"Tell me I'm unforgettable, David… I love that word," she said, watching his eyes and softly panting groaning mouth as she worked on him.
"You're… oooh!.. unforgettable," he muttered, suddenly hating and adoring her for what she was putting him through… standing here at this tipmost point of his first public climax. Had he ever known a moment so shattering and beautiful?… Unnnn!..Right on the crest of the flood and it felt so Goddamned wildly naughty and glorious David had to close his eyes and sigh and gulp and not care who saw or detected this foamy crescendo she was building and molding and pumping inside his pants, his muscles now aching like hell just from holding back all those streams… his habitual warning-juices spurting out more danger-signals with each caressing stroke. Aw damn her, how could he let it happen like this? How could he hold back the gasps and moans or keep his knees from giving way? Because postponing it was only making it hotter down there, which meant he'd probably shoot right up to the ceiling… big spray of man-juice fallin' in everybody's Irish Coffee…
He decided on another small cry for help: "Hey… I can't keep it from coming unless you stop right now…!"
"Kiss me when you come, David," she said, and looked utterly delighted by his uptight sensual agony. "Kisses are perfectly acceptable here, and that way you can even lean on me a little, in case you feel a little infirm…"
Christ, that meant it was gonna happen. Oh David, she's got you by the balls, so dammit, you've gotta let go and empty 'em both!.. yeah, right here and now… (Hey look, all you pretty psyched-out swingers!.. get a load 'a me!)… He let his eyes drop down between her plunging bodice again, felt the snuggling heat of her body, his cock feeling all floaty and wetter and hotter as she jagged it… as he nudged in closer to her and tried to speak… "Aw Valerie, listen, we can't… we shouldn't… oooh boy!.. honey… oh honey, it's gonna blow… and I'm dyin' here in front of all these witnesses… oooh dyin'!.. watch it… ahhhhh!"
"Kiss me now so I can gag up all those horny sounds!" she ordered him. Quickly, David lowered his face to hers and let her lips stop his erratic whimpers… resting his weight on her a little bit as he relinquished and let flow and… ooooh!.. sighed and shot it all… thudding gushing wads of the stuff, full and spraying inside his bombed-out briefs… and he knew at once that it was the most powerful orgasm he'd ever had in his life. And thought that possibly the thrill-danger of getting arrested was the same sexual pull for all criminals… whew!.. with his mouth still glued to hers as he wondered how the excitement of getting "caught" for committing an act of pure hedonism could make a guy spout out the fullest prime-grade load of his career… still keeping his mouth down on hers until the last echoing sperm-tears drained out of him. And damn if her little fingers didn't stay right down in there with the whirlpool she'd so obsessively created, aw, the chick dirty girl, wading barefingered in his spent privates… idyllic caprice…
"I think I'm in love with you," she said, as he finally lifted his lips from hers, "just because of the desperate way you kiss a girl when you come in public."
Breathlessly, he gazed down at her, feeling deflated, peeled and exposed but still fascinated by what they'd done. "I think I'll have you locked up and put away for my own protection," he said. Then added: "In about fifty years." Her eyes met his and suddenly they were laughing fitfully together, their faces flushed and perspiring with the shared joy of a couple of trailblazing pioneers. "But hell, what do we do now?" he said. "Swim out of here, or ask the manager to lend us a surfboard?"
"Press in closer," she said sensibly, which he did. She reached into her purse, a shoulder-strap model, and pulled out a hanky. This she shoved inside his briefs. "Now, we'll just zip you up and let it blot. That should stem the tide long enough to get us out of here." And then in a louder voice: "My, but it's hot in here!" After which she slipped out of her thin, but full-length coat and handed it to him. "Will you hold that for me please?" Which David did, draping it over his arm and letting it hang in front of him, while she left the hanky clogged-in where it was and zipped him up again, whispering: "It hasn't gone down very much, David…"
"Ah, you're a cruel and evil bitch," he said with a tired and helpless laugh.
"You're so right, darling! Now let's go over to my cute condominium and really get acquainted. There's an awful lot about you I feel I could use, David. I have a sixth sense about things like that…"
David wondered how she'd meant the word "use," and in exactly what context, as they edged their way through the mob. He also recalled his plans to give her a physical and realized that she'd beat him to it. Another aggressive female? Oh no! Look how diminutive and petite she is…
"David, quick… look over there!" she said, as they passed a couple who, at first glance, seemed only to be frantically necking. But now that David's eyes had been trained towards other areas, he noticed the girl's arm lowered between the two bodies and saw that she was quite definitely, and rather clumsily, jerking the man off.
"But my God, they're so obvious about it!" he exclaimed. "Look at her elbow go!"
"And you see, nobody cares or stares, David! What did I tell you? It's the lewd tension of these times, darling… It's the Pepsi-Generation wherever you go… It's where it's at!"
Laughing, he glanced down at her, drinking in her striking, elfin beauty, utterly enchanted by the lithe vivacious movements of her body as she walked. "Honey, you've turned a rather sticky situation into a fairly graceful interlude, did you know that?"
"Purely a public relations gambit," she giggled. "I was taught by experts."
Outside they nailed a cab, and as the driver whisked them away to Russian Hill, David pressed her pretty tweed coat tightly between his legs. He felt a little soggy, but tranquil, as thus he began his full descent into a bit of fluff and bondage called Valerie Hudson.
ELEVEN
After one glance at Valerie's sumptuous apartment that afternoon, David felt sure he'd hooked himself another heiress, although this girl undoubtedly possessed as much talent as she did capital. She lived in a salon-sized tower penthouse that boasted a spectacular Bay-view and a scattered preponderance of French Provincial furniture, the total effect being much more French than it was provincial. With the exception of an enormous sliding-glass panel that overlooked her terrace, all the walls in her massive living room were dramatically draped, giving it the look of a new-style art-film theater. The drapery-fetish was great for acoustics, thought David, but all that yardgoods could also be hiding a or with her appetites, maybe pornographic life-size multitude of secrets-like wall-to-wall wall-safes, or, murals…
At the door, she meekly gave him her key. He fumbled clumsily with the lock until finally they were inside, and without a word, David seized her in his arms, at last satisfying his curiosity regarding the girl's biological accoutrements. He held her and kissed her until they both struggled for breath, his hands touring all over her full and compact body… pinching here, cupping there and grabbing everywhere. She opened her mouth to say ouch! and take in some air, but his tongue slid in and silenced her… as inwardly David rejoiced at finding this truly genuine article, an all-girl cast of members that was just aching to be reassembled and spread and toyed with. She was a little one, but all her parts were there, and he could go on identifying them for hours. Except that his thighs were beginning to feel encrusted from the dregs of his recent explosion, so he asked if he could take a shower.