The Hottest Fire Ch. 11

Chapter 11.Homecoming

When Barbara’s two weeks with the Bitch had expired Ludlow drove down to London to pick her up. They kissed inside the car; just a brief meeting of lips, the slightest flick of tongues together, tip to tip. Not much was said during the drive back up to University, they just quietly held hands as Ludlow drove the powerful Jag. It was almost as if they were meeting again after a long absence of many, many years. In some ways the gulf of their separation was just as vast.

For it was a more sophisticated and infinitely wiser Barbara who now sat next to Ludlow. She had received training in the use of weapons, clandestine communications, offensive driving; all the basic operational tactics, techniques and procedures of the secret agent, including, of course, advanced sexual techniques. She was still the same Barbara, still lithe and young, carefree and winsome in her mannerisms, but there was something in the way she now carried herself. A certain self-assuredness and confidence in her manner that bespoke volumes of a woman who truly knew herself, was comfortable with her body and with her sexuality. Although he had anticipated some slight adjustments in her character, Ludlow was fascinated with the subtle changes Barbara exhibited.

Once inside his apartment they kissed, longer this time, she holding his face in her hands as her tongue explored his mouth. His hands rested on her hips. Ludlow marvelled at how he had missed the tight curves of her body; her willing lips, her pillowy tits against his chest. He was already very stiff; as they kissed she ground her smouldering mound against his solid rod. Barbara’s hand travelled down to discover his cock at full length and hardening beneath her very fingertips.

“God I missed you,” she breathed as she gently stroked his hardening length, gave it a playful pinch. Jonathon moaned his approval, sucking on her tongue. Then Barbara broke the kiss. Looking into his eyes and smiling, she said, “not right away, lovey. Could we have a bite to eat, perhaps? Maybe a bath, perhaps? That bitch drove me into the fuckin’ ground, even on the last day!”

Ludlow raised an eyebrow at Barbara’s uncharacteristic use of crude language. She was beginning to show the hallmarks of a hardened professional. “But of course, love. You go hop into the bath and relax, I’ll put something together in the kitchen.” To this Barbara closed her eyes and delivered a quick kiss to his lips, then turned to leave the room, giving his hand a little squeeze.

“Love you, darling.”

“You too, sexpot.” When he called her this she laughed.

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Barbara was already awakening into a very sexual creature when Ludlow first met her; she now revelled in her abandon. As he had originally introduced her to different and exciting aspects of sex, she now sought to pleasure him in ways unique and original.

She intentionally left the door to the bathroom open so that he could observe her undressing, left the door to the shower stall ajar quite on purpose so that she could display her naked body. As Ludlow went about the place tidying up and preparing some refreshments he couldn’t help but notice Barbara leaning over, nude, in the shower. She was slowly rubbing a bar of soap up and down the crack of her ass. Quite aware he was watching, Barbara was afraid he’d put his neck out of joint. She turned to rinse her ass, then straightened up and cupped her tits, pinched her nipples beneath the jets of steamy water, pretending all the while to be quite unaware of his eyes upon her.

Ludlow attempted to regain his composure as he went about what he had intended to do in the first place, which was to put on some light classical music while he prepared their supper. He owned a large component stereo system, an older Bang and Ullfson number that included a regular turntable, practically an antique. When CD’s had come around Ludlow felt he couldn’t face starting all over again compiling a collection, so he kept all his old LP’s. Besides, he maintained that better fidelity was delivered from an analogue groove in vinyl, as long as the needle was replaced regularly, than in a series of one’s and zeroes embedded in a plastic CD and mathematically converted into sound through an electronic process. Ludlow shared this belief with an elite group of music connoisseurs who were able to acquire and maintain their stereophonic systems via a loose association of second hand stores that dealt in the long-obsolete albums and playing systems of the by-gone era.

By the time Barbara finished in the shower and was prowling around the flat clad in one of her customary skimpy white lace panty and bra combinations, Ludlow had finished in the kitchen and was placing dinner on the table. In anticipation of the evening’s activities he’d prepared a light repast; a goulash, some French bread and a bottle of wine. Just enough for refreshment, not enough to load them down with food. The buoyant strains of Beethoven on low volume filled the background, piping in from his concert-quality speaker arrangement.

They ate quietly, simply taking pleasure in each other’s company after their two-week absence. Ludlow enjoyed the sight of Barbara sitting across the table in nothing but her underwear, the rounded tops of her breasts practically bursting out of the lace trimmed cups of her push-up bra. A black velvet ribbon tied about her neck as a choker seemed to give her body the appearance of being gift-wrapped. With her long hair tied up, the black velvet choker allowed Ludlow to more fully appreciate the beauty of her neck. As she looked at him over the blue-tinted lenses of her wire-framed granny glasses, a smile playing on her lips, it occurred to him that Barbara seemed to have achieved a sort of classic beauty that amplified her sexuality a thousand fold. Even the simple sight of her pursing her red lips to sip the Beaujolais from her glass seemed an erotically charged vision.

Suddenly, a stream of images floated across Ludlow’s consciousness. He could not help but have fleeting thoughts of past relationships, the bedroom antics of other women he had loved; thinking of them he marvelled at how Barbara seemed to surpass each and every one of them in so many ways.

There was Theresa, the Spanish flamenco dancer he’d carried on with a few years ago in Barcelona. A long, slim Latin beauty with a head full of raven-coloured hair that fell down about her shoulders, olive-hued skin, a narrow strip of jet-black fur over her pussy, wide hips just made for fucking and a set of legs that seemed to automatically wrap around his midsection at the earliest possible opportunity. The woman was remarkable; she loved to fuck in every way imaginable, every position that Ludlow knew of and even a few he had never thought possible. They even did it upside down in the shower. The trouble with Theresa was that not only did she love to fuck; she loved to fuck everyone. Ludlow was certainly open-minded enough to handle a certain degree of free love. He tolerated her affair with the bullfighter, he tolerated her fling with the group of rock musicians, and naturally he had no complaints when she shared her lesbian lovers with him.

Theresa’s adventurous sexual appetite was not such a bad thing; she arranged for Ludlow to attend a group event with her entire dance troupe. As the only male in an otherwise all-lesbian orgy he had enjoyed the phenomenal pleasure of being present while fifteen women, in various stages of undress, engaged in every imaginable sexual variation that is possible between women. The spectacle of all those beautiful women’s breasts, all of their round hips, arms and legs intertwined, mouths on mouths, red lips on red lips, on nipples, women’s faces buried in other women’s pussies; all the while having his cock and balls attended to by the willing lips and tongues of two beautiful Spanish dancers, it was a truly extraordinary evening, to say the least. But Ludlow had to draw the line when Theresa insisted on carrying on with a known enemy operative, even after he informed her of the terrorist’s true identity.

Then there was little Took, the Thai girl he met while on assignment in Hong Kong. A small girl, almost childlike, she must have been under five foot tall, yet with a woman’s body; a perfect little Oriental Barbie doll. A doll-like face, lovely almond shaped eyes, a pair of tits that were barely handfuls yet in proportion to her tiny body looked like 36 DD’s, with nipples Ludlow swore couldn’t have been a half inch in diameter. Her body was absolutely hairless from the neck down; what little hair Took had on her pussy she diligently plucked, sitting on a chair with one leg hiked up, a small mirror propped up before her crotch.

Took did everything for him, worked about the house like a slave, loved him in every way, loved every inch of him like an emperor’s concubine. Took bathed him, squatting by the tub and scrubbing his body. She literally waited on him hand and foot. She would not even allow him to feed himself; insisted on holding his ricebowl and lifting titbits to his lips with her chopsticks. The trouble was that while Took loved him in every way she would not indulge that which is most pleasurable, most sought after, indeed the lovemaking technique that is nigh on expected by the Western man of his women; alas, Took adamantly refused to suck dick. In the end Ludlow sadly decided to seek a lover who would not hesitate to bestow upon him this exquisite form of pleasure.

And of course he could never forget the American girl, Lisa. A strapping strawberry blonde with a penchant for giving blowjobs, Lisa loved to suck dick. Lisa was a highly paid international fashion model. She strutted the catwalks in New York and Paris wearing the most outrageous of costumes; quite brief, skimpy and revealing. Lisa didn’t see the purpose to wearing much more when not working. A inveterate nudist, herau naturel suntanning sessions on the roof of her lower Manhattan apartment were the continual cause of scandal and sensation, although even the jealous wives and grandmothers of the neighbourhood had to grudgingly admit that if one was going to practice public nudity then this living goddess was certainly equipped to do so. Lisa had long, shapely legs and a high, round ass. Better endowed in the chest department than one expects of a girl in the fashion industry, her large tits stuck straight out almost like a pair of torpedoes, beneath which her narrow waist and flat belly led the eye naturally to the tightly trimmed nest of golden curls on hermon du Venus.

As well as being a confirmed nudist Lisa also was advocate to a peculiar belief; she swore by the youthful regenerative powers of sperm. She not only swallowed as much of the thick white stuff that she could suck out of him, she also liked to rub his semen on her face as a sort of skin therapy mask. The problem with Lisa was that she refused to love Ludlow in any wayexcept by mouth. She literally preferred sucking to fucking; it might even be said that shelived to suck and swallow.

As difficult as it was to do so Ludlow had to finally draw the line; being sucked off on a daily basis was all very well and fine but a man had to have pussy at leastonce in a while, otherwise what was the point to putting up with a woman in the first place? Still, it was with heavy heart that he bid this amazing fellatio artist goodbye. To this day he could visualize Lisa sitting up in bed, nude, yellow sunlight streaming through from the window behind her, her golden curly hair a glowing aura about her head and shoulders, puddles of his spunk on her chin, her cheek, dripping down onto her breasts; a wide, sheepish grin on her lovely face.

None of them could compare, however, to the beautiful Barbara who sat across from him now; so fresh and young, so free of inhibition and hang-up, so willing to learn how to love him in any and every way imaginable.

When dinner was finished Barbara said simply, “That was nice.” Then as she daubed her lips with her serviette she added, “you cooked, I’ll clean up.” It was this kind of simple, easygoing manner of hers that made it so easy for Ludlow to love the girl.

Ludlow retired to the sofa while Barbara took care of the dishes; she refused to let him assist. While he waited she pleasantly surprised him by bringing him a Scotch. He thoroughly enjoyed being waited upon by the slim young thing, practically naked but for the briefest triangles of white silk. Though there wasn’t much to clean up Barbara seemed intent on making a show of it as she worked at the sink, bending forward to afford him the best possible view of her sweet round ass. The flimsy fabric of her panties left nothing to the imagination; the soft globes of her butt cheeks and the crack of her ass were plainly visible. Indeed, the simple scrap of lacy white silk that graced her hips seemed to emphasize the beauty of her figure; the muscles and lines of her back, the backs of her well-formed thighs. Sitting back and nursing his drink, Ludlow was able to fully appreciate the perfect scenery of Barbara’sderriere she worked at the sink.Her sweet ass! he thought.Her sweet ass!

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When she was finished in the kitchen Barbara joined him on the sofa, a drink of her own in hand. They clinked glasses, drank, then shared a kiss. Barbara had sucked an ice cube into her mouth from her drink without him noticing; now she pushed it into his mouth as they kissed. It caused her pillow-like lips to feel pleasantly cold; her soft, wet tongue hot as it probed his.

It was Barbara’s intent to stage a little reunion celebration for her lover. She enjoyed going through Ludlow‘s collection of vinyl LP’s; the great albums put out by the super bands of the late sixties and early seventies. The Allan Parsons Project. Black Sabbath. Blue Oyster Cult. The Beatles. The Rolling Stones. Credence Clearwater Revival. Cream. David Bowie. Deep Purple. The Doors. Emerson, Lake and Palmer. Jethro Tull. Jimi Hendrix. Kansas. Nazareth. Uriah Heep. Pink Floyd. Rush. Santana. Steppenwolf. Styx. Ten Years After. The Velvet Underground. The Who. Yes. And of course, the mighty Led Zeppelin.

For tonight’s entertainment Barbara had acquired a blacklight from one of the little shops downtown that catered to the whims of the college crowd. She placed the blacklight in the living room, put a lava lamp on the mantelpiece and dropped the phonograph’s needle on to the quintessential sixties classic; Jefferson Airplane’s White Rabbit. Already practically naked, Barbara began to slowly dance a striptease before her lover. The purple light glancing off her curves cast interesting silhouettes as she writhed to the trance-inducing music. She unhooked her bra and shrugged it off, dancing before him now in only her white panties, a ridiculously minute sliver of white lace about her hips. Her blue tinted granny glasses and the black velvet choker about her neck had an even more erotic effect when she bared her supple young body like this.

Barbara stood before him with legs spread wide, holding her pert tits in her hands; two pillowy handfuls. She swayed her hips and rotated her silk-covered mound inches from his face in a classic stripper’s bump and grind. Barbara pinched her nipples to delightful hardness as she moved her hips side to side, her lips in a mock pout. Then she moved her hands up to hold her hair on top of her head, away from her neck.

Barbara lifted one leg to rest her knee on the arm of the sofa and straddle Ludlow, lap dancing him, rubbing the silk that covered her hot pussy against the cloth tent where his hard cock poked up through his trousers. Their lips barely touched as she imparted the lightest of kisses upon him. His hands played upon her round breasts, cupped them, squeezed two soft handfuls, pinched stiffened nipples. She moved up, climbed the sofa to move her tits to the level of his mouth and revelled in the feeling as his lips kissed and sucked her nipples.

The song finally came to an end. Barbara leaned over to whisper in his ear. “I’m ready to give you something very special, lover,” she said. Ludlow couldn’t doff his trousers fast enough; his dick was pointing straight up like in the air like a flagpole.

Barbara trailed her fingers down the length of his body as she went to her knees before him. Her head went down. Forming an “o” with her red lips, she engulfed his cock entirely into her mouth then slowly released him, inch by inch. When finally her lips rested upon the very tip of his dick she began licking, flicking her tongue up and down his length, holding him up with one hand as she tickled his balls with the fingertips of her other hand. He was very hard. Stroking his length with one hand as she licked his balls and the base of his cock, she maintained eye contact all the while. She was giving him the eye-fuck, making him hard for what was to come next. She continued to look him in the eye as she rubbed his dick all over her face, then popped the head of it back into her mouth, sucked it and released it with an audible pop. With her lips she gave the head of his dick a playful nibble.

Barbara stood up, gave his cock a playful little tug. “Come on, lover,” she said. Ludlow stood up. Holding him by the cock, Barbara led him into the bedroom. She indicated for him to sit on the bed. Standing naked before him with her hands over her head, her body looked magnificent in the soft glow of light coming in the slightly ajar door. It seemed as if she were an exotic piece of tropical fruit, on display. Ludlow gently peeled her panties off her ass, let them fall to the floor. Holding on to her hips hands he began loving her tits, kissing them and sucking them so slowly, ever so slowly.

After enjoying his attentions for some time, Barbara placed the palms of her hands on his chest and looked him in the eye, her face adopting a stone serious look. “Tonight, lover,” she said simply and without the slightest shame, “I want you to fuck me in the ass.”

Not another word was said, they now communicated via a strange silence. Her eyes locked on his, Barbara moved around to the other side of the bed and leaned forward, lay belly down on the sheets and spread her legs apart. Ludlow moved toward her, placed a hand on her ass. He detected a trembling, a slight quiver that briefly rippled through the supple muscles of her taut asscheeks. Barbara took a deep breath and relaxed as Ludlow’s fingers traced a line down the crack of her ass, down deeper to lightly stroke where her pussy lips were just barely accessible. She moved her thighs further apart so that he could stroke her there. He leaned over and softly kissed her ass cheeks.

Ludlow grabbed some pillows, indicated that she should lift herself, then placed the pillows beneath her. Relaxed now with her ass quite up in the air, Barbara’s asscheeks were two soft pillows for him to bury his face in. His fingers trailed across the backs of her thighs, her ass, her pussylips, tickling and teasing her, as his lips and tongue delved her crack. He moved his hand up, separated her ass cheeks and placed his mouth directly on her pussy. Barbara sighed, then moaned her approval as his tongue probed her wet pussy from behind.

She was very wet. Her eyes closed, she delighted as Ludlow’s mouth worked her from behind. His tongue delved into her wet depths, moved down to lick and suck her budding clitoris, a tight and erect button of flesh in his lips. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” A sigh of approval involuntarily escaped Barbara’s lips from where her face was buried in the pillows. Ludlow’s hands were on her ass, his fingers deep in her crack, playing, stroking, probing her pussylips, her asshole. He licked two fingers wet, expertly separated her labia and gently inserted to fingerfuck her pussy as he continued to suck her clit. Barbara moaned her approval louder this time, “OOOHHH!” She arched her back, raising her ass to give him better access as he licked her and fucked her with his hand.