Down for the Carnal Count

[DLL]

The music that came on was slow and sensual. All the songs on the CD were picked just for her and she listened and smiled.She sashayed over to him..One dance? she asked. He was about to say no, but just then, she smiled seductively. "Okay," he said in that great voice she loved so much. One dance. Just one.
As the songs played on, she sank into his muscular arms. I've never gotten swept away like this before ..with anyone and planted a kiss on his neck.Desire spread like wildfire over his body. Even as he thought NO more his mouth brushed against her lips. It was impossible to ignore their lust. Soon they fell onto the couch ,and she crushed her lips to his, heat and tension coiling inside her. She ripped off his shirt and stroked his chisled abs. He took off her camisole. No words were able to come off her lips..his eyes glittering while he caressed her breasts.His tongue flicked over one nipple and then the other before his mouth curled around its hardened tip. She gasped as he licked and nibbled, then withdrew. Over and over,until she couldn't bear the sweet torture. She pulled him above her and writhed on the couch, delirious with anticipation. He grabbed the hem of her skirt and tugged it off, then raised her thighs as he slipped her stockings and panties down her legs. He placed his fingers where she desired it most, and she moaned his name. Now she breathed ready for more. He slipped off his levis and boxers, revealing his hard cock. He positioned himself between her legs and playfully pinned her down. Opening herself wider to him, she pressed closer. Once he was inside her, the pleasure was almost too much to bear. He pumped into her as she gritted her teeth and held on for the ride. They moved like this for a while, their bodies perfectly in sync. And when she tumbled over the edge at last, a cry escaped her. He drove into her one final time, shouting out her name.
Excuse me ,Miss want a refill?...Almost forgetting where she was she smiled and looked up at the bartender..Yes please, excuse me I was just day dreaming...

 

[argentSS]

I'd been sitting nursing my Bookers for almost a half hour. The bar's only saving grace was that the Bookers was relatively inexpensive here and it was quiet. John, the bartender, knew me and knew that I wanted my bourbon in a brandy snifter to enjoy its mellow fire by taste, look, and smell.

Looking up from the hypnotic amber swirling in my glass, I noticed the most stunning woman this bar had seen in many months. The smile on her face was so very wistful that I knew that the thought of something ... or someone ... was taking all her attention from the dismal bar we were in.

I saw her shake as if from a sudden chill as the bartender, after waiting long moments also quietly watching her, finally asked her for a refill.

I wished that I had offered to buy her that drink, but she seemed so taken with whatever it was she was thinking of, that I didn't wish to interrupt her in the least. Yet, I realized that maybe it wasn't too late.

As if to sit near her, I moved from my booth near to her and quietly asked "Miss, if it's ok, I'd like to buy you that refill. Your smile while you were sitting there thinking was so very beautiful that it has lit up my day. Whatever it was that you were enjoying in your thoughts, I hope that your thoughts are always so happy. May I sit here?"

 

[DLL]

I'd been sitting nursing my Bookers for almost a half hour. The bar's only saving grace was that the Bookers was relatively inexpensive here and it was quiet. John, the bartender, knew me and knew that I wanted my bourbon in a brandy snifter to enjoy its mellow fire by taste, look, and smell.

Looking up from the hypnotic amber swirling in my glass, I noticed the most stunning woman this bar had seen in many months. The smile on her face was so very wistful that I knew that the thought of something ... or someone ... was taking all her attention from the dismal bar we were in.

I saw her shake as if from a sudden chill as the bartender, after waiting long moments also quietly watching her, finally asked her for a refill.

I wished that I had offered to buy her that drink, but she seemed so taken with whatever it was she was thinking of, that I didn't wish to interrupt her in the least. Yet, I realized that maybe it wasn't too late.

As if to sit near her, I moved from my booth near to her and quietly asked "Miss, if it's ok, I'd like to buy you that refill. Your smile while you were sitting there thinking was so very beautiful that it has lit up my day. Whatever it was that you were enjoying in your thoughts, I hope that your thoughts are always so happy. May I sit here?"

Smiling almost embarrased I answered the bartender with a simple nod of head..and notice a well dressed man maybe early 50's offering to buy my refill...He seemed to have read every naughty thought I was just having and I really needed a cool splash of water instead of that drink...
I smile at him noticing his rugged good looks and look to see if there is any wedding ring on his finger...I make up an excuse about my day dreaming..oh what a day I had crazy meeting was just reviewing it as I unwind..you know the type of day..Knowing he wasnt buying that for a second..thanking him for the drink I ask him the stupidest line I ever uttered..so come here often?? We both just laughed at it and he answered saying he likes the Bourban and knows the bartender well and he slides him doubles.. I realize I havent introduced myself..Oh I am so sorry extending my hand...Ferris its a pleasure meeting you...

 

[argentSS]

Taking her hand, chuckling at her line, a line I had used myself, 25 years ago, and rejected for its lack or response, I sat down.

"By your smile, by the wistful, almost ... ecstatic ... look on your face, that must have been SOME crazy meeting! My name is Wade, Ferris. I'm very happy to meet you."

"Ferris? An unusual name. Only time I've ever heard it is in conjunction with a university in Michigan, I think."

Ferris's smile now was warm as she looked over at me between sips of her drink. As I thought when I first saw her, there was a blush on her cheeks, even further down her neck and disappearing into the rise of her breasts as they were hidden by her sweater. The blush faded as I sat down, but I hoped this was not the last I would see of it this evening.

"I'm trying to imagine a meeting that would make me smile like that as I was re-living it. May I ask business you are in? I'm a professor of history here at the u. My area of interest is the Victorian era in England, the "underside" of its history, actually."

 

[DLL]

Taking her hand, chuckling at her line, a line I had used myself, 25 years ago, and rejected for its lack or response, I sat down.

"By your smile, by the wistful, almost ... ecstatic ... look on your face, that must have been SOME crazy meeting! My name is Wade, Ferris. I'm very happy to meet you."

"Ferris? An unusual name. Only time I've ever heard it is in conjunction with a university in Michigan, I think."

Ferris's smile now was warm as she looked over at me between sips of her drink. As I thought when I first saw her, there was a blush on her cheeks, even further down her neck and disappearing into the rise of her breasts as they were hidden by her sweater. The blush faded as I sat down, but I hoped this was not the last I would see of it this evening.

"I'm trying to imagine a meeting that would make me smile like that as I was re-living it. May I ask business you are in? I'm a professor of history here at the u. My area of interest is the Victorian era in England, the "underside" of its history, actually."

"A professor huh??Thats very cool...When I was in college I once had a big crush on one of my professors.." thinking to myself I bet he must have that problem with some of his students.. Our eyes locked and he smiled and I couldn't help thinking maybe its about time to enroll in a history class.."Victorian England sounds very romantic..I would love to hear about the underside of it"..The music was loud and I leaned in a bit closer to talk and as I did our thighs brushed against one anothers...I was about to pull away a bit when he slid his hand onto my thigh and squeezed it... I could feel goosebumps immediately when he touched me..I felt like a schoolgirl..I almost was lost for words...
Blushing again I took a long sip of my drink...realizing I havent said what I do I went to say I was a lawyer...His hand never leaving my thigh...We continued to talk like we knew one another our whole lives..effortless conversation some lawyer jokes followed by old school teacher ones... The bartender whispered something to Wade and he just smiled broader.....

 

[argentSS]

"I have had a few students with a crush in the past. I'm afraid, however, that those crushes go ... unrequited. The danger of getting in serious trouble with a student are just too great. And, believe me, there are few jobs available OUTSIDE academia for anyone who really knows little of the workaday world outside of Victorian England!"

"I've had the notes from students, male AND female, offering vague 'favors' for a passing grade. Some have been more explicit. Young women in the front row with short skirts and no panties, doing all they can to show themselves in what they consider their best light. One even had 'This for you' written on her inner right thigh once, with 'A for me' on the left side. I once had a young woman write a short story (actually a quite good one) at a site called "literotica" and sent the URL to me. The subject of the story was a liaison between a professor and a student, and I must confess that she was so good a writer (and her imagination so very, very vivid) that I have never been closer to succumbing to desires that are definitely a part of my being."

My hand, which she had not removed from her thigh, squeezed a bit at that last comment. I watched her carefully, noting not revulsion but ... contemplation? wistful,wishful thinking? when I told her these stories. Wade could see the attraction that was building between us, and he leaned over and whispered in my ear "Doc? I've got a little something of our stuff I could slip in her drink if you'd like." I shook my head slightly at Wade, knowing the substance he was suggesting, and turned my full attention back to Ferris.

"Ferris? Did you know that ... electric massagers ... were invited by Victorian doctors? Would you like to hear that story?"

Her smile was knowing, and when her head nodded, I began a private lecture that went a bit more in depth than I could ever get to in an undergraduate class. "Women came to doctors during the Victorian age with a lot of vague, hard-to-describe ailments. 'The Vapors.' 'Malaise.' 'Inability to concentrate.' The doctors knew that a large part of the problem was that many Victorian women thought that ... enjoying ... the sexual act was sinful. 'Lie back and think of the Empire' was not just a slogan."

I looked over at Ferris, my hand on her thigh now just a little further from the knee than before, and asked "You don't mind the subject of this conversation, do you?" When she shook her head no, I continued. "At this time some very, very large 'internal cleanliness' apparati were sold. Although not a particularly healthful practice, we now know, this did seem to help some of those vague ailments. With the advent of electricity, some enterprising doctors with a mechanical bent devised hand-held devices for more direct 'therapy.' Advertised as 'facial massagers' or vaguely to 'alleviate muscle congestion,' these devices certainly did heighten, and then drastically relieve, vascular congestion in a very specific portion of the body.

"Some other doctors approached the problem differently. They saw that the brief marital encounters were not satisfying to the women, so they experimented with drugs that would enhance that experience to the point that when a woman took her 'dose' dutifully with her supper, the tension would build so steadily during the evening that an encounter later would be quite ... pleasurable ... for all involved. By couching the instructions in the form of a 'prescription,' the guilt that was otherwise a part of the woman's response to the efforts (often futile, to be honest) of their husbands was quite overcome."

"In fact, Wade, here (did I tell you he's a graduate Biochem major?) just offered to slip a little of such a potion into your drink, without your knowledge. You see, he and I have been experimenting with an old formula I found for just such a 'prescription.' I'm not interested in tricking you, Ferris. Frankly, I find you attractive. Very attractive. The last thing I'd do was to even consider such an action with someone I would like to get to know a lot better. I'd only offer something like that to someone who knew what she was doing, and wanted to be a part of it. Maybe, as you are a lawyer, I could even get you to write up a consent form? No! Just kidding!

And, for that matter, the women who I have given me the honor of their time in the past, without even my knowledge then that such a 'prescription' existed, or the thought of sharing it with them, were still quite happy with our time together. Some enjoyed my collection of Victoriana -- others enjoyed our time without any of those outside ... distractions."

My hand now was at that point where the swell of her thigh began to dip back to accommodate her more sensitive area, the area no proper Victorian lady would ever think of touching herself, nor let her lover touch for any purpose but his 'beastly needs' or to secure procreation.

"Ferris, I may be wrong, but I don't think you're very much of a Victorian lady, are you? That look on your face a few minutes ago, the flush I saw then and see again now on your cheeks and neck and lower was very close to what was often described to those Victorian doctors as the 'vapors.' Ferris, I think you know quite well how to alleviate those symptoms. My doctorate is not medical, but I'd very much like to treat you."