Free Now and Forever--Let's Make Love by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd Page B

shorts, he began to pump and stroke it furiously.
     He, too, had lost track of where he was, and he could see only the couple next to him. She moved around in her seat so that
     he could see her beautiful, round ass and her wet, juicy cunt. Jeff watched her head bob up and down on her date’s cock as
     the man’s hands gripped the back of her head.
    She reached down between her legs with one hand and started stroking her glistening cunt, her fingers flying faster and faster
     the closer her man got to orgasm. Suddenly, the man tensed, trying his best to stifle a scream, obviously filling her mouth
     with semen. She plunged three fingers into her pussy and Jeff could see her lips contracting as she came again. At the same
     time, Jeff came, turning slightly so that several drops of fluid fell on her beautiful ass. The man sat with his head thrown
     back, totally spent. The woman rested her head in his lap, and with one finger, she wiped a drop of Jeff’s come off her ass
     and, slowly, seductively, brought it to her lips. She extended her tongue and, with the tip, licked Jeff’s come from her fingers.
     “Mmm,” Jeff heard her purr. He knew that she had enjoyed giving the show as much as he had enjoyed watching it.
    Suddenly, Jeff was aware that the credits were rolling up the screen. He had missed almost the entire movie while dreaming
     about the woman in the red T-shirt. He looked to his left and saw a row of empty seats. No woman, with or without a red T-shirt.
     Not that he would have done anything even if he could have, he realized. He was a happily married man. But anyone could fantasize.
    He thought of his wife of almost two years, who was arriving home from a business trip later that evening, and smiled. He
     would meet her at the airport, and then, when they got home …
CHARLOTTE’S FANTASY
    Charlotte loved romance novels. She read at least two a week and enjoyed nothing more than curling up with a book on a winter
     afternoon while her husband watched sports on TV. After reading one particularly erotic scene, she found herself gazing off
     into space.
    Charlotte ran across the dark yard toward the gazebo, where she knew Armand would be waiting. Not even noticing the sultry
     Louisiana heat, she lifted her hooped skirt and felt the dew-dampened grass soak her silk slippers as she sped away from the
     music and rich food and revelers in the mansion behind her. No one must see me, she thought, looking over her shoulder. Good.
     No one.
    About fifty feet from the gazebo, she slowed, then stopped and tried to catch her breath. Was she breathless from running
     or from the expectation of Armand’s muscular arms, lean body, and handsome face? He would be her husband in a few weeks, but,
     except for a few minutes at the party thrown in their honor, she hadn’t seen him in almost a month.
    “I’m here, darling,” the husky voice said.
    A smile lighting her face, she lifted her hoop skirt higher and ran to the gazebo, to Armand. She climbed the three steps
     and almost threw herself into her fiancé’s arms. “Oh Armand,” she whispered. “This is so dangerous. We shouldn’t be alone
     like this. What would Papa and Mama say?”
    “I couldn’t bear to watch you from a distance, looking at you politely, telling everyone how much I am looking forward to
     our wedding.” He closed his arms tightly around her and buried his face in her hair. “Oh darling, I wanted to hold you, to
     touch you, to love you.”
    Charlotte turned her face up to his and felt his lips brush hers. “Oh yes,” she whispered against his mouth.
    He pressed his lips more tightly against hers and rubbed his tongue against their joining. “Open for me, pet. Let me taste
     you.”
    Tentatively, as she had done a few times before, she parted her lips and let his tongue plunder her mouth’s depths. They kissed
     for long moments, and Charlotte felt heat flow over her. She pulled back, withdrew a lacy handkerchief from her cleavage,