Giggling, she took his hand and led him through her rather imperious looking foyer. "I was rather hoping you'd head for the tubs," she said. "But first, you must promise to come out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel, which I will slowly unravel and then massage you all over, Japanese style…"
"Oh?" he said, scrutinizing her more closely.
"No, I'm not Japanese," she told him. "But I have an Oriental girl-friend who provides that service, among others."
"Ahh, then you're a professional masseuse," he said. But even as he spoke, he knew that no masseuse could afford an apartment as elegant and tasteful as this.
She smiled quizically at him. "You can't really be as naive as you sound, David, unless you've had some recent brain damage. Which would be just my luck! Whenever I meet a guy who meets all my requirements tall, luscious and happily-hung-it usually turns out there's something missing upstairs…"
David decided to laugh this off too. So she was independently wealthy; why should he either care or pry? She was there, he was there, and contact! "Hell, honey, I don't want to play 'what's-my-line' with you. So maybe you take in washing, it's none of my business…"
She laughed and pulled him down to her for a tasty, lingering kiss. David giddily licking away all traces of her tart-flavored lipstick, his hands palming those pendulous orbs once more. "All right. David, so you're tall, luscious, happily-hung, and brainy! Which means, doll, that you'll be at the head of my priority-list whenever I have an opening…"
"You sound like one of our personnel-directors at work," he grinned at her.
She gave him a shrewd, up-and-down appraisal. "You work in an office-right?"
He sighed wearily and nodded. "All-Planet Insurance," he said; and immediately wondered why he'd volunteered that information. Since he wasn't plying her with personal questions, why had he been so willing to let her do the same?
"And… you've been an awfully good boy for the best part of your life," she went on.
Laughing, he pulled her close again, swooping down and kissing the soft silky flesh of her throat… "What are you, a soothsayer, a mystic?"
Chuckling, she cupped his face and raised his mouth to hers, nibbling at him as she spoke. "Extra-sensual perception, David. I learned it all back East. Public Relations… remember? Now. follow me to the bathroom. I want to see you thoroughly stripped under fluorescent lighting, which is the real moment of truth for any commodity…"
Obediently, David let her lead him across the expanse of her living-room, beginning to feel like something Sears-Roebuck had shipped to her on approval. A commodity? If that's what he was to her, she certainly had a unique way of fingering the merchandise when she went shopping-if it squirts, buy it!
The bathroom was large, ornate, and elaborately feminine. She insisted on peeling off his trousers herself, and David decided that, like Joyce Grogan, she either had a zipper-fetish, or this was just another variation of normal nympho-procedure. He chose the latter supposition and warmed up to it considerably as he felt her tugging fingers unfolding his privates for the second time that day.
"Why do I get the feeling I'm being auditioned?" he asked her.
"Because every man with a wang like yours has a bit of the 'ham' in him," she replied. "Now stand still, you latent exhibitionist… I think you're headed for the big-time."
"How can I stand still when your fingers are… where they are…?
David felt the fresh, humid rising between his legs as she slowly pulled his damp briefs down around his hips and buttocks, his member springing plumply in her direction… "Oooh, that's a yummy article!" she said, fingering it almost clinically from tip to base. "Not only proportion-wise, but there's also a rather 'huggable' quality to it, and it's very rare when the really big ones can look this affectionate…"
… An entrancing little silver-blonde minx calling his prick "affectionate!" David never realized how quickly a few lustfully chosen words could build an erection, but up it went again and saluted her expansively…
"… Lovely!" was her critique, and she moved several feet away, as if to view all of him in fresh perspective. "And with a face and shoulders like that, too! Oh sweetie, you'll be a star in no time. They'll all be clamoring for your favors…"
"Who the hell are we talking about?" he asked, taking off his shirt and tie and now standing there totally nude, as she stared and appraised.
"We're talking about the lonely ones, David! People who don't know what a wasteful, hoarded-up existence you've led until now, for you have all the hesitant, frightened burning fevers of a boy of fifteen, which is a dead giveaway for a man your age. Of course, lovely Viking-Rods like yours are positively ageless, but how old are you, darling?"
"An adolescent twenty-seven, I guess," he said, watching as she approached him again, then gasping as she lightly fondled his thickening tool, her fingers seeming to be measuring it for a fitting, or, perhaps, for some future reference. Then, unexpectedly, she backed away again. "Stand very straight, David," she ordered him. "Take a deep breathe and expand that smooth and husky chest. Keep your arms out at your sides… yes, like that. Now don't move!"
With a nervous chuckle, he did as she asked, his swelling cock feeling as self-conscious as a teen-aged girl with a weight problem, while Valerie scurried about in her bedroom for a moment, and then returned. A second later he saw a little flash and heard something click, and knew he'd just been photographed.
"I can't believe you've never modelled, David!" she said, and before he could protest, she clicked her little Instamatic once more.
"Well, I haven't, dammit!" he said. "Now what is all this?"
"Just one of my many fun-hobbies, darling, we'll talk about it later. You take your shower now and come back to the living-room. I'll have everything set up. It'll be a performance in-the-round, of course, and I much prefer the proscenium stage. But we shall have to make do."
She scampered quickly back to the bathroom and knelt gracefully before him. David drew in his breath and felt positive he was about to get his first full-fledged blowjob by a real girl. But with a whimsical smile on her face, Valerie bypassed his sturdy weapon and gently cradled his hefty balls in the palm of her hand, pressing her lips briefly against each sphere, murmuring, "The dears!" Then let them droop and scooted away again, lisping: "You still taste of what I coaxed out of you before, and while it's true such leavings can be a maddening aphrodisiac, I'd rather cook up something new…"
And abandoned him like that, standing, throbbing and wondering. Although it was a fierce and stinging needle-shower, David's suspense-filled plunger stood at stiff attention all through it.
When he found his way back to the living-room a few moments later, David was stunned to see Valerie living spread-eagled and nude on a mammoth white Australian sheep-rug. Suspended from the ceiling was a huge Klieg-light, the type usually found in theaters or TV studios. It beamed in a bright downward arc, aiming a glaring spotlight directly on the girl's lush, entreating body.
David ran his tongue over his lips and gaped at this visual banquet. feeling too awed and spent to find any words. He'd never expected to see a naked girl under such a light as this, so conditioned had he become to the shadows of Linda's limitations. Silently, he walked closer and closer to the girl, his eyes rapt and beaming with discovery… all that fully-illuminated woman-flesh, offering itself up to him like a big scoop of whipped-cream in a ivory casserole… and oh, look at that hot bouncy baby… in the round and so damned appropriate, since everything on her was round… a ripe and quivering bouquet of yeasty, tempting blossoms. As he moved, be felt his cock hardening and growing, until its billowing thrust knocked off the towel he'd wrapped around his body. Remembering that she'd wanted to remove this herself, David picked it up and put it on again, but again it fell off.