Chapter 3

“Well my bed isn’t messed up enough. Could work on that.”

“Temp me tiger, temp me. Heaven help me. I feel like a kid again. All I want to do is be with you Kim.”

“I’m glad. I’m pretty hooked on you already myself.”

The next month became a transition period as we consolidated our lives, our belongings, and I started living in her, well now, our apartment. It was a good time for both of us. Our personalities were so similar, our likes, interests, just everything. Almost like we were identical twins. I even let go of my apartment.

The days were torture. Time passed like all the clocks had been unplugged and the watches stopped. Fucking customers, forever asking for help. Get a life. Don’t bother me. Go away. But when I walked through that front door and saw Kim each evening, I was a reborn teenaged girl. My motor was roaring and my pussy needed taking care of. And Kim had the medicine for me. Her pussy wrapped around my tongue, and mine around hers. That was the ticket for both of us. I was sure the neighbors thought wildcats had moved in next door with the way we’d scream and moan through the evening and night.

Summer was at last here and we’d been together 9 months. We had celebrated being together every day and today was no different.

“Hey Jenny! Guess what I won?” She was waving an envelope and rolling towards me. I picked her up and held her in my arms. God was she light and nice to hold.

“First, how’s my little sex pot? Who loves ya baby?”

“You do.” Kim wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. “No one loves me as good as my beautiful Jenny.”

“No silly. You won something.”

“Oh. … Yup. I’m holding a letter that says we have won … ta da … 14 nights in Jamaica plus air fair for 2. How’s that sound my favorite pussy cakes?”

“Do we leave tonight?”

“I wish. It’s at one of those adult only places. Just think of all the hot bodied tanned chickies we’ll get to ogle. Woo Hoo!”

“We need to get you one of those tiny thong bathing suits. You’ll make peoples eyes fall out.”

“Yeah, or just puke.”

“Good. All the more attention I can lavish on you stud muffin.”

“Oh yeah? Pussy licker.”

Still cradled in my arms, I walked straight in to the bedroom and tossed her short body onto the bed, ripped her clothes off, and began licking her pussy.

“Oh you suck me so good, oh yeah pull my clit way out like that, yeah baby, yeah baby. The 60 second cum! All most there, yeah, yeah … Oh you’re good, real good. … Fucking good baby.”

I cupped my hands over her hips, where her legs used to be. “Damn nice not to have these in the way. Damn nice.” I kissed her all over her hips, ran my fingers though her ass crack, over her asshole, licked her pussy lips, teasing them as I nibbled and pulled on them with my lips, my teeth.

“There’ll be hell to pay if you stop now Jenny Lou!” Not my name, but she’d toss it in when she wanted to make sure to get my attention. “You better fucking finish this next orgasm for me!”

I kept sucking her clit like a small cock, a finger explored her pussy, pressed against that wonderful patch of skin, that spot in her pussy, stroked it more and more. Her hands, her fingers grabbed the sheets, pulling it from the corners of the mattress, holding it tight across her face, then in her mouth to muffle her screams, her hips were bouncing left and right. I held on with my hands now as I sucked her clit. Her fingers scraped across her chest leaving marks.

“Oh my God Jenny. That’s … that’s … oh yeah Jenny … oh yeah.”

“Was it gooood for youuu?” I teased knowing full well it was one of her best orgasms.

“Oh you are a gooood fucker. I write it on all the bathroom walls.”

“Wondered what all those strange phone calls were about?”

Kim forced me onto my back and held me down with her hand pressing against my shoulders. Her lips teased mine, first just pressing against them, then licking them lightly spreading moisture around, my tongue touching her lips here and there. She took her time. I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to. I wanted to be her prisoner. I was hers now. She dragged her tongue everywhere, across my eyes, my ear lobes, she nibbled some, licked some.

I already burned like a person in the desert and she had just started. I tried to touch myself, couldn’t. Tried to touch her, she wouldn’t let me.

Minutes, felt like hours, as she worked over my face, my neck, with her mouth, still holding me down. With almost imperceptible movements, she worked her way down my throat, across my chest, stomach. I was trying to beg her to kiss my pussy, but she would cover my mouth with her hand, her mouth, then start again each time I asked or begged.

I ached, the passion overwhelming. I was desperate for release, to be touched all over my pussy. Everything else was very nice, I just wanted to be touched, kissed, sucked, there, my pussy, my cunt, there! Nowhere but there!

On the 3rd pass, now below my stomach, she kissed my navel and then skipped over my pussy and kissed my thighs, first the left, then the right. She teased me, letting her mouth hover over my pussy, my cunt. I could feel her warm, her hot breath blow on it. She was so close. Oh my God, please! Her legless hips were in my face, her body on my chest, her mouth between my hips and knees. I leaned down and tried to kiss her pussy, to urge her to kiss mine, but she pulled it away, threatening to start over with my face, taking even longer to get where I desperately wanted her to be.

Her face comes close to the goal again. I can almost feel her tongue lick to one side of my labia, then the other. Oh fuck you Kim! I’m going to cum all over your face as soon as your tongue touches my cunt, my clit. She does. Oh my God, she does. The electricity races though my whole body. I pull her hips against my face, almost biting into them as I convulse, spasm, shake uncontrollably. This is it. Thank you, thank you. Hell yes. This is it.

I fall back, chest pounding, heart racing, feeling darkness coming over me. I try to stay in this world. I try hard. Oh my goodness that was good. My hand holds my chest to keep my heart inside. I can feel my heart start to slow a little. I’m going to live. Yes, I’m still alive. Life returns to me.

“I love you Kim. I do. Always be here with me.”

The plane landed in Jamaica. It was so bloody hot as we got off the plane. My clothes were instantly soaking wet. Got Kim’s chair, went through customs, got one small suitcase, filled with bathing suits and a few skirts and blouses, from the carousel, down the elevator, and waited and waited. Melting even more. Eventually we saw a man holding up a sign with our names.

“We’re Kim and Jenny.”

He was from the resort and drove us there. Glad he was driving. I didn’t know all the correct beeps of the horn for sure.

We checked in. Our room looked like a hut with what appeared to be a grass roof. All the rooms were like ours, little huts under palm trees all over the place. A living room, bedroom, and bath. The air conditioner worked hard, almost begging to be put out of it’s misery. ‘hum, hum, shoot me, hum, hum, shoot me’. I was sure that’s what it sounded like. It was cool inside though. Nothing like outside. Plenty of space, more than I thought from the first glance outside. Wide doorways. Very accessible as promised.

I watched as Kim swung from her chair and launched herself in an arc, as if shot from a cannon, hips first onto the middle of the bed. She’s cute when she does that, but I do worry about her overshooting. I fell backwards onto the bed and landed next to her.

“Well pussy licker, what do you think?”

“Hey muff diver. I think you’re pretty fine. Nice ass for a lady without legs.”

“Good enough for you to eat?”

“Yeah, I guess? Want to check out the natives?”

“Only ‘yeah, I guess’? If that’s all, let’s get those band aid sized thongs on and go terrorize everyone.”

It was clear from the women around the pool, that we might have been silly to be concerned about the way we looked in thongs. Oh my God. I hope this is not everyone that is here. A few looked like chubby Mary’s from work, but in a thong. If anyone gets upset at Kim for showing her stumps, I’ll get my gun out. Oh my. Where’s the barf bag. Some of the guys weren’t much better.

I spread out our towels, helped Kim down from her chair. Sure, she can manage, but I love to do things for her even if it is faster when I don’t help.

The sun in the tropics felt nice on our aging skin. Already in Heaven. Right now I didn’t care if I died from skin cancer. Just loved laying next to Kim. We held hands, talked, looked around, acted like young lovers. Some man with the hotel knew exactly what I wanted and handed us each a very tall rum punch. Guess you can’t be in Jamaica without one in your hand, everyone seems to have one. Doesn’t take long before there are no cares in the world with one of these. Just one happy buzz.

Eventually, a few hot body women sit by the pool. I’m happy now. Good eye candy, real good. Tasty I’m sure. What a dirty old lady I am.

Hours pass, sun starts to go down, nice red glow in the sky, sailor’s delight they say. Dinner is set in an open air eating area. Wheelchair by a table for 2, saving our place, I cradle Kim in my arms to go thought the line. People stare, we ignore them. As far as we’re concerned, we’re the only people in this world. A server insists I let him get our food for us.

The food is great, but not what we normally eat, but still great. Not sure what it was, but remembered that most everything tastes like chicken. Didn’t look like chicken. Hoped it wasn’t fried shark penis. After dinner, we tried a place in the resort by the beach that makes burgers. Better. Now we’re full.

Sun is down now. Chair in the room. I carry Kim, love to have her cradled in my arms, one of her arms is around my neck, not very far from the room, to the ‘Swing Bar’ on a pier over the ocean. One with swings for seats, all hanging from long ropes around a circular bar. We take the last 2. Bar tender hands us two rum punches. Kim swings back and forth. People watch with amazement and fascination as her short black skirt flips up as she swings forward. Flips sometimes more than other times, revealing too much. No one minds that.