Carl went back into his room. His bags were packed. On his way back from the bank he stopped by the railroad station. There was a train leaving for Barcelona at two in the afternoon. It gave him plenty of time.
There was a knock on the door. Carl went and answered it.
"Hi, come on in," he said.
Danny, Carl's partner, or rather ex-partner, came in. After a brief but financially rewarding career as jewel thieves somewhere in North Africa, they had decided to split up. Actually, it was the threat of their eminent arrest which did the splitting.
They were a good team and had been one for quite some time. Danny was on his way to Asia. Carl just wanted to rest somewhere in the sun.
"Forgot the tools," said Danny. "Got 'em right here."
Carl handed Danny a small leather bag which contained everything he might need in order to pull a job.
"Sure you won't be needing any of this stuff?" asked Danny.
"Naw. If I do, I can always pick it up wherever I am."
"So, you're going straight, huh."
"For a while, yeah."
"I never had it figured that way," said Danny.
"Neither did I."
"So?"
"So, that's the way it is right now."
"Yeah, I guess it is. When's the train leave?"
"Two. You flying out today."
"Yeah, at three."
"That gives you time to take one last look at the town."
"I've already seen it," said Danny as he sat down.
"Sure you won't change your mind."
"And do what?"
"Come with me, take a rest, then get back into action again."
"Naw. I get too nervous when I don't work," said Danny.
"I forgot."
He looked at his watch. Danny stood up. "Take care, pal," he said. "Yeah, same to you," he said. "Okay, see you."
Danny left. Carl closed the door behind him. It had been hard to split up like that, but there really was no other way really. Both of them knew that. They were doing what was right for both of them.
Carl made one last final check of his room just to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything. Then he carefully broke down his gun and wrapped it in an oil cloth.
He stuck it in a small briefcase he carried. He doubted that he'd be searched and even if he was, since the gun was broken down, it was no longer technically a gun. It might mean something. Carl liked to play all the bases. It paid off for him, at least it had so far.
The guy behind the main desk had his bill all prepared by the time Carl got down. He paid it. Actually, the Continental was an okay hotel. The prices were right, the service was excellent, and they respected your privacy. Carl guessed that that was about all you could ask for.
He got into a cab that was waiting in front of the hotel and told the driver to take him to the railroad station. The hot African sun beat mercilessly down and Carl looked forward to the cool breezes of northern Spain that awaited him.
The railroad station wasn't too crowded. There were more people coming in than were leaving. Maybe it was a sign, he didn't know.
It was a simple matter to purchase a ticket one-way to Barcelona. One night and two days.
He decided to travel first class. He and Danny had only pulled a couple of jobs, but they were biggies so he had the dough to spend. Besides, he didn't want to sit up all night because he was too cheap to buy himself a room for the night.
He had a couple of minutes to kill so he wandered around, anxious to get the hell out of there. A pretty brunette caught his eye. Yeah, she would be okay, thought Carl; nice legs, good breasts. Had sort of an air about her, if you were sensitive to airs. Carl was.
The odds against her traveling with him were against him. Well, one could always hope. The world shrinks down to human being size sometimes.
He checked his watch. Good. It was time. He headed for the train. He finally found his car number and got in. He had the room all to himself. Well, it was better than sharing it with another guy. He stashed his bags and settled down.
Fellow passengers started to fill up the car. They were walking up and down the corridor. Then he saw her again. He just got a glimpse of her as she glided down the corridor. She didn't glide very far because she went into the compartment next to his. Carl smiled. Well, maybe this is a good omen, he thought to himself.
With an imperceptible jerk, the train slowly began to pull out of the station. Carl made himself comfortable. Dinner would be a good time unless a better time presented itself earlier. You never could tell about these things. He was patient. He wasn't going anywhere and neither was she.
Five cigarettes later, plus an advance of two hours of time and Carl was getting bored. The ferry ride across to Gibraltar and from there onto Spanish soil had been okay. There was something to look at, but now it was all pretty flat.
Carl had the feeling that it would stay this way until they got further north. Well, there was no time like the present, he thought, as he got up and went out of his compartment.
He knocked on her door. She opened it. She was pretty.
"Hi. I live next door and I got bored so I thought I'd come visiting," he said. "My name's Carl."
"I'm Nancy. Come on in."
Carl went in and sat down. "Going far?" he asked.
"Barcelona."
"Oh ready? So am I."
"Business or pleasure?" she asked as she crossed her legs. Her thighs were pretty, too.
"Pleasure. Business, if it comes, but I'm not really looking for it," he answered.
"What kind of business are you in?" she asked.
"Jewelry."
"I see."
"Do you?"
She laughed softly. "I think so. You have that look about you," she said.
"And what look is that?"
"The look of a man, who, shall we say,-likes his danger along with big money."
"You're very perceptive."
"Not really."
"Then you're in the business, too," he said.
"Sort of."
"Want to explain?"
"I was with someone who had a nice little hustle going for him. Then he got greedy and blew it. I blew town."
"What was the hustle?"
"Blackmail."
"Nasty business. Never liked blackmailers myself. Come on, I'll buy you a drink."
"Okay."
They walked down to the bar car. There were already people there. They sat down at a table. The waiter came over.
"Gin on the rocks," said Nancy.
Carl winced. "A beer for me."
"So, what happened?" he asked.
"He pushed the guy too far and that was it."
"That happens. You have to have a very delicate touch," said Carl.
"He only saw dollar signs."
"So, what are you going to do in Barcelona?"
"Rest, see what's going on. You?"
"Same thing. I'm in no hurry."
"Same with me."
She finished her drink and Carl ordered her another. Nancy was beginning to loosen up a bit now. Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was just her way. Whatever it was, it was good. Carl decided what the hell and ordered himself a real drink.
There was an instant communication between them that made it a very easy thing. Maybe that was what he spotted in the railroad station. People in the same business have a way of recognizing one another. Carl's business was like any other in that respect.
"Ever been there before?" she asked.
"No, you?"
"Yes. It's a nice town, if you know your way around."
"Every town in the world is like that," said
Carl.
"That's true, but you're going to Barcelona."
"Yeah. Want to show me what's happening?"
"Maybe," she said.
But the way she said maybe was like the way most girls said yes. She had a sexy voice. Carl figured correctly that she drank a lot. It was her voice that gave her away. It got real husky. Voices only get that way when they have a lot of booze to wash them. That was okay by Carl, though. He didn't give a shit one way or the other. There was no reason why he should, at least now there wasn't.
"There might be a possibility," said Carl.
"Of what?"
"That we might be able to get together on something."
"Business or pleasure?"
"I was thinking of business, but now that you mention it, maybe pleasure, too"
"There's always possibilities. Heisting is a little out of my line," she said as she lit a cigarette.
"Not that far, I'd bet."
"You'd win, too."
"Getting hungry?" he asked.
"Sort of. Is there a dining car on this train?"
"You really must have left in a hurry." Nancy shrugged her shoulders. "What can I tell you?"
"I'll leave that up to you."
Carl signalled for the waiter. "Another drink sir?" he asked.
"Where's the dining car?"
"Three cars to the rear," answered the waiter.
"What time is dinner served?"
The waiter checked his watch. "Now, sir."
"Thanks."
He paid the check and gave the guy a good tip. "Want to go now?" he asked.
"As soon as I finish my drink. I'm on a vacation, remember?"
"Sorry, I must have forgotten. I thought you were hungry."
"Booze always improves my appetite," she said.
"Okay." He wasn't about to argue with her.
Outside the flat Spanish countryside rolled by. The train made a lot of stops. Then Carl remembered that it wasn't an express. Yeah, it'll probably be like this all the way to Barcelona, he thought, stopping every hour to pick up a few peasants with their goats and chickens.
After he saw that a couple of times, Carl was damn glad he decided to travel first class. Besides, he wouldn't have gotten to meet Nancy, for whatever that might be worth. You never could tell, though.
Her body was okay and her hair was long and straight. Yeah, she was a pretty woman, slightly dangerous, but pretty. They all were, in varying degrees, thought Carl, as he watched her drink.
This one makes it real tough on herself, though. That was okay, too. Everybody had their own ways. Carl wasn't in the habit of questioning anybody until the relationship demanded it. He was really a quiet sort of guy who went his own way and didn't bother anybody. In a lot of ways, he was sort of invisible.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Sure," she said.
Carl led her down the corridors until they finally got to the dining car. It was already about half filled. That meant that there was plenty of room. Nobody had to double up on the tables.
Carl ordered drinks. He was in the mood for a nice easy dinner. Yeah, he wanted to get to know her well, real well. She might be able to do him some good in Barcelona, once they got there. There was also tonight and other nights, of which Carl had definite thoughts about.
The dinner was good. They got their first taste of Spanish food; well, he did at any rate. He bought a bottle of wine that set well with the food. He even got another, to take out, so to say.
They watched as the night gradually replaced the day. After a few drinks, Nancy looked real good to Carl. Fucking his head off wasn't exactly his intention on this trip. All he wanted to do was to lay under the sun somewhere. Yeah, he'd have to keep on telling himself that.
"Enjoy your dinner?" he asked as their coffee was brought to them, and they lit cigarettes.
"Yes, it was very good for a train."
"That's true. I thought we might share this bottle of wine later on," he said.
"Are you trying to get me drunk?"
"I hadn't really thought about it. Get drunk if you want to."
"You know, I sort of like you," she said as she touched his hand with hers.
"Sort of?"
"I don't really know you."
"Oh."
"You wouldn't want me to make any hasty decisions about you, would you."
"Do you make hasty decisions."
"Sometimes."
"About men?" he asked. "Very rarely about men."
"That's good."
"Let's go," she suggested.
"Fine by me," said Carl.
He paid their check and they left. The booze was getting to Carl a little. He felt it as they walked back to her compartment. That was okay, though. It was in keeping with the spirit of the evening.
Carl deposited Nancy and the bottle of wine in her compartment first. "Be right back," he said.
"I'll be here," said Nancy as she kicked off her shoes.
Carl went to his own compartment and secreted his gun in another piece of luggage. Then he got a glass and went back to Nancy. She had her long legs stretched out so that they rested on the opposite seat. Carl sat down next to her.
"Want to drink the wine now?" he asked.
"Might as well," she purred.
Carl opened the bottle and poured some into the two glasses which Nancy held. She turned out the lights and shut the door.
"That's better, isn't it?" she asked.
"Yeah, I was going to suggest it myself," said Carl.
"I have a feeling we think a lot alike," she said.
"Maybe."
"I'm not usually wrong," she said as she took a long pull out of her glass.
"Except with your late partner," suggested
Carl.
"He was okay until he saw stars. That wasn't my fault. We had a nice little thing going. It still could have been going but he got sloppy. So, who gets some of the heat? Me, that's who. Isn't exactly fair, is it?" she asked.
"No, but that's the way it works sometimes. I had a similar thing happen to me. I've actually been running out of two countries in less than two months," Carl confided slowly as he lit a butt.
"You must like traveling."
Carl casually laid one of his hands on Nancy's leg. The thigh was hard. She didn't move his hand. Instead, she sort of inched a little closer to him.
"No, not really," answered Carl.
Nancy suddenly turned her face towards him. Carl leaned over, their bps met. Nancy slipped her tongue into his mouth and poked it around. Carl took his hand off her thigh so that he could cup and squeeze one of her breasts. She liked it. Her tongue became more active in his mouth. She tasted of wine and booze, but to Carl it was a good taste. He liked it.
Then she broke away. "That was nice," she said.
"Yes, it was."
"Let's keep it that way, Carl," she said.
"Okay, fine by me."
Nancy finished her drink and reached down for the wine bottle and refilled her glass. At least she wasn't shy, thought Carl to himself. It said a lot for her.
Carl held out his glass and Nancy filled it, too. Then she put the bottle back on the floor. Carl wondered how the beds got to be beds.
"How do the beds get to be beds?" he asked her.
"They come down out of the wall. Don't be in such a hurry," said Nancy. "Sorry."
"That's okay. I'm used to it."
Carl decided to let that one lay where it was. He put one of his hands between Nancy's legs and slowly rubbed and caressed his way up towards her cunt. Nancy sipped at her wine and looked out the window.
Then he touched her. He could feel her sex mound as it bulged against the silk of her panties. He rubbed it good and hard. Nancy turned her face towards him as she put her glass down on the window sill.
She opened her mouth and drew Carl's face down to hers. She mashed her lips against his as his touch became more insistent on her cunt. Her tongue swirled around his. She opened her legs more so as to make it easy for him.
Carl took his hand off her cunt and unbuttoned her blouse. The soft, white breast flesh strained against the confining bra. Carl reached around and unbuttoned her brassiere.
Nancy broke away from him and hunched her shoulders forward. The bra slid down her arms and off. Her nipples were large and inviting. Carl kneaded her ample flesh hard in his fingertips as Nancy began to rub his crotch. Carl could feel his prick begin to stir under her delightful touch.
He leaned over her and sucked on one of her nipples. He swirled his tongue around and around the circumference until he felt the nipple excite and erect. Then he sucked on it and gently nibbled on it while he rubbed the other one. Nancy moaned softly and ran her fingers through his hair and pressed his face hard against her breast.
Then he took his mouth off of the breast and worked on the other one. Nancy's moanings became louder and louder as she got excited. She unbuttoned his shirt and teased with his chest.
Then she stood up suddenly and unbuttoned her skirt and let it drop. She stepped out of it. Then she hooked her fingers into the elastic that supported her panties. She stooped over as she slid them down her legs.
By reaching up she was able to drop one of the beds. Carl helped her after he first made sure they would be able to get at the wine bottle. First things first.
The bed was down and Carl quickly undressed and hopped in next to her. He leaned over her and sucked on a nipple while Nancy stroked his cock until he got a full erection. She caressed his testicles.
Carl began to kiss her hard, flat stomach. At the same time, he slipped his middle finger into her cunt and slid it up and down, slowly. Nancy panted and ran her hands over every part of her body that she could reach.
Carl put his face between her legs and began to run the tip of his tongue up towards her cunt. Nancy spread her legs for him as he suddenly pressed his lips and teeth against her hairy mound. He ran the tip of his tongue slowly up and down her cunt crack. Nancy lubricated freely in anxious anticipation.
Then lie rammed himself into her as hard and as fast as he could. He poked and probed around. Then he found her love button and swirled his tongue around and around the ultra-sensitive little organ. Nancy moaned loudly as it swelled and erected and sent out slashing pangs of excitement and pleasure to every part of her body.
She dug her fingers into the sheets as the excitement and pleasure mounted in her body. Carl grabbed her by her rounded buttocks so he could hold onto her now bucking pelvis. He ground himself into her hard. His tongue shot in and out of her pulsating cunt.
Nancy bucked up into him hard as she felt herself begin to approach orgasm. Carl felt it, too. And then he heard her sort of gasp. Hot juices began to pour out of her cunt and stream down the length of her canal and into his waiting mouth. Carl lapped at her and swallowed hard. He drew as much of her precious come into his mouth as he could. Then it was over.
Carl took his mouth off of her cunt. His lips and cheeks were streaked and stained from her come. He squatted over her, his prick inches from her face.
Nancy inched her face slowly towards his bulging head. She caressed his balls as the tip of her tongue shot out and tried to force itself into the tiny hole in the head of his prick.
Then she ran her tongue around and around the ridges as she held him steady in her hands. Her tongue slowly ran down the sensitive underside of his prick until she reached his balls. Then she opened her mouth and put them into her warm, moist cavern. She held them there for a long time as if she were trying to heat them up. As if it were really necessary. Then she let them fall gently out.
She ran her tongue back up the length of his rod and opened her mouth and slipped him in. Carl helped her by pushing a little. His prick disappeared into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged from the thickness of his shaft as Carl began to give her a hard, fast mouth-fucking. He slapped himself in and out of her mouth. Nancy's lips squeezed him as hard as they dared.
She dug her fingernails into his muscular thighs as she got more and more excited. She twisted her face around on his cock as he mouthfucked her. Her hands caressed and held his testicles. Carl didn't want to come that way and he knew he would if he kept it up, so he pulled himself out of her and slid down her throbbing body.
Nancy spread her legs far apart and guided his cock to the entrance to her cunt. Carl held it there for a minute just because he felt like it before he pushed and buried himself into her up to his hairy hilt.
Nancy panted and raised her legs high above their bodies as Carl began to friction her. Then he picked up his speed and slapped his pelvis against hers. Nancy responded by bucking her cunt up to meet his incoming cock. She caressed his flanks and loins as he threw her head around a lot on the pillow.
Her long hair flew in every direction as she felt her stomach muscles begin to tighten. Then her cunt exploded and come came from everywhere and raced down the length of her canal to bathe and soak Carl's driving prick.
Carl leaned over and pinched one of her nipples hard, filling Nancy with delicious pain and pleasure. She continued to come. She sucked in air as fast as she could. Her breasts shook a lot on her chest as their bodies collided violently.
Carl kept up his pace. He wanted to make a good impression. It paid the first time. It also paid every other time after that, but the first was the most important. At least, that was the way he saw it.
Carl drove from his toes upward and slashed into her. Nancy wrapped her legs around his waist and rode with him. Then he felt his testicles go numb and then he squirted hot, searing come up into her cunt.
Nancy yelled out when she felt his hot juices hit her. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders and back hard as she came with him. Their come mixed together in her body. Some of it began to dribble out between her legs and stain the sheets.
Carl pounded himself in and out of her as fast and as hard as he could. Then his balls emptied themselves and it was all over, at least as far as he was concerned.
He laid on top of her until he got his breath back. Nancy let her legs down into a more comfortable position. Carl could feel his cock shrinking steadily. What went up must come down, he thought, as he pulled himself out of her.
He sat on the bed and lit a cigarette. Nancy's nipples were still hard and erect and her cunt still quivered and throbbed. She finally caught her breath and took the cigarette out of his hands and smoked it. Carl lit another one and then he reached for his drink and took a couple of good long swallows of the wine. It tasted good.
"Welcome to Spain," she finally said.
"Thanks. I might say the same to you."
"You might. Are you?"
"Yes, it's a mutual feeling."
"Mmmmm, sure is," she said.
Nancy finished her wine and reached out and got the bottle and refilled her glass.
"Where will you be staying in Barcelona?" he asked as the train started to slow down.
"In a hotel."
"Is it a mystery?" he asked. "No, why?"
"I want you to stay with me," he said.
The train came to a complete halt now. Carl turned his head and looked out the window. He couldn't see anything.
"Sure, why not?"
"That's exactly the best attitude you could have."
"I'm sorry. I really like you and it would be fun to be together for a while," she said. "I think so."
Nancy snuggled in close to him. "Tired?" he asked. "No, just comfortable," she replied. "How old are you."
"Twenty-five. You."
"Twenty-nine going on fifty," he said. "Yeah, I feel like that myself sometimes," said Nancy.
"It's not good too often."
"I know."
"What's the action like in Barcelona?" he asked.
"It's there if you want it. The police are murder, though. You really have to be careful. It's no place to get caught."
"No place is," he said.
"That's true, but some places are better or worse than others. Spain is one of the worst, believe me."
"I do. I have no reason not to."
The train started to move again. "When will we get there?" she asked.
"If we're on time, we should arrive at about eight tomorrow night," answered Carl. "You really must have left in a hurry," he said as he ground out his butt.
"I did. I didn't have any choice." t "I can believe that. That was the way we left the states."
"Who's we?"
"I had a partner."
"What happened to him?"
"He hooked up with a girl, they went to Manila I think."
"That's certainly far enough."
"Too far for me."
"Were you together long?" she asked.
Her nipples were flat on her breasts now. Carl leaned his hand over and rubbed one of them gently.
"Sort of. It was an okay deal. We worked well together."
"That's tough when you lose somebody like that. You don't find them too often," she said.
"That's why I'm not looking for one."
"You're smart," said Nancy. "I try."
"I'll bet you do."
Yeah, it was okay. Carl was glad he found her. She'd make a nice traveling partner. It was always better with two. Besides, he liked the kind of company she could provide him with.
She had a fine body and she knew how to use it. That said a lot. She was also in the business. She knew what was coming off. She could probably look after herself pretty well. Yeah, that she did to know if she wanted to survive, which Carl presumed she did.
He looked down at her. Her breasts lay quietly on her chest, moving only with the jiggling of the train. They looked nice. Her cunt hairs were dry now. She had a beautiful mound. Below that were long, fine legs that were hard where they were supposed to be. Yeah, quite a package.
Carl silently congratulated himself on his good luck and his ability to turn that luck into something else. Just the right way to start off a vacation. He also liked the way it happened, nice and simple. Easy, no bullshit. That counted a lot with Carl. Nancy stretched out her long body beside him and took a long pull out of her wine.
"We can get good wine in Spain," she said. "That's good, I kke wine."
"So do I. There are some good beaches we can go to."
"Right up my alley."
"Are you carrying any tools with you?" she asked.
"I've got a gun, that's all."
"That's okay. A lot of people carry guns in Spain."
"Do you carry a gun?" he asked.
"When I have to," she said.
"Okay, that's fair enough."
All of a sudden he felt tired. Maybe it was the combination of the wine and the fucking. Sure, that could knock you right out. He slid down onto his back and yawned. Nancy was right beside him. Her body was soft and warm and it felt good. Carl didn't have any trouble at all in falling asleep.
It was the sunlight that woke him. It streamed into the compartment. He reached across her sleeping body and fumbled with the shade for a couple of seconds before he finally got it down. But by that time he decided he might as well stay awake.
He lit a cigarette. By the time he had finished it, Nancy's eyes fluttered open. She looked up at him and smiled. He leaned over her and gave her a gentle kiss.
"Mmmmm, it's great to wake up like that," she purred.
"Me too."
"Where are we?" she asked.
"Beats me," said Carl as he fumbled around for his clothes.
Nancy was fully awake now. They dressed together and walked down to the dining car and grabbed breakfast. Carl ate with an appetite. It was a good sign.
CHAPTER TWO
THE ACTION PICKS UP
They finished. "Had enough?" he asked.
"Plenty," said Nancy as she lit her first cigarette of the day and inhaled deeply.
He paid the check and made a mental note to have a talk with Nancy. He certainly had no intentions of keeping her, at least not now he didn't. They went back to his compartment. He wanted to change into some fresh clothes. He did that and then felt better.
Then Nancy excused herself and did the same thing. She came back in ten minutes. It was a fine day out. The sun shone brightly, but somehow it didn't look as hot as the sun that beat down in North Africa.
The train jogged along. Carl decided to always take the express whenever he did any future traveling. Almost three days on a fucking train was a little too much.
"Do they always go this slow?" he asked.
"Sometimes, yes. You have to get on the express."
"Yeah, that's what I figured."
"I'm glad you didn't," she said as she gave his hand a squeeze.
She was a very sexy girl. Carl felt little shivers go all over his body whenever she touched him. Not many women affected him that way. Yeah, she was a real luxury.
"Got any dough?" he asked.
"Enough. Why?"
"Because whatever we have might have to last us for a while, unless you want to go back to work."
"Not me. Do you?"
"Not for a while at least, and after all you said last night, not in Spain," he replied. "There are better places," she said. "Like where."
"Italy, the States."
"The States might be a little difficult for me," said Carl.
"They forget after a while."
"Do you say that from experience?" he asked.
"Yup."
"Hmm. Looks like my little girl's been around," he said.
"Your little girl is no little girl."
"I guess not."
"Disappointed?" she asked.
"No. I've got no time to be a teacher. I'd rather train 'em."
"We're going to get along beautifully," she said.
"I knew that last night."
Carl reached over and squeezed one of her breasts. Nancy was wearing a loose fitting sweater that buttoned down the back. She didn't have a brassiere on. Carl liked it when her breasts shook. It was sexy.
"That feels so good," she said.
Carl rubbed. Nancy put her hands on his crotch and rubbed it. Carl felt himself begin to get hard. Nancy fumbled with his pants until she finally got them open. Then she made Carl stand up so she could drop them.
Nancy got down on her knees and opened her mouth and slipped the head of Carl's prick into her warm, moist cavern. Her tongue lapped and licked at the thickness of his shaft as she moved her head backwards and forwards. She held him by his thighs. Carl decided to help her by doing some of the work himself. It was only right.
He sank his prick as deeply into her mouth as he could. Nancy took it all and probably would have taken more if Carl had been able to give it to her. He worked with what he had though by slapping his hairy pelvis hard against her face.
Nancy caressed and teased and pleased his testicles. She breathed through distended nostrils as she got more and more excited. Her lips squeezed his shaft hard, just hard enough. She dug her fingernails into his thighs as she twisted her face around on the end of his prick.
Carl rammed himself in and out of her. He dug in as he felt his balls go numb. Then he squirted into her. Nancy swallowed it all and waited for the next batch.
Carl's testicles paused for a minute as they recharged themselves, then he salvoed into her again. Hot come filled her mouth. Nancy whimpered in deep felt pleasure as she drank everything he had to give her.
His prick rammed deep down her throat. Then his balls emptied themselves. Nancy gave him a couple of good sucks just to make sure she wasn't missing anything. She thrilled at the taste and texture.
Then Carl pulled his shrinking cock out of her and pulled up his pants and sat down. Nancy leaned over and put her hands on the carpeted floor and rested for a minute.
Her breasts swung free from her body and swayed gently. Carl felt himself begin to get hard again. Nancy ran the tip of her tongue slowly across her lips. Then she stood up and lit a butt.
"What was that for?" asked Carl.
"Because I like you."
"Oh."
"Because we're going to be together for a long time," she said.
"You're sure of that, huh?"
"Kind of. Aren't you."
"Yeah, I guess I am."
"You sound as if you don't want it," she said as she sat down next to him. "It's not that at all."
"Then what is it?"
"It's just a nice feeling, a private feeling that I'd rather keep to myself," he answered.
"As long as it isn't bad."
"No no, kitten. It's good, real good."
She leaned over quickly and gave him a short kiss on the cheeks. Yes, she was quite a little package, thought Carl to himself, and the funny thing was that it would probably work out, too. Yeah, that was the clincher.
They watched the Spanish countryside roll by. The train didn't stop too much after that. Carl was anxious to get to Barcelona. He was anxious to get off the fucking train. That was more like it.
He was sure that Barcelona or any other city for that matter would be a lot nicer town with a girl like Nancy to share it with. If things got rough, he could even put her to work. Very convenient, he thought.
"Just exactly what was your racket?" she asked.
"Jewels, furs, anything of high value."
"And you were what?"
"I did the casing, my partner did the actual job, except when it took two of us. I did a little safe cracking, nothing big. Just enough to get by," he said.
"That sounds all right."
"It pays well, yeah."
"Ever get caught?" she asked.
"Never did. Funny thing about that. We came close, but never got nabbed."
"You were lucky."
"There was more to it than luck," said
Carl.
"Such as?" she asked as she lit a cigarette.
"Oh, the jobs were very carefully planned. There was never any violence, nobody ever got hurt and we always had somebody to take the stuff off our hands."
"How much did you make?"
"Forty percent, sometimes thirty-five," he answered.
"That's a lot. Most guys get twenty."
"We did good jobs, no junk, only the best. We also knew what it was worth, so we couldn't be bullshitted."
"That comes in handy."
"With certain people, yeah. Why all the questions?"
"If I'm going to live with a man, I like to know something about him," said Nancy.
"We're not living together yet."
"When we are, can I ask some more questions?"
"No, and I mean it, too."
"Why?"
"Because I'd just as soon not tell anybody unless I want to, that's why."
"Don't you want to tell me?" she asked.
"If I did, I would, now cut it out," he said sharply.
"I'm sorry, Carl, I really am."
"Okay, okay, don't worry about it."
Ah, their first fight, and Carl acquitted himself. Maybe he really was a wild animal trainer at heart. His quiet disposition sort of led itself towards that anyway. Nancy had picked up steam, she really thought she was rolling, then Carl just put on the brakes.
The curtain got lowered and the lioness became a pussycat, just like that. Yes, it was going to make for a very interesting relationship, thought Carl, as he looked at his watch. Another five hours and they should be in Barcelona.
Carl was getting a good idea of the size of the country. Barcelona lay not far from the French frontier. That could conceivably come in handy. No, no jobs. The only job he wanted to do was on Nancy. Aside from that, there would be a little booze, a lot of sun, and a lot of cunt. Perfect. Just what he needed.
Trains were difficult places for Carl to kill time. He finally got pretty bored. "I'm gonna stretch my legs. Why don't you meet me in the bar car in forty minutes," he said.
"Okay, honey," said Nancy as she gave him a quick kiss on the lips and touched him.
Had it not been for Nancy, checking out the train would have been the first thing Carl would have done. He slowly walked all the way to the rear. The dining car was as far as he could go. Beyond that were the baggage cars, so he turned around and started to walk towards the front of the train.
He looked into all of the compartments until he got into the second class carriages. It was a little different there. The people were crowded in. He could imagine what third class was like. No, he really didn't want to.
He didn't discover anything or anybody, which was what he was really looking for. Still, it was good to walk for a change. The day of inactivity had begun to make him feel a little uncomfortable. He was used to walking. He liked it, it was good for him.
He looked at his watch. Still had time to go before he was supposed to meet Nancy. It was funny how people got hooked up with each other, he thought, as he stopped in the middle of a carriage and lit a cigarette and looked out the window.
Yeah, but it was still nice, no matter how or why it happened. Carl could take care of himself, that was for sure. No little blackmailer's helper was going to touch him. Ha! He thought about it and then he began to wonder exactly what Nancy was like.
Blackmail was one of the uglier parts of the business. Even picking pockets was better than that. Even con men didn't like blackmailers. No, it was dirty. That's what it was, and anyone who was ever involved with it, especially in the immediate way that Nancy was, had to be touched by it. It had to affect them, affect their way of thinking whether they realized it or not. And that's precisely where the danger of getting involved with Nancy lay, that perhaps she didn't realize it.
It was all speculation on his part anyway, and he knew it. Some people were different than others. He wanted to be fair to her. She seemed like basically a pretty nice girl. Yeah, there was no sense in condemning her even before he gave her a fair chance.
By thinking those things, he was giving himself a fair chance, that's all, and he knew it. He had been around too long, seen too many things happen to too many different people to be naive or innocent any more. That's just the way it was.
He stubbed out his cigarette and looked at his watch and then decided to head for the bar car. Nancy was waiting for him when he got there. There were leather sofas set up against one wall. It was her leg he saw first. The skirt was short and the leg was crossed and a lot of thigh was revealed.
The guy sitting opposite her saw it, too. Carl thought about just waiting to see what he'd do, but then he knew what the guy would do if he had half a brain in his head. No, head off trouble before it began, don't get cute.
"Hi," said Nancy, "enjoy your walk?"
"It was okay. It's a long train, wow!"
"Did you go all the way to the end?"
Carl put his hand on her thigh and looked at the other guy at the same time, just to let him know where things were at. "Only to the dining car. In back of that is baggage and probably tenth class. Want a drink?"
"Sure."
Carl got a waiter and bought her a drink. He abstained. It was a little early in the day for him. He wanted to see just how much she boozed. It usually was a problem if you did it that much. Those kinds of problems Carl didn't need, especially when they were attached to a beautiful woman. That only made it harder in the end when you would up doing what you knew you were going to do all along. It was the kind of grief that Carl wanted to save himself if he could. And he could and he would.
The waiter brought Nancy her gin on the rocks. Carl winced. It was heavy drinking for so early. Well, if you're going to do it, might as well go all the way, he thought.
"How's the drink, okay?" he asked, just to test her out.
"That worries you, doesn't it?"
"What?"
"My drinking."
"To an extent, yes."
"Can I explain something to you?"
"Sure."
"This is unusual for me. The whole thing I went through with my ex-partner really sort of left me strung out. I'm really nervous and anxious all the time. I'll settle down as soon as I can relax and forget about it. Does that make any sense to you at all, Carl?" she asked.
"It makes good sense. It just sort of threw me a little, that's all," he said.
"I can understand that."
"Can you understand it if I get down on you every now and then?" he asked as he lit a butt.
"It's good for me, but be gentle."
"I will, kitten, I will," he said. She held his hand. "I know you will. I trust you."
"You shouldn't."
"Why?" she asked, taken aback a little.
"Because you don't know me." Nancy laughed softly. "Oh yes I do. It's my intuition."
"You trust it that much, huh?" he asked. "Yes, I do."
"Funny, I trust mine, too," he said. "And what does yours tell you about me?" she asked.
"That you'll probably straighten out."
"And if I don't?"
Carl put his hand on her thigh again. "You know the answer to that as well as I do," he said.
"Yes, I guess I do. We'd better eat a late lunch."
"Why's that?" he asked.
"We'll have to wait until we get into Barcelona before we can get dinner. They won't serve dinner on the train."
"Okay. Any particular place you want to stay?"
"I know of a pretty good hotel that won't cost us an arm and a leg. Can you drive a motor bike?" she asked.
"Yes, why? Want to buy one?"
"It would be cheaper than renting a car. We can get a little place down by the beach and hold up for a while, if you'd like."
"What do you want to do?" he asked.
"Hold up. We can go into town whenever we want to, if it gets too dull," she said.
"Dull? What do you think?"
"I think we'd kill each other," she said with a smile.
"Yeah, but what a way to go."
"Hungry?"
"Yeah, let's go."
Carl led Nancy down to the dining car. Carl was beginning to get interested in Spanish food and he was anxious to get to somewhere where he could really sample it. The train food was a good introduction though because he knew that it couldn't get any worse. Well, it could, but he certainly wouldn't be there to taste it.
A lot of people must have gotten on during the night and early morning because the dining car was packed. He and Nancy wound up sharing a table with some wealthy Americans. They tried to draw Carl into conversation, but Carl didn't feel much like talking so he was just polite and that was it.
His fellow travelers were a little put off, but neither Carl nor Nancy gave a shit. They finished their meal and didn't bullshit around with coffee or anything. They just left and went back to her compartment. In their absence, the bed had been made and the room straightened out.
"Get enough to eat?" he asked.
"Yes. My stomach is beginning to get upset a little."
"Mine, too. It's the damn train, the jiggling. Worse than a boat," said Carl.
"I'll be all right though, once we settle down somewhere."
"Traveling is always rough, especially when it comes the way yours did," he said.
"Listen, I was damn glad to get on this train."
"How close was it?" he asked as he started to rub her thigh.
"About an hour, but I really think that if they wanted me they would have gotten me."
"They were probably satisfied just to see you leave the country."
"So was I, but I sort of got to like North Africa."
"I know what you mean, so did I. Well, that's the way it goes sometimes." His hand became more active on her upper thigh.
Nancy moved closer to him and in doing so spread her legs. She turned her face up for a kiss. Carl leaned over her and pressed his lips against hers. At the same time he began to rub her cunt. When he did that, Nancy's tongue became more active in his mouth. She ran her fingers through his hair as she kissed him. Carl felt her soft mound as it bulged against her panties.
Nancy began to squirm around a little. Carl cupped one of her breasts and rubbed it. Nancy started to pant. Carl broke away from her and lifted her skirt up. Then he got down on his knees in front of her and hooked his fingers into the elastic that supported her panties. Nancy lifted up so he could slide them down her legs. He dropped them on the floor and gently pressed his lips against her cunt. He ran the tip of his tongue slowly up and down just inside her crack. Nancy moaned and spread her legs further as she became more and more excited. Carl found her love button and swirled his tongue around and around the ultra-sensitive little organ until he felt it excite and harden and erect.
He sucked on it. Nancy gyrated her cunt up hard into his face as she dug her fingernails into the seat cushions. She gritted her teeth as pleasure coursed through her body.
Carl grabbed her by her buttocks and played with the crack in her ass until he found what he was looking for. The tight, circle of flesh resisted at first but then gave way under his insistent pressure. Nancy groaned as he pushed and buried his middle finger deep into her ass-hole.
Carl's tongue shot in and out of Nancy's cunt. He mashed his lips and teeth hard against the sensitive cunt flesh and he didn't care if he hurt her or not. Neither did she.
Carl rammed his finger in and out of Nancy's ass-hole. She began to squirm around as her pleasure rose in her body. She reached down and grabbed him by the back of his head so she could press him hard against her quivering cunt. She moaned loudly.
"Oh, Carl, Carl."
Carl dug in. His finger poked and probed around deep inside her ass-hole. His tongue shot in and out of her cunt. Nancy's breathing came in gasps as she jerked and bucked her cunt up into his face. His stomach muscles went hard and then she started to come.
Carl's tongue lapped at the steaming liquids as they began to pout out of the most private parts of her cunt. They flowed down the length of her canal and into his waiting mouth. He swallowed hungrily as he sucked on her and drew as much of her precious liquids into his mouth as he could.
He tried to split her ass-hole in two with his finger and he wished at that moment it was his cock instead. Nevertheless he made do with what he had. He did pretty well too. Nancy finished coming and lay back on the seat. Carl slowly took his finger out of her ass-hole. It felt like she was grabbing him as if she didn't want him to leave. He gave her a couple of long, slow laps before he took his face away from her cunt. His lips and cheeks were streaked and stained from where some of her come had escaped. He stood up and leaned over and cupped one of her breasts as he mashed his lips against hers. He wanted to give her a good taste of herself.
Nancy's tongue licked and lapped at the thrilling taste as she twisted her face around on his. Come still dribbled and oozed out of her cunt as they kissed. Carl gave one of her breasts a good going over too.
Nancy finally caught her breath. She put on her panties and smoothed down her skirt. Carl could feel his prick begin to get soft between his legs. He lit a cigarette. It was an okay way to kill some time. Her cunt tasted sweet and good, like a woman.
"What was that for?" she asked.
"Because you're a good girl," he said.
"What makes you so sure?"
"I don't know."
"You could be wrong," she said.
"Maybe, maybe not. I don't think I am."
It was beginning to get dark out. They would be in Barcelona soon. Good.
"I felt like doing it anyway. You've really got a nice cunt," he said.
"I'm glad you like it."
"I love it, I really do."
"I bet you say that to all the girls."
"That's not true, only a few, a very few."
"I'm glad I'm one of the select few," she said.
"You are-for whatever that's worth," said
Carl.
"I'm happy, if you are."
Sure why not he thought to himself. It was better to be happy than unhappy and under the circumstances it wasn't hard. They would see where they stood later on, when maybe the going got a little rougher. Yeah, then Nancy would show her true colors, if not before. Carl would be waiting though. He had no intention of getting himself involved in any entanglements that he couldn't get out of, especially when he was in a foreign country where he didn't know what was coming off. Nope, play it close to your chest. That was what he told himself and it was good advice too. The last thing Carl wanted was trouble whether it was from the law, a woman, what or wherever it came from he didn't want it. And he'd do a lot to make sure he avoided it too. That's where he was dangerous but Nancy didn't know that. The only thing she probably saw was a tongue and a prick. But there was more. The cock could do damage but not nearly as much as a determined will could. There were better things to talk about though, thought Carl to himself.
"Wow, you really drifted away," said Nancy.
"Sorry, I do that every now and then."
"I don't but almost everybody I know does or did at one time," she said.
"It's no big thing. I've got some repacking to do before we get there," he said as he stood up.
"Do you want me to come over?" she asked.
"No, wait here for me."
"Okay."
Carl left.
Once he was alone in his own compartment he felt better. He locked the door and drew down the shades. All he wanted was a little privacy. That was why romances on trains were so nice. You crammed three or four weeks into one or two nights, then you said goodbye and never saw each other again. It was okay. Brief, to the point, everybody got what they wanted. Yeah, it was too bad life couldn't be like that thought Carl as he lit a cigarette and leaned his head back. Well, it wasn't-most of the time-so there wasn't any good in thinking about it.
He made sure his gun was still where he put it, then he took it out and replaced it in his little attache case. He looked at his watch. It was seven thirty. He could hear some of the other passengers as they started to organize themselves. There would probably be a mad crush to get off the train. Great. Just what he was looking forward to. He gathered up his bags and, after he had made a check of his compartment to see if he had left anything behind, he went into Nancy's compartment.
"All set?" he asked as he set his luggage down.
"Yes. In a couple of minutes we might as well start to walk towards the front of the train. It'll save us time when we get into the station," she said.
She had changed clothes and was now wearing something a bit more conservative. Of course, her body could never be called conservative no matter what she was wearing but Carl saw what she was trying to do. Her simple dress wasn't that short and only revealed a little of her fine legs. They would be noticed but not as much as if she were wearing a mini-skirt. She also put on a bra. Carl thought that was a good idea. She had large breasts and they had a tendency to flop around when she didn't wear a bra. Carl liked them when they did that but under certain circumstances it was best not to call too much attention to yourself. Evidently Nancy thought the same thing.
They gathered their luggage up and started to walk towards the front of the train. Other people had the same idea and when they finally stopped they were three cars from the front. There were a lot of people ahead of them.
"It won't matter, it's a big station," said Nancy.
Carl was still unhappy. As the train drew nearer to Barcelona some of the passengers began jostling one another in their hurry to be the first ones off.
"I feel like I'm home," said Carl.
"I know what you mean," said Nancy.
"We'll be there soon though," said Carl.
The train started to slow down and in another fifteen minutes it was grinding to a halt inside the main station. The people started to file off. Once on the platform Carl and Nancy just followed the general flow of traffic until they reached the street.
"Come on, we'll grab a cab," said Carl. "I'm right behind you," said Nancy.
Carl got one and the driver helped them with their luggage. Nancy gave him the address of the hotel they were going to stay at. Carl relaxed and lit a cigarette and looked around. It was cool out and the streets were crowded with people.
"It's a big town," he said.
"It's spread out. You'll get the hang of it in a few days," she said.
"The only thing I want to get the bang of is you."
"I thought you already had that."
"There's no such animal as a sure thing."
"I'm glad you said that," she said. "Wanna tell me why?" he asked. "Maybe you won't take me for granted," she replied. "Never that," said Carl. "Right, take me, but not for granted." Carl laughed. "No, not that either."
"What then?" she asked. "Nothing but good things," said Carl. "Promise?"
"No," he said as he flipped his butt out the window.
It was a fairly long ride to the hotel but they eventually made it. It was a medium sized place not nearly the size of the place he and Danny had stayed at while they were in north Africa. Still, it looked okay. The guy at the desk gave them one of their better rooms after Carl and Nancy had registered. A bellhop carried their bags up. Once inside the room Carl flopped onto the bed.
"God, but I'm glad to be off the damned train," he said as he stretched out.
Nancy came over and sat down on the edge, next to him. "So am I," she said as she rubbed his chest. Carl pulled her down on top of him. Her breasts pressed into his chest. Nancy opened her mouth and kissed him, her tongue swirled around inside of Carl's mouth.
Carl reached down and grabbed her buttocks and squeezed them as he sucked on her tongue. Then she broke away.
"I'm hungry," she said.
"Yeah, I almost forgot," said Carl as he stood up. "Got someplace in mind?" he asked.
"There's a little place not far from here. It's no big deal but the food's okay and so's the price."
"Let's make it."
"That's what I like to hear," she said with a smile.
They went out of the room. It was a pretty nice hotel. It was quiet, the rooms were large and air conditioned and it had sort of a friendly atmosphere. Carl figured that by the time he got back to the States he'd be somewhat of an expert when it came to hotels-maybe.
In keeping with the Spanish habit, they ate late. Carl was amazed. It was about nine o'clock and it looked as if the people were just getting ready for their night on the town. Back in the States it would have already begun and probably been half over. Nancy led him to a place. It was maybe a twenty minute walk from the hotel. Carl was glad for the chance to stretch his legs. The town had a nice air to it. The people seemed friendly although Carl knew that there was something else entirely going on. But it was nice to think about it.
The place she took him to was small and fairly quiet, sort of like a family restaurant. Nancy spoke a little Spanish so she interpreted for Carl. He had it pretty much covered though. They ate lightly as both of their stomachs were a little upset by the long train ride.
"This is nice," said Carl as he sipped on some good wine.
"I'm glad you like it."
"How well do you know the town?"
"Pretty well. Why? What do you want to get into?"
"Only you."
"Besides me, silly," she said.
A waiter came over and asked them if they wanted coffee. Carl felt like some; Nancy didn't.
"I sort of gravitate towards where the really rich people hang out," said Carl.
"I thought this was a vacation for you."
"It is. I'm just obeying my natural instincts."
"Well, confine your natural instincts to me, you'll be better off," said Nancy.
"That I can believe. Poorer, but better off."
"I've got enough dough to see us through."
"What about your ex-partner?" asked Carl as the waiter served him his coffee.
"He won't be needing it. Besides it was his fault he took the fall not mine.
"So that's the way it is huh?"
"That's the way it was," replied Nancy.
What had happened was obvious to Carl. The guy had gone to jail, or trial at least and Nancy had left with all the dough. It happened all the time. Carl's money belt felt uncomfortably large at that moment. Tomorrow he would have to go to a bank and rent a safe deposit box for as long as he was going to be in town. Damned blackmailers, he thought, can't trust any of 'em. Nope, not a single one. Well that's the way it was.
The thought of sleeping with one eye open didn't exactly appeal to Carl, nevertheless it sort of looked like that was the way things were heading.
He finished his coffee. "Want some dessert?" he asked.
"I'm stuffed. Feel like walking or would you rather go back to the hotel?"
"I'm sort of tired. A good night's sleep would suit me fine," said Carl.
"Think I'm going to let you sleep?"
"Yeah, like a baby, just like you," answered Carl.
"You really have a way about you, you know."
"I've been told that, yes."
"Ready?" she asked.
"As soon as I pay unless they're giving it away."
"I doubt it," she said.
Carl signaled the waiter who presented him with a very reasonable check which Carl gladly paid. It would have been worth it at double the price.
They left the place and headed back for the hotel.
CHAPTER THREE
WELCOME HOME HONEY
The bed looked very inviting to Carl as they entered their room, irresistible in fact. He flopped down in a chair. He lit a cigarette, the last one in the pack.
"I'm beat," he said.
"It was a long trip."
Nancy started to unpack and put her clothes into the bureau.
"We'll look for something on the beach tomorrow, okay?"
"Yes, you'll really like it Carl. It'll be quiet, we'll be all alone. It'll be a lot of fun."
He could imagine. "Yeah. I'm gonna take a shower."
He got up. His stomach really felt full. He took off his money belt and laid it on the bed. A little test for Nancy. Then he undressed and went into the bathroom. His stomach felt a lot lighter. Maybe it was the damned belt after all. Well, that problem would solve itself tomorrow when he stashed the dough in a bank.
He waited until he got the water exactly the way he wanted it; then he stepped in. He hadn't had a shower for two days. It really felt good. It relaxed him. He didn't think about anything at all, he just let the water cascade down onto his chest and face. It was a nice feeling.
All of a sudden the bathroom door opened and Nancy came in. "Thought I'd join you," she said as she stepped into the shower with him.
That was thoughtful, thought Carl as Nancy closed the door behind her. He reached out and pulled her close to him. She pressed her sopping sex mound hard against his leg as Carl ground his rising prick into her stomach. Her nipples pressed into his chest. Her breasts were crushed flat as she tilted her head up for a kiss. Carl gave it to her. She sucked on his tongue as she caressed his flanks and loins.
"Ummm, that was good," she said as she broke away.
Carl reached out and fondled her breasts until the nipples excited and erected. Then he leaned down and sucked on one while he rubbed her rounded buttocks at the same time. Nancy ran her fingers through his hair as she became more and more excited. Carl swirled his tongue around and around the erected little nub of breast flesh.
His hand stole down to her crotch. The hairs were wet and matted. He rubbed her gently as he sucked on her other nipple. Nancy arched her chest forward as if to get as much of her breast into Carl's mouth as was possible.
Carl sucked hard on her. He nibbled gently as he ran his middle finger around her cunt so as to loosen her up.
He finally penetrated her. Nancy lubricated freely in anxious anticipation of what he was going to do next. Their bodies glistened and shone from the water. They were slick and silvery. They ground together. Nancy spread her legs further as Carl's finger entered her deeper and deeper until it finally began to ream her out. Her cunt pulsated and quivered in intense excitement. Carl sank to his knees. Nancy leaned against the wall. Water poured all over them as he mashed his lips and teeth against her warm, wet cunt mound. He rammed his tongue up into her as hard and as far as he could.
Nancy moaned in deep felt pleasure as he sucked on her. He found her love button and swirled his tongue around it until he felt the ultra-sensitive little nub of flesh erect. Nancy whimpered and dug her fingernails into his back as she felt herself about to come.
"God, oh God," she panted out.
Hot come oozed out of her cunt and sped down the length of her canal into Carl's waiting mouth. He sucked and lapped at it hungrily. He drew as much of it into his mouth as he could. Nancy's bucking pelvis ground into his face as he buried himself between her legs. She held his head willing prisoner as she gyrated around, her knees half bent as she continued to come in a steady stream.
Carl sucked for all he was worth. Her cunt was too sweet not to. His prick quivered between his legs as if it was begging to be put inside her.
Then she stopped. Carl stood up and Nancy almost fell into his arms, panting.
"It was good, so good darling," she moaned.
Carl held her tightly as he ran his tongue across his lips. One of Nancy's hands went down to his crotch so she could fondle his balls and stroke his prick with a light touch that teased and pleased at the some time.
Water poured all over Nancy's long hair and wet it through. It hung down on either side of her face. Pleasure and excitement ran rampant through her young body. She was almost out of control.
She dropped quickly to her knees, her tongue already out. It snaked out and ran slow circles around the sensitive ridges on the bulging head of his prick. Her hands held his testicles gently as she opened her mouth and slipped him into herself.
Carl's prick slowly disappeared into Nancy's mouth. Her cheeks bulged from its length and thickness. Carl started a gentle pumping motion that sent his cock slithering into her up to its hairy hilt.
He picked up his speed. Nancy breathed through distended nostrils as he mouthfucked her. She closed her eyes. Her breasts shook on her chest as he slapped his prick in and out of her mouth. Her tongue licked and lapped at his glistening shaft as she squeezed him hard with her lips.
Carl panted heavily as he felt his balls go numb for a blinding second. Then he erupted into her mouth. Nancy braced herself as she felt him about to come. His prick shuddered once and then her mouth was filled up with his steaming come.
She swallowed hard as thrills raced through her throbbing body. She sucked hard on him. She twisted her head around on the end of his prick as he came in her once more. Nancy fought for her breath as Carl slapped himself into her mouth as hard and as fast as he could. He kept it up until he felt his balls finally empty themselves. Nancy gave him some more good, hard sucks just to make sure his cock was free of come before she finally moved back. His cock fell out of her mouth. She sucked in air through her open mouth. Water bounced off her back and it made the skin shine. Then she slowly stood up.
"One good turn deserves another," she panted out.
Carl could have commented on that but he let it pass. Instead he drew her close to him. Her erected nipples pressed hard into his chest. Carl finally caught his breath. Then he turned off the water and broke away from her. He stepped out of the shower and dried himself. Then he went into the other room and turned on the air conditioning. He sat down in the chair and lit a cigarette. Nancy came in and flopped down onto the bed.
"You really taste good," she said.
"So do you, your cunt is sweet, like fruit."
"No one's ever said that to me."
"I'm a romantic; that's why I say it."
"I can believe it."
"I'm gonna go to a bank tomorrow. Have you any dough you want me to put in a safe deposit box?"
"That's a good idea, I think I'll go with you," she said.
"Okay, might as well keep things straight. What was he blackmailing him for?" asked Carl.
"Who? My partner?"
"Yeah."
"The mark had a habit of going to certain places in town. He liked young girls," said Nancy.
"Who doesn't?"
"Ten years old?"
"Oh, that's a little different," said Carl.
"I'll say. Anyway that was how he liked them. They didn't even have to be virgins or anything."
"That's interesting," interrupted Carl.
"Do you want to hear or not?" asked Nancy. Her voice rose a little as if it were on edge.
"Sorry, I'll keep quiet."
"So that's what the hustle was. It wouldn't have been a hustle except for the fact that he was married and if she would have found out it would have been rough on him. There was also a. tie up with his business. It would have ruined him."
"So until you two came along he never worried about it huh?" asked Carl as he ground out his butt.
"Nope. No one cared. No one opened their mouth. It was a nice little deal."
"How'd your partner blow it?"
"The guy got tired of being bled so he decided to spend some of his dough on some muscle instead. The muscle nearly killed the guy and then they turned him over to the cops," she said.
"That was nice of them. What about you?"
"Once I made the initial contact, I was sort of a silent partner, that's all. When I found out what they did to him, I blew town."
"You were smart."
"I'll say. Under the circumstances I didn't have much of a choice. North African jails didn't appeal too much to me.
"That's understandable," said Carl.
"Would you like to take a ride down to the beaches tomorrow?" she asked.
"Okay, maybe we can look around for a little house or something," replied Carl.
"I'd like that."
"Okay, so would I."
"Wanna drink before we go to bed?" he asked.
"I don't feel like going out," she said.
"You don't have to, I've got some scotch," said Carl as he went over to one of his suitcases and pulled out a fifth.
"Where'd you get that?" she asked as he went into the bathroom to get the glasses.
"I stashed it before I left north Africa. It's an old habit of mine," he said as he poured some booze into the glasses and gave her one.
"It's certainly handy," said Nancy as she sipped.
"At times, yeah. Saves you the trouble of going out."
Carl lit another cigarette and pulled at his drink. It tasted good as it plummeted to the pit of his stomach and then exploded. Its warmth spread out evenly throughout his body.
Nancy stretched out on the bed. Her long, sinewy body seemed to flow in one long line that was full of curves and ripples. Carl took a good long, hard look at her. He didn't want to think about it too much. He didn't think Nancy could stand up under a close scrutiny and her body was too luscious to throw away like that. Yeah, let it ride for a while, see what happens, take it for what it's worth, that would be the safest thing to do.
"Are you tired?" she asked.
"A little. You?"
"I'm okay, I'm really glad to be here," she said.
"So am I, in a way," said Carl softly.
"What do you mean?"
"We'll see what happens."
"We always do that," said Nancy.
"Yeah."
Carl finished his drink. "That's it for me love," he said as he put down the empty glass and ground out his butt. His body needed rest. The long confinement on the train had taken more out of him than perhaps he had realized. It was like all of a sudden somebody pulled the plug and there wasn't anything left. He felt drained, empty, lifeless. Maybe it was Nancy. Yeah, she took a lot of satisfying and Carl wasn't exactly in shape for her. He would be though soon enough. It was just that in the meantime he'd have to watch it a little.
He crawled into the bed. Beside him, her body was warm and soft. Nancy continued to sip at her drink. Carl felt himself begin to go over the edge of the cliff and then it was all over. He turned over when Nancy got up to turn off the lights. He heard her moving around and then he snapped himself back into consciousness.
He opened one eye and watched her move around in the semi-darkness. He had it figured that she was going to take a look at his money belt but she didn't. For once he had it figured wrong-this time. But there would be others and Carl had no intention of letting it even get that far. That kind of trouble he didn't need or want at this stage of the game.
Nevertheless it made him feel a little happy and when he closed his eye and went back to sleep there was a smile on his face.
There was no smile the next morning. He opened his eyes. It took him a couple of seconds before he realized where he was. Then he remembered. Nancy stirred beside him. He put his hands on her breasts and caressed them gently. She reacted by moving around slowly as she woke up. There was a smile on her lips. Carl leaned over her and kissed her. Nancy wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and arched her chest upwards.
"Ummmm, good morning," she purred as she broke away.
"Sleep well?" asked Carl as he sat up in bed.
"Beautifully. Do you feel better?"
"Yeah. I only needed one night's rest and I got it. Okay, let's hit the beach."
"Are you hungry?" asked Nancy as Carl got up and started to dress quickly.
"I can eat, yeah. How about you?"
"I can always eat."
"Glad to hear it," he said as he lit his first cigarette of the day and sat down.
"I won't be long," said Nancy as she hopped off the bed.
"Don't rush," said Carl.
Nancy got dressed and was ready to go within a reasonable amount of time. They went down to the hotel restaurant and had a quick breakfast. Then they went back up to the room.
"Got a little bag we can use?"
"I've got a straw purse somewhere," she answered.
Carl started rummaging through his suitcase. "Yeah, that'd be fine," he said as he took out his bathing suit.
Nancy started to organize herself as Carl went into the bathroom and got the towels. "Here's the bag," she said when he came out.
"Good."
Carl stuffed his things into the bag. Then he grabbed his money belt and took some cash out of it.
"I wanna stop by a bank on the way," he said.
"Okay, there's one on the way," said Nancy.
"All set?" he asked.
"Wait till I change," she said.
Carl waited till Nancy put on her bikini. Then she put on a pair of slacks and a sweater.
"Okay, I'm ready."
They went out. The lobby wasn't too crowded as they walked through it.
"Which way?" asked Carl when they hit the street.
"This way," said Nancy.
Two blocks took them to a bank. Nancy and Carl both got safe deposit vaults. Then he felt better. They conducted their business quickly and in fifteen minutes were walking down the street again. They stopped at the first place they saw where they could rent motor bikes. Carl chose a small one hundred fifty cubic centimeter bike. The rental rates were cheap enough and it wasn't powerful enough so he could do himself, or Nancy, any damage. She climbed on behind him and he drove off down the block. He was a little shaky for about the first ten minutes but then he got the hang of it.
After that it was fun. The sun wasn't too hot, as long as they were moving. Nancy directed him out of town. The roads were a little too narrow for Carl's taste and the people drove like maniacs, but it was still fun. The breeze that hit them as they cruised along at forty miles an hour was cool and they both felt a tremendous feeling of freedom.
Thirty minutes later and the city was far behind. Now there were only a few scattered houses as they headed for the Costa Brava. Nancy pressed her breasts into his back. Her arms were resting lightly on his hips. She was a good rider, probably a better rider than he was a driver but that was okay by him. Then she suddenly slid her hands down to his crotch and started to rub it firmly. Carl felt his prick harden between his legs. He decided to slow down a little, just for safety's sake. The harder his cock got, the slower he went. Nancy made a game out of it. She leaned real close to him and stuck the tip of her tongue into one of his ears as she continued to rub his prick.
"Come on, cut it out or we'll have an accident," complained Carl as he weaved down the road.
"Make a left, go down that road," shouted Nancy as she took her hands off his cock and put them back on his hips.
Carl made the turn onto a dirt road which wound its way down to the beach. Carl stopped the bike and looked around. It was deserted. The beach was long and wide and very white.
"Wanna walk the rest of the way down?" he asked.
"Let's ride, it'll be fun," answered Nancy. "Okay, hang on."
"Just drive, don't worry about me."
"Okay, here goes."
He put the bike into gear and headed down. It wasn't as steep as it looked. Carl soon got his confidence and they were at the bottom in no time. Carl looked for a spot in the shade where he could park the bike. He found one under a big rock and drove over and shut off the engine. Nancy hopped off.
"Wow, this is really beautiful," she said as she looked around.
Carl walked over to her. "Yeah, it is. Have you been here before?" he asked.
"Long time ago."
"You must have a pretty good memory."
"What makes you say that?" she asked.
"It's an out of the way place to find."
"Oh, yeah, I do have a good memory for things like that," she said as she took off her slacks and sweater.
Carl laid out the towels on the sand, then undressed and put on his bathing suit.
Nancy filled out her bikini quite nicely.
The tops of her breasts bulged out over her bra. He could see her sex mound as it strained against the material of her bikini. Yeah, quite a little package, thought Carl to himself as he took her by the hand and led her towards the ocean.
"Wanna go in?" he asked. "Try and stop me."
Nancy broke away from him and ran down to the surf. She bulled her way through the breakers then started to swim in long, even strokes. Carl followed her but didn't try to keep up. He wanted to save his strength, he might need it later on, you never could tell.
The water was cool, not cold. It quickly refreshed him to the point where he really felt great. Nancy stopped and treaded water and waited for him.
"This is fantastic," he said.
"The water's almost warm."
They relaxed and floated on their backs. The swells gently rocked them and slowly carried them back towards shore.
"Any sharks?" he asked.
"That's a lovely thought."
"Never can tell."
"As far as I know there aren't. It wouldn't hurt to look around though," she said.
Carl conceded that Nancy would make a lovely meal for a shark, or anybody else for that matter. The beach was deserted as far as he could see.
Carl got tired of floating so he swam back to shore. His body appreciated the exercise. He swam fast until the water was about waist deep, then he waded the rest of the way in. He walked up to where the towels and bag were lying and reached in and put on his sunglasses. He lit a cigarette and watched Nancy as she came up to him. She wrung out her hair before she sat down.
"That really felt good," she said.
"I've been looking forward to something like this for the past two months."
"So have I."
"How big is the beach?"
"Oh, it goes for miles and miles, all along the coast."
"Is it all like this?"
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"You know, rocks, really white sand."
"Down below about ten miles there aren't any rocks. There are cliffs up in that direction," she said as she indicated the opposite direction.
"So it changes, huh?" he asked.
"Yes, that's one of the things that makes it so beautiful," answered Nancy.
"How come it's so deserted?"
"It's never crowded. Where do you think you are, back in the States?" she said as she lit a cigarette.
"Yeah, I know what you mean."
"You'll get used to it."
"To what?"
"To your new way of life."
"My new way of life? What's that?"
"Relaxing Carl, not caring, letting the world turn and turning with it," she said.
"Ahh, sounds great," he said as he put the lit end of his butt into the sand and laid down on his back.
"I thought you'd like it."
"Right up old Carl's alley," he said.
Nancy leaned over and stroked his chest gently. Carl let the sun beat down on his chest and thighs. His body was sufficiently brown by now so that he was past the point where he would have to worry about sunburning himself into a crisp.
He rolled over onto his stomach and he vaguely felt like a pig roasting on a spit. That was okay too he guessed. What the hell. Nancy lay beside him. The only sound they heard was the sound of their own breathing which occasionally was drowned out by the wind as it whistled among the rocks and by the surf as it crashed up onto the shore. It was quite peaceful and Carl found his head was finally clearing itself of all the bad thoughts he had accumulated over the past months. It was relaxing and refreshing all of him. The only thing he regretted was not bringing something along to drink, like a soda or some water. He could wait though and he knew what to do the next time they came.
He propped himself up on his elbows. Nancy was lying on her stomach. She had untied the top of her strap. Carl started to caress her back. Nancy smiled.
"Ummm, that feels good," she purred.
Beads of perspiration dotted Carl's forehead. It must have been hotter than he thought it was.
He leaned over and kissed her back a couple of times tasting the saltiness of her. Then he gently rolled her over. Her pinkish nipples pointed up at him. He rubbed one of her breasts while he sucked on the other one. He ran the tip of his tongue around in a slow circle while he dug his fingers into her other breast.
Nancy started to pant softly as Carl sucked on her erected and excited nipple. Then he chewed on it as hard as he dared to and made her moan in anticipation.
Carl's hand moved off her breast and stole down her hard, flat stomach and slipped in under the bottom half of her bikini. Her sex mound was wet and yielding. Nancy reached down and untied her panties and silently offered herself to him.
Carl sucked on her other nipple which was also erected. Nancy caressed his flanks and loins. Carl's prick got hard and tried to escape his suit as he stuck his middle finger slowly up into her cunt.
Nancy moaned and spread her legs and tried to impale herself on his finger. He poked and probed around before he started to finger-fuck her slowly.
Nancy began to rub his crotch. She fumbled with his suit.
"Stand up," she panted.
Carl took his finger out of her cunt and stood up. Nancy pulled his suit down. Carl stepped out of it, then laid down beside her again. Nancy wrapped her arms around his neck and drew his lips down onto hers. Her tongue shot into his mouth. Her tongue swirled around his as she stroked his prick into a full erection.
Their bodies pressed into one another. Carl's prick slid between her legs and rubbed her hairy sex mound. Nancy thrilled deeply as she grabbed his buttocks and ground her cunt hard against his body.
Carl broke away and put his face between her legs. He ran the tip of his tongue slowly up and down just inside her cunt crack. Above him he could hear Nancy moan loudly as he rammed his tongue into her and poked and probed it around. Nancy gasped and bucked her cunt up into his face. Carl mashed his lips and teeth against her sensitive flesh and didn't care if her hurt her or not. Nancy's body was filled with delicious pleasure-pain. Her body tensed as she prepared herself for an orgasm.
Carl prepared himself too as he felt Nancy begin to tremble. She grunted loudly. Carl rammed his tongue in and out of her as fast and as hard as he could. He held her by her buttocks; his fingers dug into the rounded flesh.
"Oh, oh, Carl, Carl," she gasped.
Hot come oozed out of the innermost recesses of her cunt and streamed down the entire length of her canal until it finally hit Carl's lips and tongue. He lapped and sucked as hard as he could. He swallowed hungrily and ground his face around on her hairy cunt as she bucked and writhed around. Her stomach muscles were rigid. Her hands dug into the hot sand. Carl found her love button and sucked on it. Nancy fought for her breath as she continued to come in a steady, sticky, white stream.
Carl swallowed as much of it as he could. His lips and cheeks were streaked and stained from where some of it had escaped him. He took his face away. Come continued to trickle out of her cunt and run down between the cheeks of her ass.
Carl laid down on his back. His chest heaved. Nancy propped herself up on one elbow and leaned over him. The wet, loose ends of her hair teased wherever they touched his thighs. Her hands fondled his testicles gently as she lowered her head down onto the bulging head of his prick.
Her tongue licked and bathed the head as she rubbed his balls. Then she opened her mouth and slipped his prick into her moist, warm cavern. Her lips squeezed the thickness of his shaft. Nancy began to bob her head up and down on his prick. She went all the way down until her lips were touching his pubic hairs. She breathed heavily through nostrils that were distended by the thickness and length of Carl's rod.
She picked up her speed. She twisted her head around as her tongue lapped and licked at his shaft. Carl pumped upwards and gave her as much as he could. He reached down and cupped her breasts and squeezed the nipples hard. Nancy's body filled with secret thrills as she sucked on him.
Carl didn't want to come in her mouth, he wanted to save it for her cunt so he took her head gently in his hands and lilted it off his cock which was glistening and shining from her wet, warm saliva.
Nancy licked her lips and excited at the taste of his flesh. She smiled as she rolled over onto her back. Her ripe, full breasts lolled on her chest and she spread her legs and prepared to receive him into her body. He climbed over her.
Nancy took Carl's prick and guided it to the entrance to her cunt. She raised her legs high in the air. Her breath came in short little gasps. The sun beat down on their bodies and they both began to sweat.
Carl pushed himself in and didn't stop until his pubic hairs were grinding against hers. Then he began to friction her in long slow, even strokes. Nancy caressed his thighs as she became more and more excited. Carl picked up speed and slapped himself in and out of her cunt. Nancy gasped for her breath.
Her stomach muscles went rigid and she started to come. She gritted her teeth as hot juices flowed out of her cunt and bathed his prick in white creaminess. She bucked her cunt up to meet his incoming cock. Carl pumped away with her. Her raised himself up on his hands so he could achieve maximum penetration. Nancy flung her head from side to side as she felt like the come was being wrenched right out of her seething body.
Carl kept it up. He hammered his prick into her writhing body with reckless abandon. He dug his toes into the sand and tried to put all of his weight behind each and every thrust. Nancy felt like she was being split in two. Her cunt burned. At the same time it quivered and pulsated madly. She fought for her breath and sucked in lungfuls of air as fast as she could.
Her fingernails dug into his shoulders and upper arms as she felt her passion and excitement elevating her. Carl leaned down and sucked hard on one of her nipples. He chewed on it. Nancy whimpered as she arched her chest upward. Carl opened his mouth wide and took as much of her tender breast flesh into his mouth as he could while he continued to slap himself in and out of her.
The breakers crashed up on the white sands as Carl and Nancy ground their bodies together. She wrapped her legs around his waist and hung on. Carl kept up his speed. He felt as if he could go on forever. He knew he couldn't but it was nice to think about nevertheless.
Nancy reached around and managed to cup his testicles. Her hands were hot and Carl's balls excited immediately. She fondled them and caressed them. He felt them rise and tighten in their protective sac as he gave her everything he had.
Then for a couple of blinding seconds they went numb. Then she began to squirt his precious liquids up into her writhing body. Nancy was almost beside herself as she felt his burning come hit first and then begin to bathe out the uppermost parts of her pulsating cunt. His testicles emptied themselves once and then he salvoed into her again. Her cunt filled up with his hot come. It overflowed and some of it began to trickle out and run down the crack in her ass.
His balls emptied themselves for good and he quickly slowed down his pace until he finally came to a complete halt. Nancy lowered her legs to a more comfortable position. Carl waited until he had caught his breath. Then he pulled his shrinking cock out of her still throbbing body. He laid down on his back and held Nancy in his arms. She pressed herself against him. Her nipples were still hard and erected and she still panted heavily.
Carl lit a butt and dragged deeply.
"Want one?" he asked.
"Okay."
He lit one and handed it to her.
"That was so good sweetheart," she said.
"It's always good with you," said Carl. And he meant it too.
"Do you think it will always be this good?"
"It'll get better."
"That's impossible," she said.
"You'll see."
"If you want to know the truth I can't wait."
"What about those houses?" he asked. "Let's buy a paper when we get back and look, that would be the best way," she answered.
"Okay, wanna keep the bike?"
"Might as well, what do you think?"
"It's cheap enough, why not?"
"That's great, we can have a lot of fun."
"We'd have fun even without the bike," he said.
"I know but it makes it nicer."
"You're right," he said as he stubbed out his butt in the sand and stood up.
"I'm gonna go in again," he said.
"I'll be there in a minute."
"Okay, I'll be waiting kitten."
Carl walked down to and into the ocean. The water swirled around his body. Then he started to swim out.
"Hey, wait for me," called Nancy.
She ran down. Carl could see her breasts bouncing all over her chest. They really looked good too.
She dove in and caught up with him.
"Hi," she said.
Carl answered by reaching under the water and rubbing her cunt.
"We've got to do it in the water sometime. It's really good that way," she said as she pressed her cunt into his hand as much as she could.
"It's a deal," said Carl as he took his hand off her and swam away.
He really felt good as he swam around. It was good to be naked in the ocean. The sun was slowly beginning to go down but the water was still warm. Carl knew that he would come back to this place. It was just what he had in mind when he told Danny that he just wanted to lay out on a beach somewhere. Yeah, it was really beautiful until he saw the fin.
CHAPTER FOUR
TROUBLE KNOCKS
It was a dorsal fin and it knifed through the water swiftly. It was maybe five hundred yards out. Figures flew around inside Carl's brain. He estimated that they were about fifty to seventy five yards from the shore. He knew a little about sharks so he didn't panic, but if any blood was coming out of Nancy's cunt for any reason...
"Nancy, head for shore, swim fast!" he shouted.
She stopped swimming. "What is it?" she called. She was about ten yards away from him. "Shark! Let's go!"
Nancy turned her head. Then she saw it too. It was closing the distance between them. Carl lit out and swam with powerful strokes. He could feel the adrenalin flow through his body. He kicked tike hell and he didn't bother looking around either until he was in water up to his waist.
Then he stood up and looked around. The shark was getting pretty close to Nancy. She was swimming as fast as she could, Carl could see that. If he had a mind to, Carl figured that old shark could close the distance in a couple of seconds. He didn't want to think about it.
Nancy turned her head and saw the fin coming towards her. By then she was in water shallow enough so she could wade. She thrashed through the water. Carl was waiting on the beach. The shark made a couple of passes as Nancy ran onto the beach. Then he probably found something better to do because he swam away.
They were both panting.
"No sharks huh?" he said.
"I've never seen one here before."
They caught their breath and watched as the dorsal fin quickly disappeared from their view.
"How close was he to me?" she asked
"Twenty yards maybe."
"Christ."
"It's a good thing you weren't having your period. All he would have had to do was to smell that blood and you would have had it," said Carl as they walked up towards their towels.
"I never thought of that."
"Well, it's a good thing to remember. I think he was just sniffin' around. He could have gotten you if he wanted to."
"You really think so?"
"He's a slightly better swimmer than you or I am Nancy. They're nothing to mess around with. One or two bites and that would have been it," he said.
"Christ! We'll have to be careful from now on.
"They usually won't bother you unless there's blood around, then they go nuts when they smell it. Well, a little excitement never hurt anybody," he said as he lit a cigarette to calm his nerves.
"That kind of excitement I don't appreciate."
"Neither do I."
Carl dried himself off and put on his clothes. Nancy wrung out her bikini and wrapped it in a towel, then she dressed also. Carl sat down and rested his back against a rock and smoked his butt.
"It must be nice here at night."
"It is," she said.
"We'll have to come then."
"Yes, definitely," she said as she sat down beside him.
Then she began to shake all over. Carl put his arm around her and held her.
"It's all right, Nancy."
"I know, I was just thinking about all those teeth."
Tears formed in her eyes.
"I know, kitten, it was close but it's all over now. Don't even think about it. Come on, we've still got to get up that hill, you know," he said.
Carl stood up and helped Nancy to her feet. She dried her tears.
"I'm sorry I'm such a baby," she said.
"You're not a baby kitten, you just got a bad scare, that's all," said Carl.
He led her back to where the motor bike was parked. He kicked it over and the engine caught. He got on and then Nancy hopped on.
"Hang on tight," he said.
"Just drive, don't worry about me."
He gunned it up the road. It was an okay bike, maybe a little underpowered but that was all right. Carl was no speed demon. It was a pretty wild ride up the hill. The rear wheel kept on sliding out. Nancy stayed with him. Carl was a better driver than he thought he was and by the time he got to the top of the hill and turned onto the main road he was thinking about getting a bigger and more powerful bike. He drove quickly back into Barcelona.
He stopped by the place where they had rented the bike from and Carl made arrangements with the guy to keep the bike for a week or more. The guy gave him a special rate. Carl didn't even care because the amount of money they were talking about was so small to begin with.
A guy that worked for the hotel took the bike and parked it for them when they got back. Carl and Nancy went up to the room.
"Hungry?" she asked as she closed the door. Carl sat down in the chair and thought for a minute.
"Yeah. I want to take a shower and wash this salt water off before we go though."
"Okay. I'll see if I can do something about my hair."
Carl got up and went into the bathroom. The salt had dried and was sticking to his body and it made him feel uncomfortable. The water was good and hot and when he stepped out he felt much better. Nancy had a towel wrapped around her head and was lying on the bed, smoking a cigarette. Her bikini was draped over the back of the chair, drying.
"Hair dry?"
"Almost. Feel better?" she asked
"Yeah. How's the appetite?"
"It's there."
"Good. How soon?"
"Ten minutes?"
"Fine."
Carl had the towel wrapped around his waist. He got his scotch and made himself a drink.
"Want one?"
"I could use a drink."
He fixed her one and gave it to her. She took a long pull.
"That was for that shark," she said.
"You would have been the best lunch he ever would have gotten," said Carl.
"I've got better things to do with my body."
"So have I."
Nancy felt her hair. "Okay, we can go whenever you're ready," she said, "it's dry enough now."
"Okay. I'll get dressed."
Carl put on some very casual clothes and finished his drink. Nancy killed hers and they went out. There was a cool breeze that hit them when they got to the street.
"Where to?"
"What kind of food do you feel like eating?"
"How about Spanish?" he asked laughingly.
"Okay, I know another place we can go."
"Lead the way killer."
She did and Carl followed. The place she took him to was a little bigger and a little more expensive than the place they were at the other night but it was still good. Carl liked the atmosphere very much.
"I don't know how you do it," he said.
The waiter interrupted briefly to serve them their dinner. Then he disappeared.
"What's that?"
"Find these fantastic places to eat," he said.
"Oh, well, I've been here before you know."
"Who were you with?"
"A various assortment of men."
"That's an honest enough answer," said Carl as he stuffed a forkful of shrimp into his mouth.
"Would you rather I lied?"
"No, it just surprised me that's all."
"Why?"
"Maybe I was expecting something else in the way of an answer," said Carl.
"Well, now you know."
"I guess I do. Actually I prefer it that way."
"What way?"
"The honest way."
"It's best, really it is," she said.
Then they concentrated on eating. Talk would come later. Right now Carl had a hungry stomach that needed satisfying and he did his best. By the time he pushed his plate away from him he really felt stuffed.
"Better?" she asked.
"I'm stuffed."
The waiter cleared away the dishes and they ordered coffee.
"So am I. But it feels good doesn't it?"
"It's very nice, Nancy, yes."
Then the coffee came and they drank it slowly and just sort of enjoyed each other's company-in silence as it were. Carl paid the check and then they left.
"Feel like doing anything tonight?" asked Carl as they walked slowly along.
"I'm sort of beat myself. Why don't you run around if you feel like it."
"Naw, the swimming took it right out of me."
"It's the fresh air. Maybe you're not used to it."
"Well, I have been working at night so during the day I'm used to sleeping."
"You'll adjust to it," she said.
"I know, it's just that in the meantime I feel a little disoriented, that's all."
"That's natural."
The streets were crowded. It was a big town thought Carl as he looked forward to hitting the sack once they got back to the hotel. It had been a good day. The business with the shark could have been nasty but it just turned out to be a nasty scare instead. For the most part he was oblivious to the throngs of people on the street. In a way it was like being back home. Nancy was apparently content just to play very hard during the day and then get a good night's sleep. That was fine with Carl. The only night life he liked was the kind that got him into houses or apartments or safes. He didn't like to gamble or go to the nightclubs, no, he was too smart for those kinds of things. Yes, basically a quiet little guy who liked good, clean fun. Well, sometimes.
They had a leisurely walk back to their hotel. Carl was looking forward to having a couple of drinks and then fucking Nancy. That was all he wanted.
She saw him in the lobby.
He was an ordinary looking guy and were it not for the fact that Carl reacted to something in him, he probably would have gone unnoticed. Carl let it ride till they got to their room.
"Who was he?" he asked. "Who?"
"The guy in the lobby."
"You spotted him, huh?"
"Yeah, I also spotted the way you looked at him. Come on, who is he?"
"He used to run around with my ex-partner."
Carl could probably have filled in the rest but he wanted to hear it from her.
"So what's the connection?" he asked.
"I don't know. I'd better go see him," she
"Why ask for trouble?"
"Because it'll be easier than if he comes here."
It made sense. "Don't see him unless he's staying at the hotel. I don't want you wandering around by yourself."
"If I need help, will you...?"
"Sure, sure. Be back in an hour. If not, I'll come looking for you. What's his name?"
"Davis. Paul Davis."
"American?"
"Yes," she said as she started to walk towards the door. "It'll be all right, Carl."
"Okay, I believe you until I see different."
She left and Carl made himself a drink and settled down. Then he remembered something. He took his gun out of his briefcase and put it back together and loaded it. It was a .38. A small gun but it could do damage if you knew how to put the bullets in the right places. Carl knew.
Nancy went down to the desk.
"What room is Paul Davis in?" she asked.
The clerk checked. "805."
"Thank you."
Nancy took the elevator to the eighth floor and a couple of seconds later was knocking on his door. He opened it and stepped aside so she could come in.
"I thought I recognized you," she said.
"How have you been?" he asked.
"All right. How's Charlie?"
"He's not very happy these days."
"Why? Or shouldn't I ask?"
"Jail doesn't agree with him. Neither do people who run out on him," said Paul.
"It was all over when I left. What did he want me to do, go to jail with him and hold his hand?"
"Personally I don't blame you, it was his own fault."
"I'm glad you agree with me," said Nancy.
"Unfortunately for you that doesn't change things," he said.
"I've sent the dough back to the States, you can forget about that," lied Nancy.
"Yeah, Charlie told me you might do something like that. Who's the guy?"
"Somebody I'm traveling with. Look, what do you want? I'd just as soon not get unpleasant," said Nancy.
"I don't want anything, it's Charlie. He's a pal, you can understand that. I've got an obligation.
"Get it over with."
A smile formed on Paul's lips. "I think you know what satisfies me," he said.
Nancy's fingers slowly unbuttoned her sweater. She took it off and dropped it onto a chair. Then she kicked her sandals off and took off her slacks. Her hands undid her bra. She hunched her shoulders forward and straps slid down her arms. Then she slid her panties down and off. She stood naked in front of him. Her breasts jutted out and towards him. She rested her hands on her hips.
"Will I do?" she asked.
"Very nicely. You're getting off cheap whether you realize it or not."
"I'm sure."
"Okay, brace yourself against the back of the chair."
Nancy leaned over and rested her hands on the back of the chair. Her breasts swung free from her body. She waited until she heard him undressing behind her. Then his hands were on her.
He rubbed her buttocks until he found what he was looking for. He sank a finger deep into her ass-hole. Nancy grunted as Paul started to ream her out. She spread her legs as her cunt started to lubricate.
Paul buried his finger up to his knuckles in her ass-hole. Nancy's flesh burned and filled her with pleasure-pain. Paul took his finger out of her ass-hole and rubbed her cunt. Then he ran the tip of his finger up and down just inside the slit. Satisfied that she was ready he took his cock in his hands and ran the head slowly up and down the slit. Nancy's flesh tensed as she prepared herself. Then he rammed home.
Her cunt flesh screamed in agony as he ripped into her. He held her by her hips as he jabbed himself in and out of her. Nancy started to squirm around. The pain turned to deep and exciting pleasure and she began to buck her cunt back to meet his incoming prick. Paul laughed.
Then he took his middle finger and pressed it against her ass-hole as he continued to fuck her. Nancy's nipples erected and thrilled as he slowly pushed in and filled her ass-hole up with his finger while he continued to fill up her cunt with his cock. He drove himself into her hard and fast. He took his other hand and reached around so he could knead her breast flesh between his strong, stubby fingers.
Nancy moaned and panted heavily. She hung her head low as he continued to double fuck her good and fast. He slapped his hairy pelvis against her soft buttocks after he took his finger out of her ass-hole. He grabbed her by the hips so he could have better control over her writhing body. Nancy gritted her teeth together as excitement and pleasure mounted in her body. Her breasts throbbed out and sent waves of thrills to every part of her body. His cock slashed in and out of her dripping cunt. Nancy fought for her breath as she felt herself about to come.
Her cunt felt like it was exploding as she came. Her hot juices poured out of her cunt and bathed his prick. Some of it began to dribble out and drop onto the floor.
Then Paul took his prick out of her cunt. Nancy knew what he was going to do next. He spread her buttocks with his hands and revealed the tiny circle of ass-hole flesh. He placed the bulging head of his prick against it and slowly pushed in. Nancy gyrated backwards in an effort to make it easier for herself. His prick slowly disappeared up into her body. Paul didn't stop until his pubic hairs were grinding against her buttocks. Then he started to friction her. He slapped himself in and out of her ass-hole as fast as he could. Nancy grunted as the pleasure began to ebb out of her body and be replaced by disgust.
His prick slashed in and out of her. Nancy stood there and took it and hoped he wouldn't be too long about it. He kept up his fast pace for a long time. He ripped into her and didn't care if he hurt her or not. He tried to split her in two. He wasn't the first either and he certainly wasn't the last guy to try it.
Then his balls went numb and he squirted up into her. His hot come filled her ass-hole. He stopped fucking her and pulled himself out and stood back. His prick shrank to uselessness quickly.
Nancy stood up and turned around. Her cunt had stopped quivering. It must have been a freak orgasm she had because she wasn't excited at all. Her nipples were flat on her breasts and she was very calm.
"Satisfied?" she asked.
"Yeah and Charlie will be too when I tell him how much you enjoyed it."
"Give him my best. How long is he in for?"
"Couple of years. He'll come looking for you when he gets out," said Paul.
"He'll be an old man by then. Just out of curiosity, how did you find me here?"
"Charlie said you might head for Spain. It was just luck."
"He really must be pissed off."
"He'd kill you if he ever got the chance," said Paul as he put on his clothes.
"He'll never get it. That goes for me too. You can tell him that if you ever see him again," she said as she dressed.
"Okay, I will."
"Incidentally, keep out of my way from now on. The score's been settled as far as I'm concerned."
"I find enough trouble without having to look for it," said Paul.
"I'll give you enough to last you a lifetime."
"Get out bitch."
Nancy laughed and left. She went directly up to the room.
"What happened?" asked Carl.
"I had to fuck him, it wasn't bad."
"That all he wanted?"
"Yes, it was a cheap toss but it settled the score."
"You got off lucky," said Carl. "I know."
"Have a drink. Make you feel better," said
Carl.
Nancy made one for herself and took a big pull out of it.
"Better?" asked Carl.
"Yes. I told him if he bothered me again while he was here there'd be a lot of trouble."
"There would be. What'd he say."
"He'll be cool."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, oddly enough," said Nancy as she took off her clothes and slipped into a robe. Then she settled down onto the bed. "Ahhh, it's been a long day," she said.
"Sure has. I'm beat myself," said Carl as he made himself another drink. "Did you get any message from your ex-partner at all?"
"Only that he's going to try and kill me when he gets out of jail," replied Nancy.
"Oh is that all? When's he due out?"
"Couple of years."
"I wouldn't worry about it then."
"I'm not."
Carl yawned. He was glad that Nancy had managed to settle her own beef. If he had actually been called upon to intervene he couldn't honestly say what he would have done. Probably, he would have walked away from it. Guns only got you into trouble, except under very exceptional circumstances. In fact, Carl sometimes wondered why he even bothered in carrying one in the first place. He couldn't deny that they did have a certain place in his line of business but he made up his mind that night that as long as he was in sort of a temporary retirement, that he would stash it somewhere, if only to keep himself honest.
However, the idea that anyone, even if they were in jail a thousand miles away, would want to kill the woman he was living with filled Carl with sort of a dreadful premonition. Accidents did happen and he knew it. It wasn't anything that he hadn't suspected about Nancy before. He wasn't surprised. It was just one of those things, that's all.
He tossed down the rest of his drink and stood up and stretched.
"Tired honey?" asked Nancy.
"Yeah. I want to get up early and go to the beach. Shit, I forgot to get a paper."
"We'll get it tomorrow."
"Yeah, let's bring some food and something to drink to the beach tomorrow, okay?"
"That's a good idea, I got a little hungry this afternoon," said Nancy as she stretched her long frame out full length.
"So did I," said Carl.
He took off the robe and crawled in beside her.
"God, this bed feels good," he said. "It always does after you've had a long day."
"Yeah, a long day in the sun. That's just what I'm looking for," said Carl. "You've found it honey."
"Yup, guess I have."
Carl closed his eyes. He wondered how long it was going to last for. You never could tell. He'd have to play it real cagey. That was okay though, he was used to that. Then his thoughts turned briefly to Danny. He wondered what he was doing, how he was liking it. He had the feeling that Danny was capable of setting himself up for a really big fall. He was probably right. Carl would never hear about it, maybe nobody except those people directly involved would. Sometimes it happened that way. Death came cheap sometimes, cheap and easy. Sure. Carl had seen it happen too often not to be more than aware of its existence. No, he began to anticipate it.
So far he hadn't anticipated anything with Nancy. It was funny too because she was the kind of girl that carried trouble with her wherever she went. You could smell it almost. Yeah, it was her all right, and Carl wondered what in hell he was doing fooling around with her. But he knew. If he ever got caught it would only be because he was too smart, because he was vain enough to think he could beat it and you never can really. Carl knew that and he still continued to play the game. Maybe that's what life was to him, maybe that's the way he enjoyed it the most. That was okay though. The rewards, the satisfaction was there. There isn't much else really.
Nancy got up off the bed and made herself another drink. She appeared to be restless. Carl could figure out why. Except that she probably didn't realize how lucky she was just to get off with having to fuck this guy. For her it was probably easy. Nancy continued to prowl around the small room. Yeah, the house would be a good idea. Carl needed room, he wasn't used to having someone around all the time, it made him edgy after a while.
"What's the matter Nancy?" he asked.
"Nothing, I'm just not tired."
"We should have gone out somewhere. Any place in particular you like?"
"No, not really. There are some really nice restaurants. If you like to gamble I can take you to a few clubs. There's not that much happening here."
"It's big but it's a child huh."
"Yeah, that's what this town is like."
"Wanna go somewhere else."
"Where to?"
"I don't know, name a place," he said.
"I've been traveling a lot lately, I'd just as soon settle in one spot for a while," she said.
"Yeah, me too. I just thought you were bored."
"I'm not, really."
"Okay," said Carl as he rolled back onto his side. He hoped he would be able to get to sleep.
He did and when he awoke the next morning he felt reborn. Maybe it was just the accumulation of fun and sun and Nancy's cunt. But whatever it was really didn't matter. The important thing was that he felt like a new man. All of a sudden there was joy in living. Carl realized that he had a tendency to see the seamier side of life and that it wasn't the healthiest thing in the world for him.
He went in and grabbed a quick shower. He went from hot to cold and he stood under the icy jets of water for as long as he could. When he finally stepped out of the bathroom and wrapped his robe around himself his whole body was tingling. He leaned over Nancy's sleeping body and gently kissed her. She didn't stir.
Then he knelt at the foot of the bed and crept up between her legs. Even in her sleep she unconsciously spread her legs a little. He stuck out his tongue as far as it would go and ran the tip up and down just inside Nancy's cunt crack.
She stirred and moaned in her sleep. Carl put his hands on her thighs and gently spread her legs so he could press his lips against her hairy mound. He shot his tongue up into her. He poked and probed around. He found her love button and swirled his tongue around and around the ultra-sensitive little organ.
Nancy's eyes fluttered open as sensation, mostly pleasure and excitement and surprise flooded all over her body.
"Carl, what are ... oh, oh," she moaned.
She closed her eyes again as Carl pressed his lips and teeth against her hairy cunt. His prick began to erect between his legs Carl's slippery tongue slithered in and out of her cunt. Nancy panted and moved her pelvis around a little bit. Carl sucked well on her. He twisted his face around on her cunt as he shot his tongue into her as far as it would go. Nancy whimpered as her stomach muscles went hard. Then she started her orgasm.
It was a gentle thing. Sweet come oozed out of the innermost recesses of her cunt and ran down and into Carl's waiting mouth. He lapped it all in and swallowed hard. Nancy's hands made little fists as she came. Her moanings were low and deep sounding, like an animal.
Then it was over. Nancy stopped coming. Carl took his face away from her cunt and wiped his lips off on the sheets. Then he looked at her. She was smiling, a bewildered smile. It was sort of cockeyed like she didn't know what just happened to her.
"Good morning," said Carl as he stood up and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Do you always do that?"
"Very rarely. You're one of the privileged few."
"I believe it." She stretched her long frame out to its fullest. "God, that was good, such a great way to wake up," she said as she smiled up at him.
"Or go to sleep," said Carl.
"Anytime as far as I'm concerned."
"Yeeeees," said Nancy.
"Get enough sleep, I sort of dropped off."
"I was up for a while. I was thinking about Charlie."
"Who's Charlie?"
"My ex-partner."
"Oh," said Carl as he got up and found his cigarettes. He lit one and sat down in the chair.
"I'm worried about him."
"Why, for God's sake?"
"You don't know him, he might do anything," she said.
"Yeah, like break out of jail and come looking for you," said Carl.
"Exactly,"
"Well, I think you're getting upset over nothing. How could he ever find you."
"His pal will tell him."
"You said he won't be out for a couple of years."
"That's really only what Paul said. Charlie's smart," she said as she got off the bed and llt a cigarette.
"Not smart enough to keep himself out of jail."
"He makes up for it," she said as she began to pace around the room.
"Look you're making a mountain out of a mole hill, now stop it," said Carl.
Nancy stopped her pacing. "You're right. My nerves get to me every now and then."
"That's okay. Come on, get dressed and we'll eat and go down to the beach."
Nancy perked up. "Okay, I won't be long."
"There's no rush," said Carl.
Nancy did everything she had to do and then she got dressed. The levis she wore were old and worn and looked as if they were painted on her. They went downstairs and grabbed a quick breakfast, then they went back up to the room and stuffed the towels and bathing suits into Nancy's straw bag and they were off.
"I want to get some wine and something to eat," said Carl as they hit the street.
"Okay, we'll pass some places on the way."
Then they heard the sound of their motor bike as the guy who worked for the hotel brought it out for them. Carl gave him a couple of pesetas and then they drove away.
Nancy directed him through downtown traffic. Carl didn't exactly appreciate it. The local drivers who were on motor bikes snaked and weaved their way in and out of traffic. Carl took his time and he regretted not having a helmet on. His courage picked up a little as he got used to the noise and crowds so that by the time they were almost out of the city he was weaving with the best of them. It was a lot of fun.
"We can stop over there," said Nancy indicating a row of little shops and stores.
Carl cut a car off to get to the sidewalk. He parked the bike.
"What do you want?"
"A bottle of wine, some bread, cheese maybe some meat, get whatever you want. I'll wait here.
"I need some money."
Carl reached into his pocket and handed her some bills. "That enough?" he asked.
"Sure," she said as she went into a store.
Carl lit a cigarette and shut off the engine. It was a fine day, not too hot but just hot enough to make you want to go for a swim. Maybe tonight they would go out and see a little of the town. Carl was perfectly content just to do what he had been doing ever since they got here but Nancy was another thing. Carl knew she liked her action and it would only be a matter of time before she got bored. Then was when the shit would hit the fan and Carl wanted to avoid it if he possibly could.
"Get everything?" he asked when she walked up to him.
"Yup."
Nancy stuffed the package into her bag and then she climbed on the back of the bike.
Carl headed out of town. While it was true that Barcelona was a large hustling city it was also true that as soon as you got outside the so-called city limits you were virtually in the country. That was part of its charm. Nancy directed him along a different road. The streets in the city were generally pretty good. They were remarkably free of pot holes and other hazards but once you got out into the country you could expect anything. There was a lot of farming done and one of the main hazards that you could expect to encounter was when you were sailing along at maybe fifty miles an hour and all of a sudden a horse drawn hay wagon would pull out of a side road ahead of you. The roads being only two lane, there wasn't much room to get away. Carl wondered how many people did themselves in that way. It was no big thing and he was very happy as he cruised along.
The land, geographically speaking, sort of led one to the sea in that it sloped down until you hit the cliffs of the Costa Brava. There the land was rugged and unpredictable. Its geography changed without warning.
CHAPTER FIVE
PEACE AND PIECE
Carl drove along for maybe forty minutes until he spied a dirt road. He pulled up and stopped.
"Where will that take us?" he asked.
"Probably to the cliffs or near them."
Carl went down the road. There were no people around, only a road that cut through big and empty fields. Carl saw something growing in them but he couldn't tell what it was. The wind was gentle and warm. A ride of fifteen minutes took them to a spot where the road apparently began to loop back in a large circle. Carl stopped the bike.
"Okay, we hoof it from here," he said.
Nancy got off and together they walked down towards the beach. There was a narrow path, probably a goat track, that led to the white beaches below. The cliffs were large and rugged. Jagged rocks jutted out in no apparent form or order. Some of them looked like they might come down at any minute. The surf was a little rougher here than it was at the other place they had been at. It was a nice strenuous walk down but once they got to the bottom they both realized it had been worth it.
Carl looked around for a good spot to settle and finally chose a place that was partially in shadow from a large overhanging rock. Ah, the best of two worlds he thought to himself as Nancy handed him the towels which he spread out on the sand. Then she took the wine bottle and dug a small hole in the sand in the shade.
"It'll keep cool longer this way," she explained.
"Makes sense," said Carl as he looked around.
Above them were the cliffs, in front of them the ocean and beach and to either side the beach stretched as far as the eye could see. It was a clear day and visibility was good. The wind was a little stiffer down on the beach but that figured. Nancy took off her clothes. Her body was beginning to get brown. Already Carl could see the clearly defined outline of her bikini. Her buttocks and breasts were still pretty white but the rest of her was a copper colored brown. She took a nice tan.
She sat down on one of the towels. Carl changed into his suit and sat down beside her.
"That was such a beautiful thing you did this morning," she said as she put her head on his shoulder.
"I'm glad you liked it."
"Ummm, I loved it."
He rolled her onto her back and leaned over her. The sand was hot. He pressed his lips against hers. Nancy slithered her tongue into his mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders. She twisted her face around on his as she pressed her breasts into his chest. Carl could feel the nipples pressing into him. He rubbed her stomach. Nancy began to pant a little. Carl could feel his cock as it began to stir in his crotch.
Nancy tried to mold her body into his as they kissed. She was big but maneuverable. It seemed that she anticipated Carl's desires and was there waiting for him. It was almost psychic.
Carl broke away from her. Things were getting a little too hot for his comfort. He was beginning to equate Nancy with instant sex-any time, any place, any way. There's a lot to be said for a girl like that he thought to himself as he reached for a cigarette.
"Do you like it here?" she asked.
"Yeah. I can't get over the fact that there aren't any people around," he said.
"There are places where most of the people go," she said.
"Yeah, but it's so nice here."
"It's also out of the way. If you don't have a car or a motor bike you have to go where the buses take you. Either that or you hitch hike."
"That makes sense," he said as he stubbed out his butt. "That water looks good. Coming in?"
"I think I'll work on my tan," she said.
"Okay, be back in a little while."
Carl took off his sunglasses and walked down to the ocean. An exploratory toe told him that the water was cool but not cold. Carl looked around for any signs of jelly fish or sharks. Nothing. But that didn't mean anything really. It was too unpleasant to think about so he waded in until the water was up to his chest. Then he started to swim out to sea. He didn't go too far. The incident yesterday was fresh in his mind and it was just the sort of freak thing that could happen again.
He swam in long, powerful strokes. The water enveloped him and held him up. It was very gentle. Then he stopped and treaded water for a while. He looked for Nancy. He finally spotted her. She looked very small among the rocks. He waved. She saw him and waved back. Then he splashed around for some time before he began to get tired. He slowly paddled into shore. When he was close he rode a breaker in and let the sea do the work. He relaxed and let the water carry him in like a beached whale or something.
He sat in the water and let it swirl around him. Then he stood up. His body felt good, real good. It was alive thanks to the exercise and the rest he had been getting. He felt like a new man and he had no desire to get back into the rat race again. Not for a while at any rate.
"How was it?" asked Nancy as he came up to her.
"Great. The water's really warm."
"Hungry?"
"Yeah, but I'll wait for a couple of minutes."
Carl laid down and let the sun dry him off. After that he got the wine bottle and opened it and took a swig. It was okay. It was definitely a cheap wine but it had a personality all of its own and Carl liked it. In the meantime Nancy was putting all of the food out onto one of the towels.
"There you go," she said.
"Wow," said Carl looking at the goodies. Meat, cheese, bread, enough to feed three men easily. "After you," he said.
Nancy took some meat and broke off a hunk of bread. Then Carl dove in and started to devour some cheese.
Fifteen minutes later he was putting one last hunk of meat into his mouth. He washed it down with a swallow of the wine.
"Had enough?"
"I'm stuffed. That was really good."
"We'll eat like kings in Spain believe me," she said.
"If this is any indication, I believe you."
Carl lit a cigarette and dragged deeply on it. It tasted good. He lay down on his back and let the sun hit his full stomach. He was upper full but it was a good feeling. Nancy cleaned everything up so she could lay down too. They didn't talk too much then. Carl was content just to lay there and let himself get baked by the sun. He stubbed out his butt in the sand and rolled over onto his stomach. He could have fallen asleep but for some reason he didn't. It was probably just as well anyway. He was very much aware of her body lying next to him. She was breathing quietly and softly. Then everything seemed to mold in with the sun. it was all he could think of.
Nancy reached over and put her hand on his stomach. She caressed it gently before she slid her hand in under the top of his bathing suit. Her fingers wrapped around his prick and gently tugged it. Carl lifted his hips up off the towel and slid his suit down and off. Then her hands were on him. She fondled his testicles as she stroked his prick into a full erection. Then she caressed his chest and swirled the tip of her tongue around his nipples.
Carl reached up and untied the top to her bikini. Nancy let him slip it off. He cupped her breasts as she continued to rub his crotch and kissed her way down his hard, flat stomach.
The tip of her tongue snaked out and tried to force its way into the tiny hole in the head of his prick. Then she ran her tongue around the ridges before she parted her bps and took him inside her mouth. She held him there and didn't do anything for a long time. Then she ran the tip of her tongue down the sensitive underside of his prick until she reached his balls. She opened her mouth and put them in.
She licked and lapped at them as she heated them up in her mouth. Her hand stroked his prick. Her fingers teased and pleased at the same time. Then she let his testicles gently fall out of her mouth.
She ran her tongue back up the length of his prick until she reached his bulging head. She opened her mouth and wrapped her bps around his shaft and slowly lowered her head down until he had completely disappeared into her cavern.
Nancy started to bob her head up and down on his cock. Her hands continued to caress and fondle his testicles. The sun beat down hard on her back as she leaned over him. Carl started to pump his prick upwards and forced it deep down her throat. He reached out and cupped her breasts and kneaded then-abundant and sensitive flesh between his fingers. The nipples excited and erected. Carl pinched them good and hard and made Nancy whimper as she twisted her head around on his prick. Her hair hung down on either side of his crotch as she sucked on him. Her head bobbed faster and faster. She closed her eyes and sucked hard on him.
Carl panted heavily as he pumped himself in and out of her. He slapped his hairy crotch against her lips. She squeezed the thickness of his shaft as hard as she dared to. Carl moaned loudly. His balls went numb and he started to squirt into her mouth.
Nancy moaned as she felt his hot come hit her mouth. She milked his testicles gently as she swallowed his hot juices pouring into her. Her tongue licked and lapped at his rod as he rammed in and out of her.
Carl's balls emptied themselves. Nancy gave him a couple of extra sucks to drain the last of the come from him. Then she took her face off his prick and brushed some hair out of her eyes. She ran the tip of her tongue across her lips and thrilled at the taste that lingered there.
Nancy laid down beside him, on her back. Carl leaned over her and ran the tip of his tongue around the circumference of one of her nipples. Then he sucked on it and nibbled gently as he rubbed her other breast at the same time. Nancy ran her fingers through his hair as she arched her chest upwards and forced her large breast into his face. Carl was almost smothered by it but he didn't really mind. He took his face off her breast and sucked on the other one. Nancy caressed his flanks and loins as he untied the bottom half of her bikini.
Carl rubbed her cunt which began to lubricate freely in anticipation of his cock. He found her clitoris and poked at it with his fingertip until it erected. Then he scratched at it with his fingernail. Nancy gritted her teeth as excitement washed over her body, hot and intense.
Then he gave her a short, fast fingerfucking. Nancy spread her legs as he took his finger out of her cunt and climbed over her. He found the entrance to her cunt and slowly pushed in. He didn't stop until then-pubic hairs were grinding together.
"Oh, it's so big," moaned Nancy.
Carl started to fuck her with long, slow, even strokes. He took his time. He wasn't going anywhere and neither was she. Nancy raised her legs so as to make it better for her. Carl leaned down and sucked on one of her breasts as he picked up his speed slightly. Nancy responded by bucking her pelvis up to meet his incoming cock. Carl took his face off of her nipple.
Nancy dug her fingernails into his back and shoulders aa she felt an orgasm coming. Her body suddenly became slave to passions, to her cunt and to his prick. A very willing slave to be sure.
Her stomach muscles went hard and then come exploded out of her cunt and ran down the full length of her canal. Carl's prick was washed and bathed in her steaming juices as he picked up his speed some more. He dug his toes into the sand and drove himself hard into her. Nancy closed her eyes and fought for her breath.
Her breasts shook on her chest as their two bodies collided violently. Carl slapped himself in and out of her throbbing and pulsating cunt. Nancy threw her head around on the towel as the excitement and tension mounted steadily in her body.
She grunted loudly as she came again. Fresh come spurted out of her cunt and washed Carl's prick. Some of it began to trickle out of her quivering cunt and run between her legs, wetting her ass.
Their bodies rocked together as Carl fucked her. His body felt strong and it was good to be inside of her. Nancy reached around so she could cup his testicles. They began to tighten up inside their protective sack. Nancy thrilled as she felt them moving around. She leaned up and rammed her tongue into his ear. Then she pressed her lips against his. Her tongue bulled its way into her mouth. She sucked on his tongue before she ran her own tongue under his upper lip.
Carl's balls went numb and then he gave it everything he had. He squirted up into her. Nancy gritted her teeth and tried to yell out as his hot come seared out her cunt. His balls paused for a minute; then he salvoed up into her again.
He filled her cunt up with his precious liquids. Nancy dug her fingernails into his arms and shoulders as she came with him. Their come mixed together inside her hot, eager body. Then Carl's testicles went slack in their protective sac and he gradually slowed his pace until he finally came to a complete halt. He wanted to let her down gently. Her breasts heaved on her chest as she gulped in air through her open mouth as fast as she could. A gentle breeze cooled them as she lowered her legs into a more comfortable position.
Then Carl pulled his shrunken prick out of her and robed over onto his back. His cock was bmp and useless between his legs. It was probably as tired as the rest of him was.
Nancy slowly calmed down. She rolled over onto her stomach and laid her bead down on Carl's shoulder. Carl stroked her back gently. Her buttocks had a fine curve to them. Yes, he might take care of some interesting business that night. He'd had it on his mind. Funny, he never did that much about it. It was just one of those things.
"How's that?" he asked
"What do you think?" she smiled at him.
"Yeah, pretty together all right."
"You're dynamite Carl, you really are."
"Flattery will get you everywhere."
"Where haven't I been yet with you?" she asked.
"Ah, that's for me to know and for you to find out."
"Will you help me?" she teased.
"It might be arranged if you're a good girl." He lit a cigarette and dragged deeply on it.
"I'm always good," she said.
Carl laughed. "Yeah, I'll bet you are."
"Don't you know?"
"Sure I know. I'm just not saying that's all."
"Being coy?"
"Sure, why not?" he asked.
"It doesn't suit you, that's why."
"Horseshit!"
"That's a lovely expression," she said as she roiled over onto her back.
"It's one of my favorites," said Carl as he stubbed out his butt in the sand.
"Look!" said Nancy suddenly as she sat bolt upright.
"What?"
"Out there, the shark."
Carl looked in the general direction that she was pointing. Sure enough there was a dorsal fin cutting through the water.
"They must like the warm water," he said.
"There must be a whole school of them out there somewhere," said Nancy as she laid back down. Her cunt hairs were matted and sticky from where the come that had dribbled out had dried. Her nipples were flat on her breasts again. Her breasts moved slightly on her chest as she made herself comfortable. It was going to be hard to give her up, thought Carl to himself. But somehow it seemed inevitable that eventually they would have to part company. It was too casual of a thing for it to last. He didn't know what Nancy though about it. He could imagine. She probably figured that it was going to go on forever. Just lying in the sun and fucking. Yeah. Fantasy come true. Sure. For the next million years. And some guy rotting in a jail in north Africa thinking about probably only one thing: the lovely sound the bullets would make as he pumped them into Nancy's lovely flesh. Sure. And Carl would be there for the show. Maybe he'd catch a little lead himself, just for laughs. It was something to do anyway. Yeah, web he could see the end-her end, not his. It was too bad really. It was a lovely piece of equipment that he'd have to give up. Well, he'd see how it worked out but he liked to keep on top of things no matter what happened. It was healthier that way.
"I'm going to go in," said Nancy as she stood up.
"Be careful."
"I will."
"I'll come down with you and keep a watch, you never can tell," said Carl. "Okay, come on then."
"Yes, ma'am."
Carl followed her down to the beach and watched as Nancy waded in. Her ass had an unbelievable wiggle to it. Her hips were nicely rounded. They had a definite shape to them that was helped by her narrow waist. Then she dove under the water and disappeared for a couple of seconds. Carl didn't see anything that looked like a fin, nevertheless he kept a sharp eye on the waves. They could come out of nowhere; that he knew.
"You'd better keep close to shore," he called.
Nancy waved. "Okay."
Carl looked up and down the beach. Not a soul. Yeah, it was an okay place all right. Then he looked up in the sky. A few cumulus clouds floated lazily by but otherwise the sky was blue and clear. He wondered if it ever rained in Spain. It must, he thought.
Yeah, she was a gutsy girl to go into the water when there was a shark cruising around somewhere out there. What if it swam underwater and you couldn't see the fin? One or two chomps and that would be it. Nancy would be in three pieces, just like that. She was more than a little nuts all right. Carl was glad when he saw her finally start to swim towards shore. Then she waded in. For a brief moment her breasts were floating on the water. The nipples were all pink and erect, probably because of the water. It was a lovely sight.
She walked up to where he was standing. Her cunt hairs were dripping. Droplets hung briefly, then dropped down onto the sand. She wrung out her hair.
"Feel better?" he asked.
"It's beautiful. We ought to come here at night."
"Yeah." Carl got some interesting ideas. "It's a good place for holdups though." Carl looked around. "Yeah. Maybe too good."
"There are other places though we can go."
"Okay, we'll do it."
"It's a date," she said as she walked up to where the towels were. She sat down and dried herself off. Then she uncorked the wine bottle and took a couple of swigs. She lit a cigarette.
Carl walked up to her and put on his bathing suit. He reached in his pants pocket and took out his watch.
"What time is it?" asked Nancy.
"Almost four. Getting tired?"
"A little. I'm not used to this exercise."
"Neither am I," said Carl.
"Want to splurge tonight?"
"I always splurge with you, kitten," he replied.
"I mean would you like to go to a really nice place to eat dinner?"
"You mean a jacket and tie place?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Okay, we haven't really been out since we got here. Yeah, it's a good idea. Got something you can wear?"
"You bet I have."
"I can imagine."
"No you can't."
"Oh, oh."
Nancy stood up and put on her bikini. All the vital parts were covered but that was about it. Then she put on her levis and top.
"We going somewhere?" asked Carl.
"Whenever you want to go, we will."
It was things like that that made Carl really feel attached to Nancy. Little bombs that made his head swim. She could really be nice somtimes.
Carl got dressed. He finished the wine before they left. Nancy stuffed the garbage into her bag and then they began the steep walk back to where their motor bike was parked.
They were both panting a little by the time they reached the top. Carl shook his head.
"What's the matter?"
"I guess the old legs don't have it anymore," he said.
"You're just out of shape, you'll get used to it."
"Maybe."
"No maybe's about it-you will."
"Promise?"
"As much as I can, yes. How's that?"
"Sounds good. Let's go."
He started the bike up and they hopped on. He gunned it and they were off. He made good time back to the hotel. He stopped in the lobby and picked up a paper on their way up to the room. Once inside Carl took off his clothes and hopped into the shower. When he came out Nancy looked up at him.
"How come you always take a shower when you get back from the beach?" she asked.
"I don't like the feeling of dried salt all over my body, it scratches me."
"Tender little baby," chided Nancy.
"In some ways yeah. Any objections?"
"None whatsoever. I like it."
"Good, then we'll be friends."
"We're friends already," she said. "Then we'll be better friends."
"I like that idea," she said as she started to pick out the dress she was going to wear. "I had a feeling you would."
"Smartass."
"That's me all right," he said as he flopped on the bed.
"Aren't you going to get ready?" she asked.
"It only takes me about ten minutes. There's time. It's early yet. Why don't we have a couple of drinks here, just to get warmed up?" he suggested.
"Okay, I'll make 'em."
"The service is getting much better around here."
"You haven't seen anything yet," said Nancy as she dropped some ice cubes into the glasses. She poured the booze over them and handed one to Carl.
"I believe it."
The booze tasted good. Carl sipped some more. It felt like it might be a cool night. He was glad they were going out tonight. It would do Nancy a lot of good.
"Where are we going tonight?" he asked.
"It's called La Fonda."
"Fancy name," remarked Carl.
"It's a imagine place."
"So we'll meet the elite, huh?"
"If you want to. Getting itchy fingers?"
"Sort of. It never hurts to look around."
"I feel the same way."
"I'd like to take it nice and slow. Let it come to us. I don't want to chase."
"That's never been one of my problems," she said as she pulled at her drink.
"I can believe that. Just be selective. That's all I ask. Fair enough kitten?"
"Fair enough."
So the ground rules were laid out, just like that. It was simple. Carl wondered if Nancy could abide by them though. He figured she'd jump at anything. Well, he'd have to see her in action before he made any judgments either for or against her. He finished his drink and held out the glass.
"Another one?" she asked.
"Yeah."
She made it and handed it to him. "Thanks, kitten."
"I like to take care of my men," she said.
Yeah, like leaving them to twiddle their thumbs in a jail for a couple of years, thought Carl to himself. Well, not this cookie, sweetheart. No sir. Old Carl'll pull the rug right out from under those lovely legs of yours quicker than you could believe. It was a hard, cruel way to look at it but when it came down to one's own personal survival, anything went. He was sure Nancy knew that too. Obviously she did, otherwise she wouldn't be in Barcelona with him. Yeah, she was a pretty slick girl and he was eager to see her in action. It should be quite an education.
He tossed down his drink quickly. Now he was warmed up sufficiently. He picked out what he was going to wear. He was sort of meticulous when it came to going out. He didn't like ties so when he consented to wear one he made sure that everything else was right along with it.
Nancy took the cue and started to dress. Carl got finished before she did and made himself another drink. He sat down and watched her. The dress she wore was one of those things that was very short, well, mini length. It had a plunging "V" that showed off a lot of her breasts. She wore a bra. Maybe she didn't want to flop around. Anyway the sides of her breasts curved out and that was what you saw. Yeah, it was okay, especially since Nancy had such a narrow waist. That was what made the difference.
"Yeah, it really looks great," he said.
"I'm glad you like it," she said. She came over to him and leaned down. Carl kissed her. Their tongues met and fenced. Carl reached up and cupped her breasts just to make her remember what was going to happen later on.
Not that she needed reminding, it was just a good excuse to touch her.
"All set?" she asked.
"Yes."
Carl got up and they went out. He was aware of some of the eyes that followed Nancy's body as they walked through the lobby. They went outside. The town was beginning to come to life. The people had a different look about them. They had things on their minds, places to go. Yeah, the tempo picked up at night. Carl was very sensitive to that sort of thing. They hailed a taxi and Nancy gave the driver the address.
"Wib we need a reservation? It's a little late now but I just thought I'd ask."
"Probably not. It's still pretty early yet," said Nancy.
"When do things pick up?"
"Around midnight. It's a late night town," she said.
"Yeah, I had that feeling myself."
"It's funny though. Sometimes it's really provincial and then it 'll change. It's unpredictable."
"I can handle that too. It doesn't make any difference to me," said Carl.
It was maybe a fifteen minute ride to the restaurant. Carl stuffed some bibs into the driver's hand and they got out. Yeah, they were definitely in a much better part of town. The people were elegantly dressed-some of them. So this is where the money hangs out, thought Carl as he preceded Nancy into the restaurant.
They were standing in a foyer. The maitre d' wasn't around so they waited. In front of them was a large room, slightly sunken. There were tables in the center and semi-secluded booths along the walls. They were different. Some of them were square while others were in the shape of a half circle. Some of them had curtains which you could close. There were two double doors in the center of one wall.
"What's in there?" asked Carl.
"That's the gambling room."
The maitre d' came up to them.
"We are two," said Carl, "and we have no reservation." He pressed some bills into the guy's hand.
"Right this way, sir."
They followed him to one of the booths along the wall. They sat down and a bus boy came over and poured their water. Then he left and returned with some bread, additional plates and a plate on which was some celery, olives, cheese. Yeah, it was definitely a classy place all right.
Their waiter appeared out of nowhere and Carl and Nancy ordered drinks.
"This is okay," said Carl.
"I thought you'd like it."
They both had their eyes peeled. Not consciously or anything but they both knew what they were looking for. In a way, they were like the sharks they had seen, sniffing around for blood, for an obvious weakness. Both Carl and Nancy would show as much mercy as the shark would have under the same circumstances. They were quite a pair all right.
Carl sipped his martini. It was good. They always were in the better restaurants. Carl felt good. He was glad to be with Nancy. Most of the men in the room were aware of her presence. She was very striking. Bait, that's what she was. Carl had her on a long leash. Yeah, somebody would be curious enough to want to take a nibble. That was the way things got started.
Nancy laid her hand on Carl's thigh under the table and squeezed it. "What?"
"Nothing. I'm just glad to be here with you," she said.
"I was just thinking the same thing about you."
Nancy tilted her head so she faced him. Carl gave her a gentle little kiss. She put her hand on his crotch for a couple of very exciting seconds.
"Know what you want to eat?" he asked. "Yes. Do you want to order."
"Whenever you want to."
"Let's wait a little while."
"Okay. Wanna another drink."
"Sure, I can always use another one."
"That's the spirit. Anything interesting in here?"
"It's hard to say. See that guy sitting with the girl wearing a tiara."
"Yeah."
Carl looked at him. He was dressed well and his woman was well groomed. He had looked at Nancy a few times but Carl didn't think anything about it. Maybe Nancy saw something he didn't.
"I think he's interested in me," she said.
"Most men are."
"I think he's a little different."
"What makes you say that?"
"I don't know, it's just a feeling I have."
"Do you smell something?" he asked.
"I think so."
"That's a nice tiara she's wearing. I wonder if there are any more at home like that one," said Carl.
"Could be," said Nancy as she sipped at her fresh drink.
"Okay, wanna give him his chance?"
"In a minute. Let him make up his mind."
CHAPTER SIX
THE HUSTLE BEGINS
And that was how it began. That was how it always began. It didn't matter what country or city you were in, the ground rules might be slightly different but that was all. Basically it was the same thing. Carl had his doubts. The woman the guy was with was very beautiful. Nancy was beautiful too. Maybe the guy was greedy. He was glad to get the chance to see her in action. It should be quite an education.
"Want to order now?"
"Okay, I'm hungry," said Nancy.
Carl got the waiter and they ordered. The waiter explained that it would be a few minutes as all of the dishes were cooked to order. That was fine. It gave Nancy the chance she was looking for.
"Play roulette?" she asked.
"You go ahead, give him his chance."
"Okay, give me some money. Make it obvious."
Carl reached into his pocket and took out some bibs and handed them to her. The guy caught the action. Carl tried not to look at him. He didn't want to scare him off. Nancy left the table and walked slowly across the room. She headed for the gambling room. The guy watched her disappear through the double doors. She looked to be a pretty good operator, thought Carl as he sipped his drink and waited for something to happen.
Then the guy made his move.
Carl saw him get up from the table and go into the gambling room. So Nancy had been right. Yeah, that was okay. She was a pretty smart lit lie cookie to have been able to pick that one particular guy out of a whole roomful.
She was gone maybe fifteen minutes. It wasn't a long time really. She was smiling as she walked across the room. The guy had been gone from his table about ten minutes. The woman was getting a little impatient. Carl watched her. The guy came out and leaned over her and probably made up a good excuse. Once he was back it apparently was all right. Right after he came out Nancy came out. You wouldn't have noticed it unless you were looking for it.
"How'd it go?" asked Carl as Nancy rejoined him.
She put some chips down on the table. "I won."
"How much is that worth?"
"Couple of hundred dollars," she said.
"Good girl. What about the guy? I noticed he didn't waste any time following you in there."
"He then caught up with me at the roulette table. His pitch was pretty smooth. He's an industrialist. He's loaded too."
"I figured that. He ask you out?"
"Of course. I'm having dinner with him tomorrow night."
"What about me?"
'I'll set you up. I told him you were my fiancee. It didn't seem to phase him. What's the best kind of setup for you?"
"A party. Get me invited. He looks like a civil kind of guy."
The waiter came and served them their dinner.
"He's cultured, yes. Yes, I can probably do that. Incidentally, in case you were wondering, the girl is his mistress."
"She's beautiful."
"He thinks I'm beautiful too."
"So do I."
Then they concentrated on eating. Yeah, a party. A nice little setup. A quick job, right in the middle of a hundred witnesses. It was risky but it really was the best way. There would be a lot of confusion, people would be drunk, their minds would be on everything else but what Carl was going to attempt to pub off.
The food was excellent and they both ate with much gusto.
"So you have good feelings about him huh?"
"He has his weaknesses."
"So does everybody," said Carl. "But not everybody is a mark."
"You think he is?"
"He has all the qualifications," she said. "Which are?"
"He's rich, egotistical and selfish. That's enough for me to work on."
"So what do you want to do? Set him up for a hustle or a straight heist?"
"What do you think?"
"I'm not a very good con man. The heist would be simple and quick, the other thing might take a long time. Besides I can't help thinking about Charlie."
"That's unfair."
"He's probably a lot smarter than I am. Look, if you can get us invited to a party I can pull the job off then and there," said Carl as he pushed his plate away from him.
"With all those people around? How will you know where to look?" she asked.
"You're going to tell me," said Carl.
"After dinner he'll probably invite you up to his place for a drink, right."
"Yes."
"So look around, that's all."
"What do I look for?" she asked.
"Jewelry. You might have to get into the bedroom."
"That won't be a problem."
"I'm sure. Nevertheless, try and pump him, you know how to do it, I'm sure. Then when we go to the party I know just where to look. I pub the job and he has maybe fifty people he can blame it on," said Carl.
"Can you pub it off?"
"I think so if you set me up properly."
"It sounds okay, lots of people around, the confusion, yes, I can see where it could work very nicely."
"So can I."
"Web, it looks like we're in business," she said. 'I'll drink to that."
They did and then Carl cracked his knuckles.
"What did you do that for?"
The waiter interrupted them to remove their dishes. The busboy cleaned up the table.
"Want coffee?"
"Please," she said.
"With a twist of lemon peel," ordered Carl. The waiter nodded his head sbghtly and disappeared.
"So why did you crack you knuckles?"
"Limbering up."
"Are you a good safe man?"
"If it's not too big I am. If I can't crack it in half an hour or forty minutes, I usually give up."
"I can understand that," she said. "It's not what you would call a specialty of mine."
"Yeah, he'll be a real creampuff. You could milk him for thousands I'd bet," she said.
"Well, I hate to inhibit you but this might be a quickie. I know you're probably not used to working like that but I don't want to get involved in any long things, okay?"
"Neither do I if you want to know the truth. Sure, that's fine by me," she said.
The waiter served them their coffee.
"Here's to crime," toasted Carl softly.
"Crime, may it always pay," countered Nancy.
"Know a good fence?"
"I think I could dig one up," she said.
"Good, we'll need one."
"Why don't we hang onto the stuff?"
"Explain."
"If we get a fence, everybody knows some m, new people are in town right?"
"News can travel fast yeah."
"So we hang onto it. We don't need the dough. We make the hit and then it stops right there. We just go about our business. When we get somewhere else, like out of the country we sell luv' she said.
"That's an interesting idea, I never thought of it before," answered Carl.
"You can hit and sell but you've got to be prepared to leave town in a hurry, as you web know."
"Unfortunately, yes."
"It'll be a nice little set-up. All we have to do is keep ourselves straight. What about the gun?"
"I've been thinking about that. I'd like to hang onto it somehow," he said.
"Stash it somewhere, that's all."
"Yeah, clean it off and bury it, like on the beach. That might be a good place to stash the goodies, once we get them."
"You anticipated me," she said.
"How?" he asked
"That's what I was thinking of."
"Oh, wanna play some more roulette?"
"I could, for a little while. I get bored easily."
Carl got the waiter and the check. It was a lot of dough but the few hundred Nancy had already won more than made up the difference. The place was beginning to get crowded now. Nancy had been right-it was a late night town.
The gambling room had almost as many people in it as did the dining room. Nancy had a lucky streak that ran for a while. They had won about two hundred dollars when her luck changed. Then Carl suggested that they leave. Nancy agreed. He threw the croupier a twenty dollar chip as they walked over to the cashier who cashed in their chips for them.
They hit the street and decided to walk for a while. It had been a good night. The people on the street looked friendly. Carl's eyes observed a lot. They appeared to be in a wealthy section of town, at least that's the impression he got from the way the people were dressed. It felt good to be out on the town. While it was true that Carl liked to relax it was also true that he needed action-not all the time, of course, but he had to have it every now and then otherwise he got bored and felt he was going stale.
Nancy felt good as she took his arm. He had seen her in action finally, and he had to admit she was pretty smooth. She evaluated a relatively complicated situation correctly in an amazingly short period of time. She knew exactly what had to be done and she did it-quietly and efficiently. Yes, it might just turn out to be an interesting, and profitable, relationship, thought Carl to himself as they walked along.
That plus the fact that they, or rather Nancy, had won a couple of hundred dollars gambling sort of made the evening. The meal had been a large one. Both of them had really stuffed themselves so Carl was glad for the chance to walk some of it off. He had difficulty in sleeping on a full stomach, it gave him nightmares.
"How do you feel?" she asked.
"Stuffed."
"Me too, let's walk some more, okay?"
So they did. Nancy took him on a little tour so to speak. Carl hadn't seen much of the town since they'd gotten there. At first he was content with the beach but now he was getting itchy fingers again. Occupational hazard, he figured. It was okay though.
They walked for about another half an hour. Then Carl started to yawn.
"Tired?" she asked.
"Yeah."
"So am I. Want to go back."
"I'll do whatever you want to do."
"Let's go back."
"Okay."
He looked for and found a taxi. They got in and told the driver where to take them. Ten minutes later they were getting out of the elevator and heading for their room. Once inside Carl flopped on the bed.
"The little man has had a busy day."
"Poor baby," said Nancy as she sat on the edge of the bed.
"That's right."
She leaned over him and kissed him. Their tongues met and swirled around one another. Her breasts pressed hard into his chest. He dug his fingernails into her back and held her tightly against his body. Her mouth tasted of wine and coffee. It was nice.
Then she broke away from him. "I'm gonna grab a quick shower," she said.
"If I'm asleep by the time you come out, wake me up."
"Okay."
Nancy went into the bathroom after she took off her clothes and hung them up. Carl took off his jacket and tie and then he made himself a drink. He pulled at it. Yeah, it was a nice way to end the evening. He lit a cigarette. Then Nancy came out. She was wearing his robe. It was a little too big for her but she looked great nevertheless.
"You awake?"
"Don't be funny. Wanna drink."
"Okay."
He made her one and handed it to her. Then he flopped on the bed again. "Is he picking you up."
"Yes."
"What time?" asked Carl. "Eight. Don't worry, it'll be a short evening for me."
"How do you know?"
"I'll just work it that way, that's all," she said.
"Pretty sure of yourself aren't you."
"This is my game, remember? And I play it well too."
"Okay, I believe you."
"It seems as if I have to keep you honest every now and then, doesn't it?"
"It would appear so. Come here, while you're at it."
Nancy got up out of the chair she was sitting in and went over to the bed where Carl was lying down.
"You called?"
"Yeah."
She sat down on the edge of the bed. Carl slipped his hands in between the folds of the robe so he could caress and fondle her breasts. Nancy opened the robe so Carl could put his hand between her legs. He rubbed her fine thighs as Nancy opened his shirt and teased with his chest. Her touch was light and exciting.
Carl touched her cunt and Nancy moaned softly. He rubbed it gently. He could feel it as it began to lubricate in anxious anticipation. He ran his finger up and down its sbt as he kneaded her breast flesh with his other hand. Nancy panted as she fumbled with his belt buckle. Carl broke away from her and stood up. Then he took off his clothes and laid back down on the bed.
Nancy took off her robe and laid down next to him. She leaned across his chest. Her nipples pressed into him and excited him as he mashed his lips against hers. Their tongues fenced and poked and probed around-inside of each other's mouths.
Carl played with the crack in her ass before he pressed his finger against the red ring of ass-hole flesh. Nancy broke away from him. Her hand was on his crotch. She stroked his prick into a full erection. She caressed his balls as she kissed and licked her way down his stomach.
Then she nuzzled her nose into his pubic hairs. The tip of her tongue stabbed out at everything it could reach. Carl laid back and 'enjoyed it as Nancy ran her tongue up from his balls to the head of his prick. She teased with the ridges as her hands cupped his balls. Then she slipped him into her mouth and began to suck on him.
She moved her head up and down slowly. Her lips wrapped around the thickness of his shaft. Her hair spilled down on either side of her face as she sucked him. She picked her pace up a little. Carl helped her by moving his pelvis upwards slightly. The head of his prick slid over and past her tongue. Nancy's cheeks bulged from the thickness of his rod. She closed her eyes as she felt Carl reach down so he could rub her cunt. He slipped a middle finger into her and poked and probed it around.
He found her love button and scratched at it until it erected. Nancy whimpered. She twisted her face around on his prick as if she were impaled on it. Carl gave her a good, fast fingerfucking. He slapped his hand into her up to his knuckle. Her cunt lubricated itself. Nancy continued to rub his hairy halls as she sucked on him.
Then Carl gently lifted her head off his rod. He robed her over onto her back and swirled the tip of his tongue around the dark circumference of one of her nipples. Nancy pressed herself upwards. Carl pinched her other nipple hard. It throbbed out pleasure-pain that reached every part of her young body.
Then he sucked on the nipple and gummed it hard as he dared to. Nancy panted heavily as she caressed his flanks and loins. Then Carl took his mouth off of her and robed her over onto her side. She knew what he was going to do.
The bulging head of his prick pressed against the tight circle of ass-hole flesh. The lips quivered as he pushed himself into her firmly. He didn't stop until his hairy pelvis was pressing against the rounded curves of her buttocks.
He fined her up completely. He held himself in her for a long time without moving. Then he finally started to friction her after he made her raise her upper leg. He grasped her breasts from the rear and held them tightly.
He sank his prick into her as hard as he could. Nancy thought he was going to split her in two. Her body filled with ever increasing excitement as Carl picked up his speed. His fingers dug into her breasts as he kneaded their ample flesh. He slapped himself in and out of her. Her ass-hole felt like it was grabbing and pulling at his shaft. He brought his cock out almost to the end. He held it there. Her flesh quivered in anticipation, then he rammed himself home again. Nancy fought for breath and threw her head around on the pillow.
She gritted her teeth together and tried to control her body. Her cunt quivered and pulsated as it began to ooze out its precious liquids. Then she erupted and hot come flooded out of her body and ran down the length of her canal. Some of it dribbled out. Her stomach muscles went rigid as she spasmed forth her steaming liquids. Carl reached down and jabbed a finger into her cunt.
He finger-fucked her good and hard. His cock slammed in and out of her ass-hole. Her body writhed and twisted as if she were trying to get away from him. He rode her and anticipated her every move, otherwise he would have been thrown out of her.
He continued to hold her by one breast.
Nancy gulped in air through her open mouth as fast as she could. Her breasts heaved on her chest. Carl picked up his speed. Nancy groaned. Her body was no longer her own: it belonged to Carl's cock and that was just fine with her.
He slipped his prick out of her ass-hole and quickly rammed it up into her cunt. He plunged himself into her. Nancy started to come again. Her hot juices splashed down her canal and bathed and washed his prick. Carl kept up a steady tattoo on her cunt.
Carl took his hands and spread the cheeks of her ass so he could slip a middle finger up into her. He wanted to give her a good double fucking. He reamed her ass-hole out while he slashed away at her cunt.
Nancy twisted around. Carl had to hold her steady. She yelled out as she had another orgasm. Carl felt his balls gather themselves. Then he gave it everything he had. He pumped himself into her as hard and as fast as he could. Hot sperm gushed out and seared her cunt. Nancy came with him and their come mixed together deep inside her cunt.
His balls emptied themselves. Then he paused while they recharged to enable him to give it to her again. Nancy was beside herself. Her body was one big continuing thrill as Carl gushed into her again.
Then his testicles were really empty and they relaxed in their protective sac. He took his finger out of her ass-hole as he slowed and finally halted his movement.
He rested as his prick shrunk. Then he pulled it out of her. A great, white gob of come came with it, as if it had been bottled up inside her. It formed a small pool on the sheets. Nancy roiled over onto her back, her breasts heaving on her chest as her breathing found its regularity. Carl got up on shaky legs. He made himself a fresh drink. Yeah, it settled him right down. Nancy's nipples were still erect on her breasts. Her eyes were closed. Her hand casually brushed some hair away from her face as she lifted her head up. She opened her arms and Carl sat down on the edge of the bed. She wrapped herself around him and buried her face in his chest. Carl held her tightly.
"You're a good little girl," he said.
"Oh, sweetheart, sweetheart."
"It was so good for me," he said.
Nancy broke away from him. Her eyes were twinkling as she looked up at him.
"It gets better and better."
"I know." He sipped at his drink.
"Will it ever stop?"
"Not if I can help it."
"I need it so much," she said.
"So do I."
"Will you always give it to me, please?"
She almost whined like a little girl. "If I'm around to."
"What do you mean? Where are you going?"
"Nowhere, kitten, nowhere," he said to calm her down.
"Don't frighten me."
"Do I?"
"Sometimes," she said. "Well I scare myself sometimes if that helps."
He got up off the bed and lit a cigarette. "Want one."
"Yes."
Nancy propped the pillows up and leaned against them. Her nipples were flat now.
"Here," said Carl as he handed her the butt.
"Thanks. I don't really want to see him tomorrow night," she said softly. "Who's that?" asked Carl. "Carlos."
"Oh. So don't"
"What do you think I ought to do?" she asked.
"I think you should see him and go through with it like we agreed on," he said.
"Yes, I suppose you're right. It's just so shitty sometimes. I mean I know what he's going to do and everything."
"How do you know that?" asked Carl as he pulled steadily at his drink.
"I'm not a child. It's my business to know things like that," replied Nancy.
"Yeah, I suppose it is. I could never do it myself."
"Not many people can."
"Probably just as well."
Carl yawned. It had been a full day and a profitable one. Yeah, things were beginning to pick up. He knew they would, he just wasn't sure when or how. It was difficult to tell. Nevertheless, the opportunity presented itself and they both grabbed at it. He was pretty sure that there would be other opportunities in the future. Once you got started sometimes it was hard to stop. Yeah. That was where the danger was. You always had to keep a tight rein on yourself otherwise you got greedy or, what was worse, careless. Once that happened it was usually pretty difficult, if not impossible to change things. You usually did what Carl and Danny had to do-leave, just like that, in a hurry, not knowing if you were going to make it either, but still you had to try because that was the way the game was played.
Yeah, it was hard sometimes all right. Carl really felt like an old man about once a week. Sure he was getting older, especially to play the kind of games he was involved in.
"Tomorrow I want to take the gun down to the beach and bury it somewhere," he said. "Okay, I'll go with you."
"I like to travel alone sometimes. It's better."
"Don't you trust me?" she asked as she ground out her butt in the ashtray. "It's not a matter of trust."
"What is it then?"
He could tell from the sound of her voice that he had inadvertently touched on a sore point. He'd have to take it real easy unless he wanted a scene.
"It's smarter that way."
"By me not knowing where the gun is?"
"Yes."
"Wanna explain?" she asked, pressing it a little.
"Sure. That way it can never hurt you, understand? You know nothing about it, nothing at all. If I ever have to use it and you know where it is you would be implicated. This way it stays only with me," explained Carl.
"What about the stuff, once we get it?"
"That we do together. What did you think?"
"That we might play buried treasure," she
"Not-likely."
"Okay, I can do my hair. Gotta look my best for the sucker tomorrow night," she said.
"You've got to look your best for me tomorrow night, forget about Don Juan," said Carl.
"That's what I like to hear," said Nancy.
"Well, just make sure you listen well."
"I will, don't worry, darling."
"I know. Wanna another drink?"
"No thanks, I'm sort of sleepy."
"Guess it's my turn to prowl around tonight."
"Aren't you sleepy?" she asked.
"Yeah but my mind has a tendency to sort of race ahead," he said.
"Thinking about the party already?"
"Yeah."
"Don't worry, it'll come off smooth as ice," said Nancy.
"Let's hope so at least."
"Goodnight sweetheart," she said. "Goodnight, kitten."
Nancy rolled over and went to sleep. Carl lit another cigarette and prowled around the room. He was restless. He downed his drink quickly and made himself another. By the time he was halfway through it he was tired enough so that he wanted to sleep. He turned off the lights and crawled in beside her.
He dropped right off and the next thing he knew was that he was reaching a hand out with the intention of feeling one of Nancy's breasts. He felt air instead. He immediately opened his eyes. Nancy was sitting in the chair opposite the bed. She smiled at him and came over and gave him a gentle kiss.
"Sleep okay?"
"Like a baby."
"You must have, you didn't even move when I got up."
"How long have you been up for."
"Half an hour."
Carl sat up and held his head. "Think I overdid it a little last night."
"Hangover?"
"A small one but it's there," he said. "A drive in the fresh air will do you good."
"Ugh, I can't wait."
"Come on, up and at 'em."
"Right, right."
Carl got up and lit a cigarette. He dressed quickly. "Hungry?" he asked her.
"Yeah, I'm starving."
"Okay, let's make it."
"Such enthusiasm," she said.
"Every now and then, yeah."
They went downstairs and ate. Afterwards Carl's hangover felt a little better. Back in the room he got out his gun and made sure it was wrapped good enough.
"What calibre is it?" she asked.
".38."
"Nice little gun."
"It does a fair job, yeah. I don't like big guns myself, too awkward," he said. "Ever use it?"
"I have had occasion to throw lead at people, yes. Unfortunately."
"Why unfortunately?"
"Because I didn't like it. I'm a very peaceful guy."
"That's unusual then that you're in the business."
"Nobody ever got hurt breaking into a safe unless it's in a bank. In all the time that Danny and I were together we never so much as hit anybody over the head, much less shoot at them."
"So when did you try and shoot somebody?" she asked.
"Long time ago. It wasn't even my beef either. I just happened to be there. It was one of those things."
"Yeah, they happen sometimes."
"I was damned lucky I didn't catch some lead myself. God, I don't even like to think about it, gives me the shivers."
"How long are you going to be?"
"Probably an hour or so. Need some dough?"
"I'll use what we won last night," she replied.
"Oh, I forgot about that."
"You know how much it is?" she asked.
"Four hundred isn't it?"
"That's right."
"That's a lot of dough," he said. "It will keep us for a month or three weeks if we're careful," said Nancy. "You were lucky."
"I'm a good gambler," she said. "So am I."
"Then why didn't you play?" she asked. "Because it was your night. We'll play together one night. It'll be fun," he said. "It will yeah."
"Okay, I'm off, see you later."
"Okay, I'll probably be here."
Carl stuffed the package into his shirt and then he left. Five minutes later he was riding down the street on his motor bike. It was a hot day and he immediately began to sweat out some of the booze. That was okay though. It was one way to get rid of it. He didn't have any difficulty in finding his way back to the beach. In fact he was even gladder to be alone because he found that without Nancy's additional weight, he could make much better time.
Twenty minutes hard driving saw him stopping at a spot just above the rock cliffs. He looked around. It was still. There were no people and only a few birds in the sky. He parked the motor bike and got off and walked several yards into the underbrush.
He selected a spot near the base of a tree whose branches were twisted and gnarled by the wind. The earth was soft and he quickly dug a hole big enough to accommodate his small package.
After he had covered the hole up with its earth he smoothed down the earth and, satisfied that his little cache would withstand a casual scrutiny, he left and walked to a spot where he could overlook the beach.
He saw, far down below, a few moving dots. People at last, he though to himself. He was beginning to wonder about joining them when he changed his mind. Instead he sat down in the shade of a large rock and lit a cigarette.
It was very peaceful where he was. Occasionally he could hear a laugh or some other human sound as it floated up from the beach below. Other than that there was only the wind as it rustled through the trees.
He quietly smoked his cigarette. He could feel his body adapting itself to his new way of life. Perhaps there would be a way to combine the new with the old. That was in effect what he was trying to do. It only remained to be seen if it could successfully be done. He stubbed out his butt in the sand and walked back to where the motor bike was parked. He hopped on and sped down the dirt road. He decided not to go directly back to the hotel. Rather than that he wanted to take a little tour of his own.
He fooled around the town and managed to drive over practically all of it. Carl had a pretty good sense of direction which came in handy more oft or than he realized.
And so in that way Carl managed to kill most of the afternoon. It was close to five o'clock when he finally pulled up in front of the hotel. He walked through the lobby and into the elevator which took him to his floor. Nancy looked up from the newspaper she was reading. Her breasts formed nice shapes under the robe she was wearing.
"Where were you?" she asked.
"I decided to take a little ride."
CHAPTER SEVEN
THE FINISHING TOUCHES
"I got worried," she said.
"How come?" Carl asked as he got room service on the telephone. "You want anything?"
"Whatever you're having," she replied.
Carl ordered and replaced the receiver back in its cradle.
"I thought you were in an accident or something. You said you'd be back in an hour."
"Oh, I felt like riding, that's all."
"Where'd you go?" she asked as she put the paper down.
"All over, sort of smelled my way around."
"See anything interesting?"
"No, not really. Do your hair?"
"No, I just washed it. I don't trust Spanish hairdressers if you want to know the truth."
"It looks nice."
"I'm glad you noticed," she said.
Carl was saved by a knock on the door. He opened it and a waiter wheeled in a serving cart with their lunches on it. He left and Carl served Nancy in bed. Then he started to eat himself.
"Lunch in bed?" she asked.
"Sure, why not?"
"I was just wondering," said Nancy between bites, "why you're being so nice to me all of a sudden."
"It's because I'm a nice guy. Buy that?"
"Not really," she said as she stretched her long legs out full. Carl looked.
"Then maybe it's because I like you, or maybe it's because you've got to work tonight and I thought I'd pamper you. Take your pick," he said.
"I'd like to think it's because you like me."
"Of course that's the reason, dummy," he said.
"Now we're friends again," she said.
"We always were friends," said Carl.
"It's been in doubt a few times," said Nancy as she held out her empty plate. Carl got up and took it away.
"Has it?" he asked.
"Yup," said Nancy as she lit a cigarette.
"Never even knew it."
"That's what I figured," she said.
Carl took the last bite of his meal and patted his stomach. "That's a little better."
"What are you going to do tonight?" she asked.
"I don't know. I haven't really thought about it. Do you have any idea of what time you'll be home?"
"It should be fairly early. Let's see, dinner, some drinks back at his place. I'm not going to fuck with him so it shouldn't be too late," she said.
"Okay, I just wanted to know."
"If it crimps your style I can manage to stay out later than that," she said.
"I don't have a style to crimp," he said. "You'd be surprised."
"No, I wouldn't be," said Carl as he lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply.
Carl began to feel sort of sleepy so he ground out what was left of his butt and kicked off his shoes. Then he went over to the bed. Nancy moved over to make room for him. Carl laid down beside her. Four hours on a motor bike certainly did funny things to you, he thought to himself as he laid there. Nancy was close to him and he could feel the presence of her body. He reached out and slipped one of his hands in between the folds of her robe so he could caress and fondle her breast. Nancy positioned herself so that she managed to lean over his hand and press herself into him.
Carl felt the large nipple erect. Carl kneaded it between his fingertips as he felt some of the strain and tension begin to flow out of his body.
"Why do you do that to me?" asked Nancy. He panted softly. "What?"
"This." She pressed her breast hard into his hand.
"What am I doing to you?" he asked.
Her hands caressed his stomach before she rested them on his crotch. "Making it very hard for me to keep my appointment this evening, that's what," she said.
"Nonsense, you're a pro remember, this is the business you're in. Nobody said it was going to be easy."
"That's different than what I'm talking about."
Carl rubbed her other breast before he slipped his hand down her stomach. "Why is it?"
Nancy rolled over onto her back. The robe fell open and revealed her full breasts.
"This is slightly more personal," she answered.
"It's hard, I know."
"You'll never know," she said as she lifted herself up and leaned over him.
She pressed her lips against his. Her breasts hung free from her body and swayed gently. Their tongues fenced around one another. Her smell was sweet and her skin soft and smooth as Carl caressed her back. His prick was beginning to get anxious. Then he broke away from her.
"Guess I'm lucky then not to know," he said.
"You think that now but you might be in for a surprise later on," she said.
"I hope not. I don't like surprises. Why are you in such a bitchy mood anyway?"
"I don't know. Maybe it's because I really don't want to go through with tonight. Then I do. I'm all mixed up."
"You'll be all right once you get into it," said Carl.
"I suppose you're right. I only want to be with you."
"You are. You will be so don't worry about it."
"Is that a promise?"
"Sure. We'll be together for a long time. You know that as well as I do."
"Sometimes I wonder."
"That's because you're a little touched in the head."
"Sometimes I think that myself."
"Well don't think it too often otherwise you'll find yourself believing it," said Carl.
"Then I'll really be in trouble," she said.
Carl began to rub her stomach again. He slipped one of his hands down between her legs. She wasn't wearing any panties.
"You sure will be," he said.
Nancy moaned softly as he touched her lush sex mound.
"Would you let that happen to me?" she asked.
Her hands fumbled with his belt buckle. Carl stood up and took off his clothes. Then he laid back down beside her. His hand was on her cunt again.
"What do you think?" he asked as he began to slide a finger up and down, just inside the fleshy folds of her crack.
"I don't know, that's why I'm asking," she said.
Carl slipped his finger up into her gently and slowly began to ream her out.
"I'd never let anything bad happen to you." he said.
Nancy stroked his prick. "That's good. I like to hear things like that," she said.
Carl's rod erected and Nancy suddenly sat up shucked off her robe. She leaned over him and after she brushed some annoying strands of hair out of her face she lowered herself down onto the head of his prick.
Carl sat up and cupped her breasts as she swirled her tongue around the ridges on the head of his prick. She did that until it was glistening and shining from her warm saliva. Her hands fondled his testicles gently as she opened her mouth and took him into her body. Her tongue lapped and licked at the thickness of Carl's shaft as she lowered her head steadily until her bps were finally touching his pubic hairs.
Carl began to knead her ample breasts between his fingers harder now and Nancy began to bob her head up and down on his prick. She closed her eyes and enjoyed it as Carl pumped himself upwards and forced his shaft as far down into her mouth as it would go. It went all the way.
Carl pinched her nipples hard and made her whimper with delight. She squeezed him with her lips as Carl picked up his speed. His prick slapped in and out of her mouth. Nancy breathed fast through her distended nostrils. Her breasts filled with pleasure and excitement as Carl continued to work on them. Then he slid his hands down the curve of her back until he reached her buttocks.
He dug his fingers into the flesh hard as Nancy bobbed her head up and down on him furiously. Her hands cupped and milked his balls. Carl felt them go numb for a blinding second of excitement.
Then he started to squirt his hot cargo up into her. His come gushed into her mouth and filled it up. Nancy swallowed hard as her cunt started to quiver and pulsate in passion and thrills.
Carl's balls recharged themselves and then he shot into her again. Nancy drank his steaming liquids greedily as she sucked as hard as she could on him. Carl held onto her moving buttocks as he felt his testicles go slack and slowly begin to drop down in their sac.
Nancy gave him a couple of extra sucks just to make sure nothing had escaped her. Then she lifted her face off of him and ran the tip of her tongue across her bps and thrilled at the taste and texture.
She laid back down on her back and opened her legs in an invitation that Carl could hardly refuse. He climbed over her. Nancy took his prick and guided it to the entrance to her full and ripe cunt. Carl pushed in gently. Her canal was lubricated fully and he had no trouble in sliding himself all the way in. He didn't stop until their pubic hairs were grinding together.
He held himself there as Nancy raised her legs so as to let him achieve maximum penetration. Then Carl started to pump her. He began fast. He dug his toes into the sheets and drove with everything he had. He ruthlessly slashed his way in and out of her cunt. He brought Nancy immediately to a high state of excitement. She gasped and fought for her breath as her breasts shook all over her chest. Carl reached down and sucked hard on one of her erected nipples. Nancy moaned loudly as Carl hammered away at her. Her stomach muscles went rigid and she started to come. She dug her fingernails into his back and shoulder as hot juices began to ooze out of the innermost recesses of her cunt.
Carl kept up his pace. Their bodies collided violently. Nancy threw her head around on the pillow. She felt as if every nerve ending in her body was having its own little orgasm. She felt faint and dizzy. Carl kept on working on her. Nancy ran her fingers through his hair as she had another orgasm. Her cunt was flooded with come. It trickled out between her legs and ran down the crack in her ass to eventually form a small pool on the sheets. It felt hot and sticky.
Carl's balls went numb and he started to come. His sperm gushed into her steaming cunt and seared it out. Nancy gulped in air as fast as she could through her open mouth. Her whole body was on fire and Carl's come did nothing to help put it out.
He salvoed into her again, just for good measure. Nancy bucked and writhed furiously as Carl gave it everything he had. Then he started to slow down in an effort to bring her down as gently as possible.
His cock took its time in shrinking which was good because Nancy was still almost beside herself with excitement and thrills of joy. He steadily slowed down to the point where he eventually stopped altogether. He kept himself inside of Nancy's warm and luscious cunt as she lowered her legs into a more comfortable position. She reached up and drew his face down to hers. Their lips met and she slithered her tongue into his mouth. Her face twisted around on his as they kissed.
Then Carl pulled himself gently out of her and brought great gobs of bottled up whey with his prick. He got up off the bed and fetched his cigarettes. He lit two and handed one to Nancy.
"Thanks," she said.
Her body was still on fire even though it was diminishing rapidly. Carl sat down on the edge of the bed and played with her hair.
"Hurry back tonight," he said.
"You won't even know I'm gone."
"Yes I will," he said.
"It'll be strictly business between Carlos and myself. I can be very good when I want to," she said.
"I can believe that."
"You've never seen me in action. Just wait."
"I got a look the other evening."
"That was nothing. A child could have done that. No, I mean I want you to really see me in action. Then you'd know what kind of a woman you've got on your hands."
"I think I have a pretty good idea."
Carl knew what she meant though. Nancy probably changed her personality when she worked in much the same way as he did. Yeah, it would be interesting. It also should be quite an education. You were never too old to learn, thought Carl as he dragged on his butt.
"When you're in the bedroom or the living room, I want you to look at any paintings he might have," he said.
"Explain."
"If they swing out, like they're on hinges, it means there's a wall safe behind the painting, understand?"
"Yes."
"If the safe's not there it's either in a closet, if it's a bigger one or he keeps his goodies in the bank which would solve all our problems."
"Okay, I'll snoop around as much as I can. His mistress doesn't bve with him so he might not have a lot of stuff around."
"How do you know that?" asked Carl.
"He told me."
"Oh."
"In any case, I'll try and get all the information you need," said Nancy.
"Find out about servants; how many and where they sleep. Also, see if he has any guns in the house."
"Anything else?" she asked.
"Yeah, try and remember what the general layout of his place is. Anything that you might think is helpful probably is so keep your eyes peeled."
"Don't worry, I know what to do."
"I had the feeling you would."
"It's almost fun," she said.
"Oh, yes, fun it is," he said.
"If there's anything there, I'll find out about it," she said as she ground out her butt into the ashtray.
"You just do that but be careful."
"I will be, don't worry."
"Okay, as long as you know what you're up against, it'll probably be okay."
"I know what I'm up against and I'll have him eating out of my hand in no time," she said as she got up.
Nancy's voice had that kind of authority that Carl didn't feel like questioning. He watched as she dressed. She wore a simple skirt and blouse except on her it looked sort of elegant. Carlos will love it, thought Carl.
It was getting dark outside and Carl wondered what he was going to do until Nancy got home. Probably just kill time unless he felt like taking a walk or something. He'd had a full day already as far as he was concerned.
Nancy finished dressing. She really looked good.
"How do I look?" she asked. "You'll have him eating out of your hand in no time," said Carl.
Nancy laughed as she fixed herself a short drink. They sat around and talked for a while. Then the telephone rang. Nancy answered it. She winked at Carl.
'I'll be down in ten minutes," she said just before she hung the telephone up.
"Him?"
"Of course. Right on time too," said Nancy as she sat back down. "Thought of something to do yet?"
"Nope."
"I'd better go. See you later. If you go out, leave me a note," she said.
"Will do. Have fun."
"I'll take care of my business, that's all. The fun I prefer to save for you."
"Good girl."
"Bye sweetheart."
"Bye."
And then she was gone. Carl got up and made himself a drink and flopped back on the bed.
Carlos was waiting for her by the desk. She spotted him and walked over to him. "Hi," she said.
"You look lovely," he said as he steered her through the lobby.
His manner was smooth and polished. He wasn't bad looking either, thought Nancy. His tab frame was filled out okay. Nancy guessed him to be maybe forty years old. Right in the prime of life, you might say. His car, an expensive imported model was parked outside. He opened the door for her and she got in.
Carlos drove well, with precision and authority.
"I hope I didn't take you away from your fianc'," he said.
"You did but it's all right."
"He's a very lucky man," said Carlos.
"Why do you say that?" she asked as she lit a cigarette.
"You're an elegant woman which is rare."
"Thank you."
In addition to being smooth, Carlos was also gracious. Yeah, he had his act down pat. He took her to one of the more expensive restaurants in town. They evidently knew him there because he got the red carpet treatment. They were seated at a secluded table.
"Would you like a drink before dinner?" he asked.
"A vodka martini, very dry," replied Nancy.
He snapped his fingers and their waiter appeared out of nowhere. Carlos told him what to get.
"How long have you been in Spain for?" he asked.
"About a week."
"Are you just traveling or are you thinking of settling here?" he asked.
"It all depends," said Nancy as the waiter placed their drinks in front of them.
"On what, if I may ask?"
"On whether we like it here or not."
"I can't speak for your fianc' of course, but I think I can guarantee your having an excellent time while you're in Barcelona," said Carlos.
"I'm sure you could. You're a very persuasive man, you know," said Nancy.
"I usually get what I want."
"I'm sure you do. I'm also very flattered."
Carlos laughed. "You anticipate me."
"Do I? Be honest now," cautioned Nancy.
"All right. Then my answer would have to be 'no' in all honesty," he said as he sipped at his drink.
"That's what I thought. But why me? You have a lovely mistress. Would you like for me to be your mistress as web?"
"Now you really are anticipating me."
"Yes, perhaps I am. Shah we eat?"
"Whatever your wish is," he said.
"My wish is to eat."
"Very web."
A waiter who was hovering nearby came over. Carlos ordered for them both. It was very impressive. To anyone eke except Nancy that is. She was a little bit above that sort of thing. It was still nice to be treated like that once in a while.
Nancy noticed a large diamond ring that he was wearing. Now if you only have some brothers and sisters back home we'll be in good shape she thought to herself.
Carlos took her hand in his. His grasp was firm, strong, masculine. Nancy let him do it. It was a simple thing that would get her a long way.
The food came and they had one of those long leisurely dinners at which everyone usually winds up gorging themselves. The sexual overtones were there in spades. Nancy could have really made a lot more of it than she did but it wasn't her style. She was content to simply counter every move he made. She felt no need or saw no sense in initiating action of her own. No, let him use up all of his energy. Nancy had better things to do with hers.
They made small talk throughout their dinner. He was a pretty interesting fellow. He had a large house on the outskirts of town. He also kept an apartment in Paris. He did the usual things that the very rich did and he probably didn't do them any better or worse than anybody else.
The coffee came. It had been a three hour dinner. It was a long time but that was all right with Nancy. She liked to lay her plans well. She was a good little hustler.
"Would you like to go for a ride along the coast. It's quite lovely at night."
"Whatever your pleasure is," she replied.
"My pleasure is in taking you for a drive."
"Then I could never say no."
Carlos laughed. He got the check and signed for it. Then they left and got into his car. He headed out of town along some of the same roads Nancy and Carl had driven on.
He had been right: the coast road was very beautiful. at night especially the way the moonlight made the sea look silvery and shiny. The car was a convertible. Cool air brushed Nancy's face. Her hair flew out in all directions. She was having a good time.
Carlos drove along for maybe half an hour. There weren't many other cars on the road. It was pretty deserted out where they were and a little spooky.
"Would you like to go to my place for a nightcap?" he asked as he slowed down.
"All right."
He made a "ll" turn and headed back towards Barcelona. His house happened to be on the ocean side so it didn't take them very long to get there. The twin headlights pierced the dark Spanish night as Carlos turned into the driveway. The house sat back off the road a little bit so that it took him maybe a couple of minutes before they reached the house proper. Nancy looked at her watch. It was close to midnight. She didn't want to bullshit around too much, just have a couple of drinks, case the house then leave and go back to Carl.
Carlos opened the door for her. Lights were on in the house. A manservant opened the door for him. He led Nancy in through a foyer into a large ornate living room. Against one wall was a large bar at which Carlos made some drinks. Then he went over to a many buttoned console that was built into one wall and pushed a button. Music flooded into the room from hidden speakers. He's really pulling out all the stops, thought Nancy. There were a few paintings on the wall. Nancy went over and looked at them. She tested them. None of them swung out.
"Do you like art?" he asked.
"Not really. It amuses me sometimes but mostly it bores me," she said as she turned so as to make her skirt swirl up a little. She wanted him to see what her legs looked like.
"Would you like another drink?" he asked.
"I'd love one," she said.
She handed Carlos her empty glass and he made her another drink. Yes, she could see where some of his money went as she looked around the living room.
"Are you going to show me the rest of the house?" she asked. "If you wish."
" I wish."
Carlos got up out of the chair he was sitting in. "I can see you like to get what you want too."
"Doesn't everybody?"
He laughed. "This way," he said.
From the living room a broad flight of stairs led to the second floor of the house.
"Servant's quarters," said Carlos as he indicated a couple of rooms off the halfway they were walking down.
"Do you have a large staff?"
"Only a cook and butler, except when I entertain."
"Is that often?"
"Would you like to come to one of my parties?" he asked.
"My fianc' and I would love to," she countered.
"I'd love to have you. There will be a little get together this coming Saturday, nothing special, just some of my friends," he said.
"We'll be here-as your friends."
"Excellent," he said as he led her into a large room. He flicked on the lights. "This is the master bedroom."
"So I gathered."
There were a few paintings on the wall.
They didn't seem to fit in. There was something suspicious. Nancy knew when to let well enough alone.
Carlos was suddenly at her side. This was his move. Nancy was way ahead of him. She let him kiss her but when he cupped one of her breasts she gave him a little taste and then broke away. She took a quick look around, then she left the room and went back downstairs. Carlos followed her. Nancy sat down in a chair. She crossed her legs and showed enough thigh to keep Carlos on his toes.
"I hope I haven't offended you," he said.
"I'm very flattered. I also like to make up my own mind," she said.
That seemed to satisfy him.
"I can understand that," he said as he sat down on the couch opposite her.
"It's a lovely house," she said.
"I'm glad you like it."
"Why don't you live with your mistress, if you don't mind my asking?"
"Let's say I like my freedom."
"Ah yes, of course, How stupid of me not to think of it. You must think I'm pretty thick."
"Not at all, you're very soft."
He was definitely starting up again.
"I suppose I am. I like myself that way."
"I don't blame you."
Nancy looked at her watch.
"I should be getting back," she said.
"It's early yet," protested Carlos.
"I'm engaged. My fianc' will be waiting. I enjoyed seeing you and I'd like to see you again but you must understand that, for the time being at least, I have certain obligations which I pimply can't neglect."
"Of course. I understand, Nancy, and I'm looking forward to seeing you Saturday."
"Me and my fianc'?"
"Of course. Shall we go?"
Nancy finished her drink and then she went out. Carlos drove her back to the hotel. She let him kiss her goodnight and then she hopped out of the car and disappeared into the lobby before he got any more ideas.
CHAPTER EIGHT
THE HEIST
The next day, Carl and Nancy were down at the beach again as usual. And Carl was getting ready to fuck her again, as usual.
His prick was inches from her face. Nancy reached up for it eagerly. She drew it down to her lips. She whimpered as she stuck out her tongue and stabbed out at the head of his prick as she fondled his balls.
Carl propped himself up on his hands and gyrated his prick into her mouth. He twisted it around and watched as it slowly disappeared into her face.
Nancy took everything he had to give her. She breathed through distended nostrils as she held him as tightly in her mouth as she could. She gave herself up completely to his prick. It was all she wanted then. Her hands fondled his testicles gently as Carl started to pump himself in and out of her mouth. He gave her a long, slow mouthfucking. He pushed in as far as he could go. Nancy's excitement increased and she unconsciously moved her body around as it filled with pleasure and thrills and satisfaction.
She held Carl by his hips and rubbed his thighs and buttocks as she sucked on him. Her tongue lapped at the thickness and length of his shaft. The texture of his cock skin thrilled her. Carl slapped himself into her as fast as he could. Nancy loved every inch of it and Carl could tell that too by the way she was sucking on him.
Then he began to get really excited and he didn't want to come in her mouth so he gently took his prick out of her mouth. Nancy looked up at him with a hurt expression on her face. She wanted to suck on him longer.
Carl lowered himself down on top of her. Her erected nipples pressed into his chest and excited him as she took his prick and stuck the head into the opening to her cunt.
Carl pushed in and filled her up completely. The walls of her cunt felt like they were grabbing and tugging at his prick as he frictioned her.
He rammed himself all the way home. Nancy raised her legs so she could wrap them around his waist. Carl dug his toes into the sand and piled himself into her. He wanted her to forget everything she ever knew. He wanted to make her slave to his prick. He had a lot of material to work with too.
Nancy's breasts shook all over her chest as he rammed into her. She fought for her breath as she flung her head wildly from side to side on the towel. She shut her eyes and clenched her jaws together as she prepared herself for another orgasm.
Carl felt her body begin to spasm a little. He picked up his speed a little. Their pubic hairs ground together as he changed his position and, at the same time, his angle of penetration.
He caught her by surprise and in doing so, immediately rushed her right up to the next higher level of excitement. She came almost violently. The come felt like it was being wrung out of her body as she gyrated it around wildly. She was almost out of control. Carl reached down and pinched one of her nipples hard and added much pleasure/pain to her already throbbing body that was writhing and jerking around. Nancy came again. Hot sperm flooded out of her cunt and ran down the length of her canal to splash over and bathe Carl's driving cock.
He plowed himself in and out of her as fast as he could. Nancy leaned up and rammed the tip of her tongue down into his ear as she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck.
Their bodies ground together. Carl slashed away at her relentlessly. Nancy's body jerked and spasmed as she continued to come. Thick, white sperm oozed out of her already flooded cunt and trickled out of her cunt and ran between her legs. Nancy reached around and cupped Carl's testicles and started to milk them. She needed his come in her body.
Carl was not the kind of guy to disappoint a lady either. His balls obediently went numb and he gushed up into her. His hot juices racked Nancy's body with new thrills as he pumped his precious liquids up into the inner most recesses of her cunt.
Then he stopped coming. His balls had emptied themselves in one tremendous spasm and now they hung loose in their protective sack. He slowed his pace. Nancy felt it. She fought for her breath and lowered her legs into a more comfortable position. Her breasts heaved on her chest as he let her down as gently as he could.
His prick shrunk quickly. Above them, clouds raced across the heavens. He stopped frictioning her and they lay quietly together, his prick still in her. Then he slowly pulled himself out of her. Great gobs of bottled up come followed his prick. Nancy still moaned loudly. Her eyes were shut and she breathed through her open mouth that sucked in air as fast as it could.
Carl lit a cigarette and sat up. There was a nice, cool breeze that came off the ocean. Actually it was getting sort of chilly. Nancy finally opened her eyes and looked up at him. She had calmed down a little bit now and she took his cigarette and dragged on it before she gave it back to him.
"I love it when you fuck me like that," she said.
"It's not bad," teased Carl.
"What do you know?"
"Probably nothing," he said.
"Ha! You could teach me a few things I'll bet."
"Anytime you're ready."
"I don't usually make a pig out of myself but. . . "
"Then don't start now," interrupted Carl.
"Well as long as you're in no rush, neither am I, then."
"Rushing has got nothing to do with it," he said.
"What has?"
"You and me," he said as he took a swig of wine.
"Explain, if you can."
"Okay, I have no doubt that you and I will do what comes most naturally to us."
"What about unnaturally?" she said with a leer on her face.
"That could be arranged too, I'm sure," he said.
"Yes, I'm sure too."
"Are you getting chilly?" he asked.
"A little."
"Why don't you get dressed then. Otherwise you might catch a cold," he said.
"I like being naked so much when I'm with you."
"I like it too but I've got to take care of you."
"I like that too."
"Then do as you're told," he ordered. Nancy obeyed and got dressed. Then they sat back down together.
"Aren't you chilly?" she asked.
"I'm alright."
"I'm only trying to take care of you."
"You can't win," Carl mumbled under his breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing," he said as he got dressed.
"Want some wine?" she asked as she held the bottle up for him to take.
"Yeah." He gulped some down. It was good.
Then they just laid there for a while and didn't talk too much. They let the ocean and wind talk to them. They liked what they heard too. After a while the wind picked up and it really began to get cold. They decided to leave. Nancy wrung out her bikini before she stuffed it into her straw purse. Carl did the same thing with his suit. Then they went over to the motor bike and hopped on.
"Are you in any condition to drive?" she asked.
"Sure. Why not?"
"Because I think you're a little drunk, that's why."
"You're drunk too."
"I'm not driving."
"Neither am I," he said as he gunned the bike up the hill. He rode like hell and probably scared the shit out of Nancy a few times but she didn't complain or anything. He stopped when they got to the top.
"Any more questions?"
"Okay, I'm a believer," she said.
"Just make sure you stay that way."
"Yes sir."
"That's what I like to hear. Yeah."
Then he tore off down the road. He drove not as fast as he would have liked to. He was loaded, Nancy was right and he certainly didn't want to put them both in the hospital. So he took it nice and slow and they enjoyed the ride and by the time they got back to the hotel Carl felt like another drink. He gave the bike to a guy who worked for the hotel to park. Then they went through the large lobby to get to the elevators. It was crowded and a lot of people must have looked at them because they were drunk and laughing and making a lot of noise but they didn't really give a shit what the other people thought.
Carl finally managed to get the key into the door and they piled into their room. Carl flopped on the bed. Nancy fell on top of him.
"Ugh. How much do you weigh?" he asked.
"Don't get fresh." t "Seriously."
"About one hundred and ten, maybe fifteen. Why?"
"Felt like more than that just now."
"How much does it feel like when you're sucking my little cunt?" she asked.
"Light as a feather."
"That was the right answer. Didn't know if you were going to be able to come up with it or not."
"I always get it up or come up with it or whatever you want," he said. "Wanna drink."
"Sure."
"Scotch or wine?" he asked as he got up off the bed. "Scotch."
"Good." He made some drinks and gave her one. They were both getting a little tipsy but it really didn't matter. At least it didn't matter right at that moment but it never does really. It's only the next morning that you regret. But then, you only go around once so Carl had a basically what the hell attitude.
"I don't want you to get drunk," he said.
"I already am drunk," said Nancy as she took off her clothes. "Yeah, a nice shower right now would fix me up just fine," she said as she staggered into the bathroom.
Presently Carl heard the sound of the running water. He sat down in the chair and lit a cigarette. He drank steadily until she came out and flopped on the bed, naked, desirable, available.
Carl looked at her. She had four breasts, all nice and big and so suckable and touchable. He would have liked to touch them but he seriously doubted if he could have made it. It would have been very impressive if he fell flat on his face in front of her.
"What are you looking at?" she asked.
"Your tits."
"How do they look?"
"Great. They always look great to me."
"You can be so nice when you want to be," she said.
"I have to be inspired."
"Do I inspire you?"
"Sometimes."
"You fink," she yelled.
"Would you rather I bed to you?"
"Sometimes, yes."
That stopped him alright. Right in his tracks. He took a long pull out of his drink. The room was beginning to spin. Or he was. At any rate something was happening.
Then he passed out.
Nancy looked down at his unconscious body. Even though she had had a lot to drink, she still remembered the thrills and excitements she had experienced when she was writhing on End of his prick. It would probably be one of the main things that kept Nancy with Carl.
She sat down in the chair and listened to his slow, regular breathing for a while as she smoked a cigarette. Then she finished her drink and ground out her butt in the ashtray. She turned off the lights and crawled in next to him. He didn't budge an inch.
"Fucking hog," cursed Nancy under her breath.
She robed him over so that there was room for her on the bed as well. Then she dropped off to sleep.
The cannons sounded off inside of Carl's head. The light that streamed into the room seemed to pierce his closed eyes and go all the way through his head. His mouth was sticky and he had a rotten taste in it.
He opened his eyes once. Then something inside of him told him that if he laid perfectly still it might go away. He laid perfectly still. It even hurt him when he breathed.
Nancy stirred beside him. She opened her eyes and sat slowly up in bed and held her head.
"Christ, I didn't drink that much," she said softly.
Carl just laid there. After a while he got the courage to open his eyes. He raised his head up a little and moaned.
"Good morning sleeping beauty."
"Ugh."
"It's a lovely day out. Let's go for a bike ride huh?"
"Get my gun and put me out of my misery," moaned Carl.
"Want a cigarette?" she asked. "Yeah."
Nancy lit one and handed it to him. He dragged on it as he slowly became more awake. The pain in his body increased accordingly.
"Relief is on the way," she said.
'I'll make it."
"Feel like some breakfast?" she asked.
"Yeah. You?"
"OK."
She ordered it. Then she sat down on the bed and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips.
"Tonight's the party," she said.
"Oh Christ," he moaned.
"I thought you knew."
"I must have forgotten."
He held his hands out in front of him. They were shaking.
"Just the thing I need to open a safe. Yes sir. Jail, here we come. Might as well make the reservation right now."
"We can always call it off."
"I'm only kidding around, it'll be OK."
He wasn't kidding around, really but the last thing he wanted to do was to get Nancy all nervous and excited. No, he'd be alright by tonight. It wasn't his favorite way of working but he could hack it. He did before on several occasions and he could again. He was a pro, he knew his job and he usually did it just as web no matter how he happened to feel at the time.
It was eight-thirty when they got to the party. The manservant let them in and Carlos came up to them immediately.
"How nice of you to grace my house," he said warmly.
Nancy introduced the two men who shook hands. Actually he wasn't a bad guy at all.
There were perhaps a hundred people there. Carl and Carlos made some small talk. Carl's eyes cased the place and put everything Nancy had told him into its proper place. A passing waiter stopped and they took some drinks off his tray. It was a nice party. The people were beautiful, the booze was good and nobody seemed like they wanted anything from anybody else except a good time. Except Carl.
After a while Carlos went off to greet some of his other guests.
"He'll be back," said Nancy.
"I know. I think I'll give him his chance too. Bedroom up those stairs?" he asked.
"Last door down."
"Where's the bathroom?"
"It's in the bedroom I think."
"OK, if you see me suddenly disappear you'll know where I am," he said casually.
"OK."
"Keep Don Juan occupied until I come back."
"Anything else?"
"Nope, just hope there's something in there worth taking," he said softly, almost in a whisper.
Ninety minutes later Carl got his chance. Things were livening up a bit. He saw his chance and took it. Nancy saw him slowly walk up the stairs. He found the bedroom alright. He had planned to tell anyone that he was looking for the bathroom, should they ask.
There was no one in the bedroom. He closed the door and found the wall safe in five minutes. There was a lot of noise coming from downstairs. All of a sudden he had a feeling. It wasn't right somehow. He stopped trying to listen to the tumblers and spun the dial and swung the painting back into its place. Then he went into the bathroom just for appearances sake.
He came back downstairs. Carlos was talking with Nancy.
"Enjoying the party?" he asked as Carl came up to them.
"Very much, you have a lovely house."
"Yes I saw you go upstairs."
"I used your convenience," said Carl.
"Of course. Now you must excuse me, I have other guests to see. You must come again."
"We'd love to," said Carl.
Nancy gave Carlos a kiss on the cheek.
"How'd it go?" she asked after he was gone.
"I chickened out."
"How come?"
"I got a bad feeling, like I was going to get caught."
"I thought he was going to go up after you," she said, "I almost fainted."
"It was too hard. There was too great a chance of someone just walking in on me. It's not worth it for the cufflinks I could have snatched either," he said.
"I agree," she said as she took his arm. They joined the rest of the people and had a pretty good time.
