A Gift in Disguise Ch. 02

I noticed that during her recitation, Kim's words had subtly changed from the very professional and clinical language to the more common language one might use if she was slightly aroused by what she was saying. I also noticed she had shifted to the first person in her last sentence.

"Okay, Kim, you've sort of explained some things, but how does my body store the electrical energy? And why?"

"I'm not sure, Tom. In fact, I'm not sure we even have the instrumentation and tests to determine that.

But there was one thing in Lorraine's most recent notes, and I wish she could be here to elaborate on it. During your last session with Lorraine before your exam with me, she dry-humped you to a fully-clothed orgasm. You orgasmed, but not while you were touching her clit, tits, or pussy, right?"

I nodded agreement. She continued.

"Then you showered, and when you came back into the room, you only had a robe on, and Lorraine was lying naked on the bed, right?" Again I nodded.

"And then you went down on her and gave her a powerful orgasm using just your fingers and tongue on her clit and pussy? But you didn't cum yourself, right?"

"Right."

"According to her notes, she believed that her orgasm was every bit as intense as those she experiences when you actually cum simultaneously while you're fucking her.

If that's so, Tom, what it suggests is that your body generates and stores the electrical charge during your arousal phase. But it remains stored, it doesn't automatically discharge, just because you orgasm. It only discharges during your orgasm if you are in intimate contact with your partner. If that is correct, then it suggests your partner's body is sending you some sort of signal telling your body your partner is ready to be super-orgasmed by your discharge. This is really nothing more than speculation right now, Tom. Lorraine and I will be consulting to see if we can determine a way to instrumentally measure or personally observe this."

"Does that mean my partner has to be able to orgasm, too?" I asked, recalling that Lorraine had told me about Kim's own inability to achieve orgasm since the birth of her last child twenty-some years earlier. I knew Lorraine would not have revealed that to me without Kim's permission.

Kim picked up on that right away. "I'm glad Lorraine explained my condition to you, Tom. Your question is very reasonable, and I don't know the answer. I wish I could answer it," she said with some resignation.

Between Kim's description of her dancing "career" and the suggestive sex talk, I was beginning to feel my cock harden. The message in Kim's eyes and the tone of her voice seemed to be moving away from the clinical and toward the more intimate. I decided to take the lead and try and confirm where we were headed.

"Lorraine called me at home after you examined me in your office. She said that I should keep notes when I masturbated after that session to tell you if there were any changes from my normal masturbation."

"And..."

"Well, I didn't notice that my orgasms lasted longer. And I didn't jerk off any more often than before."

"So really nothing changed after I gave you a super orgasm?"

"Well, yeah, one thing did. Each time I jerked off, I imagined that I was having sex with you. And when I jizzed, it was almost as intense as when you jerked me off and gave me the prostate massage."

I had expected a shocked reaction, but she responded calmly and evenly, almost too much so.

"And what did you do with me, Tom?"

"I saw us at the university pool with you in that blue one-piece swimsuit and me in my competition suit. I was running my hands all over your body, then I slowly peeled you out of your suit and started to fuck you," I answered unashamedly.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"I enjoyed jacking off thinking about you, yeah."

"And in your fantasy fuck, Tom, did I enjoy it, too?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Describe my body as you saw it in your fantasy, Tom."

I had to think awhile, then answered, "I guess I can't. I never really focused on the details. You were always just there, but kind of filmy or cloudy or something."

"Is it possible, Tom, that my anatomical details were fuzzy because you were fantasizing about me based on only seeing me clothed or in my swimsuit?"

"Yeah, I guess. I really don't know."

"But regardless, you concluded that my 'examination' intensified your orgasm when you masturbated?"

"Yes, that's right."

"All right, Tom. Well, I think we've gone about as far as we can today. I would like to meet with you and Lorraine together whenever your schedules agree."

I agreed and got up to leave.

"Tom, I believe Lorraine suggested you bring your swimsuit. Did you?"

"Yeah, I always have it in my gym bag in the car. But I didn't know you had a pool."

"Yes, it's an outdoor pool, though. That's why I was so glad when the university opened its pool to the public. I can swim there during the cold months and swim here at home in the summer. If you'd like, we can go for a swim here. Of course, our pool isn't as large as the university pool, but there aren't any crowds either."

"Okay, I'll go get my bag."

"Fine. While you're getting it, I'll store my notes and shut down the computer. If you come back in through the side gate in the fence, you'll see the pool and pool house. Go ahead into the pool house and change. I'll join you poolside in a little while. Feel free to jump on in if you want."

Kim's house was large but not huge, not a mansion. Consequently, I expected to see something like a 20 foot by 40 foot recreational pool when I walked through the gate. Instead, she had a 10 meter by 25 meter lap pool. Apparently she, and maybe her husband and children, took their swimming rather seriously.

The pool house was just that -- a small house. It had a bar room just off the pool and three individual dressing rooms, each with its own shower and a generous supply of pool towels. I went ahead and changed into my suit, picked up a towel, and then walked out poolside. She hadn't yet arrived, so I went to the end nearest the house and did a slow warmup lap down and back. When she still hadn't appeared I did another lap down and turned to come back. As I arrived at the starting end, I saw her coming out of the house in a white terry robe and carrying a towel.

I climbed out of the pool and walked toward the table to pick up my towel.

"How's the water?" she asked.

"It's a bit cool," I answered, "But then, I'm used to the university pool and being indoors this early in the year."

She let the robe slip to the ground, and it stopped me dead in my tracks before getting to my towel.

"You were probably expecting my 'public' suit, weren't you, Tom?" she asked playfully.

"Um, yeah," was all I could answer.

The rather modest, middle-age appropriate one piece 'public' suit as she called it had given way to a very tight, semi-transparent one piece tank suit with a generously plunging neckline and high-cut legs that made her legs appear longer. It occurred to me that her 'public' suit didn't fully reveal and accentuate her figure the way this one did. And like Lorraine, she had a substantial amount of body hair, including the dark hair peeking from the narrow crotch of her swimsuit.

She commented on my surprised look and noticed me staring at her body hair. "Tom, when Lorraine told you about my inability to orgasm, didn't she tell you the rest of the story?"

"No, I guess not."

"Oh. Well, as you know, after our daughter was born, I found I could no longer orgasm. But I noticed an increase in my body hair, too. As you can see, it's not full hirsutism."

She spread her legs slightly and struck a pose with her hands clasped behind her head. That not only revealed her hairy pits, but it also thrust her breasts out toward me. Even through the suit's material, it was easy to see her defined nipples and mounded areolae. She was justifiably unashamed of her figure and body hair, and she seemed pleased that it obviously aroused me.

"My leg hair and arm hair is somewhat darker, and if you look closely, you can see some darkening over my upper lip. My pits are a bit darker and thicker, and my pussy hair is definitely thicker. But it isn't like it's spreading all over my body."

She dropped the pose.

"I talked to the doctor about it, the hair, and he said it was probably just my endocrine system readjusting after her birth. He dismissed it as just part of being a woman, said it would subside. But it didn't. I've been to other doctors who are puzzled by it. They can't identify the cause for it. They all suggested I just shave or trim or depilate more often rather than risk hormonal imbalance through treatments.

Even though I thought the three of us might go for a swim today, I didn't think you'd mind if I didn't neaten it up a bit. Lorraine knows about it, and her notes and conversations said you were actually stimulated rather than offended by a woman's body hair. Did I offend you?"

"No. I mean, like I explained to Lorraine, I really don't understand why guys seem to automatically think hair on a woman's body is ugly or offensive. Maybe, like Lorraine said, I like assertive women. A woman who isn't consumed by making sure every extra hair is plucked or shaved seems to me to be sexier than one who caves in to what some shrink on the tube says. If I'm attracted to the woman, I'm not going to be turned off by her body hair. If anything, I think it makes her even sexier."

By now, I had been letting my eyes wander over her body, and I was getting a very obvious erection under the swimsuit.

Kim noticed my obvious hard-on and responded in a very low, sultry voice.

"No, I can see you don't mind my body at all."

Then she picked up my towel and walked slowly, seductively, enticingly toward me.

"It looks as if you're getting chilled, Tom. It's probably too cold for a swim anyway. Let's get you dried off, then we can go in the house and find something else to do."

With that, she pushed up against me so we were front to front, touching, and wrapped the towel around me. Every movement she made to dry my back rubbed her tits against my chest and my cock against her pussy.

Then she brought the towel around to the front and dried my front.

Now my cock was so erect that the head was actually peeking out beneath my suit's waistband. It was an odd feeling. When she had been "examining" me at Lorraine's office, she had given me what she called a super orgasm by handjobbing me and fingering my prostate. Yet then, the focus of my attention and arousal had been Lorraine masturbating live on the screen in front of me. Kim had been an instrument of masturbation, but it was nothing personal, at least not for me.

But now, I was at her house, alone with her. And she was literally feeling me up and encouraging my arousal by drying me off. She was making no pretense about her sexual overture, and my body was responding accordingly. Every touch, every sound, every movement she made was clearly done to arouse me -- and maybe her, too.

As she dried me off, I put my arms around her and let my hands slide from her bare shoulders, down her bare back to the material covering her ass. I firmly placed my hands on her ass and kneaded her butt. I continued to run my hands over the suit and her skin, both adding to my arousal. I even allowed my fingers to trace along and slip just under the suit's leg openings.

She offered no objection or resistance, and looked up at me with a seductive smile. Then she knelt down and began drying my legs. As she did, she nuzzled her left cheek against my rock-hard cock. After drying me completely, she stood up, discarded the towel, and said, "Let's go inside."

Kim didn't wait for my answer. She started walking toward the still-open French doors that opened from the house onto the pool deck. As she walked away from me, I was completely focused on the wiggle in her ass and the tightness of her swimsuit -- so much so that I stubbed my toe on the poolside table foot as I walked by it. She stopped and turned on her hips, emphasizing the fullness of her breasts under the suit. When she saw I wasn't hurt, only embarrassed, she entered the house. I followed as quickly as my full but still-constrained erection and hurt toe would allow.

As I entered through the doors, she said, "Why don't you close those. It's a bit chilly out there."

The room we had entered was clearly outfitted as her master bedroom, complete with family photos on the wall, personal mementos and memorabilia on the tables, a four poster bed, and a very lush carpet. The room warmed as soon as the doors were closed.

"You know, Tom, Lorraine told me you were concerned that I hadn't enjoyed causing to you cum and watching you. You were focused on her, after all. But the fact is, I haven't held a hard, strong cock in my hand for many years now. You have no idea how good that felt. Of course, there is one thing that would feel even better ... " She left that hanging and walked directly to me. She put her arms around my neck and pulled my lips to hers. I placed my hands on her ass and pulled her against my hardness.

Kim was a few inches shorter than I, so while I was still kneading her ass, I leaned down and kissed her gently.

Years of constraining professional demeanor coupled with her inability to orgasm and a husband who no longer even tried to sexually satisfy her triggered her response at the instant my lips met hers. She didn't want to kiss -- she wanted to sexually devour -- and it was as if my kiss and my hands signaled my permission and, indeed, my own eagerness.

Her desires plus her years of sex dancing choreographed the movements of her body against mine. Every move she made seemed to tweak one of my sexual receptors somewhere.

I vaguely recall her seeming to push or guide me, though I was so overwhelmed by the ferocity of her deep tongue-kisses and her roaming hands and the occasional grinds of her pussy against my cock through our swimsuits that I didn't pay much attention to navigation.

I felt the backs of my calves hit something. That was quickly followed my her hands on my chest, pushing me backward onto the bed. As I slowly fell backward, her hands slid down my sides, and her thumbs snaked inside the waistband of my swimsuit. In one smooth motion, as I was relaxing on my back on her bed, she pulled my swimsuit down and off. Her eyes never leaving my now fully erect cock, she threw my swimsuit toward the French doors.

There was something about the way her eyes were devouring me that sent a message about what she wanted, something beyond just being fucked.

She took one step toward me and before she could go further, I stood up and moved to her. Quickly. She reacted with genuine surprise, though not alarm, when I took her by the shoulders and spun her around so her back was to my front.

As quickly as she had removed my swimsuit, so I used my thumbs to pull her swimsuit straps from her shoulders, then pull the top down exposing her breasts. My hands cupped them firmly from behind as my mouth roamed over her shoulders and neck. She writhed her ass against my bare cock, and I felt her nipples hardening even more in my hands.

With the front of her one piece suit now folded down, it was easy for me to move my right hand down her belly, then slip it inside the suit at her waist. She struggled, feigning a desire to escape when her real desire was for me to go further.

My fingers needed to travel only slightly further downward until they became entwined in the lush pubic hair covering her now-swollen mound. The instant my fingers parted alongside the hood protecting her protruding clit, her breathing became even more ragged and halting.

"Shall I stop here, Kim?" I asked rather mockingly.

"Fuck no!" she cried out in a rather undoctorlike manner. "Finger-fuck me. Now!"

As I complied with her wishes, her sounds went from intelligible speech to lustful grunts and moans. And with every twitch of her ass in response to my fingering her pussy, my own exposed cock was stimulated by the friction of her suit against it.

Over her shockingly loud protest, I withdrew my hands from her breast and pussy, then spun her around again so she was once again facing me. Her eyes were fiercely sexual, both pleading and demanding. Before she could speak, I pushed her rather roughly backward, causing her to fall off-balance on her back onto the bed. As she had so deftly done with me, I grasped the sides of her swimsuit and pulled it down her legs and off her ankles. I threw it to one side and then returned my attention back to her.

Her eyes shifted between my eyes and my cock.

As if to taunt me, she clamped her legs tightly shut while lying on her back on the bed. Then she used her hands to pinch and tug on the nipples rising like a Phoenix from her natural, full breasts. Her hard breathing caused them to heave and fall. Her face was defiant, though not forbidding. The muscles in her legs revealed she was in excellent condition, and I was eager to feel them wrapped around me.

She doubtless expected me to force open her legs, but instead, I simply sat alongside her and began kissing her lips and shoulders and breasts. At the same time, I gently ran my right hand over her lower abdomen just above her unshaven mound.

After less than a minute, she relaxed her legs, and I slipped my hand downward so it engulfed her warm, wet mound.

"Damn you!" she uttered through my kisses, yet she made no effort to force me to remove my hand.

I felt her hand clasp my erection and begin stroking it expertly. The arousal her strokes engendered caused me to intensify my hand pressure on her pussy. Now we were both escalating the intensity of our stimulation on each other, and it was showing in our breathing and sounds.

Our movements were becoming more animated, even frantic as our lust grew. I arose from sitting alongside her, though I made no effort to extract my cock from her soft hand. I positioned myself above her, still able to lean forward and kiss her.

Then, just as it had when I was last with Lorraine, that "mystery" feeling overtook me, and I began kissing my way down from her breasts to her mound. As my tongue-tip found her clit and began lightly tracing its way around her, I slipped two fingers into her tight, wet, pussy.

"Oh, fuck!" she cried. "Yes ... there ... right there! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!"

Her hands slapped at the sheets beneath her, and her body reacted to my tongue and fingers working their magic on her sex. Her loud words and groans of encouragement heightened my own arousal.

I continued ministering to her in that way, watching her face contort and grow red with flaming desire. She was rapidly approaching that point at which she would either orgasm or, as had happened so often to her, her lust would quickly extinguish and she would remain unfulfilled.

Now she had one hand on the back of my head and was pushing it harder into her pussy. With her thighs tightening around my head, I felt them tremble with the precursor of orgasm.

"Fuck me, Tom! Get that cock in me now before I cum... Oh... fuck!"

I lifted my face from her mound and forced her legs open with my shoulders as I moved upward along her body. My cock head was positioned perfectly at her swollen and wet labia lips, and I slid my pole into her, slowly and deliberately.

Now as the crimson from her face migrated down her chest and onto her breasts, it was clear that she was going to orgasm. While I slid my cock in and out of her, she alternately pinched and pulled her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, then slammed her hands down on the bed as her pelvis heaved to meet my cock.

She made only unintelligible sounds of sexual pleasure. Her breathing came in spurts, gasps, separated by muscular tension.