Page 61 of Johnny Gun

“Curious?” Grasping her hand, he pressed his lips to it.

“Yes.”

“Then feel this.”

Lowering her hand, Johnny placed it on a part of him that had a velvety soft surface, yet was hard and hot. Instinctively, she knew what he’d done and what she touched. She goggled. Jutting out of his open fly, his cock jerked. Thick, stiff, and larger than she’d imagined, his shaft rested on her small palm.

“Oh my.”

“You can play with it,” he crooned against her forehead. “Getto know it well, baby. Soon enough, I’m going to tell you to take it in your mouth.”

“Now?”

“So eager.” He chuckled “Not now, baby. First, I have to pamper you. Wash your hair and soap you all over. Hold on to me, step out of your jeans, and open your legs. Give me access to your sweet pussy.”

His words had put her under such a spell, she hadn’t noticed that her sodden jeans and panties sat by her ankles. He’d pushed them down somehow. In a moment, his soapy hand slipped between her legs. His gentle fingers fondled and pulled apart her inner labia, searching for her sheath’s opening. He found it and tapped lightly.

“Hmmm, I’ll make this pussy red, swollen, and dripping. But only after it’s rinsed well.” Cupping his hand, he picked up warm water to splash on her folds. “All soap must be gone. We don’t want this delicate skin irritated.”

The intimacy was raw and unique. Something about his explanation and gestures of ownership felt debauched, obscene, and delicious. He’d opened a new door for her, and she surrendered all hesitation to his expert care. Wherever Johnny wanted to go, she’d follow with eyes closed. Still, she protested when he turned her around and she had to release his cock.

“Hush. I’m doing your hair. My dick’s not going anywhere.”

“So infuriating, so…” She froze, unable to say another word. Johnny brought her against his massive form, while his fingers slipped through her hair to massage her scalp. He shampooed her hair, knowing exactly what she needed and what would make this experience feel so heavenly. She sighed, floating in relaxed ecstasy.

“You like?”

“Mmm, yes,” she replied, basking in the glorious sensation of his able fingers lifting and moving her hair this way and thatashe carefully rinsed the shampoo, then finger-combed conditioner to her ends and rinsed again. “You do that so well.”

Without comment, he turned her to face him. To her surprise, his clothes were gone and now his bare torso gleamed under the water. The tribal tattoos on his muscular shoulders, biceps, and chest danced with the movement of his arms. God, he was so magnificent, so beautiful. She’d never tire of looking at him.

“Close your eyes,” he said. “The final touch is the hand shower. I’m spraying you top to bottom.”

When he finished and shut off the water, she almost sobbed. She could have stayed this way forever. Suddenly, he wrapped her in a large towel from shoulders to knees, and her focus changed. He cradled her in his arms as if she were a swaddled baby and took her out of the stall. The little girl in Isolde rejoiced. Not even in her earliest memories had she ever been cared for, cosseted, or pampered this way.

Johnny carried her to a chair in his room, then slowly sat her down. “Stay as you are. Don’t move an inch.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He padded away, leaving drops and wet footprints on the floor while giving her an unforgettable display of steely flexing buttocks, muscular legs, and defined, wide torso with beautiful tattoos. He’d dried by the time he returned, but kept a towel around his hips and another turbaned high around his hair, giving him an exotic air. He tossed a blow-dryer on the bed and produced a second towel, which he quickly used to blot her long tresses.

“New lesson in trust. Relax and let go. We both have long hair.” He smiled. “I know what I’m doing.”

In a hundred years, she could never have explained the way he gently separated her tresses with his fingers and directed the dryer on low heat, ensuring no tangles formed. The warmth added a luxuriant aura to the process, and as her hair driedcompletely, the urge to be touched and explored by Johnny overcame her every thought.

“Tell me. Exactly.” His lips touched her earlobe.

“I want your hands on me. Touch me.”

He pulled the towel from her body. “Where? Show me.”

She leaned back and locked her gaze with his. Though heat suffused her cheeks, she slowly opened her legs. “My clit.”

“Yes. That’s my girl.”

“It’s twitching.”

“Play with it. I want to see how you please yourself.”

---