Judith

Judith is Monk’s other love. She has certain peculiarities that Monk sometimes struggles with. Fair warning, the following is erotic in nature.

“You don’t like me this way?” She was laughing at me, at my discomfort.

“It’s just unusual, that’s all.” I was trying to be nonchalant.

Judith leaned against the edge of the large sliding doors that opened to the pool and the city beyond. She ran her finger from her lips to her navel, taking a slow detour around the areolas of her breasts, before finishing at the trimmed tuft of hair where her legs came together.

“It’s completely natural. See?” she said. It was hard not to see as she widened her stance.

“Yes, it’s fairly obvious,” I agreed. Vividly obvious.

“Are you going to just sit there?”

“I’m simply enjoying the view,” I said.

“Of me, or what’s behind me?” She turned and pointed to the cityscapes, making sure I also got a fine view of her behind.

“Both.”

“I think it would be more polite if you viewed them from here, next to me…”

“Would you? I didn’t know we were being polite.”

“For the moment.”

Judith put her hands behind her back which allowed her hips to tilt forward every so slightly. It was hard, no pun intended, not to stare, but my staring was the point. She knew that, liked that, and made a point of it being obvious.

Judith liked to be naked.

I got off the couch and went to where she stood. Close. She took my hand and retraced the path her hand had taken only moments before.

“Am I making you nervous, Monk?”

“Not at all. I often find myself next to beautiful women who have a penchant for not wearing any clothes,” I lied.

“Do you?”

Our hands had reached the trimmed tuft of hair.

“All the time,” I assured her.

She turned her head slightly, exposing her neck to me. “And what do you do when you’re in the company of all these women who have a penchant for not wearing any clothes?”

I brushed the hair off her neck with my free hand. “Mostly, we discuss politics and the weather.” I began lightly kissing her neck.

She moved my hand below the tuft of hair. “How interesting…”

“Yes, it is.” I kissed my way from her neck to her lips.

“Anything else?” she asked between kisses.

“Only whether I might become accustomed to naked women and not be so aroused as, say, I am now…”

Judith looked me in the eyes as my fingers continued the patterns that caused her breathing to pick up and her legs to shake.

“I’ll take that chance,” she moaned.

©2019 David William Pearce