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The showerhead hissed as Tony picked up the bottle of Hibiclens, the disinfectant body wash. Apply thoroughly. Avoid face and genitals, the label read. He obeyed.
As he rinsed himself, he gazed down at the jelly roll dangling between his thighs, fat and complacent.
“You look good like that,” Tony said. “Better get used to it. I know it’s a date but it’s a socially distanced date if you can believe. So your help will not be needed.”
He dried himself and got dressed in freshly laundered casual wear then surveyed his preparations. All the surfaces had been cleaned with disinfectant wipes. The Chinese delivery sat on his dining table. He pulled on a pair of thin cotton gloves and proceeded to wipe down the boxes of food and set them up at opposite ends of his long dining table. He added two sparkling clean wineglasses, and wiped down the bottle of Chenin Blanc in the fridge, semi-sweet to pair with the rather spicy food.
“That’s it, all set,” he said to himself. “Ah, music.” This was not going to be an evening for baby making music so his sultry soul playlist was out. He picked soul classics -- Al Green, Bill Withers, Curtis Mayfield. Somewhere short of Barry White or Teddy Pendergrass trying to breathe a woman out of her clothes. “Choose me, baby!”
He uttered a little grunt of satisfaction. This would be his and Nikki’s third date and Tony had found that third dates were often the make or break moment. This one was certain to break new ground in an unimagined way since the coronavirus lockdown had hit right after their second date.
That date had lit a spark. They had left the bar-restaurant after dancing with abandon to a hot local band. Still breathing heavily and glistening with sweat, they walked down to their cars in the underground car park, and folded themselves into each other in a kiss that quickly turned steaming hot. He squeezed her against him as tight as he dared without crushing her. And she kissed him right back, pressing herself into him. He grew hard and his cock pressed against her belly. He shifted backwards but she dropped a hand to his ass and pulled him back tight against her.
Who knows where it might have led if just then a group of people, chattering loudly, hadn’t entered the car park. Tony and Nikki broke apart. She laid her forehead against his chest, trying to catch her breath.
“I don’t want to fuck in a public car park,” Nikki said, “And I have an early start tomorrow. But I can’t wait for the next episode.”
“Between the idea and the reality falls the shadow,” however, and wait they had to. In less than a week Covid-19 had put the city in lockdown. They texted back and forth about what to do until they decided they could wait no longer. They agreed to embark on no-touch, socially distanced date, virgin territory for both of them.
Tony’s programmable doorbell chimed, “I Can’t Get No Satisfaction.” It seemed appropriate in the circumstances. He pressed the speaker button.
“Nikki?”
“Yeah, it’s me.”
“I can’t buzz you in. Hold on, I’ll be right down. When I open the door Just hold your breath, slide in past me and head up the stairs.”
“You got it.”
He hurried down, opened the door and flattened himself against one wall. Nikki slipped past and started to climb the stairs. He followed at a distance. It afforded him a great view of her legs which disappeared into her flower print skirt, all old gold, burnt ochre and sun-dried tomato. This was the first time she had worn a skirt with him. She had lovely legs, smooth and firm. Her calves tautened and relaxed as she mounted the steps and the hem of her skirt switched from side to side in rhythm with the sway of her hips.
His cock stirred at the sight. He imagined caressing those legs, sliding his hand up her thighs under her skirt. The recollection that such a pleasure was denied him that evening made his cock stiffen even more.
He gazed down at his crotch and murmured, “No need to get excited. Don’t make this any harder than it need be.”
They emerged into his living area and Tony ushered Nikki to one end of his table. Still wearing his gloves, he opened the wine and poured two glasses pushing one towards her to collect. They settled down to eat and chatted about life with Covid-19, working from home, the Zoom meetings, the lack of social contact.
“Are you nervous?” Tony asked.
“Not of being here with you,” Nikki replied, “but this is a really weird situation all round.”
He made coffee and pointed her to the couch where he would normally have joined her. He sat opposite her on his state-of-the-art ergonomic work chair, all plastic basket weave and levers to lift and lower.
“That kiss,” he said.
“It was something special. Did you think about it afterwards?”
“All week. Couldn’t get it out of my mind.”
“Me too. It’s a long time since I’ve been kissed so passionately. Maybe never. It felt really good to be wanted like that. I didn’t feel you wanted me just to get yourself off to.”
“Mmm. I did want you. Badly. But I felt this might be something special. I didn’t want to spoil it.”
“I felt your hard-on pressing against me.”
“I know. I tried to move away.”
“Such a gentleman. But I liked it. I wanted to feel you against me. Did you think about it afterwards?”
“Of course! What do you think?”
“And did your cock get hard again like when you were pressed against me?”
Tony felt a flush of embarrassment flow over him. He wasn’t used to such directness.
“I guess so. I mean, it’s natural isn’t it? Umm, what about you?”
“It’s ok Tony. No need to be embarrassed. It’s just you and me. And we desire each other. And yes, I enjoyed several orgasms thinking about you and what might have come next.”
Right then Tony cursed the coronavirus. He wished he was on the couch next to her, kissing and starting to explore her body, no words needed.
“Did you cum too,” Nikki continued, “thinking about me?”
Tony relaxed a bit and with a smile said, “Yes my love, and more than once.”
“Oh, Tony. That’s so hot. I wish I could have seen that.” Nikki paused for a moment and then said, “Can I see it now?”
“What, right here? Now?”
“‘If not now, when?’” Nikki quipped. “And where else but here. It’s just you and me and the width of the room between us.”
Tony blushed and squirmed awkwardly. “It’s a little personal, private,” he muttered.
“Not that private. You did it thinking of me. Now you can show me how you feel about me in person. I’d love that. Here, let me help you.”
With that she unbuttoned her blouse and, pushing her bra up over her breasts, she cupped and squeezed them and rubbed her nipples. Her breasts were not that large but looked firm and had a seductive upward curve that made her stiffening nipples stand out in the most enticing way.
Tony gasped and gazed in awe. His hand moved to his crotch and rubbed his uncoiling cock through his pants. In a semi-daze, he unbuckled, unzipped and pushed his trousers and boxers down past his knees. Reflexively, he began to stroke his engorging cock until it stood at full attention.
“Ooh, Tony,” Nikki purred. “That is lovely. And sooo hot! …. Do you know what guided masturbation is?”
“Instruction for people too dense to figure it out for themselves?”
“Ha ha, very funny. No, you touch yourself how and when I tell you to.”
“Okaaay,” he replied uncertainly.
“Show me how you stroke when you’re thinking of me.”
He obliged.
“Ooh, I like that. Like you want to fuck me slow and sensual. Not just ‘come and go in a heaving rush.’ “
“I want to stir your cauldron. Start with a slow simmer and gradually rise to the full boil.”
“Pull your foreskin up over the head. Yea, just like that. Now pull it down as far as it will go. Omigod! Again! Long strokes.”
Tony saw through a haze of growing arousal that she was squirming on the couch watching him. She was licking her lips, breathing heavily, and pulling hard on her nipples. One hand slid down her tummy and into her panties where he could see it working in her slit. A few beads of fluid appeared at the tip of his swollen, purpling crown, glistening in the lamplight.
“Is that your precum?”
“Yes, nurse,” he panted.
“Mmm-mm! Thumb and two fingers, Tony. Rub it all over the head. Slowly. Damn that is so sexy! Are you getting close?”
“Not long if I go for it,” he grunted.
“Ok. Don’t just yet. Let go. Put your hands on your head and let me just look at it.”
By now Nikki’s panties had found their way down to her knees. She was rubbing her fingers up and down her slit so her petals blossomed like a flower and glistened with dew. She moistened a finger in it and circled her emerging clit.
Tony’s cock stood up straight and hard like an iron pole. It twitched and jerked spasmodically.
“Are you making it do that?”
“No,” he panted. “It’s all its own work.”
“God, that is … that is … so … “
Nikki’s mouth was agog struggling for words as she gazed transfixed at the dancing cock. Her panties were now on the floor, soaked and hooked around one ankle. She had spread her legs wide open and was now bouncing on the couch frigging the two fingers she had buried deep inside herself while her other hand was teasing the now very visible nub of her clit.
“I got this,” she gasped. “I … think … I … got … this. Tony, take yourself to the edge and then stop for a moment. Squeeze the head hard.”
He did as she asked. “Almost there,” he panted.
“Look me in the eyes, Tony. I want you to cum for me. Look at me. Yes. Yes. Please.”
He gazed across the room into her eyes, deep brown pools that drew him into her. He was close now. He made his strokes very deliberate to teeter at the edge for as long as he could bear. Then his whole body tensed and he let out a roar as his seed shot out like a fountain. His eyes screwed shut for an instant. Then he forced them open, remembering, as a second smaller jet spurted forth. His eyes met hers and he felt as if a stream of molten ore was rising from his core, to pour across the room into her and flood her soul.
As his body subsided after the outpouring of energy, Nikki reached her own climax. Her fingers pumped urgently in and out, embraced by her swollen lips while her other hand took care of her clit with a rapidly circling fingertip. She arched her back and thrust her hips in the air, fucking her fingers vigorously until her crescendo hit like a breaking wave in a storm. She writhed and howled in an anguish of ecstasy until she collapsed on the couch. She lay there spent amid long sighs of exhalation and little, quivering aftershocks.
They lay speechless for a bit, savoring the moment. Tony suddenly had the idea to match his breathing to the rhythm of hers. It felt intimate.
“That was …. unexpected,” he offered finally. Adjectives didn’t seem up to the demands of the moment. Then, with a sly grin, “You didn’t keep your eyes open!”
“Next time,” she said with a lazy, satisfied smile. “I think this merits a ‘next time,’ don’t you? You can be the masturbation guide. Talk me out of my clothes and into the depths of my pleasure. Pretty please.”
She shifted slightly and felt the stickiness underneath her. “Whoops. I’ve made a terrible mess on your couch. Have to spread a towel next time. All these ‘next times.’ When is the next one going to be?”
“Tomorrow!”
“Ha ha, greedy boy! I need time to restore my self-restraint. If we did this tomorrow I’d be across the room after you came licking you clean.”
“You’re not shy, are you?”
“I just like cleaning up messes. Maybe it’s a fetish. Tell you what! Let’s do it same time next week and with a challenge. No orgasms during the week. Let it all build up.”
Tony looked disappointedly reflective. “A whole week!? With all this replaying in my mind?”
“Come on, don’t be a wimp. It’ll be volcanic. Make this evening seem like a minor eruption. We can check in on each other by text every day.”
Tony stared down ruefully at his shrinking, sticky penis. “Well big fella, hope you enjoyed yourself. Make the most of it because it’s boot camp for us next week,” he muttered.
“What did you say?”
“Oh, nothing. Just a little exchange with my alternate control center.”
“You talk to your dick!? Oh that is priceless!” She collapsed in peals of laughter, kicking her bare legs in the air.
Tony stared. She was totally exposed. Her pink, puffed out pussy lips were smiling at him and diamond drops of her juices were glistening in her tidily trimmed bush. She was totally unselfconscious. “How can I not love a woman like that?” he thought.
“Bathroom’s through there,” he said when her laughter subsided. “There’s clean towels. I wish I could come and soap you carefully everywhere.”
“I know. Me too.”
While she showered he cleaned himself up a bit, then noticed her sodden panties on the floor. He went to his bedroom and came back with a pair of his briefs and his boxers. When she reappeared he held them up to her.
“I don’t think you’ll want to wear your panties going home.”
“Boxers, please sir. At least they’re intended to be loose and flap around. And thanks. Very thoughtful.”
They stretched out there arms to each other in a distant hug and she skipped down the stairs. At the door she turned and blew him a kiss and gave him a smile aglow with post-orgasmic contentment. From the top of the stairs he blew her a kiss back. Then she was gone.
He turned back into the room to clean up moving subconsciously to the rhythm of his playlist sounds.
“Hmm,” he thought. ”I should have played Sam and Dave. ‘Hold On, I’m Coming.’ On a loop. Well, next time.”
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