Every Man's Fantasy Ch. 06

Her dress flopped to the floor and she stood naked in a shaft of sunlight, a sexy wood-nymph, pink and white in the grey-green forest, her long red-gold hair flowing over her shoulders, a bush of golden curls in a triangle between her belly and thighs. Pink lips and pink nipples. She was warm but felt a shiver of anticipation.

He flattened the ferns and guided her onto her back. She pulled him onto her and they lay together and kissed. When he felt she wanted more, he kissed down her body to her tits and worked on them, licking and sucking gently, keeping his touches light and loving.

Again, the tone of Annela's responses told him when she wanted more and he kissed down her belly to her mound, stroking her thighs and spreading them apart.

He started on her inner thighs, kissing down to her mound and then by-passing it to kiss her other thigh. He went back the other way, kissing her belly this time and letting his fingers gently explore her bush. She was warming up nicely. He saw a line glistening along her pink slit.

He kissed around her mound again and this time parted the hair to flick the tip of his tongue on her clitoris.

"Ooh!," she moaned. He did it again. She raised her knees and shifted her bottom but he declined the invitation to concentrate on her clit and pussy but went back to kissing her thighs. He worked from one thigh to the other again, spending time on her clit and dabbing his finger tip into the folds of her pussy, then withdrawing.

He performed the same routine again and again, licking and fingering for longer each time, drawing ever closer to tonguing her properly but always pulling back when she bucked or moaned.

Annela knew she had to be patient. Ezra could tease her like this for hours. But she was nicely worked up now. He could smell her arousal.

This time when he reached her clit, he didn't move on but licked in a pattern with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh, God!" she sighed. "Just like that. Just .. like ... that. ... Please, Darling, more!" She ended in a whimper.

Ezra pushed his forefinger into her wet snatch, held it flat and pulled downward.

"Oh, God!" she cried out and began to buck, trying to push her pelvis into his face, wanting more.

Ezra continued the same treatment, gradually licking her clit with faster, longer strokes, pushing his whole tongue into her slit, sucking her lips between his, and making a zigzag movement with his tongue, meanwhile feeling around in her vagina for the tightest muscles to stretch.

He stopped for a minute to frustrate her, then he repeated. She was squirming all the time now, more than ready to be fucked and, just as urgently, wanting to cum on his tongue and finger. He stopped and forced her to relax.

When he began again, she grabbed his head to keep his mouth in place and even tried to hold him with her feet on the back of his shoulders.

He gave her five more minutes of teasing then decided she deserved an orgasm. He attacked her clit with his tongue, lashing it from side to side and sucking it into his mouth to lash it more.

"Oh, God! Ezra," she cried again and her legs shook.

He pushed his finger back into her vagina with the tip turned up. He rubbed the sweet spot with a come-hither motion and she convulsed. The soft cushioned walls of her vagina kneaded his finger and tried to eject it. He continued rubbing.

She arched, and came, and arched again, soaking his tongue and finger.

"Oh, my God! Ezra. Oh, my God! Enough!"

"Enough!" she repeated in a whisper.

This was a genuine request. He stopped fingering her but left his tongue on her clit. She had a couple of aftershocks, where her muscles bunched and relaxed and a warm contentment spread to her legs and arms.

He let her calm down, gently caressing her belly and thighs, placing a few pecking kisses on her tits and neck. She opened her eyes, smiled and him and then grabbed him and held her to him in a powerful hug while the burst of joy ebbed slowly away.

He stripped off his clothes and lay on his back. She climbed on him, shuffled down his body and took his cock in her mouth. He was stiff and ready and she sucked him well, raising the tension quickly.

"That's wonderful, Darling," he said, a hand stroking her hair.

He relaxed back and tried not to let the beautiful sensation bring him off. He wanted to last a good time for her.

She cupped his balls and sucked sideways up and down his cock before taking the head into her mouth again, teasing him the way he teased her, with soft gentle sucking and delicate licks.

It was graceful and loving but he couldn't let her pleasure him for too long.

"It's time," he said and she gave a last suck before shuffling back up his body and squatting over him. A wriggle of her bottom and a guide from her hand and she had enveloped him in her pussy with a gasp and a sigh of satisfaction. Now she began to ride him, a slow circular movement with her hips, her body low against his, her tits rubbing on his chest.

As she grew in arousal she sat up more and picked up the pace, swivelling in a figure-of-eight. Ezra caressed her from waist to tits.

Now she was bucking her pelvis, in long strokes that pushed her clit onto his pubic bone.

Ezra took over when she got tired. He held her hips and thrust up at her, rocking her backward.

Rested and close to orgasm, she grabbed his hands to push herself up and then, leaning backward, her hands on his knees for support, they fucked together in rhythm, climbing to a mutual climax.

"Oh, my God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" she cried out.

Her eyes were shut, her back arched. She felt the tightness in her throat as the spasm began. There was a tingling from her strained erect nipples to her toes, which were stretched out, her calves stiff and aching. Then she came.

"Oh, my God!" she cried "... I love you, Ezra!"

Her legs shook and she pulled off him. Her squirt soaked his belly. She fell forward onto him and he held her.

"I love you, too, Darling," he said, his voice hoarse and tense.

She breathed heavily for a few seconds, positioned herself again and rammed his cock back into her. They pumped together quickly and again her thighs shook like elastic bands. Her spasm lasted a minute, hunching her back and draining her strength. Sweat stuck her hair to her cheeks and neck.

More squirt dribbled onto him as she pulled away. Lying on him, she used his warmth and strength as a crutch while her breathing settled.

She enveloped his cock one last time and they fucked to the finish. Ezra groaned. His hands gripped her waist hard, helping her move. His cock felt the strain of imminent ejaculation.

"Lean back more, Darling," he said.

She did so and he got the rub he wanted on the top of his cock. It sent her over the edge again and, as she convulsed, her vaginal walls tightened to massage his cock. It was enough. The throbbing in his cock began and he released, a joyful pulsing and relief from all strain.

He held her tight as she lay on him, recovering, breathing deeply, silent and fulfilled.

It took some time to come down from their peaks but, afterward, when they had rested, Ezra said:

"So, will you tell me what this is all about? I'm not complaining, mind, just curious."

"Sharne really is fine when she says she's fine."

Ezra looked blank for a minute, then he laughed.

"I've got her all wrong? I'm not surprised, I was never good at understanding female psychology."

"Never mind. I'm here to steer you right."

They lay quietly together for a bit, then Annela said:

"Ezra, tell me about the women you've known. We've never talked properly about your relationships, just a few stories here and there."

"True, but we've never really had time. It's a busy life, working, shagging and sleeping."

"Well, tell me now."

"I've not had many relationships, only two longer than a year, when I was young, plus some casual liaisons I'd rather not tell you about."

"Why not?"

"Well, because a prospector's life leaves no time for romantic attachments, even were it possible to meet normal women during brief stops at space-stations or lonely planets. Since I've been earning my living as a prospector, most of my sexual encounters have been short and, er, professional."

After a moment thinking, Annela understood.

"Are there no women prospectors?"

"Very few, though I admit, I did once spend some time with a woman prospector. I'll tell you that story. It was an adventure of a kind."

She got up to pull her clothes back on. Comfortable as a bed of ferns was, there were the occasional sharp points. He dressed as well. They lay back down and he began his story.

"After I left university, I was taken on as an assistant geologist by a prospecting company on Earth. I was learning to be a prospector, picking up skills in piloting and navigation. There's tons to learn, so my first two years were spent on relatively simple missions with experienced crews."

"Then, about fifteen years ago, a newly-opened hyperspace route made it possible to prospect an asteroid belt around a small star near Beta Auriga. It was a race to get to the system first. Galactic mining rights require landing on the asteroid and staking a claim by submitting an accurate survey to the authorities."

"My company had a lot of missions going on and there was a shortage of men, so I was assigned as the geologist to a new team. We were to go to the asteroid belt and stake as many claims as we could while the company rounded up the more-experienced men. The pilot and engineer were rookies, just like me, but the danger ought to have been small."

"However, my crew-mates were not just rookies: they were idiots. They'd gone out drinking and whoring the night before the launch and were too dazed to do their safety checks properly the next day. Sure enough, we suffered a mechanical failure just at the worst time."

"I'd gone down to the asteroid in a space-suit to take surface samples and plant explosives to make small craters and expose the core. When I got back to the ship, there was a malfunction and the air-lock jammed."

"Greg, the engineer, suited up and entered the air-lock from inside, trying to release the mechanism and open the door manually. He said it would take ten minutes. The charges were set to blow in thirty minutes and the ship needed to be a good distance away before then."

"I was wondering if I had time to go back and defuse the explosives, or would Greg get the door open in time? (Actually, I had plenty of time, but when you're on your own in space, under pressure, it's difficult to think clearly.)"

Annela nodded, showing real concern, though she knew the story had a happy ending.

"Just as I'd decided to return to the asteroid and defuse the explosives, I was pushed away from it by the wash from the retro-rockets of a space ship pulling up next to me.. The radio reception was full of crackles but I could make out a commanding voice with a thick Russian accent telling my ship to make its escape and that I would be picked up."

"A door slid open and I steered myself into the air-lock. As soon as I was inside and the outer door shut, I was thrown sideways against the wall as the ship accelerated away. Then the pressurization process began. A few minutes later, the seal on the inner door released a gasp of air and I could unlock my helmet and step out of the suit. I was damp with sweat but happy to breathe ship-air."

Annela was clearly enjoying the story and he tried to put in as many details as he could remember.

"When the inner door opened, I expected to see my rescuers but there was only one: a stocky Russian woman, aged about fifty, with short dark hair, large brown eyes and a nose like an eagle's beak. (Think of your chest of drawers, but with arms, legs, breasts and a head.) She held out her hand."

"'Welcome to Voskhod', she said. 'I am Tatiana. What name?'"

"Her English was heavily accented but understandable, despite the difficulties Russians have with English articles and pronouns."

(Here Ezra broke off to explain that he could not remember the exact words they spoke, so Annela would have to forgive him making them up just to keep the narrative moving.)

"I'm Ezra. Thanks for rescuing me."

"Your ship is faulty?"

"My crew are."

She laughed.

"The air-lock's broken."

"So I hear on radio. Luck for you I prospect same region, no?"

"Yes, lucky indeed."

"Indeed!" she repeated, smiling.

"You geologist too?"

"Yes."

"Then we work together!"

"I work for a prospecting company, Tatiana."

"I am the freelance. We get more surveys done if we work together. Your company and me, we share the claims."

(It made sense but I was far too junior to make any such decision. I needed to call my colleagues and get them to talk to the management. Tatiana pointed me to the communicator and I opened the channel. Greg answered.)

"We've got real problems, man," he said. "I can't open the air-lock. The whole circuit is fritzed and now the handle's bent. We can use the emergency escape hatch but, man, you're better off staying on the Russian ship. We'll wait for the rest of the group to come get us."

"All right. Good luck." (I had no sympathy. They could have stayed on board that last night running all their checks, as I had done.)

"What're the Russians like?"

"Only one Russian. A woman. She's beautiful."

"Fuck, Ezra! You're one lucky son-of-a-bitch!"

"Yes I am. Out."

(Tatiana had been listening. She slapped me on the back, hard.)

"I like you, Ezra. We make good team."

(Her ship was fully provisioned for a geological survey. I had to learn only the Cyrillic words on the instruments. We surveyed a dozen asteroids before the rest of the company flotilla arrived. The senior captain ratified our informal agreement and, when my old ship was fixed, sent the guys home, leaving Tatiana and me to finish our part of the survey on our own.)

(We stayed six months and I learned more about prospecting from Tatiana than from any other single person.)

"And what did she teach you about sex?" Annela asked.

"How do you know we had sex?"

"Because I know you, Ezra. As you told me, you don't pass up the opportunity."

"You're right. We had sex non-stop, except when we worked or were asleep. There was nothing else to do. ... So the first thing I learned was the stamina and appetite of middle-aged Russian women. And, in Tatiana's case, the complete absence of inhibitions."

"That makes sex better, does it?"

"Oh, yes! You can know all the techniques in the world and be an expert in the biology of sex but if you're too shy to ask for what you want, you're going to be frustrated. That was a valuable lesson to learn. The end-result was that we had an amazing connection. We seemed to understand each other's bodies perfectly, though I later realised it was all her doing."

"I'm sure it wasn't her alone," Annela said, thinking that she and Ezra had a pretty good connection themselves, which was surely due more to him than to her. "Anyway, go on with your story. Tell me what else she taught you."

"You know that trick where I make a vacuum on your pussy with my mouth and fingers to get blood to rush into your g-spot?"

"Oh, yes!"

"She taught me that."

"I thank her very much. What else?"

"She taught me about licking pussies. She said to keep trying different things until the woman shows what makes her happy; then keep doing that until she says 'stop' (and really means it)."

"Hmm!" she said, remembering.

"Also, warm the woman up before going for the clitoris by kissing around her pussy and into the gap between her pelvis and thigh."

"Yes, I like that. Tell me more."

"Take time because the longer you make a woman wait for it, the better it is for her. I'm not sure that's always true but Tatiana was one of those hyper-sensitive women who, once you got her to that place, could be kept on the edge of orgasm for hours with a little teasing or even just a finger laid flat and motionless on her clit. Then, when she came, it was volcanic."

Annela had snuggled down, lying on her side to face him. He had his hand under her shirt and gently held a breast.

"Volcanic, you say?"

"Yes."

"Hmm. It sounds to me she was trying to encourage you."

"She certainly was encouraging. A man feels amazing when he makes a woman lose herself in an intense orgasm."

"But didn't you tell me that some men need to feel that they are sexual experts and women sometimes pander to them because such men perform better when their egos are stroked?"

He laughed.

"You think she was only flattering me? She might have been, at first, but by the end I think she was genuine when she called me a 'wonderful lover'."

Annela had called him that herself.

"What else did she say about you?" she asked.

"She saw stars when we fucked."

"So do I."

"Sometimes it was fireworks."

"What are fireworks?"

"Something like exploding stars."

"Ooh! I saw those just now. ... Was there anything else she taught you?"

"Yes, she gave me some general advice about women. It sounded like traditional Russian sayings but I think they were her own ideas. It need not be true of all women."

"What did she say?"

"This is just about sex, you understand. She said: Never say 'please' to a woman. ... A man doesn't ask, he takes. ... In sex, as in dancing, a man leads, a woman follows. ... A woman wants to surrender to a man stronger than her, a man who takes possession. ... Hesitation is a turn-off. So is considering her feelings too much. ... Lots of stuff like that."

"This woman really said that?"

"I know what you mean. Tatiana was the most confident and capable woman I've ever met. One of the most successful prospectors of her day. With the exception of Mirselene, she was possibly the most formidable woman I've ever known. But she believed that a true woman wants to submit sexually to a man."

"She was right," Annela whispered.

"So it seems. And this was a woman who once floored a twenty-stone man with a single punch."

"God! Why did she do that?"

"It was to defend the honour of a prostitute."

"Tell me?"

"It was on Capella Spaceport. After three months, we had run low on provisions, so we went to re-stock, re-fuel and get some gravity (albeit artificial) under our feet."

"You also went to Capella Spaceport on your way here."

"You remember? Well, Tatiana and I went to a pub to relax. It was half-full and the best seats were taken, so we took stools by the bar. Tatiana introduced me to a couple of prospectors she knew but there was also a tough bunch of Russian men in the pub, the crew of a big freighter. They were drinking hard and were a little rowdy. Tatiana was getting irritated by them (they were giving her nation a bad name) but I didn't care much."

"There were also about six or seven 'entertainers' there. It's a euphemism that Tatiana refused to use. She called them 'prostitutes', almost spitting out the word, and turned her back on them. I kept looking, of course."

"Of course," Annela agreed.

"They were glamorous in their make-up and revealing dresses. Probably young (though it's hard to tell with rejuvenation therapy), they were very sexy. They talked to the men, asking if they wanted to be shown around the space-station or to go somewhere more private."

"One of the girls came over to talk to me. She was tall and curvy, aged about twenty, with dark red hair (much darker than yours) and soft green eyes. High cheek bones, a straight nose and a bow-shaped mouth. Very attractive."

"It sounds like you remember her perfectly, though it was fifteen years ago," Annela said with a smile.

"True, but I've seen her since. Her name's Hestia and, thanks to modern surgery, she still looks about twenty."

"All right," Annela said, indulgently, "go on."