Nina van Plante claimed center stage behind the bar at Tangerine's. Men craned their heads to see that shapely ass clad in a pair of dark tights bend; when Nina righted herself, jutting tits hardly disciplined by a lacy corset bounced until they attained equilibrium. Her shoulder-length brown hair whipped from side to side, framing a beautifully sculpted face. The subdued lighting artificially erased the lines of time from Nina's face. Few realized she was forty-four years old, the mother of two children and recently divorced-nor did they care, considering the prolonged stares leveled at her.
The beauty of Nina was not restricted solely to her physical appearance. Her efficiency behind the bar balanced the equation. Nina could mix drinks with dizzying speed. Operating the blender, pouring from bottles, managing the dispenser with its various buttons were masterfully juggled. Nina knew her job cold. A server rattling off a complicated cocktail order would have it filled in a flash. Nina was acutely aware of the public's preference for dispatch. That skill won her a throng of regulars.
Nina assessed her tip jar throughout intervals. Her "take" had been respectable for a Friday night. Tangerine's attracted a crowd of young professionals from the Lincoln Park area who eagerly shed a week's worth of aggravation to mingle with their contemporaries. Nina profited from their need to separate themselves from the hectic pace of their careers and recall simpler pleasures. The men scanned the female population with a discriminating eye, while the women, keen to the evaluation process, dressed competitively. The chemical reaction that occurred when both genders inhabited in the same turf abounded. Nina invariably sensed the vibrations, particularly when couples began pairing off and heading for the exit.
Kirk Butler, one of her young and devoted admirers, had not stirred from his stool for the past hour. He was perfectly content spending the evening nursing a beer and gazing at Nina. Tall, blond and twenty-one, Kirk could have easily lined himself up with female companionship any night of the week. Although he acknowledged the press of women and their tantalizing curves, his attention was reserved for Nina. The ogling of the men who visited Tangerine's did not disturb Kirk. He exuded a confidence in her wanting him later, after all the lights were shut, the doors locked and glasses washed. He made a practice of attending to her fulfillment before seeking his. Kirk was an extraordinary, caring lover.
Kirk seemed especially horny, judging from the slant of his rugged features. Nina looked forward to their excursion, which generally occurred during the wee hours of the night. She formed an addiction to Kirk's dotage. The thrill of receiving that ardent tongue or urgent cock never dulled. Kirk introduced a fervor she had not known through twenty-two years of marriage. Her ex-husband, Jim, had been neglectful in bed. Kirk took a refreshing approach that guaranteed curled toes and delicious aches lasting for days.
Nina temporarily shelved all thought of that evening's festivities and concentrated on her primary responsibilities. Buck, the owner of Tangerine's, entrusted her with its sleek operation-from tending bar to supervising the employees. Priding himself for his entrepreneurial instincts, Buck had embarked upon organizing new business ventures. He occasionally stopped by to check on things, but essentially left matters in Nina's capable hands. Nina found the role of manager to her liking. She had a natural flair for assuming control without stepping on toes or alienating her subordinates. Her buoyant personality often rescued the day and was a critical component in a bustling atmosphere such as a drinking establishment.
"I am going out of my mind," griped Conchetta Martino, one of Tangerine's most stunning waitresses. Her ultra-slim figure decked in its baby doll pajama uniform kept mouths watering. "I cannot keep up."
Nina displayed no sign of wear. Calmly, she listened to Conchetta recite nearly a half-dozen drink combinations, then went on to create them. Though Conchetta's thick accent could lend itself to error, Nina translated her orders with ease. Nina even learned some of Conchetta's explosive curses and could fluently repeat them in Spanish. In less than five minutes, her order was completely filled and sitting on a tray, ready for delivery. "Hang in there."
"That's easy for you to say. You know what you're doing."
Before she could utter another syllable, Conchetta whisked into the herd. Nina shook her head in resignation. The young woman did not fare well under pressure; fortunately, she was popular with the customers.
Nina gravitated to the end of the bar where Kirk sat. She did a quick inspection of his beer. Kirk, not much of a drinker, barely touched his mug. "Want a fresh one?" she asked, wiping the counter with a bar cloth.
"I want to get you home as soon as possible," he muttered.
"You do? What, dare I ask, have you in mind?"
His grin remained fixed. "I'm already sitting here with a hard-on. Getting into specifics would be my undoing."
Nina loved hearing how much he wanted her. Although she fostered no illusions about perpetuating their relationship, she savored it while it lasted. Nina realized Kirk's taste in women was in its infancy; gradually, it would evolve. Though he insisted she was the only woman he desired, Nina refrained from taking his word at face value. Clearly, she conveyed that monogamy was not among her objectives. Nina treasured her freedom and wished to pursue other men; even that hadn't diluted his affection for her. Kirk prevailed over any negative argument she launched. He asserted that she would come to terms with his love for her and abandon her obsession with other men.
Nina thought Kirk wonderfully naive.
"I'll try not to be too long," she advised, "but I am left accountable for closing up."
"I think I can manage to sit tight until then-but don't expect to get a whole lot of sleep. I'm primed for a marathon."
Nina smirked. "Sounds like my lucky night."
"Ohhhhhhh," she sobbed, nearly three hours later. Kirk's tongue went into overdrive. It sank smoothly into Nina's wet cunt after dividing its lush, pink lips. Nina's head rolled back. She lurched on the futon, throwing her legs farther apart. Her apartment echoed with her passionate cries.
Kirk noisily devoured her, unable to get enough. Planting his mouth over her snatch, he went about sucking its juices. He delved into that succulent hollow, gleaning its sugary moisture. Mmmmmmmm. Nina's excitement oozed onto his tongue.
They hadn't walked through the door five minutes and he steered her to the futon. Her tights had been removed with dispatch; before Nina gained her bearings, Kirk went down on her. Her narrow thighs shook around his face. Kirk, oblivious to her blissful agony, dipped into that hot pussy and collected her honeyed secretions.
Nina grasped Kirk by the shoulders, attempting to attain her composure. Ohhhhhhhhh. He was starved for it. She watched his tip wriggle furiously over her clit. Air whistled through her clenched teeth, signaling her sharp intake. Nina tracked the flow of his tongue, from one corner of her pussy to the other, but the rousing commotion he precipitated mounted to an intense level.
"It's like liquid sugar," he muttered before plunging his mouth down over her cunt. His lips attached with a vengeance. "Mmmmmm."
"Jesus," Nina moaned, arching her spine. Her nipples swelled through the corset. She twisted from the electric current that flowed through her body. Kirk's persistence endangered her air supply. His circular movements were indescribable. "Oh, yes. Keep going, baby. Bring me there. Oh, yeah. Ohhhhhh."
Kirk exuded confidence. He knew he could bring Nina to swift orgasm. When he recognized the signs, he instantly reduced the speed of his tongue. Breaking his rhythm sent Nina careening. She jerked in the futon, visibly tormented until Kirk's relentless lash had her climbing once again. Nina could never acclimatize herself to one set cadence. Kirk's mood fluctuated: sometimes he insisted upon making her cum quickly, then conversely, he longed to delay her gratification.
She gazed between her legs and studied the curling fury of his tongue. It dabbed her juicy flesh, then drew thrilling rings until it encountered her clit. The air became trapped in her lungs while anticipating its crazed assault. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Kirk whipped her into a frenzy. His warm breath, coming in huffing waves, added to the electrifying prickle.
"Oh, Jesus," Nina wailed, her pupils curving high in their sockets. "Ohhhhhhhh. That's it, baby. Don't stop. Please. Oh, please. Keep it coming."
Kirk obeyed. He acknowledged the infusion to her senses and maintained the thread of continuity. Nina's fractured cries aroused him. He eagerly ate her cunt, gulping her tangy sap. Tracing its pulpy borders, he gleaned its crannies of zesty dew. Mmmmmmmmmmm. Nina, in his opinion, was a blend of rich flavors. He never tired of drinking her juices, nor witnessing her winded response.
He massaged the flesh around her pussy while he lapped. Nina was firm, yet marvelously soft. Her tremors were strong and abundant. He was swollen from watching her squirm beneath the designs of his wriggling tip. His cock palpitated wildly. The thought of sliding himself into that wet, grabbing cunt almost triggered his orgasm. He resolved to take it in stride, rather than working himself into hysteria. He aimed to enjoy that pussy's heavenly embrace several times before dawn.
Nina lifted her ass from the futon and framed Kirk's joyous expression with her thighs. His oral latch completed the circuit. Ohhhhhhhhhh. She counted herself lucky to have landed such a talented lover. Where had that twenty-one-year-old learned the art of cunt-lapping? His skills were fully developed when he came to her. She taught him nothing. Nina simply knew she could not do without it.
Sex was much better beyond forty, Nina concluded. She had never known satisfaction as she had now with her young lover. Those infrequent couplings she had with her ex-husband had fallen into such a mundane pattern, they paled in comparison. Nina had placed a low priority on sex during her married life; it ranked much higher now that she was single. Her appetite for pleasure was perpetual. While tending bar, her erotic antennae encountered the wavelengths of many studs who vied for the opportunity to service her.
Nina, however, refused to be insensitive Kirk. If he were present, she took no action on the invitations sent her.
Her reflections reverted to the present when Kirk sank his tongue into her pussy. He undulated so that every notch was alert to his entrance. She moaned, enduring that overwhelming flutter.
"Oh, yeah," she purred, "fuck me with your tongue. Cram it into my snatch. Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, yes. Make me smile down there."
He sliced through the layers of tasty squish and provided wriggling penetration. When he decided she'd had enough, he plucked himself from her saturated depths, then devoted himself to cleaning the profusion of nectar. The outcome of his furious expedition had been impressive. Nina seeped with joy. He licked the drenched patch to her undisguised delight, concentrating on her enlarged button.
"like that," Nina sputtered, thrusting herself at that tongue. "Yes, baby. like that."
Her hips rolled as though magnetically charged. Nina, scarcely aware of her arrangement on the futon, submitted to that spectacular tip. Anchored to it, she pressed up against Kirk's face, unable to contain the ferocity in her loins. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Orgasm was within her reach. Faster and faster she jerked, chasing that compelling urge.
Kirk, pleased to see Nina losing it, sustained the momentum. His tongue went at full throttle. He slapped saliva over her tremulous cunt. A shudder began building around his curving tip. He bore down and provided her responsive pussy unswerving bliss.
Nina clasped both her tits, encompassing the protruding nipples with her thumbs while scaling the heights. Kirk invariably brought her to that woozy point in which pleasure came upon her like a tidal wave. He licked her shimmering pink flesh until her chin went high and she stiffened. A muffled scream followed.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she sputtered, feeding him her hot juices. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh." She ground herself to his face, smearing him with the proof of her orgasm. "Oh, yeah."
Kirk's head remained buried between Nina's legs long after her breathing grew steady. When he sat up, Nina engaged him with sex-lazy eyes. The suggestive slant of her lips spurred his lust. Her nipples were hugely distended. Holding her legs apart, she beckoned him.
"Now I need the other part of you," she uttered in a bewitching drawl. She squeezed her sensitive mound. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh. I want something hard inside me."
Kirk's hand dropped to his belt buckle. She saw the heft of his cock through his pants. The purr of his zipper brought a curve to her lips. God, she loved that sound. The rustle of loosened pants down his thighs was another she fancied. The shape of his swollen member through his Calvin Klein underwear made her drool. He hooked his thumbs under the elastic rim and yanked it over his hips. That thick, satisfying cock sprang out at her.
Trembling, Nina held her arms up to him. "Now, baby. Do me now."
The invitation did not bear repeating. Kneeling before her, Kirk leaned into the slack lips of her pussy. His bulbous head disappeared behind its sluiced borders.
"Oh, Christ," Kirk groaned, overcome by that warm, wet embrace. Nina's walls crushed him. "Ahhhhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah. Let me put it where it belongs."
Nina fastened her legs about his waist. Her heels dug into his buttocks, simplifying his push. She caressed the upper muscles of his back with her nails while purring in his ear. Kirk fit the rest of himself in her pussy with a gasp. For a moment, he remained completely still and savored initial contact with Nina's sodden core.
His hard dick eventually commenced its rhythmic stroke. Both gained considerable pleasure from the wet, tingling lock of her cunt lips. Their luxurious coupling was accented by irregular breathing. The sweat began to spill from their pores. The wonderful ache of connecting sent them reeling.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Nina moaned, taking that rigid thing into her snatch. Kirk's uniform thrusts were appreciated. He appeased the yearning that rumbled inside her. His twenty-one-year-old cock afforded her enormous pleasure. Her forty-four-year-old pussy offered the same proposition, if his strained expression was an indication. Reaching around him, she caressed his buttocks. They flexed beneath her raking nails. Kirk sank into her hot squish. She experienced his descent with a giddy rush.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
Kirk gazed tenderly at Nina while fucking her. He loved studying her pinched countenance while her head lounged from side to side. Pistoning his hips, he submerged himself in that soaked cunt, then pulled back at a swifter rate. Nina constricted about him to an elevated degree. Her pussy sucked at the skin of his cock, causing it to tingle while in motion. An agitation developed in his balls, radiating through him. Roughly, he plowed into her cozy receptacle while that sensation amplified. Unable to curb the ferocious impulses that inhabited his flesh, he merely catered to them. He plunged wildly into that juicy snatch, consummating an arresting thrill. Nina swallowed him in one lunge, gripping his heavy base. His balls spanked her inner thighs.
The enjoyment he received from Nina was much too complex to duplicate in another woman. He was oblivious to the gap in their generations. Nina, in his eyes, was ageless.
Nina focused upon that swollen member, shifting back and forth in her cunt. Ohhhhhhh. Kirk was jammed to the hilt. His solid, thriving flesh had her soaring. Although its proportions weren't immense, the enthusiasm behind his pumping held her captive. Nina adjusted to his size and obtained ample gratification. Attuned to his vibrations, she eagerly shoved her pussy at him. He tilled it with his young, hungry dick. She moaned when absorbing it. Kirk's rigidity knocked the wind from her lungs. Frantically, she rubbed that hard spike with his slick pussy. He massaged her love button with his converging strokes. "Faster," she implored. "Ohhhhhhhh. Faster."
Kirk serviced her without fail. He increased his tempo. Gritting his teeth, he pushed and pulled his cock through that clinging pulp. Nina luxuriously massaged him. He could scarcely neglect the thrill she furnished in enclosing him. The thud of his groin against hers pricked his ears. Nina's abbreviated gasps, cut short by the repetitious slap of his balls, fueled his desire. The urge to cum was stronger than ever. Kirk attempted to resist it in favor of bringing Nina to climax again. Her fulfillment generally took precedence.
That nagging weakness, however, threatened to subdue him. Fucking a hot, sexy woman like Nina depleted his staying power. He could not help noticing the color reflected in her cheeks, the tremble of her lips, the mistiness in her eyes. He sliced through juicy pulp, more determined than ever to see her achieve happiness.
"I'm going to cum," Nina announced as beads of perspiration cropped at her brow. She squeezed his muscled buns. Her clit sizzled beneath his grinding cock. "Oh, baby, I'm almost there. Don't stop."
Kirk groaned, tapping resources he rarely used.
Nina caught sight of his handsome face mired with sweat. His dedication to please her was a powerful stimulant. Fiercely clenching his shaft, she ground herself to him. Their groins pressed together while that explosive feeling towered. Her clit throbbed from that continuous lumber of his swollen thing. His bone-solid shaft furnished an exciting conflict. She soared.
Kirk barely heard her verbal joy. Hot jism splattered her pussy. Gnashing his teeth, he surrendered to the compelling strength of her pussy. "Arrrrggghhhhhh. Arrrggghhhhhh."
Thrashing about on the futon, Nina felt those dense spurts. Knowing she had pleased her man filled her with a sense of accomplishment.
Nina thought Kirk would pull out and lay with her during that sweet afterglow. True to his word, Kirk wanted a marathon. His cock hadn't lost a fraction of its might. Before emitting its last drop, his dick resumed its voracious rhythm. Kirk was exercising his rites of youthful manhood. His enthusiasm was often tireless.
The persistent press of his thing gradually revived Nina's thirst. She settled back into the futon and provided him a willing pussy.
It did not take much to start her engine-not when the mechanic behind the hood possessed the skill in revving it to its full potential.
CHAPTER TWO
A blinding light poured into Nina's apartment. She flung an arm across her eyes in a bid to shield the pestering rays. Morning always arrived too soon in her book. Keeping late hours never helped-nor having a young lover with unflagging energy.
Kirk slipped away before dawn. He mentioned needing to process a backlog of claims at the office. Working for an insurance company kept him extremely busy. She hadn't a clue how he managed to function on two or three hours of sleep. His mind retained its whip-sharp quality.
She relished the quietness. The morning was reserved for introspection. Nina preferred nothing more than reading the newspaper over a cup of coffee, then stealing some time on her computer. She had taken several classes in learning key software applications. Her original plan had been to find an office job in which to utilize her skills. Buck placed that strategy on hold when he offered her the job of manager at Tangerine's. Her compensation was based on an ability to keep the establishment flourishing. He recognized Nina's expertise in handling crowds while retaining her cool. She also served as a dazzling centerpiece: a classy woman who exuded an extraordinary sex appeal. The thronged halls at Tangerine's were confirmation of that talent.
Although Nina delighted in her present challenge, a nagging voice in the back of her head contested the deviation from her earlier goal. Before Buck's proposition, she had carefully saved for a home computer system and religiously attended her computer classes. A vision of achievement shimmered in her mind. Learning the computer had not been a simple process. Nina struggled at the keyboard until the commands the instructor incessantly pounded in her head were finally mastered.
The purpose of becoming a bartender in the first place was for immediate income. Nina had no other means of support. The terms of her divorce from Jim deliberately deprived her of an allowance. Since Jim had filed for bankruptcy, there was no object in demanding money he did not have. Wanting to be free from any financial obligations he incurred, Nina cut her losses. The tips she earned at Tangerine's paid her rent and other expenses. Eventually, she purchased the machine and printer with money she had prudently banked.
Her machine, unfortunately, was collecting dust. Her managerial duties dominated any spare time to keep in practice with what she had learned.
Without consciously doing so, Nina flipped to the job advertisements of the newspaper. She skimmed the column, searching for a position. Falling into the strict regiment of a large company did not interest her; a small office with flexible hours was more to her liking. Nina, at present, was indifferent to salary level. She thought it acceptable to gain some valuable experience before branching out into a serious career.
She honestly believed she could balance her responsibilities at Tangerine's while assuming part-time employment during the day. Resurrecting her original plan provided a sense of accomplishment.
Besides, few clubs of her acquaintance enjoyed longevity. Eventually, they fell out of fashion, succeeded by something a little wilder, a little different. Nina had no intention of wearing out her welcome with the drinking set. Renewing her efforts to secure gainful employment with the talents she cultivated seemed a worthier pursuit.
Before she could turn the page for further opportunities, the phone rang. Absently, she reached for it. Buck occasionally consulted with her about the previous night's business. He was another who barely required sleep. Buck functioned in overdrive.
"Mom, we need to talk," a soft female voice announced, canceling out her expectation.
Nina was unprepared for the call. Nancy rarely, if ever, kept in touch. Their estrangement began before her marriage dissolved. Both her children, for some inexplicable reason, were distant. Nina attributed the lack of communication to underlying resentment. It was her perception that they believed she abandoned their father when he was down on his luck. Nina shielded them from his infractions with other women. They had no knowledge of the many affairs he conducted, nor the sums of money he squandered on them. Jim, foolishly attempting to reclaim his youth, sacrificed their life savings. Bankruptcy had been their last resort. The children were disgruntled by that decision. Jim never disputed their animosity; Nina couldn't abide it. It tore at her every time she viewed her children's photographs.
Nina cleared her throat. "You've known from the beginning you can always call me."
"I'm flying into Chicago tomorrow. I'll be staying for a week."
"A week? Splendid. Naturally, you'll stay here."
"I don't wish to be an imposition."
"That's absurd. You're my daughter. I'll be delighted to have you."
Nancy proceeded cautiously. Nina sensed uneasiness in her tone. "It hasn't been ideal. I'd like to change that."
A lump formed in Nina's throat. She resolved to accentuate the positive. "Me, too."
Their conversation ended optimistically. Nina was ecstatic. She was anxious to share the changes in her life with her daughter. Nancy, a flight attendant for a major airline, had adventures to share with her, too. Nina envisioned their reunion as a healing process. Hopefully, they would mend their tattered relationship.
The excitement of Nancy's visit propelled Nina into her clothes. She skipped the newspaper and a possible session on her computer. An aerobic walk would be vastly more satisfying. She showered, then donned a T-shirt, a pair of shorts and her tennis shoes. A quick inspection before the mirror revealed a delectable woman. Nina was amazed how men of all ages checked her out. Nothing could have equipped her for the scrutiny she received at her stage in life. She had ripened in her years, and achieved remarkable popularity with the opposite sex. She formed an addiction to the staring, the outbreak of drool, the vying for attention. Not only did they make her feel hot, she began to believe it.
Nina recalled her initial timidity after her divorce became final. Men took low priority. She had virtually banished them from her life. "Who needed the aggravation?" had been her motto.
Fate altered that existence. Nina received her first sample of male concentration at Tangerine's. Kirk and a host of others transmitted irrefutable signals. None cared that she was a woman of mature age. They all thought her sexy.
Nick, her neighbor, was the next to rile her. He seduced her from his balcony one night while playing his guitar. Nina came out to listen, only to discover his girlfriend simultaneously giving him head. Spotting Nina, Nick silently ordered her to watch while he fucked his girlfriend. He later confessed to Nina he fantasized that he was with her.
Eventually, Nina surrendered to Kirk, then her virile computer instructor, John Rafferty, and finally, Nick. Each episode revealed that sex was superior beyond forty. The sapped looks on the faces of partners overturned her negative conclusions. Sex was far from a dead issue. Again, Nina basked in flaunting herself and sought pleasure with a variety of lovers.
Nina, having completed her computer classes, no longer saw John Rafferty. Nick, a musician, took off for the road in search of a new band. Kirk remained the only man in her revitalized life.
During Nancy's stay, Nina elected to resist men. She didn't wish to instill visions of her romping about town. Nancy might not weigh her lack of inhibitions in a positive light. Nina would safely observe respectable guidelines then-likely go on a binge when Nancy reported to work.
Leaving her apartment and starting down the hall, she nearly bumped into a ruggedly handsome man with curly dark hair fringed with gray. His brown eyes maintained an intensity she found intriguing. Boxes were stacked in his arms, all of which had their contents specifically labeled. Automatically, she assumed he was moving into Nick's vacated apartment.
"Sorry about that," Nina apologized. "I almost crashed into you. I'm Nina van Plante."
"And I'm Dave Manchester-your new neighbor, from the looks of it."
Nina noticed the absence of a wedding band; that made it safe to check the rest of him. He had a lean, robust frame. Powerful forearms were revealed from rolled back shirt sleeves. A portion of a developed chest was accounted for without his having done the top buttons. The figure-hugging jeans furnished a striking view of his ass. She placed his age close to hers, if not higher. Nevertheless, she thought him desirable.
Why did she go Through that evaluation process with every man she encountered? It was as though she had conditioned herself to that end. Nina admonished herself for employing that rating system. Not every man she met was going to share her bed.
She noticed he had gone it alone as to transferring boxes from his car. No other helpers were visible. "Can I be of assistance?" she asked, nevertheless pressing herself into service.
Dave grinned, obviously taken with her. "If you'd like, but I'm warning you, I have quite a haul."
"That's fine. I intended to get some form of exercise. Carrying boxes seems a fair substitute."
Nina had a knack for reading people. Dave Manchester appeared to be divorced. She couldn't imagine a man in his situation amassing a large number of possessions; most tended to dispose of excess baggage. Arriving at his car, she saw photographic equipment. Dave had an enlarger, boxes of developing chemicals and three different cameras.
"You're a photographer?" she asked.
He nodded. "Freelance. I submit to several magazines."
"What kinds of magazines?"
He chuckled. "I'll show you."
Nina had known some people who worked with film as a hobby, but not an occupation. Having a professional next door seemed novel.
They transported the balance of Dave's items to his new home. Nina couldn't keep her eyes off his ass while shuffling down the hall. She questioned whether her attraction to him was genuine, or merely stemmed from a response to his friendliness. Dave was the sort of man she dreamed her ex, Jim, might have patterned himself after: a manly disposition, an inspirational body, and a refreshing sense of humor. He exuded an irresistible masculinity. An impulse to seduce him took root. She didn't want to leave the wrong impression, yet was acutely aware of the tightness between her legs.
Dave was quite open about himself: he mentioned a defunct marriage, his enjoyment of moving and acquainting himself with new faces, and even disclosed his age (forty-six). He described himself as a free spirit, and a chronicler of current events.
His work was featured in news magazines. He had several boxes of black and white glossies which had once dressed the pages of leading photo journals and publications. He impressed Nina with his line of credentials.
They sat amid his conglomeration of boxes and enjoyed some tea. Nina was pleased he indulged in that particular beverage; it was her nightly ritual to fix herself a cup before retiring.
Dave displayed a keen interest in the details Nina furnished him of her life. He made her feel important. While providing him a sanitized version (with the more sensational aspects edited), an emphatic wave of desire assaulted her. Dave's virile profile, his outline of muscle and his lush baritone caused her hormones to hum. Noon hadn't yet passed, and she was unduly aware of her lust.
Dave made no motion to dispel it; if anything, he amplified the sensation. He spoke huskily, as though consciously seducing her. "Bartending sounds exotic." His dark pupils glowed in anticipation. "You probably meet an assortment of fascinating people."
"'Colorful' would be more appropriate."
He gravitated toward her. She was afraid if he brushed her bare thigh, her defense mechanism would crash. Although having perfected flirting to an art, Nina was awkward about consummating it. Strangers occasionally intimidated her.
"The atmosphere at a bar lends itself to certain overtones," he went on, placing his cup on the floor. His large, manly hand smoothed the carpet; Nina gazed at those sturdy fingers weaving through its pile. "Some go there for romance, others to exploit."
She detected his yearning to touch her. Nothing would have given her greater pleasure than having him enclose her swollen breasts. The T-shirt betrayed her: the rigid peaks of her nipples protruded. A damp spot expanded in her panties. Warmth radiated through her groin. Her pussy ached for hard, male friction. Though she continued to feel a reminder of Kirk's penetrating thrusts, a craving for sex reestablished itself.
"Tangerine's represents different things to its customers," she spoke softly, attuned to his wild frequency. "It is a hunting ground. Relationships are born on a nightly basis; some don't last until dawn. I've also witnessed friendships forged-ones that have endured." She was wholly observant of the path his fingers traveled; they were precipitously near her ass. "And then, a group goes there solely to purge the week's disappointments. Though they scan their surroundings, they don't seek companionship for the evening." She shook her head. "Happiness for them is futile."
"At least they have you to study," he murmured.
Nina accepted that as a compliment. "Thank you."
"I would very much be interested in photographing you. The late morning light on your face is very flattering." His voice dropped an enticing notch. "That is, if it is acceptable to you."
"Me?" Nina blurted. "For one of those magazines?"
He shook his head. "For personal use."
His use of the phrase alluded to erotic connotations. Nina never regarded herself as a potential subject for artistic sake. If Dave yearned for a model, why wouldn't he select someone young and fresh? Surely most women would jump at the chance to pose. Given his virile character, he wouldn't garner many rejections. Dave, in her opinion, was an absolute hunk.
He quickly deciphered her range of emotions. Dave, an expert at having to read people, put her anxiety at ease. "I won't show them to a soul-not without your consent. Their disposition will be expressly at your election."
Nina carefully considered her next question. "Will I be required to pose in the nude?"
"I prefer to run my sittings in a spontaneous manner. If you feel uncomfortable about it, we won't go in that direction."
Other questions populated her mind. Nina sifted through them, wondering which to ask next.
Dave inched toward her, drawn to her luscious body. Many women had thrown themselves at him, but Nina was the first to retain her standards. Though externally shy. she showed a wildness that had him shaking. Those pale blue eyes sparkled with a fervor he rarely confronted. He longed to devour that sensual mouth, and those tits-Jesus! She was endowed with the consummate hourglass figure. Nina was his notion of a hot, delicious woman.
Unable to tame the fire that raged inside him, Dave reached for her lips. Though startled. Nina remained stationary. She recognized the chemistry as well. Her mouth opened to receive his tongue. Dave dove into that sweet cavern, gleaning its sugar-spun saliva. Mmmmmmm. Nina's arms went around him, her tits pressed against his chest. He groaned at the stab of her stiff nipples. Oh, yeah. His hand curved about her ass. Subtle pressure, which was initially applied, escalated to blind groping.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," Nina sobbed, overwhelmed by the sizzle of his kiss. Dave had her panting. He swiftly found her most crucial hot buttons, manipulating them to his satisfaction. He collected her squirming ass with those enormous hands and ravaged them to her delight. "Oh, yeah. Ohhhhhhhh."
After several moments of exploration, Dave left her shapely buttocks to claim her hand. Nina trembled the second he clamped it over his groin. Her fingers stirred over that thriving section. Dave was hard as bone.
Events occurred at high speed. Nina was unsure if she was making a mistake, involving herself with a neighbor on the first day of occupancy. There was a familiarity about Dave, however, that excused her feverish response. Their attitudes about life were nearly identical.
Nina had primarily chosen partners younger than herself. The intrigue of an older man captivated her.
She managed the top button of his jeans without looking. Dave kept her mouth busy with his tongue and thrilling lips; she considered providing them gainful employment between her legs. The tremendous swell of his cock nearly interfered with unzipping him. Only through persistence was she able to release him from confinement; Dave was so severely rigid, he confounded her navigation.
Nina slid down the length of his body, seeking that excited thing with her mouth. She wanted it close to her face, where she could gaze at it. He had a nice-sized dick, possibly six and a half inches; stretching thickly toward her, it seemed brimming with life.
"like it?" he muttered.
She nodded.
"Show me. Kiss it."
Nina lowered her tongue to the stout head. She circulated a tingly flow of saliva. Mmmmmm. Dave tasted good. Stroking that warm, salty flesh caused her appetite to flare. His cock stood, throbbing from her inventive slurps. She lapped him from his broad stem to his heavy knob, tracing the snarl of veins.
"Oh, yeah, baby. Make it wet."
She applied more of her foamy spit. Globs trickled down his shaft. Dave groaned as it coursed over sections that had not enjoyed her imaginative darts. Saliva dribbled over his balls. Nina attended the bubbly excess, wriggling about the velvety sack.
"Oh, Christ," Dave gasped, trembling. His head rolled from side to side. "Lick my balls. Soak them in your blistering saliva."
Nina lapped that soft skin. Mmmmmmmm. Dave's hips gyrated beneath her sinuous tip. He elevated his groin in steering her to his target hot spot.
"Cover them with your sweet kisses," Dave grunted.
She slobbered them as instructed. His cock rose tall and solid, pulsing with fury. Her luxurious swirl unleashed his animal frustration.
"Now, put it in your mouth. I want to fit myself inside your face."
Nina's lips spread wide to adapt to that beating mass. Dave was so excited, it was difficult to receive him at a comfortable angle. His dick thudded against his stomach, fully swollen. Nina gently clasped the ample trunk with her fingers while rotating his wet balls with her thumbs. He went smoothly into her mouth. Pressing him to her roof with her tongue, she gave him a turbulent massage. Up and down she ran her wiggling tip, subjecting him to a series of oxygen-depleting whips. She felt his entire body scream with pleasure through her clenched lips.
"Do you like the way I taste?" he groaned.
Nina had no intention of answering. Her uninterrupted flutter served as his response. She sucked his cock with all the imagination and skill she possessed. If possible, she planned to exceed his expectations.
"Jesus. Rub your lips all over it. Ahhhhhhhh. Let me fuck your mouth." He thrust himself into her face. Nina whimpered when his balls hit her chin. Dave was oblivious to any offense she might have taken to that action.
As it happened, Nina loved that savage outburst.
"Yeah," he muttered, jerking himself through that moist circle. He planted the flat of his palms on the carpet, then swung at that saliva-rich opening. His stiff cock sank into that drenched ring. "Suck it hard, baby. That's one, wild mouth. Ahhhhhhhhh. Go ahead. Swallow me. Let me feel the bottom of your throat. Don't be afraid to take me whole. You can do it. Ahhhhhhhhhh."
Dave's palpitations multiplied. Nina savored his building excitement. He was definitely in tune with his stimulus.
Nina drew powerfully on his taut flesh. His verbal ideas aroused her. She loved having a man talk dirty while she sucked his cock. Having no compunctions in expressing himself, he delved into a very colorful vocabulary.
She captured Dave's burgeoning flesh between her rubbing lips. Lavishly, she stroked him, pulling him into a fever. His red complexion informed her of his impending orgasm. His stomach muscles rippled from the tremors she summoned. Compounding each mouthful she took, Dave added a little shove of his own. Mmmmmmmmmm. She savored that delirious push, accompanied by a shortness of breath.
Nina's doting lips attended his cock. He studied her luxuriant slurps, then felt the whirling vacuum in which she trapped him. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Dave defeated the urge to shut his eyes and erupt. Delaying the inevitable, however, proved fruitless. He ground himself to her face, groaning as those lips smothered his pulsing base and her cheeks caressed his balls. The whim intensified. "I'm going to cum," he muttered in a staggering flush.
Nina began milking him in earnest. She wanted to down that hot goo. Up and down she twisted, relentlessly attached. Her tenacity triggered his orgasm. Those dense, creamy squirts began filling her mouth.
"Ugggghhhhhh," he groaned, pumping jism. "Uggggghhhhhh. Ugggghhhhhhhhh."
She massaged his spurting cock while it divested itself of its cumbersome load. Dave's shattered breathing and quaking body accentuated her thrill. She relished the fact she propelled him to a dizzying altitude.
Dave, however, sustained his hard-on beyond his convulsion. Nina expected to feel him soften after emitting the last drops of cum. The flesh trapped between her lips hadn't lost a fraction of its throbbing size. It pulsed madly against her instigating tongue.
"Sit on me," Dave hoarsely commanded. He nodded to his surging member. "Let's go, baby. Sit on my dick. I want you to ride me."
Nina regarded the strength of his erection. Despite his powerful climax, Dave was ready for another round. Apparently, she had a brutal effect on his libido. Lowering the waistband of her panties after disposing of her running shorts, she revealed her brown, pubic curls to him. His dark eyes flashed as they studied her appetizing mound. The lips of her pussy were wet and anxious to receive him.
Dave grabbed his cock and began stroking himself. He could scarcely wait for them to connect. Contemplating himself in her silken heat made him twitch. He stopped fondling his dick, afraid of shooting before getting the chance to stick it into that juicy snatch.
Nina climbed onto his lap, positioning her symmetrical buns above his erect member. In setting upon him, she encountered his blunt tip. Her soaked flaps slid over that domed head. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. His thickness divided her succulent folds. Nina pushed down on him, feeling that solid mass enter her cunt. "Ohhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah."
Dave elevated his hips to expedite penetration. He couldn't postpone his excruciating splendor another second. Although he'd fucked many women, Nina was electrifying. "Jesus Christ. Ahhhhhhhhh. I've got to cram it into you, baby. You've got me all excited. Ahhhhhhh. Oh, yeah."
Arching her spine, Nina sank onto him. Introducing Dave's hard thing to her tender pussy brought unanticipated joy. When her ass cheeks became situated on those balls and the stem of his cock expanded her cunt, she moaned. Containing his bulk was thoroughly enjoyable.
Dave's features looked pinched. His eyes glazed over. Placing her palm over his chest, she discovered a frantic heartbeat. It amazed her how she could perpetuate his steam. His stamina nearly matched Kirk's-who was less than half his age.
Dave's enormous hands locked about her hips while his knees came up. His thighs cradled her swaying figure. "Move your ass, baby, and fuck me. Smother my dick with your juicy kisses. Oh, yeah. Rock yourself on that stiff thing. Faster. Oh, yeah. Hump me."
Nina rose and fell on his rigid member. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah." He sliced into her hot pussy, noisily rubbing its slick borders. She jammed him in her frustrated center. The ache Kirk instilled was enhanced by Dave's unyielding mass. He ran himself through her puckering lips, awakening her pleasure with every thrust. Nina retaliated by charging down on it and until those flourishing wet sounds echoed. Her tits swung inside her T-shirt as she rode him to ecstasy. "Ohhhhhhh. Oh, God."
In and out of her slippery folds he went, burrowing into tingling squish. Dave clenched his teeth. "Can you feel it, baby? Can you feel it?"
Nina sobbed. "Oh, yeah. It's what I need."
Dave pounded himself into that receptive cunt. His balls slapped her soft ass. Ahhhhhhh. That warm, squeezing pussy stroked him to distraction. He couldn't get over its pleasing fit. His fingers dug into Nina's wildly shifting buttocks and attempted to manipulate their movements. Nina ground herself to his base, sending him into orbit. "Fuck me, Nina. Ride my cock. Oh, yeah. It wants to get you off."
Nina pounced on him. The prickly hairs of his thighs brushed the backs of hers. She stuffed all she could into the kneading walls of her snatch and gave him a guttural thrill. His hard flesh afforded her quite a rush. He gasped as she pushed down on his stiff cock. His face was lined with agony as she caressed him with her drenched folds. Her pussy caught the taut skin, bunching at its luscious crimp. Dave, contorting, fondled her shifting buttocks during her ecstatic jaunt.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she wailed, humping him faster. She plunged upon his hard spike, letting it glide over her swollen clit. A flurry of tingles coursed through her. Moving her hips, she generated eye-popping friction. Dave's shaft, which felt like rock, speared through her moist tissue. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah."
Nina approached orgasm with resignation. She couldn't tame the unmanageable sensations that jolted her. Her flesh slapped against Dave. Clutching his biceps, she rode out the fury in her groin.
Dave eyed the sumptuous bulge of her nipples. They deliciously projected from her T-shirt. Removing his hands from her ass, he yanked her T-shirt up, then seized those tasty nuggets with his mouth. Mmmmmmm. He lapped the sweat that trickled from those hard pebbles. Using his tongue, he whipped her into a frenzy.
"Oh, God," Nina wept. "Ohhhhhhhhhh."
He experienced the heat of her climax. Nina's pussy wrapped tightly around him, then shook. Her husky cries bounced from his walls.
"Ohhhhhhhh. I'm cumming. I'm cumming."
He stuffed all he had into that contracting cunt. She twisted wildly on his lap, taking her pleasure from his cock. He braced himself from her convulsive squeeze, recognizing its capability.
"Cream on it," he said between intermittent sucks. Her nipples continued to delight him. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. Cream on me."
Gazing into space with her mouth dropped and squeaks of joy compressing from her diaphragm, Nina scarcely heard a word. Her ass striking on his lap, the backs of her legs slapping his muscled thighs were her only other noises. That constricting pussy flew back, only to return for more. Dave, thrusting upward, provided her the reinforced hardness she desperately needed.
"Oh, God," she moaned after hitting hit bottom. Dave might not have been well-endowed, but what he gave seemed to compensate her in a greater sense. "Ohhhhhhhh."
Nina collapsed after wringing the ecstasy from his dick. She fell over Dave's muscled frame, panting. He made her cum hard-even harder than the previous night.
Dave didn't spare a moment. He guided her onto her back, then took charge. He sliced deep into that cunt, anxious to finish. Enduring Nina's fulfillment had been an exacting measure. He steadily rammed into that hot squish, feeling the giddiness encompass him. Solid bone was fed to Nina's shaking cunt. After five minutes, he gushed inside that quivering hole.
"Jesus," he groaned, losing himself in paradise. "Arrrggghhhhhhh."
Nina caressed his back beyond his final shudder. Gladly, she received that hot injection. He pumped what amounted to molten lava in her pussy. His abundant discharge flooded her snatch, causing its syrupy backwash to trickle down the crack in her ass. She was much too exhausted to attend to the matter.
Mmmmmmmmmm. The apartment seemed to affect its occupants. First Nick, and now Dave catered to her sexual whims.
At least they were consistent.
CHAPTER THREE
"Wow," Nancy gasped after Nina opened the door. "You've never looked better, Mom. I think the single life definitely agrees with you."
Nina gave her a big hug-something she promised to refrain from doing. Affection represented a deficit prior to the divorce. Her children had no wish for it. Neither Nancy, nor Billy, craved her maternal love. They refused her embrace the last time she saw them-a dismal reunion at a family birthday party. Nina was heartbroken.
Nancy, however, did not resist the comfort of her bosom. To Nina's utter surprise, she fastened her arms about Nina and even planted a kiss on her cheek. A huge lump formed in Nina's throat.
"It's great to see you, Mom."
Nina studied her daughter. Nancy was a young version of herself: dark brown hair, dazzling blue eyes, sensual lips. At twenty-three, Nancy had blossomed into a ravishing beauty. Unfortunately, she hadn't inherited Nina's curvaceous figure. Nancy's breasts were streamlined, as was the rest of her athletic figure. Most of her genes seemed to come from Jim's side of the family. Although not busty, she had height. Nancy was four inches taller than her mother. Nina thought her statuesque.
"It's always a pleasure," Nina whispered, tightening her arms. "I've forgotten how lovely you are. Your airline must receive a lot of mileage from having such a stunning flight attendant."
Nancy smiled wanly. "May I have something to drink? I'm afraid I'm parched."
Nina promptly ushered her to her kitchenette, where she motioned for her to sit at the stool by the counter while she fixed her a tall glass of iced tea. She sensed trouble with her daughtera cry for help. Nina carefully managed that emotion. If Nancy sought consolation, then she had to appear strong.
"Oh," Nancy mentioned, glancing at the equipment sitting on her table, "you bought a computer system. I give you credit for bettering yourself."
"I took a few classes, then made the commitment to get one. My checkbook accounting is entirely done on it-in addition to letters I've written. I admit, it's very efficient."
A hush fell over the room. "I want to apologize for our separation," Nancy began. "My treatment of you was totally unfair. I realize now how Billy and I misjudged you. Dad cheated on you."
Nina arranged herself on the neighboring stood. Calmly, she asked, "How do you know that?"
"He confessed. I had a long conversation with him and the subject arose. He wanted to make certain I was given an accurate account of what happened."
Nina sighed. "I'm floored. That wasn't supposed to be publicized. He and I had an agreement."
"He broke it in order to furnish me the truth." Nancy placed her hand on Nina's arm. "It was kind of you to protect Billy and me from harsh reality-even though we are adults. I haven't judged Dad-nor you. What transpired did for reasons beyond our control." Her voice dropped several octaves. "Life has a habit of operating in that manner."
Nina recognized the sign of crisis. "Tell me what's upsetting you, baby."
"It's really no big deal," she whispered, fighting back the tears, "but I guess I was engaged to this guy who decided he didn't want to marry me after all."
Nina had no idea her daughter had embarked on a serious romance. Nancy invariably was suffering from the crash and burn of having ended it. The details, she assumed, would be provided. "When?" was all Nina could manage. "About three weeks."
"You should have called sooner. What an awful burden to carry."
Nancy shrugged. "It was much too painful at the time. At least, I'm able to discuss it without falling apart."
Their breakup was plainly not at her initiation. Nina slowly pulled Nancy into her arms. "For whatever reason, I'm thankful you came to me."
The afternoon passed in laughter and tears. Nina felt her daughter reach out like never before. Personal tragedy had altered Nancy's traditional iciness and made her a compassionate person. Nina would have preferred her daughter voluntarily making that character adjustment. Learning some of life's hard knocks, however, gave one backbone.
Nancy, she learned, had fallen in love with a dashing young man who yearned to conquer the world. Peter Traxler was a slick combination of looks and talent, nicely packaged. Nancy described him as a veritable god. She adored and supported him while he embarked on a career in advertising. Peter proposed just before starting his new job. The diamond engagement ring had taken her breath. They toasted to his success and pledged their enduring love. Her position of flight attendant unfortunately kept them separated. Nancy tried having her schedule changed so they could be together more often, but found the effort daunting. Meanwhile, Peter had taken up with a few female clients who required his intimate service. Peter, enamored of his new-found popularity and conceivable bright future, saw no reason to marry. Nancy had no choice but to return the ring. What should have been a joyous occasion was dealt a shattering blow.
Nancy's immediate wish was to wipe the slate clean and start afresh. Putting distance between her and her unhappy past was imperative. She continued to be haunted by visions of what could have been. Although she put on a brave front while on duty, it became clear she needed to repair the damage done with her mother and seek her advice.
"There was never anything broken between us, as far as I'm concerned," Nina reassured her daughter. "I've never felt anything less than total devotion. I regret the delay in forging this closeness."
Nancy swept her hand at the neat and orderly apartment. "You've done well for yourself, Mom. Dad would be proud to see how you've fared without him. From the sound of it, you seem to have a happier life."
Nina considered the procession of lovers with whom she'd shared her bed. Divulging that facet might shock her daughter, particularly since several of those men were Nancy's age. Nina chose not to enlighten her for fear of gaining her disapproval.
"Come to Tangerine's with me this evening," Nina coaxed. "I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself. You'll find an abundance of men-and rampant drooling."
"I could do without that complication," Nancy patently reminded. "I'm on vacation from men. However, I would like to see the place. I hear you're quite the attraction."
Nina's eyebrows went up. "And how did that happen to come to your attention?"
""A travel magazine did a small piece on popular clubs. Tangerine's made the hit list-naming you as its principal draw. Your prowess with flipping bottles and entertaining the crowds has turned you into a celebrity."
"How about that," Nina declared, quite tickled. "I'm famous."
Nancy mesmerized a number of strapping males who gravitated to the bar. She elected, however, to snub them. Sipping the screwdriver her mother prepared, she glanced at the milling bodies without much enthusiasm. Nina could see her daughter had been scarred. She recalled happier moments when Nancy bubbled at the notice paid her.
Conchetta was in rare form. The noise level was twice what it normally was, due to the arrival of her boyfriend, Rolando. Nina had motioned for them to call a truce until after hours, but the Spanish-cursing couple could not contain their dissatisfaction. Rolando had caught Conchetta outrageously flirting with several of her regular customers; in his eyes, she had dishonored him.
"I should send them both home," Nina whispered. "I dislike scenes-they cast a poor reflection."
"I'm sure they'll work it out," Nancy sighed.
Nina wasn't nearly as confident. Their bickering had lasted half an hour. Nina ended their shouting match with a severe warning. Although they had settled down, the tension seemed to mount. If either displayed any more hostility, or used physical aggression, she was going to take decisive measures.
Kirk swaggered over to the bar shortly after ten. His lazy smile left little to the imagination. It was clear, even to the casual onlooker, that they were lovers.
He had failed to show up the previous night, preventing Nina from alerting him of her Nancy's impending visit. The "let's go fuck" smile plastered on his face was much too blatant to defend.
"You know what would look good on you right now?" he softly asked before she could stop him. "Me." He chuckled, flashing his teeth.
Fortunately, the music playing in the background had distracted Nancy. To silence him, Nina acted promptly. "Kirk, this is my daughter, Nancy." She hoped he grasped the urgency in her tone.
He froze. "Pleased to meet you," he mumbled, rewriting his expression to one of respect.
Nancy casually turned on her stool. Her eyes widened at once. A pleased smile curved her lips. "Kirk, hmmmm. I'm pleased to make your acquaintance."
Kirk reclaimed his composure. "The feeling is quite mutual."
Nina thought his recovery lacked warmth. She wished Nancy a more glamorous reception. "Kirk is one of our regular customers. He's in insurance."
"Hmmmmmmmm," Nancy purred, leaning toward him. "Perhaps I ought to switch carriers."
Kirk blushed. Even in the synthetic light, Nina could see his discoloration. She was ambivalent about his perceptions. Nina wanted
Kirk to like her daughter. His manner, regrettably, was much too mechanical to suit her.
Nancy, however, responded effervescently to Kirk's presence. Nina hadn't seen her daughter in such a state since her impressionable younger years.
Nancy launched into a spirited account of her adventures as a flight attendant. Kirk, nursing a beer, politely listened to her light, breezy chat and manufactured awe at distinct intervals. Nina sensed his apathy-and also his inclination to stray to her own more sensational curves. Kirk had never been discreet about his excitement for Nina. His expression was a dead giveaway. He virtually drooled while studying her scurrying about behind the bar.
His illusion of study fooled Nancy. Visibly pleased with his company, she totally discounted her mother. Initially surmising she would have to salvage the emotional debris left by Nancy's broken engagement, Nina quickly amended that decree. Her daughter almost seemed infatuated with Kirk.
Nina assumed an observer's role the balance of the evening. She was grateful Kirk helped restore Nancy's fragile self-esteem.
Shortly after last call, Rolando flew into a rage and launched another verbal attack upon Conchetta. Nina's fur rose. Their quarrel had no place at Tangerine's. She strove to instill a pleasant atmosphere for her customers; it was not intended as an arena to air their differences.
"Kirk, would you be a dear and escort Nancy home?" Nina requested. Her mission on the far side of the room was obvious. "I prefer she didn't walk alone."
His eyes grew large. "But-"
"I expect you to be a gentleman."
Nancy, leaning over the bar, confided in her ear. "Chivalrous behavior wasn't exactly what I was hoping for, Mom." Promptly righting herself, she gazed meaningfully at Kirk. "Would you mind watching my purse? I'll be right back."
On the heels of her departure, Kirk grumbled, "Aren't we going to be together tonight?"
"While my daughter is staying with me? I don't think so."
He looked unhappy. "You're torturing me, Nina."
"Deal with it, Romeo."
Another Spanish expletive was hurled in the background. The crowd had thinned, leaving a mere handful who were in the process of collecting their things before shuffling off to the next watering hole. Nina, closing the cash register, wandered over to them. She was thoroughly disgusted with their conduct.
"Conchetta!" Nina snapped. "Rolando!
What seems to be the problem?"
"He's accusing me of throwing myself at the men," her fiery tempered waitress assessed. "He refuses to believe my sole object is to receive generous tips."
"She's an embarrassment," he growled. "I've watched her laughing, leading them on, swinging her ass for them."
"Liar!" Conchetta fumed. "I did no such thing!"
Nina silenced them with a motion of her hands. "Enough. I insist you call a truce until we can discuss this in a civil manner." From the corner of her eye, she saw Nancy walk out the door with Kirk. He hesitated for a moment, glancing expectantly at her, before taking his leave. Nina consciously withheld her glance. She planned to supply them ample time to mingle. "I suggest we resume this discussion at your place. I will serve as mediator."
"We don't need one," Rolando maintained.
"The hell you don't," Nina sternly countered. "Give me five minutes, and we'll be on our way."
Conchetta and Rolando weren't normally hostile. Nina knew them as a loving, devoted couple. She was unwilling to accept the vicious barbs they employed.
Sitting between them, she evaluated the situation. Of course, Rolando was jealous of the flutter Conchetta roused. That styled, pitch-black hair framed a lovely face. Her willowy body lent itself to heated staring. The baby doll pajama uniform accentuated her lithe frame. Silk stockings captured Conchetta's sleek legs; the spike heels she wore stressed her strapped ankles. Her Spanish accent, with each syllable given provocative emphasis, fascinated the men. Conchetta subscribed to an alluring perfume, according her a delicious scent. Nina thought her technique slick, which invariably led to lucrative gratuities.
Rolando had apparently forgotten Conchetta's attraction to him. Tall, black-haired with piercing dark eyes and sensual features, Rolando was an enticing package. Nina scanned the thrilling biceps and powerful forearms, then regarded the sweeping chest and flat stomach. Why would Conchetta seek other men when she had an absolute god at home? In fact, Nina knew Conchetta adored him, just by observing her elated demeanor upon entering Tangerine's. Rolando was indisputably a competent lover.
"I can't understand the two of you," Nina said after weighing their arguments. "Beyond a doubt, you belong together."
"He doesn't see it that way," Conchetta snarled. "He resents my working at Tangerines and even hates my outfit and says it looks cheap."
"I assure you, those uniforms are quite expensive," Nina arbitrated. "Buck paid an outrageous sum for each of them. They were custom-designed, based on sketches he had made. I wouldn't write them off as a shabby effort."
"I don't like men slobbering over her," Rolando faulted. "It makes me crazy."
"I can't say that I blame you," Nina contended. "We have our share of droolers. However, I will say that Conchetta is safe from roaming hands and unwanted invitations. We have an excellent bouncer, Woody Harper, who brooks no nonsense from that group."
Though she answered each charge with a reasonable answer, Nina continued to sense hostile vibrations. It became abundantly clear more than soothing words were necessary to end their dispute.
Nina streamed her hand over Rolando's thigh. At the point of contact, he clenched his jaw. Conchetta failed to take exception to her ploy. Either she was much too livid, or saw it as a means of calming him. "Rolando, let's be fair about this. By placing restrictions on what Conchetta wears, you're limiting her earnings potential. Those skimpy duds enable her the extravagant tips which supplement her income. You can't expect Conchetta to distance herself from those customers who generously compensate her. People tend to lavish rewards on those who best attend them. I can't envision Conchetta's actions being subject to ridicule. She simply does her job-and a fine one, at that."
"I can't help the way I feel," he grumbled. He centered his eyes on the flow of Nina's fingers. They mesmerized him.
"You needn't be afraid of losing her. Conchetta is loyal to you. Although it may appear she's being overly friendly with a few of the customers, Conchetta has shown me nothing short of professionalism."
Nina continued to distribute an electric current. Rolando's firmness sparked a sublime urge. The combination of his rugged bearing and possessive air stimulated her. Involuntarily, she grasped the pronounced sinew. Mmmmmmmmmmm. Rolando made regular use of the weights she saw sitting by the wall. Judging from the size of his muscles, he obviously believed in a demanding session.
"I'm not your enemy, Rolando," Nina murmured, caressing him. "I want to be certain of illuminating that point."
Rolando fell silent. The lump in his throat twitched. She succeeded in curbing his temper.
Nina did not flaunt her victory. Instead, she turned to Conchetta. "I can understand your enchantment with him. He's exceptional. I envy you."
Conchetta's emotions had recycled. Her previous rancor dissolved, she regarded him with a glimmer of lust. She looked positively restless. Her dark eyes sparkled. Her lips curved in satisfaction.
Nina, too, felt the flare of desire. "I'll bet nothing holds more appeal than coming home to this hunk after a hard night of work. He must keep you up until dawn."
"It's been known to happen," Conchetta mentioned, drawing closer.
Rolando became the target of their seductive outpour. Conchetta left Nina's side, positioning herself on the armrest beside Rolando. Gradually, she settled onto his lap. He welcomed her flutter. His large hand spanned the twin crescents of her buttocks. An excited sob rose from the pit of her throat as he manipulated those shifting buns.
Nina could have simply taken her leave at that instant. Her services were no longer required. She elected, however, to linger at the side and magnify the sensations that coursed through them.
Rolando released Conchetta's breasts from imprisonment. Nina panted at the sight of her lush, pink nipples. They cried for Rolando's gentle fingertips. He traced their perfect shape, then brought them to his mouth. Within seconds of enclosing one, Conchetta veered back.
"Oh, baby," she moaned. "Ohhhhhhhh."
Rolando afforded her little retraction. Clamping her squirming ass, he applied his dizzying pucker. Nina saw his tip darting fancifully around the distended nub before dealing its splintering whips.
Following the path of his tongue and its fevered movements made Nina horny. Her pussy muscles flexed while she viewed his imaginative curls on Conchetta's bared tits. She wondered how that part of him might be better employed toward herself.
"You can't resist her, can you, Rolando?" Nina purred. "Conchetta is delightful. Even another woman can spot her charms."
Nina's stirring commentary riled him. Rolando carefully lifted Conchetta and laid her across the sofa. Nina vacated her area prior to Rolando's coordination of her undulating shape, which spanned the cushions. He scrambled to the floor, positioning himself between those incredible legs. Conchetta's panties slithered down her trim thighs in response to his tugging. Nina swallowed roughly at the sight of the black ringlets framing that moist pussy.
"She's exquisite," Nina said.
His heavy thumbs pinned back the juicy flaps. Nina shivered at the sight of that glistening pink flesh. Rolando, with tongue extended, lowered his face.
"Ohhhhhhhh," Conchetta moaned, twisting beneath his subsequent licks.
It was as though she had ceased to exist. The mercurial couple was oblivious to Nina's tormented study. Breathlessly, she watched Rolando's oral worship of Conchetta. His mouth covered her snatch, sucking loudly at its slippery pulp. Eagerly, he stabbed into those wet folds, separating its soft layers, then manipulating its scented tissue with his lips. Conchetta lifted herself to that furious tip, then whimpered as it impaled her cunt. He visibly enjoyed tongue-fucking her.
"Look how she loves it," Nina interjected. "Oh, Rolando. You're driving her mad. Oh, yes. Go down on that sweet pussy. Gulp those juices."
Nina's exciting account pierced Conchetta's reverie. She looked meaningfully at her boss. Her lips widened and a prolonged gasp emerged, punctuated by a flash of tongue. Conchetta surveyed Nina's body, from her jutting breasts barely contained by her corset, to her lean hips and fashionable legs. Her chin went up when Rolando intensified his slurps. When her dark eyes reopened, they were misty. With a curl of her tongue, she recommenced studying Nina's sensational curves. Her intent was plain.
Nina slowly removed her tights. She dragged them over her hips, down her flawless thighs and stepped out of them. Rolando, immersed in eating Conchetta, failed to take note of her striptease. His girlfriend, however, was thoroughly aware of the magnificent flesh she revealed-particularly when Nina dropped her panties and brandished a crop of brown ringlets. Nina's cunt fell under her tormented study.
"Mmmmmm," Rolando mumbled, pressing his mouth tightly to Conchetta's snatch. He drank feverishly from her cunt, prompting her hips to thrash and buttocks to smack the cushions.
Quietly, Nina climbed over Conchetta's face. Pinning back her juicy cunt lips with her fingers, she sat on the girl's mouth. Conchetta, primed for the spicy treat Nina tendered, sank her tongue into that nectar-rich crevice.
Nina moaned as it cut through her hot squish. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, Conchetta. That's wonderful. Oh yes. Ohhhhhh." She rotated her hips to receive full benefit of her gifted tip.
Rolando contemplated the rippling pussy perched on his girlfriend's face. Conchetta swept over the gleaming pink flesh, laundering its drippage. His hunger for Conchetta's honey supply increased. He lingered over her tasty snatch, deriving satisfaction from its zesty flavor.
Another man would have been deemed a threat, but Rolando clearly relished Conchetta's preoccupation with a woman. He savored his girlfriend's attention to the blossoming clit. Her lavish slurps held him captive.
Nina moaned, riding Conchetta's face. She gave her gentle direction, muttering under her breath. "Ohhhhhhhh. That feels so good. More. Eat me, baby. Eat me good. Oh, yeah. Ohhhh." She pressed down on her mouth, then shifted seductively over her cheeks and chin. Her gyrations afforded the young woman a wider area of concentration. "Stick your tongue in it. Move it around. Lick me, baby. Ohhhhhhhh."
Conchetta probed her tangy depths, then returned for a shivering pass of her throbbing clit. She whipped Nina into a frenzy. Engaging that pebble, she lapped it until Nina became hoarse. When her boss nearly flew off her face, Conchetta clutched her ass and pulled her back for more. "Mmmmmmm."
Nina heard Conchetta's gulps beside Rolando's. The scent of pussy juice pinched her nostrils. She alternated from watching Rolando's luxuriant dabs to Conchetta's imagine pirouettes. Both were a visual treat.
Rolando grooved on the smell of female excitement. He ate voraciously of Conchetta's pussy. She pressed herself against his mouth, wrenching every bit of the sensation he produced. Her muffled sobs turned him on. He attacked her love button without an intermission. Conchetta's orgasm was a carefully structured event that culminated from each meticulous slurp. He wanted his girlfriend to cum while her boss's pussy covered her face. The prospect of Conchetta bringing Nina to climax augmented his zeal.
Conchetta writhed behind Rolando's electrifying darts. He stunned her with his continual flicks. Ohhhhhhhhhh. There was simply no escape from them, no matter how feverishly she moved. Naturally, Conchetta had no yearning to desert him. She wanted him to finish-just as she wanted to bring Nina's joy to a satisfying conclusion. Nina had always aroused her in a way she couldn't describe; sucking her pussy addressed that intrigue. Mmmmmmmm. Her boss was so appetizing, she couldn't receive her fill. Her cunt juices were tinged with sugar. Conchetta downed all Nina had to give. She squeezed her pussy with her lips and milked it of its palatable fluid.
Nina reached her limit. Conchetta curled her toes from that sweet exploration. Her loins tingled uncontrollably. "I'm going to cum," she moaned, jerking her hips. She flattened herself over that hotly provoking tip. "Oh, Jesus. Ohhhhhhhhh."
Rolando managed to send Conchetta into a similar orbit. She spasmed beneath his oral ministrations. Her thighs locked about his head during her furious shudder. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, Rolando," she sputtered, with Nina's juices flowing in her mouth. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
Nina, massaging her seizure-ridden mound, slipped from Conchetta's face. Within seconds of her abandonment, Rolando covered his girlfriend with his man's body. He had unzipped his pants and moved toward that gushing cunt with a blazing hard-on. It slid smoothly into her wet trench.
"Oh, yeah," Conchetta gasped as he filled her pussy. After getting eaten, feeling a man between the lips of her pussy was always enjoyable. She pushed herself toward it, completing their connection. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Stick yourself into me, baby. Let me cover it up with my warm snatch. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh." She loved having his hard dick occupy that intimate space; it commanded all the room she had. Gritting her teeth and sinking her head into the cushions, she carefully wrapped her legs around his waist. Rolando balanced himself on his elbows, observant of not crushing her fragile form with his weight. "Ohhhhhhh. Now, pump me with that monster. Feed it to me."
Her plea matched the thirst in his loins. He rammed between those spread thighs, letting her drenched cunt engulf him. His cry of pleasure reverberated. Her hot squish made way for his lumbering shaft. He sliced neatly into its moist clasp. "Ahhhhhhhhh. Love me with that tight pussy. Stroke me with that wanting snatch."
Nina gravitated behind Rolando, fascinated to see where they were joined. His cock, stretching Conchetta's snatch to capacity, was crammed to the hilt. His balls strained at its pink borders while he fought to push another fraction of himself into its succulent clutch. Their frenzied union stirred her. She clasped her orgasm-ravaged pussy and shivered. Ohhhhhh. Even in the aftermath of Conchetta's sweet tonguing, she still quivered.
"Fuck me," Conchetta sobbed, swinging her hips forward. Rolando jammed himself into wet cunt. "Harder." His balls slapped her inner thighs. "Ohhhhhhh. Oh, yeah. Fuck me hard."
Again, Nina felt compelled to offer her services unbeknownst to her audience.
Rolando trembled when Nina vented her warm breath over his balls. Christ. He grit his teeth while burying his cock into Conchetta. Before he reached bottom, Nina applied her moist tip. "Ahhhhhh," he groaned, unable to contain the sensation.
Conchetta gasped when Nina traced the expanded boundaries of her cunt. Although Rolando plugged her snatch with his thriving manhood, Nina made her presence known. Her boss's tongue was infinitely softer than Rolando's. Conchetta soared from its delightful flutter.
Nina licked them both, stimulating them to no end. What should have been a lazy fuck evolved into a frantic coupling. Soon, their two bellies slapped with wild abandon. Nina drove them to an irreversible point, flicking away at their secured flesh.
Nina smacked her lips. Rolando's sweat was cleaned from his balls, while Conchetta's zesty seepage had been extracted. Showing them a verve in her slurps, she provoked them to orgasm. Her saliva trickled from that inflamed area.
"Oh, God," Conchetta hissed between clenched teeth. Nina's oral inventiveness had enhanced Rolando's thorough pumping. "Ohhhhh."
"You're making us cum," Rolando gasped before going into his convulsion. "Uggghhhh."
Nina watched them rock as one. After moments of studying his feverish thrusts into that snug ring, she saw Rolando's abundant discharge ooze. Nina extended her tongue to remove the overflow. "Mmmmmmm."
When she left them, they were snuggling.
CHAPTER FOUR
"You ought to know your daughter tried to seduce me last night," Kirk advised Nina over the phone the following morning. "She put her hand on my crotch. It took every ounce of will power I possessed to keep her from taking it out."
"Is that a fact?" she purred. "Count yourself lucky. She rejected a dozen men before you happened along." It was unnecessary for her to lower her tone or talk in code; Nancy had gone out for coffee. Nina had just turned on her computer and began the chore of constructing a resume for a part-time job when the phone rang.
Kirk sounded incensed by her lack of sympathy. "Don't you care?"
"I'm pleased to hear we're two of a kind."
"Incidentally, where were you last night? I waited for quite a while with Nancy before giving up."
Nina had no intention of furnishing him those details. The account would sear Kirk. "Let if suffice that I resolved the disagreement between Conchetta and Rolando. It took some doing, but I believe both parties came to terms." Her lips curved in rendering him that description.
"It must have been some discussion. I barely got away with my virtue intact."
"Poor baby. You should have given up the fight and had yourself a ball."
There was a moment's hesitation. "You sound serious, Nina. What is it? Don't you mind sharing me with your daughter?"
Nina sighed. "Nancy's been through a recent setback. She's always required delicate handling. Being there apparently helped her regain some self-esteem. I appreciate your pampering her, if only to steer her out of that rut." She tapered to a seductive lilt. "Nobody is forcing you to do anything that goes against your grain."
"She is attractive," he confessed. "She has many of your physical traits-but she's not you."
Nina thought his appraisal sweet. Kirk was merely stressing his fidelity-a commodity deficient in her ex-husband. She had no qualms about Nancy and Kirk becoming intimate, but she sensed uneasiness on his part. "She'll be here through the end of the week. I hope you realize how important her visit is to me. Nancy and I weren't on sure footing. We officially buried the hatchet as of yesterday. I want nothing to spoil our reconciliation."
"I'll do what I can," he assured, "within reason."
"I couldn't ask for more."
"I hope not. Making a clean getaway was a piece of work."
Nina repressed her smile. "Don't agonize over it. You'll do fine."
Nancy returned minutes after their conversation ended, bearing two cups of coffee. She placed one down before Nina. Her expression alluded to a frivolous train of thought. "Kirk isn't involved with anyone, is he?" she asked, out of the blue.
Nina refrained from wincing. "I wouldn't have the remotest idea. His personal life isn't a topic of conversation at the bar."
"He was so resistant last night," she reported, her brow knitting together. "I didn't think getting a good night kiss was asking too much."
"In all probability, he's shy."
Nancy twinkled after contemplation. "I'll bet he's dynamite in the sack."
Nina had been on the verge of sipping her coffee when that item fell into her lap. Her daughter had never been frank about her sexual designs in the past. She casually received Nancy's candor. "What brings you to that conclusion?"
"I can't explain. Something about him really turns me on." She glanced at Nina. "I hope you don't mind."
"Why would I?"
"He's one of your regular customers. I wouldn't want to generate a bad impression-having him think the manager's daughter is loose."
Nina couldn't stifle the giggle that automatically rose in her throat. The manager already did an outstanding job in that department. "I assure you, dear, that won't be a problem."
"I was going to go shopping this afternoon. I don't have anything sexy to wear for tonight. Would it be all right if I did some running around on my own?"
Nina feigned indignation. "You don't want your mother's input?"
"I want totally to surprise everyone."
Nancy obviously relished creating suspense. Kirk had a positive effect. "As you wish."
She only hoped he wouldn't spurn her infatuation.
A knock sounded on her door after lunch. Nancy had long since embarked on her shopping spree. Nina was delighted to find
Dave Manchester standing in the hall.
"Are you ready to pose?" he asked.
Her lips curved. "Pose? I don't recall making any specific arrangements."
"Of course, you don't," he breezily replied. "You left my apartment in a state of disarray."
"That, I remember." Their spontaneous coupling had left her disoriented. She hadn't expected him to be calling upon her that soon. "Isn't your apartment in need or organization? You couldn't possibly have stored all those boxes."
"Come and see. I happen to be efficient. My studio is in order."
Nina couldn't resist his invitation when regarding those dark brown eyes. She felt a surge of lust in recounting their late morning adventure. "By all means. You've got my curiosity."
Dave's apartment underwent reorganization. There wasn't a box, nor an ungainly pile of clothes to be found. A few studio chairs, a card table and a floor lamp comprised his furnishings. One corner of the room was dedicated to principal photography. An umbrella and backdrop were expertly arranged. She was impressed with the speed of its transformation.
"Were you actually serious?" she questioned. "About taking pictures of me?"
"I'm always serious when selecting my models. I can't afford to be impractical. An hourly rate gets quite expensive."
"I couldn't accept payment," Nina stipulated. "I'm not a professional."
"You couldn't prove that by me," he teased. "Get yourself comfortable. I want to capture you in a natural context."
Nina had never attempted anything of the sort. She assumed Dave wanted nudity. Having enjoyed sex with him, disrobing did not present a problem. She rather hoped things got out of hand. Going a second round with him and that delicious cock intrigued her.
Dave busied himself with taking light readings. Nina unbuttoned her blouse. She made certain Dave saw it droop from her shoulders. At his grin, she unfastened her slacks; they inched seductively down her thighs. The glimpse of flesh set his Adam's apple in motion. She pretended to be untouched by his dawning arousal.
"What am I supposed to do?" she asked.
"If I have to tell you, we'll never get around to the pictures."
Nina's lips curved. "Oh? Are you entertaining naughty thoughts?"
"If you could read my mind, you'd blush."
She settled into the studio chair and spread her legs. Her bra and panties were her sole garments. Judging from Dave's devilish expression, Nina doubted they would be retained at length.
Dave took several frames of her altering her posture. The flash of the camera blinded her. His finger paused above the button. "I'm not getting enough light."
"Perhaps you ought to adjust the window shades."
He shook his head, then fetched a plastic bottle filled with liquid. "Douse yourself with that."
"What is it?"
"Baby oil."
Nina beamed knowingly. "Aren't we getting ahead of ourselves?"
"It'll enhance the smoothness of your skin," he innocently explained. "You'll shine."
"Among other things," she murmured. Unscrewing the cap, she tilted the bottle and sprinkled a few drops on her breasts. A sensuous feeling blazed within her. Mmmmm. At once, her nipples became alert and slowly climbed through the cups. Manually, she administered the solution. She swirled over her bust, appreciating the oil's fresh scent. Her fingers carried it to the drier areas, then devoted lavish concentration.
A pleasured gasp escaped her lips. Quelling it was next to impossible.
Dave studied her rousing diversion. He watched the stimulating application and felt the heat mount in his loins. His recognition of Nina's sensuality was not a fluke-the woman was truly a natural. Her beauty was of model quality. For an older woman, she retained her vivacity. Someone younger couldn't have supplied the same jarring effect, nor duplicated Nina's essence. Those big tits glistened. The indentations made by her nubs had him salivating. He fantasized about sucking them. Christ, he wanted her that very moment. Their assignment, however, was far from complete. He hadn't lured her to his apartment exclusively for a quickie. Arresting that bubbling sexuality on film had been a sincere venture. "Don't forget your stomach or legs. We need plenty of it on you."
Nina showered her abdomen. The oil trickled down her exquisite flesh, then behind her panties. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. It trickled through her bush, then ran down her lips. Her pussy throbbed. She yearned for something hard to probe its quivering depths. Dave, in a rigid state, was exactly what it needed.
"Moisten yourself," Dave hoarsely reminded.
The oil coursed over her taut skin. Nina hadn't an inch of flab. She was slim as ever, deliciously proportioned.
He couldn't dismiss the tremulous flare that illuminated her eyes. Nina reveled in her sexuality. She had a very hungry disposition. She sought pleasure with reckless abandon. Dave, a devout sensualist, spotted that capacity at first blush. Recognition of that potential was a cultivated art. A predator tended to distinguish his own kind.
Nina anointed her legs. She distributed the salve over her shapely thighs, then massaged her calves. Her muscles rippled beneath her luxuriant weave. She looked thoroughly delicious when glazed.
Dave dragged air through his clenched teeth. Whew. Nina kindled a fire in his loins. He could scarcely wait until his project was complete.
He snapped a succession of poses. Nina modified her carriage, angling herself at Dave's direction. Responding heatedly to the lens, she proceeded to dazzle him. Her talents were innate. Nina knew precisely how to say "fuck me" with her eyes. Her lips slanted provocatively. Her tits bounced on command. Erotic connotations were continually pounded home. His throat went dry when surveying those extraordinary curves attached to that sassy expression. Her oiled breasts and sultry look were centered for the flashing light. Taking command of the session, she called attention to her more flattering angles. She flourished beneath his wanting gaze. He squelched the urge promptly to do her on the studio chair. Seizing those ankles and drawing them apart, then pressing into her wet opening with his pulsing tip was exactly the thrill he aspired.
Nina dove into the bustle of being photographed. She emptied her mind of all things but sex. Visions of what Dave had done to her served as inspiration. Ohhhhhhh. She dwelled upon having his cock in her mouth-that burgeoning mass of hard muscle. His tremors were well-remembered, particularly when she orally stroked him. The delicate curls of her tongue made him painfully rigid. Mmmmmm. The taste of his balls made her palate scream with joy. She could have easily spent the afternoon licking his cock and not tire of it.
Fucking him had been immensely satisfying. Riding that hard dick gave her enormous pleasure. That pumping sensation endured several hours beyond leaving him. Though he wasn't of exceptional size, Dave backed his strokes with fiery enthusiasm. She ached from his punishing thrusts-yet wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
Nina ruminated about another pairing with him-perhaps after the final snapshot. Posing for him left her itchy and restless. Her cunt longed to swallow that thick, driving cock.
Dave, wiping the sweat from his brow, came up for air. Nina had no rival. She was a bona fide original. He deliberated over every picture. Nina caused his imagination to meander. Her eyes burned holes through his skin; her mouth inspired a flurry of hot scenarios; those huge breasts warranted expanded study.
"Are we finished?" she asked, steering him back to reality.
He nodded.
"Let's go develop them. I'm dying to see how I fared."
Dave converted the smaller, second bedroom into a darkroom. Black paper covered the windows, blocking the faintest shred of light. The red bulb offered an eerie glow. Nina entered without bothering to don her clothes; her bra and panties remained on the floor.
Nina watched Dave mix the proper chemicals in the colored trays. Having him all to herself in a nearly pitch-black room left her hot and bothered. Unable to contain those emotions, she slid up against his buttocks and rubbed him with her crotch.
"Let's see who's going to run out of the kitchen first," she whispered in his ear.
Dave groaned. Nina smashed her horny cunt to his buns. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. He leaned up against the table. Fortunately, he was waiting for the negatives to develop. Had she attempted that at a crucial moment, all that work would have been ruined.
She reached around and cupped his crotch. A surge of tingles flowed through him, rocking him on his heels. His cock, swelling through his pants, beat behind her teasing fingers.
"Oh, yeah. This is how I like it-big and hard. Mmmmmmm." Her tongue darted at his ear lobe as she groped him. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Where are you going to put it, baby? Will you make me moan with it? Hmmmmmm? Do you want to go inside me? Oh, yeah. I want to feel how excited you are with my pussy." She stroked his crotch, rejoicing in his significant tremors.
The baby oil's fragrance sailed through the darkroom. He inhaled her scented flesh. Nina was spectacular. His need for her was overpowering. Capping that emotion tested his self-discipline like never before.
He removed the roll of negatives from the developing solution, then clipped them on a suspended line. His hand shook. At the brink of madness, he nearly faltered in dealing with them. Carefully wiping the moisture from the film, he related the dripping chemicals to erotic suggestion. The errant drops brought Nina's succulent pussy to mind.
Normally, he would switch on his fan to expedite the drying process. Instead, he merely let them hang. The rush of air in the room would accomplish the same result; it happened to be his only option, given the mounting torment of Nina's fingers.
He spun on his heel and confronted that female heat. Nina flung herself into his arms. She whimpered just before his tongue plunged into her mouth. His hand clamped her ass and dragged her tightly against his agitated body. Nina felt his throbbing hard-on digging into her mound.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she breathed. The strength he exhibited provoked frantic hormone activity. She could feel how deeply he wanted her. "I'm aching for it, baby. I need it badly. Ohhhhhhhhhhh." She massaged him with her crotch. Her sluggish rotations were agony for him.
Dave groaned. Nina was hot and slippery from the oil. His fingertips delved into her malleable flesh. He ground his stiff cock against that tender snatch. Ahhhhhhhhhh. He had to stick himself into her ferocious heat.
Nina grappled with his belt. She maneuvered it through the buckle, then unclasped his top button. His zipper came down after several anxious tugs. She met a complication when negotiating his hefty growth. Dave's pounding excitement challenged her patience.
Dave compounded her effort by sweeping her mouth with his tongue. She operated solely through touch. The bombardment of goose bumps had her reeling. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.
His pants, weighted by the belt, dropped from his thighs. Dave swallowed roughly when Nina enclosed the shape of his cock through his underwear. One less shielding layer of clothing exposed him to her riling stroke. Ahhhhh. For a moment, he thought he was going to cum in his briefs. Nina relentlessly fondled him. Elaborately, she caressed his balls. He was certain she perceived their churning accumulation.
Her scheme did not consist of him shedding his shorts, nor were hers to be removed. Hooking her thumb to the edge of the material at his inner thigh, she guided his cock. It sprang from captivity. Dave pulsed madly in her hand. Mewling, she relished his palpitations.
Dave comprehended her plan. Taking her initiative, he pushed aside the side of her panties, uncovering the dark ringlets of her pubes. He squeezed her pussy. Ahhhhhhhhh. She was wet-and ready to take him.
Leaning up against the table, she spread her legs. Her cunt lips split apart. Dave aimed for that sopping hole and pressed into it. At once, her pussy absorbed his domed head. Clenching his teeth and sucking air into his lungs, he immersed his cock into her jarring warmth.
"Oh yeah," Nina sobbed deliriously as he crammed himself into her. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Fill me with it. I want the whole thing. Ohhhhhhhh. It's so fucking hard. I love it, baby. I love the way it feels."
His dick sliced through her juicy squish. He pushed his cock into her pussy until they were belly to belly. His balls touched the soft flesh of her inner thighs.
Her guttural heat neutralized the irritation of her panties and his underwear. It didn't matter that they hadn't discarded them. He thought the obstacle heightened their wild spontaneity.
He pumped her slowly, deriving satisfaction from his lumbering movements through her smothering pulp. Ahhhhhhhhhh. Her pussy produced moist, loving sounds around his shifting cock. He loved that arousing din. Grunting, he fucked that wet snatch. It swung at him, gobbling him to the root. The sensations that coincided with her impalement were equally sweet. Nina attached herself with such fervor. He had to catch his breath. She stroked his cock with her slick folds. He gasped at her exertions.
"Yeah, baby," he muttered. "Take me deep. Drag me to the bottom of your hot cunt. Ahhhhhhhhhhh." She enclosed him so fiercely, he shut his eyes. His heart hammered. Moving his hips once more, he working himself through her sucking passage. Jesus! Nina knew precisely how to handle him. He savored the press of her slippery walls.
"Fuck me," Nina begged. Dave's dick was beating wildly inside her cunt. She sensed the fury building in his loins. Jamming herself at that hard dick, she moaned as it filled her. She yielded to its hungry push. "Ohhhhhhhhh. More." Nothing supplied a greater thrill than feeling a man inside her. She called upon her inner resources to furnish him one toe-curling embrace after another. His labored breathing informed her that the investment paid large dividends. Dave was essentially hoarse from dealing with those massaging cunt lips and their heavenly friction. "Faster, baby. Ram it into me. I can handle it."
"Ahhhhhhhh," he groaned, rapidly thrusting into those quivering loins. "Oh, yeah."
The red light provided a unique atmosphere. Their flesh glowed a crimson hue. Nina saw nothing beyond Dave's hulking figure. They were plunged in darkness.
Without warning, Dave pulled himself out of her snatch. Nina moaned. His disengagement tormented her. The material of her panties covered her pumped hole. Ohhhhhhh. Her frustration mounted. Suddenly, those powerful hands turned her around. Nina fanned herself across the table, elevating her ass. "Get back inside me, baby. Hurry. I'm going out of my mind."
His cock moved through his fist while he surveyed the span of those butt cheeks. Dave smacked his lips. His eyes adjusted to the dim light. Pinning back her panties again, he ogled Nina's pink folds, though their color was artificially altered. Inserting himself between those juicy flaps, he instantly grit his teeth. "Ahhhhhhhh," he gasped, dipping into her cunt. Her moist flesh tugged at his bulbous head until he surrendered to its force. Howling with joy, he disappeared into that narrow space.
Nina shoved herself at that dick until her soaked lips fully covered him. She wept with joy when his pubes grazed her ass. Her snatch contained every pulsating inch. "Ohhhhhhhh."
Dave went in and out of that hugging cunt. He threw back his head and exhaled. Her pussy grabbed him in large mouthfuls. Ignoring its sapping clench was futile. The skin of his cock bunched before those greedy lips completely devoured him. She sent tremors through his system. "Christ, you're so tight. Ahhhhhhhh." He seized her hips and pumped that wet hole. His breath came up short. The conflict between cock and pussy led to eye-rolling bliss. He slapped her writhing buttocks with his groin. His balls whacked her. He plunged into that tingling inferno. "Is this how you want it, baby? Hard and fast?" He plowed into those buns. "More?"
"Oh, yeah," Nina cried. He couldn't hurt her. She was much too excited. "Ohhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah. Fuck me good."
She clawed the surface of the table, absorbing his length. He instigated a fire with his backward and forward propulsion. She sobbed as he shafted her. Ohhhhhhhhh. He crammed his entire bulk into her seething passage.
Jesus! He was really giving her something to remember him by. Considering his pummeling, her cunt would tingle for hours.
Involuntarily, she began fingering herself. She jiggled her awakened clit, effecting a satisfying rhythm. Her pleasure doubled.
Dave heard the slick sounds emanating from her pussy. He drove himself into the heart of her cunt, pleased to learn of her disturbance. "Too much for you?"
"Don't stop."
He groaned. "Ahhhhhhhhh. At this point, I don't think I could."
He fucked her without a moment's respite. His dick slid in and out of that clutching pussy, savoring its luscious pinch.
Nina caressed her love button with renewed vigor. Both sensations were electrifying. Pleasure beamed to every vessel.
He framed her quaking buns with his hands.
Despite the profusion of sweat his thrusts precipitated, Nina was slippery from the baby oil. While sliding in and out of those clinging folds, he studied her anus. A new urge blossomed. He probed her wrinkled opening with his thumb. Nina's slick flesh immediately yielded to his curiosity. He pondered the satisfaction to be had within its crushing embrace. Filling Nina's ass with his cock dominated his thoughts.
"Want to fuck my ass?" she suddenly asked.
Dave gulped. Speech was practically hopeless beyond the lump that formed in his throat. Mentally pursuing that idea shook him. "Won't it hurt?"
Nina's lips curved. "I can handle it."
Dave detached himself from the cohesive folds of her pussy. Nina's reception to some anal action surprised him. Most women he encountered shunned that form of entry. The few that acquiesced required lengthy preparation. "Are you sure?"
She nodded with her eyes shut. Her frantic digit plucked the air from her lungs. "Ohhhhh. Do it. Put it in my ass."
His bloated crown gravitated to her rear portal. He felt the heat rise from it, snaring him. The natural lubricants of her skin blended with the baby oil to pave the way. Slowly, he introduced that part of himself. His body screamed for total encasement, yet he was observant of her comfort. The juices from her pussy coating him simplified entry. He inched into that hot fissure.
"Oh, God," Nina yelped. Her finger paused in its gratifying swirl above her clit.
"Does it hurt?"
She emphatically shook her head. "Finish."
She continued to receive him in her grasping buns. Several times, he nearly lost it. The impulse to shoot in her rectum intensified. Summoning every ounce of will power, he managed to defeat the urge. When Nina's anus closed over his pulsing base, he let out a tortured breath.
"That feels incredible," he loudly exhaled.
Nina, savoring that cumbersome monstrosity, resumed her clitoral massage. She circled the hard pebble. Her digit slid around the moist patch until she gained momentum. Ecstasy returned in a flourish. Ohhhhhhhh. Electricity jolted her body. She thrashed in splendor.
Dave's embedded cock provided a separate flutter. She was acutely aware of its placement. Stirring up a frenzy, he prodded her dark squish. He began his lumbering voyage on a sluggish note, then firmly pumped her. She moaned as he pushed through her asshole.
"That feels nice," she purred. "Oh, yeah. Fuck me in the ass. Cram yourself into my hot buns."
Dave obeyed. He groaned from the tight fit. Nina obviously did not often submit her pliant cheeks for that type of recreation. Watching himself vanish in that crinkled hole, he appreciated her accommodation. "Ahhhhhhhh. You've got an incredible ass."
Nina listened to soft sounds of her flesh kneading Dave's cock. She cried out when he dug into her butt, then jiggled herself until her vision blurred. He went faster, slapping his balls to her wiggling rump. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. That's it. Fuck me. Shove your cock in there. Ohhhhhh. More, baby. Every bit of it."
Dave pumped that frenzied asshole. He stuck himself to capacity, then dragged all but the mushroomed head from its puckering confines. Reversing direction, he groaned as that cramped passageway tugged at his cock's skin. He jerked through its quenching tweak.
Nina may have cried out, but that shaking ass always came back for more. She engulfed him with constricting muscle. There was no escape from her exhausting clamp.
Eluding orgasm became a lost cause. Nina felt the urge to cum when her relief-giving finger brought her pleasure to a bubbling peak. Dave's backseat driving enhanced her manual stimulation.
"I'm going to cum," she blurted, tending the escalating madness between her legs. Her clit burned beneath her finger. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
Dave erupted the moment her hips rocked from orgasm. "Ugggghhhhhhhh," he bellowed. "Ugggggggghhhhh. Uggghhhhhhhhhh."
Nina shuddered as hot jism poured into her bowels. She collapsed on the table while Dave's spurting cock twitched inside her. His creamy ejaculate flowed in abundance.
They stood there for several moments, linked and basking in that sweet resplendence.
Nina gazed at the strip of negatives hanging from the suspended wire, then smiled. She couldn't wait until they created the prints-a whole new adventure could be made of that.
CHAPTER FIVE
"I don't think Kirk-likes me," Nancy revealed to her mother while they shopped that next afternoon.
Nina replaced the hat she examined back on its hook. Alarm was scrupulously edited from her expression. "What makes you assume that?"
She threw her hands up. "He hardly said anything to me last night at Tangerine's-and abruptly left without saying a word."
Nina recalled his frustration. She made it absolutely clear: no sneaking off, nor secret rendezvous during Nancy's visit-without exception. Her ultimatum was tersely whispered after Nancy excused herself for the lady's room. Kirk, unaccustomed to Nina's brush-off, refused to take part in her deception.
"What does it take to get him?" she whined. "I never encountered such resistance before. I may not have had successful relationships, but my allure has rarely failed me. I usually have to fight them off-not duel for their attention."
"Kirk is.. . different."
"How so?"
Nina shrugged. "He's a man with a separate agenda. He hails from a highly respected family. His father is an institutional trader at a brokerage firm, and his mother a society matron. Though he's been taught to thirst for challenge and steep rewards, Kirk seeks his own identity. I'll admit, I rarely see him salivating over any of the women-possibly because the other men do it, and Kirk, if anything, is original. He conceals his interest. One can never anticipate his wants. He is not easily won over." She pensively regarded her daughter. "You possess the charm that would draw him. Don't surrender so quickly. He will eventually melt."
Nancy was unconvinced of her mother's rationale. "He sounds like a rebel."
"He is."
"How do you know so much about him?"
"A bartender is often a confidante. People pour their hearts out to me over many a drink. I consider myself the working man's therapist."
Nancy's consolation was not freely achieved. Kirk's detachment had her totally perplexed.
Nina could not reconcile having Kirk to herself while her daughter wanted him. She could not be that insensitive. It wasn't as though she hadn't missed him. Kirk ranked very high in her affections. Gazing at him elicited powerful waves of desire. She recalled his untiring tongue and pleasure-giving cock with a smile. Mmmmmmmmmmm. She wasn't the least uncomfortable about Nancy experiencing those delights. She could vouch for their revitalizing effect. If it accelerated the healing process for a broken heart, Nina was inclined to try it.
Those privileges would be hers to claim down the road. Kirk would soon be welcome in her bed. She missed that twenty-one-year-old cock, and could not discount the joy it afforded her.
Meanwhile, Dave's forty-six-year-old one kept her satisfied. Nina was amazed at the strength of his virility. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. He lasted for hours. There was a hunger in that man she couldn't begin to fathom. Men traditionally arrived at their sexual peak early in their adult life. Dave defied that theory. With him, it only seemed to get better. She could relate to that philosophy. The age of one's flesh had no relation to his or her performance. One thing was certain: his sexual powers had not been fully tapped. She believed she could expect a great deal more of him-Dave would surely deliver on that assumption.
"Okay," Nancy teased, "what are you smirking about?"
Nina laughed. "Caught me, eh? Oh, just a joke I was told at the bar. People tell me the silliest things." She waved her hand. "I can't repeat it, however-it was quite raunchy."
Nancy found happiness in studying her mother. She was brimming with love. "I can't get over the change in you. It's as though you've become a different woman. Becoming independent has made a noticeable improvement in your outlook."
"I enjoy my freedom. It's amazing the number of choices that are available when you aren't tied to one person."
"Why don't I feel as lucky? I'm still single."
Nina fondly caressed her shoulder. Dropping pearls of wisdom wasn't her game, but since her daughter solicited it, she gladly offered it. "You haven't gone through life's initial phase yet. You don't appreciate what you have until you've traded it for something else. You're young-still at the starting gate. With age, you become smarter. The choices you should have made ring loudly in your head. That's the nicest part of growing older: the fog eventually clears, enabling you to act intelligently on previously confounding issues."
Nancy, sighing, sifted through the racks. "You make it sound so simple." She pulled out an eye-popping outfit, then admired it. "Do you think Kirk would like me in this?"
Nina's lips curved. Kirk liked women in nothing. She wasn't about to disclose that to her daughter. "I think you could attract his attention in anything you chose."
"That hasn't been the case."
"Why don't you try it on? I'm going to browse in that section over there." Nina pointed to a display of skirts and blouses that previously caught her eye. She would require a new outfit when interviewing for that part-time office job. "I'll meet up with you shortly."
Nina, glancing through the line of blouses, skimmed her fingertips over the material. There was something wonderfully decadent about silk. Her undergarments were strictly of that fabric. Mmmmmmmmmmm. She adored how it felt over her pussy. A shiver went through her. The best situation was donning the blouse without a bra. Her nipples would receive its lush benefit. The kiss of silk on her aroused flesh was almost equivalent to that of a man; almost, but not nearly as satisfying.
She selected a skirt that complemented the blouse, then strolled over to the changing rooms. The section where Nancy had gone was completely occupied. Nina traveled to the opposite side of the floor, where she found plenty of available stalls.
Setting her things on a hook, she began to strip. The full-length mirror captured each stage of her undress. She marveled at her spectacular profile. Maintaining an active lifestyle kept her deliciously trim. Her breasts bounced inside their lacy cups. Tossing her brown hair over her shoulders, she assessed her wrinkle-free complexion. Thus far, the ravages of time hadn't taken effect. Even under the store's harsh lighting, she could pass for a woman ten years younger.
Her hand drifted over her flat stomach. Her fingers stopped short of her crotch. The brown ringlets captured beneath her silk panties were obscured, yet seen. Unable to squelch the urge, she cupped her mound. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Why was she always in a constant state of arousal? Sex persistently echoed from the rear corridors of her mind. Erotic thoughts became superimposed over her normal stream at the least provocation.
When she was twenty-even thirty-sex hadn't been meaningful. Perhaps the quality of her pleasure-or the lack thereof-had demoted its importance. Sex was far superior beyond forty. There was simply no comparison. She discovered its palatability and deemed it vital to her existence.
Her nipples protruded through the lace. The air-conditioning spurred their excitement. She scooped them together, administering an invigorating caress. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Did other women fondle themselves in a department store? Did they fantasize about past lovers and the glory of pleasure while surveying their partial nudity? That imagery stemmed from been sequestered in a small room while other people thronged the aisles, ignorantly shopping. They were oblivious to the raging hormone activity taking place behind closed doors.
Nina reached for the blouse when the door to her compartment suddenly opened. Kirk stared wildly at her exposed body.
"What are you doing here?" she gasped. "Shouldn't you be at work?"
His handsome young face was crimson. She sensed his frustration. His blue eyes shifted erratically. "You're making me suffer, Nina-and I don't like it." He shut the door, then dropped to his knees before it. "It's been agony without you. I'm going out of my mind."
His face was level with her crotch. He grasped her hips, panting. Nina concluded the obvious. "My God-you can't be serious. We're in a store. My daughter is on the same floor, trying something on."
"I can't help it," he muttered, yanking down her panties. "I've got to have some of you now. I want you so badly, I can taste it."
Her heart pounded madly. "Kirk, this is insane. You can't barge in here and demand-" Her speech sharply ended the second his tongue curved into her pussy. She clenched her teeth, then slumped against the wall. "Ohhhhhhhh. Oh, God."
Kirk's blond head bobbed barbarously between her legs. Within seconds of his tongue's entry into her pink folds, Nina lost her argument. Her eyes rolled heavenward. Swinging her arms up, she latched onto the edge of the wall and clung for dear life.
"Mmmmmmm," he groaned, eating her. "You have no idea how I've missed this. Mmmmm. Oh, baby. Nobody tastes like you."
He stuck his tongue into her cunt, wriggling through the layers of squish. Nina oozed at his obstinate probe. Her juices, which flowed into his mouth, were readily dispatched. His thirst for her cunt sugars was unquenchable. He fastened his lips about her nectar-rich hole and sucked it in strong, steady intervals.
Nina gazed down at him. Her tanned thighs framed his blond curls while they shook. She caught the flash of tongue, then felt its feverish mission. Her clit swelled beneath his ardent laps. Denying him her snatch brought him to the brink of madness.
She bit her bottom lip. Suppressing those harsh exhalations was virtually impossible. He circled her clit, then dealt it a few punishing whips. The result was sheer ecstasy. "Jesus, Kirk. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, baby. Ohhhhhhhh."
"I want you so bad, Nina," he said between gulps. "Mmmmmmm. I missed your sweet pussy. I miss the way it responds to my tongue."
Her mouth dropped open as he focused on her clit. Mind-bending suction was inflicted. He rubbed his lips over that moist section while vibrating her love button. Noisily, he drank her female essence. The sounds could not be disguised, nor be mistaken by the unsuspecting shopper.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she gasped, repeatedly coming up for air. Kirk stole the very oxygen from her lungs with his loving exploration.
"Mmmmmmmm," he groaned, oblivious to her torment. He went about extracting the flavor from her sweet cunt lips. "See. You haven't stopped wanting me. Why deprive yourself of it, Nina? Can't you see how badly you needed it? Christ." Lowering his mouth to her cunt, he resumed his frantic consumption.
Nina rocked on her high heels. Kirk delved into her snatch, opening it with his probing licks. He hugged her pulsing mound with his lips, gleaning its honey. Weakly, she replenished his supply. His ruffling slurps saturated her loins. She neared exhaustion as the tremors in her pussy mounted.
"I'm going to make you cum so hard," he promised, attacking her clit with a renewed vim. "You'll be screaming for more."
Bringing her to orgasm in a changing room wasn't the ideal site, but Nina was unable to resist him. Dodging that high speed tongue was futile. Even when she convinced herself of its insanity, her pussy swung immediately to his thirsty expression for another bout.
Kirk seemed almost satiated from gorging himself on her drenched cunt. That frenzied streak that possessed him appeared to have run its course and had just about burned through his system. Her orgasm, however, was relentlessly sought. That turbulence would not subside until she convulsed in his mouth.
He could have had her daughter-yet he chose her. She couldn't blame him for that decision. His appetite for women ran to the mature.
Nina clawed the walls as his authoritative strokes transported her. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh. I'm almost there, baby-where you want me to be."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," he slobbered. "Mrnmmmmmmmm."
He disabled her power of speech with a few more darts, then sent her up in flames. Clenching her teeth, she hissed. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh." Kirk smothered her seizure-ridden mound with his mouth, tonguing her most delicate area. Her clit throbbed from his volley of licks. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhh."
Nina collapsed in his arms. She dragged air into her lungs while he buried himself in her neck. She fought to compose herself, but the intensity of her climax precluded the effort. She heard Kirk fussing with his belt buckle and zipper during those dazed seconds.
"I've got to fuck you," he murmured. "I need some pussy. I know you wanted me to hold out for a week, but I just can't."
He crammed himself inside her before she could protest. That young, hard dick sent her in a frenzy. Nina slammed against the wall, holding her legs apart. Kirk plowed into her soaked passage, sustaining the momentum. The side of the stall shook from his penetrating thrusts. That stiff cock made her moan. Involuntarily, she shoved herself at it. Containing that pulsing monster-and keeping her cries to an acceptable level-was a major undertaking. Her emerging lust took precedence. Nothing seemed more crucial than getting stroked by his inflamed member.
"See what happens when you hold out on me, Nina." he groaned, shoving himself into her cunt. "I'm a wreck without you. Ahhhhhh. You feel so good in there. Oh, yeah. Soft and wet. Christ."
He closed his eyes and nailed her to the wall.
His pummeling strokes excited her. His balls dealt her satiny flesh one slap after another. She granted him that relief. She savored the hardness he ran through her juicy center. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.
Kirk exploded after a few minutes. The frustration had built to an intolerable point in his loins. "I knew I'd cum fast," he muttered through his contortions. "Ugggghhhhhhhhhh. There's so much of it. I've been saving it for you, baby. Ugggghhhh. Arrrgggghhhhhhh." He had her ass riveted to the wall while feeding her his ample discharge. Jism gushed into her receptive cunt.
Nina managed to get off during that last surge of power. Wrapping herself to that rock-like shaft, she moved her hips while focusing on achieving gratification. Lust rumbled through her loins. She slid back and forth, moaning. She clenched him, getting the most out of his erection. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. I'm cumming. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
After finishing, Nina issued him instructions. Kirk sat on the chair, vaguely listening. He was numb from that jolting release.
"Stay in this room for five minutes. Nancy is sure to be looking for me. She won't buy any story I manufacture if she sees you emerge."
He nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow.
"Would you do me a favor?"
"Anything."
"Take Nancy out to dinner. Show her a nice time."
His placid expression instantly altered. Alarm rang from his blue eyes. "That's not a good idea."
"I'm not asking that you bed her. Simply show her a little attention."
"Jesus, Nina-we've been through all that."
"Please, Kirk." Her tone dropped to a husky level. "You can count on me showing my appreciation."
"Oh?"
Nina saw his cock twitch. "I think I had better get out of here."
"How about a fast preview?"
She shook her head. "I've got enough to explain. I'll expect your unequivocal devotion this evening at Tangerine's." She caressed his thigh. "Do we have a deal?"
"You strike a tough bargain, Nina."
"Payment will be sweet," she promised before slipping out of the room.
CHAPTER SIX
Nina arrived at Tangerine's later that afternoon. A great deal had to be accomplished prior to the club opening its doors to the public. She took inventory of the liquor and ordered food items. Their depletion in the course of a single night's business varied. Nina had a fairly good handle on replenishing supplies.
Nancy, who had been left behind, prepared to make a sensational entrance later in the evening. She assured her daughter Kirk would be stopping by, and that she ought to look her best.
She would be thoroughly pissed if Kirk broke his promise. Nancy brightened at the prospect of seeing him. His absenteeism would be severely felt.
At four o'clock, Tangerine's was practically empty. The regulars which inhabited it during peak hours were dozing. Nina's heels clicked against the parquet floor. Light seeped through the heavily frosted glass, imbuing the room with a peculiar glow. Nina preferred the hush. The noise often reached irritable levels.
Nina consulted the ledgers in Buck's top desk drawer. According to her figures, a few shipments were due the following day. She would have to arrive earlier than usual to receive them. The driver who made the deliveries was a Greek stud with muscles the size of cantaloupes. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. He never seemed to be in a hurry to leave, either-no matter how many other stops he had to make. Those Mediterranean eyes twinkled when holding their gape. Older women, he declared, fascinated him.
Nina found that to be a common occurrence.
Just as she switched on the calculator and began crunching numbers, a soft female cry rang in the background. Her initial thought was that someone had accidentally left a radio playing. After it resounded, she elected to investigate.
A smaller office was situated beside Buck's. In it, Nina caught her bouncer, Woody Harper, and his buddy, Rich Battaglia, having a three-way with one of her barmaids, Shannon McIntyre. Nina sensed a voracious hunger in that Irish lass, but never dreamed it consumed the services of two men.
"Oh, yeah," Shannon moaned while Rich stuffed himself into her pussy. A gorgeous redhead with a mass of undisciplined curls and lime-green eyes, Shannon imparted a look of guttural satisfaction. Rich, kneeling behind her fashionable buttocks, leaned into her proffered cunt while clamping the red fluff between her legs with his bear-like paw. Smashing himself to her backside put a twisted smile on his face. "Ohhhhhhhh. like, it's so hard, baby. Oh, wow. Oh, yeah."
Rich emptied his lungs after squeezing himself into what appeared to be a tenacious cunt. Nina saw his balls rest on her ass. After savoring his fit, he drew back. He was as broad as Nina's wrist. She trembled.
Woody cupped the back of Shannon's head, then steered her toward his elongated cock. Shannon attached her thick, sensual lips with a vengeance. Bubble-rich saliva oozed from her oral clasp. Back and forth that mouth went, driving Woody insane. He gritted his teeth while begging for more.
None of them saw Nina. Their abounding pleasure held them captive. They acted in concert, each lending something to the equation. Their bodies swayed while their sobs rose in pitch.
"Suck it," Woody ordered, guiding his dick into Shannon's mouth. His rugged face, framed by dark blond hair, was lined with tension. Stripped of his shirt, Nina feasted her eyes on that massive chest of gold, dense matting. Sweat poured from his brow. He moved his hips, feeding her more of his long shaft. "Stroke me. Ahhhhh. Use your tongue. Christ. That's it. Ahhhhhhh. Suck that thing. Make it big with your mouth."
"Mmmmmm," Shannon purred, attending it with expert whips. That heap of untamable curls slipped over her shoulders; she flipped it back and gobbled more of Woody without missing a beat. Her rhapsodic demeanor prevailed through the entire event.
Woody's head sagged to one side during Shannon's lengthening sucks. His eyes rolled high in their sockets and his lips went slack. Dropping from her bobbing head, his fists clenched and unclenched at his sides.
Nina trembled. Her pussy got wet from Shannon's ravenous consumption. She wondered how that twirling tip would fare between her legs. Her clit vibrated at the thought of feeling its arousing spiral.
Woody's vision was restored when glancing in Nina's direction. "Oh, shit," he muttered, yanking himself from Shannon's dribbling maw. Shannon's hot drool trickled from his cock and over his balls.
Rich, following suit, withdrew his enlarged cockhead from Shannon's backside. Nina heard its soft pucker when detached. Guilt was written on both their faces.
Shannon's expression was concealed by her pile of curls. She had no desire to confront the boss. Using the bar for a private sex party were grounds for dismissal. They had no indication Nina would arrive earlier than usual.
"Sorry, Nina," Woody mumbled, reaching for his clothes.
She held up a friendly hand to banish the clouds of gloom. "Please. As you were."
Woody blinked. "Huh?"
Nina strutted up to him. Woody was in his late twenties and had achieved beefcake status with their female customers. "There's no reason to apologize. The time clock doesn't officially get punched until seven-thirty. Working off a little steam seems like an excellent idea."
The red locks tumbled over Shannon's shoulders as she righted her face. Her lime pupils sparkled at Nina.
"In fact," she purred, sliding her thumbs behind her waistband, "I believe I'll join you." Her slacks glided over her luscious hips, revealing the frilly lacework of her panties. A hint of her brown patch could be seen behind the silk lattice.
Woody digested her mouth-watering flesh with a smack of his lips. When Nina manned the bar, dressed in her corset and tights, erotic notions filled his mind. To sample her female fragrance was an unexpected treat.
He cupped her ass within seconds of its baring, dragging it close. In a flight of whimsy, he crammed her cunt in his mouth. Her juices flowed onto his tongue as he scooped them from that tangy orifice. He wriggled against that warm, buttery pulp until it yielded more of its nectar. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. He gulped the natural sugars that bubbled from her sodden core.
Nina moaned. Woody's assault had her reeling. The strength he exhibited afforded her a rush. Those hands which brooked no nonsense with troublemakers enclosed her buttocks with remarkable restraint. She undulated before him, smearing his cheeks and chin. His nose sank into her pubes in tandem with his spearing tongue. Her mouth fell open. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she gasped, enjoying his circuitous path. Rich sensations coursed through her. Woody courted her lust with those imaginative swirls. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."
She sank to her knees after relieving herself of her blouse. Her tits bounced at him. Her nipples screamed for his mouth-or one of the others.
Shannon became attuned to that suggestion. Tangerine's Irish vixen longed for such an opportunity to enjoy Nina in such a lush setting. The mystique of the older woman propelled her. She nipped at Nina's swollen nuggets, adding a dash of tongue. Her bubble formation kept those stiff peaks moist and warm. "Mmmmmmmm," she hummed against Nina's trapped flesh. She caressed her tits, savoring their rounded shape.
"Ohhhhhhhh," Nina sobbed. She delighted in Shannon's nibbling. The young woman covered her pink tip with her delicate mouth, then sucked. Liquid friction caused her heart to skip a beat. Nina cradled her head, weaving her fingers through those rebellious locks. Shannon rubbed her lips over Nina's tits, forwarding a commotion. The excitement was contagious. Soon, she widened the distance of her circles to include both nipples in her feast.
Woody devoured Nina's cunt juices with a groan. He loved her rich flavor. "Mmmmmm," he grunted, clamping down on that pink flesh. Tart drippage seeped from her drenched layers.
His tongue's reach curled Nina's toes. She gasped as he delved into her moist pussy. His kiss was deep and wrenching. Nina rotated her hips to gain benefit from its piercing rummage.
Shannon placed her thumbs at each side of Woody's forehead and pulled him back. Her mouth displaced his in a sigh. Shannon's doting lashes succeeded Woody's male slurps. She traced Nina's velvety rim, then stuck her tongue into her tremulous squish.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Nina wailed, her nerve endings nibbled to the quick. Unable to deal with the change in texture, she slumped across the floor. Shannon's lips pursued her with alarming tenacity. Her unruly curls fell over Nina's quivering stomach while the girl took large mouthfuls of cunt. Hungrily, she gobbled those perfumed secretions. Her warm breath gave Nina a rash of goose bumps. Her furious tip sank into Nina's sticky crevice.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh."
Rich, inflamed by Shannon's infatuation with pussy, grabbed his cock. He smothered its pulsations with his fist. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Nina's pinched look was a powerful stimulant, but Shannon's rampant curls bouncing in her lap galvanized his lust. He scrambled behind Shannon, aiming for her lubricated hole. His stout helmet, pressing into her folds, began its descent.
Shannon, detaching herself from Nina's pussy, shuddered. Her lips formed a ring, preceding an extended gasp. "Ohhhhhhhh." Rich's plump cock reawakened that part of her which clamored for a man. He silently reminded her what was still available. His fingers fanned across her quaking crotch, then dug into her flesh. Shannon's moan intensified when his vast trunk spread her to capacity. His balls pressed into her quivering butt cheeks.
Shannon absently stroked his furry arms and writhed against his heavily carpeted chest. She moaned when he started to pump her. He subjected her to slow, cunt-pleasing thrusts.
Nina shivered while watching Shannon get fucked. A shower of tingles coursed through her body. Watching Rich's thing plow through those slick lips caused her temperature to rise. Ohhhhhhhhh. Shannon looked as though she was really enjoying it. Rich put a whole lot into her pussy, and yet she swung her hips back for more.
Sampling her honey supply became imperative-especially with its current stuffing. Slurping Rich was a bonus. Nina settled beside Shannon's squirming length, placing her face next to that red fluff. Nina set her cunt inches from Shannon's overwhelmed expression. Sooner or later, the spirited vixen would want to help herself to another mouthful; Nina wanted her snatch to be totally accessible to that fabulous tongue.
Woody remained silent throughout Nina's rearrangement. His cock jerked through his fist. He stirred behind her, feasting his eyes on her sumptuous ass. For an older woman, Nina retained her tautness. He found not an excess pinch of flab. Even her tits hadn't fallen prey to gravity. She was, in his book, a "good-looking broad."
When Nina put her mouth on Shannon's cunt, Woody's throat went dry. She split those pink folds with her tongue, then lapped the juices. The ardent licks she doled did not end at Shannon's moist borders. Nina included Rich's protruding cock in her lingering sweep. His balls received a shiny coat. Nina splashed hot saliva over their linked parts. Given Rich and Shannon's stunned reactions, they evidently relished each application.
What a delectable woman, he thought, closing the distance between them. His body ached for a taste of her. He shifted restlessly, fitting himself around her backside. She radiated an arousing heat. Jesus. Copying Rich's move, he steered toward those juicy cunt lips. His first thought was to slide into her dank hole, then he changed his mind. Preferring to magnify her appetite, he placed himself against the crack of her ass.
Nina trembled. Woody's palpitations drove her wild. He ground himself to her, exposing her to the fast beat of his dick. Woody's cock was much longer. He was even greater in size than Dave or Kirk. That extra bit of him would go further than she was accustomed. Adjusting to that lengthy shaft was going to be sweet.
Nina spread her legs, then clasped him. He pushed his plump knob between her wet flaps. Woody groaned while adapting to that juicy snatch. A sapping hug embellished her moist heat.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she wept, feeling it climb through her pussy. Woody pried open that upper section. She relaxed and made room for him. "Ohhhhhhhhh."
Shannon observed Woody dipping into Nina's spongy warmth. She had been on the verge of letting out her tongue and tending to her cunt's outpouring juices when Woody filled it with his dick. Nina slid her cock-stuffed pussy toward Shannon's face. Woody's balls and his corpulent stem jutted from Nina's unlocked lips. A stab of hunger pierced Shannon. She wanted to lick them, as Nina had for her and Rich.
"Mmmmmm," Shannon's tongue sprang into action. She followed the strained pink flesh that held Woody. Saliva splashed in bubbly dabs where they were joined. "Mmmmmmm."
"Jesus," Woody groaned, subjected to those tickling lashes. Two sensations assaulted him: Nina's surrounding heat, and Shannon's dash of spittle. He stroked Nina, curving into her snatch while receiving oral relief from Shannon. The combination robbed him of air. "Ahhhhhhh. Oh, yeah. Lick my balls while I fuck her."
Rich enjoyed the same giddiness. Shannon's curly head dropped into Nina's splayed thighs where Woody fit himself. Cock and cunt were drenched with saliva. He studied her pirouettes over Nina's impaled snatch. Nina took pleasure in reciprocating. He obtained the same slurping fervor. Nina dashed over his balls, leaving a trail of snapping foam. Ahhhhhhh. In and out of Shannon's pussy he went, deriving satisfaction from the fluctuation.
"Ohhhhhhhh," Shannon gasped, receiving his thick member into her cunt. "Ohhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah. More. Keep it going."
Nina cleaned the spurting nectar from Shannon. Rich's thrusts were deliberately sluggish. He wanted the same jolting benefit. She directed her tip over his smooth skin gnarled with veins. Mmmmmmmmmm. Rich had a nice cock. His manly taste blended well with Shannon's tart secretions. Both were soaked in hot drool.
"Yeah," Shannon whimpered, rotating her stuffed pussy so that Nina coated every yearning part of it. She disengaged her lips from Nina's cock-loaded snatch and loudly exhaled. She liked watching Woody's long dick go in and out of Nina. "Stroke me with your sweet tongue. Ohhhhhhhh. That feels so good."
Nina traced the flared lips that contained Rich. Shannon's clit thumped beneath her limber tip. She whipped the enlarged bud without mercy. Shannon's jaw dropped and choked cries sounded.
Woody, cupping the back of Shannon's head, returned her to Nina's cunt. When he felt her mouth reattach, he groaned. He liked being smothered by those wet lips and teased by her furious tongue. He also relished being inside Nina. "Ahhhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah, baby. Drown my balls in your spit."
Shannon gave him exactly what he wanted. Her abundant lashes came without restriction. Soon, there was no need for his hand. Shannon remained buried between Nina's legs of her own volition.
Woody's eyes rolled up in their sockets while he endured her saliva-coating frenzy. "Ahhhhh." He thrust harder into Nina's cunt, feeling her clinging pulp absorb the impact.
Nina closed her eyes while Woody fucked her. Ohhhhhhh. His dick went deep. Stars twinkled before her eyes.
When that flash of brilliance cleared, she witnessed Rich's massive cock disappear between Shannon's legs. The contrast of her smooth, freckled thighs and his hair-rough ones brought an animalistic dimension to their coupling. She lowered her mouth to their merged flesh and recommenced her slobbering bombardment.
Shannon was the first to cum. Rich's cunt-stretching proportions initiated her orgasmic tremors-enhanced by Nina's darting tongue.
Nina saw her shift into high gear. Her mounting cries signaled a rapidly building climax. Rich pumped her with everything he had, permitting her to get the most out of his thick member.
Although at the verge of cumming, Shannon failed to lift her head. Her collection of curls remained stationed over Nina's lap. Her breathless gulps continued to reverberate. The culmination of those slurps, in concert with Woody's pussy-bending cock, precipitated Nina's orgasm.
The men couldn't resist shooting. The women gave them little choice. Having a furious pussy latched to his dick, wildly stroking it, went beyond their control.
"Ugggggghhhhhhhhhh," Woody growled, spewing into Nina's cunt. "Ugggghhhhhhhhh. Arrrgggghhhhhhhh."
Nina felt his heart hammering against her back while he huddled to her spasming body. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," she gasped, feeling him twitch inside her pussy. His warm, creamy collection flowed into her snatch. Her cleaving lips caught each raging drop.
Shannon moaned while Rich erupted inside her cunt. Thick globs of jism gushed into her slippery pocket. "Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
Nina could see Shannon's pussy had been inundated. Rich's profuse discharge oozed from her pink borders. Without hesitation, she inserted her tongue between his cock and her flowered lips, then scooped up the outpouring cum. Jism swam around his fat trunk.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh," Rich groaned as that prodding tip. Sensitive from orgasm, Nina sent shock waves through his system.
Shannon followed Nina's example. She dabbed Woody's trickling goo. As his cock shifted, more of his white stuff flowed onto her waiting tongue. "Mmmmmm," she murmured, downing it.
Woody shut his eyes and trembled. "Uhhhh."
Nina eventually detached herself from Woody. His sizable cock popped from her pussy. Ohhhhhhhhh. Clasping her mound, she could still feel the remote area where he had gone.
"That's something I'll never forget," he muttered.
"Me, neither," Rich proclaimed. "I stopped by after locking up my office for the day and never expected any of this."
"You have your own business?" Nina asked.
He nodded. "Me and my partner, Dino Cazzone, started an accounting business down the street. We just opened our doors and were looking for someone who can answer our phones and is computer-proficient. It's amazing how difficult finding that combination has been. We must have interviewed a dozen girls, and none have passed muster." He shrugged. "I suppose if we offered more money-which we don't have-we could get what we want."
Nina's lips curved. "Are the hours flexible?"
"Sure. Dino and I are generally out doing a job. Light word processing, filing-that sort of thing. It's practically hassle-free, but juggling the phone can be tough. I suppose we could get an answering service, but we're just starting out. That can be equally expensive."
"Didn't you take some computer classes, Nina?" Shannon recollected, then turned to the others. "I'll bet manning a shop like that would be a cinch for her. Nina is very efficient."
"Were you thinking about taking a job on the side?" Rich explored.
Nina was several steps ahead. The moment the topic had been broached, her brain whirred.
"I've been more than toying with the idea," she said. "I've just completed a resume and was in the process of submitting it."
"You aren't going to leave Tangerine's, are you?" Woody inquired. "Jesus. The place would be a disaster without you."
She shook her head. "I've been looking for something part-time. Supplemental income-and an opportunity to expand my horizons."
Rich handed her his business card. "Give us a call. We would both be relieved to fill the position."
Woody nudged him with his elbow. "Hah. Think you're going to get more out of Nina than clerical assistance, pal?"
Rich grinned. "That's up to Nina."
Nina gave a throaty laugh. "I suppose that might be acceptable. What's your partner look like?"
He attempted a description, then aborted the effort. "Let it suffice to say he's not bad for a horny Italian."
Hmmmmmmm. The job had perks. She pocketed his card. "You'll be hearing from me." She glanced at the others. "The party is over, gang. Get dressed. We've got to get this place in shape for our customers."
"Watch out," Shannon teased. "She may end up being your boss, too."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Nancy van Plante was at a disadvantage-and hadn't the slightest idea why. Garbed in a stunning black, backless dress, she had expected more than a complimentary remark. Kirk failed to lavish her with the attention she sought. He browsed at her pert breasts and slim legs, but his concentration was plainly elsewhere.
He had no idea the trouble she had gone through to put some sizzle in her appearance. An hour was spent simply doing her makeup-and several more were devoted to her hair. She perfumed herself in a scent guaranteed to invoke the animal in any man-and saw no sign of that ability.
What was wrong with her? Why did she have poor luck with men? She envied her mother. Nina received all the attention when they were at Tangerine's. An alluring woman, she sparkled behind the bar. Men drooled over her cleavage. At forty-four, Nina effortlessly enchanted the opposite sex. Nancy longed for some of that power.
Her dinner engagement with Kirk almost seemed perfunctory. She couldn't understand why he bothered to extend an invitation in the first place. Lingering silence punctuated their sparse discussion. Nancy probed for some morsel of knowledge that could be expanded upon. Kirk's lack of cooperation was a source of frustration. He did not excel in the art of conversation. He furnished an uninspired account of his college years, a mundane description of his job and an abbreviated list of personal interests. His parents were scarcely given a mention. Nancy heard nothing of his hobbies, favorite sports-nothing that could serve as a foundation.
When Nancy was at the point where she questioned her original attraction, his handsome face and athletic body provided the answer. His rugged beauty and mesmerizing blue eyes overturned any negative conclusion. She fathomed a sense of his virility.
Nancy had experienced few men in bed. Peter moved the earth beneath her. Another-Brian-stumbled upon some hot buttons. In all, Nancy's background was limited. Typically cautious about pursuing pleasure, she selected her lovers carefully. Nancy was not quick about hopping in the sack with just anyone.
She was, however, anxious about adding Kirk to the pages of her sexual history. She believed he would make a magnificent entry.
"Would you care for some coffee?" he asked at the end of the meal.
"In fact, I would-at my mother's place."
Kirk's pulse accelerated. His memory of Nancy's grope was much too fresh. "Why go through the fuss of making it? We can enjoy it here."
"Frankly, I'd like to be alone with you."
Kirk held his tongue. Nina had secured his promise, and he was a man of his word. Nancy would be leaving in a few days, allowing his relationship with her mother to shift back to a passionate mode. "Sure. That sounds fine."
Nancy's pulse fluttered. Her goal of getting Kirk in the feathers was about to be realized. She resolved not to let her zealousness burst through her expression. A splash of cold water on her face would do the trick. "I'll go powder my nose while you get the check."
Kirk motioned to their server while Nancy scampered off to the ladies room. He planned to stay long enough for a cup or two before offing himself into the night. According to Nina, stud service was optional-and since he had no inclination to offer it, Nancy would invariably get the message.
It wasn't as though he hadn't found her attractive. Nancy was the spitting image of Nina-except for that seasoned lusciousness that drove him wild. Nina had a succulent beauty and world-class sensuality. Those attributes weren't prevalent in a younger woman. A man of his fertile years disliked coping with emotional insecurity and an inflated attitude. Younger women were essentially a hassle. Their lack of confidence drove them to desperate measures; they hadn't the benefit of time to develop sophistication, which he felt made them superior lovers.
When he was with Nina, everything seemed perfect. She was a ravishing woman devoid of the character flaws commonly found in his ex-fianc', Ashley Winncrest. Thank God, Nina differed so widely from that immature woman. Although Ashley possessed stunning radiance, she required a constant reassurance which Kirk deemed taxing. Unwilling to invest that kind of negative energy in a marriage, he canceled their wedding. His revolt shocked his parents. Rather than placate them, he moved out of their sprawling Lake Forest home and took his own apartment in the Lincoln Park area of Chicago. His meager salary as an insurance adjustor paid the rent. He received no allowance to supplement his expenses, nor were there implications to his parents that his financial obligations were scarcely met by his paltry earnings. Kirk elected to be self-governing, and made his own choices in every respect.
Nina happened to be the love of his life. He doubted his parents would approve, but that mattered little to him. He would relinquish his inheritance before renouncing his affections for Nina. The age difference was irrelevant. He was anesthetized to the fact that more than twenty years stood between them.
He would do anything Nina wished, as long as he had her love in return. If bolstering her daughter's fractured confidence was his assignment, then he would complete it to the best of his abilities.
He read the anticipation in Nancy's expression during their return trip. Her eyes flashed meaningfully at regular intervals. The body language she employed alluded to seduction. The crossing of her legs, followed by a suggestive sweep of her thigh supported that impression. Though a constant reminder of Nina surfaced in her gestures, Kirk hungered for the Real McCoy.
Kirk retained his detached demeanor. He thought it insensitive to lead her on by placing an arm around her shoulders or subduing the tone of his voice. Those kinds of misrepresentations could get him into trouble with Nina. He merely wished to be Nancy's friend-nothing more.
Nancy fetched the coffee. Her speed in preparing it brought a smile. The young woman was tenacious. Settling back on the futon, he accepted the cup she brandished. Nancy seated herself beside him on the floor. Nina's capacity to maintain an unfurnished apartment tickled him. She found no reason to spend money on a sofa and a few chairs. Since the futon and her stacked mattresses served the purpose, he gave no argument.
Soft music played in the background. Nancy switched on Nina's radio. The lights were dimmed. The setting was conducive to seduction.
Kirk braced himself for Nancy's assault, which was sure to come. The flare in her eyes dominated her serene composure. Sipping her coffee, she engaged in lingering gazes. At length, she calmly abandoned her cup. Her intent was plain.
"Don't you like me, Kirk?" she suddenly asked.
"Sure. You're a very sweet girl."
"Please don't refer to my disposition," she huskily petitioned. Uncertain how to impart the sum of her feelings tastefully, she boldly forged ahead. "I mean.. .do you find me physically appealing?"
He chose a direct approach. Addressing the situation any other way would be a fatal mistake. "What man wouldn't?" he feigned amusement. "I'm not blind. You have a great deal to offer."
"Then why have you avoided taking me to bed?"
Nancy's candid manner left him little room for negotiation. Subtlety was apparently not an option. "I guess that's the classic scenario: a guy meets a pretty girl and tries to lure her in the sack. By now, you've learned I don't operate in that fashion. I prefer getting acquainted with someone before embarking upon intimacy."
"You're stealing my line," she whispered. "That's something I would expect another woman to say-not a man." Her hand drifted to his thigh. "I'm unashamed to admit that you excite me. I've known that the moment we met."
Nancy's fingertips distributed an electrical charge. Kirk clenched his teeth. He hadn't expected those rippling jolts. Nina customarily generated that special effect. "I'm flattered."
"I want more than your acknowledgment, Kirk." She steered his legs apart. Her hand centered over his crotch. "I want this."
Kirk swallowed roughly. "I don't think this is a good idea. Your mother could walk in-"
"Are you kidding? We've got hours before
Tangerine's shuts down operation. We'll be completely alone-and naked."
Visions of Nancy's undraped flesh shimmered in his mind. He was remotely curious to see her without clothes, yet struggled to retain his loyalty to Nina. "I don't feel comfortable about it, Nancy. Please understand. It's not as though I don't appreciate your gift. I simply can't accept it."
"You're talking nonsense," Nancy assured him, disengaging his belt. She guided it through its metal buckle without faltering. "Let me change your mind."
Kirk speechlessly watched her unzip his fly. He was afraid of insulting her. Part of him wanted to seize her wrists while offering gentle discouragement-the other was inquisitive as to her prowess.
In the end, he took no action. Nancy would have to defeat his defense mechanism, if that was possible. Kirk prided himself on the issue of fidelity.
Nancy took control of the event. She opened his pants and found the flaccid shape of his cock tucked inside his undergarment. Kirk actively resisted her. Hardly daunted, she pulled off his cotton briefs. His dormant equipment burned beneath her intense study. Though it was limp, she couldn't help getting aroused.
Letting out her tongue, she slurped the head. His dick hadn't stirred a fraction. A second and third lick were dispensed while she glanced at his stable countenance. Not even a flicker of excitement could be detected.
Nancy wrapped her lips around his soft dick, then began to pump him in earnest. Her tongue took part in stimulating him. She extended warmth and moisture to his defiant member. She stroked his hair-dusted thighs, exuding an invigorating touch. Tremulous muscle was found beneath her roving fingertips.
Kirk saw his will power dwindle. He fought the temptation of those infectious licks, but his durability waned. The air in his lungs became trapped. The hot tickle she effected took root.
Nancy purred at her success. She drew out Kirk's length with her caressing lips. Each pass of her saliva-rich mouth caused him to swell. Mmmmmmm. Unable to ignore the call of her luxuriant tongue, he grew in size. Her tormenting darts made him hard. Grabbing more in her silken clasp, she pulled on his burgeoning cock. She mewled at his solidification.
"Jesus," Kirk muttered, his head lolling to the side. His senses were askew. "Ahhhhhhh."
Through her furtive licks, Nancy had his cock at full extension and at the height of pulsing glory. It gleamed with her spit trickling down its throbbing span.
She fell back on her haunches. "Are you going to run away," she whispered in a sassy tone, tossing her hair over her shoulder, "or will you take it like a man?"
Kirk was stricken. He gazed down at himself. Nancy summoned a ferocious beat. His cock stood between his legs, anxious for another round. Her tingling spit dribbled from his bloated crown.
Nancy's lips curved. "Good. I'm going to give you the best blow job you ever had."
Kirk was unaccustomed to being first. He traditionally attended to Nina's needs before fulfilling his own. Nancy altered that routine with a flick of her tongue. She traced the map of veins, lavishing bubbly warmth on his erect cock. Her vibrant tip caused him to suck air through his teeth. The urge to seize her head and feed himself to those puckering lips was not easily subdued.
"Mmmmmmmm," Nancy hummed, proving an intoxicating rush.
He scrutinized the wriggling path of her tongue. She traveled from the rotund knob, dabbed lathered saliva over the vein of his underside, and ended in a flourish at his balls. Her exquisite flicks over his sensitive cock propelled his adrenaline.
Nancy was not quick to take him into her mouth. She treated him to an extensive session of curling licks. His erection had taken effort; she wanted to assure herself of his enduring strength. Her slurps were designed to preserve his frenzied state. Latching onto him would soon be a reality. Mmmmmmm.
She clasped his muscled thighs, leveraging herself between them. Her tits swung pendulously before his vacant eyes. Without disconnecting her tongue, she lowered the top of her dress. The pink nubs promptly surged for his exclusive view.
Kirk followed the delicate activity of her tongue. His concentration faded when its serpentine touch intensified. Ahhhhhhhhh. She looked gorgeous, lapping him to distraction. Her light strokes had his blood boiling. She coated his dick with a shiny layer of drool. Her lazy slurps were of feline quality.
His cock was fully engorged. He groaned as she perpetuated her fluttering onslaught. That tongue swept over him in shimmering waves, disbursing liquid heat. The skin of his aggravated member could barely contain his pulsing excitement.
He recalled how he had seduced Nina the first night they were together. She writhed on the futon, moaning from his oral worship. He fucked her with his tongue, then his cock.
Nina's pussy had been wildly receptive.
Having her daughter at his feet, sucking his dick, seemed a bizarre reversal.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Kirk murmured as foamy drool was slapped over his balls. The breath went out of him. She gave them a pleasurable wet-down. Nancy's technique, at the very least, was gut-wrenching.
Nancy kept her word. She supplied Kirk a series of licks and kisses that had his meter jumping. She was orally accomplished. Spidery webs of saliva extended from his domed head to her adoring lips. She broke those strings with another pampering lash.
Christ! His dick was soaked.. .and he didn't want her to stop.
Nancy glanced at Kirk. His eyes were moist and sightless. She noted his fists, which clenched the side of the futon. He lifted himself toward her mouth, pleading for enclosure. Her efforts hadn't amounted to a fruitless exercise. Kirk genuinely wanted her.
Having sufficiently showered him with sloppy kisses, she pulled his cockhead into her mouth. A tight suck immediately resulted.
Kirk threw his head back. "Oh, Jesus, baby. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Nancy took him in one gasping mouthful after another until his entire member disappeared in her face. Her ardor was fully unleashed. She surrounded his balls with her hands while stroking him with her lips. His plump crown was smashed to the roof of her mouth, while his underside received a sweet flogging.
Kirk reacted strongly to each gulp of him she took. Fire raced through his loins. She shifted from delicacy to a sizzling execution. Working him into a feverish pucker, she stuffed all that was possible into her face. He watched her swallow his cock. From her powerful clench, he suspected she hadn't had some in quite a while. The pull of those lips prompted his need for additional air. He dragged fresh oxygen into his lungs. Nancy's stimulating ploy interfered with that ability. Ahhhhhhhh. The rotation of her dainty thumbs caused him to fade in and out of reality.
Everything about Nancy's mouth was real. There was no escaping that fact.
Nancy caressed Kirk's sinew-rich thighs while deep-throating him. Mmmmmm. She loved his manly textures. The gold fuzz pricked her senses. His tortured look enhanced her pleasure. She could feel the disturbance magnifying in his loins when she hugged his dick with her mouth.
"Mmmmm," she droned with exaggeration, noticing that those vibrations accentuated his contortions. She rubbed him faster, causing his hips to shift. Her lips scaled his cock, from below the jutting rim of his swollen crown to the stout trunk.
Kirk couldn't manage another minute in that sucking furnace. Nancy had him at a handicap. He simply didn't have the endurance. His energies began to flag. His conscious thoughts dulled when he was at the convulsive level. The compulsion to relieve himself in Nancy's capable mouth was strong.
Without a single hesitation, he cupped the back of Nancy's head, then fed her his hot cum. "Ugggggghhhhhh. Ugggghhhhhhhh."
Nancy did not take exception to Kirk's urgency. She gladly downed the dense seed he ejected. Her throat muscles functioned to facilitate its flow. Mmmmmmmmmmm. Kirk was a veritable fount, spurting the fluid she craved. Furious jets emptied from his cum slit.
He howled in joy as her lips milked him. She savored the hot collection in her mouth, letting it slosh about on her tongue before swallowing it.
Kirk groaned when she squeezed the final measure of his load. Nancy gave him enormous pleasure with her mouth. She sucked him to gut-straining orgasm. It had been the best head he could remember getting to date.
When Nancy took her lips away, she observed Kirk's lasting hard-on. The wrenching spasms he underwent hadn't diminished its stiffness. She gazed longingly at it, confident it could do the job of satisfying her.
Slowly, she rose to her feet. Reaching behind, she undid the zipper of her dress. Its tantalizing sound pricked Kirk's ears. Her bare shoulders came into view, then her pear-shaped tits. The black dress finally made its stimulating slide over her hips, then dropped to her feet. Nancy's black panties solely remained.
Kirk groaned, stroking his unwavering erection. Her body was reminiscent of her mother's except in its reduced curves. Nina was far more rounded than Nancy.
Her panties came off during his dream-like study. The brown ringlets south of her navel were noticeably damp. He caught her womanly scent. Her cunt lips snagged the silk material; after a gentle tug, the luscious aroma wafted. Liquid desire clung to those glistening folds. He could tell of her voracious appetite.
Unable to resist her, Kirk held his arms out. He wanted very much to pleasure her with his cock.
"Yes," Nancy purred, climbing onto his lap. Dragging her bare ass across his sturdy thighs, she smiled. The blond hair on them jolted her senses. She fondled his biceps, then brushed them with her lips.
The excitement within Kirk mounted. He shifted anxiously beneath her feathery caress.
The blunt end of his dick prodded the crack of her ass. She felt his impatience of wanting to get into her. The orgasm she previously induced was merely an appetizer-something to take the edge off his hunger; fucking that nice cock of his would be the main course.
Nancy lifted herself above his rigid shaft, then endeavored to capture it with her wet pussy. She missed in her first attempt, then corrected her aim. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Oh, yes. You're so hard for me. So very hard. Ohhhhhh. Oh, Kirk." Her mouth dropped open and eyes rolled as she sank onto him. "Oh, God. Oh, yeah. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
Kirk grit his teeth as he slid into her crushing warmth. Her snatch fastened to him with sucking power. Leaning back on the futon, he accepted its vigorous clamp. "Oh Jesus. Ahhhhhhhhhhh."
Nancy could really feel him inside her. The air rushed from her lungs. She dug her nails into his shoulders, savoring the moment. Kirk's pounding manhood was buried in her snatch. She anchored herself to it, sighing at the kiss of his balls.
"Ride me," he gasped. "Ride me, baby. Ride my stiff cock."
Her ass went up and down on his lap. The lips. She let him fuck her mouth until she heard him groaning noisily and knew he had reached the moment of crisis. She pulled her mouth away quickly.
"Oh, fuck, baby, I'm about to cum!" he cried. "Don't stop now!"
She clutched his shaft in her dainty fist and jerked rapidly. His pulsing prick spurted furiously. She closed her eyes and pumped his prick dynamically. His warm jizz splattered all over her face.
"Damn, baby, that feels so fucking good," he groaned.
She smiled and stripped his cock down, milking the last drop of hot cream from him. She had cum all over her face, several large gobs on her tits and a big drop clinging to her upper lip.
Her tongue curled out of her open mouth, gathered up the drop, and disappeared back inside. She closed her mouth, swallowed and licked her lips. She wiped up as much as she could with her fingers and licked them clean. She looked at him and smiled.
"You sure made a mess."
"Yeah," he replied with a big grin. "But it's your fault."
She giggled. "I like it. Got enough left for a good fuck?"
"Damn right I do! After I shoot my first load, I can fuck for hours."
Extending his tongue, he caught the swollen nipples that swung close to his face and nipped them with his lips. An electric current bolted through Nancy. She bore down on that hard spike, moaning as it dug into her juicy center. Ohhhhhhhh. Kirk's rigidity was getting her off. She detected thriving life trapped between her legs. Pistoning her hips and grinding her ass to his balls, she derived total satisfaction.
"This is what I needed," she whispered. "God, I love it."
"You're incredible," Kirk hoarsely admitted.
"How much of this can you handle? I'm so hungry for you, I don't think once will be enough."
"I want more, too."
"Good. I'm just getting started. Ohhhhhhhh. It's been quite a while for me."
"Let me make up for lost time."
She hadn't been on him for more than five minutes when her first orgasm occurred. It coincided with his. Neither could contain the furious tremors simmering deep inside. Nancy constricted about his thrusting cock, then went into a convulsion. She freely vented her orgasmic screams.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," she sobbed, bouncing violently on his muscled thighs. Fever raged through her body. "I'm cumming. Oh, Kirk, you're making me cum. Ohhhhhhhh. Oh, God.
Ohhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhh."
Kirk had hoped to explode at her next interval, but that wasn't to be the case. He fired jism into her snug pussy. "Uggggghhhhh. Ugggghhhhhh. Ugggghhhhhh. Uggghhhhhh."
Woozy, Nancy fell against him: The intensity of orgasm taxed her to the limit. Kirk catapulted her pleasure to peak levels. She knew in several moments, her head would clear and her energies would be restored. For the interim, she wanted to snuggle with that delicious man and convey her joy.
Kirk groaned from Nancy's stream of loving kisses. The aftermath was equally enjoyable. He pulled her tightly against his body and returned her affection.
"I knew it would be incredible," she whispered. "I'm so sorry it took so long to come about."
"You mean, with your leaving in a few days?"
She nodded.
"I'm sorry, too." His sentiment was genuine. Apart from his attachment to her mother, he sincerely enjoyed getting to know Nancy. The night had provided some delightful discoveries.
Her eyes flashed. "Perhaps something could be arranged. I could shift my principle location to Chicago. In fact, relocation can play nicely in that scheme."
Kirk went numb. "You would be willing to relocate?"
"The more I think about it, I want to stay." Oh, Jesus, he silently muttered.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"There was a woman whose husband had a fetish for the actress Brigitte Bardot. She went to a tattoo artist to have the name of his French idol written across her ass. 'I want Brigitte on one cheek, Bardot on the other,' she informed the man. The tattoo artist closely examined her buttocks. 'Your ass is much too small to accommodate the lettering. It would wrap around you. I have an alternate solution. Why not have me put a B on each of your cheeks? It would accomplish the same effect at a fraction of the cost.' The woman readily agreed. Two Bs were lavishly engraved on her backside. That night while her husband was in bed, she took pleasure in stripping before him, turning around and leveling her newly tattooed ass for his express viewing. The man digested the letters before him. 'BOB' he carefully read. 'Who's BOB? What does this mean?'"
Nina grinned at the teller of that story. "Sammy, I'm going to cut you off for the rest of the night. It appears you've had too much to drink."
"Awwwwwww, come on, Nina. You were supposed to laugh."
"Guess I forgot." She wiped the bar with her cloth. Sammy Algretti was another of her regulars. He loved spinning tales for her amusement. On a weeknight, his humor was the exact prescription. Her lack of a raucous response largely sent him into a mad scramble. He recited more from his bag of tricks. Depending on how busy she was, Nina either encouraged him or merely tolerated the gaggle of jokes.
Nina was accustomed to the assortment of pranksters who circled the bar, regaling her with their depraved humor. It tended to be a nightly ritual. An enthusiast of raunch, she occasionally bellowed with laughter-but some of their quips brought a flush to her cheeks.
"You know, Nina, you're looking pretty damn good from this side," he said. His elbows edged toward her. "How about having a nightcap with me after closing?"
She tossed her cloth to the side and shook her head. "I'm absolutely exhausted. It's been a hell of an evening for me."
He dropped his voice to a provocative level. "I've got ten inches."
"Am I supposed to do cartwheels?" she sighed.
"That would be appropriate."
"Right now, all that looks good to me is a pillow."
"How about a rain check?"
Sammy happened to be an attractive man. Jumping into the sack with him wasn't altogether unthinkable. His big dick wouldn't serve as the determining factor. Nina enjoyed men in all sizes. The attitude behind the equipment was what sparked her lust.
She couldn't, however, take someone other than Kirk home from Tangerine's. Chancing that a stud might continually pester her at work-and in front of Kirk-was an unacceptable risk. Nina always took Kirk's fragile feelings into account. She consciously sidestepped those kinds of scenarios.
She wondered how Kirk fared with Nancy. Her wristwatch had been consulted at frequent intervals. Given the lateness of the hour, she assumed that dinner had long since ended and that they wrapped the evening with a cocktail. She was glad they refrained from coming to Tangerine's-that would have been a complete distraction.
Last Call came and went. Nina parted company with her drunken admirers. It was time to surrender to sleep and tranquility.
Presumably Kirk dropped Nancy off at the apartment and was into his second dream.
After trudging from the elevator and in the process of unlocking her front door, Nina discerned the sounds of lovemaking. Kirk and Nancy were definitely at it. Her hand promptly dropped from the knob. She had no desire to intrude upon them.
Hmmmmm, Nina thought brightly. They finally connected. She liked the idea. Kirk was a wonderful human being, deserving of a nice girl such as Nancy. She was entitled to a measure of happiness. She couldn't have been more pleased.
The need for sleep gnawed at her. She simply had to get some. Too many nights of late partying had taken their toll. There hadn't been a respite from her wildness, either. Nina binged on sex without hesitation. Her body informed her of its demand for regeneration. She planned to grant its request.
Glancing at the apartment next door, she thought of Dave Manchester. He was a bit of a night owl. His light had shown from his front window. She gathered he was completing an assignment for one of his magazines.
Dave promptly answered her knock. "Couldn't sleep, huh? Want some company?"
"Actually, I don't want company, but do sleep. Would you mind if I camped out here?
My daughter is entertaining someone."
"Yes," he said with a grin. "I've heard them. Apparently she takes after you."
"That remark warrants a slap-but since I'm indebted to you for your measure of kindness, you're off the hook. Let it be known I don't take kindly to those kinds of references."
"Please excuse my impaired judgment." He took notice of her curvaceous body featured in her Tangerine's outfit. The tantalizing corset and clinging tights spurred his interest. "I don't suppose-"
"I'm at the brink of collapse," Nina asserted. "I couldn't keep my eyes open if you propped them with your dick."
He shrugged. "Given that, help yourself to the bed. I've got several more hours of work. Since you're denying me warmth, I only ask that you save me some covers."
"That won't be a problem."
Nina stripped off her garments and folded them neatly on the dresser. Retaining her panties, she stretched luxuriantly across the bed. Mmmmmmm. Her naked flesh savored the crisp sheets.
Within moments, she quickly surrendered to precious sleep.
A warm flush came over Nina. A tingling flurry traveled through her lower region, steadily on the rise. She ground her heels into the mattress at the moist pressure between her legs. Ohhhhhhhhh. Hot air fluttered across her groin. A gulping sound pierced the darkness.
Nina's eyes flew open. She looked down, only to find Dave's head stationed at her crotch. He lapped the moist flaps of her pussy. His thirst for her sugary juice was total. He kept his mouth to her pussy, framing the opening with his lips.
"Oh, God," she gasped. Her head dug into the pillow as he availed himself of her tasty secretions. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, Dave. Ohhhhhhhhh."
He pinned back the section of her panties that blocked his access, then reached into her succulent cove with his tongue. Clasping her buttocks with the other, he brought her snatch tightly to his gulping orifice.
"Mmmmm," came his animal grunts while he gobbled up her cunt. "Mmmmmmmmmm."
Nina undulated. "Ohhhhhhhh. What are you doing to me?" Pleasure streamed through her body. His purpose was much too apparent. Dave's dark curly hair brushed her stomach as he sucked her pussy.
Swinging her arms over her head, she grabbed the pillow. Trembling, she clawed the linen.
"You idiot," she gasped, biting her lip to muffle her cries, "my daughter is going to hear us." Even Kirk would catch on, she fretted. The walls were thin. If Dave grasped the commotion that rose from her apartment, then inevitably theirs would be detected. Nina wanted to prevent her cries from reaching them. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."
"I want it," he muttered before tongue-diving. "Christ, how I want it."
Dave's anchored mouth threatened her with exposure. God damn him! Where did he learn to eat pussy like that? Of course, she wanted it. His strokes were too good to resist. Ohhhhhhhhhh. She raked the pillow, then framed his face with her thighs. He drilled her with that yearning tongue. His searing gulps followed.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Nina moaned after enduring his hot wiggle. The pitch of her screams could not be modulated. Biting down on her knuckles did not save her from uttering those gut-wrenching sobs. Her fingers twisted through his curly locks. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah. Suck my clit. Flick it with your tongue."
Dave enjoyed her verbal splendor. He took a gamble, going down on her while she slept. Nina could have easily rebuffed him. Instead, she fed him a profusion of her juices. Mmmmmmm.
Nina looked too good, laying semi-naked in his bed. He strolled through the door, stunned by her delicious body. She had, in his opinion, a fantastic ass. Those heart-shaped buns gave him an appetite. He ripped off his clothes even before acknowledging the fever in his loins. Burying his face between those legs was crucial.
He observed the swell of her nipples. Nina cycled about them with her thumbs, then gave each a tweak at the height of his invasion. Her intermittent pinching led to a contorted mask.
"I love to eat your pussy," he mumbled between lavish scoops. "Mmmmmmmmmmm. I can taste how horny you are. I love sticking my tongue into that wet hole and sucking out its juices. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. I want to tease your clit until you cum in my face. You're so fucking hot, Nina-and I love it."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," Nina sobbed. Her ass thumped against the mattress as he slurped her. He mouthed her tender snatch, absorbing the flavor from her pink folds.
Dave ground his lips to that quivering snatch, employing a rousing twist. His limber whips produced more of her saccharine flow. Her clit vibrated with joy beneath his tickling manipulation. Permitting her love button no rest, he gave it his all.
Nina recognized the piercing note she achieved. Tilting her head, she gazed at the wall that separated Dave's apartment from hers. Their furor must have been picked up by Nancy and Kirk. She was far from quiet as he maneuvered that incredible tip. Ohhhhhhhhhh. It was the dead of night-sound invariably carried.
Who could weather his exquisite licks and not verbally respond to them? Nina found it impossible to silence herself. He invoked a prickly heat. Dodging his fever-producing slurps was an exercise in futility. Dave was determined to stay on task.
Pressing her heels into the mattress, she steered her pussy to that talented tongue. Dave made her tremble from the swift series of darts. Her pleasure crested immediately. There was no stopping her shuddering orgasm. Ecstasy raged through her body.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," she wailed as those eye-popping jolts commenced. "Oh, Jesus-I'm cumming! I'm cumming. Ohhhhhhhhhh."
Dave lapped her seizure-ridden mound for several excruciating seconds. Her furious outpour surged. Nina's cunt was a tangy mix of her own secretions and his bubbly saliva.
Slowly, he removed his tongue. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he dragged her under his horny frame. His cock throbbed fiercely. Lacking patience, he wanted to be engulfed in her moist heat.
Nina was alert to his tremulous grope. His dick pulsed on her stomach while he adjusted his angle of entry. She knew once he stuck it into her, she would be even louder than before. "They're going to hear," she fretted weakly. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh. If we haven't disturbed them up already, they'll be awake now."
"I can't help it, baby," he groaned, planting his bloated crown between her soaked cunt lips. "I've got to have some of you now."
Nina's nails sank into his shoulders as he pushed his dick into her snatch. Air whistled through her clenched teeth. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. It's so fucking hard. Oh, baby. Ohhhhhhhhhh."
"I have to be inside you, baby. I have to fuck your wet pussy."
Nina's pupils curved high as he crammed himself into her cunt. His palpitations were strong. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. She swallowed him whole. He kept pushing until his balls exerted tension. She felt his entire body groan with relief before he began pumping her. When those lush movements were implemented, Nina could do nothing but moan. Deep, guttural sobs poured from her lips. Dave's cock truly excited her. He filled her pounding urgency.
"Stroke me, baby," he gasped, delving into her vibrant clench. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. Stroke me with that tight pussy. Let me fuck you. Let me into those wet, clinging lips. Ahhhhhhhhh."
Nina's clawed fingers swept up and down his back. Eventually, she gravitated to his muscled buns. Dave flexed beneath her shivering graze.
She wrapped her quivering walls about him and delivered pleasurable friction. She wanted only to expedite his orgasm. Quickly satisfying him would put an end to their feverish noise.
Nina became addicted to his plunging. His thrusts awakened every cell in her body. Her clitoral climax had been the precursor to something more gratifying. Feeling a hard man packed in her slippery folds instigated another kind of fire.
Her moist snatch pulled at him. Ahhhhhhhh. Dave groaned from its hot suction. He jammed his dick into her, savoring his tight fit. Back and forth he drove, listening to his balls thud against the inside of her thighs. Taking a handful of her ass, he drew her closer to his hungry body. Her pussy squeezed him. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.
Nina lost the battle of moderating her cries. Dave had her at the point of cumming. No matter how firmly she eluded orgasm, it began building in her loins. Shying from its thrill was a fruitless endeavor.
Dave, conscious of her weakening condition, pumped her harder and faster. "Yeah," he gruffly told her, pounding her with cock. "Go for it, baby. I want you to cum. Don't resist it. Yeah. Let me feel you cream while my dick is in your pussy."
Nina stopped petting his butt with her nails. Her hand jumped from his ass, then clawed. "Oh, God," she blurted, exhaling loudly. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Dave sliced through her contracting pulp. He let her constricting pussy trigger his orgasm. The jism rocketed from his balls. He gasped while feeding it into her snatch. His abundant spurts filled her pussy. "Uggghhhhhhhhhh. Uggghhhhhhhh. Uggghhhhhhhhh."
Dave hammered Nina's ass to the mattress. Nina pitched beneath him, absorbing his torrential flow. He shot his hot seed with one grunt after another.
After his fury dissipated, Dave disengaged himself from Nina. She moaned when he removed his cock. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Her pussy had adjusted to its bulk; without it packing her frustrated cunthole, she felt empty.
She stared at the common wall between Dave's apartment and hers. Gradually, she submitted to the dregs of sleep.
CHAPTER NINE
Nina examined each photograph taken of her with a critical eye. "Don't you think I seem out of character? I mean, a woman my age fondling herself in such a daring manner might not be pleasantly received."
Dave, standing behind her, shook his head. "I think they capture your true essence, and will attract public attention in a favorable light."
He spread his shots of her across his table. Nina sat, regarding each with a great deal of skepticism. Dave requested her permission to submit them to one of the men's magazines where he occasionally presented his work. Nina remained ambivalent. Generating that kind of publicity might be a professional blunder. She certainly didn't want to create a negative impression for a future employer, who might stumble upon them.
"Your beauty is of model quality," Dave insisted. "The fact that a woman your age can easily excite the masses will be to your credit."
"A woman my age," she mused. "You make forty-four sound ancient."
"I'm two years older than you. Women half my age normally got my blood churning. You bring it to a boil with little effort."
"I'm sure last night's action contributed to that comment."
He fondled her ass. "In part. However, let's face it, Nina: you're hot. Women like to know that sex continues beyond forty. Many honestly believe that their life is over, that their best years are behind them."
Nina giggled. "How untrue."
"Tell it with these pictures. Show people-young and old-that a woman ripens with age. Give them a delectable sample of your seasoned sexiness." He ground himself against her. She could feel the start of an erection growing against her spine. "Besides, look at the increasing number of renowned actresses unafraid of baring themselves in sizzling centerfolds. Women older than you have been known to flash their tits."
"That's different," Nina mentioned, enjoying the solid rise in his briefs. She anticipated Dave waking with a morning hard-on. He made a grab for her, which she cleverly eluded. Her chances of escaping it were narrow. "Those women have glamour and radiance."
"And you don't? I think not. You're refreshing proof of my claim."
He pressed himself into her upper back. His cock swelled in size. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. She could feel its expansion. His throb was recognizable.
"I appreciate your enthusiasm, but regrettably decline your offer. Put those pictures in a safe place. We'll revisit the topic at a later date."
He plastered himself to her warm skin. "How about a quickie? I don't think I can otherwise get on with my day. Thinking about what we did last night has my pipes steaming. What do you say?"
Nina considered granting him some relief. Her pussy, however, felt tender. Slowly, she turned to confront the hefty shape bulging in his briefs. "Were you this horny when you were younger?"
He grinned. "I've gotten worse over time."
"I figured." She caressed his bulge. "Mmmmmmm. You're like a rock."
"Can you handle another round of Push and Pull?" he huskily probed.
Nina lowered his waistband. His stout cock sprang at her. The volatility of his need impressed her. Dave possessed the sex drive of an eighteen-year-old. "How about if I just give it a kiss?"
"I don't think that'll butter the corn."
She let out her tongue and gave that purplish orb a slurp. She could taste her pussy on him. The previous night's festivities left him thoroughly coated.
Nina concealed a stab of her disappointment. They made enough noise to raise the dead. A person would have had to be deaf not to get an earful of her climatic screams. Dave instigated a whole lot of trouble by putting his tongue where it didn't belong.
She thought it best to get him off quick, then return to her apartment. Curious as to how things went with Kirk, she couldn't wait to question Nancy.
Nina considered his balls first. She administered a layer of saliva-rich bubbles over that sensitive area. His velvety sac tasted good.
He jerked at her tingling application. "Christ." His Adam's apple quivered. "Oh, yeah, baby. Lick them. Get them wet."
Nina watched Dave's jaw hang. Witnessing his loss of control gave her an edge. She encompassed his balls with her hot drool. His cock stood high and tremulous at her subsequent flicks.
She opened her mouth and took him. Mmmmmm. She smothered his wildly beating dick in moist heat. Her lips massaged him. She matched the mouthfuls she seized to his gasps.
"Oh, yeah, baby," he grunted, tilting back his head. He thrust himself at her. "Suck my dick."
Nina steered her hands around his hips, then filled them with his flexing cheeks. She pulled him tightly to her face, deep-throating him. Mmmmmm. Her tongue exacted its torture.
Dave was hoarse with joy. He watched, through heavy lids, his cock disappearing in that luscious ring. Ahhhhhhh. Nina gave the best head. Moving his hips, he fucked her mouth. Those moist lips held him fast. The skin of his dick bunched around her oral clamp before he managed to gain access. Ahhhhhhhh. He stuck himself into that sweet vacuum. He groaned from her attack of his large vein. She throttled it until he was dazed. After regrouping his thoughts, he marshaled his forces to take command. With his feet set apart, he leaned himself into those grabbing lips and profited from their conflict.
"Blow me," he grunted, steering his bulbous head to the rear of her mouth. "Swallow it. Oh, yeah. Suck me to the root."
He could tell by the pressure of her dick-sucking lips that Nina very much wanted to taste his orgasm. He pumped her face faster, wanting to give her what she sought. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Her tongue put him through sheer agony. At her constriction, Dave thought he was going to explode. Nina stayed on him, putting him through delicious hell. Watching his thing vanish into her wet, hot circle was visibly depleting.
Nina suddenly pulled away from it. Her spit trickled down his cock. "Want to fuck my tits?"
Almost woozy, he nodded.
She surrounded his dick with her billowy globes. He groaned when sliding into their silken groove. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Nina was wonderfully soft. Her eyes flashed at him. The lips that stroked him curved in satisfaction.
"Let's tuck you in there," she mewled. His cock was warm and slippery. He palpitated in her velvety confines. "Slow down, baby. You won't have as long to enjoy it if you get there too fast."
Firmly clasping her shoulders, he embarked upon the road to pleasure. His pulsing cock skidded through her ample cleavage. "Oh, yeah. Those tits feel good."
"Do it," Nina moaned, offering them for his fulfillment. "Fuck those tits. Rub your cock inside them. I want you to cum all over my nipples. Give them a jism bath. Ohhhhhhhhhh. That's it. Stroke them with your stiff cock."
Mesmerized, Dave obeyed. He observed his swollen helmet rising through those twin pillows. Nina exerted a crushing softness. His saliva-coated dick plowed through that silky. division. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Lick that head, baby. Put it in your mouth if you can."
Nina lowered her tongue and pressed into his cum slit. A drop of pre-cum oozed. "I can taste how horny you are. Mmmmmmmm." She wrapped him tighter in her trench. "I can feel your excitement with my tits."
Dave worked his dick through her cushiony tent. "Yeah. Fuck me with those tits. I'm going to cum all over those fucking tits."
"Ohhhhhhhh," Nina panted, massaging him. She gave his cockhead a sporadic slurp. "Jizz on them, baby. Splatter them with your man stuff. I want your hot goo running down them. Oh, yeah."
Dave's features reddened while he thrust himself into a swelter. Capping the disturbance in his balls was a worthless exercise. He neared orgasm with each tit-jamming stroke. "I'm going to shoot, baby. Ahhhhhhhhh. Getting close. Gonna squirt all over those tits."
"Yeah. Juice them. Spray me. Ohhhhhhhhh. Cover them with it."
He tore himself out of her velvety clutch and aimed. "Uggghhhhhhhh," he growled while firing his hot cum. Thick globs landed on Nina's quivering tits. "Ugggghhh. Uggghhhh."
Nina reveled in his blistering shower. Scooping up her tits, she held them for maximum coverage. He spewed over her proffered pair, giving them everything he had. She moaned as jism streamed over her erect nubs, then incorporated his spray of white into her circle of pink. Ohhhhhhhhh. Dave was a veritable inferno bubbling inside. His cum warmed her nipples.
Dave slumped against her. The strength had gone from him. "Oh, Christ. Ahhhhhhhh."
Nina returned to her apartment, expecting to find Nancy sleeping off her night of pleasure. That was not the case. Her daughter lazed on the stacked mattresses with her arms folded behind her head. A serene smile graced her lips. Nina couldn't remember her daughter looking more radiant. A night with Kirk surely had improved her disposition.
"Well, you appear as though you've got the world in your pocket," Nina declared, making her presence known.
Nancy, sighing, nodded. "Whew. I've never enjoyed sex so much."
Nina sat on the edge of the mattresses. "It certainly changes your whole perspective on life, doesn't it?"
"You've noticed that, too?" Nancy paused. "Incidentally, where were you last night? I kept expecting you to walk through the door while Kirk was over, yet you never showed up."
Nina was hesitant to reveal her casual affair with Dave Manchester. Although it was totally aboveboard, she saw no reason to furnish Nancy that information. "I spent the night with a friend."
"I'm relieved. I wasn't pressing Kirk to leave-if you catch my drift." The glimmer in her eyes served as sufficient connotation.
The phone jangled in the background. Nina, giggling, automatically picked it up.
"Your scheme backfired," Kirk said.
Nina cradled the receiver. "In what respect?"
"Hasn't she told you?"
She glanced at Nancy, who lapsed into her dreamy state. "Not as yet."
"Perhaps I ought to leave the explanation up to her. I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise."
"What are you talking about?"
"Ask her. I'll see you this evening at Tangerine's." The abrupt click informed her Kirk had gone.
Nina shrugged while replacing the receiver. Whatever had that meant? It was uncommon for Kirk to leave her in suspense.
"Are you free today?" Nancy asked out of the clear blue.
Nina had given thought to polishing her resume for the job opportunity Rich Battaglia mentioned. Her interview was set for the following week. "I suppose."
"I want to shop for an apartment."
"An apartment?" Light was shed on Kirk's mystery. "Are you inferring something?"
"More than inferring, Mom: I want to make Chicago my new home."
Nina perceived Kirk's gloom. With Nancy a permanent fixture, what would become of their relationship? "Are you certain of this? Perhaps you may want time to think it through?"
"I've made up my mind. My decision is final. Last night cinched it for me." She curled up. "It's only a matter of time. Kirk wants something permanent."
Nina edited the panic from her tone. "Has he told you that?"
"No, but I sense it." Nancy stretched, flaunting her pert breasts. "Mmmmmmmmm. Wow. I feel great. I can't recall rolling out of the bed with the same exhilaration when I was with Peter."
Listening to her daughter ramble on about her budding romance with Kirk left her with a sour stomach. How could she possibly diffuse the situation? Any attempt on her part would lead to devastating repercussions. Nancy's ill-fated love affair with that self-centered fool precluded her taking decisive action.
If Nancy learned that Kirk was involved in a hot and heavy relationship with her mother, she would be crushed. There was no possible way of minimizing the blow.
From the sound of Kirk's voice, he would continue the charade under no circumstances. He had played his part a little too well. Nancy was totally infatuated with him-and the prospect of marriage.
"Mom, aren't you happy for me?" Nancy solicited.
Nina forced cheer into her tone. "Of course, darling. Kirk is a wonderful person."
"I realize he's younger, but that doesn't make a difference, does it?"
Nina sighed. "Not as far as I'm concerned."
CHAPTER TEN
"I will not be party to this deception," Kirk tersely stated. "I was led into a trap-and I resent it."
"Keep your voice down," Nina motioned. Nancy had excused herself to the ladies room. Fortunately, it was early enough in the evening. Tangerine's had yet to attract its peak occupancy. "I don't want to chance her hearing you."
Kirk looked thoroughly rattled. Maintaining a placid front had taken its toll. He was no longer cordial. "Did you intentionally send me to her bed?"
"I should say not."
He shook his head. "It was a staged event. Things fell too smoothly into place. You knew I would fall prey to her cute smile and crooked finger." He glared at Nina. "You had me fuck your daughter on purpose."
"I did nothing of the sort. I never expected stud service. A simple dinner and refreshing conversation were my limits. You took it upon yourself to follow the situation to that conclusion."
Kirk slammed his fist on the bar. "God damn it, Nina. I was tricked. Your daughter is convinced it's true love. She has high hopes for a cozy relationship-something I won't grant." He immediately reduced his tone when he caught the flare in Nina's eyes. "You're the only woman I want-not your daughter."
"We'll settle this matter now," she whispered harshly, watching for Nancy to emerge. "I won't compete for your affections, nor will I mandate your perpetuating a hoax." She swallowed roughly. "We have no choice but to end our relationship."
"We?" he echoed, visibly destroyed. "I wasn't consulted before you cast your vote. I refuse to accept that. You can't evict me from you life."
Nina sighed. She had to go easy on him. "Kirk, this is no good. We can't be at odds with one another. I don't want to enter into an adversarial relationship with someone who's been dear to me."
"You can't be serious."
"I'm afraid, I am."
Kirk was much too deflated to talk.
"You've been coming here regularly, looking for someone to fill a gap. I've tried, because of my affection for you, to assume that role.. .but now I realize how unwise it was for me to attempt it. I've tried to convey that and often advised you to enlarge your circle of friends, but you preferred to believe our bond was indestructible."
Kirk stared at his hands. He could not confront Nina as she twisted the dagger in his heart. Her profound words stifled his rage.
"It hurts me to sever our ties-but it's for the best." She placed her hand over his. "Let's part friends, Kirk. Please."
"You were right about one thing, Nina," he said quietly. "I wasn't very bright about our ersatz relationship. It should never have happened."
The pain in his voice was unmistakable. "I'll never forget what you've done for me, Kirk. You've been tremendously helpful in my rebirth as a woman. I merely existed until you came along."
"Your appreciation is not wanted," he spat. "What I want is something you are unwilling to give." Having said that, he headed for the door, then went through it without looking back.
Nina smiled wanly. Relief did not comeonly misery.
Nancy bounced out of the ladies room, oblivious to the drama that had taken place. She glanced around. "What happened to Kirk?"
"He's left."
Nancy frowned. "I don't recall his mentioning other plans for this evening."
"Me neither."
Dino Cazzone skimmed Nina's resume. "Did you personally prepare this?" She nodded.
"On your own computer system?"
Nina's pulse jumped. "Have you found a mistake?"
"No. In fact, it's perfect."
Nina settled back in her chair. She was afraid of a typo marring the esthetics of her carefully textured document. Multiple distractions of late had the potential of spoiling her chances to nab the job.
Dino Cazzone put her at ease. Rich Battaglia's description of him had been underplayed. Dino was a handsome brute: tall, dark and deliciously Italian. She estimated his height at six-feet-four and age at thirty-three. The absence of a gold band on his finger was quickly noted. He threw out his long, lean legs and assumed a naturally relaxed position. A fiercely masculine character, he was pegged a stallion.
Hmmmmmmm. Nina wondered if the job came with any fringe benefits.
He glanced cautiously at her. "Has Rich discussed salary with you."
"Not in depth."
"We can't afford to pay a princely sum-but if things work out, we can probably improve it."
"I'm not worried about getting rich, if that's your concern." She crossed her legs. The skirt she wore slid seductively up her thigh. "My goal is to gain some valuable experience."
His eyes followed the curve of her mouthwatering calf. "I assure you, that we can give."
Nina delighted in his animal vibrations. He was a predator, like herself. The wire-rim glasses he wore failed to mask that proclivity. His dapper air was camouflage. Men of Dino's deportment tended to prey on gullible women who did not question their integrity.
Nina was fairly certain Dino recognized that quality in her.
"Pardon me for mentioning it, Mrs. van Plante, but for a woman of you mature years, you're remarkably preserved." He scanned her body with a zealot's eye. "I can scarcely believe you're forty-four. You could pass for thirty."
"I'm flattered to hear that." She detected the spark of desire. She felt it, too-and wondered how well he licked. "You're an extremely attractive man. Working under you would be a pleasure."
"Oh?" He warmed to the conversation. "Perhaps we can continue this interview over a cup of coffee at the corner snack shop."
"That's totally acceptable to me." Nina rose on a sassy note, cognizant of his unwavering gaze. The man had her ass committed to memory. He appeared to have a predilection for them.
A wicked idea took form in her head.
"Oh!" she uttered after intentionally dropping her purse. "It slipped right out of my hand." She bent over right in front of him, sticking her ass in his face.
Dino didn't miss her trick. He framed her buttocks with his hands. She felt the stroke of his thumbs. Ohhhhhhhhh. He peeled back the section of her panties that concealed her snatch. His warm breath filtered over her exposed flesh. A shiver raced down her spine.
"Excuse my reach," he murmured before dipping his tongue into her wanting pussy.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," she purred, relishing his initial slurp. Dino was quite accomplished. "Oh, yeah."
Word must have gotten around-largely from Rich-that she was a bit wild. Considering those deep, satisfying strokes, she forgave him his big mouth. Dino probed her in the manner she liked best. His tip explored her plush folds, gleaning them of their love sap.
"You have no idea how good that feels," she whispered after regaining her wits. "I hear that a lot."
Hmmmmm. The man had an ego. She hoped he had a dick that matched its size. Ten inches would seem like therapy.
"Ohhhhhh," Nina moaned, rotating her ass to the direction of his hungry swirl. "Ohhhhhhhh. Wiggle your tongue, baby. Don't be shy. I love a meticulous job." Since he wasn't paying her much money, he had better do it well. "Ohhhhhhhhh. I think I'm going to like it here. Oh, wow. No learning curve. Ohhhhhhhh."
"Consider this your bonus." He dove into that nectar-laced snatch and removed the excess. "Mmmmmmmmm. We're not going to get much work done around here. It'll be tough to keep our noses to the grindstone."
"When they turn off your electricity, believe me, you'll get with it."
Dino extracted his cunt-drenched tongue. "Do you take it in the ass?"
Nina fanned her buttocks for his individual pleasure. "I hope you have something other that Sort Qwick. That shit stings."
He reached into a drawer and retrieved a tube of KY Jelly. "Never leave home without it."
"Ah. A travel pack. What else do you have in that drawer? Will I like it?"
"You're going to love everything about this office." He squeezed some jelly on his finger, then smeared her anus. "One dip or two?"
"What do you think I am? Stupid? On second thought, let's see what you've got hiding in those pants. I may need that entire tube."
He thrust his bulging crotch at her. "Check it out."
Nina enclosed it. Dino filled her hand-and then some. "Hmmmmmm. Keep dipping. This one's an eye-opener. Does it rod out pipes?"
Dino chuckled. "I like your sense of humor."
"And I, yours." The most outrageous things were spouted, yet she freely spoke her mind. They were on a roll, with no end in sight.
The sex was fantastic. Nina received every indication well in advance. Once Dino lubed her butt hole and whipped out his big dick, the scene that played at the office shifted into high gear. Humor was replaced by heat, and Dino gave plenty of it.
"You really do have a nice ass," he commented, framing it with his hands. Pulling the cheeks apart, he stared at the pink wrinkle in its center. The urge to push himself into it heightened. His cock stretched before him like a flagpole, curving to its destination.
Nina leaned over the desk. Her tits were essentially hanging out of her blouse, spilling over its surface. She grasped him from behind. His member throbbed in her clutch. Slowly, she leaned toward its blunt head. "Ohhhhhhhhhh," she gasped, sucking it into her asshole. "Christ, is that thing wide!"
Dino exhaled loudly. That pair of buns afforded a smothering fit. "Oh, baby. You're really tight. Oh, yeah. You don't do this too much, do you?" He pushed more of himself into her rectum. Nina moaned with pleasure. Many women complained of his size and declined to take him in the prescribed fashion. Nina, conversely, went for it. She backed into his swollen member of her own volition. "Oh, yeah. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Nina held her breath as he progressed through her cramped passage. When his balls kissed the cheeks of her ass, she let out an appeased sob. She clenched him with everything her body could give. His groan pleased her.
"You've got the whole thing," he muttered huskily in her ear. "I'm ten inches deep in your ass. Think you can go for the deluxe ride?"
She purred. "Drive, baby. Drive."
"Oh, yeah," he grunted, dragging his embedded cock from her soft crack. His length retreated slowly, allowing her the chance to adjust. When all but the mushroomed head was withdrawn, he returned to the bottom of her butt. A howl of joy rose from his throat.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh. That feels so fucking good."
Nina slipped a finger over her clit. A little jiggling was definitely required to make her journey more pleasant. By the time Dino steadily pumped her rectum, she was undulating. The added stimulation gave her an edge. Two separate sensations held sway over her aroused body. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Fuck me, Dino. Fuck my ass."
"I'm not holding back, baby. Your luscious butt is getting the whole thing. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Move that ass. Wag it for me. Ahhhhhhhh." Clasping her by the waist, he crammed his excited cock into that snug hole. The moist sounds of her greased rim against his bunching skin sent him into a frenzy. Nina's cries seemed strained and her entire body shuddered after his packing that butt. Not once did he discern pain; Nina clearly enjoyed herself.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," she gasped, acutely aware of that monster he stuffed into her quivering buns. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Fuck me, Dino. When you're ready, I want you to pull out and shoot all over my ass."
"That's standard procedure, baby," he muttered. "I like watching myself squirt onto a nice set of cheeks. Fingering an anus after its been vigorously pumped is another favorite activity."
Nina began to smile, then closed her eyes.
Her mouth dropped open as that large cock filled her. "Ohhhhhhhh. There's so much of it." She jiggled her clit some more, letting the electric shocks combine with the flow of pleasure he provided. Her love button bulged beneath her lingering rotations. Her pussy oozed liquid joy.
Dino groaned when observing his shaft protruding from Nina's sumptuous ass. He had always had a fetish for older women, and Nina was no exception. She stirred his blood. Ahhhhhhh. He wanted to do many things to her, all which she would love.
He distinguished the distant cry of orgasm. Fucking that sweet butt was rapidly reaching a conclusion for him. "I'm getting ready to pull out, baby, and spray your ass with jism."
Nina nodded. Running her finger back and forth over her pulsing bud, she whimpered. "Ohhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah. Sprinkle my butt with your hot cum."
He flew out of her agitated rectum. "Ugghh," he bellowed, feeling the rush of his boiling seed. "Uggghhhhhh." A torrent of his white stuff soared in an arc and landed on Nina's wiggling backside. "Uggghhhhhhhh." Another creamy projectile was flung. He emptied his lungs of stagnation evenly with the load in his balls. Roaring, he expeled his dense secretions. "Uggghhhhhhh. Ugghhhhh."
Nina came violently. She shuddered with orgasm atop his desk. Her curvaceous body was riddled with contractions. "Ohhhhhhhhh."
"How about that cup of coffee?" Dino broached after becoming lucid. "That is, if you manage not to drop your bag."
She laughed. "Something tells me I'm going to have to look over my shoulder whenever you're around."
"You never know what's coming after you."
"Oh, I have a good idea."
Working for Dino and Rich was going to be a refreshing departure from running Tangerine's. Even on a part-time basis, adventures might be waiting to be had.
Nina appreciated the camaraderie. The recent turbulence in her life had finally calmed. Nancy, setting up her apartment a few blocks away, had recovered from Kirk; given the brevity of their affair, it required less effort than Nina anticipated.
Nina bit the bullet and leveled with her daughter about Kirk. Nancy took it better than expected. "I'm not angry," she proclaimed. "Your generosity overwhelms me. I can't think of many mothers who would share their boyfriends with their daughters."
Retaining that closeness with her daughter was vital to Nina. Her life had taken another positive step.
The pleasure, of course, was better than ever. Having reached the other side of forty, she didn't just enjoy sex she was insatiable.
