That evening, Judy chose a gray dress of thin, soft that was closely tailored with a Mandarin collar. Critically studying herself in it, she was pleased. Her breast were clearly outlined by the clinging material, as were her firm asscheeks and thighs. This was a far different image than the dripping mess who had set in a roadside puddle, and more different from the sweaty dancer he'd fucked so well earlier in the day. The woman who stared back at Judy from the mirror was a confident, mature woman. She felt as comfortable with this image as she felt with all her other roles. She decided that the aspect of Judy Adams could deal most successfully with the big stud.
When he came to pick her up, she returned his jacket, dry and neatly folded. He thanked her, and as he started the car, he said, "I'm hoping you'll let a new resident in on who's who around this area."
Judy laughed. "How far away is the restaurant?"
"About twenty minutes," he told her.
"Well," she smiled mischievously, "I don't have time to do anything else, so I could talk to you. Not quite what I had in mind, though."
Judy felt comfortable with L.D. or she could never, in a thousand years, have been so forward with her desires. She told him amusing stories about the townspeople and her growing up here, because she liked the sound of his laughter. As they drove, she let her hand ride high on his muscular thigh, barely brushing the well-packed crotch with the back of her hand – accidentally, of course. She was intrigued and attracted, and if something volcanic erupted, she'd be able to handle it.
Judy knew the restaurant. She had been there once or twice before when a date had wanted to impress her. She knew that L.D. Bickford wouldn't feel the need to impress anyone. This was simply the sort of restaurant he would choose: quiet, elegant, with superior food service – and privacy.
Inside, they were seated by a long, wide window that revealed an expanse of the St. Francis River. Sitting in the warm, candle lit restaurant, she could all but hear the water lapping against the pilings below and feel the cold damp wind from up the river.
"This is a wonderful place," she said as they settled at their table. The candlelight caught the dull gleam of her silver earrings.
"Would you like something to drink?" L.D. asked.
"White wine would be nice," she smiled. "For now." She rubbed her hand strongly across his crotch under the table to emphasize her meaning. He did not need the reminder.
He'd thought of little else while driving over.
His eyes remained on hers while he ordered. There's something quietly tenacious in the way he looks at me, Judy decided, and she drew a long breath. She could read his thoughts and they caused her face to redden slightly because they almost matched, her own ideas. Her panties were already sticking to her cuntlips, glued there by her gushing juices.
This amazed her. Never had one man had such an influence over her and her body. And what really disturbed her was that she could not control her desires for him.
"We need to talk about Beth," she said, trying to steer the subject onto less sensual subjects. She had to remain calm, or she would dive under the table and suck his cock. That would be the end of her reputation in this small town. But, still, still the urge was there. She squeezed her legs together and felt the cream ooze from the swollen lips, wetting her panties even more.
"Yes," L.D. agreed. He too wanted to talk about a neutral subject. His cock was so hard it hurt and his balls were so full of cum the ache was almost unbearable.
"L.D." Nonplused that his look didn't waver, Judy tried to add authority to her voice. "You have to stop looking at me like that. You look as though I'm the dinner."
"You're beautiful," he said. "I enjoy looking at beauty."
"Thank you." Judy decided she would grow used to his direct gaze. "L.D.," she said, leaning forward, her breast flattened against the edge of the table, "this morning, when I watched Beth, I knew she had talent. This afternoon in class I was even more impressed."
"It's very important to her to study with you. And, I might add that I was quite impressed by your talents this afternoon, too."
"But it shouldn't be," Judy said quickly, ignoring his last comment. "She should be in Montreal where her training could be more centered, more intense."
L.D. shifted his shoulders. "Beth plans to take more than fifteen hours of training a week with you. Isn't that adequate?"
"No." Judy set down her wine glass. "She should be taking classes every day, more specialized classes than I could possible offer."
L.D.'s tone was calm and undisturbed. "Beth wants to study with you. Montreal will still be there in a couple of years."
"A couple of years!" Judy stared at L.D., incredulous.
"She'll be twenty years old in a couple of years."
"A very advanced age," he returned dryly.
"It can be for a dancer," Judy retorted. "It's rare for one of us to dance much past thirty."
"Is that why you don't go back?" L.D. asked. "Do you feel your career is over at twenty-five?"
"We're discussing Beth," she reminded him, "not me."
"Mysteries are intriguing, Judy." L.D. picked up her hand. "And a beautiful woman with secrets is irritable. Have you ever considered that some hands were made for kissing? For holding a… a man's cock? Yours are such hands." He brought her palm to his lips.
Judy's muscles seemed to go fluid at the contact. She thought about how those two lips had been pressed against her cunt, only a few hours before. They had been firm, warm and intoxicating. She brought herself out of the dream. "About Beth," she began. Though she tried to pull her hand away, L.D. kept it to his lips, gently sucking on each finger, one at a time.
"Bickford!" she suddenly said aloud, jerking her hand from his grip. "L.D. Bickford, the architect. It just came to me."
"Did it?" He seemed amused. "I'm surprised you've had time to delve into architecture."
"You name is very well known. All the world knows the man who built the first bridge over the Amazon at Iquitos, Peru. You were on all the front pages of magazines and newspapers, and on the telly. You've built bridges and houses all over the world. It just came to me." Judy was beside herself with newborn respect for the handsome man.
"Your memory's excellent," L.D. said.
Judy smiled. "I also recall reading several tidbits about you in one of the scandal sheets. It seems you are well known to a large portion of the female population. Weren't you engaged to some heiress to one of the European titled fortunes?"
L.D. twirled the stem of his glass between his fingers. "I've never been engaged," he answered evenly. "It tends to lead to marriage."
"I see." Absently, she chewed on a breadstick. "And that isn't one of your goals?"
"Is it one of yours?" he countered.
Judy paused, frowning. She took his parry quite seriously. "I don't know," she murmured. "I suppose I never thought of it precisely that way. Should it be a goal?" she thought aloud. "Or more of a surprise, an adventure?"
"So speaks the romantic," L.D. said.
"Yes, I'm a romantic," Judy agreed without embarrassment. "But then, so are you or you'd never have moved to this small town."
"My choice of real estate makes me a romantic?"
Judy leaned back. "It's much more than a piece of real estate. It's also… well, there's no delicate way to put this, it's also the way you make love to a woman. You're a romantic, and that's that. You can deny it, but it shows when you're between a woman's legs, like this afternoon."
"Why?"
"Because you are sensitive to the satisfaction or your partner. You just didn't stick your cock in and get off. You wanted to make it as good for me as I wanted it to be for you. A woman can sense those things."
"Can you sense what I want to do right now?" he asked.
"Yes," she said. "A blind person could see that you're hot to get it on with me again. But we can't do it here."
"It might be an adventure for you to get under the table and eat your desert," he said. "Then, when you've had your fill, I could do the same for you. But, you're right, it would be much nicer someplace else. Let's get out of here."
They hurriedly finished their meal and went to the parking lot. L.D.'s car was parked behind a row of trees and was secluded from all others. Laying her hands on his shoulders, Judy leaned forward to touch her lips lightly, quickly, to his.
In that instant of contact, everything changed. The bare brushing of lips was cataclysmic. Carefully she drew away, still keeping her hands on his shoulders as they studied each other.
Her heart was knocking against her ribs as it had when she had taken him deep inside her cunt that afternoon. But this time her feelings were even more demanding of her attention, demanding satisfaction.
They came together slowly, but there was an urgency as they slipped into each other's arms, a sense of old lovers becoming reunited. Their lips touched and parted, touched and parted, then the slow, experimental kisses became a desperate demand.
Her emotions began to swirl; she was discovering frailties she had not know she possessed. Judy brought her hands to his chest to feel his strong pecs through his shirt. L.D. freed her lips, though he kept her close in his arms.
"No, I…" Judy closed her eyes briefly, drawing on the strength she always had taken for granted. "It will be better if we get in the car. Not out here, anyone could walk up on us."
He watched her in silence for a moment, then unlocked the car door and opened it. She had him sit on the edge of the car seat with his legs outside in the night air.
"L.D." Her pulse was beginning to beat wildly in anticipation of the next few minutes. "I want you so badly." All the uncertainty of her emotions beamed from her eyes. She sank to her knees before him and reached for his crotch. He had already freed his cock in the dark. She found the throbbing shaft with her hands and squeezed it, gently stroking the hard prod before leaning forward to take it in her warm, wet mouth.
"Oh, baby, that feels so good," L.D. said, shifting forward a little to give her more of the throbbing shaft. "Suck it good. I'm gonna fill your hot, little mouth with my creamy desert. It won't take me long, if you keep that up. Ohhhhh!"
Judy didn't stop to answer. "Ummmmhuuuummmmm!" was all she said. It was all she could say with her mouth stuffed full of L.D.'s big prick. Her head slid up and down his shaft. Her mouth was slack, allowing her saliva to slip past her lips to moisten his cock and run down onto his hairy nutsac. Her tempo picked up as she sensed his climax building.
"Like that," he cried. "Don't stop it. Do it like that. I'm about to shoot."
Judy kept the same rhythm, desiring the taste of his hot jism. When her head bobbed down, her nose brushed lightly against his cockhair. As her mouth filled, the juices flowed freely from her cunt, soaking through her panties and staining the back of her dress. She didn't care. She wanted to taste his milk. She loved the feel of his cock, the taste of it.
"Here it goes. I'm going to shoot," he cried again. "I'm gonna fill your hot mouth, now. Uuuunnnggghhhhh! I'm cumming! Uuuunnnnngggghhhhh!" His balls tightened and a thick stream of gooey cum into her mouth. Judy swallowed as fast as she could but was unable to keep up with the flow. Wad after wad erupted from the jerking cork to flood Judy's mouth. The overflow ran out and down the shining shaft to puddle in his wiry pubes.
"Unnnnn," Judy mumbled. "Mmmuuuccchhh!" She finally felt the blasts began to lose the force of those first sharp eruptions and knew he was almost finished. Now she was able to keep up with the flow. She opened her mouth wide as her head bobbed down the shaft and then closed her lips firmly around the softening rod on the upward trip. This cleaned the shaft of all the excess cum. When it was spotless, she held it to the side and started vacuuming the pearly pools from his pubes. Lastly, she took his hairy nutsac into her mouth, one ball at a time and licked it until it was free of the gunk.
She sat back, letting his cock rest on his lower belly, and licked her lips. "Now, what do I get for that?" she asked.
"Just the best cunt lapping of your life. Let's trade places." L.D. stood up and straightened his clothes. He guided Judy to the car seat and had her sit on the edge. He pushed her dress up to her waist. Now she was exposed to him, only the wispy barrier of her panties was blocking his access.
Judy lifted her, hips and started to remove the sheer little bikinis. L.D. held her back, "No. I'll do that later, but first, I want to suck your cunt through the crotch of your panties and get all your juices out of them. No need to waste good desert, is there?"
"You got that right," she answered, laying back and spreading her legs wide. Her scantily clad crotch was shining in the moonlight. "Eat your heart out."
L.D. dove right in and started sucking the juices through her crotch panel. He fastened his lips to the material and could feel her slimy jism on the back of his tongue. Soon, he shoved the crotch panel to one side and drove his tongue quickly into her gaping hole.
"Eeeeeeiiiiiii! Oh, God, shit, hell, damn, eat me, eat my cunt!" Judy was wild. "You cuntlapper. You pussy eater. Eat my pussy. Ooooohhhhhh!" She drove her hips from the car seat and ground her cunt into his face. Her hands were locked behind his head, pulling him forward.
L.D.'s tongue dipped, licked and probed her silky tunnel. He felt her soft fuzz tickling his face, and her panty leg along one cheek, the ruffles were brushing against his ear.
"This taste so good. Much better than a deep-dish apple pie. It taste like honey."
"It is honey, you ninny. It's cunt-honey. It's my cunt-honey. Eat it. Suck it all out of my cunt. Lick me clean and dry."
Being the romantic man, L.D. did his very best to satisfy her. He was an experienced cunt-lapper and knew every trick that would drive her over the brink. From the amount of her flow, it wouldn't be long until she was gushing cunt erupted in one long hot lava flow of cunt-honey.
"Eeeeeiiiii! I'm cuuuummmmiiiiinnnnnnggggg!" Judy thrashed her ass on the seat and pulled him deeper into her cunt. "Eat me, honey. Eat all my cum!"
L.D. sucked her dry. When he finally lifted his head away from her sweet smelling hole, she was laying back, exhausted and completely drained of cum and energy. He slowly pulled the crotch panel of her panties back over her still gaping hole, worked her dress down over her thighs and turned her around so he could shut the door. Judy still lay back in the seat.
While he was driving her home, she lay her head in his lap, resting her cheek on the soft, thickness of his prick. It felt warm through his trousers.
"What a nice pillow," she said.
"You could sleep on the couch here, if you wanted to," he offered, reaching down to rub her face gently.
"As much as I'd like to, I have to get home," she said. "Maybe some other time."
"I'll take that as a promise," L.D. said.
"Please do." Judy scooted up to get her full cheek on the soft rod.
When they arrived at her house, he had her raise up before entering the drive. He walked her to the porch. She turned to see a wry smile on his face.
"What's funny?" she asked.
"I was thinking about the last time I walked a girl to her door with the front porch light shining behind closed curtains. Her mother was waiting inside, peeking at us. I think I was eighteen."
Judy's eyes brightened with mischief. "It's comforting to know you were eighteen once. Did you kiss her good-night?"
"Naturally. While her mother watched a few feet away."
"Mine's probably gone to bed by now," she said. Laying her hands on his shoulders, she tilted her head back waiting for her kiss.
Their lips touched. He could taste his cum faintly on her lips and tongue. He sucked hard, savoring the taste.
Judy licked the insides of his wet mouth, licking out the last dregs of cunthoney that might still be hiding there. She, too, liked the taste of her own juices.
"No, I…" Judy closed her eyes briefly, pushing herself from his arms. "I have to go in now. We have neighbors that watch my every move. We'll be the gossip of the town, if I don't leave now."
"I understand." He hesitated and then covered her mouth in a last kiss. "Tomorrow," he said, "you're going to have a personal tour of my house. I'll pick you up at eleven."
Judy watched his car's taillights disappear. Tomorrow, she thought and trembled in the chill of the night air.