The characters in this novel concern themselves almost exclusively with sex. They enjoy sex. They act out many emotional dramas by sexual activity. Sex is the base drive of these fictional characters. Thus, their activities prompt an introductory few words regarding the abundance of sexual matter in this book.
Fictional characters are, after all, the author's version of some people. Contemporary women and men are driven to a large extent by the sex drive: they seek sexual gratification and find it by various techniques. Therefore, if this work seems overly concentrated upon sex, it is only because we live in a sexually-oriented society and adult fiction must report the circumstance and the people, who make up our civilization. A novel can communicate the signs of the times. It can also entertain. This one does both.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"You're an eyeful, Millie," I said to the pert young redhead sitting next to me in Central Park, as I gazed hungrily at her good-looking face and lovely heart-shaped mouth.
She had bright red hair and was breathtakingly stacked. "I could use this bench we're sitting on for a love-match--wrestle to the finish," I added, now staring into her cool, limpid, hazel eyes.
She smiled and winked. "Of course you could! I've seen that wolf look in your eyes all afternoon, and your drooling isn't exactly invisible!"
Tony Bond is my name. Millie, combination hostess and waitress in a better-class bar and grill in Manhattan, and I had struck up a friendship and started going steady.
This was Millie's day off and we had gone strolling in Central Park with the idea of going to Dawson's on East 53rd Street later for dinner.
It was her idea to spend a quiet day in the park because of the lovely June weather. She had wanted a change of scenery so we decided to work out the present schedule.
Evening drew closer and we headed for Dawson's. While we waited to be served, sitting in a quiet corner, I slid my hand under the table and playfully tickled her under the knee.
"Hot nuts and chocolate sundae, Millie," I said. "How do you feel?"
"Hungry enough to eat a horse," she laughed.
She moved her knee against mine and held it there for a short while then moved it away. She whispered in a low voice, "Control yourself, darling. Even though you're tall, dark and handsome and have the most winsome smile ever, I'm not going to invite you to my apartment and spread my legs apart for you!"
I noted she had a twinkle in her eyes as she spoke; perhaps she found this sort of talk amusing. To me it was mostly frustrating.
"Tsk, tsk, honey," I murmured, "how you do carry on!" I visualized crawling atop her beautifully stacked body, both of us as naked as a couple of jaybirds, and going to town as only a couple of true lovers could. But I thought I'd go along with her talk.
"I believe a woman shouldn't make it too hard for a man if he shows he wants to go to bed with her," I said.
"I'm a lady," she retorted with emphasis, "not some cheap whore... "
"Of course you're a lady," I murmured, and ran my hand lightly against her thigh. "I don't think a girl's a whore if she simply likes to screw. Some girls like to screw for the pleasure, while others earn a living at it--so what?"
She placed her hand over mine and squeezed it. "I get to meet all kinds of people on my job, and most of the male customers are pretty rugged. If they like a waitress, they want to date her real pronto. Their main purpose is to wine and dine them--soften 'em up with bourbon and then make the conquest."
"I guess it's the way of life, Millie. A man has to use any trick in the bag to get a woman to go to bed with him."
She laughed briefly. "I suppose so." She looked around, afraid the waiter would steal up and overhear our remarks. She knew a waiter could be an informer, the kind that passed tips to a columnist, like asking, who was the saucy gal exchanging naughty comments with a handsome fella last night at Dawson's?
Millie knew the score and wasn't a dumb bunny, nor did she shyly steer away from talking sex as long as it wasn't out-and-out sordid.
"By the way," she said abruptly, "did you read that story about a twenty-six-year-old man who maintained separate homes with three women he married? He didn't let any of 'em know about the others. Can you imagine the wear and tear, plus the expense?"
"That's one for the books," I grinned. "Imagine trying to accommodate three women all at one time!"
She went on talking. "Not only did he father two children with one wife, another is the mother of an infant son, and the third woman is about six months pregnant."
"A stud if there ever was one," I said mildly.
Brightly she went on: "It took a sharp-eyed woman--one of the wives, to get the police to investigate after she had found an invoice for a camera in his trousers made out to the second woman."
I recalled the story. The man in question had explained to his wives that his absence from home was because he held three jobs. He had avoided being an outright bigamist by having forged certificates to show marriage.
"You must admit," she said in a sugary tone, "here is a man who had three women on the match, yet there are men who have a difficult time getting even one girl."
I looked at her in amusement and nodded. "How true," I commented quietly, "but then again, who can explain why?"
Variety was the spice of life, I suddenly thought. Men who cheated on their wives and vice versa, it seemed, had always been the style as far back as I cared to remember. I had a friend who visited a woman in a housing project several times a week; her husband held a night job. Since he wasn't a person who enjoyed having intercourse more than once a week, his wife got her sexual satisfaction with her outside caller.
I happened to know the man; he had a list of dames, married and single, who phoned him to come over, and he would date them until he tired of them and sought other green pastures. Often he'd allow a year to go by, then start the circle again. Often enough, a few of the woman showed their anger for his not making the rounds as often as they liked, and they'd tell him they were having their periods. He'd shrug, stay around for a brief while, then phone his next prospect from a pay booth until he got the 'sure, come right over' invitation.
I recall asking my acquaintance, who I'll call Harry: "Suppose one of the irate husbands catches you at it, then what will you do?"
"I'll cross that bridge when I get to it," was his quiet answer. "But this I'll say I won't stand idly by if any rough stuff comes my way; and I won't stand in the way of a pistol."
No, of course not, I thought.
I didn't have to fear anyone busting in on us if Millie and I ever got hot for each other and finally went to bed together. Oh, how I wished for that! At first I thought she'd have a string of boy friends--she was attractive enough. But I was glad to be her one and only.
We enjoyed our steak dinner and Italian wine and chatted until we decided to leave.
"Oh, Millie baby," I sighed before paying the check, "I'd like to spend some bedtime with you. Would you kindly consent to it?"
"None of that," she said in a low voice. "I don't want you raping me in any hallway after you escort me out of here."
"I have a lovely apartment--why not visit with me tonight?"
She didn't reply.
"You have a lovely apartment--why don't I visit with you?"
v "I have a bright pencil box," she quipped, "would you like a sharp-pointed pencil jab?"
I suddenly imagined what a delight she would be, stripped of her street clothing, and I'd be also stripped and we'd both be standing in her bedroom. What a vision of loveliness she'd be! I literally drooled with that thought in mind.
Then I recalled reading an article that said: "Oversexed inclinations can kill a man in his own bedroom. A man lives on a diet of rich food. When he's fifty, he wants to perform like a twenty-five- year-old lover. Then there is the sex-mad woman who seeks multiple orgasms. If being oversexed can be fatal, a sex-hungry man can ask, is there a better way to die?"
I thought of Danish girls who had sexual experiences by the time they were sixteen or seventeen. "I said to Millie: "In some foreign countries girls have sexual experiences long before they're seventeen. What do you think of that, honey?"
"Don't have a comment right now," she replied. "But this I will say: I wouldn't want any daughter of mine laying around like a rug before she is married."
"It isn't what the parents want, you know," I commented dryly. "A girl can be as innocent as a child when the villain comes along in form of a nice-looking, inviting man. A shining knight in armor, so to speak. He courts her by carrying her books home from school, taking her to the movies, buying her a malt and all that jazz."
"Yes," she said after taking a deep breath, "I get what you mean. First the boy and girl are going for a walk, then in gradual steps they find better out-of-the-way places to go, then suddenly they want to marry."
"That's the pattern, all right," I agreed.
She continued. "If the girl becomes pregnant, the marriage comes off without any protests from either of their parents. If nothing results, a great big noise is made and the couple are forced to separate or be cut off without a penny."
I listened attentively. Millie wasn't hard to engage in any sort of conversation and I liked her style of gab; I gathered she liked mine.
She had a beautiful pair of knockers, I said to myself, at the same time thinking of the voluptuous sequence I had seen in a movie somewhere, where the beautiful girl with a natural flow of golden hair ran naked in the woods until she was captured by her lover wearing a flimsy pair of shorts.
The scene that followed showed a session of passionate love by the two--a pair of attractive bodies suddenly became one as they moaned in ecstasy.
* * *
I counted the minutes until I could seduce Millie; the urge to pull down her panties without any resistance from her surged through me. I also wanted to fondle her breasts and beautifully shaped thighs and kiss her and screw her until we were spent.
Happy that Millie had accepted my attention above those of all the others who wise-cracked with her over the meals she served and left generous tips to build themselves in her favor, I often grinned from ear to ear thinking about it. She had politely warded them off. Occasionally she had gone on dates, but they would taper off. Her dates, she knew, had one thing in mind, and that was to get her to give and then leave her. She always nipped such plans in the bud.
But we had hit it off almost instantly; she had served me my dinner and I had remarked how nice the weather was for the near-end of June. Truthfully, it was the warmest day we had had for almost three weeks, and she answered that it was like spring and laughingly said she still had to wear her rabbit furs to keep the chill away from her shoulders.
After my third visit to the Crystal Bar and Grill, Millie had accepted my invitation to visit a nightclub and later have dinner at Dawson's. When I got her home, she didn't invite me into her apartment, but we stayed in the hall and embraced and kissed--her arms were around my neck--proof enough for me that she liked me.
Between kisses, and much in doubt as to how far I could go with her, my hands roamed up and down her spine. When our kisses started to sizzle, I moved closer, pushing my leg in between hers, and immediately I began running my hand over her thighs. I was really hot for her!
When we paused for air, she murmured against my cheek, "Oh, Tony darling, I'm beginning to orbit!"
"Yes, I know," I gasped in her ear. "I can feel the beat of your heart!"
"Darling," she went on, "I feel as if I've known you all my life."
"In that case, invite me inside," I said in sudden bravado. "Let me show you how the old machinery works, now that it's properly tuned up."
She placed a firm finger on my lips and said softly, "Please let's not spoil this nice friendship with talk about coming in my apartment. We've just met... we hardly know each other."
"That's true," I answered, "but since time and tide wait for no man--no woman either, for that matter--we shouldn't hesitate." I paused briefly. "Let me show you how the old machinery works--oh, I said that a while ago. But you must admit it's a pretty good idea."
"You talk smoothly, darling," she murmured, pressing her cheek to mine, "but you must control yourself." Saying this, she pushed herself away and immediately fumbled for her key. She opened her apartment door. "I'll see you again," she went on. After she entered her apartment she faced me and added, "Will I?"
"Of course you will!" I quickly replied, realizing how hot I was for her now and really couldn't do anything about it. Oh, if she'd only invite me inside!
Suddenly I put my foot in the doorway. "Please let me in for a nightcap. I promise you I'll behave."
"Sorry, Tony." She was all honey now, "I don't have a thing to offer. Please remove your foot and let's say goodnight."
"Oh, come on, honey," I implored, "I'm in no mood or condition to be sent away. I just want to show you how much I think about you--with hugs and kisses."
She laughed softly and opened the door wider for me to enter, "Very well, come in. I'll rustle up a cup or two of coffee."
I closed the door carefully behind me and followed her into the kitchen and watched her put on the coffee. She took a strawberry shortcake from the refrigerator and cut two slices. I surmised she wasn't a big eater, for she sliced only a small portion for herself.
While eating strawberry cake and sipping my coffee, I could see how lovely Millie looked in the soft glow of the floor lamp. She'd make a perfect a little wife, I thought. After we were married--that is, if I were to assume we would eventually be--I'd be a true lover and I'd never look at another girl, so help me!
I felt I just had to hold her in my arms. I was on pins and needles with thoughts of possessing her.
I was aware of the fact that she had to get up early the next day, so I prepared to leave. "Will you see me to the door?" I asked, hoping she would, for there I'd take her in my arms and kiss her goodnight.
She accompanied me to the door. Before she could reach for the knob, I moved in close and encircled her waist with my arms. "Millie, I'm like putty in your hands!" Saying this, I planted my mouth on hers and held her firmly. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me with equal fervor.
Her firm breasts pressed closer as I slid my arms up around her shoulders. She was warm and delightfully cozy. We kissed without further speaking; my leg moved in closer between hers. We remained in that position for a long interval, then she gradually pushed out of my arms, saying softly, "I think we had better say goodnight."
"Goodnight," I murmured huskily.
CHAPTER TWO
My crotch was still aching with frustration when I got back to my lonely bachelor pad, and I went to bed with a hard-on. I had to get my thoughts off Millie if I was going to get any sleep at all. I managed to get them off Millie finally--but not off sex. Other girls I had laid in my young Casanova career flashed before my mind's eye in tantalizing parade. Half waking, half sleeping, my thoughts roved back to a vivid, bizarre, memorable sex interlude way back when I was hardly more than a kid, just turned twenty one, and the whole thing passed before me, like an old movie on TV.
It was shortly after I had left my folks home in a small Midwest town, to strike out for myself. I was living with some relatives in a fair-sized city. Things were pretty bad for me because I didn't know anyone there, and I was getting hard up for some pussy. My cousin seemed to have plenty of girl friends, but he never could find one for me.
One night, we decided we would go to a whore house. I was all for it, because it had been a long time since I had even seen a pussy. My cousin had a friend who knew all the good places to go, so we took him along with us. We got to this place, we parked our car and went around to the side of the house. We rang the doorbell, and a middle-aged woman answered it. She already knew my cousin's friend, but she didn't know us. Finally, after a little talking, he convinced her that we weren't there to raid the place or anything like that. She invited us into this room that was pretty big, and there were two nice-looking girls standing there.
My cousin picked the one he wanted, and his friend picked the other one. I started to follow upstairs but one of the girls turned around and told me to wait. Hell, it was the first time I had ever been to a whore house, so I didn't know any better. The madam told me they were short- handed that night for some reason, so I had to wait my turn.
Well, I went over to a chair and sat down and waited for one of the boys to come back down. I had sat there for about ten minutes when my cousin's friend came back with one of the girls. I got up and followed her upstairs. We went into this room that must have been hers. There was a bed and a dresser, and a few other things.
The girl was a damn nice-looking little broad. She had long blonde hair that was fixed in a ponytail. Her breasts were small, but they were firm. She had a nice rounded butt that was as soft as a pillow full of soft feathers. The first thing she told me to do, was to take my pecker out of my pants so that she could examine it to see if I had any kind of a disease. After she had found out I hadn't any disease, she took my money and went downstairs with it. She told me to get undressed while she was gone.
So I started taking my clothes off and by the time she returned I was naked as the day I was born. Then, she started taking her own clothes off. Believe me, she sure as hell looked good! After she got undressed, she told me to lie down on the bed, which I did.
She lay down on the bed and grabbed my hard cock. Then she slowly brought her mouth down on it and began to suck and lick it. Her tongue was going all over the head of my hard organ, and I was getting hotter than a two-peckered billy-goat. She kept on sucking me for about five minutes, and then she stopped and told me to move over. I moved over, and she lay down on her back. She asked me if I was ready, and I told her I was, so she spread her legs and I climbed in between them. She grabbed my cock and guided it into her hole, I started fucking her, and it didn't take me long to shoot my wad because it had been so damn long since I had got any snatch.
After I was done, I climbed off her, and she got up and went over to a wash-basin and washed her snatch off. Then we both went downstairs. We stood around and talked for a while, and then we left.
* * *
The next time we went to this whore house, there were all kinds of girls there. I sure as hell didn't have to wait around this time. I picked the girl that I wanted, and we went upstairs. I had to go through the same damn thing I went through before. I gave her the money, and she took it downstairs, and I started taking my clothes off. When she came back, she took her clothes off, and we got on the bed. This girl was a little bit different than the other one I had. Her breasts were a lot bigger, and she was a little bit bigger, but she sure knew how to give a good cocksucking!
She told me to lie down on the bed, so I did. She took my cock in her hand and put it in her mouth. The little whore really gave me a good cocksucking. She went through the same procedure as the first one. I could have got a lot more done to me, but I didn't have the money to spend.
Well, we kept on going over there, and I got to be a real good friend with the lady that ran the place. I also was good friends with a few of the girls that worked there, and they would do a lot of things for me, without taking any money.
One night I was over there, and Hilda, that was the madam of the place, let me in on something that was really very interesting. It seems that she would let people that didn't have anything to do with her place use some of the rooms to indulge in their own private little orgies. The thing that was so unusual was that these people were lesbians, male lovers, mothers and daughters, fathers and sons and almost every kind of perversion you could think of! She had little peepholes in the walls where you could watch any one of these unusual sex acts you wanted to.
She led me down this hall, and pulled the cover off one of the peepholes, so that I could look inside the room. What I saw was one hell of a surprise to me. There was a young girl and a man sitting on the bed. The girl must have been about seventeen or eighteen, and the man was in his middle forties. Hilda told me that they were father and daughter! I had heard about things like this, but I sure as hell had never seen anything like it before!
The girl was wearing a real tight sweater and a pair of skin-tight blue jeans. Both of them got up off the bed and the man put his arms around the girl and started kissing her. Then he grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it up over her head and threw it to the floor. He started kissing her on the neck and at the top of her full, ripe breasts. He reached behind her and unsnapped the hooks on her bra, letting her creamy white tits tumble out. He then lowered his head and began to kiss all around the hard, brown nipples. He put them in his mouth and sucked on them until I thought he would pull them right out of their sockets. The girl was beginning to react from all of the sucking and squeezing on her tits. She was grabbing the back of his head and pushing it hard against her tits.
Then he reached for the zipper on her jeans and pulled it down. He pulled the jeans down over her luscious hips, and let them fall to the floor. Next, he grabbed the top of her panties and pulled them down. Now, she was standing there displaying a fully developed body; I had to fight down the urge to walk in there myself and take the girl away from him!
Next, the girl started undressing her father. She unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. Then, she unfastened his belt and pulled his zipper down. She grabbed at the top of his pants and yanked them down over his butt. She then pulled his shorts down, and began to play with his hard erect prick. She was pulling and jerking on his tool, and he was rubbing her small, soft breasts.
The girl got down on her knees and took his cock in her mouth and began to suck on it. She took her tongue and licked all around the head of his penis. The girl's father was going wild. His eyes started rolling back into their sockets, and he started making sounds of pleasure. His whole body was shaking from the erotic feelings he was receiving. He started begging her to stop before he shot off in her mouth. Filially, she stopped and stood in front of him.
He put his arm around her, and led her to the bed. They both lay down, and he placed his hand on her soft pussy and began to rub it. The girl spread her legs, and he put his hand down between them. He started rubbing his finger up and down the entire length of her slit, and she grabbed his cock and started rubbing it with all the fury of a violent storm.
I watched his finger, as it entered her wet juicy hole. His finger was going in and out of her like a fast-moving piston, and her hips were beginning to move in a circular motion. From the low-pitched screams, and the moans and groans coming from the girl, you would think she was being tortured, but I could tell that she was experiencing the most enjoyable thing that could ever happen to a human being. Her old man was giving her a good "finger-fucking."
All of a sudden he took his finger out of her hole and put his mouth down on her pussy. He pushed his tongue as far as he could into her, and moved it all around the inside of her cunt. Her ass was moving up and down, pounding the hell out of his face.
He brought his legs over her body, and his cock was right up in her face. She grabbed it and put her round, red lips around the head of his thing and sucked very gently on it. He was still eating her pussy, and every time she would suck on his cock, the girl would push her finger into his asshole. She just kept on pushing until her whole finger was inserted. Then, she started working it in and out very slowly, making him gasp with the pleasure her finger was giving him.
Finally, a shudder of pure pleasure went through her lovely body, and I knew she had reached her climax. Her father started moving his ass up and down, faster and faster, ramming his hard cock farther into her throat. I thought for sure that he would choke her to death with his thing, but she o' was taking every bit of it. Then, I heard her gulping the cum from his pecker. It was all over for both of them, and I was so damn hot that I took one of Hilda's girls and got myself a free piece of ass. After I had taken care of my needs I headed for home...
At that point my dream or reverie, lost coherence and I fell into fitful sleep--still with that stone-ache in my groin. I had to admit those old times in the whore house were a weird thing to remember--but my frustrating session with Millie had somehow set it off.
CHAPTER THREE
I phoned Millie at the place where she worked and asked if I could visit her that night. I wanted to discuss the vacation I finally planned for us both. I had spent the day in Newark where I had made several air-conditioner sales pitches to prospective buyers. But my mind wasn't on air-conditioning.
She laughed. "Sure, come over this evening. I'll be expecting you!"
Later that night in Millie's apartment we had cocktails. I was thinking how nice it would be if I could take her in my arms and make torrid love to her. However, knowing Millie as I did, this would take some doing. As far as I knew, she wasn't the kind that went to bed with every Tom, Dick and Harry. If she had been an easy lay, the word would have been spread around for sure. A secret like having cute, winsome Millie in bed was a coveted thing and the path to her apartment would have been a well-beaten one.
I sat there on the sofa looking at her as she sat in a chair facing me. A coffee table separated us. I patted the place beside me and said, "Sit here, will you, Millie? Anyone would think we're strangers, to see the distance between us."
She laughed a soft laugh. "Suppose I tell you I feel safe sitting away from you?" There was a look of amusement in her eyes. "You're no different from the others," she went on, "you want to paw and get me on the sofa."
I grinned, but did not say anything. I was thinking about Joan Wilder suddenly, a luscious blonde with blue eyes, whom I had picked up at The Bluebird Tavern about a month ago. She had played it cool with me. I thought at first she wasn't interested in me, but after a couple of bourbons she became amorous and insisted that I accompany her to her apartment.
No sooner had we stepped into her room, than she had shed her clothing and threw her arms around my neck and began kissing me like mad.
"Make me want to cry for help, big boy!" she cooed unsteadily in my ear. She swayed slightly and I surmised the drinks she had were working on her.
"In what way, baby?" I asked, suddenly filled with anticipation and eager to have this beautiful dish all to myself.
"Oh," she said, belly-rolling against me, "if I don't get you steaming, darling, I really want to know why... get me, darling?"
I grinned and began kissing her savagely; my hands fondled every bit of her back, ass and lower thighs... the touch of her literally had my head spinning. I grabbed her by the ass and drew her up closer to me. I could feel her voluptuous body tremble against me... her fingers stabbed in my shoulders while she groaned in delight.
In a matter of minutes, I speculated, she would be crying for me to take her to bed. Her body began to pull against me even more. Then I began to cup one of her full, ripe breasts and brought it to my lips, tasting its warmth with lingering pleasure.
I was pressing against her with increasing firmness and she began crying, "Take me, darling... take me!" I pushed my leg in between hers and worked forward. She suddenly cried again, "Oh, I know there's nothing wrong with you, honey--what's holding you back? Broomstick or umbrella, I must have you now!"
She bit me on the ear and I stifled a cry of pain, but quickly placed my hand over her mouth and began kissing her breasts, which I had exposed with a clean sweep of my free hand.
"Oh, hot drawers, my love!" I gasped in her ear after I removed my hand from her mouth, "I want to enter your pearly gates, but I don't want this to be a quickie... let's wrestle a bit, honey!"
She stopped holding me and grabbing me by the arm, dragged me to the bedroom. "Here's the battle area," she said with a wild look in her eyes. "Get out of your clothes!" She immediately went for my fly and unzipped me; her hand was inside my trousers and she began to fumble at taking it out; however, the firmness made that impossible.
"Why don't you undress, baby?" I said evenly, and drew away from her, fighting the urge to lift her bodily and carry her to the bed. "Meanwhile, I'll shed these conventionals."
She said nothing and moved in closer. I grinned when I caught her expression. I didn't know whether she was going to fall on her knees and work her mouth forward or lie on her back on the floor.
"Come on, honey," I gasped, getting restless at her silly game, "I can't hold out any longer. We might have some trouble later, you know. Have you heard of a man having an orgasm before it was time, because the feeling was too great for him?" Reluctantly she moved away and immediately began undressing; I also worked at shedding my clothing. We were both naked in a short time. The sight of her lovely breasts and beautiful woman- treasure made me eager to get her on the bed.
Within seconds we were on the bed, holding onto each other, kissing and groaning with pleasure as we prepared to start the machinery in motion.
Suddenly with her two hands, she held me back. She said: "Not, yet, my darling stud pony! First I want to be made love to. I want you to caress me, fondle me, until I can't take it any longer!"
"Anything, anything!" I gasped, "but don't let me move away from you!"
My mouth was against hers and we twisted and turned for every bit of burning feeling we derived from it. Her breasts were firm and pointed now, and I tenderly held one and squeezed it; then I ran my hand up and down her thigh. I was working myself into a lather.
She was literally frothing at the mouth and biting me on the ear-lobe, kissing me all over my face and forehead.
"Oh, you really dig me!" she gasped between kisses. She suddenly leaned forward, her mouth working downward toward my middle, and then like a hungry pup her lips caressed my erect organ. With wild delight and a low moan she expressed a sigh of relief and contentment.
I tenderly caressed her lovely head of hair and sighed, as I leaned back, at the soothing enveloping bliss that was taking hold of me. Then a great trembling seized me...
It was over even before I expected it to be; I somehow felt I had been cheated. If we had remained just as we were when we first started, I would have enjoyed her even more. However, I was partly satisfied with the soothing relief from the burning desire to possess her the more natural way.
My chance came when we went for the second round. I had her body now. I played with her breasts, squeezed her thighs and plowed forth like a race horse headed for the finishing line. When it was over, we both were pleased. I was very much satisfied.
I didn't see Joan for a long time after that, and I had often wondered if she had met the ultimate man she had been searching for.
* * *
Subsequently I met Millie and fell for her like a ton of bricks. I aimed to marry her, if she'd have me. But then again, I wanted to be sure I'd make enough to support us both. I also wanted a nice nest-egg, something to rely upon just in case I was suddenly out of work with a wife to support. I was in the business of selling air-conditioners for a well-known firm, and my commissions were good.
My thoughts turned to Joan Wilder again. I began to feel pretty warm inside, and fervently wished Millie and I could have a go at it--a wild tussle on her bed, with her finally giving in to me.
After a brief silence, Millie turned and said, "Tony, darling, you're so different from the others I've known... I've a terrible crush on you."
I grinned. "Millie, you're the tops!" I kissed her when she lifted her mouth to mine. With my arms around her, I drew her closer.
"Thanks, honey melon," she said, when our lips separated briefly. "I think you're the tops, too!" Kissing like this was a thing of beauty. My hand roamed around her waist and then I caressed her ass. She sighed and I murmured in delight in her ear, "If you were only fast, footloose and fancy free, I'd make a conquest of you!"
She pushed herself out of my embrace and said angrily, "I'm not fast, footloose and fancy free, Tony, and you remember that!"
"Sorry," I hastened to say.
"Behave yourself, then," she pouted, gently slapping my wrist. "Now--" she went on with emphasis, "what was the big thing you were going to tell me about? You sounded so enthusiastic over the phone."
"Oh, Millie, please forgive me," I said in a serious tone, "I don't know why I forgot so easily. Maybe the idea of being with you like this took my mind away from what I had planned to talk about."
"So, tell me already," she insisted in a comic dialect. "Believe me, if you don't--with a bag of bagels I'll give you, across the head!"
I grinned at her attempt to be funny. I said abruptly, "I think I've landed a couple of large orders in air-conditioners, and I'm sure of a good commission. What do you say, shall we take a trip to Bermuda after summer is done? Just you and me alone, in a cabin for two?"
"Oh?" she murmured, "a cabin for two! Who is the other person, your nephew?"
I grinned, knowing she had heard me correctly. "No, baby," I retorted mildly, "you and me!" I was forward this time; I couldn't afford to be bashful. Either I laid my cards on the table or forever held my peace.
"I like the idea very much--going to Bermuda, that is." She eyed me quizzically. "But we can't share a cabin unless we're married to each other."
"A regular spoil-sport you are, honey," I said, pretending I was offended because she hadn't greeted my proposal a little more enthusiastically.
"Maybe so," she said evenly. "Anyway, let's pretend you didn't invite me to go to Bermuda- let's agree that you'll keep that beautiful trip for our honeymoon--if ever."
"All right, fine." I said, happy she hadn't turned on me like a hell-cat, using her sharp teeth and claws to show her disapproval, real or pretended, of what I had suggested. "We'll save the trip for our honeymoon."
CHAPTER FOUR
That night I went home frustrated again, and believe it or not, in spite of my efforts to put sex out of my fevered mind, the same old dream or reverie about those whore house adventures took over again, taking up right where it had left off!
I had told my cousin all about what I had seen, even though Hilda had told me not to say a word about it to anyone. I was just too damn excited to keep my mouth shut. My cousin said he would like to get in on this, and I told him that I would talk to Hilda about it. I was pretty sure that she wouldn't let anyone else in on this Peeping Tom thing. Hell, she might even tell me to get lost, after she found out I had told somebody!
Well, I decided not to say anything to Hilda about telling my cousin. I figured that if I wanted to stay in good with her, I would have to keep my mouth shut.
Soon afterwards I decided it was time for some more excitement, so I hopped in my car and headed for Hilda's place. When I arrived, I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. She came to the door and let me in. I told her I was ready to see some more of her little exhibits, so she led me down a hall and into a small room. This was a little different setup from the hole in the wall. This room had four small television sets in it, and each one of them had a different number. Hilda explained to me that each number stood for a different room. She asked me which room I wanted to watch and I told her I would like to watch Room Three. She walked over to the television set marked Three and turned it on.
As soon as the picture came on, I saw a large room with a bed, upon which lay a young boy about eleven or twelve years old. Next to him, was an older woman. Hilda sure as hell had a nice setup in this place, and I had more fun just watching these people than I did fucking her whores.
Now, things were starting to happen! The woman was reaching for the zipper on the little boy's pants, and she pulled it down. Then, she reached inside his pants and pulled his little pecker out, and started to play with it. Almost at once, it began to get erect. I saw Hilda reach for a TV switch, and then I could hear the sound. This old gal had thought of everything. To my surprise, the couple in the room were mother and son!
Now, the woman was taking the boy's pants down. His little pecker was standing straight out and she was playing around with it. She pushed him gently down on the bed and took his cock in her hand and peeled the skin back. Then, she put the end of his dong in her mouth and began to lick and suck on it.
"How does that feel, Tommy?" she asked.
"That feels real good," he moaned. "Don't stop!"
Well, the old gal just kept on sucking his little thing and he was going wild. Then, she stood up and reached behind her and unzipped her dress. She pulled it down over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Then, she grabbed the bottom of her slip and pulled it up over the top of her head. Now, she was standing there with nothing on but a pair of pants and a bra. The little boy was lying there on the bed just looking at her. His little pecker was throbbing like a sore thumb.
The woman reached behind her and unsnapped her bra and pulled it off her shoulders. Then she pulled her panties down over her lovely, soft hips, and let them fall to the floor. She was standing there naked, and the boy jumped up off the bed and put his hand on the soft, black patch of hair on her belly. She reached down and patted him on his head and spread her legs. His hand went down between her legs, and began to massage the soft flesh of her pussy. His mother grabbed his hand and pulled it away. She put her hand on the back of his head and pushed his face into her pussy. I saw his tongue dart out of his mouth and lick her erect clitoris.
Well, the woman was beginning to get a little shook up herself, and she was backing up toward the bed. When she got to the bed, she lay down and spread her legs far apart. The boy was right in there with his little tongue just licking and sucking on her clit. She was going wild now. Her hips were rotating and groaning from all the pleasure she was receiving. Suddenly, the boy stopped and started removing his pants. When he got his pants off, he laid down between his mother's legs and pushed his little dick into her. She wrapped her legs around his body and put her hands on his buttocks and pushed his thing into her just as hard as she could.
I will admit it looked odd as hell to see an eleven-year-old boy screwing his own mother, and possibly it was a little bit sickening to me, but it sure as hell wasn't bothering either one of them. In fact, they were enjoying it so much, I'll bet they did it every day.
Finally, the boy started ramming it in real fast, and I knew that he was just about ready to shoot his load into her. His whole body stiffened up and he made a low moaning sound and then he fell down on her and lay there gasping for air. Both of them got up and started dressing, so I figured the show was over. Hilda told me to stick around because there was going to be another orgy in that room in a few minutes. So I sat there talking to Hilda, and pretty soon, a young boy and girl walked into the room.
They were both about seventeen years old, and Hilda told me they were brother and sister. I thought to myself, these people must be crazy as hell, or maybe what Hilda said wasn't really true, but it was no concern of mine. I was there to watch the things they were involved in, and these two weren't wasting any time.
* * *
The girl started undressing herself, and I could see that she was really built. Her hair was long and black. She had dark brown eyes, and the most delicious red lips I had ever seen. Her breasts were large and firm with the nipples standing out straight. Both of them were undressed now, and he was walking toward her real slow, while she stood there as straight as a stick waiting for him to bring his lustful desires down upon her. He reached out and put his arms around her and held her close to him, smashing her breasts up against his chest.
His hands were caressing the softness of her lovely ass, and her hand was reaching down for his erect tool. She grabbed his hard prick and guided it toward her slit. He clamped both hands on her ass and pulled her to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist, and moved her ass back and forth, letting his dick rub against her clit. He brought his mouth down on her left nipple and started sucking and licking on it, sending shivers of delight through her ripe, lovely body. I saw her hand rubbing his long, hard cock while he was making it rub against her clitoris.
Then they both stopped what they were doing and walked toward the bed. They lay down and their lips locked together, their tongues darting back and forth into each other's mouth.
His hand was caressing her soft pussy, while hers was rubbing his hard prick. He lowered his mouth and began to nibble on her right nipple. I could tell that she was enjoying it because she was squeezing the head of his cock so hard that I thought she would burst the blood vessels in it. Then I heard her say to him: "Let me suck you off!"
Without a word to her, he turned his body around so that his cock was right at her mouth. She grabbed it and guided it toward her full, red lips. She put the end of his cock into her mouth and gently nibbled and sucked on it. He brought his mouth down on her soft pussy and began to lick the length of her slit. He parted the smooth pink skin of her vagina with his finger and let his tongue caress the softness of her skin.
I watched this lovely girl as she put her hands on his ass and pushed his cock farther into her mouth. She moved her mouth all around his prick, letting the tip of her soft tongue linger on the head, and sucking on the small slit at the end of it.
Now, her brother had the full length of his tongue in her twat. He was moving it all around the inside of her pussy, and at the same time, he was sucking the sweet juices from the inner depths. He must have been getting real hot, because he took one of his fingers and stuck it as far as he could into her asshole. She let out a small grunt when he did this, but I know she liked it because she moved her ass around a little bit.
He began to slide his finger in and out of her ass while his tongue was licking the sweetness of her pussy. I was getting pretty damn hot myself, just watching the lovely little sex queen in that room. I sure as hell was going to try to make some arrangements to lay this gal!
Well now, both of them had changed their positions. The girl was laying on her side and the boy was laying on his side so that he could fuck her from the rear. The girl put her knees up so high that they almost touched her breasts. Then, I saw the boy grab his cock and guide it toward her warm slit. The girl let out a soft moan as his thing penetrated her. His cock was going in and out of her with the force and speed of a pile driver. He reached up and grabbed her right tit and started massaging it. Then, the girl lifted her right leg up and threw it over his body. Now they had changed their positions so that he was on top of her.
Finally,. they both reached their orgasm. Her body became stiff, and a shudder of pure pleasure went through her, I guess he wanted to make sure that she didn't get knocked up, because he pulled his cock out of her just before he came. The white, creamy liquid shot all over her pussy. She reached over to a table and grabbed a towel and wiped the stuff off of her.
* * *
Well, that was the end of that little orgy, but I still wanted to meet this cute little thing, so I asked Hilda if it could be arranged.
Hilda said she thought she could arrange a meeting between the girl and me, but it would take a couple of days to get things set up. I told her that it would be all right with me and she said she would let me know when things were ready. I left Hilda's place and went across the street for a few drinks.
The name of the bar I went to was Harry's Palace Inn. It was a fancy place with the walls covered with paintings of all kinds of palaces and castles. I knew Harry real well. He had got me a few good dates with some nice broads a few months back, so I figured I would spend some of my money with him.
"Hi, Tony," he said. "What'll you have?"
"Give me a bourbon and coke," I replied. "How's business?"
"Awful damn good! Can't figure it out. Everybody seems to be thirsty as hell these days." We talked for a little while longer, and I was sitting there nursing my bourbon when this nice-looking broad walked over to me. The only thing wrong with her was the fact that she was plastered out of her mind. I like women, but I don't care for one of these drunk dames climbing and pawing all over me. She came up to me and says, "Hiya, kid. Buy me a little ole drink?"
"Get lost," I told her.
"Well, if that's the way you feel about it, you bastard, you can go to hell!"
She didn't give me any more trouble. She walked over to some other guy and started bothering him. He didn't seem to mind it at all, because he bought her a drink. I guess he was figuring on getting a little bit of that stuff. I finished my drink, told Harry to take it easy, went out of the bar, and got into my car. I was tired as hell so I went home.
A couple of days later, I received a trick- telegram from Hilda, saying that things were set up for me to meet this 17-year-old girl. So, that night I went over to Hilda's place. Hilda told me she was up in Room Four, and added that I was not to say anything about us watching her on the television, because if anyone found out about that, she could be in real, big trouble. I told her not to worry about a thing.
I walked up the stairs and knocked on the door. I heard her tell me to come in, so I opened the door and went in. She was sitting there on the bed, looking at me as though she wasn't sure she should be in the same room.
"Hello, honey," I said. "I guess you know why you're here, don't you?"
"Hello," she said. "Yes, I know why I'm here. I just want you to know I don't do this for everyone! The only reason I'm doing it now is because Hilda promised to pay me well!"
Well, I really didn't give a damn why she was doing it, I just wanted to screw this cute little thing. I asked her what her name was, and she told me it was Susan. We talked for a little while, getting to know each other a little better, and then she started to unbutton her blouse.
"No, no, Susan," I said. "Let me do that for you!"
I walked over to her and began to unbutton her blouse down over her soft, creamy shoulders and let my fingers wander down to her smooth tits. I lightly pinched her left nipple and felt it harden beneath my thumb. Her tits were truly beautiful: fully developed and rounded, like a woman's more than those of a seventeen-year-old girl.
Susan was responding to my gentle massage; she was breathing faster now, and her hand lightly ran up and down my chest. Feeling her touch against my skin aroused me tremendously. My cock was rock-hard now, and I felt my heart pounding furiously; I could hardly swallow.
Susan, that beautiful little cock-teaser, knew what she was doing to me. She brushed my hand away from her tits and pulled my mouth down to hers, kissing me hard, her tongue darting into my mouth. I could feel her lovely tits flatten against my chest, her nipples prodding into my bare skin. She slowly gyrated her hips, grinding her loins into mine, feeling my hard cock through the rough fabric of my jeans. I was going out of my mind with desire.
Susan pulled away, giving me a playful, teasing look. "My, my," she crooned mockingly, "you certainly are all hot and bothered, aren't you? You really want it, don't you? Tell me how much you want it!"
I seized her wrist and yanked her savagely against my body. "You little bitch," I rasped hoarsely, "I won't tell you, I'll show you." She was just wearing her panties now, and I ripped them off, ignoring her cry of protest and the tearing sound of the sheer fabric. It was obvious this was what she wanted, for she suddenly responded with an intensity that matched mine in ferocity. She seized my head and fiercely kissed me again, her nails leaving parallel welts against the skin. She seized my belt buckle, undid it, and started to pull my pants down, while I was moving my finger up and down the entire length of her slit. She had my pants down and I was working my way out of them. Susan grabbed my shorts and pulled them down over my butt. She grabbed my hard organ and began to make up-and-down strokes on it. She was going faster than hell, and I told her to slow down or I would come all over the place. I sure as hell didn't want to end this orgy, yet.
I was kissing her soft tits while she was gently rubbing my balls, and every once in awhile she would stroke the full length of my penis. I had a finger in her wet hole, working it in, when she grabbed my dick. I really wasn't ready to get down to the real thing just yet, but I felt she was so I knew that I couldn't do anything to stop her.
She grabbed my pecker and while she was sitting on top of me, she guided it toward her hole. Once it was in her, she bent her body back on her knees and I could see my thing sticking in her. I started moving my ass up and down, but I wouldn't move very good because she was sitting on me. Susan brought herself forward and put the palms of her hands on the bed. Then, she started working her ass around in a circle.
I kept on raising my ass up as far as I could, watching my thing go deep into her pussy. She brought her left tit down to my mouth, so I put the hard brown nipple in my mouth and sucked furiously on it. Then she started working her ass up and down real fast, and I knew that it wouldn't be long for either of us. I felt the wonderful feeling of my passion building up in my prick, then, I felt my cum shooting into her. At the same time, her body stiffened up and a violent shudder went through her whole body.
* * *
Now that it was over, we both lay there on the bed and tried to get some of our wind back. I got up from the bed and went over to my shirt and got a pack of cigarettes. I lit one up for both of us and sat back down. We rested there for awhile smoking and talking about this and that.
Then, all of a sudden, she asked me if she could suck me off. Well, I sure as hell didn't have any objections to that, so I said I was ready any time she was. I thought maybe I could eat her while she was sucking me off. She was good enough to eat.
I lay back down on the bed and she got her mouth down where my cock was and put the head of it into her mouth. She gently nibbled on it and traced patterns around it with her tongue. Already, I was beginning to get hot, so I told her to get her pussy up here where I could eat it for her. Susan threw her leg over my body, and brought her sweet cunt down to my mouth. I put the end of my tongue on her clit, and licked all around it. Then, I began to lick the inner lips of her vagina.
Susan started licking my cock all over. Her lips were caressing the end of it, making it throb with sensations I had never felt before. Then she took the entire length of it into her mouth and sucked and blew with all of the passion that was building up in her.
Finally I felt my hot cum discharge into her mouth, and as she swallowed my load a shudder of pleasure went through her body.
Well, I had enough for one night. Susan had worn me out completely. Both of us got dressed and we went downstairs where Hilda was waiting for us. She gave Susan the money she had promised her. I'll say one thing for Susan: for a girl that was doing this for money, she sure was awfully damn eager to get my cock in her mouth. I think she was giving me a lot of bullshit when she told me she was doing it just for money. That might have been part of it, but she was doing it because she liked to screw also. I believe she would have made a damn good whore. She sure had all the talent for it.
That had been the end of that weird whore house interlude in my young life--and luckily for my mental health, it was the end of my weird dreams inspired by my frustrated passion for the unreachable Millie.
CHAPTER FIVE
Millie hummed as she cleared away the remaining two tables, pleased that the last customers had tipped her generously; her tips were good, and that plus her regular salary were enough to make her feel gratified.
"Why don't you get a secretarial job, or even a receptionist job?" her friends advised. "You're only cheapening yourself by placing yourself in the open like this for all those wolves in sheep's clothing."
"You'll find wolves in sheep's clothing in all walks of life," she had replied many times. "I find my pay satisfactory and I'm not going to cut off my nose to spite my face."
A single customer entered--(I'm relating here, in their proper narrative order, things I didn't learn about till much later)--and Millie, standing in her place in a corner of the dining room prepared to wait on him the moment he sat down. He was a good-looking, tall, slender man with crinkling eyes. His closely cropped red hair made him seem every inch an athlete.
After the man made himself comfortable at a table, he looked toward Millie and nodded. She approached him, handed him a menu, and returned his greeting with a polite, "How do you do, sir?" He carefully checked the menu and ordered a spare rib dinner. "I'm partial to spare-ribs," he grinned. "I was practically raised on 'em!"
"How nice," she said, observing the warm look he gave her. He certainly had the most impressive blue eyes she had seen for quite a long while. She felt like telling him she was crazy for spare ribs too, but decided against it. She'd prefer steak and potatoes. "What'll you have to drink?"
"The best brew you have!"
"Milwaukee's best it shall be then," she replied, thinking of the lively list of popular brands of beer the grill carried.
He kept a steady eye on her as she prepared to leave.
"Anything else, sir?" she asked politely.
"Yes," he grinned, "but I'm not able to locate what I want on the menu."
"Maybe the manager might get it for you?"
"I suppose he might at that." He paused and added in a low tone of voice, "How about a date, sugar? I need someone to keep me company and show me a good time while I visit here in the city."
"I'm not for hire by any means," she said curtly.
"Perhaps the manager can help you."
He continued to look at her. "I'm sincere, Miss," he said, "and you're quite charming--the kind who knows how to enjoy herself--" Millie stared at him coldly and decided she wouldn't have any part of him. "Sorry, sir, I can't help you."
When he finally paid his check he tipped her two dollars. She thanked him with a smile, assuming he was a lonely visitor in the city and had only been trying his luck at getting a
date.
* * *
Later, on her break period, Jack Thomas, her burly, broad-shouldered employer, called her aside and said, "Millie, that gentleman you refused to give a date really wants to take you out. lie's willing to pay. Why don't you try him? You can earn extra money--of course, I get fifty per cent of the take."
"That's mighty generous of you," she said with an amused glance at him, "but I already told the man I wasn't for hire and my sole job here was being a waitress."
He studied her, then said, "Think it over--that man is no phony. Why, the other girls would be tickled to death if they were asked to go on a date and get paid for it, to boot."
"I suggest you talk to the other girls," Millie said in a serious tone, annoyed with her employer.
He shrugged, and in parting added, "I'd advise you to give this some more thought."
Dave Barnes was the name of the gentleman; this she learned later. He planned to spend some time in the city. He had come here to talk about a business deal concerning his properties in Arizona.
She had taken a good look at him when he had ordered previously, and she still marveled at his beautiful tan. He was a walking advertisement for Arizona sunshine and the glowing, healthy climate that state offered to the tourist trade.
Millie, fond of me, Tony, had no plans to two-time me for any newcomer like Barnes. However, she disliked annoying her employer because she knew, eventually, he'd become unreasonable and demanding. She might even have to quit her job. Then it would be the same old routine of searching for a new job and convincing a new employer she was experienced and reliable.
She thought of Barnes' pleasant voice, and his sincere manner which had impressed her. Her thoughts began to soften toward him as she continued to think of him. She visualized him on the beach, stripped down to a pair of skin-tight bathing trunks; he'd attract girls to him like an electric light attracting moths in the middle of July.
It wasn't strange that he had seen in Millie an attractive young woman whom he'd like to go to bed with. He liked her warm, lively hazel eyes and her bright red hair--she was a woman who would show him a nice time if he got her hot enough.
Barnes' mind was occupied too. No sir, he wasn't going to give up trying. He had made up his mind he was going to make Millie Jackson.
Gradually his thoughts blotted out his wife and children--he'd see them again soon, and he'd have the rest of the year to enjoy them.
Now he was on a business and pleasure binge combined, and he aimed to enjoy it. He chuckled thinking how he had the money and nothing or no one to spend it on. He believed in the saying, you can't take it with you, so live it up a little.
He loved his wife and was devoted to his family, but this trip had to be enjoyed to the fullest. He wanted to spend some bedtime with Millie. Now with the help of her employer, he might swing the deal.
Shortly before, he had ignored a lovely brunette who had tried to make him in his hotel. She had tried to impress him with her charms--on his own terms she was ready to go to bed with him.
A blonde subsequently pretended she had mistaken his room number and had stood in front of his door after knocking and calling softly, "Jim, it's me, Blanche, please let me in!"
Barnes had opened the door and she stood there in an open housecoat, showing off the beauty of her breasts and the curved lines of her slender body. Her panties were of the flimsiest type.
He told her no one by that name was there, and he quickly closed the door. He had seen through her ruse, however his mind was completely on the making of Millie, the red-haired waitress who had captured his complete interest.
Barnes liked down-to-earth girls who worked for a living; he felt that when they loved, they made love with all their might and gave their all in embraces and kisses.
He smiled wistfully, thinking of Blanche, who had called for "Jim." She was a sweet-looking bit of fluff who could have set him pounding away on a bed with her. He toyed with the thought of playing with her luscious-looking breasts which she had exposed to him. It occurred to him he might try some of that stuff later, if Millie refused to have anything to do with him.
He retired with Millie on his mind and his member stayed as hard as a hickory stick until he fell asleep, exhausted.
* * *
Jack Thomas was getting ideas himself about Millie. He had a lovely wife who gave him what he wanted, once or twice a week. Jack however was virile and demanding. He wanted his wife seven times a week and perhaps an extra round on Sunday afternoon. He had ideas of his own about getting any of his waitresses to lay for him.
But when Dave had approached him and asked him to fix it up with Millie, Jack got the idea of impressing Millie himself; he needed a cute trick to sleep with whenever he became restless.
Millie's own thoughts weren't exactly dormant ones. Like other women who had everything to live for, she looked forward to marrying. I, Tony Bond, was the apple of her eye, and she wasn't going to toy around with Dave, Jack or any other leering wolf who had designs on her.
She reported for work and played it cool. Smiled nicely at the customers when they weren't rude, gave them fine service and extra helpings to any gentleman she thought was unusually nice. Her specialty was supplying an extra helping of chicken and potato fries.
Funny, she mused occasionally, how a waitress was able to judge people by their appearances. If they were the quiet type, they were appreciative. The loud-mouth people often wanted the attention of everyone around them, thinking they were important. However, she had learned to ignore the latter--she had only one pair of arms and her legs weren't jet-propelled.
Meanwhile, Millie had been looking forward to our drive in the country the following Monday, which was her day off. She said she wanted to see the open fields, filled with wild flowers, smell the green grass smell, and think relaxing thoughts.
"Why not?" I said when she remarked she'd enjoy a ride in the country. "I can rape you parked there, just as well as in the city!"
She laughed and said maybe she'd like that, and kissed me lightly on the cheek.
"Riding out in the country makes me feel great, free and happy to be alive," she said.
"I sort of feel that way myself," I reflected, sharing her enthusiasm.
We both looked forward to our next country drive; the wonderful cool breezes whipped up by a fast-moving car on a hot day can certainly be exhilarating to the occupants if they like their windows lowered.
CHAPTER SIX
We went riding that following Monday. After a while I parked my sedan on a road off the main highway where traffic was at a minimum. Here there was comparative privacy for a couple who liked the country atmosphere. Millie and I sat in the front seat.
"How does it feel to be away from the clatter of dishes and the flirtations of the male customers, honey?" I asked her as I slipped my arm around her waist and pressed my cheek against hers.
"I don't know," she laughed, and quickly turned her face so she could kiss me on the lips. She threw her arms around me and held on tightly. I could taste the lovely fragrant lipstick on her Ups. "I like the country atmosphere, if that's what you mean."
A warm feeling surged through me; I was happy that she was bestowing her affection on me. She preferred me to others, whom I suspected numbered quite a few. I thought of the competition--the male customers who'd give her the eye--men away from home, vacationing without wives, men who played the field for the sake of variety.
Millie took my face in her hands, looked at me thoughtfully and kissed me on the eyelids and then on my lips. "You're terribly nice, Tony," she breathed against my cheek and finally on my lips. I gave her shoulder a tight squeeze.
"I never felt this way about anyone before," she said with eyes sparkling like a couple of flares. "True, I've met several men with whom I hoped to fall in love with but didn't."
I grinned, patted her soft hair and pecked her on the cheek. "You have to admit you may have felt like putty, at one time or another, when some handsome dude shifted his eyes in your direction." She moved slightly out of my arms and looked in my eyes. "Certainly, Tony--how else does one fall in love? Often it's revealed by the look in the woman's eyes. She also knows when she gazes into a man's eyes."
She moved in closer and my arm kept its comfortable hold around her shoulder. "I suppose you've had your woman in every port," she murmured quietly.
I laughed at her abrupt supposition. "What brings that on, honey? Think I'm one of those guys who goes for one dame after the other like a lover in a paperback novel? Not that it would have been a bad idea, but there were times when the pantry was empty and I had to settle for a maiden aunt or a young grandmother." What Millie didn't know wouldn't hurt her.
She grasped my hand and held it. "Tony, you're Mr. Lover Man to me, and I don't care what your love life in the past has been! "
"What brings this on?" I laughed. "Concerned whether I'm a full-blooded man or just a pretense? You know that story about a certain fellow who disappointed his blonde bombshell movie queen when she saw he had a little dick--almost nothing at all."
"Come now," she giggled, "a male is a male no matter what."
"Glad you said that," I grinned. "Even a small, shriveled member can grow in size when its possessor gets hot nuts."
She giggled again and her hand rested on my knee. "If I were brazen, I'd allow these restless hands to roam about your body and contact each separate part of you."
"Don't let me stop you," I laughed softly and leaned over to slide my hand inside her bosom and gently massage her breast.
"You must think I'm awfully forward."
"Not at all! Someone's got to break the ice. Sometimes a man needs an opening if he's to make inroads. After all, he's risking an immediate breakup if his girl resents his forward manner." I was glad that was off my chest. I didn't know how'd I'd finish the thought without putting my foot in it.
I was stiff with desire now; her hand, resting on my knee, gave me the warm feeling of passion and I wanted her. But how, I asked myself, could I take the risk of our being discovered here in a compromising position by a patrol car that might make the scene suddenly?
There would be no living it down, if we were caught at it. Even though people wise in worldly matters expect adults to have their sexual affairs, when they are caught at it things suddenly become different. The people involved are like hot potatoes, and gossip begins to tear at their reputations. But then, who cared, at a time like this?
"Know what I'm thinking?" I said as I rubbed her firm nipple, "I'm thinking of what I could really do with you now, Millie."
"Don't say it!" she retorted. "I'm thinking wonderful thoughts!"
Oh, baby, I thought, wouldn't it be keen if she allowed me to get her to lie down on the seat and let me explore! She could be a wonderful partner right now!
She put both her arms around me and kissed me hungrily. I could feel her quiver slightly as I tightened my embrace around her waist.
"I'm willing, honey," I panted savagely in her ear.
"Oh, darling," she returned, "if only I could!" I continued playing with her nipples, kissing each one gently, and slowly kissed her on the throat and face, then on her lips again.
Rubbing my cheek against hers, I asked heatedly, "What do you say, Millie?" I released one of my arms from her shoulders and slid a hand halfway up her dress and felt her warm, moist triangle. "Oh, honey," I said excitedly, "a good piece would do us both a lot of good right now!" She drew a quick breath. "Oh, I love you so, Tony! If we were only on our honeymoon, I'd be so willing to spread my legs for you!"
I grinned. She surely was outspoken, yet she didn't want to go through with anything that would shake her reputation.
"Remember," I began anew, "we're adults. If we share each other like a couple of lovers, it'll be our own affair and no one else's."
"You're so gallant," she breathed deeply and ran her hand beneath my thigh and gently squeezed, "and so masculine..." She went on rubbing my thigh.
"Millie, I want you now!" I breathed in her ear.
She sighed and said nothing.
"You make me feel so alive--vibrant and penetrating," I continued. "I just have to have you!"
* * *
Just then we both heard sound of approaching vehicles; we quickly slipped apart and pretended to be talking, at the same time sitting primly. We waited for two cars traveling in opposite directions to go by.
A brief period of silence followed, then I moved in close. Leaning over her, I rested my hand on her knee. If she were only a common whore I would screw her--make violent love to her after I had yanked off her panties and pulled off my trousers!
With that thought in mind, I started bearing down on her--pushing her backward in a reclining position. My lips were savagely pressing against her; her arms were tightly around my neck. We moaned and rocked. I was thinking, oh, Millie, let's pound away while the clock somewhere ticks away! I began running my hand up along her leg until I touched her jewel-box; with restless fingers I played gently. She snuggled to me even more closely until we were both in a comfortable position; the firmness within me threatened to bore through our clothing.
We kissed and fondled each other but it was a dry-fuck, going through the motions of having one another, yet I hadn't yanked her panties off as I felt like doing. She had become so good--oh, so good to me!
"This is getting unbearable, honey," I said breathlessly. "I can't control myself--" I reached down for her panties.
"We can't," she gasped in protest. "I just can t give in to you!"
"What gives?" I shouted. "Or what doesn't give? Don't you want me to do it to you, Millie?" My trembling voice was filled with disappointment and she knew that I would be annoyed, blaming herself for egging me on and then calling it off abruptly.
I made another attempt to take off her panties. But she was firm in her protests; she grasped my hand and held it.
"No, please, Tony!" she said. "I'm sorry. I was carried away. I just can't go through with it." After a cutting pause, she added, "I'm not that kind of girl!"
"What corny nonsense is this, Millie?" I protested. "We want each other. That's the important thing!"
She forced me away and began to straighten her clothing.
I sat back in my seat and wondered if it was worth the trouble to return to our love-making again. I was hot and I had to get some relief. I adjusted my legs to ease the tightness and tried to turn my thoughts to something else so I could ease the tension.
"I'm terribly sorry," she said after a brief silence. "I shouldn't have led you to believe I would go all the way, even if I was overpowered with my desire for you. Oh, I wouldn't do that to you again, ever!"
My thoughts suddenly calmed down. Perhaps I could look at this as being some scene in a comedy film.
She had gotten herself into the mixed-up emotion affair, I went on thinking, and realized that her reputation was important to maintain, and missing out on the opportunity for a real-life ecstatic interval was merely secondary... it could be put off somehow.
She really had my motor running, I reflected, and began to marvel at her will-power to stop when she had.
This was a fine how-do-you-do, I went on thinking. Here I was asking myself questions. If Millie had been a hot-natured gal, I mused, we'd have sat around on the sofa in her apartment, cracked a few jokes, and before the conversation bogged down, we'd tear into each other. I thought of her full, ripe breasts... I had only to remove her bra. I could have spent the night squeezing each breast, and with hungry lips I'd have had a ball. In due time, she would have groaned for me to take her. I could see myself standing over her, and we both were naked... ready to have each other. Her pointed breasts would meet my face as I leaned over her.
My lips would smother a rose-tinted nipple, and fondly I'd squeeze her beautifully shaped rump. We both are suddenly burning with passion, and I crush over her... her Ups over mine... her tongue is whirling against mine. We thresh around, then quickly realize we'd benefit more if we became gentle--so we slow our pace, still holding each other tightly.
In imagination, I could feel Millie arching upward as I thrust forward. We both moan in overflowing pleasure. The thought of her treasured round hips fire me even more.
Suddenly, Millie's head shifts... she moves it one side to the other... she murmurs words of endearment while our bodies lock.
The prickling sensation that comes over me gives me the feeling of urgency, yet I don't want to end this wonderful, ecstatic pleasure too quickly. I want to ease the pace so we can savor the pleasure to the fullest. It wouldn't be fair to Millie, who was enjoying every pure second of our affair, if I sped to an abrupt climax.
I knew when a woman was enjoying the act, and she no doubt knew when her man was too, and was fully tensed. She couldn't wait for him to get his climactic fulfillment.
If only Millie had allowed me to make love like that, I wouldn't be thinking thoughts like this; I'd have been lying on my back resting with better thoughts such as having had her, and having a feeling of anticipation for our next session.
I now wanted to grab her by the shoulders and hug her beautiful body, feel her voluptuous breasts against my chest while our bodies pulsated, flesh against flesh.
I could almost hear her moan as our mouths crushed against one another while I cupped her breast lovingly and pleasurably...
CHAPTER SEVEN
Oh, Millie, I groaned to myself, if you were only in bed with me fondling that lovely silken triangle of yours, preparing for an entry! The sensation of my burning thoughts about her clutched at my loins... I could feel the pulses throbbing below my waist.
I had to take a shower to cool myself off. The desire for Millie just wouldn't rub off. I was thinking of visiting the nearest tavern and picking up an easy lay. I simply had to get some relief.
As I stood there naked, I saw to it that the stiff spray of the shower covered me all over. I didn't use the soap because the rubbing of suds over my body would only make me hotter.
I began thinking again of Joan, that delightful bedroom companion I had picked up in a tavern not too long ago. she had given me a wonderful time in bed in exchange for the mere return for drinks I had purchased for her in the tavern.
If I only had her here in my arms now and could fondle her madly! I wanted her slim body snuggling against mine until we worked out some kind of relief.
The mere thought of thrusting my prick into her magnificent body and fondling the twin curves of her ass literally made me drool. "Oh, you gorgeous young hussy," I recalled saying to her when the going was good, "make with the sweet sound of bodies clinging and slushing against each other in the perspiration moisture... the sound I like when I'm really hot!"
"Cut out the hot-air seepage, you bastard," she had said. "This is no oratory contest... this is for real... I'm even hotter than you are!"
I had to admit she was real smooth and this sinuous hunk of desirable stuff liked to do it as much as I did. This was one babe who never allowed even complete fatigue to ruin her pleasure. Even though we kept at it for the longest of time, we soon started all over again until I thought I'd have to give up. Not so with Joan, she always came back with renewed energy and urged in my ear, "Get going you, dog! You have me, now show me what you can do!"
I made up my mind to find Joan. If I wasn't lucky enough to locate her, then I had to do the next best thing--find someone else! This wasn't really cheating on Millie, since Millie wouldn't go all the way.
If I had been a youngster I'd have masturbated right then and there. The desire to have a woman right now was maddening, and try as I might, I couldn't think of anything else.
* * *
I finally changed into a light suit and went out in search of Joan. I visited The Bluebird Tavern where I had met Joan. She wasn't around and I asked the bartender. He winked and said he hadn't seen her for a couple of weeks. He went on to add that she might have gone on a trip. Then I made it known to him that I was in need of a woman real fast.
He served me a bourbon and said he knew just the dame that would suit me. We settled on a price with no further questions, for I was dying to crawl into a woman's panties, and the description of Maisie made me even more anxious to meet her.
Maisie turned out to be a lively brunette with warm, luscious brown eyes. Her inviting breasts pointed skyward and I knew I'd have a ball with her. When we were introduced I feared I'd arrive in my pants before we got to her room.
I hoped Maisie wouldn't be a disappointment, even though I assured myself she could never be because she was all life and vigor. I could see her stripped of her flimsy panties and urging me to take her. And, brother, would I ever take her! I could see her breasts rising and falling in anticipation of what was to come. We'd surely ignite the sparks of delight, pressing hard against each other on the bed.
All I wanted to do then was to rub on her breasts, and when they were hard and desirable I wanted a nipple in my mouth. If my tonguing it didn't make her ache for me, then I was sadly mistaken.
I could feel her arms around my back and her sultry voice saying, "I'm challenging you, honey, to the wildest bout ever... no holds barred... no biting in the clinches!" Then to top it, while we were passionately kissing and packing it in galore, she'd take a nip at my ear and I'd yell bloody murder. "No biting in the clinches, did you say?"
I could feel her hot tongue whirling against my hot and eager mouth, squeezing her heart-shaped rump that in itself, would be a world of pleasure to have and hold...
Maisie and I went on smiling at each other, drinking and chatting, each knowing what was lurking in our minds.
She insisted we have more drinks and dance to the jukebox music. When it came time to dance, I rubbed my body against her, emphasizing that I was in need of some hot loving or I might just as well use the back sink.
"Please, dear boy, hold the fort for a while," she cooed in my ear, "you know a woman needs a little fun in her life, like dancing in a man's arms..."
"Think of the other kind of fun," I said dolefully, wondering how much longer could I wait, while I kept drooling over her shoulder.
We sat at the bar and I ordered more drinks; we sat close together and her hand slowly roamed about my leg until it settled under my crotch; suddenly she began to feel my member. "Oo, la, la!" she ejaculated in a low voice. "I must take care of that right away!"
"Not here, you don't!" I grinned savagely and pushed her hand away, because I feared someone would see what she was doing.
She gave my hand a playful squeeze and seconds later pinched my cheek. "You'll be a delightful experience," She smiled, and her wide brown eyes carefully studied my face. "You'll be the right man for me, darling. I just love kissing handsome men, and you're all I could ask for!" She winked at me and gave me the signal she was ready to leave.
* * *
We left after she had a quick conversation with the bartender; I suspected it was about his fee for making the arrangement for her.
Maisie lived about a ten-minute ride from the tavern in a nice neighborhood. We had no sooner reached her apartment, than she slipped out of her jacket, then we went into her bedroom where she quickly undressed.
She sure was stacked! I remembered seeing a pinup girl in a girlie magazine, leaning over with her fanny sticking out like the rear of a peach while she had her arms extended as if she was about to take off like a bird.
With Maisie's firm breasts pointing outward as if searching for someone to claim them, I studied her angle and thought what a ride I'd have if I could saddle her in that position. I quickly undressed with her aid.
She hurried to the bed after she yanked off my shorts. I was atop her in a matter of seconds. I rubbed her breasts as I worked my middle against hers. Her legs were suddenly around me and we were embracing passionately and our lips refused to separate once we glued them together.
After we tired of French-kissing, my mouth fastened itself over her pink-tipped nipple and I hungrily sucked on it; she started to moan softly and wiggle in a forward motion; I suddenly did the same.
She twisted and squirmed as I increased the pace. My hands began roaming about her body, and my lips were tightly pressed over hers. My hands settled in place over her ass and I drew her even closer to me.
She kept groaning her delight, kissing me madly. Between kisses she gasped, "Darling... keep stabbing me... I like it... I love it!"
"Oh, baby!" I gasped, groaning out my pleasure. "You're the queen of them all! Keep pushing that body toward me and we'll end this race in a wild plunge to the bottom of Blissville Valley!"
She grabbed me and held me tightly about the neck as I belly-rolled against her. We were now breathing heavily, cheek to cheek. I kept rising and descending like a restless tide; my rear was bouncing like a rubber ball.
I had to admit there could be nothing better than the true magnetism of male and female interlocked in a sex embrace. Oh, it was sheer delight to be on that one-way street of ultimate ecstasy!
My mouth now fastened to hers. I pushed my way deeper and deeper into her hot triangle. She quivered in delight, and we moaned in unison.
As our pace increased we nibbled at each other's ear lobes and groaned against each other's cheeks.
Suddenly I wanted to give her everything. Now! Now! Seconds later, she screamed... I moaned. Then we whimpered in the sudden silence that followed, completely exhausted in each other's arms.
Later we showered together. I rubbed warm sudsy soap over her back and with her delightful touch of hand, she guided my hand up toward her womanly treasure. Without warning I began to feel the mounting desire for her again. She laughingly protested when I faced her directly with a stiff proposition.
"Oh," she cried, "you haven't even started on my back!"
Reluctantly I moved about and started washing her back. Then suddenly she turned and grabbed me firmly around the neck. "Hang the scrubbing!" she chuckled. "Right now I want you to drive me home once more!"
My long john found its mark hungrily. Our lips were welded together once more. We embraced, rocking to and fro. This second round, it appeared, would be far better than the first. Breathlessly we groaned in each other's ears as we rode the dizzy crest of a powerful wave...
CHAPTER EIGHT
Gently with a washcloth Maisie had rubbed the suds under my crotch and upper body. Thoughts of that episode made me get hot all over again. I could lay Maisie every night in the week and not weaken myself physically!
I wished I could make it up to Millie by going into the same act with her--but since she wouldn't give out unless and until we were married, I just had to bide my time. It was possible, I thought, out of all the many visits I aimed to pay her, that I'd get her hot one of these nights and get her to give in.
Millie wasn't made of iron, and although she had will-power enough to resist--she, like any other woman, had to be loved, and sex was part of her makeup. With that in mind, I knew I had a built-in ally.
After my torrid affair with Maisie, I planned to keep in touch with her. There was no chance of my forgetting what a lovely piece she was! A man was lucky to have her available for any relaxing, festive occasion.
I memorized Maisie's number and she said she'd welcome me any time I chose to visit. She wouldn't charge a tin dime, and she made that clear. She said I was refreshing, and so vibrant a young man. I laughed and patted her ass and said as long as I had the money, she was entitled to it.
Of course I didn't like the idea of cheating on Millie, but I didn't have a choice--she wouldn't let me into her cookie jar. After a warm session of kissing and hugging her, I had to have an outlet, but she'd blow her stack if she knew I had fucked Maisie. A woman doesn't like competition, no matter what the reason. I could picture Millie storming at me, shouting that two could play the game, and that it wasn't so hard to get a man and carry on in a bedroom. In case she did get out of hand, I could always tell her we could get together and work off the tension in a more amicable manner.
* * *
The next day Millie had the morning off and she had decided to have a tooth filled. She intended to visit her dentist who had his office in a building on Columbus Circle. When she stepped into the elevator on her way home--(again I'm relating things I didn't see, but learned about later)--she felt a pair of eyes on her; she avoided looking up until a familiar voice said, "How do you do, Millie?
That's your name, isn't it?"
Millie immediately recognized Dave Barnes, the man who had tried unsuccessfully to date her at the grill.
She gave him a polite smile. "How do you do? Yes, my name is Millie."
They were alone with the exception of the operator, who kept his eyes forward and paid them no attention or pretended he didn't care.
"Say, how about an early lunch?" Dave asked abruptly. "I know just the place, only a short distance away."
She looked at him thoughtfully and murmured, "Thank you, but I couldn't possibly accept. I must get back to the apartment before I report for work. It's one of those busy days at the grill, you know." Dave shrugged; he looked at her in amusement. "Do you always give the cold shoulder to a sincere attempt at friendship? I'm no ogre, you know. You can always send me away with a sharp slap on the wrist if I get out of hand. Really, Millie, I think you should be a little more generous with yourself." He spoke without stopping for breath.
She laughed. "I'm no different from any other respectable woman who shies away from any impetuous flirtation and possible trouble with a person she really doesn't know."
"I know what you mean," Dave said dryly.
"Now take the case of DeSalvo--the Boston Strangler."
"No, you take him," Millie said curtly. "If the reports about him are true, he had rocks in his head and had no heart in his body. I don't like speaking about him."
"Don't blame you," Dave said quietly. "I'd like to think of something nice, for instance, a quiet place to dine, with nothing but a pleasant atmosphere and gentle people quietly strolling about."
"It's very kind of you," Millie said as the elevator reached the ground floor. She now felt she had done all the talking she care to do. When she stepped out of the elevator she excused herself and hurried off to the subway.
He followed her with keen disappointment showing on his face. "Please wait for me, Millie," he called after her.
"I'm sorry, but I'm in a hurry," she said over her shoulder. He was right behind her.
"May I see you some evening? I'm an easy person to get along with. I can make it interesting and worth your while. Five crisp ten-dollar bills should help pay the expenses--what do you say?"
"Sorry, I'm not the type," she said icily. "Please leave me alone." She immediately began to increase her pace.
Barnes didn't intend to give up so easily; his face grew taut. "I won't let you out of my sight, Millie, until you promise to reason things out with me!"
She kept on walking, determined not to encourage him despite the fact that he was very good-looking. She even surmised he was a married man with several children, visiting the city for a good time, forgetting he had a faithful wife back home.
"Please, Millie," he begged as he caught up with her. "I'm not forcing my attentions on you... I'm merely asking you to have dinner tonight and maybe enjoy ourselves later, somewhere. Honestly, Millie, I want to be friends with you."
She stopped suddenly in her tracks. "Next you'll be telling me I remind you of a childhood sweetheart and you can't get her out of your mind."
He grinned, elated that she had stopped to carry on a conversation. "I'm a visitor in town, that's true," he began anew, "and sort of lonesome for a woman to talk to. You've caught my eye, and you're so charming. I want to know you better... " He seemed so sincere in his attempt at making friends that she was almost inclined to say he could arrange to have dinner with her that evening. Perhaps, she thought, he was actually simply lonely for a woman to do the town with. She shrugged and pondered. Finally, she thought of me, Tony; what if I learned she had accepted a dinner date with Dave? There would be no holding me down.
"Sorry, I can't," she said finally. "I have a boy friend--and I don't want having him breathe fire down my back."
"Who's to know about me taking you out?" he said doggedly, "we can always go someplace where no one you know will be any wiser."
Millie sighed and wondered what made him so persistent. But she didn't have to wonder too much; she knew what could happen if she accepted his invitation; they'd eventually go to his hotel room, or he'd ask to be invited to her apartment. After the usual amount of drinks, he'd gush over her until he forced her down on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling, and he'd be worming his way in her.
His hand rested on her wrist momentarily. "Please let's have a try at it... I'll quit the moment you've had enough. Doesn't the thought of wining and dancing do something to you?"
She gave him a look of stifled amusement. "You are indeed a persistent person! I've already told you I have a boy friend, or haven't I?"
He nodded, not caring to answer. All he knew was that he wanted to know her better. She was sex personified, and he wanted to make time with her.
He could just see her in the nude, waiting for him, on her bed with legs spread apart. He also visualized making himself comfortable on top of her before he started going to town.
He was sure she would return his affection as soon as they got started on this friendship bit. Her luscious lips and admirable curves, her voluptuous breasts were driving him crazy.
The desire to possess her was overwhelming. "I'll be a very disappointed man if you refuse me, Millie." Then after a pause: "Call me Dave--the full name is Dave Barnes."
Acquiescing, she laughed softly. "All right, Dave, but I can't have dinner with you until I'm certain my man will be occupied elsewhere. Will you give me a ring?"
"I certainly will," he said without a moment of hesitation. "Please let me have your phone number."
She promptly gave it to him. After they had parted, she wondered if she had made a mistake. She began to give more thought to her Tony. He'd be furious if he ever learned of this! And she was right! But I didn't learn of it till much, much later.
Long before she got back to her apartment she regretted having given Barnes the assurance that a date would be forthcoming.
She prepared for a shower, as she had plenty of time before reporting for work. She slipped out of her clothes and went to the shower stall. She paused at the full length mirror on the bathroom door and looked at her slender figure. She stared, ran her hands along her firm, pink-tipped breasts and sighed. She cupped her breasts and wished that I was there to embrace her warmly; the thought sent a mild surge of anticipation through her. She wished I was holding her firmly, then suddenly I'd whirl her about and smother her with passionate kisses.
But her thoughts quickly turned back toward Barnes. She wondered if he was as enticing in a shower as the thought of me was to her just then. Would he make mad love to her, show her the same affection he had for his wife? This she knew, Barnes was hot with desire and planned to make up for the several days of wanting a woman to go to bed with.
And indeed Dave Barnes was hot for her; while showering in the hotel room the night previously, he had entertained vivid thoughts of getting her to go to bed with him, thinking of her lips, breasts and well-rounded thighs. In fact, it had caused him to jack himself off.
CHAPTER NINE
Dave Barnes may have been burning with pent-up passion, but I was more so. Even after my session with Maisie, I couldn't get sex off my mind. I fell into a fitful sleep, and the old dream box started working again--another one of those half-dreams, half-reveries. This time it was about Joan Wilder. Oddly, I didn't dream about fucking her--but about the weird story she had told me, as we lay relaxing in bed, about her first sex experience with her own brother! I dreamed she was lying there re-telling it to me, and I could remember almost her exact words. Her story--and my half-waking dream went like this:
"My brother and I used to be bathed together in the same bathtub because we were just a year apart in age. I guess when I was about seven years old, I began to notice that he was built different than I was. It didn't disturb me, but I guess I wondered about it. When we were both about eight or nine years old, our baby-sitter, a girl about fourteen or so, was giving us a bath together while our folks were at a movie.
"I couldn't help notice that the sitter, Edith, paid very close attention to our privates when she soaped us. With me, she would not use a wash-cloth, just her fingers, and when she washed me down there, she always managed to push one of her fingers into my slit. Not far, mind you, but just a little way in. It gave me a sort of funny feeling. A good feeling, but a funny one.
"When she washed my brother's little thing, she would sort of play with it until it wasn't small any more. I remembered how surprised I was as I watched it grow straight and stiff. I could see my brother blush as he watched it grow, too, but he did nothing to stop the sitter from playing with it.
" 'Hey, how about that!' the sitter exclaimed. 'Your little dong likes to be played with! Look! It's standing up asking for more!' She kept on playing with my brother until, feeling that this was not a nice thing to be doing, I stood up and got out of the tub.
"I dried myself with a towel and went into our bedroom and put on my nightgown. I could hear some whispering in the bathroom, but I could not hear what was going on.
"Curiosity got the better of me finally, and I crept to the door and peered through the open crack by the hinges. What I saw sent hot and cold chills all over my body, but I didn't know why I felt this way. Automatically I felt my hand go down to my slit and poke one finger in about an inch. It felt real good, and the more I watched, the more I poked.
"Edith was seated on the toilet and my brother was standing in front of her between her legs, which were spread wide. Her skirt was pulled above her hips and she had hold of my brother's hand, pushing his fingers in and out of her hole while she was sucking on his dong.
"What fascinated me the most was the hair around her slit. Mine was bare, and this was the first time I had ever seen pubic hair. Actually it wasn't much because she was only fourteen but to me, at that time, it seemed like an awful lot.
"She kept sucking on my brother's dong and pushing his finger in and out of her slit until she suddenly stiffened and let out a moan. I know now that she had climaxed, but at that time, I kept thinking she must have hurt herself with my brother's finger, which she wiped off with the wash-cloth.
"Then she took the cloth and wiped herself off down there. She straightened the crotch of her panties, which had been pushed aside for my brother's finger, and pulled her skirt back down as she stood up. Although she was whispering, I could now hear her tell my brother that this was to be their big secret and that he must promise never to tell a soul about what happened. He promised, and I just managed to scramble under the covers before they emerged from the bathroom.
"We had bunk beds, and I slept on the bottom bunk while my brother slept above me. After the lights were out and the sitter had closed the door and gone downstairs, I kept seeing the same thing over and over in my mind--her sucking him and his hand going into her hole. Unable to sleep, I called to my brother. He asked me what I wanted.
"'You won't get mad at me if I tell you something?' I asked.
" 'I won't get mad. What is it?' " 'I saw you and Edith in the bathroom,' I blurted out.
" 'You won't tell, will you?' Scared, he jumped down from his bunk and sat on my bed. 'Please promise you won't snitch!' he begged.
" 'I'm no snitcher,' I bragged, 'but what I want to know is, did it feel real good--you know, what she was doing to you?' " 'Boy, did it ever!' he smiled. 'I heard some of the kids talk about girls giving blow-jobs, but I didn't believe them. Most of them just talk a lot and they don't really know anything,' he boasted.
" 'But what about what you were doing to her... what was that?' I asked innocently.
" 'Boy, are you dumb!' he said. 'But I guess you're kinda young to know about that stuff.' " 'I'm only eleven months younger than you,' I cried angrily. 'I do too know a lot of stuff like that!' " 'Okay, smartie,' he sneered, 'if you know so much, why did you ask me about it?' " 'Well... I don't know as much as you do,' I said coyly, playing on his male ego, although I didn't realize it at the time.
' " 'Well... okay, I'll wise you up! She was giving me a blow-job and I was finger-fucking her! That's what boys and girls do when they go out on dates... you know... like to the drive-in movie.' " 'But can't the girl get a baby that way?' I asked.
" 'Boy, you are dumb! No, the guy has to stick his thing into her thing and shoot some stuff in it, before the girl can have a baby.' " 'Gee,' I marveled, 'you sure know a lot of stuff!' " 'Sure I do! I'm a boy and they always know all about that stuff. Hey, I've got an idea. I think Edith has a boy come in the house after she thinks we're asleep. Let's sneak downstairs and peek in on them.' "It sounded like a good idea, and I couldn't sleep anyway, after all the exciting conversation, so I got out of bed and followed my brother down the stairs quietly. We could hear voices in the living room where there was only one dim light on. We sneaked closer and positioned ourselves behind the room-divider that stood in pitch darkness and had holes for us to spy through.
"The boy with Edith was about her age and he was struggling to get out of his pants when we came on the scene. Edith was already down to just her panties and I remember how my breath caught when f saw her cone-shaped breasts bare and shining in the dim light, their nipples dark and erect.
"She was seated on the couch and caressing her breasts, pulling the nipples through her fingers while she played with them. His pants off, the boy stretched himself on top of her and we saw their hips move in rhythm, rubbing against each other. I felt a hand under my nightgown and looked down at my brother's crotch. He had his dong out and he was rubbing it back and forth with one hand while he tried to play with my slit with the other. It felt real good and I returned to watching the couple on the couch.
"Edith pushed the boy off her, stood up and stripped her panties off. Once again the hair around her hole fascinated me. It must have done something to the boy, too, because he reached for her hips and slid down to the floor on his knees in front of her. She spread her legs and I watched him stick out his tongue and push his face right into her hairy slit!
"His head moved up and down and around and I looked at Edith's face while he was doing this. Her eyes were closed and she was swinging her head around and had both hands on his head pushing him closer and deeper into her light hair. Soon she shuddered and I could hear sounds of slurping, like when my Dad used to drink coffee that was too hot. They both got back on the couch then, and Edith put one of her legs over the back and the other on the floor, spreading her legs as far as they could go.
"We watched as the boy pulled his shorts off, and I'll never forget my feeling when I saw the huge dong that sprouted between his legs! Compared to my brother's, it was a monster! He mounted Edith and we saw her guide his thing into her hole. When it was in, they both bounced up and down on the couch and Edith was moaning and groaning with each bounce. I still remember the words she uttered.
" 'Do it faster!' she kept saying. 'Fuck me faster, faster!' Then pretty soon they both lay still.
"I turned my attention to my brother and me, and found it was now my hand that was rubbing on his dong and it was also full of a white sticky substance. There was a strange but good feeling between my legs, too, as his finger went in and out of my slit with its full length!
"When the couple on the couch decided to get dressed, we knew the show was over for tonight and we quietly scampered back to our room.
"My brother climbed up to his bunk, and I crawled under the covers to lie awake most of the night, playing with my slit and wondering why it felt so good.
"When we were twelve, my brother and I finally got together and actually had sexual intercourse. He used a rubber so I wouldn't get pregnant, and there was no pain because both of our fingers had stretched my slit and ruptured my cherry long ago."
That was the end of Joan's romantic story, and of my weird half-waking dream, that left me high and dry. What did this have to do with my passion for Millie? I'm no Freudian, I couldn't tell you.
CHAPTER TEN
I phoned Millie that I wouldn't see her that evening because I had to drive to South Jersey where I had prospects of obtaining an order. She was pleased and wished me lots of luck. "We can always date, darling," she said pleasantly.
Meanwhile, Millie had decided she'd accept Barnes' invitation to take her out that evening and settle, once and for all, the man's stubbornness to have a date with her. She felt secure that I, Tony, wouldn't find out she had accepted the man's invitation. Barnes phoned Millie and she said she'd meet him on the corner near her apartment building.
Barnes picked her up in his automobile. After she had settled in the front seat, he said: "You've made me a happy man!" Saying this, he gave her knee a pat.
She looked at him with mild amusement, said softly; "Oh...?" She liked the youthful look about him; his voice was low, yet inspired confidence in her. His handsome face made it impossible for her to ignore his personality. Down deep inside her, she knew she could return his affection even though she had no desire to encourage him to go the full route with her.
"Nothing like a little drive before our having dinner," he said quietly. "I suppose this does sound old-hat to you, but it's true, and even more so when you're doing it with someone you are fond of."
Millie shrugged. He was a delight to listen to. She didn't have a ready answer for him and merely smiled at his remarks. Oh, she thought, he'd turn that charming self into a hot man of passion if he ever had her on the bed, fondling her over with the naked desire to enjoy himself to the fullest.
"If I were a little forward," he said after a few minutes of driving, "I'd invite you up to the apartment and perhaps pitch a little woo!" He laughed heartily as if he had made a joke.
She smiled. "A little, woo, eh?" She looked out of the car and. watched the scenery for a fleeting second. "I imagine you know what that would lead to."
"It could lead to something enjoyable, and that's for sure," he said, encouraged that she hadn't avoided this bit of conversation. "I think you'd make an enjoyable companion no matter where... " She watched him thoughtfully as he kept his eyes on the road... he was like a young man courting a girl, full of charm and eager for a conquest. She felt, while reclining in the seat of the car, that he was very attractive, and what woman wouldn't like to go to bed with him--married or single? She decided she couldn't continue with such thoughts... she would be inviting herself into something she shouldn't.
"It's nice conversing like this," Millie said following a brief silence. "I suppose you always go for a drive like this when out on a date?"
He laughed. "I seldom go on dates, that is, without my wife. I'm living it up right now, so to speak. Besides, you've attracted me to the core, Millie... I think you're a very sweet and desirable person."
"Why, thank you," she said in a low voice.
They wheeled along Riverside Drive, then they returned to The Gate, at Bleecker and Thompson streets in the Village. "You'll love the musical attraction here," he said. They ordered dinner and danced together, quite warm and friendly.
Repeatedly while they danced, Barnes tried to press his leg forward between hers, but she quickly maneuvered out of the planned ensnarement.
He whispered against her cheek: "Wouldn't it be cozy if we went to your apartment, or even mine, after we're through here?"
She liked his warm, friendly ways, and she knew she couldn't pass the rest of the evening without him. However, she didn't answer his question.
Millie and Barnes had a lovely steak dinner, complete with imported French wine. Millie had refused champagne, telling Barnes that good red wine was just the thing to wash down a fine steak.
Barnes agreed, sharing her delight in the food and drink. Finally, he asked in a polite way: "Again, dear, shall we go to my place or to your apartment?"
She gave him a thoughtful look, not wanting to appear anxious to give an affirmative reply. She smiled when she caught his anxious look.
"My apartment, of course," she said finally. "But no free-for-all stuff. Know what I mean?" She shrugged, thinking she could certainly take care of herself if he became too forward. She had enjoyed the dinner and drive and finally agreed that she owed him that much.
Barnes was thinking too. If he had known Millie more intimately he could now be sharing her apartment. They'd certainly go places every day during his stay in the city. He liked moonlight bathing. He recalled his high school days when he and some of his classmates had attended a beach party on a deserted beach--the affair tapered down to both sexes bathing in the ocean in the nude. He grinned when he thought of the quiet under-the- blanket sessions, when couples slid out of their swim-suits and screwed.
He had made his first major conquest swimming in the ocean. The cold water and then their warm bodies made their contact quite blissful. Barnes also recalled how much he had enjoyed the second round as much as the first; however, he couldn't figure out why the group never had another beach party. Perhaps, he thought, the couples didn't want to risk having their parents finding out--chose instead to have the future affairs privately, now that the ice had been broken.
Acutely aware of the position he was placing Millie in, Barnes had "hopes of converting her--having her completely interested in him.
Millie decided to be nice to Barnes, but it wasn't her intention to go directly to her bedroom with him. He had no right to expect her to turn whore just because he came to her apartment at her invitation. She enjoyed his coming there, however. Had she known him before this she would have considered him a good friend.
Barnes was affable and talkative. She served coffee and a light cocktail. For something cool to drink, she placed a bottle of ale in front of them.
"Here's to everything nice," he grinned, lifting his glass to drink her a toast.
"Thank you," she added cheerfully. "I had a great time this evening, dining and dancing with you, Dave." She studied him, then turned away when his eyes fastened themselves on her.
She sat on the chair facing him as he sat comfortably on the sofa. His legs were apart and relaxed and he had leaned back and continued to look at her.
Finally he said, "Why don't you sit here beside me? It's a lot cozier here."
"I'm comfortable, thank you," she murmured softly. He seemed so thoroughly relaxed, as if he had visited her often. He was so attractive and inviting, that for a brief moment she wished she was sitting close beside him.
"Come here, won't you?" he asked again, patting the place beside him. "I really want you next to me--sort of lonely, you know."
She held her glass of ale in her hand and giggled at his remark. Then slowly she sipped her drink.
He decided if she was reluctant to sit by him because she was shy, he had to take the initiative and lead her to sit beside him. With a broad smile, he rose and went to her and took her by the arm.
"Come, now, Millie," he said, "be a sport... I'm really lonely for you!"
She permitted him to lead her to the sofa. When she sat down, he sat down beside her and silently put his arm around her shoulder. "Now it's real cozy-like," he said warmly. "I like your apartment very much."
"Thank you," she replied as he drew her closer. He put his cheek against hers and she didn't move away. He turned his face suddenly and kissed her firmly on the lips, and they lingered that way for several minutes.
Barnes could hardly resist running his hand up her spine, wishing at the same time he could play with her breasts. He feared doing so because she might halt their kissing and move away in a huff. She was no pushover, he was certain, and this was no time to get brazen.
Inwardly he was happy he had effected this meeting with her. He liked kissing her, and it was obvious she liked him.
Millie liked his strong arm around her shoulder like this. It gave her a feeling of being wanted, and in this case, loved. He moved his mouth away from hers and asked, "Now, isn't this better?"
Barnes tried to hold back the urge to push Millie back in a reclining position, and feel her breasts crushing against him as he fitted his body over hers. He had built up a complete desire for her when they had rubbed their cheeks against one another.
For a fleeting moment Barnes fondly thought he was heaving belly against belly, and her tongue was racing like the wind against his...
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Millie said nothing. Her breath came faster. Dave began kissing her passionately with his arms around her. Their thighs touched. At first he thought she'd move away. He had tested her to see how far she'd let him go. So far she did not resent his getting overly familiar.
His handsome mouth wasn't easy to resist. Millie began to quiver in his ardent embrace. The touch of his thighs thrilled her. For several minutes she veritably floated on air.
Dave was happy he had command of the situation. If he hadn't, he'd have tried to lay her right there on her own sofa. He yearned to belly-roll over her, at the same time take off her panties.
He decided to chance it. His hand slowly wormed its way down from her shoulders toward the small of her back, and then he placed both hands on her buttocks and drew her up to him.
Millie held back, though their lips were sealed together tightly. She was reluctant to withdraw her mouth from his. Barnes stopped the familiarity with his hands as he worked his tongue in her mouth. Gently his hand slid upward to her firm breast as Millie moaned silently in delight; sounds of pleasure escaped his lips. She didn't know how far he would go, all she could think was that his tongue was working toward putting her in orbit. She quivered as he grew more passionate.
Oh, what would Tony say to all this? she kept repeating to herself, even when she was being thrilled to death by this newcomer in her life. She wanted to make love to the man so desperately, yet at the same time be true to me, Tony.
David held her tightly now with both hands on her buttocks. He eased her up toward him, then prepared himself to push her rearward in a gentle manner.
Millie wouldn't have any of that. "Please stop it!" she murmured after she released her mouth from his with sudden firmness.
"Don't stop now!" he gasped in her ear. "You're really a hot delight! Let's not stop. Oh, Millie, please let's not stop now!"
As if to emphasize his point he swung his mouth over hers again and savagely sucked in her breath. He began to moan softly something about having her, now or never. He couldn't understand why she didn't want him to go all the way.
He rubbed her lush little rump with machine-like delight and went on kissing her with plunger-like ferocity.
Millie tried not to succumb completely to him even though his body heat and passionate kisses were beginning to drive her wild.
While he moaned, half in pleasure, half in dismay for not being in her, she abruptly began pushing herself out of his embrace.
"What's with you, Millie?" he moaned quietly. "Can't you see I'm wild about you?"
"I'm sorry, Dave--we've gone far enough!"
"You're being cruel, whether you realize it or not." His voice was gruff now.
"I know you think I'm such an awful tease, Dave, but this is as far as we go." She was thinking how close she had been to giving in to him. Dave was all man, and his charm had captivated her. Could she let him go on making love to her when she was still very much in love with her Tony?
After she moved away she sat inhaling deeply--trying to breathe in a normal manner once again. She had allowed herself to be carried away. Barnes was frustrated and piqued. He longed to shed off his clothing, longed to possess her--now, if she'd only let him!
"Oh, daring," she said, not realizing she had called him darling. "I've been a dreadful tease!" She paused and then added; "For a while I forgot my own boy friend--you're so charming a lover!"
"You fit the meaning of the word 'nice' completely," he said as a matter of fact, trying not to hide his disappointment, for she had to see how he felt. "But you stopped me just as I was about to enter the portals of bliss!"
She laughed uncomfortably. "I know, I know--but you must know how I feel. I'm not that kind of person. Please understand that."
He merely stared at her and wondered why she should now ask him to understand.
"Please don't preach," he said with an embarrassed cough. "I know the whole bit. I shouldn't have allowed myself even to expect you to open up for me." He sighed and rested a hand on her knee. "I must admit, Millie, you really had me going, and I was really living for a while!"
"Perhaps you have another woman in mind, who'd give you some relief," she said seriously. "I'm sorry I went into this as if I were someone who'd go through with it."
He wished she wouldn't harp on the subject; it was hard enough to forget how close they had been to fucking.
Millie at the same time had to consider herself fortunate that he hadn't forced himself on her. She furtively glanced away, pretending she didn't see him adjusting his trousers and moving his legs so he could sit more comfortably.
"A little stroll about the room will do us both some good," she said graciously. "Meanwhile I will put on the coffee."
"No more coffee, Millie," he said politely, as he thought of having his motors, all four of them, racing like mad and not getting anywhere.
She picked up the bottle of bourbon and poured him a drink. She refilled her glass with ale, then quickly went for more ice cubes.
Dave paced the room for a brief time and went back to the sofa to sit.
Within a short time he maneuvered her back to his side again. "The evening is young--you wouldn't want me to finish the evening alone in some tavern--maybe meet a female wolf who'd be glad to take me on," he said softly.
He kissed her gently on the mouth and tightened his grip around her waist. She quivered at his closeness, but she was determined not to have him get her into another hot jag. She was certain he'd not stop for anything if permitted to rev up his motors again.
Barnes could very well put her under his warm embrace, lying there on the sofa. There, they'd be completely thrilled at having each other.
Millie looked at him with a quiet expression. He appeared understandably serene despite the look of hot desire in his eyes. She had no way of knowing what his thoughts were. She could partly suspect he was studying her like a tomcat about to pounce on the female. If he was disappointed, she was sorry--after all, he shouldn't have taken her for granted.
Her thoughts continued to race through her mind. Dave's wife must be a trusting woman to allow her attractive husband to visit a big city, knowing full well he might draw the interest of other women to him. Perhaps he had told her he'd behave and she had nothing to worry about. She laughed inwardly at the thought. A woman certainly had to be extraordinarily broadminded to think a man would behave normally away from his wife, particularly in a city which had its full quota of carnal pleasures.
While they quietly kissed, Barnes allowed his hand to slowly travel up her spine. Her lovely breasts commanded his attention. Those attractive honey-dew melons were inviting; he began to fondle them until he finally sighed and wondered desperately why she didn't just relax and lie there with legs apart and receive him more passionately.
A smile played on his lips as he thought of the last sex session with his wife before he had left for Manhattan. Christina Barnes, a lovely blue-eyed blonde, had a trim figure and was very much in love with her husband. Their lay had been a blissful one. He had carried her laughingly from her dressing table to the bed.
When he had deposited her on the bed, he gently ran his fingertips up from her lower belly, rubbing here and there until he reached her tits. She lifted her face to his and their lips met. As he straddled her she grasped him tightly around the neck. He then fondled her thighs, becoming firmer and firmer as desire for her increased. He cupped her breast and kissed it gently.
His wife quivered as he held onto her with a stronger embrace and fitted snugly over her. She wrapped her legs around him and kissed him savagely.
"I love you madly!" he breathed excitedly in her ear when she momentarily removed her lips from his. "Little wife, you be good to me and I'll always hold you above anyone else I know!"
"Oh, I love you so, Dave!" she whispered in return.
He slapped her tenderly on the ass and then lifted her toward him. "Hold on, honey!" he gasped and increased his pace. "It's getting so nice, you know."
"I know, I know!" she breathed in his ear as she quivered from the joy, "you're so heavenly nice!"
The following morning she had rolled over on her side after he had awakened and kissed him on the cheek. Her hands pressed warmly against his firm, slim stomach--her touch had been a shock-tickle and he laughed uproariously.
Tenderly he reached over and cupped her breasts for several moments then kissed the tips with a passion of tenderness. He then leaned over her and gently pushed her over on her back, then mouth-to-mouth they remained welded to each other with arms tightly clasped around their necks.
As their bodies rocked and the pace increased, they began to moan in delight. Finally, her grip around his neck grew firmer as he rose and dropped like the fast movement of a series of waves in a turbulent sea...
But that was his wife, many miles away, and here he was in the arms of the impregnable Millie!
CHAPTER TWELVE
I was approached by Ken North, the manager of the firm I work for. "You must do me a favor, Tony," he said. "My sister is having a party and she's looking for a handsome fellow to be at her side when she plays hostess. She wants you to be her escort. She isn't a frumpy old maid. She can have the pick of anyone she wants."
I tried to hold back my disappointment. Shirley North wasn't my type. I didn't care if she could be nice as pie if she wanted to. All I could see was a stylish, stout woman who could be demanding if she didn't have things going her way. If she had had a boy friend, it was a well-kept secret, because she made the rounds alone. However, in emergencies she'd press a cousin into service. Her cousin was a presentable man who would gladly come to the rescue when a male escort was needed. He knew as long as he kept in the good graces of Ken North and family, he'd have an opportunity to come into extra money when special jobs availed themselves. He received all the lush commission jobs.
Ken studied me carefully, then remarked: "You've done handsomely in recent days with your commissions. Pretty nice for a fellow new in the business."
I nodded and smiled a little. I wondered what he was driving at now.
"I don't have to remind you that my sister is a fine person, and I like to see her happy. What do you say?"
I got the message. What could I say? I had to snap at attention. However, no one would make me like it. I also wondered what Millie would say to that. I had hoped this social bit wouldn't lead to any conflict between Millie and me.
The North party was a special affair, mostly to impress clients and their families. Nothing was too good for his clients. Ken saw to it that everyone was entertained properly. I noticed how frequently the guests disappeared upstairs and came down separately at various intervals. It seemed to me that some of the couples could hardly wait for bedtime and rushed upstairs at an early hour.
I decided to take a fade-out powder, but Shirley smiled at me and approached as I was about to go to the bar and order myself a big drink. It was obvious she was going to introduce me around and wanted me to be at her side.
"What can I do for you, Miss North?" I asked as we faced each other.
"I'm Shirley to you," she gushed and turned on the charm. A smile covered her pleasant face. Her black hair was plastered down and a diamond clasp held it in place behind her head. Her large earrings of pearl were like big lanterns hanging from her ears.
"Call me Tony," I said pleasantly.
"I want to give the impression you're my boy friend," she said in a low voice, afraid someone would hear her remark. "Get it?" She nudged me in the side and laughed uproariously.
"I get it, Shirley," I said softly and went around a chair to her side. She put her arm under mine and we walked forward.
The first couple, a middle-aged, portly, gray-haired man with a dumpy wife who had dyed her hair silver-gray, were the first ones Shirley greeted.
"Oh, darlings, I'm so glad you could come! You know Ken. I just can't get him to stay around long enough to meet his business friends and relatives."
"Yes, yes, Shirley, a woman has her hands filled trying to keep up with everything these days," the silver-gray-haired woman said pleasantly. Then with a nod she gave her husband a go-ahead signal and he turned on the charm.
"Yes indeed, Shirley," the man said promptly, "your brother is lucky to have you hostess these parties. His wife has never been one to give parties. One thing I'll say, though, she likes to go to them." Shirley's eyes narrowed and lifted; she showed her annoyance; she didn't like to hear any comment about her brother's wife, slight or otherwise.
"She's a fine woman," the man said quickly. "Ken's wife has all she can do as it is," Shirley said. "It isn't easy you know, doing things at the last minute--packing, running around, answering the phone and listening to people talk before she can call Ken."
"Oh, we know," the woman said promptly. "It's a hard life for a woman to see that her husband is properly taken care of."
Shirley frowned and promptly led me to a group of five men who were discussing business, holding cocktails in their hands. Shirley greeted them by name and they exchanged pleasantries. She introduced me as Tony, a good friend who was visiting Ken.
The men exchanged looks after we left. Knowing Shirley, they probably wondered how Ken had managed to get me to be her latest gentleman friend. I smiled inwardly and thought that this uncomfortable game couldn't go on forever. The party had to end sometime, and above all, I'd have to go on the road for more orders for the firm.
You can well imagine how I felt when Ken said he'd like me to stay over for the night because the party wouldn't really be over until the next day. If the floor would only have split open I'd have been glad to drop through. I thought of Millie. I knew I had to put in more time with her; how else could we get to know each other? I asked myself.
Before the evening ended, Shirley suggested that we go out on the terrace. She felt a breath of fresh air was just the thing to perk her up. She giggled like a young girl as we went out the front door. She had bowed several times to friends who caught her eye.
I felt her snuggle close and squeeze my arm as we walked, arm in arm, to a spot that afforded a little more privacy. "Oh, I'm so glad Ken asked you to come," she said warmly, pressing close as we sat on a bench which was hidden by several potted plants.
I turned on a smile, but didn't feel at all comfortable.
"You're absolutely fabulous! I couldn't imagine how you'd look. Thought you were an older man at first. Frankly I was worried. The last man Ken invited to be my escort was, let me say, not too enthusiastic about it. He said his wife hadn't been feeling well and that she had threatened to leave him if he carried on with another woman."
I didn't make any reply. I didn't care what the guy said or how he acted toward a nagging wife. I didn't feel so hot myself.
"You're too handsome a man to be so free and footloose, Tony--may I call you Tony?"
It appeared she would talk the whole night through. "Sure, why not?" I remarked dryly, realizing fully I was in for further intimate talk. "You are single, aren't you?"
"Yes," I said and promptly added, "but I intend to marry soon. You see, I have a girl who might be wondering what's keeping me away on an evening like this."
She shrugged and murmured, "Oh?" Then after a pause, she added, "Don't you think the moon is romantic tonight. Won't you kiss me, Tony?"
I tried not to show surprise, and if I hesitated she might take offense, so I leaned over and kissed her long enough on the lips to be impressive. Her chubby arms went around my waist, and I made a pretense of putting my arms around her shoulders.
She didn't stop at one kiss. With sudden vigor she held her lips on mine. I could feel her quiver with excitement that appeared to be building up inside her.
Oh, brother, I said to myself, what have I let myself into. She's really a big one!
Her hand found its way to my knee. I suddenly knew she wasn't going to retire for the night without first trying to entice me to go to bed with her. Inwardly, I couldn't blame her. She wanted a man, and she wasn't going to sit idly by.
She began kissing me again; I made another feeble attempt to embrace her; her flowing breasts flopped against my chest and we held onto each other.
She may not have been a slim, bikini-attired beauty, but I had to appreciate the fact that she still was female and the body warmth was there. I had to make the best of it somehow. If Shirley became a little more demanding, I'd probably jump out the window and run all the way home. Without my realizing it, my hand wandered down to the base of her spine. She quivered and giggled. She gushed, "You're awful, Tony!" When I stopped she said with annoyance, "I didn't say stop, darling!"
When we were alone shortly after, she made it plain that I was to go to her room when everyone was off to bed.
Fine, I said to myself, here goes Romeo off to a cowbarn where he'll really earn his keep!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Shirley phoned me as I lay on my bed, reading a copy of "Girlie", which I had found on a chair by the window. She said it was all right for me to come to her room now. I didn't want to put the magazine aside because I found the article I was reading very interesting. It was about voyeurism and exhibitionism. The subject was a woman who got her thrills by lifting her skirt and spreading her legs apart when someone was looking at her. When alone, in a sensuous movement she'd rub her lower abdomen with her hands. She liked to do this without clothing because she found this sexual excitation overpowering and soothing, and it gave her plenty of satisfaction.
I pictured Shirley lying on her bed waiting for me with her chubby legs apart. I guessed I'd do the belly-rolling if we both were to let out the sparks.
I shrugged at the thought of the old saying--if you don't like the looks of a dame you were about to have an intercourse with, put a flag over her face and do it for glory. I slipped into my dressing robe, wearing my trousers underneath, as I wanted to have appropriate clothes nearby should I have need of them in a hurry.
I knocked lightly on her door. In seconds she threw the door open and stood there looking at me with eyes brightly lighted up.
"Oh, darling!" Shirley gushed, "I'd have been sorely disappointed if you didn't show up!"
I stepped inside and looked at her in the soft yellow glow of the bed lamp. She was wearing a flowing nightgown of flimsy lace and I admitted to myself she wasn't too hard to look at.
"Please make yourself comfortable," she said. "There's plenty to drink."
I went to sit on the lounge in the forward end of the room and waited for her to serve the cocktails. She went directly to the cocktail table and poured the drinks; she handed me a glass, and lifting hers to her lips said, "To everything nice--especially to us!" She didn't sit down, but I drank along with her. It was obvious she was in a hurry to go to bed.
I watched her as she slid out of her gown and moved toward the bed. She still wore her bra and panties, and I liked what I saw. I slowly began to shed my clothing, and in a short time I was in bed with her. She giggled when I placed a hand on one giant tit and began to gently rub. "Yum, yum," I whispered. "You are really stacked, baby!"
Her hand slid over my chest and stomach and then she rubbed my crotch. I was beginning to get hot and slid my hand under her bra and gently worked it off. I pressed against her and quickly freed her of her panties.
She was beautiful in the middle, and her big luscious healthy breasts stared at me like something with big eyes, in the dark. From this angle she was enormous, but pleasantly enormous. She was a nice package of desire!
I placed my hand over her triangle and rubbed. She giggled and grabbed my cock with a firm grasp. "Oh, darling, you're awfully big!"
I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. I was in the mood for kissing and embracing because soon enough I'd be driving her home.
"Do you do this sort of thing often?" I asked by way of making conversation. I figured if we paused and chatted for a while, she'd come up for air. I sort of suspected she didn't have a man to fool around with as much as she wanted. It wasn't easy to come by a young man, even though her brother was wealthy and would pay a good price toward getting her one. The North family was a closely knit one, and Ken had created a trust fund and a monthly allowance for his sister. In return, she proved a very good business associate by performing personal duties for her brother such as entertaining heads of business firms and handling private matters for them and him.
After I had asked if she did this sort of thing often, she allowed a brief silence to follow. Finally, she giggled. "Must you pry?" Her eyes were fondly caressing me. "Oh, you are priceless, Tony!" She paused and then said: "You could make me a very happy person-Marry me! I have plenty of money and I'm sure Ken would give you many more chances at big orders and big commissions."
I patted her gently on her ass and wiggled closer. She began to quiver with excitement. I murmured, "It's a mighty good offer, Shirley, but someone has priority over you. I have a girl friend, and we're very much in love."
"But you haven't asked her to marry you yet, have you?"
"We're as good as wed!"
She pondered for a moment then said, "Why don't you offer her a sum--let's say, five thousand dollars. I'll advance you the money. No girl in her right mind would refuse such an offer, darling."
"You don't know my girl," I laughed. "She'll see me hang by the balls first!" I had put that on rather strongly. If I knew Millie, she'd angrily denounce me for falling for someone else. But she'd gradually soften up and say, "It's all right with me if you prefer to marry someone else. I won't hold you back."
"Please think about it," Shirley begged and began to nibble on my ear. "I love you Tony--you really do something to me!"
"You do something to me too," I said, and began to rub between her legs. She was fabulous... I felt her growing on me. She already seemed as attractive as a slimmer girl, only she was bigger in places.
I promptly forgot that she wanted me to buy Millie off, as we kissed and embraced.
"Will you think about it?" she asked between kisses.
"Sure," I said quickly, willing to say anything so she'd stop harping, "but I can't do you that favor right away. The girl has feelings, too."
I suddenly told myself, if Shirley were only Millie, I'd make love to her as furiously as a raging storm, and we'd glow in ecstatic pleasure as we embraced each other.
Without further talk we began increasing our action. I stabbed at her as we rose upward and downward with the tide. Moaning into each other's ear we twisted and rocked in the joy of it. Finally we entered the climax--there lying quietly in each other's arms we rested. Then suddenly I realized that the woman I had had intercourse with wasn't Millie at all but just plain, buxom Shirley!
Shirley was nobody's fool. She knew my having her this way in bed wouldn't help her cause too much, especially when she had the healthy competition of my own girl. Nevertheless she, like any woman filled with hopes, believed there could be exceptions. She could make a good catch if the man was drawn to her.
It was obvious I was the ticket for her. Her brother Ken had plans--he was no fool, either!
I began to wonder why Shirley couldn't get herself a husband. She'd increase her chances of finding one if she frequented bars--the better class kind--and met the gentlemen there. There always was the chance of getting a man interested in her, whether for herself or her money.
Well, she'd make out, I assured myself. I wasn't going to take on problems that weren't mine. Shirley was an advertisement on any current page of Life... a woman glowing with a radiant happiness. Her face was wreathed in smiles as I left her.
She stood in front of a full-length mirror and admired herself, realizing that she could still be made love to by the male of the species and that she wasn't a total loss as far as she was concerned.
As she looked over her own body, she didn't see the lumps of overweight, and even when she carefully studied the size of her breasts she was contented that a man could love her for what she was, and not what she hoped she could be. Tony, she thought, you've made me feel like a woman!
She continued to study herself for several minutes more, running her hands over her breasts and down along the curves of her body. She felt warm and tingled with sensation. She must marry, she thought; she now had a man who'd give her plenty of affection from now on in. She was tired of wishing and hoping for a man to sweep her off her feet. Tony, she thought, was just the right man, but could she manage to get him? She somehow began to realize that this wasn't easy even though she would go on wishing he'd give in to her.
She paced about the room naked and carefree, as if the world was her oyster.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
When I finally got to something like sleep, I had still another of those weird, vivid dream-memories, or memory-dreams. They were getting to be a regular thing now--maybe I'd ought to see a head shrinker. This time it went back to my high school days, when I had a real hard-on for two minx-like girls in my class, Sylvia and Joyce, and used to fantasize about screwing them both. The nearest I ever got was to pet with one or the other of them at a drive-in--but in my dream now, the two of them were lying naked in bed, smiling up at me invitingly.
In the dream, I was a grown man and they were still in their teens. Naked, I walked over to the bed. They made room for me and I stretched out, my stiff penis rising in the air, curving only slightly. I closed my eyes when Sylvia instructed me to do so, and then I spoke.
"I'm not going to make a choice, because you've got me so damn hot and bothered now, I only wish I had two pricks to fuck you both at the same time! There are some coins on the dresser," I told them, "take one and flip for the first screw. I'm going to stay on the bottom though, so we can regulate the insertion. Besides, I'm probably too heavy for either one of you. Now go ahead and flip the coin."
I heard them as they chose heads or tails and then the coin was flipped. Joyce won the toss.
She turned to me with a lustful look on her young face and I knew this would be one night I would never forget as long as I lived. She climbed onto the bed and straddled me below the knees. She playfully bounced my stiff rod around, watching it spring back. Then she rose on her knees and waddled over my body until her young steaming cunt was positioned directly above my penis she held in her hand.
She lowered herself to the throbbing lance and rubbed it back and forth along the lips of her pussy, lubricating it. Still holding onto the cock, she leaned her head forward and pressed her lips to mine. Our mouths opened and the instant our tongues pushed into each other's mouths, she lunged forward with her hips, impaling herself deeply on the spear beneath her lithe body. She bit my tongue as the pain of the insertion hit her, but the simultaneous pain of her tight cunt around my bulbous prick caused me enough discomfort in that area, so that I didn't notice the bite until I tasted the blood.
She pulled her face away from me and rested her body on her hands which were clutching the bedclothes beneath us. Her head hung down and her cascading hair fell over my face. Slowly she lifted her head and looked into my eyes. The lust was still there and it could be discerned through the misty tears that had flooded her orbs at the moment of impaling.
A leer appeared where a child's smile should have been, and she cupped her small breasts in her hands and bent down, pushing one of them into my mouth. When my tongue stroked her nipple, she began to move her hips ever so slightly.
Gradually the pain of the first impact gave way to joyous delight as my prick tickled her clitoris in the movement. She raised her hips higher and brought them down again, deepening the thrust. Soon she was performing the classic motion and we were deeply involved in a good old-fashioned screwing session.
When she climaxed the first time, she repeated the sitting up straight maneuver and then rested for a second. Suddenly I saw Sylvia's head above me. She pushed her lips to mine for a moment and then pulled away. Her mouth went to Joyce's and her arms fastened themselves around her friend who was impaled on my cock. It only took a few seconds for Sylvia to swing her hips around until her knees were settled next to my ears and her crotch was lowering itself down to cover my lips.
I think at that moment, in my dream after all those years, I could have died and been happy in hell, because I was experiencing pure heaven on earth... more heaven than any one man deserved in ten lifetimes! To have my stiff cock rammed deeply inside one luscious child-woman while my tongue was tasting the delights of an equally luscious 13-year-old brought me to the heights of passion and joy.
I couldn't hold the floodgates closed any longer. My body stiffened and my tongue went wild inside the love-lips of Sylvia as I shot my load in tremendous spurts into the body of Joyce. Beautiful, passionate, lustful Joyce... and her equally beautiful, passionate and lustful partner, Sylvia!
At that precise moment I didn't care if the world ended or I spent the rest of my miserable life in prison--or if I never moved again. This was worth any price I would have to pay, I felt.
There was only a semblance of rigidity left to my prick, but Joyce kept on with her motions until she was able to explode for a third or fourth time. I had lost count.
Sylvia meanwhile had shifted her pelvis away from my mouth, but kept it positioned just above my head. I took one of my hands away from Joyce and put a finger in the vagina that was above my line of vision. Sylvia squirmed on my finger and I heard her utter a moaning sound as I dipped deeply within her. I then withdrew my finger and put it to Joyce's lips and she took it in her mouth and licked it dry.
I then put my thumb in Sylvia's slit and eased my forefinger of the same hand into her anus. I moved the two digits together until my hand was drenched with her love-juice. Both girls then collapsed on the bed next to me and the three of us passed out.
* * *
I have no idea when it happened or how long it had been going on, but when I came to, in my dream, I found both girls had reversed themselves and now Sylvia was impaled on my once again stiff, throbbing prong, while Joyce was nuzzling her pussy, still drenched with the results of my climax, over my face.
If someone had told me two hours earlier that I would have delighted in eating my own emission as it dripped from the crotch of a 13-year-old Lolita, I would have told him he was nuts. Perhaps I was the mental case, because I not only ate it, but I probed deeper for more, whether it was mine or the girl's.
The magnificent feeling in my loins as Sylvia bounced up and down on my lance was getting to be almost more than I could bear. Her pussy seemed larger than Joyce's, but it simply could have been more pliable. I didn't know and I didn't much care.
When the sound of a third voice in the room came to me, I was too engrossed in what was happening to me to pay much attention. It was only when both girls gushed their juices into my mouth and drenched my genitals, that I finally felt the climax pouring forth from my tired and slightly sore prick.
"Now that's what I really call 'baby-sitting!' " Millie Jackson said as she stood leaning against the door gazing down at our naked trio on the bed. "For God's sake, Tony, couldn't you wait till I got here before you started robbing the cradle?"
"Millie!" I almost shouted. "How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough to have seen some pretty torrid action," she answered firmly. "But how could you seduce two innocent young girls like these? My God, they're only children!"
Both of my bed partners were apparently unaware of the seriousness of the moment, because they were relaxed, heads on the pillow, and smiling. Sylvia spoke up before I had a chance to.
"Don't get up tight, Miss Jackson," she told her. "It really wasn't his fault. He didn't seduce us... we seduced him!" They both bent over with laughter.
"Why, you little bitches!" Millie was getting angry now. "I ought to take you across my knee, both of you! You're just little teen-age whores!" she spat.
At that point the dream got all confused and I woke up. The dream-orgy had given me some relief, at that.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Millie was disrobing for bed and her thoughts were of me, Tony. Where was I during the last few days? she asked herself. True, she had spent an entire evening with Dave Barnes because she had been free that night. However, she worried when I didn't get back that weekend. Did Tony have another girl? she asked herself on a number of occasions.
She knew that some women, in order to hold onto their man, would give themselves long before they were wed. She wouldn't cheapen herself, she vowed. What if a man got all he wanted of a woman--the one he intended to marry--then later left her for someone else who impressed him more?
Her thoughts returned to Dave Barnes. He was a married man on a visit to the city; yet he thought nothing of having another woman while his wife remained home with the children. Of course, it wasn't any of her business how he carried on. He could be very much in love with his wife, but he had to play the field on occasion.
She smiled inwardly and told herself she was no better than he. She had gone riding with him, and later they had made love to each other like a couple of lost lovers. Even though at the time she wished it was I who was making love to her, she had liked Dave in a warm way.
She had permitted him to caress her breasts and kiss her passionately. "You're such a hot delight!" he had gasped in her ear. "Let's not stop now! Please let me have you!" All this came back to her. She was thankful, however, that she hadn't let him go all the way, otherwise she would have never forgiven herself.
Millie slipped in her soft linen gown and threw a light blanket over her. She sighed as she lay on her back, looking at the ceiling. She had warm thoughts of Tony--of me--this could have been our wedding night. She could have been waiting for me to come to bed. She even visualized me, tall, handsome in splendid nudity, about to straddle her.
She wanted to feel my warm body--my mouth on hers as we tightly embraced.
My hands could now be roaming about her body, my tongue darting in her mouth as she quivered in pure ecstasy.
I then would increase my pace and she would lift herself upward to receive me.
We would ultimately and sensuously roll and wriggle while I worked for more thrills, exploring with my hands. Oh, she could see and feel it all!
When it was over we'd hold each other tenderly for a long time.
Later, I'd play with her breasts again and we'd be ready for another round. With our lips pressed together she would flick her gliding tongue into my mouth.
Sparks would begin to fly again as her breasts firmly pressed against my chest, crushed like grapes in a wine presser. Then it would be over and only sweet thoughts of the past moments of bliss remaining...
* * *
I had thoughts of my own. I wondered what I had let myself into when I listened to Ken's suggestion that I be Shirley's escort at their party, and accept her invitation to spend the night in bed with her. I didn't mind the affair in bed, but what it might lead to.
If I spent one more night with Shirley, I thought, she might as well claim me. To marry her was the last thing I planned to do!
I counted myself lucky to have a good job with Ken's firm, and I was also proud of the fact that I was doing fine time with Millie.
Swiftly I came to the decision that Shirley had to get someone else to accommodate her, and I didn't care if Ken replaced me with one of his countless relatives who pestered him for jobs.
Several days later Shirley phoned and asked, "Won't you visit with me this evening, Tony? I want you to meet my friends. Of course you'll be a house guest. I do want you to repeat your command performance." She giggled the last sentence. "You were simply marvelous!"
Dismayed inwardly that she had phoned, I said calmly, "I couldn't possibly visit tonight. I have a date with my girl."
"Must she come between us?" Shirley asked bluntly.
"She's my girl. I don't want to break up with her, that's for sure. She expects me to give a good account of myself if I so much as go AWOL for one night."
"Seems to me you're letting that girl take a lot for granted," Shirley said, straightforwardly. "Show her who's boss, Tony darling. I do want you badly!"
She was getting sticky and I began to wilt.
"You're so virile... I'm like putty in your hands... " Would she ever stop talking? I asked myself. "Sorry, Shirley," I said flatly in a final effort to end the conversation, "Please don't expect me to call on you in the future... " She said goodbye in a huff, and when I heard the receiver slam, I sighed in relief, glad to have her off my back--at least for now.
I didn't care whether she complained to her brother or not. I had my own life to live!
Ken phoned me later. He wanted to know why I wouldn't accept Shirley's invitation. After all, she liked my company and thought the world of me.
"I'm sorry, Ken," I said calmly, knowing he was going to be unreasonable, even if he carried the conversation in a soothing manner. "I explained to Shirley why I couldn't see her under these circumstances."
There was a pause, then Ken cleared his throat and said gruffly, "Shirley's taken a shine to you. Maybe if you dropped that girl friend of yours, we can arrange a deal--you'll benefit greatly, I promise you, Tony."
"Shirley is a great girl," I interrupted, "but I'm practically engaged to marry the girl I'm going around with."
"You won't be riding on an even plane for long, Tony," he said sharply. "If you don't change your mind about calling on Shirley when we ask you to--you'll be out of a job!"
"Maybe that will suit me perfectly," I retorted angrily.
"Now, don't be too hasty," he interrupted, "don't take on that cocky attitude. I have my sister at heart, and you have a good job!"
Sure, it was all right for him to talk like he did. He was a married man and I surmised he may have felt toward his wife during courtship as I presently felt about Millie. But I knew there would be no reasoning with him in a matter like this. He was all frost and ice and there'd be no defrosting him.
The brief quiet that had ensued caused Ken to speak out, "Are you still there, Tony?"
"Yeah," I replied, "and don't expect me to change my mind." Then suddenly I was struck with an idea. "Why don't you let me try to get someone else to escort your darling sister?"
He didn't answer. He may not have liked my suggestion. Ken was in the driver's seat and whatever he would say was an order--and it had to be carried out!
"Listen, Tony," he said in a sugary tone, "you aren't playing ball with me."
"I don't intend to," I replied firmly, thinking we might as well quit now.
"Enough is enough!" he said angrily, "you no longer work for me. If you have any money due, I'll have the bookkeeping department mail you a check." I heard the receiver slam, and that was that.
"Well," I murmured aloud, "now you've really done it! No job, no nothing!"
I suddenly was in the mood to drink half a bottle of bourbon and sleep the rest of the night and even part of the morning, just to forget that I had gone through this experience.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
"Eat ass, Tony!" I muttered to myself, feeling angry enough to phone Shirley and tell her to go to hell for complaining to her brother.
Why did Ken pick me to be her escort and companion whenever she was hostess to a party? I kept asking myself.
Sure, Shirley had given me a fine time in bed that night I had spent with her, but I had paid dearly for it. I was now without a job because it was impractical for me to play lover-boy to her on a regular basis. I wanted to see Millie that day but I wisely refrained from doing so. I would tell her about losing my job because of a private argument with my employer, and she would be curious as to what it was all about. I had no intention of telling her why Ken fired me--this wasn't for her to know. It could touch off the kind of fireworks I wanted to avoid. No one else need know I had spent the night with Shirley.
I didn't feel much like having anything at lunch time, so I skipped that meal. I had planned to pick up Millie and arrive at the grill early so we both could have supper there.
Promptly I called on Millie, allowing time for us to have supper there, but she suggested we eat elsewhere at a place that featured the Herb Alpert type of music. I accepted the suggestion and waited for her in the parked car.
Occupied with my thoughts, I waited for her to get through work. I decided to postpone telling her I had lost my job until after supper. I didn't want to spoil her meal and I wasn't in the mood to bring on an ulcer or two.
We had a fine spaghetti and meatball dinner and washed it down with wine; for dessert we had Italian ice cream with blueberry pie.
We talked mostly about the weather. I expected Millie would ask me what I was doing with myself, what I had done in the last few days. I certainly could have asked her the same thing.
"Have you been bothered by that Dave Barnes character any more?" I asked suddenly.
She looked at me with eyes opened wide. "Why do you ask?"
"Let's say it's curiosity," I chuckled. She had been taken by surprise by my question.
"He's vanished--at least it appears that way. Sort of grew tired of my saying no to him." She laughed slightly.
She could have slipped in a date or two with Barnes without my knowing, I surmised.
"It wasn't easy to discourage him, Tony," she continued, still eyeing me closely, not knowing that I was really concerned about the loss of my job.
"A persistent cuss, huh?"
"I must admit he is quite a handsome fellow," she said forthrightly.
"Indeed!" I said, startled slightly at her frankness. "I hope you don't have a crush on him--have you?"
"Of course not," she hastened to add. "But I only tell you what I see--" I grinned. "Just as long as he doesn't attempt any more inroads to your affections... " I reached over and held her hand with gentle firmness and looked at her with concern. I suddenly regretted that she had seen the look.
"What is it?" she asked pointedly. "Are you in trouble? Is there a woman?"
I shook my head. "No," I said gruffly.
"I'm not good at guessing-games," she said quietly. "Will you please tell me--now?"
Bluntly, I said, "I've been canned. My former boss Ken North demanded that I perform services beyond the call of duty."
"What's that supposed to mean?" She looked at me in bafflement.
"It means something personal has happened between us--if I explain, it will alienate us--you and me, that is--and that's the last thing I want to happen."
"Oh," she said in a whisper. "I won't pry, if it is as serious a thing as all that."
I sat back and looked at her with quiet amusement. I said finally, "I'm not exactly a Jack Paar. I don't own a television station. I certainly must search for another job--because I want to marry you someday... and soon."
I downed part of my wine and looked at an empty chair across the table. "I used to shine shoes when I was a kid. My father was a shoemaker, you know, and I made quite a bit of change--plus tips."
"You'll have to do more than shine shoes," she said with a smile. "Youngsters these days are live-wires. They'll outrun you to any customer all the time."
"Perhaps you're right," I said, "but what about getting a dishwasher's job, if the Puerto Ricans and other help don't resent my horning in?"
"You're being silly," she smiled. "You'll think of something, just you wait and see."
I was kidding, of course, but she was right. I would think of something. If I did well in selling air-conditioners on a regular basis, I could try my hand at selling something else. I thought of advertisements I had scrutinized in the Sunday papers. I had seen several ads calling for shoe salesmen. I thought I'd like to try selling shoes, though the salary would be a damned sight smaller.
I then thought of the good money other salesmen jobs were offered in Manhattan. All I had to do was contact the right firms.
It was obvious Millie was disappointed that I hadn't told her the reason why I had been fired. If she had suspected that there was a woman involved, she would certainly have harped on the subject.
* * *
Later, we went to her apartment so she could change her attire, and then finally we went to a movie. We enjoyed the picture, immensely. "We should see movies more often," I suggested when we left the theater and headed for a nearby bar and lounge.
We were back in her apartment before one o'clock. We chatted, sitting on the sofa. I was inclined to be cheerful despite the concerned look on Millie's face.
"Come now, Millie, this isn't the end of the line," I said crisply.
"A decent job these days isn't hard to come by, Tony. But I wouldn't dream of our postponing marriage because you're now unemployed. I have my job, and--"
"Enough of this kind of talk," I interjected. "I expect to marry you in the not-too-distant future, regardless of whether I have a job or not."
She shrugged. "I'll go along with that!"
I wasn't going to let any of the Norths get my goat. Sure, Ken was nothing but a sore loser, I hoped he'd choke on the next arrangement he'd make in getting a man to escort his sister around.
I put my arms around Millie's shoulder and moved in closer and kissed her lingeringly on the lips.
She put her arms around my neck and held on. We kept kissing like this for a few minutes, then we stopped.
After a brief silence between us she said quietly, "Are you ready to tell me why Ken North sacked you?"
I looked at her in mild surprise, not expecting her to bring that up again. I was in no mood to stir up a hornet's nest.
"I'm going to find out, one way or another."
I grinned and pinched her arm. "You're not thinking of phoning Ken, are you?"
"No," she said flatly.
"All right," I said resignedly, "let the bricks fall where they may. Ken has a stylishly stout sister who for some reason is in need of a man--someone with marriage in mind. To fill in the gap-- I was her escort while she hosted one of his big parties. When I refused the second time, saying I had a steady girl, I was told to stand you up or else..."
"Oh?" she murmured. After a pause: "I appreciate the sacrifice, Tony, but how can I show my appreciation?"
"You'll find that is an easy thing to do. Let's forget all about Ken and his charming sister, and that job I suddenly saw slip out of my hands." Millie gave me an amused wink, and said: "If I were pleasingly plump, would you still be interested in me?"
I laughed and suddenly pictured Millie, lusciously built Millie all spread out like a woman of forty, and not looking so dainty.
"Go ahead and laugh," she said, all amused. "I imagine I'd laugh if you asked me the same question about yourself."
"Sorry," I said quickly. "I, too, may wind up with a middle-aged spread. Can you imagine the difficulty I'll have trying to get into my darling wife's pussy?"
"Oh, you funny man!" she said impishly. Then seriously, "If I had my choice, we won't either of us get that way--ever!"
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
"You went to bed with her?" Millie asked bluntly. She pushed back an unruly lock of hair. "Nice goings on, I'll say... with Ken's sister, yet!" I ignored her remarks. I didn't want to start her mind churning. The Lord only knew how she'd react after she got to thinking that I had gone to bed with Shirley. I hesitated even to mention her name.
Millie took a deep breath. "I suppose what's been done has been done, however, I dislike to think that this business can continue once Ken makes a reconciliatory overture--after all, he may have fired you on the spur of the moment."
"I doubt very much if Ken will eat humble pie. He has the world at his feet, so to speak. Plenty of money and influential friends can make a man awfully independent, you know."
"What a contemptible person, this Ken. Wonder who sired him--a mountain goat?" She was annoyed.
I moved slightly away. We had been sitting there on the sofa and I wearied of sitting in one place though I still wanted to keep my arm around her shoulder. It was comforting to know I loved someone who cared.
She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "I'm behind you, darling, in anything you do. If you don't want to tell me that you slept with this woman, I won't try to pry it out of you."
"Thanks, honey," I said gratefully, "there's nothing I like more than an understanding woman. For that reason, I want to marry you."
She beamed and her eyes began to sparkle. She then embraced me as she leaned all over me. I slid my hand up and down her spine and whispered, "Millie, I love you!"
Between kisses, she whispered huskily in my ear, "You're the tops, Tony! I love you too."
I kissed her as if to punctuate her words. Then I suddenly thought of what Shirley had said in way of my getting rid of Millie: "Why don't you offer her a sum of money--let's say, five thousand dollars. I'll advance the money, of course."
That certainly was a laugh. She'd probably said the first words that came to her. I'd like to see a tight-fisted person pay out five thousand dollars for anything. I knew sticky-fingered people who wouldn't let loose a thin dime unless they were forced to do so at gun point.
If Shirley had been a generous soul, she wouldn't have complained to her brother about my not wanting to visit her. Ken, the pompous ass, should be in my position. I wondered how much of a lover he'd be under these same circumstances.
* * *
Millie meanwhile was thinking her own thoughts too. She had become interested somewhat in Dave Barnes despite her desire to forget him. She liked the handsome fellow, welcoming him as if he could share her with me.
True, the saying, what you don't know won't harm you, can be soothing at times, even though you perform a double-take when you realize suddenly someone is competing with you.
Sure, Dave Barnes was a married man and was visiting the city for a week or so, but what if he really fell in love with Millie? There was no telling what the result would be. Barnes might seek a separation from his wife. Millie could fall for him and let me go.
My thoughts became dismal ones. I didn't want to lose out with Millie. You'd think with our sitting close together like this, and kissing affectionately, I'd be contented--no such thing!
If Millie could have seen me straddled over buxom Shirley in her bedroom, she'd have reacted like a woman scorned. She'd take a pot-shot at me with a .22, if not kick me in the southern exposure and order me to never darken her door again, like a character in an old movie.
I gently worked out of her embrace and walked to the window and looked out. I paced the floor with her eyes following me like those of a faithful dog watching its master. I finally stopped at the window and watched the quiet scene of people walking by outside.
Millie rose, walked up behind me, slid her hands around me and squeezed me tightly. "I love you, mucho, mucho, Tony!" she said. "You're attractive, you beautiful hunk of man! Your firm body thrills me ever so much even from this angle."
"Honey," I laughed softly, "are you trying to tell me something?"
"I love you, isn't that enough?" she said. She gave me another delightful squeeze, pressing her body against me.
Oh, baby, I said to myself, a little more of this and I'll forget to be a gentleman! I get hot easily, and this reaction of hers could start me off, and pronto!
I wanted to carry her off to the inviting sofa. I kept asking myself, what am I waiting for? A conquest had to be made pronto if the circumstances presented itself. You just couldn't sit back and wish for a nice piece to come your way on a silver platter.
When she released me, I turned and faced her; she put her arms around me as I did to her. We drew each other close and I rubbed my cheek firmly against hers, then we swayed with the sheer bliss of it all.
I pressed a leg in between her limbs and held her firmly. We kissed hungrily for a few minutes and I was hot and firm, filled with desire to have her.
Finally she released her arms from about my shoulders, ran a gentle hand through my hair and whispered softly, "Tony, Tony, my own man, if only we could do a little more... you're so... " I interrupted her with heated kisses and then started to lead her to the lovely arms of the sofa; I helped her take off her clothes. Finally, I pulled off her flimsy panties.
We paused briefly and she said, "I love you so, Tony, darling. I can't hold out any longer. Why should other women have all the fun?"
"Oh, Millie, don't worry about a thing! If we don't hit it off, no one else will."
With sudden firmness I pressed against her. I ran my hands over her buttocks. I was literally drooling at the prospect of getting into her panties right then and there.
"My darling," I gasped in excitement, grabbing her tightly. "Why shouldn't you get on the bandwagon?"
"Sweetie pie," she said with feeling, "I've wanted you all these months--but I didn't want to play the part of a street-walker!"
"You should have let me in, darling," I gasped in her ear. "You'll never change in my eyes. A man who doesn't respect the thing he loves is a damned fool!"
She put her arms around my waist and lowered her face on my chest. We held onto each other without another word.
"Come, darling," I finally whispered, "let's go to bed!" I looked furtively at the sofa. "I love you, Millie, please let's cement our friendship right now."
We were on the sofa almost immediately; slowly she sat down then leaned back against the pillow. I kneeled beside her and began kissing her passionately.
I was atop her in seconds. I couldn't stay away from her any longer, she was so desirable in her position of surrender.
"Darling, darling," she begged, "please take me now... must I wait forever?"
"Baby, baby!" I murmured in her ear. "You're everything a man needs!" I kissed her, embraced her and thrust with sudden vigor. "Now we're really together--I love you--love you!"
We both trembled in the excitement of possessing each other like this. I felt my body had been poised for this bit of play for hours; now that I was having her, my prick pulsing inside her hot, tight sheath, my brain whirled deliriously.
"Love me... love me, Tony!" she moaned.
My mouth suddenly closed over hers and I stifled the murmur of her voice. Then we came up for air.
Millie passionately began kissing my earlobe and all about my face. Her magnificently rounded posterior was a golden treasure... my body hungered to possess her entirely.
Her eyes glittered, half open now. She stroked my cheek, then ran her fingers through my hair. "Darling, it's been such an awfully long time before we really got to share each other... I'm practically overwhelmed!"
"Just hold on, honey," I gasped in her ear, counting myself so damned lucky to have freed her of her panties and gotten her to give in to me. Now, I wondered, how did she like the real stuff? Was she kicking herself because she hadn't shared this bit with me before? These were only questions... the real thing was that we were having each other as completely as possible. Yes, indeed, we'd be much happier for doing this!
Her eyes were magnetic, her breath so thrilling and hot against my cheek now.
I could feel her finger nails rake my back. I murmured a cry of pain and made a quick thrust forward, deeper into her belly.
"Let me have it again," she gasped, "again... again... again!" We clutched each other tightly and with twisting and churning movements, we enjoyed every nuance of our furious action.
Millie's long sighs and trembling body vibrating against mine finally sent us both orbiting, and then came a final exhausted period of heavenly restfulness...
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Millie and I showered, both as naked as a couple of kids in a wading pool in Puerto Rico. With a cake of fragrant soap each, we washed our backs. I really made the foam fly as I rubbed suds over our bodies.
She laughed and giggled, slapping me gingerly on the rump. I cried out and grabbed her by the waist and held her tightly, showering her with kisses.
She grabbed my ass and cried, "No, you don't! You deserved that smack on that beautifully built fanny of yours!"
"Maybe you're the one I should spank!" I said brightly, and rubbed my nose against hers like an Indian in love.
"Why don't you?" she laughed and held me tightly about the waist.
"Not now, baby. Holding you like this is all that matters right now!"
I turned on the shower full force and the spray needled us even more. We tingled with excitement--suddenly we were hot for each other again.
Between kisses, embraces, giggles and small talk we caressed each other madly. I was thinking of Shirley too. She would have gone completely off her rocker if I had her here, making love to her like a man who hadn't a piece for months!
I stopped momentarily and Millie gasped in my ear, "Don't stop now, honey--I'm, I'm mad about you!"
I rubbed her breasts and sucked on her lips. "Love me, honey?" I asked, rubbing my body all over her.
She suddenly released me and grabbed my precious jewels. "This is the real reason I'm troubled--I'll go mad without it relieving the tension in me!"
"Yes, darling, yes, I know!" I quivered with joy, knowing that we'd be in orbit again soon.
I put my mouth to hers and slid my tongue in between her teeth. We moaned blissfully for a few moments, then I murmured, "Let's towel off and mosey down to the sofa."
"Relax?" she echoed.
"Yeah," I said promptly, "like a couple of hound dogs!"
In a short time we were dried off and Millie suggested a cocktail. I declined. "We don't want to stop now, baby. Let's keep a good thing going!" She laughed and with arms about each other's waists we went over to the sofa. Within seconds we were rocking in each other's arms and kissing as passionately as ever. I wondered suddenly what Casanova had on me with all his women.
Our love was like a giant peacock spreading his fantastic feathers of beauty in the bright sunlight. We remained in each other's arms for a long time.
Millie made cocktails later, after we dressed. We chatted about her work at the grill. I wanted to make sure she was pleased with her job.
"Believe me, Tony, I wouldn't want a better place to work. The boss is easy on the help. The waitresses are fun to be with, especially when there is a lull and gossip and joking takes over."
"I get sort of jealous when I think someone might make a play for you at the grill, Millie. Do I have any competition?"
Millie shook her head. "Rest assured Tony, I don't encourage that sort of thing."
I nodded approvingly. That was what I wanted to hear. I wished I could say the same.
I began to think of the others I had had in bed, in the back seat of a car, any place where two bodies could be comfortable in the sex act, any sex act.
Millie had been such a wondrous delight in the shower. How exhilarating it had been, having her heart pounding against me, tightly embracing in the nude.
She broke into the quiet that had settled between us. She said: "It's sort of domestic, being here like this. It's as if I were serving cocktails to my husband after we had a go at it in bed."
I grinned. "It seems that way... a lot more cozier though." I thought: "There's nothing like two bodies rubbing together, and then having liquid refreshments."
Millie leaned over after she had placed her glass on the cocktail table, and began rubbing my inner leg. "It's wonderful to feel I have a man to love... who's beside me and so receptive to every move I make... "
"Yeah," I replied, "it's real smooth!" I slid my hand in her blouse and began to rub her breast.
The desire to have her again began to build in me. She moved closer and planted her lips over mine and we held on for a long interval. I was hard suddenly. I pushed her against the back of the sofa and crushed cozily over her body. Our lips never separated.
We gradually worked into a more relaxed position. I slid my hand under her dress and began lowering her panties.
"Darling, should we?" she asked in a low whisper.
"Why not? I'm rarin' to go again. I'm about to rip the seams of my trousers!"
She laughed a throaty laugh and wiggled out of my embrace. "I think we should take off our clothes... it's much better that way."
"It sure is, honey!" I said warmly, anticipating the pleasure of still another round. We rose from the sofa and embraced standing up.
She asked, "Would we have been attracted to each other if sex wasn't our prime interest?"
I looked at her partly in amusement, thinking at the same time, now why in the hell should she start talking that way? We went for each other from the start. We had wanted each other and we should let it go at that. I said in a mild tone, "People like each other for what they are."
Then without concentrating too much on what I said, I continued: "If it's primarily for sex, the likes and dislikes of the individual will dominate his choice. I've known people who liked others because they were friendly and intelligent, and sex didn't figure at all."
Millie looked at me in that quiet way of hers, and said nothing.
I said abruptly, "I like what I see in you, honey. I have already gathered you like what you see in me."
"Amen to that!" she chuckled and ran her hand over the small of my back and then squeezed my thigh. The touch of her hand gave me a prickly sensation--so pleasantly warm.
It was my turn to run my hands down her back and caress her buttocks... oh, yes--her beautifully round ass had always received a great amount of attention from me. I assured myself for the nth time, I could never have enough of her.
Millie liked caressing my body. I liked her doing it, too. We explored each other with our hands. I pressed forward, working my leg in between hers. I was firmly entrenched. She was beginning to breathe heavy with desire. "I can't seem to get enough of you!" she said excitedly in my ear.
I rubbed her thighs with increasing delight as she worked her darting tongue against mine. I was now ready for a more fulfilling round. We then separated long enough to undress. In a matter of minutes I was rolling over her on the sofa.
"This one should be a real humdinger," I grunted against her cheek and thrust my body forward... suddenly her legs wrapped snugly around my body.
"Take me, darling... take me!" she crooned huskily in my ear. "Please don't spare the power!"
I increased the pace and she matched every movement. "Dig, dig, dig!" roared through my brain. I heatedly dug into her, her moans and sighs music in my ear as we passionately tore at each other.
She didn't have to tell me... I was churning away, groaning with pent-up desire... this was real ecstasy. We were mad with pleasure... rolling and twisting. Then she suddenly let out a gasp of ecstasy and I followed suit. Finally, we both collapsed from the sheer joy of having each other so completely...
CHAPTER NINETEEN
The first thing I did that following Monday morning was to roam Manhattan in search of a salesman's job. First I planned to visit an air-conditioner firm which ran an eye-catching advertisement, asking for more men.
I was interviewed by a representative and was informed that I'd be advised by mail whether I would be accepted or not. "Fine," I murmured to myself, "here they advertise as if they desperately needed help--now they say in effect, don't call us, we'll call you!"
I was somewhat dismayed when it became obvious that jobs weren't as easy to obtain as one would think. I suspected the advertisement in the papers were serving only as a vanity ploy for firms that wanted to see their names in print.
For a change of menu, I applied for a shoe salesman's job, thinking perhaps I could learn the business. At least, I thought, the salary would pay my rent and keep me in pocket money.
The first shoe establishment I visited, I found that the manager wasn't in. His wife said she wasn't sure they had an opening despite their advertisement, because her husband had later decided to break in a nephew.
Before she could finish her story, a large number of people came in to try on shoes. The wife of the manager hired me on the spot to help the best way I could.
"Pretend you know what they're asking for," she advised sotto voce. "But for heaven's sake, don't show them shoes much too large--especially the women customers!"
"I'll do just that," I murmured, glad to be learning the business first-hand.
I waited on a boy who came in with his mother. I said he needed something stylish yet rugged enough to keep from wearing out within a week. "Why don't you let him romp around in sneakers?" I said to the woman. "He could wear the dress shoes to more important places." I was thinking the important places could be the Roosevelt Raceway or Monmouth Park in New Jersey. I maintained a straight face and hurried off to ask the other shoe salesman where I could find the sneakers and dress shoes for the lad who looked like he'd become another Soupy Sales someday.
I managed the sales of the sneakers and shoes, and the manager's wife gave me a nod of approval from her place at the cashier's desk.
"Always busy like this?" I asked a tall, friendly salesman.
"Only on weekends," he chuckled. "Maybe the nearby shoe stores are closed or have burned down or something. This amount of business on Monday is very unusual."
I next welcomed an elderly couple who made known what type shoe they both desired. I had only to step on a ladder and reach for the correct sizes and colors. I made the sale without incident and was rather pleased with myself.
The manager's wife, busy supervising and doubling as cashier, gave me a fleeting glance now and then, knowing I had the hang of things.
I was given a half-hour for lunch; I had a sandwich and coke at a drug store counter. I decided not to phone Millie and tell her of the job until I was sure I had it.
When the manager, a broad-shouldered, gray-haired man of about fifty, showed up, he said he couldn't hire me because he had promised to break in a couple of nephews. I accepted a full day's pay and promptly left.
* * *
"I should have stayed in bed," I said to myself later, "with a dame!" At least I'd have avoided the shoe-selling experience bit that had left me completely high and dry. The only thing that could get me out of this weary feeling was a bombshell of a blonde who'd tongue me to death. I wanted to speed my engine against a pulsating, voluptuous girl who vibrated with soul-satisfying passion.
Sex, I assured myself, was the best thing that ailed you. When you wrapped yourself in the arms of a loving dame, you forgot how rough the outside world could be at times. It was a dog-eat-dog world, all right, and I fleetingly recalled how Ken North had eased me out of a good job mainly because I didn't go for his precious sister, Shirley.
I smiled inwardly. Maybe I should have taken a job as a pimp. I'd at least be sure of meat on the table and a few extra bucks for expenses. I retracted that thought suddenly. How low could a man sink?
I found it more enjoyable to think of my shower with Millie, recalling how I had soap-sudsed our bodies, particularly hers, and how delightful it was to rub lather up between her legs while she giggled with glee... and later how she begged me not to stop doing it to her, saying she was mad about me.
Upon my return to my apartment I fixed myself a bourbon and relaxed on the sofa. I wanted to figure out a way I could find a job, important enough to want to keep it after I landed it.
I was pleasantly surprised to hear from Mike Prentiss, a salesman who worked at my last place of employment. "How are you doing, Tony?" were his first words.
"Don't have a thing lined up yet, Mike," I said evenly, "otherwise I'm all right. How are you?"
"Can't complain," Mike replied quickly, "but I had to call up and see how you were doing. It was a small shock when I learned you had left the firm."
"I'll explain later, I said, happy I had a friend, a person who was interested whether I was making out or not. "I've already begun the pavement- pounding." I chuckled because the pavement- pounding expression was something I had always thought was the other guy's lot.
Mike cut in: "Don't worry, Tony, I'll keep a weather eye opened for something. I know there's an opening somewhere."
I suddenly knew that Mike Prentiss was really a friend.
"Thanks a million, my friend," I said earnestly. "Maybe I'll repay this act of kindness... "
"Don't worry about anything," he laughed cheerfully. "After all, what are friends for?"
Mike was a pet of Ken's, and I thought that was logical. After all, a boss likes one particular personality better than the others and often makes him a supervisor, assistant manager or foreman.
Mike was an all-right fellow. He had never failed to supply tips to a newcomer and give him advice. I had been one of the people he had advised in the right direction during the time I had spent my apprenticeship with the firm.
I phoned early that evening and told Millie I was coming over.
"I'll be waiting," she said. "I was just about to phone you and ask you over."
"How are things, honey?" I asked.
"Fine," she replied cheerfully. "It's been a quiet day, and I'm feeling fine."
I promptly told her about my first try at job-searching.
"Oh," she said disappointedly, "it isn't going to be easy to find another job. I'm really sorry."
"Don't take it to heart, honey," I said quickly, "Mike, a salesman friend, phoned and said he's trying to get me a job."
"That's nice," she said, "I'm sure he will come through for you." Then with increased cheerfulness, "I'm keeping my fingers crossed."
"I'll be right over," I said and we both hung up. Millie greeted me in a light slip-over gown of bright yellow. She had returned from work, showered and changed into fresh clothing. I was glad I had put on a sports jacket and complete change of underthings. I felt as fresh as a daisy and fit for a session of love-making.
We embraced and kissed briefly after she had shown me inside.
"You're looking beautiful," I said, giving her a going-over with my eyes, "and inviting as all come-and-take-me!"
She slipped her arms around my waist and rubbed her cheek against mine. "I want to impress you, darling--you're very special with me!"
I winked and tried to come up with a stock answer and say: If that's the case, let's take off our clothes and make some sofa time.
She looked so inviting in her yellow dress, and I was beginning to get hot for her.
Finally she led me to the sofa where we both sat down.
My hand slid through her blouse and gently I fondled her breast. "Love me, honey!" I panted.
Her only answer was the pressing of her lips over mine.
Within me churned a burning desire to get in her without any hitch. I could picture Millie undressing for me and the following scene... as I reached out for her breasts she would fondle all parts of me with caressing strokes...
I wanted so very much to have her now, getting into her as she lay there, with her beautiful legs slightly apart, waiting for me. Her breath would come in gasps and I'd be shooting sparks as the contact became increasingly pleasurable.
Our sexual movements would become uncontrollable as we raced toward the beautiful and ultimate in passion...
CHAPTER TWENTY
I pressed my legs in between her gams as we stood there, and ran my hand up and down her spine. "I can't seem to get enough of you!" I whispered in her ear. The sweet fragrance of the perfume she wore was like the honeysuckle- covered fence of a country cottage. I wanted to devour her, if that was at all possible.
"It would be nice if we were at a seashore resort," Millie said, resting her cheek against mine. "We could run in the sand, barefoot, until we drop completely exhausted. Then on a blanket, we could hold each other, lying there under a full romantic moon." "Wouldn't it be lovely, though!" I said quietly, lifting her with two arms around her waist and holding her partly in mid-air.
She giggled and planted her mouth on mine.
Gently her feet descended to the floor, but she still held onto me. "Let's go overboard!" She whispered breathlessly in my ear. "I want you so very much, Tony!"
Reluctantly I let her go. I didn't want to release her yet. She was a delight to be snuggled closed to. I got even more pleasure watching her slip out of her dress and panties.
I shed my clothes in a hurry. In a short time we were standing there, smiling at each other, stark naked.
"Do I have anything in competition with Lady Godiva?" she asked softly, looking at me with eyes of admiration.
"Yes," I murmured. "Think of it, you don't even have a horse!"
Then we were in each other's arms again, snuggling as our breaths sent sparks of electricity down our shoulders. I rubbed her gently from the small of her back to her thighs.
She meanwhile had grasped my ass and squeezed them firmly. "Such firmness!" she gasped. "I love you, you well-built man, you!"
As her fingers tightly rubbed and grasped at my buttocks I wormed in closer to her body. She quickly melted as I worked my tongue against hers... her full breasts crushing against my chest were superb. Her eyes were closed, she was drinking in the exquisite feeling of being made love to like this. I could have entered her standing, but I wanted to prolong our passionate embracing and kissing. I loved being firmly fixed into her body.
I could feel her fingernails rake my back, but the pleasure of holding her naked body to mine made me forget their sharp digging.
Suddenly I grabbed her by her smooth ass and lifted her, this time higher than before.
She moaned her delight, screwing her mouth even more tightly over mine. I was as still as a curtain-rod, and her nearness sent an even more prickling sensation throughout my body. "Oh, Millie!" I gasped when our mouths separated for air, "I sure dig you the most!"
"Oh... oh!" she gasped, holding me as tightly as she could, "I want you to dig me the most! You're so wonderful!"
Her lips were all over my face. With a sudden movement I made a forward thrust into her body. She screamed in my ear... then we relaxed... taking it easy once more.
I slapped her gently on the buttocks and grinned. "Your luscious body and lovely tits are a mother's gift to a sex-hungry lover, baby mine!" Cupping her breast, I kissed the nipple and then rubbed her thigh and moved my body every which way. We went into a brief session of performing the act while standing. I wanted to do this in that position just for extra pleasure.
We both moaned in delight as our mouths pressed together and our pulsing genitals joined. This was bliss--every bit the meaning of it! Only a short time before, I had wondered what her reaction would be if I tried to lay her!
Now I didn't have to worry about that any more. We belonged to each other!
"You'll never tire of me, will you, Tony?" she breathed against my ear.
"Not in a million years," I said, tightening my grip around her shoulders and pushing forward.
"Oh!" she gasped, "you certainly have a method of punctuating your remarks!"
I grinned. Happy--yes, I was happy to have her like this. I knew she shared my feelings as we plunged into a whirlwind of thrust and counterthrust that would make both our heads reel!
"I feel like a buttercup with a dozen bees digging into its petals for the honey!" she gasped and wiggled in delight.
"Perhaps a little bourbon would help your nerves?" I suggested.
"No, thanks," she said, "I don't want to lose the magic spell!"
I maneuvered Millie to the sofa and placed her down gently. Her legs wrapped themselves around my body after I straddled her and tightly we held onto each other. Gradually we put the machinery back in motion. She had attuned her motors to mine. We were like two rockets clinging together and going into the same direction--headed for the moon. We moaned and squirmed and rose on the tide of happiness that surged through us.
She arched her body upward; hurriedly I thrust and continued until we both felt the shattering impact of the explosion. Minutes later we relaxed from sheer exhaustion, holding each other endearingly.
* * *
I spent the following two days searching for work in Newark. I had told Millie I would find work or die trying.
"Please don't overdo it, my love," she advised, reluctant to have me leave. I suspected she wanted me to visit her every night. Our being in love like this now would increase my pleasurable visits to her apartment.
I studied the advertisements and phoned offices and took buses to places where I sought work. I went through a barrage of interviews and filling in of endless applications. The first evening in Newark I had several cocktails and a late dinner, then went to a hotel where I rested.
I could have slept the following day, but I had to make a few more personal calls on firms I believed could use me.
I was too occupied in my endeavor to find work. I failed to advise Millie I wouldn't be back, until I had spent another day in Newark.
On the second evening of my absence Barnes phoned her. He said he was leaving the next day, and would she go with him for a ride and have dinner with him later. Millie accepted. She was surprised to get a call from him, and because I wasn't expected back, she gladly said yes to his invitation.
Barnes picked her up at her apartment, and she was ready for him--dressed to the teeth in a flimsy, cool looking outfit.
He helped her in the car, looking her over appreciatively. "Say," he grinned, "you're lovely! What have you done to yourself?"
"Thank you," she smiled warmly. "A brisk shower, is about the only thing I know of. A new dress is a great help too."
He rested his hand on her knee after she took her place beside him, and gently rubbed it. "Let's have cocktails first," he suggested.
"Couldn't we hold off until later?" she asked.
"If you like it that way," he replied cordially.
They enjoyed a lovely, cool ride on Riverside Drive, laughing and chatting while the car radio softly played popular recordings.
Barnes was indeed happy that Millie had permitted him to get into her good graces. He remembered how much he wanted to make love to her and fulfill his ambition to lay her. He was a frustrated person when he had left her apartment after his last visit, because she had stopped him when the going was so good.
He made up his mind now that he wouldn't stop any action with her, if she gave him another chance to make violent love to her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
"What a lay!" Barnes exclaimed to himself, thinking of Millie naked, as he parked the car at the side entrance of the Brass Monkey, a popular dining and dancing spot.
Millie wore a tight-fitting dress under her jacket, and Barnes could hardly resist running his hand along her beautifully shaped rear. Ah, if we only could make the sparks fly tonight, he thought.
They danced and made gay talk under the dimmed lights in the club. She found dancing in Barnes' embrace quite soothing. Her thoughts were of him only. She had gotten over the dismay of my going off to Newark and staying there overnight.
Charming Dave Barnes was especially attracted to her. His friendly glances paid her court and they kept searching for answers in her eyes.
Millie was thinking romantic thoughts. She wondered how it would be if she and Barnes were presently on an ocean cruise somewhere on the Pacific. It would be a perfectly thrilling thought to be on a moonlit drenched deck, and Barnes beside her, close together, looking out lazily over the cool, peaceful water.
She even thought of Barnes sliding his arms around her waist and bluntly saying, "Millie, you're beautiful in the moonlight... I want to make love to you so you won't ever want to leave my side for even a moment!"
She would laugh a tinkle of a laugh and snuggle in his arms. He would press his cheek against hers and breathe hotly down her neck. "Don't be too surprised, darling if in a moment or two I begin to undress you!"
"You wouldn't dare!" her voice would express her mild concern. She knew down deep inside she'd take off her clothes for him... she was so very fond of him... she wanted to be a source of pleasure for him too.
She'd tilt her mouth for him and he'd crush his lips to hers. His hands would caress and rub her thighs and she'd moan in pleasure as she ran her hands up and down the small of his back. She wished she was daring enough to want to take off his clothing... she wanted to feel the warmth of his body as she helped him off with his trousers and ultimately his shorts.
With his firm hands he'd go behind her and caress her full, ripe breasts... then he would press his warm body against her well-rounded rump and they'd snuggle even closer while he breathed against her cheek.
"The moonlight is maddening, and the feel of your body is even more so!" Saying this, he would thrust his midriff fully against her firm rump and sigh his passionate sigh of desire.
In her fantasy, Millie wanted to cry out how much she wanted to be taken by him. She moved backwards a little to fit more into the curve of his body... now they practically blended together. Barnes tightened his grip around her waist, and pressed his warm cheek against her even more firmly. His hot breath sent a prickly sensation throughout her body.
She wanted to cry out, "Dave, please take me, I can't stand much more of this!"
Barnes would be biding this time. There was a place in the shadow of the deck where he could undress Millie and have her without anyone invading their privacy.
Slowly he would turn her around so that they could face each other. Millie's heart pounded wildly within her as Barnes embraced her again and crushed his mouth against hers and held it there, working his tongue like a whirling windmill that sent quivers throughout her body...
* * *
Millie's thoughts suddenly turned back to the present. Over a cocktail, his leg brushed against hers. "Charming little place here, don't you think?"
Millie laughed and nodded. "Charming indeed. Ever see so many handsome people assembled in one place before?"
"This is what I like," he said evenly. "Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves."
She giggled suddenly. He rested his hand on her knee and asked in a low tone, "What's the joke? Let me in on it, won't you?"
"I was thinking how beautifully cool the couples are in this place. But their calm is completely gone after they retire to their rooms, later on in the night!"
He laughed and pinched her. "You're really thinking thoughts tonight!" He lowered his voice again. "I hope you don't send me home without a good lively tussle in bed."
She allowed that remark to go unanswered. She concentrated on the food before her. She particularly liked steak on special nights out like this. She watched Barnes through the corners of her eyes, pleased that he was enjoying the steak too.
"Will you be making another visit to Manhattan after you leave?" she asked, curious to know if he planned to come back.
"I will, that's for sure, but I don't know just when--I always manage a yearly visit somehow." She reached for his hand and held it tightly. "At any rate, you're making the best of this visit."
He grinned. "There'd be no fun if I didn't!"
"Your wife must be a very understanding person to allow you out of her sight like this," Millie said wistfully.
"Yes," he replied without any hesitation, "but let's not concern ourselves about that. We've been separated for brief intervals before. She is as loving as she ever was."
Millie shrugged and thought, perhaps so, but she'd never let a handsome husband like him out of her sight for days at a time.
He went on, saying, "Millie, you are a sack of gumdrops to me, like a sackful is to a bunch of kids!"
"Oh, thank you," she smiled. She reversed his compliment, telling herself that he was really a sackful of gumdrops to her.
Later, as they headed toward his apartment in his rented car, he said: "I can hardly wait until I can have you in my arms, kissing you like only I can!"
She laughed good-naturedly. "I wouldn't want to tire you... with all the embracing and kissing."
"Let me worry about that," he said, and reached out to pat her knee.
She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "You're a delightful person," she said. "I didn't want to accept your invitation at first because I thought you were like the rest--take a girl out, get her alone somewhere, lay her and then promptly forget her."
'He shrugged, rubbed her knee and said, "That's the penalty, sweetheart. A woman can't expect a stranger to give her everything a husband would give. However, that won't be the case with me. I don't love 'em and leave 'em. If I like the woman enough to ask for dates, and if I can afford the time, I'll keep on dating her--provided we have a mutual design on each other."
* * *
Barnes' hotel apartment was an attractive two-room affair. The ultra-modern sofa, an inevitable item in an apartment, caught her attention. A lovely guest-bed, she thought.
Within seconds after they had entered the room, they were embracing and kissing like two happy lovers.
Minutes later, he brought out the bourbon and ale with a container of ice cubes. They sampled the drinks and relaxed side-by-side on the sofa.
He yearned to lay her warm, attractive body on the sofa and possess her, while he showered her with kisses and fondled her body.
He put his arm around her shoulder and kissed her on the cheek. "Cozy?" he asked, inching closer to her.
"Wonderfully so," she replied as their thighs touched. They were now cheek-to-cheek and settled into a quiet interval.
His hand fell lightly across her knees and he rubbed it gently. She made no comment, merely stayed in position. Millie quivered slightly at the touch of his hand, wondering where he'd wind up.
She expected the preliminary workout would be his hands roaming about her upper body, but she waited in anticipation for his ardent love-making. She wanted his virile mouth to remain on hers; she wanted his lips smothering her. She thrilled greatly to his touch.
With two strong arms he drew her to him and held her tightly. She threw her own arms about his neck. Their lips were suddenly welded together.
"Oh, darling!" he breathed in her ear after their lips separated. "Heaven only knows, we should have gotten together much sooner! Look what we've been missing!"
"Yes, yes!" she breathed against his cheek and ran her fingers through his hair. "Oh, what I've been missing!"
Barnes gently cradled her to a reclining position. As she lay there, he raised her dress and pulled her panties down. He leaned over her, kissed her breasts and gently rubbed his fingers in her moist triangle. Millie began to moan in delight, reached out to draw him over her but he held her off momentarily. He was determined not to be hampered with clothing, and he hurried to slip out of his trousers and shorts.
They were suddenly wrapped in each other's arm. He held onto her with a firm grip. The warmth of their bodies drove Millie to a point where she wanted him to increase his pace more sharply.
She moaned from pure ecstasy, seeking to obtain more satisfaction by biting his ear lobes and kissing him on his face, forehead and back on his lips.
Barnes had worked himself into a feverish pitch; the tension he had built within him had to be immediately released; he felt as if he would go out of his mind. Then he was thrusting inside her willing sheath.
They both groaned, twisted, and rocked madly, showering each other with kisses and words of passionate endearment.
The pace increased, their climaxes exploded, and soon they were in a delightful, soul-filling moments of contentment. They lingered relaxed, but quite exhausted, in each other's arms.
Later they released each other with sighs escaping their lips.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
I was lying on my bed in the nude, dog-tired, after taking a shower. I had returned to my apartment after two days in Newark, job-hunting. It was late and my phone call to tell Millie I was back had to wait until morning. Meanwhile I wondered how she had taken my absence.
I also reflected I'd have done better if I had written to the firms for jobs, giving them a resume of my qualifications, instead of wearing myself out. Recalling that I had told myself I'd find a job or else die trying, I wondered if I had partly succeeded, because I wasn't feeling spry at all. I dozed off after lying on the bed for a while, and I didn't bother to put on my pajama top.
Promptly, the next morning, I phoned Millie about ten minutes before she left for work. I timed it so I'd catch her as she was about to slip into her street clothes.
She answered the phone quickly. "I'm back, honey," I said. "Sorry about not calling you sooner--I got back late--"
"Tony," she said, "I thought you had gone to Maine to spend the rest of the summer!"
"Seriously," I quickly said, "I spent a grueling time looking for work in Newark. It was too late to call you last night."
I paused and waited for her to say something about neglecting her, but she didn't.
"Are you still there?"
"Yes," she said hesitantly, "I wasn't prepared to answer." She hadn't gotten over the romantic interlude with Dave Barnes. "It's early--I guess my mind isn't out of the fog yet."
"I thought you'd like to know how I fared," I said abruptly, changing the subject.
"You got a job?" she asked brightly.
"No," I replied, "and I don't think the outside world is ready for me yet."
"Let's have breakfast at the grill," she suggested. "We can fill in the rest of the talk."
"My head is cracked," I said hurriedly. "I'm taking a Bromo. Will noontime be all right?"
"Yes, of course," she said. "I'll be expecting you. Sorry, I'll have to shove off."
"So long," I said and we both hung up.
I took a couple of shots of Bromo within an interval of fifteen minutes and rested on the bed with eyes shut. About mid-morning Mike phoned and said, "Get off your dead ass, my friend! You are hereby summoned to report to Sterling and Silvers Air Conditioners for work. Manager Dick Harding wants to meet you. You start work next week--Monday morning!"
Mike certainly spoke a mouthful. I was terribly elated and grateful that I had such a friend.
"You're a real buddy," I said enthusiastically into the mouthpiece.
"Save it," Mike laughed pleasantly. "Make sure you keep the appointment." He gave me the address and Harding's phone number. "By the way," he cut into his own conversation, "let me be first to tell you Shirley North is engaged to marry."
"Great!" I said in a pleasantly surprised voice. "Who's the lucky man?"
"Ken's new salesman, who else?" Then I heard a hearty laugh. "The lucky fellow now has a bank account big enough to strangle a horse... "
"All's fair in love and in war... " I chuckled.
We ended our conversation with the promise to celebrate over a couple of beers in the near future.
* * *
Millie noticed the look of happiness on my face when I greeted her at the grill. We had lunch after the rush of the noon hour. I waited, as I didn't want to take her away from her work. I killed the time nursing a light drink at the bar.
"I know you have good news of some kind," she said brightly, "please tell me what it is."
"Down, girl," I grinned, "it will keep a few seconds longer."
She made a wry face and pretended anger. "You must tell me, Tony, you're positively radiant--like a boy who's been given his first bike."
"Mike Prentiss got me a job with the Sterling and Silvers Corporation, and I report for work Monday morning." Simple and right to the point.
"Wonderful, darling!" she gushed and put her hand in mine. "I'm so happy for you!" She appeared as if she wanted to kiss me in front of all the people in the place, but she managed not to.
Later I left Millie who still had her work to perform, after telling her, "I'm calling on .you tonight--okay?"
She succeeded in hiding her dismay and said with a smile, "Couldn't we skip tonight and make it tomorrow night?"
"Sure, if you want it that way. What's the matter, don't you feel up to it?"
"There's nothing wrong," she hastened to say. "I'm tired, that's all."
"Take it easy then," I said, disappointed but glad she wasn't ill.
Well, I assured myself, a woman was entitled to a night off. I couldn't help feel that I was the one who was really tired; the pavement in Newark is as hard as it is in Manhattan.
* * *
It suddenly occurred to me that maybe Millie had made previous plans--a date perhaps. I found I didn't mind so much. If she had been lonely while I was away and had accepted a date, I'd go along with that. But if she planned to make a habit of it, then that was a different story.
I was in the mood for loving and maybe to get in some sack time with Millie. I recalled the two days and nights I had been away from her. It sure was a long separation, especially when I found it hard to keep the darn thing down, thinking of her.
Our first time together, without clothes and panting into each other's ears, was a delightful remembrance. I could feel her hands explore my taut buttocks as I moved forward on her delightful warm body.
Oh, how we moaned and rocked back and forth with our mouths welded together!
I had said I'd see her the following night and she had replied, "I'll be expecting you. We'll make up for lost time!" Her voice was low and melodious.
I didn't know if I could wait until the following night. I was in agony for a woman to possess.
I thought of Joan Wilder. Why didn't I call The Bluebird and ask for her? She would show me a wonderful time after a couple of drinks.
Phoning The Bluebird, I learned from the bartender that Joan had left town with some fellow and he didn't know when she'd be back. I thanked him and hung up.
I was reluctant to go back to the apartment and take a cold shower. I grinned inwardly, thinking how we kids used to relieve ourselves of tension. Thoughts of Millie still burned within me. I had to see her that night. Since she had said she wasn't ill, I decided to call on her.
When I got back to my apartment I immediately took a shower and directed my thoughts to my future job. With commissions coming in again, I was certain Millie and I could go on the honeymoon I had hoped for all these months.
While I toweled myself I thought of Millie again and wished she was there with me.
I managed to fill out the rest of the day and I timed myself to arrive at Millie's apartment about seven that evening, unannounced. When I arrived, I rang the doorbell and waited for Millie to answer it.
I didn't know what to expect when no one answered during the few moments I pressed the button. I was disappointed that she apparently wasn't home.
The burning desire to possess Millie made me groan. There was going to be a mighty tough going for me until I got myself a woman.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Was Millie entertaining a gentleman friend? I asked myself. Nonsense! She had eyes for me only! I wasn't going to leave until I was certain Millie was not in. Pushing the doorbell constantly doesn't seem annoying, but if you are at the receiving end, it can really get on your nerves.
Finally, I heard the sound of the lock and the door opened slightly. "Who is it?" Millie's voice asked timidly.
"It's me, Tony," I said evenly, trying to keep my voice down.
"Oh!" she murmured. I thought she sounded disappointed. "I can't let you in now, Tony. Will you come back later? Remember, you weren't going to call on me until tomorrow."
"Please let me in," I begged. I didn't want to tell her out here that I was hot for her and needed her like a shot in the arm.
"Don't ask me why, but please come back later," she begged, her voice terribly upset now.
I didn't have a suspicious mind, but only one thing could make her want me to come back later.
She had someone in there with her.
I managed a whisper. "Baby, I'm hot for you--please let me in!"
She didn't answer. I could almost hear her sigh of dismay.
Suddenly I didn't want to discover her secret. I recalled my experiences with Shirley North, and Joan Wilder, and Maisie and decided to forget about getting into the apartment.
"Very well," I said finally, "if you have a secret to hide, I'll come back tomorrow. But, you may as well know, it's a mighty long time between now and tomorrow evening. See you later."
I left without waiting to hear any parting shot.
* * *
Whoever it was, I mused, he must have been a prize package, because she didn't go for any Joe who tried to make her. I was satisfied that she hadn't been playing the field.
I was in a forgiving and philosophical mood. If I had another girl friend to go to right then, I'd have been more than pleased.
Dave Barnes, of course, was Millie's guest; he had phoned, and since I wasn't expected to call until the next evening, she said it was all right for him to come over. lie said he was leaving on the midnight plane and wanted to come over and say goodbye over a bourbon or two--from the bottle he was bringing with him.
They had been in each other's arms and Barnes was making violent love to Millie at the time I interrupted with my doorbell pushing.
I shrugged off the thought that Millie liked Barnes--or whoever it was--as much as she liked me. I wasn't too sure if I'd continue to be nonplussed, when I was the one who was going to marry her. It didn't make sense, but my fair sense of reasoning said, she had the right to play the game because I had done the same thing.
Naturally, a woman engaged to be married was supposed to be free of any entanglement. In my mixed thoughts, I recalled I had known someone who resembled Barnes and possessed his likeable personality. I asked myself, how could I clobber a man like that? A buddy during high school days said when and if he married, he wouldn't mind if his best friend screwed his wife. He said he liked his best friend.
I had laughed and said to myself, you just wait and see. You'll soon learn that no man fools around with another's wife, friend or not!
* * *
I visited Millie promptly the following evening. Truly, I was perplexed as to what to say in way of greeting; should I leave it to her to make an explanation, or should I stop her? I was in a good mood and as long as we were to get along in the future, I was willing to forget the incident.
Millie greeted me with a worried frown. "Cheer up," I laughed, "I didn't have any business coming over last night, anyway. After all, I did agree it would be tonight."
"Oh, Tony darling," she gasped, "I had no intention of locking you out! I'll die if you ask me to give you a full explanation!"
I put my arms around her and kissed her. "As long as you don't let it happen again, and as long as you're going to marry me, I say, let's forget all about last night."
"I love you!" she cried, throwing her arms about me. "You're all heart!"
"I'm all heart all right," I said, pushing my leg forward gently. "I've been all hard since last night, baby! I was fit to be tied for the want of you--look!" I promptly lowered my eyes and she giggled as I moved closer. She got the message.
After a few moments of kissing and embracing, I said: "After I've put away a couple of paychecks in the savings account, we're going to get hitched... and that trip to Bermuda still goes, so help me!"
"It would be heavenly--a honeymoon together. So terribly romantic. Bermuda is a delightful place to visit."
I visualized Millie dressed in a native skirt, twisting and waving her arms as she danced toward me and I wore only a loin-cloth. Then we'd go into the brush and lie on the soft green grass, under the most romantic moonlight ever.
With a grin I recalled Millie saying I was all heart, a moment ago. I just couldn't stand there like a bump on a log, so I began fondling her again. Our cheeks were pressed against each other's. I could hear her sigh happily. I caressed her rump and was mighty relieved that she didn't resent it, because this made me even more passionate toward her.
"I'm beginning to feel like a native girl you see in a travelogue." Millie cooed in my ear as I rubbed my middle against her.
"You have it all over a native girl, honey," I groaned in her ear, pressing as close to her as I possibly could. She tilted her mouth once again and I crushed mine against it. The sparks began to fly as the pressure of our bodies became urgent. I gently rubbed her soft buttocks and worked myself into a frenzy. We both moaned with delight as we swayed, feeling each other frantically.
We didn't take long to undress... finally Millie lay on the bed with her legs slightly apart. She smiled at me with half-closed eyes... she gasped as I descended upon her in a gentle yet firm way.
Like well-oiled machines, both our bodies rocked and rolled blissfully as we kissed and groaned our delight to possess each other once again.
"I'm in orbit!" she breathed huskily in my ear as she tightened her grip around my shoulders. "Don't you dare stop... dig, honey... dig, dig, dig!"
