Ice Water

I could see the tiny beads of sweat clearly on the tip of his forehead. It seemed he was trying very hard to start "learning" (making love) with me. Just for your information, at the place where we work with Madam Suzanne, we all call making love "learning." Sound very unusual choice of words, right?

"What's wrong, dear? Having trouble getting up?" I stretched and moved my body as erotically as possible, making the old man in front of me look even more impatient. His throat moved up and down as he repeatedly swallowed and cleared his throat.

"Ugh, honey, I really want to get in quickly, but this little guy is so hard to get to cooperate. Every time I try to get him in, he goes limp again...." His voice sounded pitiful. His eyes looked helplessly at his own powerless part.

I held back my laughter at his half-wrinkled, gloomy face. Quickly, I put on the sad face I usually use in situations like this, pretending to sympathize with his helpless little friend.

"Let me help you, so he can wake up quickly," I offered. The old man's eyes instantly lit up, like a child promised a dream gift.

"Of course! Of course! You can use anything you want to help, honey ...." His face looked enthusiastic and excited. Again, I held back my laughter. After all, he was a guest who had to be served well and to the fullest. He quickly sat down and adjusted his position.

"But I want to use my hands only, okay? You remember my conditions, right? You haven't forgotten, have you ...." I made my voice as soft as possible. I started to move closer to his body.

The old man next to me chuckled, "I remember, of course I remember. You don't want to use your mouth and don't want to play through the back. You don't want any red marks on your body. And, you don't want to be asked to take off your mask." He gently touched the soft velvet mask covering my eyes.

I smiled, "Good. Okay then, I'll help now." The old man quickly nodded, letting me start to climb onto his body. He swallowed again as my hand slowly moved down to his little friend, I deliberately moved slowly, with gentle movements I began to reach his still-sleeping little friend. I could hear his breathing becoming more irregular. Oh dear, I hope this old man doesn't have a history of heart attack!

"My dear, if you want, you can play with my twins ..." I whispered softly near his ear, his reaction was as I expected. I could see his eyes, which were half-closed, immediately open halfway, his face now slightly red, looking like a hungry person wanting to devour the food in front of him.

"Yes, I want to, honey. Really? I can play with these beautiful twin peaks?" he asked, trying to reassure himself. I nodded while bringing my twins closer to his face. Meanwhile, my hand below started to help his little friend, which was getting harder.

My trick almost always worked. I didn't need to exert myself making love, just my hand working was enough. You are really smart, Raveline! I praised myself.

For a moment, I let the old man play with my twins. His eyes were sometimes half-closed, sometimes open, and from his lips, I occasionally heard sounds like someone eating something spicy. He seemed to think of my twins as candy. I could feel the repeated gentle sucking movements from his lips. I couldn't help but moan from the ticklish sensation.

My hand moved faster, after nearly three years of practice. So, it's no surprise that my skills have improved. Isn't it true that those who study diligently become smarter?

It didn't take long for me to feel the old man's thing in front of me getting warmer and more solid. Soon it would be ready to release. One, two, three ... I started counting in my head. By the count of six, I could feel something warm flowing between my fingers.

"Aaaaaw!" I let out a soft scream while pulling back my body.

"Honey ... I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" The old man looked shocked, "Did it hurt?" he asked with a guilty face.

I smiled as sweetly as possible, "Not too painful, really. Just surprised, suddenly being bitten like that." This time I answered honestly.

"I couldn't help it. Yours felt like jelly candy, so chewy and soft. Without realizing it, I wanted to bite."

I giggled, "Oh, dear, you're so funny." I grabbed a cloth and dampened it with warm water from the side of the bed. Madam had already prepared everything needed for after 'learning' together.