Southern Comfort Ch. 03

He looked delighted by the prospect. "And, what do you want in exchange?" he asked.

"I want to have a good time when we are together. I don't want to worry about someone calling my husband, or giving me some disease. And, I want help with my girls," I said.

"What kind of help?" he asked warily.

"Financial help, of course. Occasionally a medical opinion or antibiotic if they are sick," I said.

"Oh!" he said. " It sounds like a strictly business affair."

"It is. Business between friends, more or less," I said.

"Did you have a figure in mind?" he asked.

"Whatever you want to give me is fine. I won't complain, and I won't ask for more than you are willing to give. We all have good times and bad. I understand that. But, if I become unhappy, I won't demand more, I'll just leave," I warned gently.

"Money is the one thing I have plenty of. You won't be unhappy. That I can promise you," he said, smiling openly now.

"Now, tell me about some of the things you'd like to do," I said.

"Do you mean in bed?" he asked. I nodded. "My sex life at home is pretty boring. We do the same things as most couples I guess," he said. "There are a lot of things I'd like to at least try," he admitted. He looked away as if he was embarrassed to talk about it.

"Tell me what you are thinking about right now," I suggested.

His face turned red and he began to stammer. "You'd think...I'd like to...I can't," he said shaking his head. "You'll think I'm perverted," he said.

I reached out and placed my hand on his chest. "Ed, I don't shock too easily, but if you don't tell me, then you leave it to my imagination to guess. You being from out west, my imagination might lead me to believe you're into having sex with small farm animals or something," I said with a laugh.

His eyes widened and his jaw opened in shock. "That's sick!" he rasped. When he realized I was teasing him, his expression relaxed and he gave me a silly grin. "It isn't anything that perverted," he laughed.

"Then tell me," I urged.

He reached out with both hands and stroked my hair, pulling it gently over my shoulders as he ran his hands through it. "I have a thing for your hair," he said softly. "It's so beautiful. So soft and silky," he said wistfully.

"You want to cum in my hair," I said.

"Yes. I'd like to know what it feels like," he admitted with a faraway look in his eyes. He blinked hard and laughed. "I'll bet no one has ever said that to you before."

"No, not more than a few hundred times," I scoffed. Ed certainly wasn't the first man to admit to having a fetish for my hair, but I had no idea how intense some fetishes could be.

"Really? It doesn't bother you?" he asked with surprise. "It sounds so kinky to me. Just the idea of it makes me hard." He reached down and adjusted the front of his pants. I pushed his hand away to unfasten them instead. His cock literally sprang out of its on volition.

Ed possessed an impressive surprise concealed in his pants. His penis was much larger than one would expect for a man of his stature. My eyes must have indicated my astonishment when I saw it because he gave me a rather sheepish grin. He wrapped his hand around it and stroked it a few times before he offered it to me.

I stretched out on the blanket and let my hair fan out on one side while I draped the other over my shoulder so he could use it to his liking. If Ed didn't know exactly what he was doing, he knew very well what he wanted to do. He straddled me with one knee on either side of my torso and presented his erection to my lips.

I gave it a visual examination in the dark. His was one of the most beautiful cocks I had ever seen. The shaft was thick and the flesh completely smooth. I ran one finger along it and it rose up to meet my touch. He was watching intently and he grunted as I tested his response to having me use my long nails lightly to tease him.

The head was perfectly formed, and much larger in girth than the body. A distant light near the water caught the reflection of a single drop of clear pre-cum on the tip. I tentatively tasted the drop with my tongue. His entire body jerked in response. I picked up a handful of my hair and let it flow down around his cock.

He groaned and I opened my lips to take the head inside my mouth. The combination of my warm moist mouth and the soft hair tickling along the shaft made him happy. He began to lightly thrust back and forth, careful to keep my hair away from my lips as much as possible while he rocked back and forth.

Doc's ardent fascination intensified with each stroke and soon, he was no longer at all interested in the use of my lips for his pleasure. He gathered a handful of my mane and caressed his penis within the flowing silken veil. He grasped my hair between his fist and his lovely penis using it in a manner I had never witnessed.

Still, there was a certain exquisiteness and finesse in his conduct. I watched the splendor of his lovemaking unfold and was moved by the eloquence of his devotion. Ed quite literally loved my hair. If hair had any discernible emotion, I'm certain mine would have been moaning and writhing with pleasure.

On the other hand, I derived what little pleasure I could from observing as a third party. I was never voyeuristic by nature, but I couldn't help but think of one who was. I wondered what Jon would feel about Ed's technique. Jon claimed to love my hair, but he certainly had never demonstrated that love to the degree Ed did.

At times, Ed closed his eyes and gloriously exulted in the act of treating his penis rather harshly. Other times, his expression was intensely euphoric and obsessive as he gazed intently at my dark tresses enfolding his penis in the midst of them. During those moments, I knew he was beyond my reach. He was within some part of himself, far and away.

An audible and wolfish rumble began deep in his throat signaling the magnificence of his pleasure. The first surge burst forth as a cascade of semen flowed downward along several loose strands before dripping from his fist.

A second more intense gush followed, and it fell like rain, showering the fan of hair spread across the blanket beside me. Several rogue drops pelted the windshield of his car leaving a sticky residue across the glass. I watched the last vestige of ejaculate roll from the tip of his penis and stream down the front of my dress.

For a moment, Ed had a look of intoxication bordering on shock. He uncharacteristically cursed under his breath before his eyes cleared and he appeared lucid once again. He leaned forward and let his fingertips play in a puddle of warm cum that now adorned my hair as if he needed confirmation that the experience wasn't a dream.

When he returned to his senses, he retrieved a handkerchief from his pocket and made an attempt to mop up some of the mess between us. I wasn't concerned about it. The blanket would wash later.

By contrast, my hair needed more than just a few feeble swipes with a dry cloth. I assured him I would be making an unscheduled stop by my friend Daniel's apartment in order to borrow his shower before I went home. It wouldn't be the first time I made use of the key Daniel had provided me. I was more than a little certain it wouldn't be the last either.

When he returned me to my car, Ed pressed the same five crisp hundred dollar bills in my hand that I had previously refused to accept.

"That's not for your girls. That's for you. Go shopping and buy yourself something pretty. I want to see you again tomorrow night. Dinner at seven. I'll pick you up at the bar." He kissed my forehead and said goodnight.

**********

The following evening, I was dressed in my new dress, lingerie and heels. I was early, and was having a drink at the bar. Jon wandered in and he came to stand beside me. "You look very nice tonight," he commented, eyeing me nonchalantly.

"Thank you," I said and sipped at my drink.

"New dress?" he asked. I nodded. "Were you going somewhere special?"

"Not that I am aware of," I said vaguely.

"How did your dinner date go last night?" he asked, finally throwing caution to the wind.

"Fine," I said.

"Just fine? Not spectacular? Or fantastic?" he said looking smug.

"For your information we went on a picnic," I said with a shrug.

"Really? At night? Where?" he asked.

About that time, the door opened and Doc walked in. Ed walked straight up to me, put his arm lightly around my waist and kissed my cheek. "Sorry, I'm late. I stopped for these," he said holding out a bouquet of red roses. "For you. I hope you like them," he said ignoring Jon's presence entirely.

"They're lovely, Ed. Thank you! Do you mind if I leave them here on the bar. I spend most of my time here anyway. That way we can all enjoy them," I said.

"I think that's an excellent idea," he agreed and snapped his fingers to get the bartender's attention. He handed the roses to her and said, "Could you put these in a vase and place them back there?" He pointed to the back of the bar. She nodded and smiled at me.

"Well, I see you found something pretty you liked," Ed commented looking me up and down. "You look beautiful. The only way you could look any better is if you were wearing nothing at all!" he teased. Ed winked at me and squeezed my hand gently. I heard Jon snort.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked cheerfully.

"The Hilton. First dancing, then dinner. After that, if you are game, I have a real surprise for you," he said.

"What?" I asked.

"Do you like fairs?" he asked.

"Fairs?" I repeated. He nodded. "I guess so. Why?" I was not exactly appropriately dressed to go to a carnival.

"I haven't been to one in years. I rented us one. They close at ten. It's all ours until midnight," he said smoothly, giving me a knowing look.

"You rented us a fair," I said. "Really?" Ed nodded again.

"I thought you would enjoy the rides. I had something special in mind for the merry-go-round," he grinned.

I heard Jon snort audibly again. "Cindy, you are not seriously going out with this guy again, are you?" he suddenly demanded.

"Yes, I am, Jon. He's taking me to the fair. Didn't you hear him?" I asked.

"I heard him. And, do you hear me saying this is a bunch of crap?" he snapped.

Ed suddenly interrupted. "Did you say this is Jon?" he asked. He stuck out his hand and said, "I'm Ed. But you can call me 'Doctor, or Doc if it pleases you. It's nice to make your acquaintance. Cindy, told me all about you last night. She seems to hold you in high regard," he said with the grace and manners of a true gentleman. Jon rudely ignored his hand.

"Did she? Did she bother to tell you that the only reason she isn't in my bed tonight is because I sent her home to her husband?" Jon asked.

"Yes. I recall that she mentioned it. It's my good fortune that she chose not to stay at home with him, isn't it?" Ed said smoothly. "Are you ready, Cindy? We have reservations."

"If you know what I know, you'll have plenty of reservations," Jon snorted into his glass as he turned it up and emptied it. Ed was staring coolly at him.

"You can take that little girl on all kinds of rides, Doctor, but you can't make her happy. Just ask her husband. At the end of the day, or night, you'll be a lot broker for having tried, and she will be standing on my doorstep again," Jon assured him with more than a little arrogance.

"Interesting observation, Jon, but I've found there's always more than one way to please a woman. I have developed my own technique. So, I guess we'll both just have to wait and see, won't we?" Ed replied. "Ready?" he asked me, and I nodded. I heard Jon slam his glass down on the bar as we exited.

"Ed, you didn't seriously rent a goddamned fair, did you?" I asked once were out of earshot.

"No. But, if you'd like for me to, I will," he said chuckling.

"Why did you tell Jon that?" I asked.

"In case you haven't noticed, I'm a little man. Your friend is not. I learned long ago a man like me has to bring his adversary down with something other than raw muscle. They call it psychological warfare," he said still laughing.

When we were both seated in his car, he half turned to face me, his hand draped casually over the steering wheel. "You know, I was perfectly prepared to dislike Jon, but having met him now, and given the fact that we're both dating you, he doesn't really seem like a bad sort," he said, much to my surprise. "It's obvious that you care a great deal for him, and he seems quite fond of you as well," he observed.

I shrugged in feigned indifference at his comment. "Well, I have to tell you that I'm a little jealous, I think," he said staring directly at me.

"Jealous? Of what?" I asked with a frown.

"Well, I'm going to be paying you a small fortune for what he enjoys for free," he explained without any true malice.

"You're wrong, Ed. You're paying me not to fall in love with you. Remember?" I said tilting my head at him and flipping my ashes out the window. "Besides, I'm not seeing Jon right now. His wife has made sure of that," I reminded him.

A slow grin spread across his face. "You're absolutely right! That having been pointed out, I feel much better now," he said as he turned his attention to driving.

We were almost to the Greater New Orleans Bridge when his pager went off. He took it out, looked at it and sighed. "Well, you are about to find out what it's like to be the wife or mistress of a doctor. I have to go back to the hospital. I don't know how long this might take," he said frowning in displeasure.

"Is there somewhere I could wait for you?" I asked.

"Really? You want to wait?" he asked in surprise.

"Sure. Why not?" I shrugged.

"I could be engaged for several hours," he warned. "The alternatives are, I could take you back to your car and you could go home. Or, I could take you back to the bar and you can watch Jon gloat while you wait for me to come back," he pointed out.

I lit a cigarette and stared sullenly out the window. "I'll wait in the car for you."

"I have an idea. You won't have to wait in the car if you agree," he said eyeing me sideways.

"What's your idea?" I asked.

"Well, it might be risky. I could lose my hospital privileges if we get caught," he chuckled in delight. "The doctor's lounge at the hospital is strictly off limits to anyone other than doctors. Not even wives or other hospital staff are allowed in there," he said with glee. "It's very private."

"And, if we do get caught? How would you explain that to your wife?" I asked.

"I told you it's dangerous," he said tilting his head and grinning at me.

"Well, if you are going to stash me there, we might as well break all the rules," I teased him.

"Exactly my thoughts on the subject," he said firmly.

A few minutes later, we snuck up an elevator, through several empty corridors and he stopped in front of a heavy wooden door. He swiped a card and the door clicked open. He ushered me inside.

I looked around. The room was luxurious. It had thick pile carpeting, an expensive couch and chairs, and a large wooden executive desk. A small dinette set was placed in front of a fully stocked bar. There was a refrigerator with sodas and juices as well as a big screen television and a small stereo system. There was a full bath, complete with glass shower doors. The heavy drapes were drawn, and Ed opened them. A spectacular view of the city skyline came into view. It took my breath away.

"I never realized how beautiful New Orleans is until now," I said in appreciation of the view.

"It is from here," he nodded in agreement. "Make yourself a drink. Watch some TV or turn on some music, but keep the volume low. I'll be back as soon as I can. If anyone comes in, don't say anything. Just page me. Use the phone on the desk," he said nodding towards it.

"I'll be fine. Just be careful," I warned. He kissed my forehead and slipped out the door.

I made a strong drink and muted the TV, opting for soft music instead. I waited for nearly two hours before I grew sleepy. I slipped off my shoes and curled up on the couch.

I'm not sure how much time lapsed, but I heard whispers, and I opened my eyes to find two men in white coats looking down at me and talking in low tones. Someone had covered me with a light blanket.

I stretched lazily before reality sank in. I gasped, sat up and threw back the blanket in one motion. I made a grab for my shoes and purse. I was on my feet in less than a few seconds.

One of the men held out his hands and said, "Whoa! Whoa, there, now! Take it easy! Nobody is going to hurt you!"

We all three froze as we surveyed one another. "Who are you?" the man asked. I said nothing.

"Okay, then," the man said after a reasonable amount of time had lapsed in silence. "How did you get in here?" I stared silently at the floor.

"Has the cat got your tongue? We could call security," he suggested. My head snapped up at his words.

"I have to go," I said and made a step towards the door.

He stepped in front of me, cautiously holding his hands up in front of him. His eyes narrowed and he suddenly blurted out, "I know you!" He studied me carefully and nodded. "You're that girl from the restaurant. The bartender. I almost didn't recognize you!" he said and began to chuckle low.

"You're right! It is her! But, she sure looks different," his friend said.

"Where did you come from? How'd you get in here, I mean?" the first one asked again. I stared mutely from one to the other.

He started to laugh again. "Well, we have a real mystery on our hands here. Just which one of our esteemed colleagues do you think is responsible for this?" he asked his friend as he laughed in sheer delight and rubbed his hands together.

"I have to go," I stated again and headed towards the door.

Both men stepped in front of me blocking my path to the door. They were both laughing heartily. "Not a chance! Whoever let you in here has to come back to get you sooner or later. We can wait. We'll see who shows up to reclaim their little prize. Unless, of course, you want to confess and tell us who it is?" he suggested slyly.

"I have no idea what you are talking about," I replied. I walked back to the couch and sat down, taking out a cigarette and lighting it. "I was visiting a sick friend. I happened to pass by and found the door open. I thought it was a waiting room. My mistake," I shrugged at them both.

"Nice try!" he said folding his arms across his chest and shaking his head.

"Is there a phone I can use?" I asked. "I need to call home. They'll be wondering where I am," I said.

"Uh-uh! No way! You're not giving anyone a head's up on this!" he snorted with a lewd grin. "We'll wait and see who it is."

About that time, I heard the door click. I leaped to my feet just as Ed opened the door and stepped inside the lounge.

"Thank God!" I shrieked as I came to my feet.

"Are you the doctor in charge?" I asked hurriedly trying to warn Ed not to be baited into a trap of their conjectures. "These two men lured me up here and locked me in this room! They won't let me leave now. I'd like to file an official complaint against the two of them!" I threw in for good measure, "I think if you hadn't come in, they were going to rape me or something!"

The expression of shock on Ed's face was surpassed only by that of his two colleagues. Ed's reputation for being somewhat of a stiff-shirt made them strike a defensive posture.

They stood dumbfounded for several seconds before one of them began to sputter, "Ed, we found this girl in here! We were trying to get her to tell us who let her in, but she won't say a word. I swear, Ed! She was asleep on the couch when we came in!" he protested emphatically.

"These two lured me in here, Doctor!" I insisted loudly. "They said it was a private waiting room for the families of patients on this floor! They wouldn't let me leave or even use the phone," I explained. "Thank God, you came in when you did! Otherwise, I don't know what might have happened to me," I added for good measure.