DJ sat and held onto the seat while Bonnie put a disc in the player, and classical piano music began to echo through the room.
She carefully propped her phone and began to record, then walked to DJ. She stood in front of him, her body beginning to move, undulating sensually. She spun on her toes, hands above her head. When she stopped turning, she slowly unbuttoned the red blouse and tossed it over DJ’s head.
“That smells heavenly, Bon.”
When she pulled the blouse free, he could see the black strapless bra she was wearing. A trip around his chair with her hand dragging across his chest and shoulders and she was in front of him again, peeling off the leather pants. When she looked, the panties had come off with the pants.
“Uh-oh,” she said. “Now you can see my pussy.” She pushed the bra to her waist. “You might as well see my tits, too. You’ve seen it all before.” She stepped forward, straddling his chair, her legs spread wide, her womanhood hovering just an inch or two above his erection. “So close,” she said breathily against his lips. “So very, very close … but so far away.”
She began dancing around him, her breasts brushing the back of his head, her nipples rubbing the end of his nose.
Almost gasping, DJ asked, “What am I allowed to do.”
“Nothing, except to enjoy me.”
He was doing that for sure, but he was hoping for even more enjoyment when she moved to the phone and stopped the video.
“Same rules,” she said as she lifted his erection against his belly and sat on his thighs, pressing her belly against the erection. Her face moved closer to his until their lips brushed together, drawing a moan from DJ.
Hands to his cheeks, she pressed her lips against his, her tongue probing his very willing lips. Their tongues touched and danced, DJ still clinging tightly to the seat of the chair. Bonnie pressed their lips together harder, moaning with every movement she made.
“Does that answer your question?” she whispered.
“What question?” he groaned.
“The one that brought you here from Idaho.”
“I hope so.”
“Well, how about this?” she said, sliding back a few inches, then grasping and lowering his erection. “Now, keep your eyes open and look at me; don’t close them for anything. I’m going to do the same thing.” Still grasping his penis, she slid forward, feeling him filling her until she couldn’t slide any further. “Does this help?”
“It’s been nine years, Bon. Too long.” Her face was so close after being so far away for almost nine years.
“Too long,” she repeated as slowly and deliberately she began sliding back and forth on his thighs, intense feelings rippling through her body. She had treasured DJ nine years ago and was anxious to do it again now that he was the old DJ again.
“Bon, what about …?”
Still moving, she answered, “If in five minutes I’m pregnant, you’ll marry me, won’t you?”
“Pregnant or not, yes,” he said, and the impact of what she had said caused him to gasp.
“May I move my hands?”
“Please,” she implored him.
His hands went to her hips, gripping her tightly, his own hips moving in time with hers. It wasn’t long before she spoke.
“You know … that sound … you like … so well? It’s gonna happen.”
Almost immediately, the spasms began, her body seeming to vibrate, as well, the gasping moans matching the spasms and also matching his jerking and groaning as he joined her orgasm with his own.
They both stilled, the sound of their heavy breathing filling the room.
“I’m still looking at you,” he said, and you’re the most beautiful and wonderful thing in God’s creation.”
“If you keep talking like that, we’re going to have to do it again.”
“I’m already the happiest man in the world. That might push me over the top.”
“Sex can do that for a man, and what’s over the top.”
“Shengra La, utopia, perfection. I think I’m there already.”
“Since you’re still looking at me, you must know that I’m right there with you.”
They were silent for a moment, still clutching each other, and joined together.
“What made you decide?” DJ whispered.
“Mostly you, and then when I read number ten, it seemed like a sign and a better way to answer your question than just words.”
“I loved your answer and almost couldn’t believe it was happening.”
“Now I have to get ready for our Saturday meeting and have all my friends see me naked.
“I thought Friday was your meeting day.”
“It normally is, but with all of the videos to watch, we’re starting early Saturday morning.”
“Changing the subject, do I get to sleep in your bed tonight?”
“Are you serious?”
“Your words mean a lot to me.”
“Yes, and from now on, although we have some things to work out.”
“Well, I’ve been saving for eight years, and I can move back here and live comfortably for a year without working.”
“Was that your plan?”
“My plan was to drive from Boise, Idaho to here. That was as far as my plan went.”
“Before we discuss any plans, do you think that thing might stiffen up again?”
“It’s stayed stiff enough not to leave that special place, so I think we can take one more chance of getting you pregnant.”
“I can’t wait to have your babies,” she said, squeezing him against her once more.