I loved her for that. Hers was a real contrast to my own middle-of-the-road background. Cushioned from the evils of the world by my own parents’ res...ectability and moralistic attitude, I left home to get married at the age of twenty-one knowing very little and possessing a naivety that was so profound as to be almost shocking. I know it’s difficult to imagine in today’s climate of sexual liberation, but the first time I saw a man’s naked body was on my wedding night. At the time Ruby and I met,. She pulled her coat tighter about herself and brushed a shortblonde curl away from her face. It was certainly cold out here in thecountry and the clouds made it worse. Well, whatever, she would warmthings up soon enough, she thought with a smirk. She reached for thebrass knocker on the large wooden door and knocked three times.She stood there for a few minutes before she heard the latch and thedeadbolt being undone. The door squeaked open and a girl's face peeredout. She had a thin, oval face. She kisses away my tears just like I did when she was little and skinned her knee. We sit there and hold each other crying for God knows how long. When we finally stop sobbing, she takes my hand and leads me to the elevator, saying “ I was scared you had left, and I would never see you again. After all, a little girl needs her daddy.” When we get back to the penthouse I see my letters and cards strewn about the foyer, with the gifts all neatly placed on the sideboard. The envelopes were stacked. I love the feel of his dick getting hard in my hands as I stroke it back and forth. With the other soapy hand I am kneading his balls, watching his face as he lays his head back and moans softly. I continue stroking his dick, feeling it get harder and harder in my hand. He starts fucking my hand, his hips moving faster. I stop before he cums. ‘Not yet baby.’ I tell him. I let him sit in the tub a while longer, the jets relaxing his body. I turn the jets off, and have him stand up. I dry him.