Free Nice Couples Do by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

position and pulled him gently into her bedroom. For the rest of his life, Phil would always remember that room: heavy mahogany furniture covered with lace doilies; a mirrored tray on the bureau with bottles of perfume and hand lotion displayed on it; lace curtains that stirred in the slight noontime breeze.
    The room smelled of Jergen’s lotion. Years later, he always got an erection when he smelled that particular almond aroma. Angie guided him until he stood next to the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed, unbuckled Phil’s belt, and unzipped the fly of his jeans. Ever so slowly, she pulled his pants down, until he stood in his shorts.
    “Such a beautiful body,” she whispered. She pressed the palm of her hand against the swelling that bulged beneath the front of his shorts. “And such a big boy, too.”
    He said nothing as she pulled down his shorts. He kept thinking that he should be embarrassed, but he wasn’t. He was just wildly excited, afraid that if she touched him, he would shoot all over the room.
    “A guy like you needs a woman like me to teach him.”
    “I’ve made it with girls before,” Phil protested. He was twenty and she mustn’t think he was a virgin.
    “I know that,” Angie said, “but you’ve never made love to anyone like me, have you?”
    He had no time to answer, for Angie took his huge cock in her mouth and started to suck on it. It was only moments until he climaxed deep in her throat. She swallowed hard and licked her lips.
    Phil was upset by how quickly he had come, but Angie said, “It’s always so fast the first time I make love with someone new. Now, we have a little time.” She stood up and pushed Phil to a sitting position on the bed.
    Angie unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall to the floor. Then she pulled off her jeans and her underpants. “I like it when you look at me.” Her body was mature but still firm. She had large breasts and a waist that had thickened over the years. Her pubic patch was large and the hair spread over much of her lower stomach.
    Sensuously, she ran her hands over her skin. “Would you like to touch me and learn about how to give a woman pleasure?” She looked at Phil’s penis, already erect again, and chuckled. “Of course you would.”
    She lay on the bed on her side next to him and rested her cheek on her palm. She took his hand and pressed it against her erect nipples. “Feel how hard they get. That’s because I’m excited, anxious to feel your hard young cock inside of me.”
    When he moved to straddle her, she pushed him back and chuckled. “Don’t rush so. Enjoy the whole experience first. Touch me all over. You want to, don’t you?”
    This was so different from making out in the front seat of a car. He could take his time and touch and look all he wanted. Angie lay back. Phil ran his hands over her skin. She was moist with perspiration, so his fingers slipped and slid. She guided his fingers to the sensitive spots on her sides and her neck. Then ultimately, he touched her breasts and the insides of her thighs.
    “Touch with the flats of your fingers, then with the tips. Make your touches both firm and whisper-soft like a feather. Use your fingernails to scratch lightly. Touching is a game of sensations, all kinds of sensations.”
    She watched his eyes and his hands as they caressed and scratched and pinched every part of her body. Slowly, his fingers ventured into her black pubic hair. “Pull some of the curls, gently. It’s another sensation.”
    He did and he felt her gasp with pleasure. More than anything, he wanted to touch between her legs. She hadn’t yet guided his hand there, but he took the initiative and slipped his hand through her hair to her hot, open flesh.
    He explored every fold and smiled as she moaned. “You learn quickly,” Angie said.
    Remembering what she had said about sensations, he squeezed her swollen, wet outer lips gently and watched her face. Her eyes were tightly shut and the tip of her tongue