“All right,” Jimmy decided on the moment. If she wanted to prostitute herself, he wouldn’t stop her. The Aggie he wanted was a figment of his middle-aged imagination. Tonight he would settle for the look-alike. He turned back toward the elevator. “Tonight we’ll make up for lost time.”
When they arrived at the apartment, Jimmy was surprised when the woman walked straight into his library. By the time he caught up with her, she was running her hand along a row of seventeenth century leather bound books.
“Chaucer,” she intoned reverently.
He felt like that himself and smiled despite himself. She caught his eye and smiled back.
“I love your library. Do you have an original Samuel Johnson dictionary?”
“Yes,” he admitted, hope rising. She was beginning to sound like Aggie.
“I’ve been looking for one forever for my branch in Cincinnati. The closest I’ve found is an 1832 revised edition and I can’t afford even that.”
“You can buy a lot with a hundred twenty thousand dollars,” Jimmy reminded her.
She looked startled.
“I suppose I can,” she agreed. She turned with obvious reluctance from the books. She seemed to draw up courage with a deep breath. “But this isn’t what you’re paying me for, is it?”
Jimmy wanted to argue with her, to hold this fleeting glimpse of the woman he dreamed about here in the library where she might not try to escape. But she walked past him toward the bedroom as he stood rooted to the polished hardwood floor. One more test, he decided. The Aggie at lunch had told Richard she didn’t want to try discipline, while the one of the bedroom had seemed to enjoy it. He would see how the young woman entering his bedroom reacted to the threat of a spanking.
When Jimmy saw her standing mute beside his bed, he almost decided not to proceed, to instead woo her as a shy bride. But no, this woman had the hands of a pro.
“Take off your clothes,” he demanded, his voice harsher than he intended.
She jumped. Then she turned her back as she had the first night and began to remove her sweater and skirt. Her simple movements made no attempt to seduce him and Jimmy found himself bewitched all the more. When his fingers touched her back to unhook her bra, she stepped forward out of his reach and undid the fastening herself. Last, she slid her sheer silk panties to the floor. Jimmy wallowed in the sensuous curve of her hip, the delicate calves, even the arch of her slender neck. Still he didn’t touch her.
“Turn around,” he muttered, his voice hoarse.
“I can’t,” she admitted. She tried to laugh. “I’m sorry, but I really can’t.”
She had given Jimmy the perfect opening.
“I’ll spank you for your disobedience.”
Her reaction was all he could have imagined and more. She whirled toward him and almost caught him off guard with her fist as he gazed at her perfect beauty. He caught her wrist at the last moment. Then she wrenched back out of his grasp.
“You touch me and you’ll never touch anyone again,” she blazed.
Jimmy backed up and held out his hands placatingly.
“You liked it the other night,” he reminded her.
“I pretended to. You won’t touch me again.”
She stood with balled fists hugging her hips and Jimmy’s eyes were drawn to the thick thatch of auburn curls that nestled between her legs.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed out on a sigh.
The fight drained out of her as swiftly as it had arisen. She was a tsunami, dreadful in its force but quickly spent. Jimmy waited cautiously for the backwash. She looked into his eyes and suddenly laughed.
“You got what you wanted, didn’t you,” she chuckled. “I turned around.”
They stared at each other.
“Well, are you just going to look, are you going to get naked and have some fun?”
Jimmy didn’t need a second invitation. By some miracle, the enchanting woman he had met with his brother had finally returned. She stood naked before him and challenged him to love her. Jimmy stripped off his clothes under her watchful eye. He wished he had kept up his jogging. Her body was incredible and his was… well, a lot less than perfect. Still, she didn’t seem to mind. Her eyes grew large when he stripped off his underwear. His cock swayed full and ready, but her eyes remained riveted to his prize possessions.
“Would you like to touch?” he teased.
She took him up on his offer and hefted his balls in her hand.
“Impressive,” she commented. “Let’s see what you can do with them.”
Somehow her suggestive humor felt real to Jimmy, not professional. He picked her up and dumped her on the bed.
“Be careful what you wish for, strumpet.”
“Hoist the galliard!” she rejoined.
“I think you mean the petard, wench. The galliard is a dance.”
“Whatever,” she agreed and opened her arms and legs.
Jimmy fell down between her open legs and lowered himself above her.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Try me,” she smiled.
Jimmy pulled back in dismay and the woman frowned. He had almost forgotten to use a condom. She smiled as he pulled a reef of rubbers from the bedside drawer. As she unrolled one down his ripe cock with eager seduction, Jimmy groaned. His frustration eased as he again lowered himself above her.
“No preliminaries?” he asked. He didn’t want to rush her.
“Let’s eat dessert first,” she suggested.
Her hand found his straining cock and guided it toward her opening. His entry was sure and swift down her slick slope. He moaned and moisture sheened his eyes as he slid deep home. He looked down and saw echoing tears in her eyes.
“Aggie,” he whispered.
She nodded as a lone teardrop drifted down her cheek. Jimmy kissed the salty spot where it landed and then closed his eyes and relaxed into her soft depths. His Aggie lifted her legs and wrapped them tightly around him. Her hands found his shoulders and gripped him hard. Jimmy began slowly, giving her time to adjust to his pace. Her hips rose and fell with his movement and soon her vagina squeezed once, tentatively.
“Yes,” Jimmy groaned.
Aggie squeezed again. They soon found a pace that suited both and he rode her like a beloved racehorse, coaxing her gently with his cock and then spurring her with hard deep thrusts. Soon she began to make noise, half moan, half croon. The lullaby urged Jimmy on and he rode her faster and harder. She matched his pounding and her crooning became a cry of first release and Jimmy felt her vagina tighten and pulse around him. He was beyond conscious effort to hold back and he pounded vigorously unheeding into her throbbing cavity. Miraculously she screamed out just as he came and his moan mingled with her cry and he felt their hearts entwine.
“You’re mine, Aggie,” he groaned into her ear. “Mine.”
“Yes,” she gasped.
Jimmy felt his cock begin to wilt. He expected to be disappointed but felt instead only blessed relief. This is what he had needed, this is what he had striven for again and again. This perfect joining of soul touching soul. He felt completed and the driving urge to mindlessly copulate over and over abated with his exhaled breath. He lay still atop her then shifted so that his weight eased off her slender frame.
“Don’t go yet,” she gasped. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Jimmy pulled her so that they lay on their sides, still joined. He smoothed back her damp hair and kissed her forehead. He didn’t need to ask if she had come, didn’t need to wonder whether she felt as incredible as he did. He knew. Finally his limp cock slipped out of her and they rolled apart. Her fingers found his and they lay back, side by side holding hands, replete.
Eventually she roused herself and slid from the bed. She eased the condom off his spent cock. A few moments later he heard the toilet flush and then the running water of a shower. Did he have the energy to join her? Jimmy pictured Aggie’s naked wet body under the hot spray and his cock raised its head. He had the energy. They washed and teased and fondled and aroused in the misty heat then returned still dripping to the bed.