Now and Forever--Let's Make Love (25 page)

“Right away.” The woman walked toward one corner of the large room, where a white-jacketed man was making drinks.

Kevin tried to keep his jaw from hanging open. When Mark had suggested that he take a night off from the meetings they had
been attending all week, Kevin had readily agreed. It had taken more convincing, however, before he agreed to visit what Mark
had described as “the most amazing escort service in New York.”

Mark had continued, “It has to be seen to be believed, that I can assure you.”

Kevin had finally been convinced, but he hadn’t expected anything like this.

“You expected something like the Chicken Ranch,” Heather said, returning from the bar with Kevin’s drink. “From
Best Little Whorehouse.
”

Kevin looked at her ruefully. “I guess I did,” he said.

“We’re not like that at all,” Heather said, leading Kevin to one of the leather sofas. “We’re here to fill a need that many
lonely men from out of town have. We have women of all kinds to suit all interests. You can take one of them out to dinner
and see what develops, or you can sit here and talk to several women before you decide. You can go upstairs to one of our
suites of rooms for however long you like, or you can leave and come back another time. You can even entertain several women,
if that’s your interest, or one or more men. We’re very low-key, very friendly, and very accommodating.”

Heather discussed the house rules about condoms and explained that many of the girls had a specialty. “Is there any fantasy
you’ve always had but never had a chance to explore?”

Kevin felt Heather’s hand rest on his knee. His mind raced. Fantasy? There were so many things he had read about in magazines.
He looked around the room at the gorgeous women, any one of whom was his for the asking.

“Well,” he said, “there is one thing I’d like.”

Get out your bookmark, because here are the last three ageless fantasies.

It had been a long, hard day at the office, and Melissa was glad it was over. All day, the air conditioning in the building
had been switching on and off, mostly off, and by late afternoon, her office was like a sauna. She couldn’t wait to get home
and strip off her hot, sweaty clothes. God, I’d strip naked right here if I thought I could get away with it, she thought
as she stood waiting for the elevator.

Three other people stood at the closed elevator doors, all looking as rumpled as she knew she did. As she glanced to her left,
she saw the cute new guy from Accounting. He had black hair and blue eyes and was tall and well built. “Terrible day,” she
said to him.

“Oh yeah,” he said. “I thought I’d melt.”

“I’m Melissa. From Shipping.”

“Doug.” He looked at his watch, then at the elevator indicator, having already dismissed her.

Melissa sighed as the elevator doors slid open and she entered. As the express elevator dropped from the twenty-fourth floor,
she turned and wiggled into the small amount of space between Doug and the closed doors. She could feel his briefcase pressing
against the backs of her thighs. She closed her eyes.

Suddenly, halfway between 21 and 20, there was a clunking sound and a bump. Then the lights went out and everything stopped.

“Hey, what’s this?” a man’s gravelly voice said.

“Shit,” a woman responded. “This is all I need. No air conditioning, now this.”

“Damn,” a younger woman said, “I can’t see a thing. Aren’t there supposed to be emergency lights in this car?”

Bodies were moving around, rearranging themselves to make use of the little space available. “I’ll find the alarm,” Gravel
Voice said.

A moment later, the harsh clang of the alarm bell jangled everyone’s already-raw nerves. “Shit,” a woman said. “Stop that
noise. I’ve already got a headache.”

Melissa instinctively moved slightly away from the sound and felt her back press against a man’s chest, a man she assumed
was Doug. “Sorry,” she whispered.

The man pressed his crotch against Melissa’s back and she became very aware of the ridge of flesh beneath his tailored slacks.
Being a tall woman, Melissa knew her bottom was just the proper height to cradle the hardness. I should move, she thought.
Move forward, against the door. Stop this erotic invasion of my space. But rather than move forward, she pressed backward
ever so slightly. God, it feels so good.

Suddenly, she became aware of a hand sliding around her waist at the junction of her summer silk blouse and soft flowing skirt.
Slowly, the hand slipped up her ribs to cup her breast. She wanted to move away, without embarrassing anyone, of course. But
she didn’t. No one could see a thing in the pitch-darkness. The hand kept moving, kneading and pinching her breast. She wanted
to resist, but instead, she let her head fall back against the shoulder behind her, her arms limp at her sides.

“How long do you think we’ll be stuck here?” a younger man’s voice asked.

“Lord only knows,” another man answered.

Melissa felt a mouth on her ear, breathing hot air into the opening, then nipping at the lobe. What if the lights come on?
she wondered. Oh well, she could just stand up and no one would know anything. No one would know that his hand was making
her pussy wet, making her hips grind against the hard cock that was cuddled in the crack of her bottom.

“Hey,” the younger woman yelled, causing Melissa to straighten up. “Someone needs to get us out of here.”

The hand began to unbutton her top, button by agonizing button. She wanted that hand on her hot flesh. But what if the lights
came on? What if …

“Hello in the elevator,” a distant voice cried.

“We’re here,” several passengers yelled.

“Get us out of here,” other voices called.

By now, all the buttons of Melissa’s blouse were open and the hand had lifted one breast from the cup of her demibra. Then
the other breast was free and the hand was pulling and pinching the tender tips. She was unable to keep her hips still, and
as she rubbed against the man behind her, she could feel his cock get bigger and harder.

“Brownout, folks,” the distant voice said, then laughed.

“Hey, this isn’t funny to us,” Gravel Voice said. “It’s hot as Hades in here and dark as the inside of a cat.”

Melissa felt the man’s other hand press the middle of her back. She leaned forward until her bare nipples contacted the cold
steel of the elevator doors. As she started to pull back, a voice whispered in her ear, “Feel it.”

She did. Her pussy was on fire as the cold tightened her already-erect nipples. The hand. Yes, the hand was moving downward.
For a moment, it lay splayed across her belly, then moved lower still. The fingers pulled at the thin fabric of her skirt,
raising it until they contacted the warm, wet skin of her thighs. She reached between her legs and tried to drag the hand
to the spot where she needed to feel him.

“It will be another few minutes, folks,” the outside voice yelled. “We’re rerouting power to the elevator systems.”

“God,” the younger woman’s voice said, “I don’t know how much longer I can take this. I’m claustrophobic.”

The man behind her said, “Be patient.” Melissa felt the words rumble in his chest as he pressed the entire length of his body
against hers. Was that comment for the woman or for her? She let her hand drop.

The man’s fingers found the crotch of her panties and the small erect nub that was the center of all her thoughts now. He
stroked around her outer lips, not quite touching her clit. “Patience,” he whispered in her ear.

Then he found her and rubbed—back and forth with long strokes, then hard and fast, driving her higher and higher. Her breasts
were like ice, her pussy on fire. What would happen if she came? she wondered. Usually very vocal, could she climax without
crying out? And the man’s cock was rubbing her backside faster and faster now. What would happen if he came? His clothes?
Oh God, she didn’t care. She reached for her orgasm.

“Just another minute,” the outside voice said, and the car lurched a bit.

“Yes,” one voice yelled.

“All right,” another cried.

Drenched in sweat, Melissa came hard and hot, biting the inside of her lip to keep silent. She felt the man come, too, bucking
his hips against her backside. Oh God, she cried inside her mind. Oh God.

“Hey, lady,” someone said. “Are you getting off?”

Melissa came back to reality. The elevator doors were open in front of her and several of the passengers had already wiggled
out around her. “Sorry,” she mumbled, still disoriented and incredibly excited by her daydream.

“Don’t be sorry,” the man behind her said. “Just take your time. It’s too hot for rushing.”

She turned and looked into Doug’s sky blue eyes. “Thanks.” She stepped from the elevator into the cool of the lobby.

“Hey. Melissa, isn’t it? I’m really parched after that time in the elevator. How about stopping for a drink? Got a few minutes?”

“Gee, Doug,” she said. “Yeah, I’ve got time. I’d like that.”

Dave had been shopping in this particular mall bookstore for several years. It was convenient—since he worked just across
the street—had a pretty good selection, and was a nice place to escape to during his lunch hour. He had gotten to know the
staff pretty well, so he was surprised to see the new face behind the counter. Sherry, her name tag said. As he walked to
the back of the store, he wondered what about this particular woman had given him a tight feeling in his shorts. As he analyzed
the situation, he realized that she had looked him directly in the eye with a nononsense stare. Then her eyes had roamed his
body, and when he had caught her looking at his crotch, there was a challenge in the way she returned his gaze.

As he stood in the erotica section, he imagined her making him do things.

She walked toward him. Quickly, he picked up a book and began looking through it, trying to look nonchalant. Too late, he
realized he was holding
Female Dominance in a Man’s World.

She stopped beside him and glanced at the cover of the book. “I like that particular work,” she said, “and I’ve read it many
times.” She raised an eyebrow. “Are you familiar with that form of sexuality?”

Standing this close, he could smell her perfume (Obsession?) and see deep into her light blue eyes. Unconsciously, his dick
started to stiffen in his pants. She was spectacular, tall and lithe, with slender hands and long fingers with tapering bright
red nails.

Before he could answer, she was looking over the shelves. “Have you read
Exit to Eden
? That’s got some good scenes of dominance. It’s a shame that so few people understand the need to be submissive. Ah, here
it is.” Bending from the waist to reach it, her back to Dave, he was treated to a perfect view of her tight little ass. Briefly,
he saw just a hint of panties. They were black and very tight.

The bulge in his pants was unmistakable now. He hoped she wouldn’t notice. “Yes. This is it. This book really turns me on.”
She handed it to Dave, and as he reached out to take it from her, she grasped his hand and squeezed it between her fingers
and the book’s unyielding cover.

Looking down, Dave saw her beautiful breasts and noticed her nipples hardening. His dick was so hard now, he really wanted
to stroke it, but of course he couldn’t. He felt flushed, and he knew his face was turning red. He wanted to look at her face,
but somehow he couldn’t. He kept his eyes on the floor, his hand unmoving in her grasp.

Her gaze fell onto the huge bulge in his pants and a mischievous smile crossed her lips. “I see that book does it for you,
too,” she said, her voice suddenly deep and throaty. “Come with me.” She started to walk toward the back of the store, and
when Dave remained immobile, she turned back. “I told you to do something.”

Dave put his books on an empty shelf and followed this gorgeous creature. Opening the door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY, Sherry addressed
the only other person back there. “Tom, watch the front for me.”

“You bet,” Tom said, leaving the room and walking up front.

Locking the door from the inside, Sherry pushed Dave against a worktable. “Now,” she said, grabbing the bulge in the front
of his trousers, “you seem to have a big secret in there.” Sherry started rubbing his cock, practiced fingers quickly making
him tremble.

Dave was speechless. He was about ready to grab her and rip her clothes off, when she suddenly patted his crotch and took
a step back.

“I’ve been horny all day,” Sherry said. “I need a good orgasm, and I have the feeling you’re the right man for the job.” While
she spoke, she massaged her round, ripe breasts. “Just watch. When I’m ready, I’ll tell you what I want you to do.” She unbuttoned
her blouse and threw it to one side, revealing a black lace bra, which was having trouble containing her massive breasts.
While Dave watched, she unhooked the latch in the front and the bra fell to the floor.

Dave’s breath caught in his throat as he saw the most perfect pair of breasts he had ever seen, with erect dark nipples that
begged to be sucked. Without realizing it, Dave’s hand started rubbing his erect cock.

The stinging slap on his wrist came so swiftly that Dave dropped his hands to his sides and stared at the floor. “I’m sorry.”

“You bet you are,” Sherry snapped. “I thought you understood. My pleasure is the only thing that matters here.” She paused,
then added, “Of course, if you’re really good, I might let you come, too.”

“Th-thank you,” Dave stammered. His pulse was pounding and his entire body was shaking with excitement.

“That’s better,” Sherry said sweetly. “I think we understand each other.”

As Dave watched, Sherry turned and, bending over slightly, unbuttoned and unzipped her short, close-fitting black skirt and
pushed it down to the ground. Dave got a look at her skintight black lace panties. The garment was laced up the center of
the front with a red satin ribbon.

“Come over here and kneel in front of me!” Dave knew she would brook no resistance, and he had none. He was hers and he would
do whatever she wanted.