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RURA |
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By Margo Perry
Nick hadn’t eaten since lunch and it was now eight o’clock. The savoury Chinese take-out, warming his passenger seat, teased his nostrils and set his stomach to rumbling. He drove carefully, squinting right and left, on red alert for the moose, bear or deer that might appear at the edge out of the forest and cross unannounced right in front of his car. Damn it was pitch black out there! He blinked. His eyes were dry and itchy from hours of evaluating too many student reports, but he didn’t care about that. He was hungrier than he was weary. In fact, he was starving … and for more than food. All he wanted was Janie.
Down boy! Patience is a virtue!
He loved their weekends together, loved to please her. His cock grew rock hard just thinking about the smell and taste of her pussy juice, her guttural moans, her flushed expression when passion overcame propriety. He’d hold on to her firm buttocks, his face pressed between her spread legs, licking her, sucking her, keeping her poised on the edge of orgasm until she ordered him to fuck her. “Do me, Nick! Finish me off,” she’d scream. And he would.
Nick expected to find Janie sleeping. She’d left a message at school explaining that business had kept her insanely busy all week and that she was off to bed, too tired to even think. Nick’s initial disappointment had been crushing. Although he kept his apartment in the city, they’d been in a committed relationship for five years now and, as far as Nick was concerned, Janie was forever. But, they hadn’t been intimate for forty-three days and Nick had counted, refusing to masturbate, praying every night that he’d be spared a wasteful wet dream. He was determined to stay horny for her and for the erotic adventure that would soon be theirs.
God, he’d missed their time together! But all’s well that ends swell. In five minutes, he’d be climbing the hill to Janie’s and their weekend would finally begin. Nick found himself smiling. He flexed his hand. It was sore from his slamming it into his steering wheel when he’d first heard Janie’s message. He’d driven much too quickly from school back to his city apartment and it wasn’t until he was inside, guzzling a cranberry juice, that the idea had struck. All wasn’t lost. Janie was tired. All he had to do was give her a few hours and then drive up. He had a key. He didn’t have to wake her. When she got up, he’d be there to surprise her, pamper her until she was rested and ready for some fun. He warned himself for the umpteenth time that Janie loved to sleep and might not want to be bothered until tomorrow. But that was okay with Nick. He didn’t mind waiting.
He turned the last corner and began the drive up the long winding road. The house seemed to be blazing with light and that was unusual. To save a penny, Janie would turn off every light when she left a room. Well, that proved just how tired she really was! Nick imagined her flung across her bed, naked except for her bra and panties, the beauty and potential of her long slender body totally exposed. He’d gaze at her and feel his cock and balls fill with hot, fluid anticipation. He’d deny himself the touch of his own hand. Save it all for her and hope that she didn’t sleep too long.
He was grinning when he parked in the drive, grabbed his bag of treats and headed for the front door. He was surprised to hear voices, probably the television, and surmised she was up. He knocked instead of using his key and the door swung open immediately.
“What are you doing here?” Janie asked, her words slurred.
“You said you were exhausted, so I picked up some . . .”
His words seemed to evaporate. Janie was looking at him as though he were a stranger and Nick couldn’t begin to fathom what was going on. Who were these men? Why were they here? Nick glanced past the living room to the dining area and couldn’t help noticing her table, groaning under a catered buffet of everything from roast beef to seafood that looked like it had just jumped from the sea. Nick felt mortified, standing there in his sandals, t-shirt and denim cut-offs staring at an elegant Janie, dressed in a lime green halter gown that he’d never seen. She stared past him, her eyes glazed, her cheeks reddened by party favours already enjoyed.
“Who’s there, dear,” a booming voice asked. Charlie Swan, Janie’s old beau joined her at the door. “Nick boy, come on in,” he said, stepping aside and waving Nick in. “Janie’s told me how much you’re helping her with her piano lessons, although I can’t hear it.”
Piano lessons?
A piano had been in Janie’s house since childhood, but she’d never learned to play and, although she knew Nick had been playing all his life, she’d only asked for his help once. The lesson hadn’t lasted ten minutes. Janie had neither the interest nor the concentration.
“I must attend to our guests,” Charles said, kissing Janie’s cheek as a crescendo of laughter filled the room. “Come on Janie, ask the poor guy in. He’s driven all the way from the city and you’re in no condition for a lesson. But the guy a beer!”
If Charlie’s an old boyfriend, Janie forgot to tell him! She’s so busted!
Charlie stood behind Janie, his arm wound casually around her waist. He filled her glass from a near empty wine bottle and then lifted and swigged the last few drops himself.
“Thanks, babe,” Janie said, giggling as she transferred her body’s balance from the doorway to Charlie’s chest.
She’s too drunk and stoned to lie. You’ve been taken for a long drive to nowhere, Nicky Boy!
“I’ve got to look after our guests,” Charlie repeated, shifting Janie onto her own two feet. “Now, be a good girl, sweetheart.
Sweetheart!
Janie leaned against the doorway again, squinting at Nick as though trying to recognize him. There was no guilt in her expression, only exasperation.
“Charles opened a new lot today, his first featuring foreign cars, and he wanted somebody to celebrate with,” she said, smoothing her gown over her slender hips. “I wish you’d called before you drove all the way up. Anyway, stay for a drink.”
The invitation was too casual and cruel for their relationship and Charles’ attitude screamed his proprietorship. There was no confusion. Janie and Charles were hosting this party and Nick was an interloper. He’d been dumped and if he hadn’t bothered to drive up tonight, he’d have never even known. He felt naked and vulnerable as his world shattered around him.
“I think I’ll go,” Nick said.
“We’ll get together next weekend for sure,” Janie said, the relief in her voice palpable.
“Hurry up. I need you, Janie.”
The sound of Charles’ voice twisted Nick around and propelled him away from Janie’s door. He dashed down the few steps as if chased by a thousand demons.
Keep walking
And Nick did. Away from the wall of car salesmen in suits, drinking, smoking and laughing behind Janie’s already closed door. He moved away from the bright lights shining out of the rambling old stone house, into the blessed dark of the pathway leading down to the lake. The oppressive heat of the day had given way to the night’s extreme chill. It was as if two seasons were bookending one single day. Nick shivered as he slipped and rushed along the narrow dirt road. He had to escape the pictures in his head: Charlie’s generous smile, the salesmen’s frivolity, the shock and disgust etched on Janie’s face as she’d opened the door and found him standing there, bag full of Chinese food in hand. Still in hand! His feet were sweating and the constant rubbing of his sneaker ridge against his tender, blistering heel was sending echoes of pain through his body.
Where am I going? Just keep moving.
He was long past his car when he realized it, but he couldn’t turn back. He had to keep moving. His feet hurt so bad! He knew better than to wear shoes without socks. Foot problems had followed him since childhood. But he needed to please Janie and she hated the look of sneakers and socks. She said that they made him look like the nerdy teenager who had no friends. And that’s how he felt right now, charging along the unkempt track - friendless, helpless and totally humiliated. Anxiety was squeezing his chest and sweat prickled his forehead. He took deep breaths. This place was so different from his city place with its squealing sirens and slamming door. An eerie symphony of frogs, crickets and beetles overlaid the sound of deep silence and a velvety black lay over the land, as dark clouds floated over the tiny sliver of a new moon.
Just keep walking Past the field where parked cars now lurked in the shadows Down the hill Don’t fall!
Nick maintained his desperate speed, ignoring the spruce trees that slapped his face and beat against his naked, stinging legs. With his luck, there’d be stinging nettles in the mix and he’d end up with a burning, irritating rash. But Nick didn’t stop. He was an animal moving on instinct, getting away from her, from her duplicity. Mostly he was trying to escape them or what they used to be. A cold breeze blew in from the lake and he realized that a nagging ache in his right knee had drawn his attention away from his burning heel.
And still, he couldn’t escape Janie. She was in his head dressed in her slinky, sexy dress. Her strappy high heeled sandals were new, at least to him. His heart began to throb with anger and disappointment, but all he could do was push on. He leapt across the last patch of grass onto Lonely Lake Lane and a burst of drunken laughter exploded out of the house and rolled down the hill to mock him.
Nick could feel his shoes adhering to the tar and chip paving that was still sticky from the day’s ninety plus temperatures. It made a soft squishy sound that melted into the insect sounds. The only sign of life on that road were the night bugs hovering around the yellow light of the one lone streetlight just up ahead. Nick slowed his pace to catch his breath that sounded loud and desperate in the darkness. He felt a familiar twitch in his neck as his anger grew. He marched on, his eyes fixed on his feet, trying to distance himself from his pain. He felt sorrier for himself than he ever had in his life and he longed for someone to care. Desperately! He coughed, shivered and limped on.
You’re going to be sick tomorrow.
“Who cares if I’m sick tomorrow? I feel like death would be a relief about now!” Nick shouted, shaking his food package at the gods.
“You’ll care tomorrow.”
Nick looked up and blinked as a woman seemed to tremble into existence. Her creamy skin shimmered under the glow of the lamplight and her enormous breasts, the first thing Nick noticed, bounced and swayed, looming larger as she moved toward him. She was braless under a sand dress that draped low and exposed a long river of cleavage. Her dark hair was braided in a thick plait that fell gracefully over her shoulder and halfway to her waist. Nick couldn’t control himself, couldn’t not look. His eyes fastened themselves onto her magnificent orbs that hung below her waist. He thought he could see the outlines of her naked body, but he wasn’t sure. The rich cream colour of her skin was so close to the colour of her dress that her form was a tantalizing shifting kaleidoscope of erotic images and Nick couldn’t help himself when his cock deposited a small wet blob on the fabric of his shorts.
“You’re shivering,” she said.
Nick felt a warm glow as a long trench coat settled over his shoulders. Her chocolate brown eyes were almond shaped and stared into his blue eyes from under the longest lashes he’d ever seen. Her cheekbones were pronounced, her nose straight and long, but her lips were full, coquettish, sulky or sexual – all on command. She pulled the coat tighter around him and he suddenly felt vulnerable. He jumped back, clutching the coat, still clinging foolishly to the bag of Janie’s Chinese favourites.
He felt like he was melting under the woman’s watch and it scared him.
“What’s your name anyway?” His voice wavered, but still managed to sound belligerent and much too loud “Where did you come from? There was nobody but me on the road!”
“The last time you looked, you mean. My name’s Rura. What’s yours?”
“Nick.”
“Hello Nick” the woman said, bending down. Nick noticed that she was almost as tall as he, 6’1’’, and he watched amazed as she slipped her long slender feet out of her rubber flip-flops. “Let’s swap,” she said matter-of-factly. “Your right heel’s a mess.”
“How did you know?”
“No magic. You were limping along like a wounded animal. I’m on my way to my brother’s party, but I’m in no hurry. I can’t stand that bitch he’s hooked up with.”
“Party? I think I just came from there,” Nick mumbled.
“Charlie just opened another business and he’s entertaining his guys at Janie Brenner’s place. Are you in the mood for a party? There’ll be plenty of food and I’d love to show up with somebody on my arm. But first, we have to get you fixed up. Come, my place is just a few steps from here.”
While part of him was recoiling at the thought of this gorgeous creature wearing his smelly sneakers, he found himself accepting the support of her arm as he bent down and took off his shoes, grimacing at just how sore his heel was. Her kindness touched him. He watched her step into his sneakers and turn back in the direction from which she’d come. He flip-flopped after her, turning right onto a private unpaved path.
Nick had to almost run to keep up with Rura’s fleet feet as she scurried along the narrow winding road. He stumbled, and lurched, hanging on to a branch to help steady himself.
“I’m sorry,” Rura said, rushing back to his side. “I’m just anxious to get you off your feet!”
Nick laughed out loud. The woman had knocked him off his feet, the moment he’d laid eyes on her. She radiated a warmth that had heated Nick’s heart and his groin and all he knew was that he was as horny as he’d ever been.
“Getting me off my feet would be dead easy,” Nick said.
His comment surprised him. He wasn’t one for flirting, especially when faced with a beautiful woman like this. Tongue-tied was more his style.
“Don’t tempt me,” Rura laughed. “I’m pretty damned horny. Did you say that you’d just come from the party?” Rura asked. ‘Do you know Charles or Janie?”
“I know Janie and I just met Charles,” Nick said.
Nick didn’t know why Rura made him feel so safe and comfortable, but he started with the first day he’d met Janie in a movie line and didn’t stop talking until he’d ended with the night’s sad proceedings.
“I knew it,” Rura said. “That Janie is about as selfish as any woman I’ve ever met. She’s been with Charles for fifteen years, taking as much as she can and giving as little as she can manage. You’re not her first toy. Charles is her rock and her money bags, but she always finds somebody like you to play with. Charles hasn’t a clue.”
“I had no idea,” Nick admitted. “I feel so lame, so ridiculous.”
“No reason for you to feel anything, but disgusted and betrayed. And the same goes for Charles. Anyway, we’re here.”
Rura kicked off her shoes, opened the door wide and stepped aside. Nick stepped into a room that was all glass walls, wooden floors, light and open space. He looked through to a walkway leading to a deck that was cantilevered over the lake and he was overcome with a sense of freedom. All the amenities of home were sufficed in this one sprawling room. A dining room, an open kitchen, a bedroom and a study all seemed to flow one into the other, delineated only by plants, a bookcase or pieces of furniture.
“Sit,” Rura said. “I’ll get something for your heel.” She took the coat from around Nick’s shoulders and kissed his cheek. “It’s warm here. Make yourself comfortable.”
Rura left the room and returned almost immediately with a small basin. Nick was still standing just inside the door, stuck between the painful loss of Janie and the vibrant present excitement that was Rura.
“You’re too sad,” she said, settling her basin on the floor and walking up to Nick. “I know what you need.”
She opened her arms and Nick walked into them. He could feel her breasts pressing into his body, all over his body, and his cock lurched and reached up to greet them. He’d never met a woman who could admit so openly to being horny. She moved against him and he responded by pulling her even closer. He couldn’t seem to get enough of this woman who seemed to be able to read his every need. She rubbed his back, as her breasts massaged his front and he felt so many things that words couldn’t express. Mostly he felt that someone, even though a stranger, cared. Something caught in his throat and he couldn’t breathe.
“Poor baby,” Rura purred.
And then she was kissing him, his lips, his face and the lobes of his ears. Nick felt his knees give and Rura had to support him. His mouth was loose and hungry. He licked the skin on her neck and then returned to pour liquid lust into her warm cavern of mouth. She fastened her mouth on his neck and sucked hard. He was certain she would mark him and he was glad.
“Don’t leave me,” Nick said.
He didn’t know where such a request was coming from, but he meant it. He’d had enough loss for one day and he couldn’t stand the thought of her leaving him right now.
“Well, you’re in no shape for a party,” she said. “Not yet. What would you like to do? How do you feel?”
Nick looked down at his bare feet. All his pain had disappeared, but he had no idea how he felt. His job had always been to know how Janie felt. How his students felt. How his parents felt. He just didn’t know how he felt. When it came to his own feelings and what he wanted, an unavailable shadow of himself.
“I really don’t know how I feel,” Nick admitted, “and I have no idea what I want to do.”
“Then you lose,” Rura said. “We’ll do what I want to do and I want to love somebody, fuck somebody and I want that body to be you.”
She took Nick’s hand and led him across the room. Behind a Chinese screen, her bed was king-sized and inviting. She crawled onto it on all fours. Her pendulous orbs hung and swung heavily inside her cotton top and Nick imagined them rolling gloriously over his rigid cock. He wanted to grab it and pump it until it exploded, but he couldn’t. She hadn’t told him to.
“What are you thinking about now?”
“I was thinking that I don’t want to do anything to …”
“Displease me,” she said, finishing his sentence. “It’s not about what you don’t want to do. It’s about what I do want to do and right now I want you to disrobe. I’m very hungry and I want to see you naked.”
Rura’s sundress seemed to feature a thousand buttons that teased their way all along her lush body, from beneath her low cowl neck to the hem of her ankle length dress. Nick felt foolish. He had no buttons he had only a t-shirt to pull over his head. He wished he was muscled like one of those gym guys, but he wasn’t. He was toned, but a bit soft, his abdomen showing only the slightest beginnings of a six pack. He stared at Rura who was slowly unbuttoning her dress with one hand while she played with her nipple with the other. Her face was raw and quivering with lust. Nick could hear his own breathing. He felt like his whole life was bound up in this moment and he wanted it to last forever.
He pulled his shirt over his head. He could tell his nipples were erect and begging for attention. So was his cock. And he wanted to kiss her. His whole body was throbbing with need.
“You’re beautiful,” she said, drawing up her legs, and allowing them to move provocatively open and shut, open and shut. Nick had never been with anyone so honest and open before. And now, she was telling him that he was beautiful. “Hasn’t anybody ever told you that?” Nick could now see just how huge her tits were and that they were supported by a soft bra that hung like a sling shot, moulding her flesh into mountains and crevices that Nick simply wanted to fall into, be smothered by, and fuck.
“Now, your pants,” Rura said.
Her dress lay open to her waist and her breasts lay in their cribs on her lap. Nick knew that if she exposed one nipple, he would come. But there was nothing he could do about it. He stepped out of his pants and kicked them defiantly aside. His cock leaked and strained against his jockeys and his balls ached.
“You won’t be going home any time soon,” Rura said. “Make as many phone calls as you need, but I’m going to make love to you all weekend.”
Nick was thrilled. The last thing he wanted was to be alone and there was no one to call.
Rura was almost growling. Nick watched her lift her hips and pull off a pair of cream coloured bikini panties. He watched her face distort with pleasure as she stroked, rubbed and pleasured herself. An aroused woman really did it for Nick and Rura had put him on the edge of a very slippery orgasmic slope.
“Your cock,” she said. “Let me see your cock.”
Nick stepped out of his jockeys and stood naked and still until she beckoned him to the edge of the bed. She crawled toward him on her knees. She kissed and nuzzled one of his nipples and then turned to the other. Nick bucked and swayed as erotic waves of pleasure claimed him. He couldn’t help seizing her breasts or she his cock. She teased his cock head and he tweaked her nipple until they were both catapulted into a storm of lust. He fell onto the bed and they plunged into each other’s arms, legs crossing, hands grabbing and groping. They devoured each other’s mouths. Her hand found his cock again and she ran expert fingers up and down the shaft.
“Be careful,” he begged, as she fucked his ear with her tongue.
Nick could feel his barometer rising, feel a large drop of pre-cum ooze from his cock. Rura caught it on a finger, raised it to her lips and ate it, licking at it like she would an ice cream cone.
“Be really careful,” Nick said again.
Rura struggled away from him and got out of bed. She moved in front of a mirror and lowered herself onto a fake fur rug. She pulled her dress over her head and began to unwind her hair.
“Help me,” she said, proffering the long coil to Nick.
She sat legs crossed as Nick untwisted her hair with trembling clumsy hands. She played with the strap of her harness-bra, easing it off her shoulder. She held his gaze in the mirror and wouldn’t let go as she licked her shoulder and then let the strap fall off. She eased the strap off her second shoulder and then hefted her tits to her own mouth and teased them, nibbled them and bit them. Nick reached around her to grab and massage her tits. He loved their firmness. Their softness. Their femaleness.
“Be careful!” He could feel himself rising for the fall.
Rura placed herself on all fours, facing the mirror, her tits grazing the floor. Her ass raised, her pelvis contracting and releasing, calling for cock as only pussy could do. Her hair fell wildly around her and she was making sounds that Nick had never heard. But he understood them and rose to the occasion.
He couldn’t be gentle. He lunged over her and forced her head down on her arms that were folded in front of her. He slammed into her, taking complete control. He adopted a rhythm and she fell into it. Just when she was rearing toward the finish line, he grabbed hold of her hair and eased his cock almost out of her. She was captured and held in waiting and she couldn’t stand it.
“Fuck me, Nick. Fuck me until I come.” She had reached back and was readying her clit for the orgasm of its life.
Nick pulled her into him, plunging, deeper this time. His onslaught was matched in kind. She reared back into him, away from him, matching his every move. There seemed to be a moment of exquisite bliss when Nick knew that this moment would go on forever, but it soon exploded. They screamed in unison, and hurled themselves headlong into an orgasmic frenzy of bodies, arms and legs.
They lay apart in the stillness, catching their breath, allowing themselves to understand the largeness of their experience. Finally, Nick pulled Rura into his arms.
“That was the most fantastic experience I’ve ever had and for the first time in my life I know what I want.”
“What’s that?”
“More,” Nick said. “More of you and more of us.”
“Same for me,” Rura said, “but first, we have a foot to fix and a party to go to. The least Miss Janie owes you is some good food.”
Humour shone out of Rura’s eyes, but there was something furtive and devilish in her voice. And while Nick didn’t know what she was up to, he suspected that it was something that neither he, nor Janie, not Charlie would ever forget. Nick chuckled. After what had been thrown at him that night, he was ready for anything. |