Oh Lord, Help Me Keep My Panties on - By Lynda Burton Page 0,80

headed straight for the refrigerator. I heated up some leftovers and made myself a cup of coffee while I sorted through my mail. Then I dragged myself up the stairs and got ready for bed. Sometime that next afternoon I called Max and let him know that I was home. We made plans for that evening and decided on dinner and a movie. Max picked me up around 6 PM and took me to a quaint little restaurant in Manhattan.

During dinner, he did something unexpected that touched me. Max took the cork from the bottle of wine that we had ordered, pulled out a pen, and wrote the date and our names on it. Then he placed the cork in my hands and smiled. Then he said, “There will be more of these to come.” Then he smiled. When we got back to my house, he kissed me ever so gently and held me tight. “Would you mind if I spend the night with you?” Max asked. It had been awhile since I was with a man and decided to go for it even though it was against my better judgment. So I showed Max up to my bedroom, turned on the stereo, and put on soft music. I walked over to my dresser, lit two scented candles, and then walked over to Max. He kissed my lips then moved to my neck then my breast, nibbling, sucking, and tickling me with his tongue. He carefully undressed me until I stood before him naked. He walked me into the bathroom, and we showered together.

After we showered, he stepped out of the tub and reached for a towel and began to towel me off. He knelt down on his knees in front of me and placed my leg over his shoulder and began to lick my inner thighs. I placed my hands on top of his head to steady my balance and leaned back. He flicked his tongue across my clitoris and darted his tongue in and out between my lips till I began to shake. After a few moments, Max gently lifted my leg from his shoulders then stood up. He took me by the hand then led me into the bedroom. Then he picked me up and ever so gently placed me on the bed and began to kiss me as he climbed on top. He fumbled around a few minutes as he ripped open the condom then placed it around his swollen penis.

He tried to enter my vagina with a thrust that would have torn my delicate walls. “Oh . . .” I moaned as I grabbed his arm. “Gently,” I yelled. He slowed down and repositioned himself and tried it again. His initial entry was a little rough but then he relaxed, and I was able to open my legs wider. I can’t tell you how many orgasms I had that night, I lost count. All know is, I was exhausted when we finished some two hours later. The following day, we went to the bike party somewhere in Brooklyn and had a ball.

Eight weeks later, Max and I went to a bike shop in Queens, and I purchased my first bike. It was beautiful; I picked out a sixteen valve, 599cc, inline four, twin ram air induction, six speed gear box monster! The color was burnt orange, with a hint of gray with chromed out wheels. I was so proud! Since Max was so knowledgeable about bikes and had ridden most of his life, I let Max do all the talking with the salesmen. The salesmen agreed on a few modifications and changed the pipes, brakes, and brake-lines for a modest price. When the modifications were completed, the owner of the shop called and asked me if I would like to pick it up or have it delivered. You deliver? I asked. Yes we do. He replied. Well. Then, please deliver my precious bike to me please. I replied. We agreed on a time and date then hung up. I immediately called Max. Max! My bike will be delivered this Friday after 3PM, please come by and celebrate with me. I asked. Sure I will. He replied. Max knew that I had not ridden a bike in a long time and was glad that I was having the bike delivered. When it arrived that Friday afternoon he looked over the bike to make sure everything was changed to his instructions and gave the deliveryman a tip.