It was the eighteen-year-old boy from the night before. Except that he didn't look so young and innocent any more. He even looked wiser.
"Hello," be said.
His voice was more mature than it had been the night before, there was none of the strained, frightened quality. She told herself that there was something very odd about this Bobby.
She remembered that after their little performance the women had been standing in line to get at Bobby. She wouldn't have believed that he could have moved for a month after last night.
"Good morning," she said. "Somehow you look different then you did last night."
He laughed. The way his eyes swept her naked breasts left no doubt that there was nothing innocent left in him. If there ever had been.
"It was an act, wasn't it?" she asked him. "You were just acting last night."
"Of course," he said. "I thought you knew."
"No," she admitted.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and placed his hand against her thigh. He caressed her with knowing fingers while he talked.
"I'm an actor," he admitted. "I've been playing shy little boys on stage since I was sixteen."
"How old are you really?" she asked.
"Thirty," he said. "But somehow it seems to make the girls hot and bothered when I tell them I'm eighteen and act shy about sex. They can't wait to pull off their panties."
"So you're not really shy about sex?" she asked.
"Not at all," he said.
She studied his face. He still looked eighteen and he was still beautiful. He had brushed his blond hair differently but there was little else that was altered about him except the knowing, experienced eyes.
"But the hair," she said. "You have no hair on your body."
"Not on my chest," he admitted. "What do you do?" she asked. "I pluck most of my body hair out."
"Oh," she said. "That must hurt."
"It's part of my living," he shrugged. "Besides, it seems to turn women on even more. Like you."
"Like me?" she questioned.
"Sure," he said. "My little-boy look turns you on. Admit it."
"Certainly I'll admit it," Tracy said. "Right now my pussy is hotter than fire and I'm wondering if your cock is as beautiful to fuck as it is to suck."
"Shall we find out?" he asked.
"Mr. Douglas might not approve," she said. "He does approve," Bobby said. "He approves very much. He was proud of you last night."
"He was?" Tracy asked.
"Yes," Bobby said. "And I'm your present."
"Goodie," she said. "Let's get on with the unwrapping."
"Patience," he said. "Real fucking is something that requires patience."
Just the sound of his voice caused her to shiver.
Somehow she knew that Bobby knew more about sex than anyone she'd ever been with. This was the kind of present she liked.
His fingers still caressed her thighs and now he ran his tongue up her stomach to the curve of her tittie. He opened his mouth and sucked in some of her flesh. He released her and moved his hand farther up her thigh.
"You're very nice," he said. "Last night I would have gone on a lot longer but you did that thing with your tongue. Very few women can do that well. I wasn't expecting it."
His complimenting tone warmed her up even more. Her titties were becoming hotly sensitive and responding to the touch of his lips.
"Ummmmm," she said. "You're nice too."
He responded by placing his hand between her thighs. His fingers parted her pussy lips and he sent one finger inside her hot cunt.
"Warm and tight," he said. "You like cocks and fingers and tongues, don't you?"
"Oh yes," she said. "Oh yes, I like them very much."
He bent his head and kissed her stomach and then his head went down to the rise of her pussy. He kissed her hairs and the top of her pussy while his finger worked inside her cunt.
His tongue and finger excited her very much.
She found herself pushing her pussy up at him. She wrapped her fingers around her titties and started to massage the nipples.
"Oh," she moaned. "Oh, oh, oh!"
He kept working his finger into her cunt until he had her hotter than she'd ever been, and her pussy juices were flowing hot against his fingers. Then be stood up. She protested but her protest was cut short when she saw that he was undressing.
He peeled off his shirt and revealed his hairless chest. It was a turn on! She closed her eyes and remembered her sexual feelings the night before when she'd thought he was an innocent boy. She didn't blame all those women for getting so turned on.
She opened her eyes again and watched him taking off his trousers. She marveled at the strong, clean lines of his body. His muscles weren't the muscles of an exercise nut but they were nicely formed.
He kicked off his trousers and then pulled his shorts down his strong-looking legs. His beautiful cock was half erect and she saw again how big it was.
"You are beautiful," she said.
He came close and lay down beside her. His body pressed against hers as his hands went down her back and cupped her asscheeks. He started squeezing rhythmically as he pressed his cock against her cunt.
"Ummmm," she said. "You feel good down there. Really good. I feel so hot I could burn."