I bent my back, trying to raise my pussy to meet his fingers.
He held me down easily with one hand.
“But why ask for a divorce? It was just a silly case of ED. You’re fifty-five. That’s not abnormal for a man of your age.”
He squeezed my breasts as if his desire had been aroused to the point of giving in and fucking me. Or he wanted to exert some control.
“You seem to be fine now. And very turned on.” My voice became sultry as I spoke. I ran my hands down his thighs, unable to keep my hands off of him.
“Something happened. Things changed…” He trailed off and smacked me on the hip. “Time to switch. If I keep going, you’re going to want to fuck me.”
“And what’s wrong with that?” I asked, my voice low.
“That’s not happening tonight, Scarlet. No way.”
He moved and fluffed up the pillows for me. I moved into position and he lay against me with his back to my chest. Pressing against my breasts, I felt more thrilling sensations swirling through me. I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his briefs as he moved into position. If he wasn’t fully erect, he was very close to it.
Evidently, not even the Librium was enough to make him limp. Was that desire for me, or had being away for two months and not receiving my regular dosage of medications that reduce his libido, returned him to normal?
“Remember, Scarlet, no touching the genitals.”
“I can get close, though. Right?”
“Yes, but they are off limits. The point is for me to figure out what excites me when you touch me and you to feel through your fingertips. To feel the sensations.”
He sounded like a doctor, but he had always been savvy about how all kinds of things worked. Even if it was something new, he picked it up quickly.
“Yes, Doctor Baxter.” I teased. “How many times have you done this?”
“A couple of times.”
“Who did you do it with?”
“With Chastity.”
“Chastity?”
“Miss Davenport’s sex surrogate.”
“Is she pretty?”
“She’s gorgeous. Young. Talented.”
“Oh. No one else? Like the Doc?” Hearing the surrogate was young and gorgeous caused my voice to lower in reaction.What the hell does he mean by talented?
“No. No one else.”
I ran both of my hands down his thick arms to his forearms. Using my entire palm, I added a light squeeze to his shoulders, his biceps, and his forearms. He tensed up at the mention of his experiences. He just lied to me. Bitch Davenport must have done this with him.
While he didn’t quiver at my touch, he eventually relaxed into my chest. Which didn’t help my nipples or my wet pussy. I ached to have him inside of me.
I couldn’t let Dirk Baxter win, though.
My hands ran over his belly and cords of muscles. When I moved up to his pecs, I paused. “Your nipples aren’t off limits, are they?” I whispered.
“No.” He sounded drowsy. He lay with his head even with my own and he laid it on my shoulder, giving me a view of his body. And his cock. It was still hard. There was no way I did not turn him on. And make him uncomfortable.
I ran my hands up his chest and spent some time rubbing his nipples. If Dirk was sensitive there, I didn’t know. I’d never spent any time there. He had enough between his legs to keep me occupied. Maybe there was something to this sensitive touch stuff.
