The Sweet Water of the Fountain

She could be dreaming of how she and her new husband would soon replay the ritual in the darkness of their hotel room. Nothing would separate his hands from the bareness of the whole of her. He would touch her and claim her. Not long after she would lie on her bed and open herself to him. He would mount her and...

"What do you think you're looking at?" demanded a familiar voice dashing Avery's imaginings.

It was Jolene and she was laughing. He hoped not, but he was nearly certain that she could read his evil, lustful thoughts. She was holding a fresh glass of champagne. It had been a long time, but Avery knew that look of Jolene's when she had a few more drinks than normal.

The ritual on the dance floor concluded. The garter was retrieved from the bridal thigh and duly tossed to the waiting mob. The ritual was complete. The altar became a chair again and someone swept it away and replaced it at the table from which it had been borrowed.

The DJ came to life and began playing a rock and roll number. The young people hurried to the dance floor. The older ones crept to the margins of the room. Avery wished they could have played a few standards, just as a courtesy to the non-rockers, but it was not to be.

The level of the sound system overwhelmed the banquet hall. Avery looked around hoping to find an escape. He spied Bert and he could tell that Bert's eyes were on Jolene. He was sure to ask her to dance. After a few drinks, Jolene might do anything. Avery looked for a way out.

He bent over so that Jolene could hear him.

"Do you like this music?" he shouted in her ear.

Jolene looked back at him and shook her head 'no'.

"Why don't we go," Avery said. "Maybe the motel has a bar."

Jolene nodded 'okay' and they moved to the door. Soon they had said their 'good-byes' and had moved from the main room to the entryway of the banquet hall.

"Oh my word! Look at it pouring," Jolene cried as they were about open the door to the outside.

The pleasant afternoon summer sky had transformed into a nighttime deluge.

"It looks like we'll have to stay awhile longer," Avery mumbled. He thought of Bert waiting in the main room.

"No, let's run," Jolene cried.

She grasped Avery's hand and ran laughing through the rain toward the motel whose lights blurred in the distance. The couple was drenched before reaching the halfway point. It made Jolene laugh even harder. Her dress was soaked through and hugged her figure like a sleazy negligee.

The rain saturated her hair, too, and the careful arrangement lay in dark strings around her shoulders. It made Jolene laugh all the more as they ran the rest of the way to the front door of the motel.

Avery knew that it was the Whiskey Sours and extra glasses of champagne that was making Jolene act the way she was. Still, it made him remember times in years gone by when they would open their arms to the fun of it all and that led them to search for other delights of the senses.

They burst through the front door of the motel panting for breath after their long run through the downpour.

"Hey, Jolene," Avery warned, "that rain made your dress see-through, if you know what I mean. You better not let the desk clerk see you. We'll go around to the side door."

"I don't care," Jolene blared back at him, like a trumpet in fanfare, and tossed her hands over her head.

Avery sighed. The damage was done, since his wife's display drew attention from anyone nearby.

"Well, we can't go to the bar like this. Let's just make our way to the elevator and then get to our room and get dried off."

"Whatever..." Jolene replied.

Avery wondered what she meant by that, and Jolene said no more as they stumbled in their wet clothes through the motel hallway and onto the elevator. Soon they were in the room. Jolene handed Avery a clothes hangar.

"Here," she said, "put your wet things on this and I'll hang it over the bathtub to drip dry.

She took the wet suit from Avery and picked up a small suitcase with which she disappeared into the bathroom. Avery fished through their suitcase and picked out his pajamas. He shed the rest of his wet clothes and put the cotton bottoms on. It wasn't very late, but he figured on getting an early start in the morning. He found the remote control for the TV and sat in bed and clicked it. There was a baseball game on. He knew Jolene would want a movie—or maybe she'd just roll over and sleep off her drinks while he finished the game.

Avery watched the game and forgot about Jolene in the bathroom while a half-inning went by. As the players trotted off the field and a commercial took over the handle on the bathroom door made a slow turn.

The door pushed open a little way at first, and then all the way. Jolene had turned off the overhead light, so it was hard to see her. She moved closer to the bed without speaking. Avery flipped the sheet and blanket up on her side of the bed. She must have missed the signal.

Jolene took a look at the TV playing the commercial and then at Avery. She moved the rest of the way across the room and took the remote control from Avery's hand, fumbled with it for a second and the TV went to black.

"Do you remember this?" she asked.

Avery looked up at her. She had dried her hair and was wearing a long, blue nightgown that he had once bought her for an anniversary gift. He hadn't seen it in years and for a moment wondered if it was still the same negligee that he recalled. Her question gave the answer.

He took a longer look and saw that she still fit into the gown quite well. It draped down from the lacy straps at her shoulders over the rounded curve of her hips. It reminded him of the tight fit of the bride's gown earlier that day. There was a bodice that cradled her breasts. It had a filigree of lace sewn into the cups that hugged them while seeming to offer them to the beholder at the same time. Jolene's breasts were full and Avery thought he might be able to detect the outline of a nipple in the delicate pattern. He wasn't certain about that, but was sure that at some moment soon he wanted to hold them in his hands.

Jolene's boldness surprised Avery and he was glad. He was sure it was the drinks, although Jolene didn't appear under the influence any more. At any rate he thought he stood a better chance to get her to be more receptive of all the things he could do for her.

"Well, what do you think?" she demanded.

Avery had lost track of the seconds, or minutes, that that he had sat on the bed looking at her.

"I think you look real good, Jolene," he replied. "Turn around."

Jolene did, making a slow pirouette in place. Avery looked at the back of her as he did the front. The back of the gown was scooped and descended low, exposing her down to the small of her back. Her long, brown hair lay in soft waves between her shoulder blades. The fabric outlined her cheeks and clung to them. Jolene finished the rotation and faced him again.

"I think you look real good, Jolene," he repeated.

She drew a deep breath. "I do, too," she exhaled. "Do you think that's what Bert wanted to see?"

"I suppose..." Avery started to say.

"Well, he can't," Jolene said. "It's all for you, Avery, and no one else."

"I don't really care about Bert right now," Avery countered. He had slid down on the bed and was lying on his back.

"I don't, either," Jolene replied.

She bent forward and grasped Avery's pajamas by the waistband and started tugging at them. Avery raised his hips to help her and soon she had pulled them off. She tossed them, across the room where they landed on the TV.

"I'm going to leave the light on," she whispered, pointing to the small reading lamp at the bedside. Avery was sure that things were going to be different. "Move over to the center of the bed," she ordered.

She climbed on the bed with him and Avery saw that she was panting. Avery had spread his legs apart. She knelt in that space and then smoothed her soft hands up and down his thighs several times and then licked her lips. She stopped and had an expression on her face as if she'd forgotten something.

Avery wished that she would touch his penis because it had become very hard and wanting. She hooked her thumbs into the straps on her shoulders and guided them down her arms. The bodice fell away from her breasts and pooled around her waist.

"I'm calling the shots tonight, Avery," she warned.

Then she planted her hands alongside each side of his groin and bent low from the waist. She took all of him in her mouth at once. She pressed her head down, trying to take him in a bit further. The sudden sensation surprised him.

It was raw, more powerful than playful nibbles about the corona. It was warm and wet and personal. Just as Avery got used to the feeling, she raised herself off him.

She rolled the tip of him around in her lips. It felt good, too, like the entrance of her vagina when she was ready for him. He savored the pleasure, but not for too long, for she descended on him again and he was deep inside her once more. She held him there and began gentle suction. Avery thought he couldn't stand it any longer, but couldn't bring himself to ask her to stop.

She went through her routine several more times in an unhurried way. She made little sounds as though she enjoyed the feeling of him in her mouth. It made Avery want to stay there. At long last he made himself lift her chin with his fingers and she pulled off him and gave him a questioning look as her breasts hung from her chest like ripened fruit.

"You have to stop," Avery panted. "If you keep it up I'll come."

He took hold of her arms and tugged her upward so that he could return the favor. It would have been according to the script.

"No," she whispered and broke her hands free.

Jolene grasped Avery's wrists as hard as she could. She pinned them to the mattress at his sides. She dove down and engulfed him anew. Avery felt her tongue swirling over the crown and she sucked a little harder. Her lips had a firm hold on him and she began stroking her head up and down.

He looked down and he saw her looking back at him. It was a piercing look, searching and telling him something at the same time. He had never seen it before. It was full of insistence and desire and something else that was primitive and Avery couldn't quite define. She kept looking up at him and her eyes locked his in place staring back.

There was no escape so Avery surrendered to it. He cast away anything that might have held him back. The pleasure began surging. It began as a distant call at first and then became stronger each moment. It was pleasant, and then became compelling. It insisted and then demanded that he let her bring him to release. Jolene kept working on him and he thought for a second to warn her, but knew, somehow, that Jolene wanted no warning.

He came hard and he cried out as he did. He did so without shame and the explosion of his voice seemed to make that of his body pour forth even stronger. Jolene kept up the suction, not too hard or too little. She drained it all out of him.

When it was over Jolene raised her head up, releasing him. She knelt straight up. Her jaw was clenched shut and she rounded her lips up in a contented smile. She threw her head back and Avery saw the muscles in her throat move as she swallowed. Then she lowered her head and smiled again.

"At last," she whispered and gave out one last panting breath.

Avery was beginning to recover from his climax. He reached up to hold her breasts, but she pushed his hands away. She moved her body until she straddled him and her sex was over his face. Avery could smell the musky wetness. Her negligee draped over his head like a tent.

"Make me come, Avery," she panted in a husky whisper. "Make me come hard."

She ground herself down on him. Avery grabbed her buttocks and pulled her in even closer. He stuck his tongue out in search of her pleasure. Jolene maneuvered herself from above to help him find the right spot. He heard her panting and whispering 'yes—yes' every so often. He could barely breathe, but did not care. The pace accelerated—faster and faster—and soon she was climaxing, just as he did. His face was drenched, and that was fine, too.

It was done; they found it once again and it was good.

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When morning came Avery woke to the sensation of Jolene playing with the nipple on his chest. At first he decided to pretend not to notice and save a few minutes to remember the night before.

He felt Jolene's body lying alongside him with her breast resting on his chest. He remembered how the nightgown finally did come all the way off as they ravished one another again and then drifted to sleep.

Jolene must have been impatient because she twisted his little bud a little harder and he decided he had better open his eyes.

She looked at him and smiled for a second and then giggled a little.

"After we make love, let's check out and get on the road. I'd like to stop for lunch at that place on the lake."

"You mean Ford's Landing?" Avery asked.

"That's right," she answered. "What do you think?"

"I think that I like it when you play with my nipples," Avery answered.

"That's not what I asked you," she retorted with a small laugh.

"That's all I can think about right now."

Jolene threw her leg over his groin and she was on top of him. She bent low and kissed him and then traced his lips with her tongue.

"I can make you take your mind off of that," she purred.

Avery reached around her shoulders and stroked her length down her back to her flanks and over her cheeks.

"Off of what?" he teased and they both laughed.

"And what about the stop at Ford's Landing?" she asked again.

"I like the idea," Avery answered. "I like it a lot."

And then they didn't say anything more for a while.

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THE END