A Fine Romance


Dan Cupid propped his feet up on his desk and leaned back. Dan glanced at the clock on the wall. His last appointment was now fifteen minutes late. It had been a long afternoon at the Valentine Testing Labs. He had spent the day helping customers fill out questionnaires from various clients in the mall. This last appointment, though, was different. She was a private client, sent by his Uncle Harry to test the real Valentine line, smut.

"No, not smut, kiddo," his uncle had told him while waving his forkful of spaghetti. "We sell romance."

"It's sex toys, Harry. Dildos and vibes and God only knows what else, not violin music!" Dan exclaimed.

"It all leads to the same thing. People use our products to learn how to be better lovers. Being a better lover is romantic. Right, Miriam?" he asked, caressing the curve of his wife's cheek. "Nowadays a guy thinks he's a great lover, but what's he do? Lick, lick. Rub, rub. A few minutes of in and out and he rolls over and goes to sleep. Bah! What does his lover do? She wonders what all the fuss is about and she loses all interest. Maybe she finds someone who does know."

"And the ladies. If they don't know what pleases them, what makes them feel good, how can they show their partner? We help them learn their own bodies and they become better lovers. And that's romance," he concluded.

"And sometimes that knowledge leads to true love. That's what happened to your uncle and I. A man on the bus handed me a card and asked me if I'd like to watch a movie. That was your grandfather."

"Tell me. What movie did you watch, Aunt Miriam?" Dan asked.

"To tell you the truth, I don't remember. What I do remember was the young man who asked me the questions before that movie. He wasn't so handsome, but there was something about him. He really paid attention to my every word. He asked me out for coffee afterward and I didn't even think of turning him down."

"And we've been together ever since," Harry Valentine said. "And tomorrow Dan's in the office and I'm taking you out to lunch, my dear."

A faint noise in the corridor caught Dan's attention. He swung his feet off the desk and stood to greet his visitor. A young woman walked into the office.

"Can I help you?" She obviously wasn't the person Dan was expecting. This was not the type of woman who'd even think of masturbating, let alone let a perfect stranger watch while she did it. She must have gotten lost on her way to the bathroom. He'd give her directions and send her on her way. Then he was shutting down. That last appointment wasn't going to show.

"I'm here for the testing," she said in a quiet, soft voice. "Sorry, I'm late. I missed the bus and had to wait for the next one. Is there still time?"

"I'm afraid you're in the wrong place, miss. This is the Valentine Testing Labs. What were you looking for?"

"That's what's on the card," she said, pulling a white card from the pocket of the drab, brown coat she wore. "Valentine Testing Labs. The man said to ask for Dan. Dan Cupid. That's you, right?" She handed the card to Dan who took it and gestured her to sit in the chair in front of the desk.

Sure enough, it was a card from Uncle Harry. The note he'd written at the bottom read 'Private testing session' and today's date. Still, she obviously didn't realize what was involved. He'd tell her in discrete terms so she could leave without being offended.

"Miss...I'm sorry. I didn't get your name," he began.

"Karen Rogers."

"Well, Miss Rogers. I'm not sure you understand exactly what we do here at Valentine's."

"Please call me Karen. And I do understand. Mr. Valentine was very clear in his explanation. You test adult novelties, right?"

"Well, yes. That is correct," Dan said. "But are you sure you know what that entails?" this woman looked like the stereotypical old maid. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun. She wore tinted glasses with oversized lenses. Her clothes hung off her dumpy frame. She'd probably faint when he told her what she would be doing. "Did my uncle fill you in the procedure?"

"Yes," she said. "He told me." Her face flushed. "But maybe you could go over it with me, just to make sure." She took a firmer grasp on the handles of her bag, knuckles almost turning white.

"First thing, you'll fill out this questionnaire. Standard form, same sort of thing that they use for job applications. There is an additional section for some information of a more personal nature. Dating experience, social activities, sexual orientation. Ready?"

He handed her a clipboard and a pen and waited while she filed out the sheets. He watched her face for some sign that he should be ending this interview. He thought her cheeks pinked up a bit, but it was hard to tell with those glasses. "Are you okay with it so far?"

"Yes," she nodded. She continued writing for a few more minutes and then handed Dan back the completed papers. He glanced over the papers, not really reading them, just making sure each blank had been filled in.

"The real product testing comes after all that is finished. You're hooked up to our monitors by this ankle band," he said, pulling out a white plastic band from the desk drawer. He handed her the strip of plastic which curled around her hand.

"It looks like those slap bracelets my little brother was so crazy about a couple of years ago."

"Same principle. It relays galvanic skin response, body temperature, changes in pulse and respiration and sends the information to a unit like this." He held out a device about the size and shape of a cell phone. "It's all recorded and analyzed with this wireless receiver. I'll monitor you and make sure it's getting a clear signal."

Karen looked around the small office. "Where will I..." Her voiced trailed off.

"In here." He walked around the desk to a door and opened it. "I'll show you." She got up and followed him into the next room. The room inside was furnished like an elegant hotel suite. In addition to the king-sized bed covered in a burgundy silk comforter and tossed with pillows of various shapes and sizes, there was a leather club chair and ottoman in the corner. A dresser with a large mirror stood against the far wall. There were several candles on the bedside tables, along with a small lamp.

"Oh." Karen turned around in the room. "It looks nice. Better than I'd thought. You said you'd be monitoring me."

"Yes, from here. He pulled the cord to the window blinds behind him. What Karen had assumed was a fake window opened up to show the outer office. "The window acts like those two-way mirrors. It all depends on which lights are on. When the light's off in here," he demonstrated with the dimmer switch, "it's regular glass. Just like a window. When the light's off out there, you can't see out and it looks just like a mirror to you." He turned the dimmer the other way. "See?"

"So, I wouldn't know when you were watching me."


"Oh. Okay. Um, where do I change? I can't wear these clothes and do all that," Karen said.

"There's a small bathroom behind that screen. You'll find a robe to change into. I'll just go back into the office and get everything ready for the testing. Let me know when you're ready."

Dan went back into the office and finished getting the equipment ready for the test. The monitor and ankle band were supposed to be set to the same frequency but he double-checked, just to make sure. He began to look over her answers to the questionnaire.

Name. Check. Address. Check. Date of Birth. Check. Hmmm. Dan did the math in his head. She's younger than I thought. What, a year or so younger than me. Marital Status. Single. He snorted. Like that's a surprise. She's probably never even been on a date!

"Ahem." Dan heard a throat being cleared behind him. "I'm ready."

"Oh, sorry. I was finishing up this last bit of paperwork. If you're ready, Miss Rogers..." Dan's voice trailed off as he turned around in his chair and saw his test subject looking at him from the doorway.

"Wow!" He exclaimed as he saw Miss Rogers. At least he thought it was still her. This woman looked totally different. Her hair tumbled in honey-brown waves to her shoulders. She'd removed those oversized glasses and he could see her bright green eyes sparkling at him. She had a half-way decent body now that it was no longer hidden by those shapeless clothes.

"God, you look completely different. I don't think I'd have recognized you if you hadn't said something. That's not to say that...I mean, you were...," he stammered, trying to figure out how to dig himself out of this hole that just kept getting bigger and bigger. He could feel his face grow hot.

"It's okay." she laughed. "I'm flattered, really. I'm a theater major. We're just finishing rehearsals for A Glass Menagerie. I play Laura, the repressed spinster. It always takes me a bit of time to decompress and come back to the real world. I guess you think I've got the character down pat."

"Oh, yeah," Dan said. "I was getting a little worried about having to explain what happens next. I think you'll be a little easier to explain things to than ...umm...your stage persona."

"Well, let's get started, shall we? Where do you want me?" Karen asked.

"Why don't you sit here," Dan gestured to the chair, "and I'll get this monitor hooked up."

Karen sat down on the arm of the leather chair and held out her ankle. "Why the ankle? Don't those things usually use the wrist?"

"Too much movement." Dan replied as he made the final adjustments to the band.

"Too much..." Karen wriggled her arm up and down. "Oh, I get it. That could be a problem all right. Especially with the guys," she laughed, miming jacking off. Dan saw what she was doing and laughed, too.

Karen looked around the room. "You want me on the bed, right?"

"Wherever you feel most comfortable. The bed, the chair, even leaning against the dresser. As long as the monitor can pick up the signal, it's cool."

She walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. "Here's good, I think. I like the feel of this comforter. Cool and silky."

Dan asked if she'd like the lights turned lower.

"Maybe just a little." Dan turned the dimmers and the lights dimmed to a warm glow. The corners of the room were now hidden in the shadows.

"Would you like me to light the candles? Let's see," he said, tipping the candles over to read the labels. "We've got vanilla, lemon, rose and something called Harvest Spice. Hmm. Smells like pumpkin pie, I think."

"Do I have to have the candles lit?" Karen asked.

"No, of course not," Dan replied. "Do you have any questions before we begin? All set?"

Karen nodded.

"Great," Dan said as he began to walk out to the outer office. "Let me know if you need anything else."

"Wait," Karen said. "Do you have to go? Umm. I'm an actress. I like performing before an audience, even an audience of one. Please."

"Well," Dan said, "I guess that will be okay, if it's what you really want. I can sit back here in the corner." Dan sat down on the leather chair and put the monitor on the table beside him.

"Thanks, I'd like that," Karen replied. "Should I take the robe off?"

"That's your choice. The monitor can pick it up either way."

"Off, I think," Karen said, standing up, untying the sash at her waist and letting the robe fall to the floor. She bent over, picked it up and tossed it over the screen.

Holy shit! Dan thought. God, she's got a body that just won't quit! I can't believe she really wants me to watch her. Hell, I'd pay to stay here! He reached across the table and grabbed the monitor. I'll need it as camouflage if she ever looks over this way.

"Are you warm enough in here? I should have asked earlier. I can adjust the heat if you're too cold," he said.

"No, I'm fine. So, what's next? I just do it?" Karen asked. "Your uncle said something about me testing some toys, I think."

"Oh, God! I'm sorry. I completely forgot," Dan exclaimed, jumping up from the chair. "All the things are stored in the top drawers. Here," he said, opening the drawers. "See."

"Wow! What a selection!" Karen said, peering over his shoulder at the collection of adult toys, novelties and lubes. "I've never even seen some of those things. What's this?" she asked, holding up a tangle of chains, rubber rings and leather straps.

Dan's face heated up. "Uh, that's part of the harness for the strap-on dildo set up. The rest of it's in the other drawer. Would you like to use it? I can get it ready for you."

She dropped the harness back into the drawer. "Oh, no. That looks way too scary for me. I think I'll start with something I can at least recognize." She opened a box containing a small bullet vibe. "This could work. And how about this one?" Karen chose a dildo from the ones in the drawer. "Purple," she grinned. "My favorite color."

"If you need some lube, it's in this section." Dan pointed to the vials, tubes and pump bottles of lube. "There's silicone, water-based, flavored and unflavored. Hmmm, it looks like this one's warming and this one's minty," he read from the labels.

"Which one would you pick?" Karen asked. "I usually don't use any, but it might be a good idea in this situation."

Dan handed her a small pump bottle of lubrication gel. "This one's pretty good. It's unscented and silicone based."

"Okay, thanks," Karen said, taking the bottle. "I guess I'm ready."

"Right," Dan nodded. "I'll get back to the monitoring. If you're sure you want me here..."

"Yes, please. I'll be much less nervous when I can see you watching me than if I were stuck in a strange room all be myself. I know that sounds weird."

Karen placed the toys and lube on the bedside table and stretched out on the bed. Dan admired the contrast between her creamy skin and the burgundy comforter. Her body was well proportioned and glowed against the satin sheen. Her light brown hair spread out over the pillows. Her eyes were closed and the dark lashes brushed against her cheeks.

Her fingers trailed over her body, pausing to lightly caress her nipples before moving down her belly and between her legs. Her lips opened and Dan thought he could hear a faint gasp. One hand stayed there, lightly stroking. The other hand returned to her nipples, rubbing them in circles, first one and then the other.

Dan shifted in the chair, trying to get comfortable. He was trying very hard to remain detached and professional, but it was difficult. All he really wanted to do was to join her on that bed. His cock was already erect and pushing against his zipper. His fingers tensed, wanting to touch those creamy breasts and silken thighs.

Karen reached over and found the vibe. She pressed the switch and a high-pitched hum filled the quiet of the room. She giggled. "I never realized how loud these little things were," she whispered. Her fingers guided the vibe along the tips of her breasts.

Dan didn't think it was possible, but her nipples grew even larger and harder. His cock was now straining against his zipper. He licked his lips and tried to swallow around the lump in his throat. He glanced down at the LED readout on the monitor. He'd forgotten all about the job he was supposed to be doing. All the readings seemed to be in the high-normal range.

Karen slid one of the pillows under her hips. Her thighs splayed open and Dan could see the bare pink lips of her center. She was totally smooth there with just a slim line of darker curls above. Her finger eased into the dewy core. First one, and then two. She slid them in and out of that moistness.

Dan almost fell out of the chair when she brought those fingers up to her mouth and licked them. He must have gasped out loud because Karen opened her eyes and said in a dreamy whisper, "Dan?"

"Sorry," Dan coughed. "Just a little cough. Sorry to disturb you."

"Hey, Dan," Karen quietly said, moving to sit on the edge of the bed facing him. "I talked to your uncle for a long time."

"Yes," he said cautiously, wondering where this conversation was leading. Maybe this little break would let his body calm down so he could finish this session without causing a scene. His cock was still fully erect, though, and his fingers ached to touch those nipples and sink into her femininity.

"Did you know your uncle thinks this is more a matchmaking service than a testing lab? He said that your grandmother met her grandfather here and that he first saw your aunt right here, too," Karen said.

"Yes, and my mother and my father were introduced in the outside office. Dad says it was love at first sight. "Almost like magic' he says. I guess it was. They've been together almost thirty years." Dan said, wondering where this conversation was leading.

Karen stood up and crossed the room to stand in front of his chair. "Well, if it worked so well for them, why don't we see if it'll work the same magic on us." She reached down and took the monitoring device from his fingers, found the switch and turned it off. Karen placed it on the table. Her hand unwound the band from her ankle and put it next to the now-darkened device.

Karen stood with her legs spanning his and leaned over to unbutton the top button of his shirt. She continued to unfasten his shirt as Dan sat there, practically mesmerized. When the shirt was totally unbuttoned, she tugged at it, trying to get the tails out of his jeans. He leaned forward in the chair allowing her to remove the shirt and toss it to the floor.

"This is okay with you, isn't it," she murmured, her lips almost against his. Her tongue flicked lightly against his bottom lip. Dan's mouth opened and his hands drew her mouth firmly against his as his fingers tangled into her hair.

"God, it's more than okay," he said between kisses. "I've been sitting here trying to decide how I was going to be able to finish this without totally embarrassing myself. I wanted to touch these beautiful breasts," he said, matching his words to the actions of his fingers.

"The entire time I was touching myself, I was imagining your fingers on me, your mouth on my nipples. Suck on them, please," Karen pleaded and straddled his legs, one knee on each side of the leather chair. She leaned down to his waiting mouth and he gladly fulfilled her request. He licked and sucked and ran his tongue round and round her hard little pink nipples. Karen moaned and clutched her fingers on his shoulders. "More," she whimpered.

Dan's hands roamed down her back and settled on her heart-shaped ass. "I swear I could smell your scent from across the room, all pineapple and honey," he muttered. He slid down in the chair and pulled her to his mouth. "I wanted to taste you, to have that scent, that taste, in my mouth."

"And why do you suppose I wouldn't let you light those scented candles? I was hoping you'd smell me," she gasped as he lightly glazed his tongue over the little nubbin. "The whole time I was touching myself, I was feeling your hands on me. And when I put my wet fingers in my mouth, it was your cock I had in there." She reached back and fumbled with the button fly of his jeans.

"Let me up for a sec. Those jeans have got to go," Karen said.

"Later," Dan murmured. He laved her clit gently as his finger slid into her dewy center. "I want to taste you as you come." His tongue swirled around her pearl and sucked it into his mouth. He reached up and found her nipple. He rolled it between his thumb and fingers, enjoying the feel of it. He moved to the other nipple and tweaked it until it was rosy and marched the other one.

Karen twitched and quivered as she ground her pussy against his fingers. He could feel her coming. Dan's fingers were squeezed as Karen's orgasm raced through her. As the little movements of her pussy subsided, Dan slid his fingers out of her and raised them to his lips. He licked them one by one and enjoyed the taste of her juices.

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