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Over the course of the next couple of weeks, June and I became intimately acquainted, not simply acquainted intimately. She was very serious about her job and her work, and as much as that apartment on Greenwich must have been costing her company - I have to figure about $2,200 a month in 1978 dollars - along with the equipment and her salary, they got their money's worth.
The setup was ideal for us, as well. My apartment was literally a block away, and, as I worked at home, we got to spend a good deal of time together. We spent a lot of it fucking and sucking, and we spent a lot of it talking or simply being together. A true friendship developed along with the sheer physical passion.
There was a lot of passion.
Once she called me in the middle of the day, a Tuesday, and suggested I come over for lunch. It would be my first taste of her cooking - chicken and (of course) rice with stir-fried vegetables. As she cooked, she told me of her home life in Singapore, of the poverty, and she answered all of my questions. We ate at the conference room table, and after we cleaned up, I slipped my arms around her from behind as we looked out the window at the backyard of the brownstone. Spring was just beginning, and one of the neighbors had a well-kept little garden. Its focus was an ancient oak, and the birds were relearning the branches, hopping and flitting among the little green leaf buds.
I kissed the side of her neck and lightly rubbed her swelling buds. She pressed her ass back and up against me, rubbing against the swelling. "Oooooo - I am so itchy!" she hummed.
I slid one hand down to cup her cunt and squeeze it through her jeans, then began to undo her belt. The window sill was high off the floor, so no one outside could see when I had her jeans opened and had my hand inside her pants and one finger wiggling inside her very wet pussy.
We couldn't wait long enough to get upstairs to the bedroom, but there was this terrific desk... I pushed the lower half of the shutters closed and led June to the desk. On her typing chair was a thick cushion she used to boost her high enough to type comfortably, and I put it on the edge of the desk. Then I put June's tight hips on the cushion, bent her forward as I freed my hard cock and pounded into her - deep and in one stroke. I slammed at her hard, telling her how hot her cunt was and how wet, and it wasn't long before I was pouring my juice into her. She only came three or four times, so I wasn't surprised when she told me she was still "itchy."
Neither of us got any more work done that afternoon, and I came back over that night; June wanted to watch a scary movie on television and she didn't want to watch it alone. The movie - "Phantasm" - ended at 11:30. June asked me to move something down from the top shelf of the closet in the TV room. In the process I found some magazines - some very explicit girly magazines - which I took down.
Now, June had told me that her first break with the ex-im company had come through the intercession of the owner, a Scandinavian, with whom she'd been having an affair. She'd explained that they understood each other's needs and that they weren't going to be monogamous or anything like that, since they only saw each other for about a week at a time three or four times a year. That was fine with me, since it was fine with her and evidently fine with him. The girly magazines were his, she said.
I teased her, telling her I thought they were really hers and she was secretly harboring lesbian fantasies for blondes and redheads with huge tits. (One, I recall quite distinctly, was listed as measuring 48-22-33 - and the photos of the young redhead backed up the numbers.)
She knew I was kidding and replied with mock anger that since she had such small breasts, her boyfriend-boss had to look at these pictures when he was visiting; it helped him remember the girls at home, or some such.
At that point I opened June's robe and nightgown and sucked her nipples and told her that her breasts were in perfect proportion to the rest of her, that anything more than a mouthful was wasted, and that any guy who thought she was less desirable than the bimbos in the pictures was a goddam fool. Then I got on my knees and ate her pussy till she was screaming and cumming again. Later, I got her to tell me a little bit about her boyfriend. She didn't tell much - just enough to give me an idea of what kind of person he was - and made me laugh with the tale of her family's reaction when she brought him home to meet them. Since he was about six-five and June was so short, her sister teased that it looked like a skyscraper with a two-storey garage.
Still later, after we'd fucked yet again, I suggested to June that we spend Saturday night at my place. For one thing, my cat was forgetting what I looked like. For another, her bed was lumpy and noisy and her home was cold; my waterbed was quiet and comfy, and my apartment was warm.
She agreed, allowing as how she'd never slept in a waterbed. And she confided that she was going to buy a new bedroom set, one with a canopy, possibly. What did I think?
I told her I really disliked canopied beds. She explained that the canopy wasn't essential, but the four posts were... and confided that she had a fantasy involving being tied and fucked...
Bondage had never turned me on. In fact, I was a bit uneasy with the ideas. But if that was what she fantasized - and since I knew I wasn't about to abuse her - I thought, What the hell? Maybe one of these days, I told myself...
Saturday night was everything I had hoped - and more. We went out to eat at the Waverly Inn, then went back to my place and opened a bottle of white wine, a Riesling. We pretty much killed the bottle, sitting in my living room and talking. We got pretty relaxed, and June confided some other fantasies she had, mostly involving famous people or deserted beaches. She also confessed a fantasy of having a couple of men at once, as she had seen in a porno film. She asked me my fantasies.
I told her the truth: I had managed to experience just about every fantasy I'd ever had, except the one involving the midget, the fat lady, the mule and the VW Microbus. She laughed and opened another bottle of wine. She liked scotch, I knew, but my entire liquor cabinet had been wiped out just before I met June. I'd been temporarily putting up a sometimes lover, a sleek little blonde who was visiting from West Germany, and found out she was an alcoholic when she left and I discovered every bottle in the liquor closet was empty. Though I hadn't known she was sucking booze almost constantly, I had known she liked a drink and frequently would get herself buzzed and then wanted to be roughly fucked. She'd even had me buy her a couple of dildos and a vibrator. One night, when she was a bit more than somewhat blotto, she put on a show. I had explained to June about the booze. Now I told her that just a few weeks before I'd met her, one of my fantasies - to see a slim, sexy woman fucking herself to orgasm with a big dildo - had been realized. I didn't have many left unrealized.
"Do you still have them?"
"Sure. Repetition is fine when it comes to fantasies - "
"No, no," she said. I noticed that her face was flushed and she was squirming a bit in the low-slung chair. "The dildos."
It took me a moment - I'd had about four glasses of wine at that point - to understand the question. I thought about it. "I don't think so," I said. "I cleaned out one of the closets after she left and pitched almost everything, and that's where I usually let her keep a lot of her stuff."
"How big was it?" She had slid lower in the chair and was rubbing her thighs together.
"Oh, you know - the size of a closet. About ceiling-high - "
She threw a magazine at me. "Not the closet!"
"Oh." I held my hands out, about a foot apart. "Twelve inches long and about two inches thick, maybe a little more."
She was rubbing her cunt through the taut, dampened fabric of her jeans. "It's making me itchy to think about it..."
It wasn't exactly sedating me to watch her at the moment, either.
"Drink your wine, June," I said, standing. "Because I want to fuck your hot cunt."
She shuddered and reached for her glass. She drained it in a gulp and when she put it down, she toppled the bottle. It was almost empty, but some of it got on the carpet.
"Look what I did!" she said. "I'm sorry... I want to make it up to you." She sat up. I was standing next to her. She unzipped my pants and managed to work my rigid cock through the opening and began sucking it furiously, hungrily, as if she enjoyed sucking cock. The sensation was maddening - and all the more so when I looked down and saw this lovely, aroused Asian girl's soft, thick lips wrapped around my cock.
"Rub your cunt," I groaned. "I have always wanted to be sucked off by a woman while she masturbates!"
She groaned, the vibrations stimulating me even more, as she opened her tight jeans and worked her hand inside. I saw the bulge of her fingers moving between her legs and watched her hips beginning to buck on the chair.
I reached down and pulled her head back. I looked down into her face. She was deeply flushed, and her eyes were closed. Her hand was still moving inside her jeans. Her soft, luscious lips were parted and her nostrils were flaring.
"Go into my bedroom, take off your clothes and lay down - and keep playing with yourself," I told her. "I have another fantasy - and I think you're going to like it."
She staggered slightly as she stood. I think it was more from arousal and having her movements restricted by the hand still thrust into her jeans than any effect of the wine. She headed for the bedroom and I stepped into the foyer where I kept miscellaneous stuff, like Christmas decorations, boots and the like. I had remembered something.
It was indeed there. I paused in the bathroom for a little hygiene exercise, then stepped into the bedroom with the Lufthansa flightbag.
June lay sprawled on the bed. She was naked and had both hands between her legs. She had dug the index finger of each hand into her cunt and was working the fingers in and out, pulling her cunt open and then letting it close again. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open, and her nipples, always lovely, looked to be even longer and harder and more clearly defined than usual.
I stripped and knelt beside her on the bed. The waterbed rippled and she looked up at me - right at my stiff dick.
"Your cock is so hard and beautiful."
"You want to fulfill a fantasy for me?"
She shivered with an orgasm and then nodded, still frigging away. Her eyes were alternately wide and heavy-lidded.
I upended the bag. Three dildos and a vibrator fell onto the waterbed beside the tube of K-Y I'd grabbed in the bathroom.
I took the smallest of the dildos and spread some of the jelly on the tip. The rubber dick was black and about the same length as my cock but only about an inch and a half in diameter.
"Stick this in your cunt," I told her. "And suck my cock while you fuck yourself."
She shook again and groaned, then took the dildo and slipped it all the way into her twat. She moaned again and began rapidly fucking herself. I could hear her breath timed to the movements of the latex dong in her pussy. I lowered myself over her in pushup position - no mean feat on a waterbed - and she parted her lips to take the head of my cock.
This was good and hot and pleasurable, but the awkward position was doing little for me. I wanted to watch her do herself while she sucked me, and I told her so. Also, I noticed that she was literally burying the dildo in her cunt - to the point where she'd stick two fingers in behind it to push it deeper, then fish it out. Could that lovely, Chinese cunt take more?
I raised myself and lay beside her in a sideways '69' position. She turned to match me, and as she engulfed my cock again, I reached over to the collection of toys and took the next dildo. This was flesh-colored, about eight inches long and just a shade thicker than my cock. I lubed it with the K-Y, then ducked my head forward. I displaced her fingers and licked her clit. She opened her legs wide, raising one as if she were doing a Workout. I reached around from behind with my free hand and fished the smallest dildo out of her cunt, all the while licking and sucking her clit and labia. She shuddered and hunched her hips forward, ramming her pubis - with its now-soaked mat of fine, straight hair - into my chin. She came and came and sucked all the harder on me for her cumming. I tossed the small dildo aside on the big waterbed, then put the bigger one in her hand.
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