Precious Memories: Part 9 (Reader Release) (Patreon)

Her hands are gentle as she dries me. The towel is soft, as is the robe she wraps me in. Not a word is spoken and that pause continues as she sits me down on the toilet to brush my hair. The smiles were gone, the giggles silent, as she cares for me. I think she sensed something had changed while she had stepped out, and it had. I didn’t feel like laughing anymore. I just wanted Carol close to me, as if her presence alone protected me from the trauma that loomed beyond my mental fog.

After checking on my dressing Carol stands me up, pulls my arm around her shoulder while she wraps an arm around my waist, then leads me back through the living room and to her bedroom. After the opulence of the bathroom the bedroom is everything I expected it to be. Classy, cozy, spacious and sensuous. The warm lighting is soft and relaxing, the air tingles with a subtle yet exciting spicy incense, the heavy drapes block out the outside world and the art on the walls tastefully erotic. The room is feast for the senses, a perfectly matched array of sumptuous colors and textures greet the eye and the hand. The blankets are already folded back for me. Carol helps me out of the warm robe then guides me into the silk sheets, which were pleasantly cool and liquid smooth against my naked flesh. I sink into the feather pillows she’d piled up against the headboard for me as she pulls the covers over me.

Stroking my hair she leans over me and kisses my forehead then picks up the remote from the nightstand beside me and starts the movie on the big screen that dominated the opposite wall. The opening notes of a frolicking flute lead soundtrack begins as large Japanese letters fill the screen. Patting my chest she says. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She then turns. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

I watch her leave then turn my attention to the screen. The credits fade into the scene of a busy train platform, the whimsical tunes continue as the camera pans along the crowd that were filing into the commuter train’s open doors until it meets a stressed looking salaryman in a rumpled black suit and crooked glasses carrying a stack of poorly bound folders in his arms hurrying to try to catch the train. A moment later…boom! The man runs into a stunning blond white woman in a scarlet red dress, a woman whose bed I was currently lying in. Papers fly as both figures are knocked to the floor. The camera pans slowly downward where we find Carol’s character sitting, legs spread, and shaking her head, the angle carefully positioned to emphasize that her skirt was open while not actually showing anything. The man, meanwhile, is on his hands and knees in front of her. He picks up his glasses, puts them on the begins to look up. He suddenly stops and his eyes bulge in an over the top reaction as he gets an inadvertent view up the woman’s skirt. He recoils back, his eyes still as wide as an owl’s. Carol’s character shakes off the cobwebs, not realizing what the man had seen, gets to her feet and dusts herself off. The music trills, clearly denoting a comic beat for the audience to laugh, as the woman stands over the kneeling man among his papers and asks him something in a sweet, polite voice. The man, flustered and stammering, apologizes to her…the realizes the suggestive position the pair had found themselves in. With the help of an unseen wire he leaps to his feet with impossible swiftness and starts dusting her off as well, before pulling his hands back as if they’d been burned.

The movie was cheesy, it was stupid, and it was absolutely what I needed right now. Though I didn’t understand a word of the comedy the humor whisks me away, the Prophet and Prue and the hands around my neck all but forgotten. Young, vibrant, impossible to take your eyes off of, Carol’s charisma and talent shone through the screen and transcended the hokey material. I did wonder how she felt about her genitalia being used as a punchline but if there were any hard feelings around it she doesn’t show it as she is all smiles when she returns with another tea in a thermos with a straw.

“I don’t know if you’re laughing with it or at it but it’s nice to hear you laughing again.” She says brightly. After giving me a sip of the tea she sets it on the nightstand. Watching the screen she walks around to the other side of the bed. “That old man at the end of the bar worked with both Kurosawa and Ozu.” She says as she unties her belt and lets the robe slip from her hot body. “He was a sweet heart.”

“Kurosa-wha? Oz-who?”

Slipping under the covers beside me she cuddles against me and kisses my shoulder. “Great men. Legendary directors. He had so many good stories from the 50’s and 60’s. As a budding actress I felt so blessed to get to work with him.”

“I think he was blessed to work with you.”

“Aww.” She boops my nose. “You know flattery will get you everywhere.”

“Heh!” I grin, and put my arm around her. Her naked naked skin, so warm and soft, presses into mine beneath the covers. I couldn’t see any of it but I could feel EVERYTHING. Her hand on my chest, her legs against mine, her breasts against my ribs and her semi-hard cock against my thigh. “Yeah.”

As I laugh along to the silly movie Carol mostly watches me, as entertained by my reactions as I was by the hijinks. As ridiculous as it was I was learning things along the way. Again and again the main character, the hapless salaryman from the opening scene, finds himself in situations where his butt is accidentally backed into Carol’s crotch or he is bent over at the waist just as she rounds a corner to come up behind him or moments where she has to grab him by the hips to steady him. Though it was presented for comedy I picked up on the theme that a Futanari woman penis getting anywhere close to a man’s rear end was something scandalous in the best way. I wondered if that is what women like Carol liked. And I wondered…what would it feel like if she touched me in that way. The mere thought of it excited me. Be it sinful or heavenly, I found I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Between her body shifting against me and my sexy thoughts we aren’t even halfway through the runtime when a little tent is pitched in the blankets. Carol notices my arousal but doesn’t say anything about it as we watch the funny film with her giving the odd bit of commentary here and there.

As the end credits roll Carol reaches across me, her tits dragging wonderfully across my chest as she does, then turns off the television. “You know…that wasn’t as bad as I remember.” She tosses the remote and kisses my cheek. “It helps having someone to enjoy it with.”

Looking at her I smile. “I can honestly say I can’t remember ever seeing a better movie.”

Burying her face in my chest she giggles. “Well, you can only go up from here.” She feeds me another sip of tea and settles in against me, laying her head on my shoulder. Minutes pass with us enjoying each others presence, physical and otherwise, while her slender fingers lightly paint back and forth across my chest. Her voice softening she asks. “Lionel. Do you want to talk about what happened in the tub?”

I tense though I don’t mean to. “The tub?”

“If I made you feel uncomfortable or taken advantage of…”

“No!” I say. “No, Carol. It was…it was incredible. I didn’t feel uncomfortable, I wanted more.”

“Okay.” She kisses my shoulder. “When I came back in to dry you…I felt like something had changed.” Reaching up she brushes my hair from my forehead and caresses her soft palm down my cheek. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Closing my eyes I take a deep breath, anchoring myself in THIS moment through that warm hand on my cheek so as I didn’t get pulled back through the fog. “Do I have to?”

“No, baby.” She croons warmly. “You don’t have to. Not until you’re ready.”

My whole body relaxes again, well…nearly my whole body as my erection was proving to be quite stubborn, and I look at her. “You told me…I wouldn’t have to leave here? Even if people came looking for me?”

Her gentle warmth hardens into a protective, almost maternal, resilience. “No, Lionel. Nobody is going to take you away. Not unless you want it.”

Feeling so very safe in her arms I nod. “I’m getting…feelings. From before.” Shaking my head I say, voice cracking. “I don’t want to go back there, Carol. Not ever!”

“You won’t, Lionel.” She swears to me with fierce eyes. “You’re mine to protect. You were given to me. We were meant to find each other on the side of that road. I won’t abandon you, Lionel. Not ever.”

After another deep breath I sink deeper under the covers and tighten my arm around her. “Thank you.”

Running gentle fingers through my hair she whispers. “Why don’t you rest now, my little lion.” She turns off the lights and settles back in to meld against me. “I’ll be right here, watching over you.”

I close my eyes and whisper. “Thank youuuu.”

Warm, relaxed, protected inside of Carol’s silk sheets with her mature, womanly figure against me I feel a contentment like no other. She really did hold the memories at bay. I was so very grateful…and just as horny. Try as I might to sleep it was impossible to ignore everything I am feeling beneath the covers, the sleek silk constantly brushing my manhood and my bedmate’s hot body making it impossible to quiet my libido. My mind keeps casting back to Elephant in the Room and how the man would ‘accidentally’ back into her to butt met bulge and the look of sultry amusement on the young Carol’s stunning face. And of course I think about what happened in the tub. How could I not? It had changed my whole world.

My lust and curiosity giving me courage…I turn to my side to face away from her. Carol moves with me, as I hoped she would, not letting me go for an moment as she spoons my larger body from behind. Her body and mine were made to fit together, our fleshy contours becoming a single shape beneath the blankets. And there, at the center of where our bodies met, her long, thick cock nestles snugly between my ass cheeks. “Hmmm.” With a soft pleading sigh I wriggle back into her to feel her flesh press tighter to mine and her shaft push deeper into my buttocks.

My heart beats in my ears as for a moment she lays perfectly still as she decides how to react to my not so subtle signal. She is not still long however as before long her hand begins to glide down my belly toward my twitching dick, her tender lips press a kiss into my back and her thick penis swells between my cheeks.

Part 10