avoiding me?”
“I have major problems I’m trying to deal with.”
“In the dark?” She turns on the light, stares at him myopically.
Why does she have to wear that that fucking boatneck? And her gap tooth smile is getting to him. “I’m starving,”
She follows Pete downstairs. “Are we ever going to work?”
“Tomorrow.” Pete eats a banana in three quick bites, grabs a handful of almonds from a jar and cracks open a Corona.
“You are avoiding me, admit it.”
“Don’t force the creative process.”
“Pete, it’s obvious we’ll never get anywhere on this project unless we get past this sexual barrier you’ve created.”
“Me create what? You said let’s keep it creative; I said no problem, I’m celibate.”
“I say let’s fuck and move on.” She pulls off her top. Her breasts are not huge but they have a lot of personality especially the nipples. “Is Petey wondering if I had a boob job?” She guides his hands to them. “A man with your experience should know.”
Pete’s heart beats faster. He cups them lovingly. “I don’t like the word boob, it means stupid. I prefer melons, but any ripe fruit will do. In my humble opinion, yours are peaches.”
“Will you supply the cream?”
“Cleo, for three years I’ve traded desire for consciousness.”
“So why are you squeezing my nipples?”
“My fingers operate of their own volition.”
“Is that why you have a hard on?”
“Possibly.”
Her voice subtly changes, becomes huskier like in
Lost In The Cosmos
. “No desire to fuck me?”
“Sex confuses, I seek clarity.”
“I seek creativity.” Cleo unbuttons Pete’s shirt.
He looks at her wistfully. “Once upon a time, I played baseball, basketball. I was an athlete.”
“Not to worry, help me off with my panties.” She sits down on the dining room table, lifts her legs for Pete to slide them over her hips. Without breaking eye contact, she shows off an irresistible full bush, surprising in an age of wax.
“I thought adult films require shaved pubes?”
“I grew mine back after my last movie. Carlos loved it, called it his private forest, I call it Precious.”
“Precious,” Pete whispers, “you’re beautiful.” How can a celibate geezer resist when his cock is straight as a rod? He looks at Cleo wistfully. “I’m sixty three years old and not in your league, probably never was.”
Her tongue traces the shaft of his penis. “This can be a one time thing.”
“An ice breaker.”
“Exactly.”
“You’re probably a fantasy and this isn’t happening.”
Her juicy lips make a perfect O as they encircle him.
It’s happening all right. Pete needs to slow things down because when she starts sucking his cock things happen way too fast. Get a grip, you don’t want to come. Her mouth is wet, her throat deep. Slow down, don’t come. Her tongue is a slithering snake. Please don’t come. A tremendous force builds inside him. Don’t come. It feels so good. Don’t come. So good! Don’t! So, so good! Don’t come! Of course he does, after all he hasn’t been with a woman in three years, then suddenly a world class blowjob. Still, he feels adolescent losing control so quickly. “Sorry.”
“We’re writing partners, not lovers, don’t sweat it. You’re not the first guy I’ve done who prematurely ejaculated.” She takes a swig of beer.
“No big deal for you, but I feel like an idiot. I never got inside you.”
“So technically you’re still celibate and on the path to Nirvana.”
“You think?”
She nods wisely, sits back and starts to finger herself. “Want to watch me masturbate?”
“What did you call your pussy?”
“Precious.”
“May I have a closer view?”
“Precious loves attention.” Cleo runs her fingers through his hair, taking pleasure in an older man’s cunnilinguistic skills. She comes easily, but it’s a mere warm up. Pete brings her on again, more intensely this time, loving her taste, a mixture of raspberry,
“I have major problems I’m trying to deal with.”
“In the dark?” She turns on the light, stares at him myopically.
Why does she have to wear that that fucking boatneck? And her gap tooth smile is getting to him. “I’m starving,”
She follows Pete downstairs. “Are we ever going to work?”
“Tomorrow.” Pete eats a banana in three quick bites, grabs a handful of almonds from a jar and cracks open a Corona.
“You are avoiding me, admit it.”
“Don’t force the creative process.”
“Pete, it’s obvious we’ll never get anywhere on this project unless we get past this sexual barrier you’ve created.”
“Me create what? You said let’s keep it creative; I said no problem, I’m celibate.”
“I say let’s fuck and move on.” She pulls off her top. Her breasts are not huge but they have a lot of personality especially the nipples. “Is Petey wondering if I had a boob job?” She guides his hands to them. “A man with your experience should know.”
Pete’s heart beats faster. He cups them lovingly. “I don’t like the word boob, it means stupid. I prefer melons, but any ripe fruit will do. In my humble opinion, yours are peaches.”
“Will you supply the cream?”
“Cleo, for three years I’ve traded desire for consciousness.”
“So why are you squeezing my nipples?”
“My fingers operate of their own volition.”
“Is that why you have a hard on?”
“Possibly.”
Her voice subtly changes, becomes huskier like in
Lost In The Cosmos
. “No desire to fuck me?”
“Sex confuses, I seek clarity.”
“I seek creativity.” Cleo unbuttons Pete’s shirt.
He looks at her wistfully. “Once upon a time, I played baseball, basketball. I was an athlete.”
“Not to worry, help me off with my panties.” She sits down on the dining room table, lifts her legs for Pete to slide them over her hips. Without breaking eye contact, she shows off an irresistible full bush, surprising in an age of wax.
“I thought adult films require shaved pubes?”
“I grew mine back after my last movie. Carlos loved it, called it his private forest, I call it Precious.”
“Precious,” Pete whispers, “you’re beautiful.” How can a celibate geezer resist when his cock is straight as a rod? He looks at Cleo wistfully. “I’m sixty three years old and not in your league, probably never was.”
Her tongue traces the shaft of his penis. “This can be a one time thing.”
“An ice breaker.”
“Exactly.”
“You’re probably a fantasy and this isn’t happening.”
Her juicy lips make a perfect O as they encircle him.
It’s happening all right. Pete needs to slow things down because when she starts sucking his cock things happen way too fast. Get a grip, you don’t want to come. Her mouth is wet, her throat deep. Slow down, don’t come. Her tongue is a slithering snake. Please don’t come. A tremendous force builds inside him. Don’t come. It feels so good. Don’t come. So good! Don’t! So, so good! Don’t come! Of course he does, after all he hasn’t been with a woman in three years, then suddenly a world class blowjob. Still, he feels adolescent losing control so quickly. “Sorry.”
“We’re writing partners, not lovers, don’t sweat it. You’re not the first guy I’ve done who prematurely ejaculated.” She takes a swig of beer.
“No big deal for you, but I feel like an idiot. I never got inside you.”
“So technically you’re still celibate and on the path to Nirvana.”
“You think?”
She nods wisely, sits back and starts to finger herself. “Want to watch me masturbate?”
“What did you call your pussy?”
“Precious.”
“May I have a closer view?”
“Precious loves attention.” Cleo runs her fingers through his hair, taking pleasure in an older man’s cunnilinguistic skills. She comes easily, but it’s a mere warm up. Pete brings her on again, more intensely this time, loving her taste, a mixture of raspberry,
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