Dirk moved his hands over Chastity’s body, tentatively at first. He started with her belly, just as she had with him. His hands lingered on her breasts and while he never touched the nipples; he caressed them.
“Can I squeeze them?”
“Yes. Please,” Chastity replied with another giggle.
Only with her permission did he squeeze her breasts, touching them beneath the nipples, above them, and to the sides. Following instructions though he never touched the nipples, but I could see the slight bulge of her erect nipples from the booth.
Chastity didn’t hold back any moans or gasps that might escape. I swear she had to be the most orgasmic person I had ever known. Not that she would orgasm in this thirty-minute session, but I could easily imagine her orgasming easily when the context was more sexual.
I found that two more buttons of my blouse were now unbuttoned. My hand had slipped inside of my bra and I was squeezing and pinching my nipple. My other hand squeezed my breast as Dirk squeezed Chastity’s. It took all my resolve to stop.
Dirk moved his hands over more and more of her body. I swear his lips actually pressed against her shoulder and her neck. A reflex maybe. A natural action when caressing a beautiful woman’s body.
As his hands caressed her shoulders, sides, her hips, and moved close to her vagina, I caught myself holding my breath. My legs parted as I slipped a hand down between my legs. My panties were wet with excitement. I smelled the musky scent of my arousal.
Chastity told Dirk when certain movements on the parts of her body pleased her. The nape of the neck. Her inner elbow. Her palm. Any part of her breast. Her belly right above her pussy.
When Dirk leaned forward to reach her thighs and, as his hand moved along her inner thigh, she threw her head back on his shoulder and spread her legs wider. She may have had no intention of having intercourse with Dirk Baxter during this session. That didn’t mean that this wasn’t becoming a hot session of foreplay.
Dirk also felt more comfortable. He was moving his hands over her. He was giving, something he seemed more comfortable with. She could only receive, something he seemed to struggle with. He was in control at that moment.
I made a mental note of that. I had no desire to reach for my notepad and pen, which lay beside me.
Pangs of jealousy ripped through me, though. I no longer brought up memories of our time in the Cherry Pit where he did the same and more to my burning body. I had the current visuals of Dirk touching hot female flesh and arousing her. Arousing me.
With one hand inside my bra and another rubbing my pussy through my panties, my arousal had heightened. Watching him touch her excited me for sure. If we had more time, I was sure I could have experienced a rewarding orgasm in the observation room. As it was, I feared I would just spend tonight hot and bothered.
He obviously aroused Chastity with his touch. He aroused me just watching him arouse my sex surrogate. I am sure that if he could have touched her pussy or her nipples, she would have orgasmed right there in the surrogacy room. I am also sure that if I had been there instead of Chastity, he would have me on the edge of an orgasm, too.
The big question, though, was he aroused as he did it? Or was it a performance for him? Did he feel he was obligated to do these things to prove his manhood?
If he was only performing, doing what he thought his partner wanted him to do, then anxiety over performing, over pleasing her, could affect his ability to get an erection. I reminded myself to ask Chastity if she sensed an erection at any point. He wouldn’t be the first to not get an erection on his first time with her, but usually those patients were trauma sufferers or ones with a physical impediment of some sort.
In the Cherry Pit, he had no problem getting hard. The memory of his cock, hard as stone, sent rushes of sensation running through me. How could he have been that way with me and unable to get an erection with his beautiful wife? It it was a one time thing, that would be explainable for a man of any age. We had so much more work to do.
Dirk Baxter was a mystery. A mystery I intended to solve.
Chapter12
Self Pleasure
I arrivedhome with a wet pussy and an 8mm tape of Chastity and Dirk’s session in hand. I turned on the kitchen light and sat my Chinese takeout on the kitchen table. After pouring a glass of wine, I sat down to eat my Szechuan chicken, egg rolls, and crabmeat rangoon. My hunger proved to be as voracious as my desire as I gobbled down the food. Well, half of it, at least.
After putting away the leftovers and refilling my wine, I wound my way through my condo to my bedroom. The view of the Los Angeles lights from my living room took my breath away, as it always did. I loved this town and the lights and the glitz.
I considered turning on Entertainment Tonight and languishing in bed before falling asleep. My mind wandered back to Dirk and Chastity and the tape in my purse. I retrieved it and returned to my bedroom.
I laid both the wine and the tape on my nightstand before stepping into my walk-in closet. I stripped my clothes off quickly and headed to my bathroom.
Turning on the shower, I let the water warm up while I gazed at myself in the mirror. I let out my ponytail and shook my blond hair. Soft waves caressed my shoulders. I cupped my breasts and released them. Thanks to my plastic surgeon, they were perkier than they had been in my thirties. The way they looked on my forty-five-year-old body made me smile.
I still had a slim waist and my hips were wider than they were in my twenties, but they seemed to add to my flavor. I turned to look at my butt and the steam forming on the mirror hid any cellulite or dimples. Leaning into the mirror, I picked at a glob of eyeliner, my blue eyes staring back at me. For the first time since my divorce, I loved the person in the mirror.
The mirror fogged up from both my breath and the hot steam from my shower. I traced a heart in the steam and the initials DB. I shook my head at my own adolescent behavior and slipped into the shower.
Images of Dirk moving his hands across Chastity’s body flashed through my head as the hot water cascaded down my body. As it rolled over my breasts, my nipples hardened. When it flowed between my legs, my clit sent tingles through my pussy.
I slipped my hand across my belly and down to my mound of trimmed golden pubes. Finding the little nub of my clit, I moved my fingers over it and my mouth involuntarily opened as pleasure rippled through my body.
