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   God, how he loved her! He loved the warm, clean scent of her hair, the
soft, rounded curves of her body. He loved her light, skillful touch. She
stood before him in the dark bedroom, beckoning without speaking, without
moving. He grabbed her in an almost desperate embrace, drawing strength from
her being.

   Slowly they reclined on the bed in the dim half-light. He kissed her
deeply, her tongue flicking from slightly parted lips into his mouth. For
several moments they kissed, as he felt himself stiffen. He moved from her
mouth, along her cheek, to the hollow of her throat, tracing a gentle line
with his tongue and lips. She threw her head back and shivered slightly,
sighing.

   His hands fumbled at the buttons of her blouse, reaching in to caress the
soft swelling of her breast. Her nipple grew hard under his touch as he
rubbed the pad of his thumb gently across it. Her hands reached into his open
shirt, caressing his chest, then his stomach, moving inexhorably downward.

   Still with his tongue, he traced a line from her throat down between her
breasts. He placed his mouth over a nipple, swirling his tongue in gentle
circles around it. She arched her back with a moan of pure animal passion as
she quickly undid his belt, reaching in and caressing his throbbing hard-on.
Her touch on his penis was fingertip-light, making him tingle. Waves of
pleasure raced along his penis, and he made her stop, lest it end all too
soon.

   He needed a moment to cool off a little, sitting on a chair at the foot o
the bed, and while he did, she undressed the rest of the wa. She slipped out
of her blouse, as her dark hair cascaded over her bare shoulders. Her breasts
were not overly large, in fact they were just about right for her size. Both
rose colored nipples stood out straight and hard, seemingly crying out for
his attention. She fixed him with a demure stare as she unsnapped her
skintight jeans and s-l-o-w-l-y unzipped them. She raised her hips off the
bed and pushed the jeans over her hips and down her legs, finally pulling
them off her ankles to fall on the floor. She wore no underwear.

   She lay back on the bed again, completely nude, with her legs slightly
parted. The darkness of her pubic hair contrasted with her white skin,
capturing his attention forcefully and fully. When he looked at her face
again, she was staring at him with smouldering eyes and running her tongue
over wet lips.

   So much for taking breaks. He had cooled off not at all because of her
show, but he'd better get back to work before *she* cooled off. He stripped
quickly, crawling back onto the bed. They lay together and kissed for a
while, reveling in the sensation of their naked bodies touching and molding
together as one. Her hips pressed hard against his, grinding against his
erection more and more excitedly. She wanted him to enter her NOW, but he had
something special in mind first.

   Using his mouth, he moved down the length of her body, tracing lines with
a light, etherial touch that gave her goosebumps. He planted small kisses on
her navel, belly, and thighs, slowly but ever so surely circling in to his
true objective. He buried his face into the kinky mass of her pubic hair and
she shuddered with a sigh. Her legs parted and raised to rest on his
shoulders as he probed even deeper with his tongue. He parted the moist folds
of flesh with his fingers and with his tongue he explored, looking for just
the right spot...

   There. His tongue began to gently caress her clitoris. She cried out in
pure pleasure as her hips began to move up and down in sensuous rhythem. Her
moans grew more breathy and her movements more frantic as he teased and
worried the little knob of flesh, slowing his movements a little lest she
climax too quickly.

   But climax she did, as every muscle in her body locked and her hips raised
completely off the bed and her thighs clamped on his head hard enough to
hurt. She came in total silence, with her teeth clenched and eyes squeezed
shut. Then every muscle slowly relaxed as she let out an enormous sigh. He
got up, head still aching, and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. One
thing about oral sex: it tended to leave a horrible taste in one's mouth.

   When he returned, she had managed to compose herself. His erection, denied
too long, had faded and his penis drooped sadly between his legs. This would
not do. She made him lay down as she worked to rectify the situation.

   She ran her fingertips gently along the underside, and he felt the
hardness returning. She teased the head, swirling her tongue around it,
before plunging it into the warm moistness of her mouth as deep as it would
go. She moved her mouth up and down on it slowly, and he felt the familiar
pressure returning at the base of his penis. He begged her to stop, but she
ignored him and continued her movements. Wave upon wave of pleasure built at
his groin, until it seemed he could endure it no longer. She sensed this, and
paused for a long moment at the tip, before plunging him into her mouth
again.

   That did it. He groaned involuntarily and came with such force that he
seemed to explode into her mouth. She sucked as he came, draining him of
every last drop. She continued until he became so sensitive and he couldn't
take any more and made her stop. Then it was her turn to dissappear into the
bathroom.

   He lay on the bed, fully sated, until she returned. A quick glance at the
clock, and she lay back down beside him. And they talked.

   "I can't believe how lucky I am, having you with me." he said softly.

   "Luck has nothing to do with it, I keep telling you." She replied. "I've
never had a lover like you. You're so sensitive, so caring. No one's ever
really cared for me before. All they cared about was their own gratification.
Since I met you I've been so fulfilled, so... happy."

   "Of course I care for you. Before I met you all I had was my job at the
factory. All that money and nobody to spend it on. I don't want to lose you,
ever."

   "You won't lose me, not as long as I-" she glanced at the clock again, did
a double take, and sighed. She rolled off the bed and began dressing.

   He looked at the clock himself and groaned. "Please..."

   "I'm sorry." she bent down and kissed him one last time, a quick peck on
the mouth, and then pulled her blouse on. "Time's up."

   His voice became desperate, pleading. "Just five more minutes..."

   "I can't, you know that. I've got other-" She searched around the room
quickly. "Where did you leave it?"

   "On the dresser, behind the damn clock." he sighed, resigned.

   She picked up a small pile of bills from the dresser and counted quickly,
in the professional manner of one accustomed to handling money. "Two-forty,
sixty, eighty, three. All here." She looked at him again, lying naked and
dejected on the bed. "Look, I'm sorry, but we all have our problems. You got
an hour of happiness. That's a damn sight more than most can even hope for."
He still said nothing. She gave up. "Look, are we still on for next week?"

   "Yeah." he said flatly.
   Shouldering her purse, she said, "Well, take care of yourself. Same time
next week."

   "Wait!" He was up off the bed before she could close the door. "One thing
I got to know. While we were, you know, did you really, actually, uh," he
floundered for a long moment for the word he was so embarassed to use,
"come?"

   She smiled at him with pity, as if he were too slow to understand what was
really going on. "Why spoil a good time with silly questions?"

   And she was gone.

   He walked over to the window, still naked and not caring who saw, and
gazed down at the street thirty feet below. He saw his sweetheart walk out
from the lobby below him, step around a wino dozing in front of the door, and
get into a limousine that was idling at the curb.

   The limo merged into the late night traffic and was soon lost to sight.

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