CHAPTER EIGHT (SEX, LIES AND VIDEO TAPES....) SEXUAL SITUATIONS: MATURE READERS ONLY..IF EASILY OFFENDED, DO NOT CONTINUE
"Come mere." Brass took her hand, "I'm an old guy. Let's go the 'comfort' route, hum?" He motioned in the direction needed. "Come on."
Haley was directed the few steps to the bed. Jim stopped by the right side, closest to the window. He studied the expressive features for a long beat, smiling his bemusement for what she allowed him read in her eyes.
His hands spread, encompassing her face on either side, his thick fingers filtering into her hair. He leaned, kissing her gently but reluctantly pulled away from the sweetness of her lips after only a brief moment of contact. Something nagged at him. Had now for some few minutes.
"Are you sure you want this to happe...."
Her answer was to cut him short, moving decidedly closer, her fingers hurriedly working the buttons on his shirt open to reveal the white tee shirt beneath.
She had tip-toed, renewing the kiss anxiously. He felt her fingers working his belt buckle but she was having difficulty with the clasp. He sensed her frustration mounting, a little amused at the blatant sound of exasperation she emitted after only a few seconds of trying to unfasten the object.
"It's ok." He soothed, moving her hands aside artfully, attending to the task himself. She looked so forlorn and hopeless, it touched him. He liked her all flushed and impatient for him. "It's alright. I got it."
He removed the black braided belt, tossing it aside. It fell by the wayside, over by the round table, unto the textured carpet. Jim shrugged out of the shirt, absently hanging it on the back of the chair next to the table.
Haley instantly sought the security of his arms, her mouth hungry as it demanded another kiss, her arms locked securely about his neckline as she tip-toed to reach her objective.
Brass felt a twinge of guilt, his mind refusing to shut down just yet. "..Listen to me." He had gently broken the contact, just barely, loathe to do so. "Listen to me, baby... '
"Fuck you!" The woman snapped, apparently beyond the 'talking' stage, the interruption not welcomed in the vain he had hoped. Her arms fell away, and she attempted to wiggle from his grasp.
"I know." He would well commiserate, ignoring her bitchy mood. He knew how he felt at the delay, after all. "Really..I DO! But..I'm not sure your faculties are.."
She growled a disgruntled metaphor, squirming away from his hand's hold. "I fucking hate you!" She seemed pretty adamant on the matter.
Brass held fast to the resisting form, attempting reason where none seem prevail. "I'm just trying to do the right thing here. I want this to happen, Haley, it's just that.."
"Let me go!" She practically stamping her bare foot, jerking this way and that from the man's attempts to placate her. "I'll do it myself..why should tonight be any different!"
Brass..hesitated. That statement conjured up all sorts of pleasant images. He determinedly shook the moment. "No, baby..just...ok, ok!" He pacified hastily. "Here..see?"
No fucking way he was going to blow this opportunity..to hell with his conscience. It could take a night off. He unzipped his slacks, lifting his hands out to his sides. "We're doing it your way..ok? I'm pig slime!" He slipped out of his expensive loafers. "I'm more than cool with this! Swear to God!"
The man cocked his head to one side, his expression as innocent as he could ever be. "Say the word..and these suckers are gone." He motioned to his slacks. "No more talk..promise."
She stood, her arms crossed over her chest..her..bare chest, he noted. With the plumb, perfect breasts and their beautifully erect nipples. She frowned hard at him.
Brass pushed the pants down and stepped out of them. He let them lay on the carpet, unnoticed.
"Just wanted to make sure you understood the parameters of the situation. You've had a few tonight, right?"
The green eyes shifted uncertainly, then..returned to the man's black silk boxer shorts.
"Didn't want to be an asshole about this whole thing." He tried again.
Haley...went back into his waiting arms, pouting up at him. "You WERE being an asshole."
"Yeah, I know." His tone had softened, his hands pressed her to him, squeezing tightly. "I guess I was." He closed his eyes to the feel of her middle rubbing his so erotically. He focused his stare on the wall across the way, with it's sculptured texture and mottled colors. He thought of Gretsky's hat trick in the Stanley Cup Series in... "Hey..hey!" It hadn't helped, his dick had responded of it's own accord to the stimuli presented. Damned useless thing! "Don't do that right now, honey."
He tried to put some distance between them, but she held fast to his neckline, looking hurt. "Why not?"
Jim looked into those bewildered green eyes and couldn't think of one reason good enough to deny her anything she wanted at that exact moment. His body..relaxed, as did his mind. "I have no fucking clue." He did not resist when she tugged him into the multi-colored coverlet. He fitted his form to hers, searching for her mouth. She moaned contentedly, wrapping her leg around his calf, holding him close.
His hands explored the ripe, young body, massaging her back, his mouth tracing the tan lines around her breasts.
She wasn't dark but the sun had kissed her skin a honey hue, making the creamy flesh of her breast, buttocks and middle all the more appealing.
She really was a very lovely woman. Jim enjoyed looking at her beauty..very much.
He couldn't seem to get his fill.
Her hand wiggled inside the slit of his boxers, the warm appendages easing about the expanding width of his dick. He gasped his approval, stopping his exploration of her neckline with his mouth.
His reached..his hand covering her's. "Now..see? You probably shouldn't be doing that so early on."
He had hated to point out the fact that he was not as young as he used to be and such activities would only shorten what was turning into a very nice session. "I'm trying to make it good for you here."
"You are!" She assured him earnestly.
"Yeah, well..let me put it another way." He could be less discrete if called for. Her hand had begun a slow pumping action on the base of his shaft. "I'd kinda like to be around for the finish. That ain't helpin."
"Ohh." Haley shook free of his hand's influence, scrambling up and about. "Ok." She seemed to understand. Brass watched with incredulous eyes as she situated herself a few inches from him, her legs tucked under her body, her outstretched arm supporting her weight.
She smiled happily at him. "You do it then." She waited patiently. "I've always wanted to see that!"
"...Excuse me?" Jim was waylaid, clear and simple. "See..what?" But then..his mind clicked and he sensed her meaning. He held up a warning hand, his mouth opening to object..
"A man." She said it. "You know. Doing it."
Jim Brass was...dumbfounded for a beat.
"I feel comfortable telling you and all so..will you?" She seemed excited that he might.
The man downed his head, signing mentally. He lifted it a little wearily. "Haley..you're still a little looped, aren't you." He tried to take it in his stride.
"No." She frowned at him. "What do you mean? I'm ok."
"..You are." He had his doubts.
"Yes. Should I not..ask such things?" She was hurt.
He tried to read her level of sobriety. "It's not..that."
"Then what?"
"The whole point of this..exercise..at least for me?" He began slowly, finding his way. "Is to experience it as a 'group type thing'. 'Group' as in..me and you?"
She processed. "...Oh." The woman snuggled back down, wiggling her way back into the security of his arms. "That's cool too..very cool. But, I thought it would be ok to share things with you, that's all." She lifted her mouth for a kiss.
He lifted his brows. "Sure..it's..fine to..do that."
She kissed him slowly...leisurely..deeply.
He opened his eyes to the gentle watchfulness of the emerald stones. "You want to watch me, don't you?"
"Eh..." He thought the question through. "Yes..yes, I do."
"What's wrong with me watching you then?" She reasoned.
"Nothing." It suddenly dawned on him. "I've just..never been asked before."
"You're kidding!" She was astounded.
"Nope." He thought back. "Not once."
"Why??" She was aghast.
"Beats me." It did.
"Does it make you uncomfortable?" She felt bad, clearly.
"No." It didn't.
"..Then...it's ok?" She...relaxed against him entirely.
"Sure..might be..fun." He shrugged.
"It will be..just wait." She sighed her worries away, turning her neckline for his perusal, pointing. "You were here."
Jim chuckled for her unconscious wit. "Thanks for earmarking the spot, but I hadn't forgotten."
He nuzzled the area indicated, tasting the warmth.
"That feels so good." She murmured, settling instantly. "I thought you would never want this." She closed her eyes to his expertise, holding on to him for support.
"Wanted it since the 'wish I could shoot him with silver bullets' remark." He lied. He had wanted it before then. He glanced to the nakedness of her breasts, the sight taking his breath away.
Haley stopped nibbling on his neckline. "..What?"
"Hey! No one told you to stop." He scolded, executing a 'stern' face. "You were...here." He pointed.
She smiled, returning to her pastime. "I wanted it from the moment I first saw you. You know why?"
The man had other priorities at the present time, like seeing just how erect the delicious little nipple could become under his tutelage but he managed an 'interested' grunt.
"Because I knew you would be thick and thick feels ever so nice."
Brass...lifted his head. "This is just a night of revelations. Thick? Are you psychic?" He couldn't pass that one up. He just couldn't.
"I was right." She reminded, fondling his 'bulge' affectionately.
"We've discussed that." He chastised but his heart wasn't in it. "But you know what?" He borrowed her favorite phrase. "Discussion is...over."
He rolled his weight over the woman, making sure to support most of it on his forearms. He worked his way into the arc of her legs. "I need more room down there..what with me being so thick and all."
She giggled, her legs lifting, locking securely about his waist, her feet hooked behind his back. "Well, you are!"
"Take them off." He hooked his thumb into the waist band of her panties.
"You take them off." She insisted. "I like how you do it."
He sat back on his haunches, his gaze sweeping her nudity with an artist's eye for appreciation. The travel clock on the night stand flashed eight-thirty seven.
Normally, he would be sitting on his couch, vegging out in front of the television or..at work. It depended.
He liked this arrangement better.
"They're kinda cute." He fingered the tiny red bow on the front band of the panties.
"I wore them for you."
"Oh, you did." He flirted, his expression both questioning yet confident. It had been a while since he had practiced his 'technique'. He wondered how he was doing. This felt good..it felt..freeing. He had missed it.
"Yeah..just in case."
"A girl should be prepared." He approved.
She lifted, pushing on the panties. He slapped her hand away. "I can do it." She was assured.
"Stop hitting me." Haley 'played', holding her amusement admirably.
"When I 'hit' you..you will know it. I'm assuming you mean..spank, at any rate, knowing you."
"Is this going to get ugly?" She was attentive.
"Didn't take you for a donut dolly." Brass lifted her ass effortlessly, tugging the panties over the curve of her lower hip, down the shapely legs. "Want the cuffs too?" He threw them over by his slacks. "Gonna keep them. Souvenir!."
"Of your conquest?" She traced a tapered fingernail across his thigh area.
"That is one nice little..slip and slide you have there lady." He eased his finger between the delicate folds of her labia, teasing the wetness with delicate strokes. He watched her face, working his finger into the hot depths of the slick canal. "You like that?"
Haley arched upward to meet his thrusting digit, groaning deeply. Brass was not adverse to watching that particular action either, he found.
"Got something better." He removed his finger slowly..agonizing so for the woman. He pushed his boxers down, grasping his pulsating rod. It hurt to touch it, it was so heavy with need. The man winced slightly, nudging her leg wider with his thigh, watching as he placed the large bulb to her opening.
He worked the smooth head into the tight, giving hole, grunting for the sensations afforded him. "Ohhhh, baby.." He breathed his growing excitement. Closing his eyes to the feel of her as he sank slowly forward into..ecstasy. "That feels so..fucking..." Brass' voice broke from the emotion of the moment. He gasped for air..he had forgotten to breathe. "FUCK!"
Haley's long, drawn out whimper of distress and anxiety caused his cock to expand to granite awareness of the woman.
"Shit!" He could not stop himself. He began the ancient movements of love-making without preamble. Thrusting heatedly into the amazing orifice..withdrawing, pumping rapidly back to the silky patch of neatly shaven pubic hair that had fascinated him so upon first viewing.
His hands held tightly to her hips, his movements lifting the slight body jerkily with each stab of his penis. He brought her back, his eyes veiling over with lust as he continued to observe the act taking place.
He leaned, needing to connect on every level possible, his mouth searching her's out..his tongue matching the same rhythmic beats his body dictated. He grasped her breast a little too roughly, easing his touch when the girl cried out her distress. He soothed the luscious mound gently, his thumb stroking back and forth across the delicate flower of her nipple repeatedly. It responded to his efforts instantly.
His arms crushed her body closely to his, the opulent curves and swells delighting his senses even more so. She melted to him, her nakedness exciting him to new heights of passion.
The feel of her heat..the friction of their coupling..the intense craving for release his body and mind demanded, carried the man closer to the edge of orgasm. Her scent surrounded him..her body surrendered to his dictates.
He wanted to experience her submission. He wanted to feel the total abandonment to his authority over her. It was a guy thing. He had never felt more like a guy suddenly.
He felt the pressure building to an unbearable level inside his testicles. He wanted to give her his cream. He wanted to fill her to over flowing..to experience that moment when two people became one. To end the agony he was in...the sweet, dark, silky hell that hovered directly between heaven and purgatory.
He gave himself over to the exhilarating ride. Allowing the tide of emotion to sweep him higher into it's astonishing heights. The vivid white light exploded all around the man, sending shooting streaks of ecstasy throughout his body. He withered helplessly in it's grasp for what seemed a sweet eternity.
Slowly...ever so much so...he came down from the phenomenal journey.
Haley was soft and warm in his arms, snuggled to his chest, her eyes closed, her breathing still ragged and uneven. Her legs wrapped around his, his dick still full and heavy inside her but..slowly relaxing it's rigidity.
He didn't want to break the moment, so..he remained still..enjoying it to it's fullest.
He was shocked to feel wetness on his the front of his tee shirt, his mind shutting down for a second at the new development.
Brass' instinct was to check on the woman..to see what was going on.. But, she seemed most content simply to have him hold her, resisting any such move on his part.
The silence was strained for the man, because he knew..without fail..she was crying.
"You aren't anything like him."
Jim was immediately concerned even though her voice had been content..relaxed..
"Who?" He asked. "Who are you talking about, honey? Are you..ok?" He tried again to lean, to see what the hell was happening with the woman but..
"I like when you hold me." She refused to release her grasp, the slender arms tightly wound about the man's neck. "That was ever so nice, Captain Brass. Thank you."
"Haley..are you alright?" He refused to let it pass, cupping her head with his hand, kissing her temple paternally.
She sniffed. "Stay with me..just a while?" She lifted shining eyes. "Promise?"
"I'm not going anywhere." He scowled down at her wet cheeks. "Did I hurt you?"
"You..healed me." She smiled wistfully, sighing happily. "Can I sleep now? I'm..a little tired."
Brass returned to his former position, having eased from her during the exchange. He felt cold inside, his arms tightening to better feel her warmth.
"You can stay?"
"I can stay." He had no desire to leave.
"Do you want to get under the covers?" She yawned, stifling it.
He grabbed the corner of the spread, throwing it over them.
She sighed again, the silence returning for a time.
He felt her breathing lapse into an even rhythm finally and he knew..she slept.
The man's mind was active but there was a storm brewing outside the closed drapes of the room.
The thunder echoed in the distance, rumbling lowly as lightening flashed through the edges of the heavy fabric.
The air conditioner's hum filled the room.
Brass was lulled into a peaceful place..he closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of the girl. He lay his chin on the top of her head, drifting off.
He felt rested and content and...sated.
He no longer doubted his decision. It had been the right one for him..and he hoped...for Haley Sunshine Meadows.