Let's Make a Deal Pt. 04

Scott decided that her red face wasn't all blushing. Some of it must be excitement or arousal. He wondered how much of each was responsible.

"This place isn't set up for it very well, but we can manage. This is kind of against my better judgment, but . . . come around here."

He stood up, and she came and stood in front of him. He put his hands on her hips, and looked down into her eyes. "At this point it's kind of ridiculous to ask you whether you're really sure you want to go ahead, you've been saying that you do. But you need to understand there's a point of no return coming up. At some point I'll tell you to get undressed. If you have second thoughts, say so then and don't do it. If you go ahead at that point, I'll be coming in whether you change your mind later or not. I'm not like Lynda's boyfriend, OK? But there does come a point where saying no isn't really an option any more." He intended to break off well beyond that point, if she made it clear that she wanted him to stop, but he wanted her to really think about it earlier.

He bent his head down and kissed her briefly, then again. This time, she seemed to be letting him take the lead, but after a few moments her arms were around him and she was kissing him as thoroughly as she had that first time. He ran his hand up her back and down again, giving her butt a bit of a squeeze, and she pushed her whole body against his. She moaned slightly through the kiss.

They kept on like this for a while. She ground her hips against him. When they broke off for air, he nuzzled under her ear and down the side of her neck, then stepped back a little, enough that he could run his hands up to cup her breasts. Her nipples were already so hard that even through her clothes they felt like little pebbles. She gasped and kissed him even harder somehow. She made a kind of low whimper from deep down in her throat, and again pushed up and ground against him. She kissed him even harder. It felt as though she were trying to get her tongue all the way down his throat. He continued caressing her breasts, and she was panting, enough so to interfere with kissing. He pushed her back a little and said, "I don't think there's much point in just keeping on like that. Take your clothes off, if you're sure."

She didn't delay. She pulled her top off, and unfastened her bra and pulled it off too. Scott watched with interest, but he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, then his shoes and socks and pants all came off. She was all done before he was down to his shorts. She looked at him, a bit questioningly.

By a lot of men's standards, she might not have been all that attractive, but to Scott she was breathtaking. A pang of longing had his guts trying to turn over again. Her breasts weren't quite as big as he'd thought, but plenty big for him, and there was no drooping at all. Her waist wasn't fashionably thin, but looked a bit muscular rather than fat. In fact, there was nothing like loose fat that he could see anywhere, no rolls or bulges at all. Her thighs weren't really slender, but they weren't thick like those of many women he saw. Again, fit and trim.

And it had been so long! After a moment, she asked him, "Don't you like what you see?"

He groped for something to say, and for the breath to say it. Finally he managed, "Martha, words fail me."

Her face lit with a kind of luminous smile, which he had eventually figured out, years ago, happened only when she was simply blissfully happy. He was sure that she was completely unaware that this happened, but it transfigured her face from plain to beautiful, to Scott's mind at least.

She came over to him and said, gently, "I was teasing you, on purpose this time, and I shouldn't. The answer was plain enough in your face. And if it wasn't, well . . . " She reached down and squeezed his penis gently, through his shorts. "Something else was giving you away."

He told her, "The shorts need to stay on, just in case of accidents, until you're ready to put on the condom. Get it out at this point." She went to where she'd put her bag down earlier and got out a package, extracted one and came back over. "No, you can leave it in the wrapper. Just put it down, here where it's in reach. Now come here." He sat down in his chair, and sat her down across his thighs. He kissed her, hard, and then fondled her breasts, and then buried his face in them. She caught her breath again as he sucked on one nipple and then on the other before coming back to kiss her again.

She caught hold of his hand and pulled it down between her thighs and up against her vulva. She gasped again as he parted the labia with his finger and ran it up and down, getting it wet, and around and around at the front. He ran his finger inside her vagina, massaging with his thumb as well, and she leaned against him, panting a little. After a few moments, he pulled the finger out and put in the first two. She was too tight for them to go in really very far. She gasped and panted, and then suddenly she came, clamping her legs around his hand, moaning softly and panting, spasms squeezing his fingers.

After a minute, she sagged against him. In a few moments, he pulled her back to sitting up, and kissed her, trying not to be too urgent about it. She turned her face into his chest and said, or wailed, "Oh, Scott! I was hoping and hoping I could come, but I really wanted it to happen with you inside me. I'm sorry. I just couldn't stop it. I'm so sorry!"

He took her head in his hands and turned her to look at him. "Martha, quit apologizing. Don't you remember what I said? If we got this far, I'm coming in all the way. You're not done yet! Get busy and kiss me again!"

She kissed him. He tried to keep it a little cooler for a bit, but didn't do all that well at that. He continued fondling between her legs, though he also gave her breasts some attention. After a few minutes, she was beginning to show some urgency again herself. He finally said, "OK, stand up for a minute, and unwrap that condom." He removed his shorts and sat down again. He slouched a little, so that his butt was partly off the seat.

He gave her advice, and she unrolled the condom onto him. He told her, "At least for the first couple of times, we're putting you in the driver's seat. It will work better in this situation, anyway. You come and straddle me, and guide me in and lower yourself onto me. Take it a little slow. If I feel too big, either stop and wait or back up and go slower. When I'm all the way in, hold still for a moment, until you're sure you're ready. At least at first, I'll try to let you set the pace."

She gasped as the head entered her, and waited just for a moment before continuing. She did stop a couple of times, waiting to adjust. She felt really tight to him, though there was plenty of lubrication. When he was all the way in, she gasped again, and moaned 'Oh, Scott!' and commenced grinding her crotch against him, without letting him move in and out all that much, moaning and whimpering. He slid his hands up to her breasts, caressing them gently, and she moaned more loudly, panting a little. After a minute or two, he slid his hands around to her sides and down to her hips again, pulling out and in just a little, pulling her down more tightly and grinding back. Abruptly she came again, panting and moaning. If it hadn't been for the condom, the spasms around him would have set him off too, for sure. When she was done, she said, "Thank you. That was wonderful. I don't think I've ever had anything so good happen to me!"

He said, "I know you aren't aware of it, but you're still not done. If it weren't for this condom, and probably also that it's my third time tonight, I'd have come too, but I didn't. Now, I'm going to move. I don't really know how to tell you what you need to do, so I hope you can figure it out. You need to move in rhythm with me, but it's not, it's not just—I don't know. You probably already have some idea from things you've done before." He was thinking that having fingers or a dildo used on her probably wasn't really all that different. "I'm babbling, it's just because it seems to me that it took Chris and me a couple of times before we were working together so that it was at all good for her. But first—"

He kissed her again, at length, holding her against him and rubbing her back, occasionally moving around to her breasts or circling her waist and hips. After a moment he commenced thrusting in and out, slowly.

He'd been right: she fell easily into the proper rhythm, partly with his motion and partly against it, rubbing herself against him at the natural points. He'd be coming already, if it weren't for the condom, and if he hadn't already ejaculated twice that evening—except that in that case he surely would have come with her orgasm, of course. After a little while, he was frustratingly close, but somehow not quite able to get over the hump, and Martha was breathing heavily and whimpering occasionally. He thrust all the way in and held, trying to go even deeper, and she came again, finally setting him off too. Despite the condom, it was amazing. And to his surprise, Martha's orgasm seemed to go on and on and on, as he continued thrusting, not ever really pulling very far out. Eventually she slumped against him, as they both gasped for breath. She finally said, "I see what you meant, about saying 'I love you' in a moment like this. I managed not to say it, but that's what comes to me to say. How could anything so wonderful happen to me?" She kissed him again at length.

After a bit longer, he kissed her lightly and told her, "With the condom, I need to come out before I go really limp. You'll have to move off me just enough that I can grab hold of the bottom of it, to keep it from following you off." She did so, and when he told her to she pulled off, with him pulling back to let her. He said, "You probably need to grab some kleenex and wipe yourself off. You know better than I would how much of a mess an orgasm or three makes you produce. When you've done that, come over and take this off me, and throw it away and clean me up too. You'd probably better put on at least your panties before you do that."

Afterward, she stood by his chair and bent down and kissed him, softly, but lingering. When they broke off, Lynda had come around and was standing there looking at them, dark eyes snapping. "You!" she said. "I don't know whether to hug you or slap you silly! Three times in half an hour! How could you ever do that?" She seemed to be on the verge of tears. She belied her words by hugging Martha, but now she really was crying. "I'm glad it was good for you, but how could you? What does he have that I don't?"

Scott thought he'd better say something. "Lynda. There's one really obvious answer to that, but you know as well as I do that that wasn't the big deal. And it certainly wasn't great technique on my part, or anything. You heard the woman. She'd gotten herself all het up and excited ahead of time, and that was most of what mattered. I learned the hard way, over and over, that no one can give a woman an orgasm. It depends on her mood and her feelings, and what I do can help, though of course I can prevent it if I stomp on those feelings in any way." He paused. "One more thing. I know you were, um, upset with us, and you were clearly speaking figuratively. But don't you ever, ever hit Martha in my presence. Martha, the same goes for you. I really mean it."

Lynda actually came over and hugged him. "I'm sorry, Scott, you're right, I didn't mean that and I shouldn't have said it that way. I need to tell you, though. We're really lucky if Martha can come three times in a month. And I really have to work at it, every time. I was afraid, in spite of promising, I'd be jealous, and I am, but not really about you making love to her, of having to share her with you. I'm just incredibly jealous that she wanted you so much more than she ever does me." She was crying again, a little. "And it probably will never be that good, for me, with you I mean."

Scott went over to her, took her chin in his hand, and tilted her head up. He said, "I understand perfectly. You realize, I want you both to enjoy this, at least the parts that should be enjoyable. Martha went way beyond my wildest dreams just now, and that may never happen again. Chris and I were mostly not a very good match, sexually, and so often I was left feeling depressed because she didn't come, and I felt I'd let her down. She would say that it was fine, it was pleasant and she enjoyed it, but it still would bother me. But having Martha respond like that means more to me than I can tell you."

After a moment he said, "That's it for tonight. We need to pack up and head out. Martha, condoms, OK. Can you make sure you have enough that we won't run out? I mean, please get some more in time if you're low on them. We shouldn't need any tomorrow, though."

He had another thought. He said to Lynda, "It's time to say good night. At this point you have a lot of choices. At one extreme, you could do something like turning your back on me and refusing to speak to me. At the other, you could kiss me in a way that says, 'I just can't wait until it's my turn.' I'm not really expecting either of those. In between there are all kinds of possibilities, from a handshake to a kiss on the cheek and saying thank you to—wait, you did hug me just a minute ago, we could count that if you like. And so on up the scale. You're going to have to decide. This is one time I'm definitely not telling you what to do."

She stood still for a moment, then came and hugged him gently again. She bent him over until she could kiss him on the cheek and said, "Scott, thank you. I guess I've kind of been a bitch a lot of the time tonight, but I really do mean thank you. Good night." She let him up, hugged him again a little harder, then let go.

He went to Martha and said, "You have choices, too, but at this point a lot of them would be kind of ridiculous, wouldn't they?" He took her in his arms. She kissed him, at some length but without great passion, and then said, "Good night, Scott. Thank you! Even if somehow everything is kind of blah from now on—and I think that's not likely!—I'll have tonight to look back on. It was so wonderful I still can't believe it. If only it's that good for Lynda when it's her turn!"

He told them, "I need to check you both out on arming and disarming the alarm. First, though, come and look at this." He showed them how to start and stop the camera in his office, and how to check the motion sensor logs to make sure no one else was in the building. He bundled up the bag from his wastebasket to take out, putting in a new bag. They left the camera on, and went down to the outside door. "You both have your keys?" he asked. He showed them the codes for the alarm, and gave instructions on what to do if they messed up and tripped it. They checked all the outside door locks, then set the alarm and went out. Scott walked the women to their—Martha's—car, tossed the trash in the dumpster, got in his car, and then followed them out of the parking lot. At the corner, they went their different ways.

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