ONE HOT FEBRUARY NIGHT WITH MOYRA.
For well over four years I had worked in the same office building as Moyra and during that time we had got to know each other’s tastes in food, music, movies, jokes and such things. Moyra had always been very open and friendly towards me, right from the very first morning when she had walked into my office. Straight away she had introduced herself and without further formalities she promptly sat on the edge of the desk, swinging her legs as we chatted about all sorts of things…. just as if we had been best friends for twenty years at least.
Moyra had expressive eyes that were usually hazel, but many times when she had worn some blue clothing the colour of her eyes seemed to just magically change to sky blue. Or was it some change in her emotional state? And she joked that she had an imperfect figure. She explained that the ideal hour glass figure was 36-24-36…. but she was lacking in the boob measurement and she was only 34-24-36 (inches). To my eyes Moyra was just perfect - slim with a slender waist.
Fairly quickly I had learned that Moyra had been married for a number of years, but that the marriage really was not a bed of roses for her. The marriage was a “marriage of convenience” for her because she could not wait to move out of the family home and get away from all the frustrations she found there. There was no love, no emotional connection between Moyra and her husband at all. In fact, I was more than surprised to learn that immediately before their wedding the husband-to-be had gone off to the bachelors’ party and the stripper employed for the night’s raunchy entertainment was so good at her act that he had sex with the stripper in front of everyone! On the very same night Moyra had made a date with a previous boy friend to go to the movies, but they never made it to the movies and instead she had just “screwed her brains out for many hours” (her words, not mine).
Over many months, as our friendship had deepened, I had listened carefully to both the highs and the lows in her personal life. She gradually became as close as a well-loved sister and, in addition, she was a very dear and understanding friend who listened to all of my stories, a few of which she had bluntly called “your pure nonsense”. But, that deep and sincere friendship that we shared - without emotional complications - totally changed during one hot and humid February night….
Sometime rather early in January she invited me to supper at the small apartment she and her husband owned - and which was within easy walking distance of the duplex that I occupied. The supper invitation was for a specific Saturday night in February (and just before Valentine’s Day as it so happened!) But, Moyra made me promise strictly not to tell anyone! Particularly, after she had told me that I was to be the only guest for dinner while her husband was away in another city for just that one night! And please be informed that I am definitely a red-blooded heterosexual male! She took care to explain to me that she owed me “big time” for all sorts of favors and kindnesses that I had offered to her (for an example, the occasional trips in my car from our homes to the work place, and also the reverse trips homewards). She told me that she really wanted me to have the most perfect supper imaginable and she pressurized me to name my extra special, or my favorite, foods that she would cook and serve for me. And I had learned long before that time that she was an excellent cook, so I was really anticipating a cosy, gourmet style meal with my close friend, Moyra.….
So just after sunset on the pre-booked Saturday I arrived at her apartment. And this was not too many minutes after I had stepped out of a refreshing cool shower, which took the edge off the sub-tropical heat and humidity. My only contribution to the supper was a cold bottle of dry white wine in my hand. Moyra welcomed me warmly at the door with a firm hug and a brief kiss, which was our usual greeting by that time in our friendship. Also, I made the comment that I really liked the fresh floral perfume that she had used. (Later, I had remembered that she usually never bothered to use any perfume - even while she was at work.) Moyra ushered me into the lounge where we chatted while we selected a variety of background music.
The first two parts of the meal were served up informally, as we sat cross legged on the lounge carpets with our glasses of cool wine and thus the next couple of hours flew past as we were lost in our easy and flowing conversation. During that time the “secret” was revealed to me that Moyra was quietly terrified to be alone in the apartment and she wanted me to stay for the whole night with her, but “just for the company” as she insisted very strongly. Could I possibly refuse her direct request? Absolutely not! There was no doubt for even one micro-second… I could do nothing else - but I had to stay overnight with her. Honestly, I could never abandon my friend in need.
Just before midnight we decided not to have the specially prepared fresh fruit and meringue dessert that she had prepared earlier and had waited in the kitchen for final cooking. Neither of us was feeling hungry, despite the fact that Baked Alaska dessert was one of my personal favorite treats!
Moyra had mentioned she was suffering from some stress and tension while we were eating her specially prepared meal…. so I offered to massage her neck and back. This type of relaxation was just the normal communication between us, as I had often massaged her back and neck while at work and she sat upright in her typist’s chair facing the computer screen. But, this time she was able to create an intimate atmosphere. She quickly turned off the overhead lights, spread soft cushions on the lounge carpet and left the room briefly to fetch a bottle of aromatic massage oil plus a large, fluffy bath towel. She lay face down on the towel and lifted up the back of her blouse. For the very first time I could massage her back without any fabric or bra straps getting in the way as my massaging hands followed the lines of her muscles or sinews! It was a very pleasant surprise to me that she was not wearing a bra! However, she did not flaunt her bared breasts - and instead she acted rather coyly. My gentle, but firm massage technique soothed and relaxed her, within half an hour, to the point that she said she was feeling very sleepy. And I ended off with slow down strokes that were almost as light as a tickle.
However, she soon summoned up some extra energy and she offered to return the gift of the massage. And I accepted because it was “my special evening”, so I pulled my shirt up and Moyra massaged my neck and back in her slightly clumsy manner ….. with some sincere apologies from her because she did not know any of the “proper massage techniques”. Anyway, the gentle touch of her hands and fingers on my bare skin was rather soothing. And I will admit that I did have some sexual thoughts during her handling of me. After some time I just rolled sideways on the towel - getting closer to Moyra - as I was also feeling so very relaxed!
At that point we just cuddled closely as we lay on the floor and Moyra asked me to fantasize freely about where I wished I could be to escape the heat and humidity. When I paused to think about my ideal cool spot, Moyra jumped in quickly and she spoke about her fantasy of lying on velvet cushions scattered over a very deep pile carpet and right next to a full Olympic sized swimming pool! By then I was thinking about my imaginary stone cottage built high above the rocks, so that the rhythmic sounds of the ocean waves would lull us into a deep sleep.… But, coming back to the real world, the cushions and the lounge carpets on the wooden block flooring had become a little hard and uncomfortable on our hips and our shoulders.
So, she took me by the hand through to her double bed, which was in almost total blackness, with only the indirect scattering of light from street lights, which was filtered through the leaves of trees on the pavement outside the apartment. And we cuddled up again in much softer comfort on top of the blanket. Again Moyra made it absolutely clear in a sentence or two that she was not bringing me to her bed for sex!
But….as we cuddled together we kissed very lightly at first. Our soft touch kisses as friends became lingering kisses and the hugs got harder, got more prolonged…. Her neck was delicately kissed, as was her exposed ear. Our tongues delicately made contact and this light touch became probing and playful. Once we had started with serious French kissing there was no stopping the progress towards…..
Then the fingers of my left hand just brushed delicately across her flat stomach and belly button. The light movement was obviously rather pleasurable for her, because she immediately made a low growl deep in her throat. With that vocal appreciation my hand moved slightly higher and it brushed lightly over the swell of her firm breasts and the next time my palm moved over her erect nipples. Both of us enjoyed the closeness and I paid more attention to all caresses and motions that stimulated her pert, dark little nipples. After some time she sat up, paused for a moment as if deep in thought, before she pulled the blouse off over her head in one easy and fluid movement. Moyra turned back to face me and then unbuttoned my shirt so that she could remove it easily. We enjoyed the cool intimacy of being naked from the waist upwards…. She forced me to lie back down while she went to work on my own erect nipples, with her moist lips and wet tongue sucking or licking. This was a new and a very stimulating experience for me, as a male, having my nipples erotically touched.
Moyra caressed the bulge inside my jeans with one free hand as we kissed deeply - and as our tongues intertwined. Then quite suddenly, and without any extra words, she struggled to undo the leather belt and the zipper of my jeans. She encouraged me to lift my hips as she slid the jeans down my legs and off my feet. Moments later my brief underwear was removed swiftly and her tongue very briefly licked the head of my swollen penis as she gently gripped the shaft in her soft hand. She moved lower down my belly and she really started in earnest.… She nibbled, licked, blew, stroked, tickled, flicked, fondled and even let her hanging hair and the tips of her breasts brush over my rock hard erection. She used both hands to push her breasts together to create a slippery tunnel for my penis. Even my balls could not escape her varied touches and they got the royal treatment! The ultimate caress was the delicate tickle of her nails lightly contacting the creased skin and crisp pubic hair. This was intensely stimulating. All this slow touching was a luxurious feeling that I had only ever dreamed about in my erotic, wet dreams! Her husband was an avid collector of porn movies, which she told me had often really irritated her. However, she had used some of the tricks that she had seen in the XXX movies, but that she had never tried out for herself - until I got really lucky to be on the receiving end during that hot night!
As my excitement grew she easily slid her lips over my rigid penis and took it into her warm mouth so deeply that it felt like it was almost going right down her throat! Then she very slowly began moving her head up and down while her tongue caressed one side. She increased the up and down bobbing of her head until I was breathing deeply and almost ready to explode. Quietly I begged Moyra to stop and I gently rolled her on top of me. We hugged and laughed with the extreme pleasure we had shared, her silky soft skin touching my much coarser skin and hairy chest. A thin film of sweat on our skin, caused by the heat and the humidity, was like a fine lubricating oil. Both used our hands as we stroked and caressed slowly all the curves and bumps….
Gently I caressed and stroked her silky legs and up her muscular thighs with my oil smoothed hands. Her short denim skirt was quickly unbuttoned at the waist and it was removed easily when she lifted up her hips to help me. And Moyra even apologized for wearing the plain white, cotton bikini panties that “proved” that she had not worn any sexy lace underwear with the deliberate intentions of seducing me. My thumbs slipped under the elastic waist band of her panties, again she lifted her hips off the bed and together we slid the panties down from her hips until there was just a damp bundle at the bottom end of the wide bed.
Then the triangular tangle of her short and soft curly pubic hair was revealed to my loving gaze, despite the semi darkness. So I bent down and gently kissed the pouting lips that revealed themselves shyly, moist to my lips, and fragrant to my nose. With the golden sunrise some hours ahead, now it was Moyra’s turn to lie back, spread out on her double bed, and to enjoy being spoilt by my fingers, lips, tongue, beard, penis….. Her voice became a low moan of pure pleasure, almost a deep animal growl, and that sound is one I will never ever forget……