What Lana Taught Me Ch. 04-06

Um, on top of her on her back and with her husband's cock in my mouth... "What do you mean?"

"How could you do those things with someone you didn't love?"

"Because they were fun. Because they made both of us happy." All three, to be precise, but I skipped that for now. "Because life is short and sex is beautiful. And I want it to be beautiful with you, because you're so beautiful." God, where had I learned all this. But it worked. Her big round eyes got that much rounder.

"I want to, Ricky, but not yet."

"I don't want to do it until you want to," I said, lying my ass off, "but there are a lot of wonderful things we can do along the way." I pulled her back down into the grass, and we began kissing again, and this time I let her bump into my hardon more frequently. "I want to see your breasts," I said. I felt her stiffen again in my arms, and now I reached over and unbuttoned her buttons, down the front of her blouse, and then opened it to reveal the cast-iron bra beneath. I nuzzled the area above the cups, as I reached around and found the woman's first line of defense, the bra snap. I fiddled with it in several different ways, but couldn't get it to do anything. Shit shit shit. I broke our clinch.

"Cindy, please undo your bra for me."

Wordlessly she reached behind and did what had failed me. But she only let it become loose, she didn't take it off. I slipped my hand underneath one of her breasts, and felt her hard little nipple jutting out of a soft round B-cup. It was so different to feel her up, her small breasts and flat girlish stomach, after rolling around in Lana's abundant womanliness. I tried to kiss my way to her nipple to remove the bra, but her arm came downtight on the strap, keeping it in place, and so I rubbed her tit, rather fruitlessly for both of us, for a few minutes before she sat up again and this time firmly snapped it up and began buttoning her blouse. It was time to go home.

* * *

As we walked to her place we happened to take the street where most of the bars in town are, and when we passed the adult bookstore and peep show parlor I made a sour crack. "Well, I guess I know where I'll be stopping on my way back."

I thought she might be shocked or offended, and I think she was a bit, but there was also curiosity. "You've been in there?"

"Hey, every guy in town's been in there some time," I said.

"So what do they have, like, magazines like Playboy?"

"You can get those at the Kwikee Mart," I said, from experience. "They have videos, and you know, dildos and stuff like that. But the main thing is the peep show."

"What, you watch people do it through a hole?" she said, shocked to her depths.

"No, I'm sure that wouldn't be legal," I said. "It's like, they have a stage area for the girls, and the guys all have booths they stand in, and there's like glass in between, and a place to put money. And the more money you drop, the closer to they get to the glass and show you stuff. You could go broke real fast if you were a regular customer, I think. That's why I've only been in there a couple of times."

She squeezed my hand and stood closer to me as we walked. "Then when you get home, do you... think about what you saw, and..."

"Well, uh," I said, surprised by her sudden interest in male sexuality, "actually you do it there, in the booth, usually. In fact I think you have to, you know, pull it out, so if things cross the line they know you're not a cop."

She was very silent for a minute. "The girls watch you, too?" she finally said.

"Well, I'm not going to say they get as much out of it as the guys do," I said, "but yeah. I guess they do."

We walked to her house in silence, but she seemed more physical with me than she had ever been before. I had a tiny hope that I might be invited in and we could pick up on a new level, but she stopped me at the door and kissed me briefly. Then she took my hand and looked into my eyes. "I really want you to be my boyfriend, Ricky," she said. "Please let me get used to the idea slowly, and do things my own way."

"Okay," I said, because there was nothing else I could say.

* * *

I could have gone home and just beaten off, or fallen into bed with my upstairs neighbors, but I sort of didn't want to bring other people into it, I wanted to think about Cindy. So the logical way to do that and still finally shoot my wad, which I was aching to do, was to go to the peep show and think about how curious she had been about it.

I paid the dollar to get in and bought some tokens. I looked at the vibrators and dildos for a moment and wondered how Cindy would react to one as a present, but decided that was a bad idea, and made my way back to the booths. I was the only one in them--remember, it was Wednesday night--and everything was quiet for a moment before the lights came on and an Aerosmith song suddenly started booming from the jambox.

The first dancer was a bleached blonde with rings in every place she could think of and an assortment of tattoos. I pulled my cock out and she nodded, then immediately started hitting me up for bigger tips. I dropped a couple of ones in the slot but frankly she didn't do much for me and when she saw I wasn't that interested, she just kind of zoned out and did her thing as if I wasn't there.

After two songs the boss called to her and she left the stage. Nothing happened for a minute, even as a Def Leppard song boomed away, and my cock was getting soft in my hand and I was thinking about calling it a night when I saw the curtain stir and a girl in a satin pink negligee and panties and high heels entered the stage. I was working my way up checking her out when I realized, with a complete shock, that it was Cindy, my Cindy.

My God, she knew I was coming here and so she came over, I'm sure the boss loved the idea of a new girl volunteering to be on stage, probably for free--shit, she probably had to pay him--and now she was going to dance for me behind glass, sow me what she was afraid to show me when we were together. Well, she'd give me her money's worth, I was sure of that. I moved back from the glass a little so she could see my cock, and pulled at it as it quickly sprang back to full size. "Show me your titties, baby," I said. "You make my cock so hard, show me your titties." I stuffed a $5 in the slot.

She started dancing to the music, clumsily but she had at least some idea of what to do from movies or TV shows, I imagined. She pulled the negligee up, showing her flat tummy, then turning around and showing her little round butt in the panties. She took the negligee off and set it neatly on the floor, then started rubbing her breasts under the bra. "Do I make your thing hard?" she asked, becoming the first peep show worker ever to call it a "thing" instead of a cock.

"Very hard," I said. "I want to see your titties. Show me your beautiful titties and your wet pussy."

She blushed at that, and turned around, undoing her bra and letting it drop. At last I saw her breasts, small but round and perfectly shaped. "Closer, baby, closer," I said, dropping another dollar into the slot. She came up to the glass and I pressed my cock against her tits, her mouth just inches away as it oozed precum. She studied it, the glass safely between us, for a couple of moments. When she finally moved away I said again, "Let me see your hot wet pussy. Show it to me, show it to me," and I stuffed another dollar in the slot.

She seemed torn for a second, and then she began to pull down her panties, revealing a thicket of black hair. "Show it to me, let me see it," I said, and she came up to the window and, after studying it for a minute, figured out that she could prop one leg up on the ledge. She did that and although it was kind of in the shadows, I saw her pink lips, glistening with wetness. I pulled my cock harder, and pumped with my hips. "Show me how you make yourself cum," I said, and she reached down with a finger and started to rub her pussy. I'd wondered if she even masturbated, but yes, this did show that she knew what to do down there.

Suddenly a door opened and she froze. She had another customer. "You're on stage, you have to finish the show," I said, and she looked at me, imploringly, but I just stroked myself and said "Show me your pussy, show me how you make yourself cum." She closed her eyes and rubbed her clit with one hand as she squeezed her tit with the other. "I'm going to cum," I said, and she said "Oh yes, Ricky, I want you to cum," and as she moaned an orgasm I sprayed jism up onto the glass around her tits and down her belly. Her leg dropped down and she stood there, naked except for stage high heels, panting. Then she looked at me and turned and bolted off the stage.

"Hey, how do I get some action around here?" I heard a voice from the next booth shout.