Gemsicuted

Written by Julian Robov


Twenty Six


Marty and Pascal stayed at the K.P.Grand hotel in Chantaburi, patiently waiting for a good ruby to show up. There was nothingelse they could do other than wait. Some brokers even brought their pieces to the hotel to show them, but not the one Marty was looking for.

It was already late evening. They had nothing to do other than drink wine and watch television. Watching the tele became too boring, because they were repeating the same news every half an hour. After drinking more wine, Marty and Pascal, began to drift into a romantic situation generated by the light, mood, and the right environment.

The dim light in the bedroom gave more impetus, as they undressed methodically. Finally they looked at each other’s naked bodies. The incandescence in the room glowed their pinkish red skin into a much more saturated level giving it a vivid enhancement, like two glowing rubies.

Marty saw Pascal’s full breasts hanging down from her chest, like ripe cantaloupes as she untied her blonde hair. She took his hand and like a sheep dog, herded her sheep to bed. She arranged the pillows to the side so that he could lie straight without unnecessary bulge. Then she turned her face towards him and whispered, “This is my special gift tonight for you, Marty. Just relax!”

As she started to rub his thigh with her soft thick lips, the hair in his whole body stood up straight, like an army of Swiss soldiers. The instant erection he experienced followed by her rub caught her attention. She incrementally moved upwards, massaging his balls gently to further coax his pressurized erection.

Marty was beyond heaven. She was the specialist. She knew all the hot buttons of a man’s eruptive epicenter. He enjoyed her each and every finger play. That was her gift. He was moaning like a buffalo, as she massaged his balls again. His erection was red hot by the time she removed her grip from his balls. She gave a gentle stroke and, lo and behold, the whole thing began to shrink like a folding umbrella.
Now she sat on top of him, and stretched her body symmetrically, sliding slowly so that they both saw each other’s face. They transformed into one sculpture completely unified.
“Marty!” she called him in a low tone.
He was in his peak ecstasy, with his eyes closed as if in deep meditation. She knew what he meant. She now swept his face with her tongue, one round, and then slowly entered his mouth. The electricity generated from this oral intercourse could have lit the capital of Laos for a comfortable week. Such was the energy of mind and body, as they intertwined first with regular thrusting, and then moved from one direction to another balancing their weight and positions to excite and extract maximum pleasure. When she felt he was getting tired again, she pressed one of his invisible hot buttons to regenerate his vigor. She made him believe he was twenty years younger. There was a frenzy of pushing, pulling, moaning, laughing, and rolling. Only a massive earthquake could stop them. She controlled each and every move, and the more she worked him, the higher he was in heaven moaning like a buffalo.
She glanced at the alarm clock. It was two o’clock in the morning.
“Thank you, Marty. I enjoyed it so much. Let me kiss you again,” she whispered.
“Why should you thank me? You ate me like an artichoke. Thank you,” Marty replied, kissing her again.
She then turned around, pulled the bedspread over him, and then switched off the light. “Do you want one more shot?”
“Oh, no, please. I won’t be able to see the colors of rubies tomorrow. Remember, we have an appointment with Khun Praphan in the morning.” Marty slumped, closed his eyes and exhausted slept like a log.