She was having a difficult time concentrating on her typing that morning; her mind was preoccupied with another matter. Every once in a while, she'd snap to and realize that, due to all the mistakes she was making, she was getting way behind in all of the letters she was supposed to finish typing by the end of the morning. With a sigh of exasperation, she tossed her dark brown hair away from her face and proceeded to type the same letter over for the third time.
Yet, despite her very best of intentions to keep her mind on her work, her thoughts slowly but surely drifted back over the fantasy she'd been entertaining herself with all morning long. Her daydream started off innocently enough with her imagining herself having an after-work drink with the object of her desire, the office manager. She saw herself talking and joking with him in the dim light of some cocktail lounge. She would be watching his handsome face, particularly enjoying the lines which radiated out from his eyes whenever he smiled his heart-stopping smile. And in this daydream, she would be trying to hide from him the fact that if he were to reach over across the table and touch her in a manner that suggested more than friendship, she would most likely swoon on the spot from her barely contained excitement.
Next, she envisioned them going to his apartment on the pretext of them taking care of some extra office work. But of course, she would know all along that he was merely using the notion of work as an excuse to get her into the privacy of his home so that he could try to seduce her. Once at his apartment, she would continue acting as if she were fully expecting to do some much needed paperwork for him. Yet in actuality, she would be surreptitiously watching him as he somewhat nervously tried to figure out when and how to approach her. She would be secretly amused at his obvious tactics, such as turning on only one lamp to light the room with a soft, sensual glow and then casually offer her a drink.
She ran her tongue slowly over her lips as she typed another line or two of the letter before she abandoned herself once again to her fantasy....
He would bring her a drink and they would both sit on the couch at a respectable distance from one another while they talked. She would, with assumed innocence, slip off her sweater so that her full, round breasts could be better displayed to him through the sheer material of her clinging blouse. She wouldn't be wearing a bra, of course. And she would be totally aware, without letting on, that her nipples were erect from rubbing against her top.
She glanced down at her typing. Oops! Another spelling error. It was becoming increasingly difficult for her to continue working as she was beginning to feel very much aroused from her mental activity.
She tingled with excitement at picturing him being unable to stop his eyes from lingering just a bit too long on her well-shaped breasts, straining through her nearly transparent blouse. He would be embarrassed and would then glance quickly at her face to see if she had noticed the way he had been ogling her chest. She would act as if she hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary, and he would relax a bit, casually putting his arm up along the top of the couch so his hand would be just an inch or two from her shoulder.
They would both be feeling a slight glow from their drinks and their inhibitions would unwind a bit. And then, as he explained something or other to her, he would edge over towards her on the couch until their thighs were nearly touching.
A thrill coursed its way up through her body as she tried to imagine what it would be like to be so close to this handsome man, knowing that it would probably be only a matter of minutes or even seconds before he tried to kiss her for the first time. In this situation, she imagined that his voice would adopt a low intimate tone and that she would look down at her hands in her lap, feeling a sudden, rather pleasurable sense of embarrassment. He would see her cheeks grow pink, noticing her trying to hide a shy smile. Then he would know that she not only realized what he really wanted from her that evening, but that she actually was looking forward to the seduction. His cock would then begin to swell up in his pants and he would boldly do nothing to hide his arousal from her. He would be feeling very confident in his manly appeal to her now and he would want her to get a good idea of just how much he had to offer her.
With all her thoughts now intently riveted on her fantasy, her hands rested lightly upon her silent typewriter. She felt the rush of erotic adrenalin as she pictured him leaning towards her, his eyelids closing slightly and his lips parting sensuously as they prepared to meet hers. As they kissed, his lips and tongue would move gently against hers. She would be terribly turned on yet terribly frightened at the same time, for she felt so very much awed at the idea of being lavished by an attractive older man. Yet he was only 35, a scant 11 years older than her. Nevertheless, the thought of being touched intimately by an older man sent her blood racing lustily.
It was good her typewriter faced the wall and was situated in an out-of-the-way nook in the office. If anyone was passing by, they could have seen her face and would probably realize immediately that she was in the throes of some romantic ecstasy. Her large brown eyes were closed, her dark lashes becomingly juxtaposed against the pink flush of her cheeks. The tip of her tongue was just barely visible between her luscious, delicately shaped lips.
Those lips began to ever so slightly rub against each other as she thought about his large, long-fingered hands caressing her thick, wavy hair, touching the curve of her cheekbones, moving lightly along her smooth throat. Then, with tantalizing slowness, his hands would make their way down to capture and hold her breasts. She shifted about in her seat so as to help calm down the mounting feeling of sexual tension between her legs as she imagined his fingers tracing the outlines of her breasts through her blouse.
As they continued to probe one another's mouth with their tongues, she allowed her own hands to roam his body. She stroked his face, delighting in the roughness of his cheeks. Even though he was clean-shaven, she could feel the bristles of his beard, exciting at this symbol of his intense masculinity. Many women can't stand the feel of beard stubble, but for some reason, she regarded it as highly erotic.
A moan escaped her lips, startling her into opening her eyes and glancing about to see if anyone in the office was noticing her reverie. But business seemed to be continuing as usual. She turned back to her typewriter, sighing deeply. She really seemed to have gotten spring fever in a heavy dose this year. She shook her head in amazement at herself for she simply could not remember ever having been so sexually attracted to anyone as she was to Richard, the office manager. This crush had been developing steadily for the month or so she had had this job at Coastal Record Company. And now she was really in the throes of an intense sexual obsession. She simply couldn't get Richard out of her mind. As the days went by, her daydreams became increasingly erotic to the point where she amazed herself by the blatancy and forthrightness of just what her secret desires towards him consisted of. Usually when she thought of a man, her mind would only follow the train of thought as far as wondering whether or not he was good at kissing. But with Richard, she was spending a lot of time caught up in fantasizing in vivid detail about such wanton matters as, for instance, what his cock tasted like and what kind of thrusting motion he liked best while fucking.
At first, she was simply amused by these private thoughts. She assumed that she was going through some sort of brief weird phase that she would soon get over. However, as time went by, her fantasies about him had increased to the point where she now realized that something had to be done about them. I have to force myself to stop all of this silly nonsense with this man! She said inwardly. After all, it was out of the question for her to act out her daydreams with him in reality. She felt very staunchly about not getting involved with anyone she had to work with.
Just think how awful it would be to get involved or something with him and then either you or he decides to break the relationship off. You'd have to look at your mistake every day you went to work, she told herself primly. She felt glad that she had been able to keep her common sense intact despite this obsession with the office manager. She felt very confident that she would never do anything so stupid as to sleep with him.
She pushed her chair back, stood up, and began to cross the office towards the bathroom. That's when she saw him for the first time that morning. He was talking to one of the warehouse workers, over by the door she had to pass through to get to the bathroom. A faint tinge of lightness swept through her and she paused in her tracks for a moment, uncertain of what to do. Lately, her feelings of desire for Richard had caused her to avoid him whenever possible for fear that she'd give herself away to him by the look in her eyes. But bolstered by her firm resolve to quit thinking about him, she decided to stop acting like a schoolgirl and simply walk past him as she would if he were anyone else.
Yet, despite all her efforts, her cunt began to vibrate, rather like a Geiger counter does from uranium, as she approached the broad-shouldered man.
When she was just yards from the door, Richard's conversation ended and the worker he was talking to walked off briskly in the direction of the warehouse. She lowered her eyes and prayed that she could slip through the doorway without having to talk to Richard. But out of her peripheral view, she saw him turn and notice her.
"Good morning, Lillian. How was your weekend?" Richard's medium-deep voice poured into her ear like honey.
"Oh, okey-dokey. How about yours?" Lillian asked, adopting the usual feigned casual breeziness she used whenever she spoke with him. Oh god, she thought to herself, I can't stand it! For whenever she spoke to him in close quarters such as this, she was always startled by how handsome he was. All of the nerve endings in her body were trembling with the urge to do something reckless, like allowing herself to forget her surroundings and just jump on him.
He replied, "Fine," or something like that. She wasn't at all too sure what he said, due to the strong sexual wave which was spreading up through her abdomen like wildfire. His blue-grey eyes smiled warmly upon her.
She managed to smile back at him. "Good, I'm glad," she tossed over her shoulder as she made her escape through the doorway. Alone out in the hall, she began to laugh softly to herself. Well, she thought, it's a good thing I don't have a penis because, no doubt about it, I'd have pulled a boner for sure just now in front of him. She frowned suddenly, and began to wonder if she had shown him in some other way that he had made quite a physical impact on her.
She floated down the hall, engrossed again in the very subject that she had only moments ago decided to stop dwelling upon. She reached the bathroom and went inside one of the stalls. From the silence, she knew that she was alone.
Without making any conscious decision, she closed the seat of the toilet and sat down on it. She reached up and began to rub her lovely breasts in a circular motion. Her nipples hardened immediately. She liked that about her breasts that they were very responsive to the touch. Lately, ever since she had grown aware of her desire for Richard, she had stopped wearing a bra. She could hardly bring herself to admit that she was going about braless these days in the high hopes that he would notice her boobs bouncing firmly and jauntily beneath her blouse. But the truth of the matter was that she did want Richard to notice her tits. Very much so. For some reason, however, she'd recently also taken up going braless outside the office on the weekends when there was no Richard around to witness her mammary parade. It was almost as if her obsession with Richard was being carried over into her wanting all men to look at and secretly want to fondle her breasts.
She then slid her hands down past the curvy dip of her waist, and along the smooth expanse of her stomach. She pulled her skirt up, exposing her shapely thighs. She was wearing a thin lacy pair of green bikini panties. She could see the dark patch of pubic hair through the flimsy material. With her index finger, she began to gently caress her cunt through the silken panties. Her cunt jumped excitedly at her touch, rather like a puppy does when its master throws a ball for it to chase. She closed her eyes and wiggled her hips a bit to get into a more comfortable position on the toilet seat.
She moved her finger very slowly and tenderly because she wasn't very far from climaxing and she wanted to milk as much pleasure as possible from her throbbing clitoris. With her other hand, she began to undo the top buttons of her blouse so that she could caress and squeeze her bare breasts directly. Her eyelids fluttered open so she could see what she was doing in order to unbutton her blouse. She happened to catch a glimpse of herself reflected in the shiny enamel of the bathroom door.
The sight of herself sitting there, her thighs spread widely and a little tuft of dark pubic hair poking out from the top of her green panties, truly shocked her. Lillian was certainly no novice when it came to masturbation. However, up to this moment, she had only indulged in this pastime late at night when she was in bed with the covers pulled up to her neck and all the lights out. What really jolted her as she stared at her reflection on the door was how erotic she looked. She had never thought herself capable of being so, well, sexy before. She was fascinated.
Without removing her eyes from her reflected image, she freed her breasts from the confines of her blouse. The sight of the round creamy whiteness of her bosoms, each tipped with a deep-rose-hued nipple, caused her further surprise. She had always thought that her breasts were just that-breasts and nothing else. Yet there they were in the shine of the door, looking as good as any nudie magazine centerfold's.
But the incessant clamoring from her cunt to be touched stopped her first tryst with auto voyeurism. Her eyelids flickered shut and she hung onto the edge of the toilet seat with one hand to keep from slipping off. The fingers of her other hand slid inside her panties and teased the soft, hot flesh of her cunt until the orgasm she'd been building up inside of herself all that morning burst out of her, causing her body to jerk several times as the electrical waves of ecstasy washed over her.
A swift sharp intake of breath was the only sound Lillian uttered during the course of this activity as she was afraid, somewhere in the practical side of her brain, of the humiliation of getting caught masturbating.
Once her powerful orgasm was over, she folded her hands neatly in her lap and, still keeping her eyes closed, she rested as much as she could, considering the hardness of the toilet seat. She couldn't help but think of, and yearn for, the possibility of actually experiencing an orgasm caused by-and the thought made her face redden-Richard's hard cock. Yet, despite her embarrassment about thinking of the office manager in conjunction with masturbating, she had to smile dreamily to herself. She was rather enjoying the coarse path her daydreams had been following lately. There's nothing wrong with just thinking about sex, is there?, she asked herself. Not as long as she did nothing to actualize her fantasies, that is.
She opened her eyes and stretched. Then she stood up and got her clothing back into place. She started to leave the bathroom when she stopped suddenly and raised her hand to her nose. "Good lord, if I go back into the office, everyone will know what I've done. A very definite aroma of having just jerked-off on my hand." Always the thoughtful and efficient Lillian, she thoroughly scrubbed her hands with the flowery-smelling soap provided for the sinks in the ladies' room.
And as she entered the office, there was just the faintest flicker of a grin playing around her lips. But that was the only vague sign that this seemingly straight-laced young woman exhibited in connection with her recent unusual bathroom activity.
Lillian's relatively new presence at the Coastal Record Company was far from going unnoticed and unappreciated. The rather obese vice president considered her to be quite an eyeful. Hence, whenever the young woman walked by, his head would turn and a barely discernible leer would cross his beefy red face as his tiny eyes followed her movements.
Lillian wasn't oblivious to the attention paid to her by the vice president, Leon Cain. Mr. Cain was friendly, mingling with his fellow workers from the president on down to the lowliest of the warehouse workers. Therefore, no one thought it at all out of the ordinary that he went out of his way to talk to the new assistant art manager. However, Lillian became aware shortly after she was hired that Mr. Cain found the thought of getting into her pants to be far from revolting. In fact, all of her intuition told her from the very first time she was introduced to him that he was most likely going to cause her trouble in some form. After all, his pig-like eyes swept up and down the curves of her body so many times during their first meeting that she wondered if he was getting dizzy from his exertion.
Unfortunately, the idea of becoming intimate with Mr. Cain did not rest well with Lillian. In fact, during the one brief moment when she had tried to conjure up the image of what it would be like to couple with the exceedingly portly vice president, the only feeling which she was able to dredge up inside of herself was that of nausea.
Anyway, no sooner did Lillian reseat her shapely self back down at her desk than she felt the floor shake and heard the accompanying u huff-huff" sound of breathing, which meant that Mr. Cain was approaching. With the wall as her only audience, she rolled her lovely brown eyes heavenwards.
"Good morning, Lillian. How goes it with you today?" A large ham-like hand spread itself out on her shoulder.
Lillian tried but failed to stop herself from shuddering visibly from the vice president's touch. This was the first time he had ever laid a hand on her and she was slightly unnerved by this act of familiarity. But she decided to do nothing to discourage him. He was just being friendly, right?
"Oh, I'm fine, Mr. Cain. How are you?" Lillian answered brightly. Good lord, she thought to herself as she felt his fingers grope her shoulder as if they were searching for something. She looked up at him and he winked at her.
"No strap on this girl! Well, not wearing a bra again today, eh? That's a good little lady. You're keeping all the men awake around here." His face puffed out as he smiled. And stunned by his boldness, all Lillian could do was stare at a small piece of snot trapped in Mr. Cain's moustache.
After the mountainous man lumbered off chuckling to himself, Lillian glanced down at her breasts to see if it was really all that obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. And, sure enough, due no doubt to the embarrassment just caused her, her nipples were each forming stiff little points that were clearly visible beneath her blouse. However, Lillian was puzzled to find herself not feeling disgusted that the vice president had told her in so many words that he was getting off seeing the free motion of her unhaltered breasts. Instead, she felt a curious thrill that she was causing-as the vice president had put it-the men in the office to stay "awake."
She stretched her arms out in front of her, pressing her tits together tightly, enjoying the soft, full feeling of them. She wondered hopefully to herself if perhaps the office manager was one of the men that Mr. Cain had alluded to.
Lillian then turned her attention back to the work which had been so sorely neglected by her that morning. Once she got through the tedious task of answering all of the mail directed to the art department, she gathered up all the envelopes and sauntered off to the mailroom.
"Hi, Tom," said Lillian with a grin as she placed the envelopes on the mail clerk's cluttered desk. And, without waiting for an answer, as she had to hurry and get caught up with her work, the young woman turned and walked away.
Unbeknownst to Lillian, she wasn't the only one at Coastal Records who was having to deal with an obsessive crush. As she made her way towards the art room, the young mail clerk stuck his head out of the mailroom door in order to be able to enjoy the sight of Lillian's shapely rear end and her long legs as she walked off. Once she had turned the corner and was lost from view, Tom slowly returned to his chair. He had to move slowly as his rather large cock had swollen up at the lovely heaven-sent vision of Lillian's hips swaying gently from side to side while she walked. Of course, it doesn't take all that much to get a boy excited at the tender age of 18. Especially one with an overactive imagination like Tom's. Not an hour went by without him imagining himself on top of Lillian, humping away like a horny bull on a sweet, tender cow. As a result of thoughts such as this, Tom was constantly getting hard-ons at work.
After one experience, which never failed to make him cower with shame at the thought of it, Tom always carried a clipboard around with him at the office to hide the involuntary erections. He never wanted to go through the ordeal again of having to suddenly double up with a feigned stomach ache and then shuffle thusly out of a room full of curious onlookers, all because his penis was doing its damnedest to burst out of his pants. Worst of all was that Lillian, the cause of his penis's socially incorrect behavior, followed him all during that long, long shuffle to the bathroom as she was most concerned for his well-being. She had even stood patiently outside the bathroom door while he had taken the only course of action possible in order to relieve himself of his symptoms. Needless to say is that from then on, no one at the office ever saw the young mail clerk without his clipboard.
Tom tapped his pencil nervously on his desk as his mind scanned all of the possible maneuvers he could use to get into Lillian's pants. He wasn't particularly experienced when it came to sex. The most he'd ever done was to dry-hump a few pimply-faced girls in the back seat of his car, plus fuck one of the junior counselors at the camp he had attended last summer. However, Tom wasn't going to let a little inexperience get between him and Lillian's juicy cunt.
He picked up his clipboard and set off for the art room. There she sat, her back to the door. She was busy doing the layout for a record catalogue and he was dismayed to find that the art manager was in the room as well. But since he had promised himself that today was the day he was going to make his move, Tom forced himself to casually saunter in as if he had just happened into the room on an innocent whim. Mrs. Mason, the art manager, glanced up at him from her seat across the room and then returned to her work without a word. So far, so good. Tom allowed his eyes to linger momentarily upon Mrs. Mason as he had always had a healthy interest in her enormous breasts, which always seemed to be on the verge of exploding out of her clothes.
But then he turned his gaze to the luscious Lillian. Her dark brown wavy hair was highlighted with red where the sun shone on it from a nearby window. He moved in closer in order to look over her shoulder so that he could give the excuse that he had merely stopped by to see what she was doing. But when he looked over her shoulder, he was so startled to see the beginnings of the swellings of her breasts before they disappeared down into her blouse, That he forgot entirely the few lines of conversation he was going to say to her.
Lillian sensed that someone was standing behind her as she casually tossed a look over her shoulder to see whom it was. She did a double-take when she saw that it was Tom, as the young mail clerk usually kept pretty much to himself.
"Hi, Tom," she said more as a startled reflex than anything else. She turned back to her work for she was rather unnerved to have noticed that his eyes were riveted on her breasts. However, at the same time that she felt her face grow red with embarrassment, she felt an additional twinge of pleasure between her legs. It's ludicrous, she told herself, but she had to admit that she was getting off on having this adolescent look at her with desire smeared all over his face.
"Uh, hi," the youth answered shyly. He was beginning to give up on trying for Lillian's favors as he was feeling way too overwhelmed by how pretty she was. Also, the thought crossed his mind that anyone as cute as her must be getting so much action that why the hell would she want to bother with an inexperienced teenager like himself?
"Lillian," said Mrs. Mason sharply. "We've got a deadline, remember? If you want to talk, do it on your lunch hour."
"Yes, of course, Mrs. Mason," replied Lillian solemnly. Then she looked up at Tom, who was turning to leave. "So, talk to you at lunch, Tom. O.K.?"
A shy, pleased smile crossed the boy's face. "S-sure!"
At one o'clock sharp, lunch time, Tom started fussing around in the mailroom, tidying up. He wasn't sure what to do about Lillian. After all, suppose she was only being friendly in saying that they would talk at lunch? But a light tap on the mailroom door interrupted Tom's gloomy thoughts.
"Time for lunch," said Lillian in a strangely soft voice. Tom gazed at the young woman standing in the doorway. The curves of her body were silhouetted nicely against the brighter lights of the hallway. He became immediately aware that there was something different in her manner. Without really understanding why, he felt his blood begin to race and his stomach start to flutter.
She walked into the mailroom and, with a smile, she closed the door behind her.
"Let's have lunch in here, just you and me," she murmured.
Tom picked up the clipboard and hung on to it like it was a lifebuoy.
As for Lillian, she was enjoying herself very much. All during the rest of the morning after her impromptu invitation to Tom for lunch, she had given much thought to the youth. He definitely was far from bad-looking. He wasn't that much taller than herself-she guessed that he was about five feet six inches, give or take a few. He had a marvelous physique of broad shoulders and narrow hips. He was muscular. She had always liked looking at the way his muscles bulged when she'd seen him carrying boxes around the office. His hair was dark brown and wavy. He had large brown eyes and a slightly full, sensuous mouth. His complexion was on the dark side, due to the fact, she supposed, that he was Italian. Also, he had a very sexy smile, which was kind of on the devilish side.
Lillian sauntered around the mailroom as she looked at the various items in it. Tom stood still and silent by the desk as he watched her pick up objects and comment on them before setting them back down and moving on to the next thing that caught her eye. He urgently ransacked his mind for something to say, but he was so uncertain about the situation that he remained tongue-tied.
Lillian herself wasn't all too sure what she had in mind in regards to Tom. She was blissfully aware, however, that she had total control of the scenario. She had six years of seniority on the boy, which gave her the edge as far as she was concerned. She figured that she'd tease him a bit and then go on her way. But life doesn't always go as planned....
"Well, this room is more interesting than I'd thought," Lillian said at the end of her exploration of the mail clerk's domain. She stood near the boy. She liked the way it felt being in close proximity to him. She could see the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. He kept his eyes downcast and she was endeared by the length of his eyelashes.
"Uh, where do you want to go for lunch?" asked Tom. He managed to look up at her briefly before returning his gaze to the floor.
"Why, in here. It's cozy and private in here. Don't you think so?" Lillian's voice had a playful tone to it. He seemed like such a docile puppy. She found herself wanting to touch his firm, muscular body. Always she had helplessly waited for the man to make the first physical move in a situation such as this, and she felt exhilarated to find herself in the aggressive role for a change. She was intrigued to realize that she was beginning to even feel sexually aroused.
"Well, then let me get you a chair." Tom started to move about awkwardly. It was obvious to Lillian that he was uncomfortable as hell. This made her feel even more excited. The impulse to touch the boy grew stronger in her. Almost involuntarily, she reached her hand out and stroked his arm.
"Umm-you have such nice muscles. Has anyone ever told you that?" She smiled sweetly at the startled, almost frightened look on his face. She continued to move her hand up and down his arm, slowly and sensuously. And she didn't fail to notice, that behind his clipboard he was sporting quite an erection. Lillian, she admonished herself silently, What the fuck do you think you're doing? But she couldn't stop herself from playing the tease-game a bit further. Not only was she enjoying feeling powerful, but her cunt had decided to join in on the fun, too.
"You know what? You're a real turn-on. I bet you drive the girls wild." Lillian's hand now moved on to Tom's flat stomach. She drew a lazy circle around his belt buckle. She simply couldn't believe that it was her-shy wallflower Lillian-talking like that.
Tom swallowed with difficulty. "You're ... you're not so bad yourself," he managed to say, though he felt like dying with shame when he heard his voice crack. The way she was touching his stomach made his cock burn with urgency. He hardly dared hope that maybe, just maybe, he'd get to fuck her.
Lillian decided, after studying the handsome youth's face for a moment, that she had better end the game soon as she knew that she was approaching dangerous ground. Within the enormous bulge in his jeans lurked a pretty powerful tool that she was aware of to a strong degree. She knew that his cock certainly wasn't thinking of what was happening as being a game!
But, she thought to herself, first just one small kiss.
She slid her hands up around his neck. "I hope that you don't mind," she whispered in mock drama before she gently pressed her lips up against his. Lillian forgot all about the game as soon as the kiss began. She liked the way his mouth felt. He parted his lips slightly and began to kiss her back awkwardly, yet eagerly. Their tongues touched, parted, then touched again. Lillian pressed her body up against Tom's. He wrapped his strong arms around her slender waist. Funny, the boy seemed stronger and taller than she had thought he was initially. She could feel him tremble slightly.
The bulge of his cock burned against her cunt. She could feel the actual heat of it through their clothes. And her pussy gave in entirely to the strong feelings of wanton desire which were now coursing through her body like quick, erotic, electrical shocks. As they continued their kiss, her hands began to caress their way down his muscular back. She was really getting into setting the pace for the seduction of the young boy. She almost felt like a child-molester, except for the fact that the cock against her thigh was definitely that of a man. Her hands roamed down over his well-shaped buttocks. She slipped one hand down the back of his pants and luxuriated in the rich growth of hair on his ass.
The extreme horniness of the youth was beginning to win out over his sense of shyness in regards to the 'elder woman' of 24 in his arms. A1 he could think about was how he wanted to be able to touch her breasts, to look at them-maybe even to suck on them, if he got lucky. But, unfortunately, his experience with most girls so far had taught him that one doesn't get tit-touching permission until one has taken them out several times and also sat down and made inane chitchat with their parents. However, Tom was damned if he wasn't going to try! Especially since the delectable Lillian was stroking and squeezing his ass. It really was highly erotic to have a woman seem so enthusiastic about his body. He had always assumed-up to now, that is-that women just sat quietly and allowed themselves to be explored without feeling in the least bit inclined to touch him back.
Lillian pulled her head back slightly and rubbed her soft pink cheek along the faintly discernible stubble of his beard growth. When she did this, Tom began to move his hands with studied casualness up along the curve of her sides and towards her breasts. At any moment he expected her to push him away. But instead, the impatient young woman caught up his hands with her own and placed them directly over the sumptuous, plush mounds of her boobs.
"Don't be afraid," she murmured. She knew that she probably sounded like a grade-B movie actress, but even this gave her a curious thrill. She had always been so prim and proper that she was actually proud to discover that she could possess uncontrollable urges along with the best of the so-called sluts. Tom's knees began to buckle out from under him, as if all of his blood and strength had gone into his cock. Gently, they both sank down to the floor, his hands still resting on her divine tits.
Lillian ran her hand teasingly along one of his firm thighs. "Why don't you undo the buttons on my blouse?" she whispered throatily. Annoyingly, though, her stomach rumbled. That certainly wasn't in her seduction scenario. "Well," she laughed weakly, "Guess I'm hungry. I should eat something, I suppose." And to carry on her joke, so as to get over her embarrassment of being mortal, she unzipped the delighted boy's pants and set to work on sucking off his enormous member. This was by no means a difficult undertaking as the youth had been dangerously close to coming ever since she had cupped his hands over her breasts. Suddenly, Tom grasped Lillian's head and rammed his cock deep into her mouth. She felt the hot liquid of his sperm gush directly down her throat.
Tom sighed blissfully on the floor where he lay with his eyes closed and his now soft, baby-doll dangle toy coyly peeking out contentedly from his pants. As for Lillian, she was sitting with her back to the wall, her eyes nearly popping out like a deranged frog's as she rapidly massaged her assaulted throat. She glanced at her watch. How completely irritating! It was time to go back to work already and she hadn't even gotten laid! With a resigned sigh, she stood up, patted Tom on the head, straightened up her clothes, and left the mailroom.
It was very clear to her that she lacked the necessary technique to carry out a seduction to the satisfaction of both parties involved (she thought ruefully about her aching cunt). There was no doubt about it, she decided over her cup of coffee during the afternoon break, she was going to have to do a lot of research on the subject of sex. A lot of research-and a hell of a lot of field work!
CHAPTER TWO
About a week later, Lillian turned around from her desk just in time to see her curly-haired Adonis, Richard, leaving the office with the very pretty job applicant he'd been interviewing already for at least an hour. Lillian's stomach churned at seeing how giggly and ridiculous Richard had acted towards the blonde hanging onto his arm as they had exited. Lillian assumed-and correctly so-that Richard was taking the woman out to lunch.
For the next thirty minutes, until it was time for her own lunch hour, Lillian typed ferociously, snarling and snapping without discretion at everyone who tried to talk to her. Finally, when the appointed hour arrived, Lillian snatched up her bagged lunch and stalked out of the office. She decided to sneak up onto the roof where she could eat alone and mull over the sad fact that she'd been working at Coastal Records for nearly a month now and hadn't yet been asked out to lunch by the devastatingly handsome office manager. And it had really been adding insult to injury to see some blonde floozy just come waltzing into the office wearing a gaudy, tight, red dress and immediately get Richard to practically fall all over her. Like a dog in heat, Lillian thought gloomily as she made her way up the stairs to the roof. Why, he practically had his nose in her ass!
Lillian stepped gingerly onto the gravel roof. She had never been on top of the building before, and the small sense of adventure was already starting to work at reviving her damaged ego. Her shapely legs began to tentatively make their way across the roof when she suddenly realized that she wasn't alone. There, beyond a couple of air vents, she spied someone squatting and looking down at something intently. Lillian twisted her soft, pink lips in irritation. Boy, am I ever having a rotten day! She glanced about in order to try and pick out some spot, perhaps behind one of the large air-conditioning vents, where she could have total privacy for the grand sulk she thought she was fully entitled to. She darted one more poisonous look over at the intruder. She blinked her nearsighted eyes and made out that the squatting figure was Lisa, one of her company's warehouse workers. Curiosity then gripped Lillian, so she strained, arching up on her toes, to try and see what it was that was riveting the young girl's attention.
Lillian next began to crunch her way across the gravel over to the rapt, dark-haired girl. A warm breeze caressed Lillian as she walked, gently pressing her lightweight cotton dress against her body. Her full, round breasts shimmied like sensuous jello as she approached the warehouse worker. Lisa looked up, startled, and then softly exclaimed, "Christ, you scared me!"
"Whatcha doing?," Lillian asked, trying to peer over the girl's shoulder. It looked to her as if Lisa had been spying on something or other through a skylight.
Lisa frantically motioned Lillian to be quiet and then they both stared at each other in silence for a few seconds. It struck Lillian that her presence was somehow embarrassing Lisa. It would have been noble of Lillian to have then left the young girl alone in her vigil, but the rather guilty look on Lisa's face goaded her into looking into the matter, so to speak. Lillian squatted down beside Lisa and squinted to see what it was that had been intriguing the girl through the chipped paint covering the glass of the skylight.
As her eyes focused, she recognized that she was looking into the interior of one of Coastal Record's top executive's offices. James, the executive in question, appeared to be in conference with Mrs. Mason, Lillian's aforementioned bosomy supervisor. Lillian continued to watch them talk for a few more seconds before it dawned on her that the sandy-haired executive's zipper was down and that his cock was showing the tip of its pink face through the opening of his pants. She covered her mouth quickly with her hand before a laugh could come bursting out, and she sat up and looked at Lisa.
The young girl had been watching the office worker anxiously to see what her reaction to the obvious upcoming events below would be. Lisa had been acutely afraid that the older girl would become outraged at the peep show and would report her spying to the higher-ups. Therefore, it was with vast relief that Lisa saw Lillian grin at her with a shared sense of being mischievous.
Then, without a word, they both leaned down and pressed their faces against the skylight to watch the show.
Lillian hardly dared to breath for fear of being discovered as she watched James sitting on his office couch with his legs spread wide apart and his cock poking out of his fly. He didn't have an erection, but his eyes were greedily following Mrs. Mason's movements as she began to do a strip-tease for him. Lillian felt almost giddy with glee at seeing her supervisor acting in such an undignified manner. Mrs. Mason was doing a fairly good bump and grind number as she removed her blouse, revealing positively mammoth breasts caught up in a low-cut, white-lace bra edged with a baby-blue ribbon. Lillian sucked her lip. Could this be the same supervisor who was prim enough that she didn't want anyone to call her by her first name, even though most of the other higher-ups went on a first-name basis?
Mrs. Mason then preened for a bit, pretending that the boyishly handsome executive wasn't sitting a few feet away from her, licking his lips in anticipation.
Lillian was quite awestruck at the vast, pale swellings of Mrs. Mason's tits. Even from where she was watching, the office worker could see the light-blue network of veins in the woman's enormous boobs. Lillian had to admit that it was really sexy seeing such fleshy mammary glands barely contained by such a delicate-looking piece of lingerie.
Then, with a sly look over towards the appreciative James, Mrs. Mason pulled out a couple of bobby pins and shook her head, freeing her long, wavy auburn hair from its tight bun. She next slipped out of her skirt and tossed it casually across the room. She said something to James, but, unfortunately, her words weren't discernible to the on-looking girls. In response, James smiled at the curvaceous redheaded woman, and then stood up and stepped out of his double-knit trousers.
Lisa shifted herself slightly, keeping her eyes glued to the skylight. Lillian could understand her comrade-at-voyeurism's restlessness as her own cunt was beginning to throb so much that she was having a difficult time sitting still herself.
Below, Mrs. Mason was leaning back up against James's desk. The furry red tendrils of her pussy-hair were barely contained within her miniscule white-lace panties. She looked exceedingly sassy in her pale-blue garter belt, which was holding up a pair of light-gray stockings. The artistic side of Lillian admired the contrast of tones between the redhead's exposed creamy upper thighs and the pale gray of her silky stockings. And from the stiffness of James's now-beet-red cock, he, too, was admiring what was on display for him.
He slowly sauntered over to the voluptuous, amazon-like redhead while unbuttoning his shirt. His hard prick bounced along with his steps. Lillian realized that she had been holding her breath in her excitement, so she exhaled with an uncontainable low moan.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," whispered Lisa. Lillian felt somewhat embarrassed that Lisa knew she was becoming aroused. After all, she barely knew the young girl. She didn't reply, but just kept watching.
James now had his shirt off and Lillian felt the tinge of disappointment. His shoulders were rather narrow and not particularly muscular. However, as her eyes continued to take inventory while they traveled down his lean body, she noticed with pleasure that he was in possession of a wondrously tight, well-rounded ass. Additionally, his long legs and splendid muscles, due, no doubt, to the well-broadcasted fact that he ran daily. Lillian chewed her lip as she allowed herself to once again gaze upon his erect dick. She hadn't viewed very many erect penises in her day, so she stared at the executive's powerful-looking male-member with wonderment. It was with both great shame and burst of passion that the thought came to her mind that she wished that it was her cunt that was about to be fucked by the man.
Meanwhile, James had pulled the delicious redhead into his arms and was planting kiss after kiss on her eyelids, cheeks, mouth, neck and shoulders while his hands freely roamed her back and the plumpness of her ass. Her breasts swelled up tremendously as he pressed his chest hungrily up against their expansive softness. As his lips once more sought and held Mrs. Mason's mouth, he finally undid the clasp of her brassiere, and then stepped back to observe the woman's breasts cascade forth.
Lillian had expected to see her supervisor's tits simply flab on down to her waist. After all, how could such large breasts on a fairly middle-aged, albeit attractive, woman not sag? Well, Mrs. Mason proved to be the exception to the law of gravity. Her large, pear-shaped, milk-white breasts came to an awe-inspiring upward tilt with pale-pink nipples. Her tit-tips weren't especially well-defined, so her breasts looked as if she had dipped them into a glass of strawberry milk.
"I'll be damned!," muttered Lisa, and Lillian whispered her agreement. She was now too caught up in the erotic drama to care what Lisa thought about her. Besides which, without looking at her companion, Lillian could sense that the young girl's cunt was just as stimulated as her own. She wondered briefly to herself if Lisa wished she were alone so she could masturbate, because that was exactly what she herself was fervently wishing for now.
James fondled Mrs. Mason's massive titties while she stretched sensuously with cat-like grace. The executive then bent down and began to suckle on one of her nipples while he slipped his hand down into her panties. Lillian caught a glimpse of some of Mrs. Mason's pubic hair as he probed deeper between the woman's fleshy thighs. The sight of the man's hand touching Mrs. Mason's cunt sent flames of desire racing through Lillian's stomach. Her pussy was so aroused that she felt certain that she was only seconds away from an orgasm. Oh, if only she dared to sneak her hand down into her own panties! It would only take a stroke or two from her finger for her to climax. But despite her mounting sexual tension, she reluctantly decided against this plan of action, as there wasn't much likelihood that she could accomplish this feat without Lisa noticing.
Mrs. Mason laughingly pulled away from the still-sucking James. With a wiggle of her plump, firm hips, the woman pulled off her panties, revealing a rather luxuriant growth of vibrant red pussy hair. Then she settled herself down onto the couch with her head propped up by a throw pillow, her knees primly together. The redhead looked for all the world to Lillian like the kind of whore that Victorian artists were so fond of drawing.
James quickly seated himself beside the prone woman. They talked and laughed for a bit, with Mrs. Mason smiling her pretty, white-teeth smile a lot. Lillian tried but failed to lip-read what was being said. She noticed that her supervisor was keeping her arms folded beneath her breasts to keep her enormous mammaries from toppling unattractively into her armpits. Therefore, her bosom was projected fiercely upward towards the ogling girls like the headlights of some exotic car.
Lillian also noticed that, though James was acting seemingly blase as he conversed with the nude woman, his swollen cock was literally twitching with excitement. His hands began to caress Mrs. Mason's lush body. He started off by stroking her thick red hair, and then his hand moved across her cheek on down to her outrageously deep cleavage. Lillian could tell that the redhead was really getting aroused by having her breasts squeezed and touched as she could see the woman's slightly rounded stomach start to tighten and then relax in accordance with the rhythmic way the executive was handling them. James then began to suck and lick at Mrs. Mason's breasts again, causing her large nipples to bunch up their pale-pink faces in ecstasy. Then he straddled her so that his well-endowed pecker was close enough to her mouth for her to be able to swirl her tongue around it and then suck its entirety into her mouth.
James closed his eyes while the woman did her utmost to tantalize his cock with her lips, mouth and tongue. Lillian was absolutely fascinated to see the executive in the throes of sexual gratification. It was just so damn interesting to see him acting like a ... a man!
What was that she thought she saw out of the corner of her eye? Did she see the dark-haired Lisa briefly brush her hand against her cunt after scratching-(or pretending to scratch)-her thigh through her blue jeans? Lillian smiled to herself for she felt so turned on that everything was beginning to seem surrealistic to her.
When James pulled his cock free of Mrs. Mason's mouth, his male member, glistening with saliva, seemed as if it had grown even larger. He then began to trace the outline of her nipples with the wet tip of his penis. The redhead readjusted herself so that she was supporting the massive weight of each breast with her hands. She smiled coquettishly at James while he moved his cock down into the soft depth of her cleavage. Her hands then pushed her breasts together so that his cock disappeared into her delightful bosom-prison. When her breasts closed in on his cock, a blissful smile spread out on the executive's boyish face, and he next set about fucking her tits, causing them to swell and subside.
Just when Lillian was beginning to think that James was a rather selfish lover, he pulled his cock away from Mrs. Mason's breasts and began to kiss and nibble his way down her creamy-white stomach until he reached her wealthy crop of bright-red pubic hair.
Mrs. Mason's eyes were positively sparkling with anticipation as he parted her firm thighs, revealing the pink paradise of her twat. The woman's pussy was already wet with love-juices and it looked to Lillian's probing eyes rather like a seashell fresh out of the brine. James applied his tongue with obviously well-practiced skill, causing the redhead to close her eyes and arch her back slightly. When Mrs. Mason's desire started to cause her hips to buck, James stopped tonguing her pussy. He placed his lean body up over the supine woman so that his rock-hard cock was over her wet cunt. Without opening her eyes, Mrs. Mason reached down one red-finger nailed hand and put the tip of his penis into the tight opening of her vagina.
Since it was now a bit difficult for Lillian to see what was happening, for the man's back was covering up a lot of the action, she leaned to the side a ways in order to get a better view. In doing so, she pressed up against Lisa, who didn't move away.
James slowly sheathed himself into the snug warmth of the redhead's pussy. Mrs. Mason placed her hands on the man's small, round ass and held on to his buttocks as he began to thrust his cock in and out of her cunt.
Lillian felt her own pussy lubricate as if a big dick was inside of it. Without a doubt, she had to sneak off somewhere and masturbate as soon as possible. She wasn't even sure if she could wait until the couple finished fucking. Boy, for some reason her shoulder and thigh were tingling from the contact they were making with Lisa's body. She wasn't a lesbian or anything, she hastily assured herself, yet she really hoped that the young girl would just continue to let her lean up against her a while longer.
The muscles in James's ass looked powerful as he screwed Mrs. Mason faster and faster. The woman's giant breasts appeared as if they were filled with liquid, for they bounced and pulsed like waves on a beach while James rammed his cock again and again into her cunt. Mrs. Mason's own hip movements kept splendidly well-choreographed pace with the executive's. After a few intense moments, the redhead pulled her shapely, silk-stockinged legs stiffly up into the air while her red fingernails dug deeply and suddenly into his buttocks. She ground her cunt hard into the man's groin and, at the same time, her face grimaced in a display of sheer animal lust.
How Lillian envied Mrs. Mason her orgasm!
Now James applied himself even more so to the pleasure of fucking such a full, ripe woman. His back began to shine with sweat as he thrusted. Mrs. Mason continued to move with him, her face now placid and content from her orgasm.
Lillian wondered what Mr. Mason would have to say if he could see his wife right now. That's funny, she thought, It seems like Lisa is pressing up against me. And she tried not to think any more about how the touch of the young girl's thigh against her own was actually rather sexually stimulating.
As James grew nearer and nearer to climaxing, he started to change his tempo to short, quick, penetrating jabs. Mrs. Mason's boobs quivered as if she were holding on for dear life to a jack hammer. Then he jammed his cock into her cunt to the hilt and stopped moving, though the fine muscles in his ass remained clenched for a while longer before he relaxed them.
Lillian continued to stare down into James's office despite the fact that the peep show was over. She felt scared. Her heart was beating rapidly and erratically. Why isn't Lisa pulling herself away from me? Is the young girl trying to come on to me? What was really frightening Lillian was that she wasn't pulling away from Lisa either.
Finally Lillian decided that it was ridiculous to continue staring down at the limp forms of James and Mrs. Mason. It was doubtful from the look of things that there would be an encore in the very near future.
The older girl straightened herself into an upright position. She then delicately pulled her thigh away from Lisa's and stood up. Lisa got up, too. Without a word, the two of them crossed over to the other side of the roof.
"Whew!," exclaimed Lillian in the high hopes of dispelling the unnerving tension she had started to feel toward Lisa. "That was really something. How did you happen to discover it-the skylight, I mean," she ended lamely. Her uneasiness wasn't helped at all by her observation that Lisa sported a pair of medium-sized full breasts. Sort of a junior version of Mrs. Mason's mammoth set. Also, a cool breeze had caused Lisa's upward-tilted nipples to harden, making it very obvious to Lillian that, like herself, the young girl was braless.
"Oh," Lisa answered distractedly, "One day I was in James's office and ... here, let's sit down." While she had been talking, Lisa had pulled out a rolled-up blanket from behind the old brick chimney. Lillian helped her to spread the blanket out and then they both seated themselves upon it.
"I keep this blanket up here for when I want to sunbathe," Lisa said in response to Lillian's unspoken question. "Anyway, one day I was in James's office and I just happened to notice that he had a skylight. I sort of, well...." As her words trailed off, she shot Lillian a guarded glance and then looked off into the distance.
Lisa's deep brown eyes are really quite charming, thought Lillian to herself. It's a little strange, though, that the young girl seems to be having a difficult time looking me in the eye. "Yes? Go on," she gently encouraged Lisa.
"Oh, I guess it doesn't matter if I tell you," said Lisa with a shrug. "I have sort of a crush on James. So ... when I saw that he had a skylight, I immediately thought about sneaking up here to spy on him during lunch." Lisa was quiet for a moment as she reflected. Then she laughed, showing her small white teeth. "That was about six months ago. The first time I watched him through the skylight, I saw him jerk off while he looked at a porno magazine. He does that a lot. And when he doesn't do that during lunch, he's either screwing Mrs. Mason or else he's really eating lunch out somewhere on business."
Since Lisa had continued to survey the view, Lillian had not been able to keep herself from continuing to survey the young girl's body. She had never before felt attracted to another woman. But it was all she could do not to reach over and cup Lisa's round, fat tits in her hands. She excused herself from feeling bad about this rather bizarre urge by reminding herself that, after all, she had just witnessed an extremely provocative sex act. Oh God, but the tingling in her cunt was not decreasing. Lillian started to think to herself that perhaps it would be wise to excuse herself and go down to the bathroom to masturbate.
Lisa must have somehow sensed that Lillian was planning on leaving, for she suddenly turned with a smile and murmured, "That's quite a nice dress you have on." The small girl reached over and stroked the material over Lillian's thigh. Lisa's touch sent a pang of desire directly through the older girl's pussy.
What am I going to do?, Lillian wondered inwardly as Lisa began to undo the buttons of her frock. The feel of the breeze upon her now-bared breasts was erotically intoxicating. Without stopping to think any longer, Lillian gave in to her urges. She leaned over and kissed Lisa's delicately-shaped mouth. She allowed her hands to grasp and hold Lisa's breasts while the young girl continued to fondle hers.
"Here, wait a sec," Lisa said, pulling away long enough to strip off her tee-shirt. Her full breasts were tan, no doubt due to sunbathing topless up on the roof. All of Lillian's oral instincts came forth as she began to suck on one of Lisa's bright pink nipples. This mutual breast feeling went on for a few more moments before Lisa exclaimed, "I can't wait any longer!" She stood up to take off her jeans.
Lillian looked directly at the young girl's sparsely-haired cleft and was immediately inspired to bare her own pussy. The two highly-aroused and naked girls laid down beside each other and began to kiss again while their fingers sought each other's wet cunt. And just as Lillian had thought, it was only a matter of a couple of strokes of Lisa's hand before the electric shock of orgasm sent her body soaring in ecstasy. Lisa's own orgasm followed shortly. And once the young girl's pleasure subsided, the pair lay silently and contently in one another's arms.
Lillian grinned to herself when she realized that she had forgotten all about Richard's having gone out to lunch with another woman. That didn't seem to matter very much at the moment, for some odd reason....
CHAPTER THREE
Lillian dressed for her date for the evening with a great deal of irritated resignation. She never would have accepted the invitation from the obnoxious salesman from Texas, except that the big drawling gorilla had asked her out within earshot of her secret dreamboat, Richard. She had answered the beefy, red-faced fellow with such a perky, high-pitched and enthusiastic "yes" that she had sounded to herself like a high-school cheerleader; you know, all sweetness and no brains. She now cringed at the memory. However, her purpose in accepting the date had been to covertly let Richard know that she was single and healthily craving the company of men.
She bent forward so as to allow her full, creamy breasts to settle themselves comfortably into a black, lacy, push-up brassiere. She had to smile when she looked at the results in the mirror. The plush, round fullness of her tits was all but spilling out from the low-cut bra. She jumped up and down a few times, enjoying the sight of her plump boobs bouncing.
"Too bad I'm going to be wasting all of this cleavage on that Texan creep," she muttered out loud as she slipped on a pair of flimsy bikini panties which almost, but not quite, covered her dark puff of pubic hair. Next, she carefully eased on a pair of black silk stockings which she fastened with a black, lacy garter belt. She then paused to survey herself in the mirror once again. She was pleasantly startled at the voluptuous siren who stared wantonly back at her. She dabbed a touch of perfume down into the deep cleavage formed by her push-up bra.
Then she sighed and frowned. She was probably going to much more trouble than she needed to. The motivating force of all this care in her preparations for going out was not to impress the Texan, but rather in the hope that she would run into Richard sometime during the evening. After all, Richard had been standing nearby while she and the Texas porker had decided on which restaurant to go to. Perhaps Richard was pining away right now, thinking that another man was going to steal Lillian away from him before he even got the nerve to ask her out. If this was indeed the case-as Lillian wistfully imagined-then there existed a chance that Richard would show up at the restaurant and whisk her away to his bed. And since there lurked some sort of possibility of this occurring, Lillian was damned if she was going to risk venturing forth into the night wearing old and dingy underwear!
Since time was quickly running out before Prince Charming was due to arrive, the young woman bustled about her apartment in order to finish up her ensemble. She wiggled into a low-cut black silky dress and then slipped on a pair of black high heels which fastened with a thin strap across the ankle. She added a few last minute touches to her make-up and a couple more bobby pins to the fancy hairstyle that she had managed to emulate from a fashion magazine.
She once again scanned the results in her full-length mirror. "Goddamn, I look like a French whore!" Her breasts were swelling up ever so nicely over the edge of her generous neckline. She bent her head down and, still watching her sultry reflection in the mirror, she darted her pink tongue along the cleavage that her push-up bra was creating. A warm sensation crept into her cunt and it excited her even more when she noticed that she could see the points of her hardened nipples through her silken dress.
She glanced at the clock. Shit, the bastard is due to arrive any minute. Nonetheless, she turned back to the mirror and began to run her hands all over her body, luxuriating in the feel of her own firm flesh through the silk of her dress. She fell into a sort of reverie as she watched, fascinated, while her hand pulled up her black dress and then slipped down her tiny lace panties, revealing the dark curls of her cunt. She stroked the hairy outside of her cunt for a moment and then, on an impulse, stepped out of her panties and went and got a hand-mirror off her dressing table. She then repositioned herself in front of the full-length mirror, seating herself on a small footstool with her creamy thighs spread wide. With one hand holding the hand-mirror, she used the other hand to separate the intricate pink folds of her cunt. In all of her twenty-four years, she had never before gotten a good look at the hidden treasure she was sporting between her legs. Her finger traced the delicate pucker of her asshole and then moved up to where the entrance to her pussy was. She slipped her finger inside of her cunt-into the hot, tight, moist opening that she had never explored before. Her cunt really began to tingle at this point. She bit her lower lip and looked away from the sight of her cunt close-up in the hand-mirror. She was simply getting too turned on, and that Texas moron would be leaning on her doorbell at any second.
Her horny plight wasn't helped at all by her catching sight of herself in the full-length mirror. There she was with her pink pussy exposed and her tits nearly popping out of her dress as she bent over. A crash and then a thud, like someone falling down, sounded suddenly outside her window. What was that? she thought, freezing. Could someone have been watching me? Right then, her buzzer sounded and she forgot about the outside noises as she hastily put her panties back on, grabbed her evening wrap and went out to greet the Texan.
Lillian endured her date as best as she could, smiling vaguely at his jokes and his boasting and icily ignoring his many sexual innuendos. Luckily for her, he had been bright enough to have caught on, after the third attempt, that she did not enjoy being pawed. So he at least kept his hands to himself, though his eyes basically remained riveted upon her partially-nude breasts all through dinner.
Finally the meal was over and Lillian watched sadly as the beefy Texan walked over in his pointy-toed cowboy boots to discreetly pay what must have been a very expensive tab. The dark-haired beauty sighed forlornly. Richard hadn't shown his handsome face all evening. The thought then came to her that perhaps good ol' Richard was out on a date of his own with that blonde job applicant she had seen him with earlier that week. Boy! Thinking about that just made Lillian's blood boil, it really did! Well, if Richard was out wasting his time with some empty-headed floozy, then Lillian was certainly not going to call her own evening quits yet. The Texan had hinted about them really "going out and doin' the town," and that was just what she was going to do instead of sticking to her original plan of pleading a headache and having him take her home early. The Texan had a lot of money and he liked to laugh. Too bad he was such a stupid jerk and a total zero to Lillian in the sex department.
However, when Lillian found herself strolling along with the Texan through the heart of the city's naughty district, she wondered if she had made a mistake in judgment. Certainly no gentleman would take a lady past strip joints which had advertisements tacked up outside showing nude women, their cunts and nipples barely blacked out. And more than one barker had lewdly suggested that she should come inside his club and audition. She clasped her wrap tightly so that her breasts would not be on display. She wished that she had worn a coat so that her shapely ass could be hidden as well. The nerve of that Texan! she screamed inside.
But the Texan was totally unaware of her discomfort. "Hot dog-it looks like this city is just as sinful as folks said it was! I'll certainly have to arrange more sales trips up here. C'mon, let's stop in this place." And he grabbed Lillian's arm and pulled her into a club which proclaimed, "Girls, girls, girls-Live Sex Acts!" on a poster.
They seated themselves at a table near the low stage. There was no one performing, so they had apparently arrived between acts. This was just fine and dandy to Lillian. All she wanted to do was to go home. She glanced around the room and saw that the other tables were occupied by a lot of men who looked like they were tourists in town for some convention or other since they were all wearing name tags. Here and there sat women who looked like they had also been dragged in by their dates. Tex ordered drinks for them and then an announcer jumped on stage and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, here's what you've all been waiting for: Nancy Sweetmeat!"
"Christ, what a dumb stage name," Lillian said to Tex, but he was enraptured as he stared past her toward the stage. A slow, jazzy tune began to sound throughout the smoke-filled club. Lillian followed his gaze and was more than a little shocked to see a totally nude woman traipsing across the stage trailing a feather boa behind her.
"I thought that we were going to see some strippers. There's nothing for her to strip off," whispered Lillian. The entranced Texan didn't answer. She smirked toward heaven and then looked back at the stage. The woman was certainly kind of cute ... Ever since her experience on the roof with the young worker, Lisa, she had tried to forget about how turned on she had been by that girl's body. She had chalked up her sexual excitement to the fact that she had gotten aroused by seeing the executive screw her supervisor. But now, seeing Nancy Sweetmeat, well ... what excuse could she use to explain the tingling that was starting up between her legs as she watched the prancing female's flesh?
Nancy was really attractive. She had long, wavy, blonde hair which framed her delicate little face. Her mouth formed a tender pout with lips that looked like they were just aching to be kissed and sucked on. Her breasts jutted forward and up, ending in saucy, pink, little nipples that weren't erect.
Hmmm, thought Lillian, I bet if I licked them, I could make them hard. I wonder what they look like hard. And then she quickly censored herself when she realized that she was thinking like a lesbian.
The blonde had a tiny waist and well-rounded hips. Her buttocks were also nicely shaped. She was wearing white stockings that ended about three inches above her knees. She also had on a pair of pink high-heels with no backs to them. Her slender legs looked good enough for her to have done an advertisement for nylons. It was truly a marvel to Lillian that such a beautiful girl would simply be wasting her obviously fine talent working in such a drab dive!
Lillian looked around the room uneasily. Most of the men were straining toward the stage with idiotic grins across their drunken faces. The men who had dates with them were somewhat more subdued. But even so Lillian could see the lust gleaming in their eyes, too.
She shivered. How can that blonde stand having so many strange, leering, and drooling men stare at her naked body like that? The Texan cupped his large hands together over his mouth and let out with a loud whoop of delight. Lillian winced with embarrassment. She glanced furtively about in the high hopes that no one would look over at "El Loud-Mouth" and think that she was enjoying being with him.
Her eyes met those of a man who was sitting about ten feet away from her table. He quickly looked away. How weird, thought Lillian, Why would he be checking me out when there's a totally nude, gorgeous girl up there on the stage? Then she noticed that her wrap had slipped a bit, allowing her generous cleavage to show. For some reason, she didn't readjust her wrap. Instead, she simply turned and coolly resumed watching the show.
The lithesome blonde had her back to the audience and was bending forward, grasping her knees and peeking coyly out from between her legs. Lillian drew in a deep breath. The sight of the woman's pink little honey-pot so exposed was now undeniably turning her on. The blonde reached back and ran one of her fingers teasingly along the lips of her cunt. Lillian twitched as if it were her own pussy that was being touched. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed that that man across the room was looking at her again.
A waiter delivered the drinks that Tex had ordered. When Lillian reached for hers, she deliberately allowed her wrap to slip off her shoulders so that the man across the room could look at her plush breasts all the better. She crossed her legs, causing her silken dress to hike halfway up her shapely thighs. She sipped her drink and began to feel a pleasant buzz from the alcohol.
The blonde began to dance to the music; slow and sensuous. Lillian watched as the woman undulated, her upturned breasts swaying gently to the beat. She could hear some of the men in the room murmuring things like, "Hot damn!" but mostly, everyone was quiet. The sexual tension was really mounting in the club, and Lillian's groin was getting just as hot as everyone else's, if not more so. After all, she had been thwarted in her masturbating earlier in the evening by the arrival of the Texan. Her cunt was in need of satisfaction ... and pronto! She promised herself that as soon as she got home she would get herself off-if she could wait that long.
Without looking down, Lillian knew that her dress was far enough up her thighs to reveal her soft, bare flesh and the straps of her garter belt. Her horny cunt was receiving extra stimulation knowing that that strange man was still glancing at her every once in a while, hoping that she would reveal more. It was all Lillian could do to keep a straight face. It was just so ridiculous a game to be playing with a total stranger! She decided that it was the drink she had had that was making her crave that the man look at her body and desire her. She accepted Tex's offer to buy her another gin and tonic.
On stage, the blonde was squeezing her tits and running her hands down her smooth belly to her golden pussy hairs. She pulled apart the moist labia of her cunt and threw back her mane of hair as if she were in ecstasy. Lillian watched the woman closely. By golly, it actually looks as if the woman isn't faking it. She's definitely acting like she's really turned on.
By now, Lillian had downed her second drink and was having no trouble understanding what the turn-on was to having all sorts of strange people look at one's naked body. She felt that if she were just a little bit more brazen, she'd have stripped off her own clothes and jumped on stage beside the blonde.
She felt something stroking her bare upper thigh and, startled, she looked down to see that it was her own hand. Good Lord, she thought hazily, No more drinks for me! She felt the eyes of the strange man burning into her flesh and she felt excited and frightened as she sensed his lust for her. She got the feeling that she had better deliver something to the watching stranger soon or else pull her dress back down to her knees and gather her wrap back up around her breasts. But there was no real debate in her mind. She was too aroused to stop and there was the old lummox Tex to protect her if things got out of control ... She continued to stroke her bare thighs under the table. To her knowledge, the strange man across the room was the only one who could see what she was doing.
The announcer jumped up onto the stage beside the undulating Nancy Sweetmeat and intoned, "Now I'd like to introduce a little Oriental sex kitten who's guaranteed to make the young feel old enough and the old feel young enough. Here's Cherry Lee! " There was scattered applause from the audience. The announcer disappeared backstage.
A tawny-skinned slim young Chinese woman moved gracefully out from behind the curtain. She was wearing a skintight silk flowered dress with slits way up the sides. She began to dance while the blonde went and laid down on a couch that was on the side of the stage.
Cherry Lee's long black hair was gathered on top of her head in a ponytail which flowed all the way down to the small of her back. Her red lips were small and well-shaped. Like Nancy Sweetmeat, the Oriental woman looked too classy to be dancing in a strip joint. As she twirled to the jazz beat, her short dress flew up enough to reveal a tight, round ass and then a delicate cleft lightly dabbed with silken cunt-hairs.
Beside Lillian, the Texan was still whooping it up like a good ol' boy. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the glow from the cigarette of the man at the other table. She wished that she were brave enough to turn and look him directly in the eye again. But that one time she had looked at him, she had seen that he was rather handsome in a craggy sort of way. She guessed that he was somewhere in his forties. The thought of the age difference between them added to her thrill of the whole experience. It had always been one of her fantasies while masturbating to think of making love to an older man.
On stage, meanwhile, Cherry Lee slowly pulled down the zipper on her dress and then casually stepped out of the skimpy garment.
She was acting very blase, as if she were simply alone in the privacy of her own dressing room. The men erupted in cheers and catcalls as the Oriental beauty did a languid pirouette in order to display her total nakedness. She was very petite and the tawny hue of her skin was flawless. Her breasts were small and cone-shaped, with tiny dark nipples which were erect. Her waist was slender and her hips curved out just enough to give them a feminine contour. Her legs looked firm and slightly muscular. The best part of her body was her tight little ass. Lillian thought to herself that if she had a cock, the first thing she would do to the Oriental girl would be to fuck her from behind so that she could hang onto those smooth, round buttocks. Like Nancy Sweetmeat, Cherry Lee spread apart the tender folds of her lightly-haired cunt. Her pussy looked dark and almost purplish, like her nipples. Unlike Nancy, though, Cherry's face looked as if it were totally devoid of passion. It was almost as if the Oriental was silently daring the audience to turn her on. Lillian wondered what the woman's exotic-looking cunt would taste like. She ran her tongue along her lower lip. She uncrossed her legs and let them fall apart slightly as her pussy was too aroused to be able to stand any pressure.
Again, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the glow of the strange man's cigarette. For a moment, when the Oriental sex kitten had exposed her cunt, Lillian had forgotten about the man across the room. She turned her head and looked at him directly before she could check her reflex. This time, it was she who quickly looked away. He had met her look with a bemused expression on his face. Her face grew red as she blankly stared at the stage, realizing that he had been fully aware all along that she knew he was watching her. God, how embarrassing! She felt like such an amateur. Just who does this man think he is, looking at me like that? After all, it isn't like I'm all alone. She looked over at the jubilant Texan and then cringed. He was acting like such a fucking asshole, just whooping it up like he was out on a cattle drive or something. She sighed. Then she primly readjusted her dress down to her knees and gathered her wrap up to her neck. She decided to stare straight ahead and totally ignore the stranger. She leaned across to Tex and whispered, "I want to be taken home now."
In between whoops, Tex replied, "Ah, shit, honey! In a little while, okay?"
Lillian pursed her lips in annoyance and then resigned herself to watching the rest of the show. Now the two women were seated on the couch, embracing each other. They leaned forward to kiss and Lillian saw their tongues darting in and out of their mouths. Their eyes were closed. Nancy's pink nipples grew hard as Cherry caressed them. It seemed so decadently wicked to be watching the two women making love that Lillian was irresistibly drawn back into the feeling of sexual passion. She casually put one hand in her lap. She thought that if she moved her index finger very slowly, the man across the room wouldn't notice she was trying to fondle her cunt through the flimsy material of her dress.
Nancy sucked on one of the Oriental girl's small, dark nipples, pushing the girl onto her back. In a prone position, Cherry Lee's breasts became flat, except for the prominence of her nipples. The blonde's wavy long hair brushed along the Oriental's streamlined body as she kissed her way down to Cherry Lee's twat. As Nancy's fingers parted the girl's silken-haired cleft, Lillian could see that the dark, purplish pussy already looked wet with arousal. Nancy bent down even farther and began to apply her tongue to Cherry Lee's cunt. The Oriental's face began to contort with the pleasure she was receiving. Nancy's tits were swaying back and forth like a cow's swollen udder as she licked Cherry's cunt. Lillian's own pussy couldn't stand the tension much longer. When Nancy had bent low over the other woman's body, she had positioned herself so that the audience could get a good look at her puckered asshole and her blonde pussy peeping out from between her white-stockinged legs. Nancy Sweetmeat sure looked like she had been aptly named!
Lillian's cautious attempts to appease her pussy through her silk dress were merely frustrating her further. As she was leaning across the table to tell Tex that she was going to the ladies' room, her elbow knocked one of the cocktail napkins onto the floor. She bent down to retrieve it and in doing so, her wrap fell off. Her face grew red again, for she could tell that the strange man had been able to see her breasts practically popping out of her dress. She put the errant cocktail napkin back on the table, pulled her wrap back around herself, and, keeping her eyes on the floor, got up and went to the back of the room to a door marked 'restrooms."
When she went through the doorway, she saw that she had to walk down a long hall and then make a turn to get to the ladies' room. She was all the way down at the end of the hall when she heard the door to the club open. She turned the corner and quickly made for the ladies' room. Her heart was pounding with fear and excitement for she had a pretty good idea who it was that she could hear approaching with slow, measured footsteps.
Jesus Christ! The door to the ladies' room is locked. Lillian was almost in a panic now. What had she gotten herself into? She shouldn't have left the club and the ignorant protection of the Texan, especially after inadvertently exposing her breasts to the stranger! It was obvious that he had taken her letting her wrap fall off as she had bent down as an invitation. Oh, holy shit! She flattened herself against the door of the ladies' room as he rounded the corner.
When he saw the beautiful, dark-haired young woman huddled up against the door, he paused. Then he grinned and leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets. Lillian's face reddened with embarrassment yet again because of this man. He wasn't handsome in a conventional sense, yet he was devastatingly attractive to her. He was about five-feet-nine and slightly muscular. She liked the character lines in his face. She could tell that he smiled a lot, despite the rugged quality of his countenance. And boy, did he ever have a sexy smile! His teeth were nice and white. There was something in the appreciative and appraising way he was looking at her that thawed Lillian's fear to some degree.
She straightened up, careful to keep her wrap in place, and said, "Oh, you startled me." In response, he tilted his head to one side and nodded. He really looked amused. She knew that she was acting ridiculous, but she was too scared to stop playing the game of innocence. After all, there they were in a strip joint watching two naked women make love to each other on stage. Their eyes had met quite a few times across the room, and now he had followed her down the hall. It was obvious what he was thinking and, what was more, he seemed fully cognizant of her mental plight.
"Uh," she gestured toward the bathroom door, "It's locked." She gave him a somewhat guilty, shit-eating grin. Why the fuck isn't he saying anything? It was making her mad seeing him look at her patiently while he waited for her to give up playing the game.
She took a step forward, her plan being to ease past him and then dart down the hall, back to the safety of the Texan. However, the man moved away from the wall and stood blocking her path. Lillian could sense that he wasn't out to rape her. She found herself starting to smile back at him. He put one arm up against the wall and hooked the thumb of his other hand into his pocket. His hip jutted out at a jaunty angle. Goddamn! It seemed like no matter what he did, he did it with a strong sense of style.
"So the bathroom door's locked, huh?" he quipped.
Lillian's pulse was racing. Now he was toying with her. She looked at the muscular man. She could tell by the way he was looking at her that he had touched quite a few women in his time. He knew what he was doing. Lillian realized that she was totally out of her league. She remained frozen, just feet away from the man.
"What's your name?" He took his hand down from the wall and stuck his thumb into his pocket. He took a step forward.
Lillian took a step back. "Mary," she lied. That was stupid. What did it matter if he knew what her real first name was?
He chuckled and Lillian knew that he had caught the lie. "I'm Art." He took another step forward. "You didn't seem too thrilled with your date."
"Oh, Tex? He's great, he's a really nice guy, and...." Her voice trailed off as she saw Art smile and shake his head gently. "Okay-he's an asshole." And they both laughed together. At this point, Lillian's fear changed to something of a sexual feeling. It seemed that the closer the man got to her, the more her cunt picked up on the good sex electricity between them.
"Um ... I came to the show because my date wanted to come in. Why are you here?" Lillian knew that was a dumb question, but it struck her as strange that such an attractive man as this would have to resort to voyeurism.
"I'm a musician and I have a gig down the street. Sometimes I come here between sets. I like to see a little pussy, that's all." He gave her a quizzical look, and took another step closer. Now he could touch her if he reached his arm out.
Lillian's insides really flip-flopped at hearing him say the word "pussy." She knew that if she asked him, he would step aside and let her go. But her body had actually begun to ache for his touch. She silently dared herself to at least see how it felt to have him put his hands on her.
"You excite me," he murmured huskily. He reached out and traced the contour of her cheek. She felt herself grow hot as her blood began to race through her body. He slid his hand behind her head, and as he leaned toward her, she saw his eyelids flicker closed and his mouth soften for the kiss.
First he brushed his lips against hers. When he felt her start to respond, he really began to kiss her in earnest. From the moment their lips met, Lillian knew that she was in for one hell of a good time. The way his tongue touched hers made her absolutely melt in his arms. She moved her hands up over his muscular shoulders and pressed her body up against his fervently. He pulled his mouth away momentarily and said, "I knew that you'd be a horny bitch." Then he proceeded to send shivers of anticipation down her spine by simply nibbling on her earlobe.
"See what you do to me?" he asked, stepping back from her. She didn't have to look down as she had felt the hardness of his cock burning against her thigh. She rubbed his bulge but he grasped her wrist. "Better ease up, uh, Mary. I'm afraid I might come too soon."
Her wrap had fallen to the floor during their kiss. He placed a hand on each of her swollen breasts. He kissed her again, his mouth tasting pleasantly of wine. She felt his hands lift her breasts up out of her push-up bra and out from her dress. The pressure from the bra and the neckline of the dress caused her luscious round breasts to thrust out at a gravity-defying angle.
"Ah, sweet Jesus, you have the most beautiful jugs I've ever seen!" Art ran his strong hands over her breasts. He kissed each tightly erect nipple. Lillian felt her panties dampen from the attention he was giving to her boobs. She always got turned on by having them touched.
The door to the club opened and Art and Lillian froze. Whoever it was went into the men's room. They waited until they heard him go back out into the club.
"This is a shitty place to fuck," whispered Art, his hands having resumed caressing her breasts. "Let's check into a hotel." Then he looked at his watch. "Oh, hell, I can't take the time! I'm due back to play in the band in about fifteen minutes." He looked so distraught that Lillian had to laugh.
"Can't we just do it on the floor?" she asked. "I'm really close to an orgasm, too. It shouldn't take too long." She took one of his hands and pressed it onto the wet crotch of her panties. He needed no more convincing than that. He placed both hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her down to the floor. She sat with her back to the wall, her breasts thrusting upward. Art could see her black garter belt and creamy thighs. He could also see a few dark hairs coming out from her black lacy panties. He quickly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Avery appreciative and greedy, "Ummm!" escaped from Lillian when she saw his large cock bob out at her. She also liked the thick thatch of pubic hair which surrounded his massive pole. He pushed his pants down to his ankles and then knelt down on the floor in front of her.
She grasped his penis, surprised at how big and hot his velvety-feeling tool was. "I haven't ever had such a large cock inside of me before," she said, looking at his huge dick uncertainly.
"It's okay," he whispered, touching her breasts again as he kissed her lightly. He knew that all he had to do was caress her tits to get her to want him ... he was right. She held him tightly against her. He slid his index finger inside her panties. They had to hurry before someone caught them or he had to go back to his gig. It had been a long time since he'd run into a woman who was both gorgeous and loved sex. It surely was a pity that he couldn't linger over such a treat!
Lillian's pussy was sopping with love-juices. Without any further coercion, she allowed him to slip her panties off. Art paused before putting his penis inside her. He wanted to look at her first because pussy really turned him on.
Lillian's cunt looked like a damp flower, very enticing and erotic. He wanted to study the lovely vagina longer, but Lillian couldn't wait anymore, and so he allowed the fervent, insistent young woman to pull him over on top of her. She reached down with her hand and placed his penis in the opening of her cunt. He pushed deep into her tight, hot twat. It felt wonderful to both of them. Lillian hung onto Art's ass for the ride. After a few strokes from his cock, she was biting her lip to keep from crying out during her powerful orgasm. When the intensely pleasurable sensation was finally released from her body, she whispered, "I just came." Art just continued to huff in her ear for a few more seconds, and then his entire body tensed and she actually felt his cock tremble deep inside of her as his hot sperm gushed out.
Then they quickly adjusted their clothing, brushed the dust from the floor off each other, and walked back down the long corridor together holding hands. Just before Art let go of her and opened the door, Lillian said, "By the way, my name is Lillian."
Art laughed, little crinkly lines radiating from his eyes. "Come and see me sometime, Lillian. I play at the jazz club down the street." And then with a wink and a squeeze of her ass, he slipped out the door.
As Lillian strolled back to the car with the Texan, she thought with a smirk to herself that it was very, very un-likely that Richard, her heartthrob, could have possibly had as good a night out on the town as she had just had.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was depressing. Here it was, a dateless Friday night, and Lillian sat drooping in her armchair, looking out of her living room window at the street below. She had all of the lights off in her apartment so as to better enable her to feel morose.
She grimly reflected to herself and to her sleeping cat that yet another whole fucking week had gone by without Richard elaborating anymore on his standard conversation with her. This consisted of either "Hello" or "Goodbye," depending on the circumstances.
She looked over at her cat. "Koko, that bastard at work isn't interested in me. I might as well face facts."
She put her arms along the cool windowsill and rested her chin on them. It was a decidedly hot night and all she was wearing was a pair of pink baby-doll pajamas. She looked very delectable in them and it really was a shame that there was no one around to tell her so. A weekend night and no one had asked her out. Boy, she felt so sorry for herself that she was almost having a good time.
She heaved a sigh. Nothing of much interest was happening out on the street. The young woman leaned back in her chair and put her feet up on the sill. She stared gloomily at her toenails which she had earlier in the evening, painted with pink fingernail polish. Her mind went over the last week at the office: Tom, the mail clerk had followed her around trying, unsuccessfully, for a second tryst with her. Lillian had just lost interest in the lad after having witnessed the experienced executive, James, really give busty Mrs. Mason one hell of a screwing and also after having had such an incredible fuck herself from the older jazz musician, Art. She now felt sort of spoiled and, for the time being, too impatient to want to take the time to have sex with a novice. She was still too much of a tyro herself, so it therefore made the most good sense for her to seek out people who could teach her a thing or three in the fine art of love-making.
As she continued her musings, she absent-mindedly slipped one hand down into the pink chiffon panties of her baby-dolls. She twirled a tendril of pubic hair around her finger.
Aside from Richard, everyone else in the office was pretty friendly to her. Of course, the obnoxious tank-like vice president, Mr. Cain, was an annoyance as he was pretty relentless in his attempts to feel her up. Once he had gone so far as to openly approach her from across the office with both of his plump hands open as if he were going to cup her breasts. He didn't care who saw him flirt with her and he also thought it was funny if he managed to embarrass her, which wasn't difficult. He additionally thought nothing of squeezing her ass whenever he could. And his hands were so large that they could grab hold of her entire rump! However, Lillian wasn't particularly worried about the portly Mr. Cain as she could tell that the big slob wasn't exactly losing any sleep over thinking about her. He just thought that she was attractive and was letting her know this, albeit rudely.
As for the petite, bosomy Lisa; well, the young girl had recently gotten herself a boyfriend who also worked in the company's warehouse. Lisa was ultra-friendly to Lillian, but it was clear to the latter that the girl wasn't particularly interested in any more muff-rubbings on the roof. That was fine and dandy for Lillian, especially since she now had the roof to herself during whatever lunch hours she felt like being alone.
Lillian worked her finger down into the moist cleft of her cunt. She spread her thighs slightly apart in order for her cunt to be more accessible.
Her thoughts next drifted to the executive, James. Ever since she and Lisa had spied on him and Mrs. Mason, Lillian had paid the man special, though very surreptitious, attention. Whenever it was one o'clock and time for lunch, Lillian had gotten into the habit of glancing over at James's office door. If she saw that the door was closed and she hadn't made plans to go out to lunch with anyone, she would then proceed to sneak up onto the roof to look down into his office via the skylight.
She pulled her finger from her cunt and sniffed it. She liked the smell of her own pussy. She sucked her finger for a moment and then the digit found its way back to her succulent pussy.
Yessir, that James had really surprised her. Behind that boyishly handsome face of his lurked a real sex fiend. Lisa had been right when she had told her that when his door was closed at lunchtime, that meant that he was either having a fling with Mrs. Mason or else jacking-off over one of his many pornographic magazines. During many a lunch hour Lillian had watched him unlock the bottom drawer of his filing cabinet, wherein he kept his collection of obscene materials, and then had observed him as he merrily had a good old time with his ever-ready cock.
Lillian idly slipped her finger up into her juicy vagina. She had gotten so that she liked watching James best when he was jerking-off. It seemed to her that the executive and Mrs. Mason were rapidly losing steam in their lust for each other. And though Lillian couldn't be sure what to think, she was beginning to suspect that the outwardly priggish Mrs. Mason was starting to have an affair with the porcine Mr. Cain.
"There's just no accounting for taste," she remarked to the slumbering Koko.
She closed her eyes as she began to more actively seek to stimulate her cunt. She pondered the way in which James would pour over his nudie magazines while one of his hands would slowly stroke his cock. She would carefully study the manner in which he handled his stiff member because she wanted to know exactly how a man liked to be touched. She considered her spying on James to be part of her sexual training. Of course, she had watched him pull his pud enough times to have learned how such a skill was accomplished for the maximum effect. However, she still kept sneaking up onto the roof to watch him now, mainly because her cunt was getting addicted to the sport. She smiled to herself as she wondered what in the world that sweet, sexy man would think if he knew that she was up there watching him while she herself was masturbating? She liked to pretend sometimes, as she watched him, that she was actually down there with him, straddling that big cock of his. It really was a pity that such a cute guy was playing with paper dolls when all he had to do was make a little effort towards her....
She was arousing herself by such thoughts. Ah well, there are worse ways to spend a lonely Friday night than an innocent finger-fuck.
"I see feet down there!"
Lillian's eyes blinked open. She recognized the voice of one of her upstairs neighbors, Harry. She took her feet off the sill and stuck her head out the window. Above her she made out the blurred face of Harry.
"All by your lonesome?" asked Harry.
"Yeah, no luck for me tonight," admitted Lillian. She liked Harry. He was a pleasant, middle-aged bachelor who had a roommate, Jack. She assumed that they were gay since they had lived together for years and years, or so she had gathered from her chats with them.
"Who are you talking to?" Lillian barely distinguished Jack's voice. In a moment Jack was also looking down at her. "Oh, it's you, Lillian."
"She doesn't have any company tonight," Harry said.
"Tsk-really?" answered Jack with exaggerated shock, "Well then, dear," he directed his words to Lillian's upturned face, "Why don't you come upstairs and liven up the evening for us. It's been positively ho-hum city here. Really, you naughty girl, you should have come up for a visit earlier!"
Lillian laughed. "Alright already," she exclaimed, glad for the invitation. Before leaving her apartment, she wondered briefly if she should put some clothes on. Naw, why bother? They both were obviously swishy so she could relax with them. And the night was too hot to even begin to think about getting dressed again. But in case she ran into someone else on the staircase, she pulled on a short frilly bathrobe.
Jack opened the door at her knock. He was a smallish, rather handsome man, middle-aged like Harry. "You're just in time for some fresh-squeezed lemonade." He led her across their well-furnished apartment to the overstuffed couch. He seated himself next to her and crossed his legs. Lillian noticed that his socks were maroon and that they looked as if they were silk.
"Who wants lemonade?" Harry whisked into the room bearing a tray with three glasses and a pitcher on it. He set the tray down on the coffee table and proceeded to serve the drinks to everyone.
They all had a grand time gossiping about everyone in the building, as they usually did when the three of them got together. Lillian finished her tall glass of lemonade and Harry poured her another one. She noticed that neither one of her neighbors was drinking, but she felt it would be impolite to mention it.
Part way through her second glass of lemonade, Lillian started to feel pretty good in almost a giddy sort of way. She started laughing more and more at what was said. "I feel almost like I'm drugged," she finally remarked.
"Oh, you are. That's Harry's magic lemonade, which is guaranteed to cheer up a neighbor who's feeling blue about her sex life. By the way, if you don't mind my asking, how is your sex life?"
Lillian wasn't so stoned that she didn't see the look that Harry and Jack exchanged. That's strange, she thought, for it struck her that both of the men were now watching her with ... anticipation? She saw Harry's moustache twitch a little.
"Oh," she answered freely with a loose-wristed gesture, "It has its ups and downs-pun intended." They laughed with her. Harry poured her another glassful of lemonade. "No, thanks," she said, sitting up from the slouch she had fallen into. "I don't want to get any more fucked up than I am. What are you spiking it with anyway?"
"Just a Quaalude," said Jack with a smile. "It's kind of a love drug." His light blue eyes were twinkling.
Something then clicked into Lillian's mind about the situation with her two neighbors. She felt really naive as it dawned on her that she just might have made too hasty an assumption about their sexuality. "Could they be straight?" she wondered to herself. As she considered this possibility, Jack's next words to her further fueled her suspicions:
"Isn't it rather hot tonight for you to be wearing that bathrobe? Why don't you take it off and get comfortable?"
Actually, the night had started to cool off and Lillian was feeling perfectly satisfactory temperature-wise. Also, her bathrobe was so lightweight that it was ridiculous for anyone to think that it was making her feel too warm. So, why the hell was Jack so anxious for her to remove her robe?
"It looks like you're wearing a little pink nighty underneath that robe. Let's see it. I bet you look pretty cute in it." Harry looked at her evenly. There was no mistaking a veiled look of lust in his eyes.
A rush of adrenalin swirled through Lillian's stomach, making her cunt tingle. Are they trying to seduce me? As she thought, her eyes traveled downwards. She looked at Harry's hand resting on the arm of his chair. His fingers were long, something which had always been attractive to the young woman. And his strong-looking arms were covered with hair. She scanned his body. She was truly surprised to be finding him to be so appealing physically. He had nice, broad, powerful shoulders and the greying hair around his temples was very distinguished. She supposed that she had never really looked at him before as a woman checking out a man because she had always assumed that he was homosexual.
The Quaalude-spiked lemonade was relaxing her. Her entire body felt free and easy. And another thing, she was starting to feel kind of sexy sitting there with barely anything on.
"Come on, don't be bashful. Let me and Jack see your nighty. You've got nothing to be ashamed of, you know, and you won't be naked or anything. You've got a nice body. A nice round ass."
Harry's frank words were causing her pussy to really react. She looked up at him and met his grey eyes. His lips were parted in a slight smile and then he repeated huskily, "Come on."
She felt herself blush, both with pleasure and fear. She wasn't frightened, actually, but more scared about the challenge of letting herself be seduced (which she was now sure was happening) by two men. It just seemed so, well, kinky and she wasn't too certain that she could handle the situation.
"I always fancied her tits, myself," Jack said.
Lillian turned and looked at Jack with shock. He was smiling at her with such a wicked, devil-may-care grin that she couldn't help but smile back at him. She had always liked Jack's smile, but now that she knew he was straight, she admitted to herself that she had also always thought that he was sexy.
Despite the Quaalude, the situation was getting to be a bit much for Lillian. She felt like she was biting down into a sexual lemon of sorts in that the sensation was too overwhelming for her. It would be better to try and extricate herself ... after all, she could masturbate later on to the fantasy of fucking Harry and Jack together.
"So," she began in a squeaky, forced voice, "Do you think that the landlady will raise the rent next year?"
Jack moved over on the couch until he was right next to her. She felt an almost electrical charge of pleasure move through her from the points of physical contact with him. He placed one arm up along the couch behind the nervous girl. She glanced up into his face and then looked down into her lap. Her bathrobe wasn't fastened closed and she saw that her tan legs were visible all the way on up to the little sheer panties of her nighty outfit. She chose not to cover herself up. She found the situation to be very exciting, but it was a little hard to believe that Jack and Harry were actually serious. It's just a little flirting, right? She tossed her long, dark wavy hair out of her face and said, "Oh, come on you guys, quit kidding around."
"Yeah, I'm tired of kidding around, too," said Harry, suddenly standing up. He went into the other room and then returned in a moment, holding a camera. "Let's take some pictures. You know, ever since I first saw your face, Lillian, I thought that you'd be an interesting subject to photograph."
"Oh, well, thank you!" Lillian felt flattered. She also felt Jack start to play with her hair while his other hand slipped onto her knee. She knew that it was the drug that was making her want Jack to take these innocent liberties with her. But then again, she thought as she looked up into Jack's handsome face, the man really was a turn-on with or without drugs. Jack pressed closer to her as if he were about to kiss her and so she quickly turned her head away.
"Oh, no, no-that would have been a great shot, Lillian," exclaimed Harry, who had set up his camera by now. "Go on and give Jack a kiss. Come on, it'll make a sweet-looking print."
Lillian felt Jack's hand start to casually stroke the inside of her thigh. His touch was positively sending thunderbolts of desire through her. She turned back to face Jack and felt a thrill dart down to her cunt as their tongues met. He pulled her close to him as they continued to kiss. He was a small, though well-built, man. Lillian heard the shutter of Harry's camera click, but she continued to kiss Jack while enjoying the sensation of pressing her breasts up against his chest.
Jack moved his hand up and began to massage her stomach in a circular motion. He slipped his hand inside of her robe and the heat from the palm of his hand through her flimsy baby-doll pajamas was really helping to build up her sexual crescendo. Harry took a few more pictures and then Lillian finally pulled away from the kiss. She felt confused for, during the passionate kiss, it had dawned on her that Jack wasn't just interested in mere flirtation after all. She didn't know what to do as her mind was telling her that it probably wasn't a good idea to have a fling with her neighbors, especially since they were both about twice her age. But then again, her body was screaming at her to carry on through with the seduction. While Harry jabbered about what great shots he had just taken of them, Jack had resumed stroking the inside of her thigh. When his hand had seemingly accidentally brushed against her cunt, she made the decision to stay just a little while longer. She hoped that neither of the men were noticing how aroused she was.
"Okay, for the next set of shots, Lillian, take off your robe," demanded Harry nonchalantly while he fiddled with something on his camera. Lillian was really beguiled that Harry was interested in photographing her since she knew that he was a professional photographer. So, since he was asking her to remove her robe from an aesthetic, professional viewpoint, she suddenly saw no reason to resist any longer. She leaned forward and Jack assisted her in stripping off her bathrobe.
"Much, much better," Harry murmured as he focused his camera on her. She smiled sweetly at the lens, looking very sex-kittenish in her short, pink chiffon nighty. Her full, orb-like breasts were clearly outlined through the sheer material and her erect, upward-tilted nipples were also sassily displayed. Unfortunately for the men, she had her hands folded in her lap so that her pubic hair wasn't immediately visible. But Jack and Harry had special plans for getting to know their delectable downstairs neighbor better.
Harry told Lillian that he was going to have her pose in various positions, "So I can get an idea what your good angles are."
"Uh, alright," agreed the young woman innocently. Actually, Lillian knew what the game plan was all about, but it was part of her fun to pretend that she just thought he was taking pictures of her from only a purely artistic viewpoint. It excited her, especially since she was fucked up on the lude, to be posing while barely wearing anything.
After a few shots of her face, Harry had her pose on all fours, and he took pictures of her ass straining against the material of her pink panties and of her breasts hanging down freely. Jack knelt down and unabashedly looked at the silhouette of her breasts through her nighty.
"Oh, you're great, just like a professional model," said Harry. Lillian pretended not to notice the bulge in his pants or in Jack's, either.
Then they took her into Jack's bedroom for the next set of shots. "You should pose in a bedroom, since you are dressed for bed," explained Harry. Lillian easily acquiesced, trying not to give herself away by smiling.
He had her lie back on Jack's large double bed with her back propped up by pillows.
"Oh, you look lovely. Doesn't she, Jack?" Harry said, adjusting the lights so that they shone gently on the luscious young woman. Jack readily agreed and seated himself in a nearby chair, his blue eyes watching Lillian hungrily like those of a cat stalking an unsuspecting bird.
After a few shots of Lillian lying on the bed with her long, dark hair spread out on the white bedspread, Jack said, "How about a couple of slightly naughty pictures now-you know, just for the sake of variety."
Oh, goody! Just what Lillian was impatiently waiting for. All of that posing in her scanties for two handsome men who were obviously turned-on was really doing a number on her libido. And the frustrating part of it was that she had to keep pretending that she didn't understand the drift of the situation. She knew that it would spoil the fun of the seduction if she just ripped her nighty off and said, "Okay, boys, let's get down!" Also, she was actually still a little scared and not altogether certain how much further she was going to go with the scenario. But the lude was just making her feel so warm and tingly and horny that she simply was inwardly begging for someone to touch her.
Harry then directed her to undo a few buttons on the front of her nighty and to slip the pink froufrou down off her shoulders so that a tantalizing part of her breasts would show. She got up on her knees and coquettishly thrust out her round, partially naked bosom at the camera.
"Terrific!" Harry cried out, rapidly taking pictures. "Now, throw in a little more sex. Think dirty...."
"Think about getting laid," suggested Jack. Immediately the image of a large cock came to Lillian's mind and she reacted to this sudden, erotic thought like Pavlov's dog. She closed her eyes and tossed her head back. Her soft, shapely lips parted and she looked for all the world as if she were in the throes of ecstasy. She actually was on the verge of having an orgasm.
"Good ... good," murmured Harry, being careful not to ruin the spell. "Now, why don't you undo the rest of the buttons and sort of let your nighty fall open."
Harry and Jack held their breath to see what she would do. But they had nothing to fear for the tender young girl eagerly undid the few remaining buttons and then parted the material so that her incredibly well-formed breasts were revealed to them. Her deep-pink colored nipples looked like sugary gumdrops high atop her creamy breasts.
For a few moments, all Harry could do was stare at Lillian with his mouth hanging open. The dark-haired nymph watched him serenely with her brown eyes partially closed. Then he managed to pull himself together enough to photograph her exposed boobs.
Jack could barely contain his excitement any longer. Ever since he had first met Lillian, he had always wanted to fuck the delicious young creature. And now that she was showing him and Harry her tits, he was practically climbing the walls. It had been his idea to slip her a Quaalude and he simply couldn't believe that he might also actually succeed in slipping her the ol' salami. That is, if he played his cards right.
"Fine, that's just fine," said Harry, trying to keep his voice calm. "Now, cup your breasts and push them up and together. Keep thinking those sexy thoughts-you look wonderful."
The thought crossed Lillian's mind as she tried to do as he directed that it seemed as if Harry really knew what he was doing. Actually, Harry did know what he was doing, for, being a freelance photographer, he occasionally took pictures of nude female models for the purpose of selling the shots to pornographic magazines. The present situation with Lillian was intriguing to Harry now, because he had been in the business long enough to have become more or less bored with the naked women and thus merely interested only in the amount of money he could make. However, he was finding that photographing Lillian was turning him on to an almost alarming extent. Nude models had aroused him before, but not to the point where he just wanted to stop the photo session and pull out his cock!
Harry ran around taking pictures rapidly of Lillian's out-thrust breasts from all different angles, including several close-ups. She had remarkable blemish-free nipples-all nice and smooth like a baby's bottom. And, more importantly for his purposes, they were erect. He looked at Lillian craftily. "You little minx," he thought out loud. "You're hornier than me and Jack put together." For he hadn't failed to notice his apartment mate's discomfort at having such a swollen cock confined in his trousers.
"What size bra do you wear?" asked Jack in a sudden outburst of lust. His voice sounded a bit gravely, due no doubt to his advanced state of blue-balls.
"Oh, Jack, now really! That's a personal question. Okay, now, honey, sit up on your knees and use both hands to hold your hair up on top of your head." Harry frowned over at Jack, trying to convey to him via his tight-lipped expression that he was being too crude with the young woman. So far they had been lucky with her and, besides the chance of getting a little nooky, he was very excited at the prospect of making big money with Lewd Nude magazine. There was absolutely no doubt in his mind that that high-class, top-paying magazine would pay big bucks for Lillian's pictures and do a lengthy photo feature on her yummy, well-formed body. And he didn't want Jack's coarseness to disgust Lillian before he got a chance to photograph her honeypot.
But Lillian just laughed at Jack's question. She batted her big brown eyes playfully and answered, "I'm about a 34C. Though, that size is a little bit small on me. Somewhere in there, I guess."
"Quite a heapin' handful of tit, eh?" Jack said, wiggling in his seat excitedly, casting a cautious glance over at the disapproving Harry.
But Harry was too enraptured with Lillian's new pose to take the time to censor Jack any longer. True to his dictation, the young woman was up on her knees near the edge of the bed with her arms stretched up over her head. He couldn't help but breathe an appreciative, "Ahh! " With her arms holding her hair up like that, her breasts now more than ever looked perfectly round. Her slender waist gently curved out into perfectly-proportioned hips-just the kind a man likes to hold onto while fucking a woman. And, oh, were her thighs ever nice and firm! But what was really causing Harry's cock to pump up to maximum size was being able to discern the dark triangle of pubic hair through Lillian's pink panties.
He moved around the bed snapping shots. He was delighted to be able to also see the crack of her plump little ass through her pink panties. Dollar signs danced through his head. He stopped to put a new roll of film in the camera.
Lillian relaxed her pose. She looked like a mermaid with her dark hair strewn out over her naked breasts. All she needed to do was rent the bottom part of a fish costume and she had it made. "How am I doing, Harry?"
"Honey, you're a natural," mumbled Harry, intent on reloading his camera as quickly as possible. He knew that the girl had only a portion of a Quaalude in her and that she would be 'straightening out' in a relatively short time. And he still needed some good cunt shots. He sensed that the negotiations would have to be very sensitive in order to get the young woman to do a split beaver shot for him.
"You're giving my cock one hell of a hard-on," remarked Jack.
Harry rolled his eyes heavenward. So much for sensitivity. But Lillian only giggled. Harry looked over at her and saw that her cheeks were becomingly pink as she blushed, and that she shook her hair off her breasts in an unconscious motion. He grinned from ear to ear. Boy, was he ever in luck! Nude-model photographers have it made in the shade when they get a girl like Lillian to pose. He now fully realized that Lillian was of the rare breed of woman who got off on being an exhibitionist. Hot dog!
"Okay, now, Lillian, I want you to sit up on your knees again and pull up on your panties so that they ride part way up your ass."
"Like this?" queried the girl, pulling her panties up so tightly that more than half of her cheeks were revealed.
Jack moaned and clutched his crotch. "Yeah, like that," Harry grunted, rapidly taking frames of her. The dark patch of her pussy hair was now really blatant with the thin pink material pulled so tightly over it. "Now," he continued, "Pull your panties down." Lillian hesitated a moment and then, somewhat uncertainly, pulled the back of her panties down and offered her smooth ass to the camera. Sad to say, but she primly kept her cunt covered. After all, it was her last holdout from totally letting go in front of the two men. Harry dutifully took pictures of her shapely backside. He knew that plenty of ass-fucking readers of Lewd Nude magazine would go bonkers over her tight buttocks. He even got her to bend over so that he got a great shot of her pink little pucker of an asshole. But he was going crazy for want of a look at her pussy!
When he stopped taking pictures, however, Lillian promptly pulled up her panties, adding further aggravation to both Harry and Jack by playfully snapping the elastic of the waistband. Then she yawned-a very bad sign. Harry felt almost frantic. She was coming down from the lude and/or she was becoming bored with the photo session. Then again, there was the equally horrible possibility that she was getting sleepy as it was now nearing midnight. He knew that he had to act fast, or else!
"Um, Lillian," he began, desperately ransacking his mind for the most diplomatic way to state his request, "Now it's time for a photo of the real you."
Lillian blinked her eyes at him with a rather vacuous look in them.
Harry continued in his crusade, "Well ... take-off-your-panties-for-a-nice-natural-look." He delivered his pitch at a rapid tempo, hoping to startle Lillian into complying before she had a chance to think about the possible consequences.
And the worst happened. A look of total outrage swept .over Lillian's pretty features. "Now wait a minute here, Harry. I think that this whole thing is going too far. I'm not as fucked up on that lude as you think I am. I'm not the kind of girl who goes around stripping down for just any Tom, Dick and ... Harry." she sputtered to a halt, though she continued to glare over at the distraught photographer.
At this distressing point, Jack intervened. He got up from his chair and went over to sit by the furious girl. He slid his arm about her waist and put his other hand on the upper part of her tan thigh. On the other side of the room, Harry cringed. Jack's really fouling things up for me! he thought. But then, interestingly enough, Lillian's face underwent a sudden transformation at Jack's touch. A flash of hedonistic lust once again softened her features. Her pink mouth puckered up slightly as if it were getting ready to be kissed or to have a hard cock shoved into it. Her reluctance further melted as Jack commenced to kiss her neck and run his hand up her flat stomach and over the round expanse of her breasts. At his touch, her nipples tightened even more from their erect state.
Without another word, Harry raised his camera and peered through the viewfinder. He made a quick check to be sure that the camera was focused, and then he snapped a very erotic frame of Jack licking one of the young woman's nipples while she nibbled on his ear.
Lillian was indeed coming down from the Quaalude, but the vague fatigue she was now feeling was making her even more susceptible to the sexual urges which were burning through her at Jack's touch. There was just something powerful about the way the man's hands were caressing her that was just driving her cunt wild, though he had yet to touch her there. It was like Jack's avid and open lust for her was the best aphrodisiac she had ever encountered!
However, she quailed at letting him slip his hand down into her panties, though she let him pull them down far enough so that they barely covered her pussy hairs. He went back to kissing her deeply on the mouth, which practically made her swoon. He was a great kisser, just about the best Lillian had ever experienced. She totally succumbed to his advances again, and his hands moved freely over her breasts, back and ass. She found herself slipping her hands up underneath his shirt, delighting in the feel of his bare flesh. Then, while they were still lost in their kiss, one of his hands moved back down to her thighs. As she stroked her thighs, his hand traveled up and over her mount of Venus. The indirect feel of his hand on her cunt-through the flimsy pink material of her panties-caused a jolt of concentrated desire in Lillian. She removed her tongue from his mouth and pulled away with a low moan. She had decided that she had better leave before simply giving in.
Jack held onto her gently, though, as she tried to get up from of the bed. He started whispering to her, "Let me see your cunt, please! I've always wanted to. I bet that you have a beautiful one," and he once more ran his hand slowly over her pussy. "Oh," he murmured into her ear, "Your cunt is wet. I know that you need a big, stiff cock."
His words served to both frighten and further excite Lillian. She and Jack were too far gone over the fine line dividing sexual desire from sexual frenzy to notice Harry taking picture after picture of them.
"Let me pull your panties down and look at your cunt," crooned Jack.
But Lillian took hold of the top of her panties and firmly nodded her head in the negative. She stuck her lip out in a sulk.
Jack tenderly pushed her back onto the bed so that her back was propped up by the pillows. Her breasts jutted out to the sides and Jack grasped each of them and kneaded their plush flesh. Lillian began to smile. Then he kissed his way down her stomach and his tongue flickered at the dark patch of pubic hair visible through the pink material.
Lillian giggled.
Jack craftily decided to try a roundabout route. As he kept his face within inches of her crotch, he slipped his index finger into the leg of her panties. He felt the silken hairs of her cunt and he felt exhilarated. And best of all, Lillian still only giggled. Thus encouraged, he made further use of this tactical maneuver. He probed deeper, and managed to get his finger into the hot cleft of her pussy. She was really dripping wet with passion! As he moved his finger back and forth along her pussy, he was rewarded by seeing her hips start to almost imperceptibly grind in unison.
He kissed the insides of her thighs and then pulled the material of her crotch over so that her pussy was exposed at long last. He stared reverently into its moist pinkness. Her silky, dark pubic hair only sparsely decorated the upper most region of her pleasure park. It looked almost like she had the tight cunt of a young adolescent. Jack studied her little muffin a while longer, while one of his fingers made sure that Lillian's fire stayed lit. Then he asked her to turn over so that she would be on all fours. Lillian did just that without hesitation. Jack proceeded to once again pull the material of her crotch to one side and to peer in at her cunt. Never before had a woman let him take such a good look at her pussy. He touched the tip of his tongue to her steaming clitoris and, as he had predicted to himself, Lillian groaned with pleasure.
Harry moved in for a close-up of her dripping cunt.
In practically one motion, Jack stripped off his shirt and trousers. His medium-sized cock was heavy with lust. With Lillian still on all fours, he playfully slid his cock underneath her panties. Another murmur of pleasure escaped from her lips. Without turning around to look, she knew that a nice thick cock was burning up against her ass. And she wanted him to fuck her now very badly.
He pulled her panties down off her smooth, plump little ass. Then he turned her around, naked at last, and once more ran his hands all over her delicious body, especially on her cunt. Without any further prompting, Lillian now pushed Jack onto his back and then straddled him. She lifted his cock up from where it lay on his stomach and placed it against the wet opening of her twat. Then, she lowered her body, his cock disappearing up into her soft, firm, hot heaven of a cunt.
Jack was delighted. He wondered how Lillian knew that he preferred it when the woman was on top? Meanwhile, she began to pump her sweet little ass up and down on his stiff pole. Her breasts bobbed up and down also, right over his face. Jack almost sobbed aloud as his climax rapidly approached. As for Lillian, a strong surge of electrical delight swept through her and then she commenced to pump even faster as a red-hot orgasm seized her: Her cunt contracted as she came, causing Jack's cock hitherto unexperienced ecstasy. He felt his stomach flutter and he knew that he was about to come. He closed his eyes right before his cock burst its wad up into the young girl's hot twat.
Once Lillian felt Jack's body twitch and shudder underneath hers, she collapsed onto him. In her limp albeit euphoric state, she nuzzled into the sparse hairs on the man's rather bony chest. She heard clicking sounds behind her, but paid them no attention.
Finally, Lillian heaved a huge sigh of satisfaction and moved off Jack's sweaty body. However, since she was now pretty fatigued, she only made it to the other side of the bed where she slumped back down again onto her stomach.
Harry took one last frame of the near-slumbering young woman. She had been looking better and better to Harry as the evening and the film had rolled along. Now the shapely girl, lying face down on the bed with her plump, round, firm ass in plain view and with her legs splayed wide apart, was totally irresistible to him. With his eyes riveted on her smooth ass cheeks, he put his camera down, undid his fly and pulled off his pants. His cock came bursting out with ready eagerness. Then he climbed onto the bed and kneeled over the tender young girl. He could see part of her cunt and a little bit of creamy sperm sticking to her pubic hair. His cock bobbed hungrily over the unsuspecting girl.
His hands burrowed themselves in her long, thick, luxuriant dark hair and he proceeded to massage her back. He started to really get off on how she responded to his touch by stretching out and giving a husky murmur of sensual pleasure. Also, he liked looking at the way her back tapered down to her curvy, tiny waist and then rounded out perfectly at the hips and buttocks. As a matter-of-fact, Harry couldn't remember ever having seen such a perfect ass before.
He gently rubbed the tip of his cock around her smooth butt cheeks and up and down along the crack of her ass. Lillian wiggled her backside at him playfully. He then parted her cheeks and looked at the tight pucker of her anus. He stuck his finger inside, testing to see how strong the elasticity was. Pretty damn strong! He knew that her asshole would probably be so tight that it would practically suck the sperm right out of him.
He first moved his cock against her pussy, lubricating it with her sex juices and some of Jack's cum. Even though Lillian was practically asleep, her clitoris began to purr again at the attention. Once more her reflex was to undulate her hips. Harry then pushed his cock up into the opening of her asshole. She was so at ease that he was able to penetrate her to the hilt without any resistance. And it was even snugger inside her asshole than he had hoped for, especially when he felt the muscles of her colon start to gently contract around his cock.
Lillian began to dream of being ravaged by a handsome pirate. Her pelvis was now grinding in unison with Harry's thrusts. Incredible, warm thrills of sexual pleasure were coursing up along his cock. He hung onto her bucking hips, enjoying the way her shapely ass was slapping up against his stomach. Then the young girl began to groan softly and her hands started to clutch at the bedspread. Almost savagely now, she rubbed her cunt up at him, straining to make as much contact with his balls as possible. By now she had her ass up high enough so that her stomach was raised off the bed a couple of inches. Jack put one arm underneath her so that he could press her tightly to him as he knew that he was going to come in a matter of seconds. When he pulled her against him, she cried out several times as she climaxed. As she came, her asshole tightened, causing Harry to close his eyes and throw back his head as his cock gave up the battle and let a cascade of sperm shoot out with a gut-wrenching intensity.
"Jesus Christ," was all Harry was able to say, when he pulled out of her after a while. Jack was totally oblivious of what had just happened. And as for Lillian, she was sound asleep, a big grin across her face.
The next morning, after Harry had cooked a big breakfast for all of them, he asked Lillian to sign a legal paper saying that he could use the photos he had taken of her the night before. "Well," said Lillian, as she thought about it, "Alright. But please use your discretion." And she signed the paper and promptly forgot about it.
CHAPTER FIVE
Summer wore on and Lillian reveled in the sun. Her whole body was tanned to a golden brown due to the nude sunbathing she was doing out on her fire-escape. Of course, she would drape towels around the railing so that no one would be able to see her except for her upstairs neighbors, Harry and Jack. But that was okay, needless to say, especially since for the month or so after the photo session, Lillian had had a lot of action cock wise from the men.
One time, though, something a little unnerving happened to her while she was out on the fire-escape. She was lying on her back with her eyes closed. The warmth of the sun was making her feel slightly drowsy and rather horny. Without bothering to open her eyes, she reached for her bottle of sun tanning oil and started to massage it into her skin. It felt good rubbing the oil onto her breasts, especially when she touched her nipples, making them a shiny pink. She then immediately abandoned her breasts and darted her oily fingers on down between her thighs. She made her sparse, silken pubic hair all slick with oil and cunt-juices as she lazily masturbated. After she came, and was still lying there with her hand on her cunt, she suddenly felt something wet on her stomach. Her eyes flew open and she saw that there was some white stuff on her brown skin. She had initially been revolted as it looked like some bird flying overhead had decided to take a dump on her. But as she stared at the white glob, she realized that it was actually sperm. She then decided that either Harry or Jack must have jerked-off on her out of their window as a joke. But hadn't she seen them leave their apartment to go shopping? She went inside and wiped the cum off her stomach. Then she pulled on some clothes and went upstairs to the guys' apartment. No response to her knock. How strange! she wondered inwardly. She was starting to feel pretty weird about the incident when she heard the voices of Harry and Jack as they were coming back up the stairs, carrying groceries. She asked them seriously if they had been playing a joke on her. They looked puzzled and shook their heads. When she explained to them what had happened, Harry and Jack immediately thought of the roof. All three of them trooped on up to the top of the building, but they saw no one up there. Jack, however, pointed out how easy it would be for someone from a neighboring apartment building to have crossed over to their roof. And of course, there was the possibility that someone living in their building had been the mysterious masturbator. All in all, Lillian never felt completely at ease again while sunbathing.
And it was also getting so that Lillian was beginning to experience the feeling that she wasn't always alone at night in her apartment. Ever since the night she had gone out with Tex and had heard a sound outside her window while was getting dressed, she had harbored the suspicion that she was being watched. She tried not to pay too much attention to her suspicions because she didn't experience the feeling of being spied on every single night she was home alone. And her worry on this subject was somewhat allayed since she never saw anyone lurking outside her window on the fire-escape.
I'm just getting paranoid in my spinsterhood, she told herself.
Lillian wasn't exactly being celibate, what with Jack and Harry in the near vicinity. However, her spirits were somewhat dampened as her office amour, Richard, was now caught up in a tumultuous and much-talked-about love affair with the blonde job applicant whom he had hired. The woman's name was Mary Lou and her constant high-pitched giggle followed the silently-suffering Lillian around the office day in and day out. And Richard was so totally gaga over Mary Lou and her pointed tits that he now barely even acknowledged Lillian's existence at all anymore. Lillian had tried to drown her sorrows by going out with all sorts of men, but she had found them all to be uniformly dull hence, she hadn't let any of them fuck her.
Let's face it-Lillian was bored and in the doldrums. So when she wasn't out on a dull date or with a friend, she sat in her apartment and tried to forget about the feeling of being watched. This whole feeling of not being alone was more than a bit aggravating for the young woman since the hot summer weather made her want to wear little or nothing around her apartment. But after checking out the window and, as usual, seeing no one, she'd then slip into something more comfortable.
This suspicion of having a peeping tom around had been haunting Lillian for a couple of months when, on a typically hot night, she got a phone call from a woman named Annie whom she had recently met at a party. Lillian was very flattered that Annie had liked her enough to have called her up, and so she invited her new friend over. Annie readily agreed.
"Great!" Lillian said to Koko the cat, "It's been a while since I've had anyone over." She thought about making some cold lemonade and then laughed when she remembered what had happened when she had drunk Harry's Quaalude-spiked drink. For a split-second the thought of what Annie looked like came to mind, causing her to wonder somewhat wistfully what the young woman's sexual preferences were. Annie was French and thusly, her slightly husky voice had an intriguing accent. Her large eyes were blue and somewhat tilted at an exotic angle. As Lillian thought, she further remembered liking Annie's pretty face and full, sensuous mouth. Her breasts had been on the small side, but very well-shaped. She also had a terrific ass.
"Jesus Christ!" exclaimed Lillian, shaking her head. "My mind is really getting wacky with the heat." She sadly also thought that she was understandably on the horny side since it had been a while since she had had a really good and exciting lay.
By the time Annie rang her doorbell, Lillian had taken a bath, slipped on a lightweight cotton sleeveless frock and had made some iced tea. When Lillian opened the door and saw Annie standing there, the thought hit her again about how sexy the French woman was.
Annie settled herself down on Lillian's couch at one end and crossed her shapely legs. Lillian served her guest the iced tea and then sat herself down at the other end of the couch. For about an hour they had a good time laughing and talking, but Lillian felt somewhat strained. She kept finding herself scanning Annie's lithe body, taking in the way the woman's nipples were really prominent through her blouse. Once, when Annie bent down to remove her shoes, Lillian had caught a glimpse of one of her little breasts. Her face reddened as she felt her cunt grow moist.
When Annie straightened up, her blue eyes seemed to pierce through Lillian's attempt to appear as if nothing out of the ordinary was taking place. Lillian smiled weakly and offered her more tea. As she poured, her hands shook slightly and Annie reached out to help her.
"You're trembling," Annie said with an amused, mischievous twinkle in her eye.
"Oh, it's the heat," replied Lillian automatically. She shot a sly, hooded look over at her guest. Could it be...?
"You know what I do when I'm-how you say-hot? I don't wear any panties." And then Annie pulled her skirt up and Lillian was treated to the view of her bare cunt. When Annie let her skirt drop back down, Lillian was thoroughly aroused. She felt almost dizzy as the image of Annie's hairy pussy swam before her eyes. And from the way Annie was sitting, she had been able to see the pink tip of her clitoris poking out from the pubic hairs-almost like it was a little tongue sassily sticking out to tease her.
"Are you wearing panties?" Annie asked in a soft, innocent tone.
A blast of adrenalin danced through Lillian's body. She wondered to herself if Annie was starting to make some moves on her or if she was only projecting her own desires on the French girl. But when she looked over at Annie, their eyes met and for a split-second before she looked away, a strong current of sexual feeling traveled between them.
"Well," Lillian quickly said to break the spell, "Well, I am. I just automatically wear panties, especially when I'm wearing a dress."
"Oh, that's so restricted," replied Annie. "I always try to keep my pussy as free as possible. You see, I love to fuck with as much spontaneity as I can, and wearing no panties-and no bra either, makes sex a simple thing."
Lillian's body began to hum a happy little tune of hopeful expectations. "I like sex, too." She saw that the French girl understood the implication.
"So, since I wear no panties, if I see someone that I want to fuck, well ... for instance, one time I went out with a whole bunch of friends and one of them brought along her new boyfriend. We all went driving out to the country to have a picnic. I thought that my friend's boyfriend was awfully cute and it looked to me like had had a lot of cock stuffed into his tight jeans. But he was crazy for his girlfriend, so he didn't pay any attention to me. Well, after the picnic, we all started to play hide-and-go-seek. One time when he was it, I climbed a tree and pretended I was hiding. Of course, it didn't take too long for him to find me. When he approached the tree and looked up-well-he had a clear view of my pussy. He looked startled, but he didn't mention anything about it. For the rest of the day I could tell that he was a little preoccupied and he would glance at me whenever he thought no one was looking. When night came and we all piled back into the car, his girlfriend was feeling sick from drinking too much wine, so she wanted to sit by the window on the car seat. You see, on the ride up, she had sat in her boyfriend's lap because there wasn't enough room in the car for everyone. Well, I then volunteered to be the one to have to sit on someone's lap for the ride home. Her boyfriend cheerfully offered me his lap. As we sped along, mostly tired and drowsy, there was little talk. My friend had her head on her boyfriend's shoulder and she was drifting in and out of sleep. Meanwhile, I could feel her boyfriend's hard cock bulging in his pants. The motion of the car was causing me to gently bounce up and down on his lap. My pussy was all wet with excitement. I reached underneath myself very casually as if I were merely rearranging my skirt. But what I really did was undo his zipper and then stick his rock-hard prick up into my cunt."
Annie was so carried away by her story that she had allowed her skirt to creep up her thighs, again allowing Lillian to be able to see some of the hairs of her gash.
"And then I just sat there and let the bumps on the road do it for us. I came first, and oh, but it was difficult not to moan or fall over! I remember that orgasm-since I wasn't grinding up and down on him in any particular rhythm, I couldn't hurry it up like I usually do when I feel myself about to come. I think that's why that orgasm was so ... so ... long ... and drawn out. My whole body trembled with the sensation as I felt the hot tingling waves of my orgasm sweep all the way up to the top of my head and on down to the tips of my toes. When that wonderful orgasm was finally over, I squeezed the muscles in my cunt and then that handsome boy's cock spurted out his cum. I could feel the veins in his large cock pulsing with the boiling hot blood of his youthful desire. Then all I did was raise myself off him slightly so that he could quickly put his cock back inside his pants and then zip up." Annie sighed and smiled, "It was so incredible! And my friend's boyfriend and I never said a word about what had happened to each other. A few years later, those two got married and I was one of the bridesmaids. A beautiful wedding."
A short silence then fell. Lillian finally said, "That story is an inspiration! It's been quite a while since I've gotten a really good lay. I think that I'll try wearing no panties and see what happens." She sat and grinned at Annie.
"So," Annie said, "Why don't you begin by taking them off now? It is such a warm night and, take it from me, it feels sexy to have a little breeze tickle your pussy."
Lillian stood up and raised her dress. She had on a pair of bikini panties, which she quickly slid down and stepped out of before losing her nerve. She knew that Annie had gotten at peek at her cunt before she had let her dress drop back down, and felt a bit shy as she reseated herself on the couch.
"There, doesn't that feel a whole lot cooler?" Annie asked. The French girl moved a couple of inches closer to Lillian. "I like best to let whatever breezes there are to touch my pussy directly." And in so saying, the young girl pulled her skirt way up high.
Lillian couldn't tear her eyes away from the girl's cunt. Annie casually stroked her hairy mound of Venus.
Lillian then hesitantly pulled up her own dress, revealing her nudity. Her lightly-haired cunt contrasted enticingly with the thick bush of the French girl.
"Oh, how pretty!" Annie exclaimed, unabashedly leaning over to examine the tender cleft of Lillian's cunt. "I love looking at pussies.!" The French girl didn't even ask permission before she parted the soft flesh of her hostess's cunt. Her talented fingers explored every fold of Lillian's exposed twat, thoroughly exciting the dark-haired young woman. "I like it that you don't have much hair. It is like the cunt of a young teenager."
"Thank you," replied Lillian in as steady a tone as she could muster in her state of excitement. She then pushed Annie back against the cushions of the couch so she could, in turn, have the pleasure of looking at her hairy cunt. She pushed through the jungle of thick pubic hair until she reached the wet, inner pinkness of the girl's pleasure park. Annie's clitoris was stiff with passion. Lillian stroked the little nubbin of nerve-endings, causing Annie to sigh and spread her thighs farther apart.
But then Lillian suddenly stopped and, without turning around to look, strained her senses towards the window. She had picked up on the feeling of being watched again. Annie looked down at her with a frustrated expression on her pretty face, but Lillian held a silencing finger up to her lips before the French girl could say anything. Then she casually stood up, leaving Annie lying on the couch with her widely-spread thighs and her sweet split beaver.
Lillian sauntered around the room casually until she was in an area which wasn't visible from the window. Then she slithered along the wall towards the. window. This was the first time she had ever tried this maneuver, but she was so sick and tired of feeling like she was being watched that she didn't care if she made a fool out of herself in front of Annie. She suddenly flung the window open and looked out just in time to see a long tube disappear back inside of her downstairs neighbor's window. A goddamn periscope! she screamed inwardly.
"Hey! Hey, you down there! I saw what you've been doing. Just who the hell do you think you are-you, you peeping tom, you!" She was sputtering with anger. She was outraged at the thought that she had been right all along about being spied on. Why, that dirty old, disgusting man had probably seen her masturbating countless times! He must have seen her screwing Harry and Jack! And he'd been getting his jollies now, watching her starting to get it on with Annie! "Show yourself, you coward!"
"The bastard downstairs is a peeping tom," Lillian said over her shoulder. Then she whispered, "I'm going to call the police!"
"So, okay, the jig is up." A pleasant young man's voice floated up at Lillian. She whipped around and looked back down outside again. She could barely discern the features of the head of her downstairs neighbor poking out of his window. She could tell that he was young, around her age-and that he had a nice head of wavy hair which was about shoulder-length. She was further incensed to see his flashing white teeth.
"You think this whole situation is funny, do you?" she roared, dancing around her window with fury.
Annie joined her in looking down at the young man. She startled Lillian by saying pleasantly, "Why don't you come upstairs so that all of this yelling can stop? We should discuss what has happened."
The young man's head vanished.
Lillian reeled around, astounded. "Why did you invite that pervert up here? He's been up here enough, in a sense, as it is! I'm calling the police!"
Just then there was a knock at the door and Annie ran over and opened it before Lillian could protest. There in the doorway stood the wet-dream vision of a heavenly angel. The angel smiled and said, "Hi. I'm sorry about invading your privacy, but you've got to admit that there's usually a pretty good show going on up here at least a couple times a week."
Lillian couldn't speak for a moment. Annie had the young man come in and sit down. The French girl had a secretly pleased look on her face-almost as if she had some plan in mind. "Explain yourself," she said to the angel. She sat down a few feet away from him on the couch. Lillian then sank down next to Annie on the side away from the young man. All she could do was stare at him. He was beautiful! He raked his long fingers through his wavy, brown hair and then shot a quick glance over at Lillian. She was treated to a glimpse of his hazel eyes-eyes that had probed into her private, intimate moments. But it was difficult to sustain a sense of anger towards such a handsome and cheerful young man.
"I'm new in town. I came here to do some graduate work at the university. I've been slaving away at writing my Master's thesis in mechanical engineering. My days consist of going to classes and then studying at the library and doing research. I am living an existence right now of virtual isolation. You know, there're only a couple of people that I know in this city and they're all boring academic-type guys. But I just can't afford to take the time to go out and meet new people since I have a deadline for completing my thesis."
Lillian's heart softened up a bit at this. He was keeping his profile towards her as she hungrily examined him. His nose was straight and his lips had a very sensual prominence to their cast. He was tan and tall and strong-looking with his well-proportioned physique all streamlined with a fine musculature. Whenever he smiled, gorgeous lines grooved the sides of his face. And his teeth were so white!
"No girls?" Annie prompted sympathetically. Lillian observed that her French visitor wasn't bothering to stop her skirt from gradually moving up her firm thighs. Good, Lillian thought greedily, Looks like she's going to break the ice for us.
"Nooo...." the young man answered slowly and carefully. "I can't afford a whore right now and-like I said-I can't afford the time to go out and woo any girls."
Annie slyly inched her way along the couch towards the young man, with Lillian panting close behind her.
"You've just met us," the French girl said in such a consoling manner that Lillian had to turn away for a moment to hide her smile. "I'm Annie and this is Lillian."
"Pleased to meet you, Annie. I'm Zachary." He stuck his hand out and shook hers. Then he looked over at the dark-haired girl and smiled shyly, dazzling her. "I already knew your name, Lillian," he said, shaking her hand in turn. His remark caused them both to blush at the sudden remembrance of the reason for their meeting in the first place.
"Anyway," Zachary continued, looking away again, "I started getting so horny all of the time that it was interfering with my work. I ... I ... I was-uh-jerking-off a lot, but that wasn't seeming to help me much. Then one night I went out on my fire-escape to take a breather from my thesis. I decided to climb up the ladder to the roof, but when I reached the next landing of the fire-escape, I could see right through the thin curtains into the window here. It wasn't like I set out to spy, I mean, I had no idea who any of my neighbors in the building were since I was leading such a sequestered existence." He shrugged his shoulders. "Right in front of me, only separated by glass, I saw a gorgeous girl in a low-cut dress bending over and ... and looking at her, urn, vagina in a mirror." There was a short silence. Then he turned and looked Lillian boldly in the eye. "Goddamn, Lillian, you just can't imagine how good you looked to me when you were sticking your finger up your cunt! I was so undone by seeing you do that-it'd been months since I've seen a cunt-well, then I was so stunned that I lost my balance and fell part way down the steps to my fire-escape. I got an enormous erection and I came with such an intensity that it just seemed natural to me to start trying to see you again. A few days later, when the tension built up in me again, I fashioned a periscope out of cardboard tubing and small mirrors."
Lillian couldn't help but grin, for the thought of such a handsome angel masturbating while watching her all these months was very flattering. It was also a turn-on. Annie then voiced the question that Lillian had been thinking all along; "Why didn't you try to meet her?" She placed her hand on his knee. Lillian saw a hopeful look flash across the young man's face.
The girls' understanding manner encouraged Zachary to continue speaking frankly. "I was going to. But there were many nights that I was stuck at the university doing research and talking with my professors. Then there were also many nights that Lillian wouldn't come home until it was very late. And our hours didn't seem to coincide so that I could run into her in the lobby of the building. Oh, and then there were also quite a few nights when you'd have those two older guys from upstairs in your apartment." He shrugged once more, "What can I say? Except that I was getting a big vicarious thrill from watching you fuck up there. It got so that I felt that I really had it made in that I had a beautiful woman to make love to-in a manner of speaking-but that I also didn't have to hassle with taking the time to go out with you so that I could get you to fuck me. It just seemed doubtful that you would go along with letting me sleep with you and not spend a lot of time doing other things with you."
The tips of Annie's pubic hair were now visible. She was stroking Zachary's thigh and the young man had an obvious bulge in his pants. It was really cathartic for him to finally be in the company of some women and to be totally honest with them about his needs.
"I have another question for you." This was the first time Lillian had spoken since Zachary entered her apartment. "Did you jerk-off on my stomach from the roof-top while I was sunbathing once?"
Annie gave a shriek of laughter at this. Zachary smiled and nodded sheepishly. "So," began Annie, nestling herself right up against the handsome young man, "Were you enjoying yourself while you watched Lillian and me looking at each other's pussy?"
Lillian winced at how brazen Annie was being. It was wonderful for her to be witnessing a true pro like Annie in action, but she also was a little hung-up on being shy. Apparently, so was Zachary as his face reddened and he had to swallow hard a couple of times before nodding.
"Lillian," continued Annie, "You're not being very friendly to your guest. Why don't you sit by his other side. Remember that the poor, hard-working student hasn't touched a woman in a long time." While Annie spoke, she took Zachary's hand and guided it to one of her small, champagne-glass-sized breasts. His hand gratefully began to knead the sweet mound of woman-flesh.
Lillian then timidly perched alongside the young man. He was so handsome that she just couldn't believe he could have gone so long without having lots of girls begging to fuck him. She watched while Annie pulled his face down so that she could kiss him. He slipped his hand inside of the French woman's blouse.
Boy, did Lillian ever feel like three's a crowd. She didn't know what to do. She even wondered if she should leave her own apartment and go take a walk. But Annie had taken on the role of the evening's activity director.
"Unbutton his shirt, Lillian," she said, coming up for air from her kiss with the happy fellow. The young girl automatically did as she was told. She felt so embarrassed over what was happening, especially since she was so intensely attracted to him, that she wouldn't let herself look him in the face.
Once his shirt was undone, revealing a strong, tan chest, Lillian then simply sat back, neatly folding her hands in her lap. Zachary also just sat still.
Annie gave a snort of frustration. "Listen, you two, this is my last night in the United States before I return to France. I decided that I wanted some action with one more American before my trip was over, and that's why I called you up, Lillian. Now that Zachary has joined the fun, it's even better. I adore threesomes! But-honestly-I have an early-morning plane to catch and I can't sit around all night and wait for you two to get inspired. I want sex. From the way Lillian was acting earlier with me, I know she wants sex. And Zachary has said that he's sex-starved! So! What do you two say that you give me one last night in America that I'll always remember with pleasure?"
Lillian and Zachary both nodded their heads vehemently.
Lillian told herself fiercely that she was going to treat herself to whatever she felt like with them. She took the plunge by leaning over across the young man, grabbing the delighted Annie, and pressing her lips and tongue firmly against hers. That felt good, but she was just warming up. She next turned to Zachary, catching his head between her hands and then proceeding to give him the best kiss that she knew how. She was rewarded by his eager response, and his nimble tongue sent strong thrills of lust through her.
As Lillian and Zachary continued to get to know one another's tongue, Annie stood up and completely stripped off her clothes. Then she quickly trotted over to the kitchen in order to see what time the wall-clock said it was. Lillian and Zachary had looked up just in time to see the French girl's well-padded ass bouncing up and down firmly as she disappeared out of the room. Then she immediately reappeared with a worried expression on her pretty face.
"It's eleven o'clock now, and I have to catch my plane at five in the morning! I can't stay much longer, that's for sure." As she spoke, she unashamedly crossed back over to the wide-eyed couple on the couch. Her skin was very smooth and unblemished and her flat little tummy looked like she never neglected doing her sit-ups. She had nice, full, well-rounded hips and a brown bush so hairy it traveled part-way up her belly and part-way down her thighs. Her waist was nice and petite. At each step she took, her small, perfectly-molded breasts bobbed up and down enticingly, much like her large, shapely ass had done during her egress. Her nipples were placed high up on their mounds, very small and very red.
Zachary stood up as the French girl approached, and caught each of her bouncing boobs in his cupped palms. As he fondled them, she undid his pants and pushed them down off his hips. His cock, which was on the large side, was practically purple with the blood of his desire coursing through it. It stood out stiff in front of him, guiding the way like a blind man's cane. Annie ran her hands along his chest and then parted her legs and took a step forward so that she trapped his erect member between her thighs. They kissed, his hands squeezing her generous ass while she gently moved her thighs back and forth against his cock, wetting it with her pussy-juices and tickling it with her pubic hair.
Lillian now unbuttoned her dress. She slipped her hand down between her legs and touched her cunt. It felt hot and wet, and her probing finger made her tingle so much that she stopped, for fear that she would make herself come too soon. She wanted her imminent orgasm to be either the result of Zachary's cock or Annie's tongue. And from her extreme state of horniness, she didn't much care which one of her visitors sent her over the edge, just as long as it happened soon.
Lillian went over and wrapped her tan body around the young man's muscular back. She pressed her full, plush breasts against his back while her pussy rubbed back and forth along his cute little butt. She teasingly held her finger under his nose and the aroma of her pussy's state of arousal caused him to break off his kiss with Annie and turn around. He placed an arm around each sexy girl so that he held a breast in each hand. He liked the feel of simultaneously holding a small tit and a full, medium-sized one. Lillian blushed prettily as she saw his eyes rapidly exploring her body. Not that this was the first time he had seen it, of course, but all the same, some of her maidenly shyness made her become even more turned-on at how naughty she was being.
Zachary said huskily, "Let's adjourn to the floor."
Annie stopped suckling on Lillian's one free breast and said, "I thought you'd never ask."
Lillian tossed a couple of cushions down on the floor and then they all lay down-Zachary flanked by two soft, beautiful, naked women. Needless to say, he felt as though he was in paradise. Lillian just wanted to pull the handsome man over on top of her, but her sense of being a hostess to a foreign visitor made her restrain her impulse.
"Come on, I want to see you two fuck! " Lillian's eyes were glowing feverishly. "Please, I want to see you put your cock into her pussy! " Talking so dirty was novel to Lillian, but she liked it. She liked the way it made her feel so bold and lusty, and she also liked the electric effect her words were having on the young man and woman.
Zachary stopped touching Lillian's breasts and turned all of his attention to Annie. He began to mount the spread-eagled, eager French woman when Lillian cried out, "No, no, no, no! No, let Annie be on top."
Zachary smiled his sweet, white-toothed smile at Lillian's enthusiastic command, and obligingly stretched out on his back. All thoughts of his Master's thesis were now blissfully a million miles away.
Annie's face was flushed with excitement as she straddled Zachary. Lillian scrambled around so that she could see the French girl's plump ass cheeks spread out. She bent way down, exposing her own exquisite pussy, so that she could watch as Annie's pussy welcomed the large, throbbing cock. They had to really work at getting his big prick into her tight cunt. Wonderment filled Lillian at the erotic sight of seeing his cock shafted up to the hilt in such a furry pussy. She leaned forward and nibbled on Annie's plump buttocks, and then licked each of Zachary's balls, causing him to moan with pleasure.
As the man and woman began to move their hips, Lillian moved to the other viewpoint. Annie's upward-tilted eyes were closed as she pumped her ass up and down on his stiff pole. Both Zachary and the dark-haired girl watched her little champagne-glass titties bobbing. He reached his hands up in order to hold her little orbs, but Lillian beat him to it. She placed her hands lightly on the French girl's boobs so that she could feel the ebb and flow of their sensuous motion. The tiny, red and stiffly erect nipples brushed back and forth along her palms.
She felt her own breasts firmly grasped by Zachary's strong, long-fingered hands. As he touched her nipples, waves of pre-orgasmic ecstasy washed over her. She liked watching the way he moved his narrow hips in unison with Annie's grinding pelvis.
"Lillian," grunted the young man, "If you sit on my face, I'll lick your pussy."
He let go of her breasts so that she could balance herself on her knees with her cunt a mere inch from his mouth. The feel of his wet, hot tongue on her very ripe pussy almost made her lose her balance, so she grabbed onto Annie to steady herself.
Annie immediately latched onto her mouth with her own. The two girls kissed feverishly, sucking on each other's lips and tongue while their breasts pressed together. Lillian couldn't hold back any longer as Zachary's oral digit released her orgasm. She clutched Annie even tighter as she arched her back during her climax.
"Oh, God, I just came," she announced breathlessly, climbing off the young man.
"I've come three times already," said Annie proudly, still pumping up and down.
"Really?" Lillian and Zachary exclaimed in unison.
"Yeah-I'm-what you call it?-Multiply-orgasmic." She closed her eyes again.
Lillian didn't say it, but she felt somewhat jealous. Women everywhere were supposed to have orgasm after orgasm, but she always only had one. However, she reflected further, it was always such a dynamite orgasm that she never felt unfulfilled. Sour grape-like thoughts then flooded her mind about how multiple orgasms probably weren't as deeply felt as one solid come. Why, then, was she still pretty turned-on?
Annie apparently liked to kiss while she enjoyed her hair-trigger pussy, as she lounged forward and latched onto Zachary's mouth. He put his arms around her back while their hips continued their rotary motion.
Lillian once more moved behind the sexy scene so that she could watch the piston-like action of Zachary's cock. "Jesus, Annie, I really like your hairy cunt." Since Annie was now bending way over the young man, Lillian had a spicy view of her sex-muffin. Lillian could see cunt-juices oozing out of the French girl's twat. The bushy pubic hair was now matted down and Annie's once-pink pussy was now as red as her nipples.
Lillian decided to do something she had never thought she would ever do-she positioned herself closer to the couple, grabbed onto Annie's hips, and began to dart her tongue along the French girl's cunt. She also ran it along the disappearing and reappearing shaft of the young man's long cock. Whenever she could, she'd manage to get her tongue behind his thick prick and directly tickle Annie's stiff little nubbin of pleasure.
Annie began to whimper and Lillian felt her face grow wet with the fast-flowing juices of the girl's cunt. The dark-haired female found that her own cunt was growing wet again. Could it be that she'd be able to experience two orgasms that night? She experimentally put one hand behind her and down into her pussy. Just one tentative touch of her index finger on her clitoris sent her soaring rapidly towards that blissful, high plateau of pre-orgasm.
At that moment, Annie gasped, "Stop! Stop! I can't take anymore. I've had more than ten comes-oh-but it's been wonderful!" The French girl got off Zachary and crawled back onto the couch. "Now it's my turn to ask to see Zachary fuck you, Lillian!" Zachary's still-stiff cock was glistening with Annie's love-juices. He flashed his pearly teeth at Lillian and crooked his finger to beckon her. "I must warn you, though," he said to the dark-haired beauty, "I don't think that I'm going to be able to keep myself from coming much longer."
"Neither do I," murmured Lillian, gratefully spreading her thighs apart to be able to welcome in his cock. He got on top of her, and soon his hard dick was deep inside of her. She closed her eyes and lost herself to the rhythm of his strokes. She liked the feel of his broad, muscular shoulders, and his strong arms bracing themselves alongside her. She ran her hands down his back and held onto his firm ass cheeks.
Each thrust of his prick sent her closer and closer to climaxing. She drew her legs up and back as far as she could in order to maximize the contact with him. This caused her pussy to tighten even more than it already was, and Zachary felt his cock getting ready to explode. But Lillian beat him to it. Her intense orgasm caught her up and whirled her around and around. As she came, she was dimly aware of feeling Zachary's hot sperm bubbling out into her cunt.
As the two of them finally lay still, with him still on top of her, he said, "Man, I really needed that! I had forgotten how good a pussy feels."
"Well, anytime you need a quickie break from your studying, come on upstairs and take a load off your cock," Lillian said drowsily.
Just the words I wanted to hear! he told himself.
The three of them spent the night together in Lillian's double bed. When the alarm went off, Lillian got up and made a quick cup of coffee for everyone and then drove Annie to the airport (after first stopping off to get the girl's luggage from where she was staying), while Zachary went back to his apartment to work.
"So," said Lillian, hugging Annie goodbye, "Was last night a night that you'll always remember with pleasure?"
"That is-how do you Americans say it?-putting it mildly!"
After exchanging promises to write, the French girl boarded her plane. Lillian felt sad to see her new friend take off. But then again, she had a pretty good idea of whom she could go to for a little consolation!
CHAPTER SIX
Work wise, Lillian was doing very well at her job at Coastal Records. Her graphic designs and advertising ideas had won her several generous raises. Additionally, the company's executives had decided that she needed an assistant to type, file, answer correspondence, and do other mindless tasks for her. Pretty good for a twenty-four-year-old mere slip of a gal, huh? she asked herself.
Nevertheless, Lillian had begun to think about quitting. It was now close to a year since she had first met her office darling, Richard, and her lust for him had been steadily growing all the while. Now she felt almost sick with love's sweet fever whenever he was around.
And that was the problem; he was always around now because his little, precious, brainless Mary Lou had been appointed as Lillian's assistant.
At least five times a day, through her peripheral vision, Lillian would catch Richard watching as she would explain a task to her dumb-blonde assistant. Unfortunately, his eyes would always be riveted on Mary Lou, not Lillian. Or, another common occurrence would be that Lillian would go into the layout room and find Richard and Mary Lou embracing. Once she had even caught Richard fondling the blonde's pointy tits. She had merely smiled sweetly at this, though her blood had boiled with rage and frustration.
But she kept staying with the job because the pay was good, she liked most of her fellow workers and she also would occasionally get to meet one of the recording artists signed to the Coastal label. One thing that helped her through her most jealous days would be to sneak up onto the roof and watch good ol' James go at his wang through the skylight.
It had been months since he had fucked Mrs. Mason. The art director had gotten heavily involved in her affair with the fat Mr. Cain, V.P. (He probably gave her more expensive presents.)
One day Lillian dragged herself up to the roof dejectedly. It had been announced that Richard and Mary Lou were going to be married. The way poor Lillian felt, she wasn't sure if she was going up to the roof to watch James or to jump off.
She settled herself down quietly by the skylight and unwrapped her sandwich. She took a big bite out of it and peered down at James's antics. He was sitting at his desk, which was directly below her. This was a marvelous vantage point for her as she was able to see the pictures of the women he was jerking-off over.
He pulled a paper bag out of his briefcase. "Great!" thought Lillian as she chewed, "He's bought some new magazines!" New magazines were always a gala occasion, for James was usually able to get it up and out two times during the hour because of the fresh faces.
James started to flip through one issue entitled, Best Breasts. He freed his cock from his trousers and began to beat-off. Almost as a reflex action, Lillian began to wiggle her finger around inside her panties. Despite her distraction due to the sad news of Richard's imminent wedding, she felt aroused, as usual, by seeing the executive masturbate.
Pow! James's sperm squirted out into the tissue he had ready. Very good, big boy, thought Lillian. She took another bite out of her sandwich while her other hand continued to diddle in her twat.
Next James greedily snatched up the new issue of Lewd Nude. It was one of his favorite monthly stroke-books because the women in the photos were of a higher caliber. Also, all of the pictures were in color. With his recently-spent dick hanging limply out of his pants, James slowly turned the pages as he searched out a picture that would turn him on.
When he got to the centerfold spread, Lillian craned her neck to see what the woman of the month looked like. James pulled out the folded-up page, looked at it, and then snatched the magazine up and studied it with an amazed expression on his face. He had grabbed up the magazine so quickly that Lillian hadn't had a chance to see what the centerfold looked like.
Her curiosity was further piqued when she saw James carefully look through the next few pages at the other photos featuring the woman of the month. His face took on a look of exhilarated joy and lust. His cock had sprung back to life so fast that Lillian hadn't even noticed its growth.
I wish I could see who it is that has him so excited, she thought.
James then apparently decided to get down to the business at hand, for he placed the magazine back down on his desk and proceeded to grasp his now-solid cock.
Lillian blinked her rather near-sighted eyes as she tried to focus on the centerfold. At first, all she could make out was a nice pair of full, round breasts with pink nipples, and also that the model was wearing a pair of pink panties which were pulled down to her knees, revealing her pussy. All very nice, but it didn't explain why James looked like a starving baboon who'd just been given a banana.
Right as Lillian was leaning over the skylight and preparing to take a bite out of an apple, the face of the centerfold finally came into focus. She gave a little shriek and dropped the apple, which thudded loudly.
She stared down into the executive's office while her cunt and James's startled eyes stared back up at her. In a split-second she realized that her "kindly" upstairs neighbor must have sold the pictures taken of her while she was naked and drugged on a Quaalude, to a goddamn nudie magazine!
"Harry-you is dead!" she muttered fiercely as she frantically charged down the building's steps to the ground. She walked around for the rest of her lunch hour trying to figure out what she was going to do. She doubted that James would run around the office showing her pictures to everyone because then he would expose himself as reading such pornographic materials. But oh, was she ever mortified! She had a pretty good idea of the kind of woman that James must now think she is. And she also felt embarrassed about being caught spying on him. This whole situation made her think about the night she had finally discovered how Zachary had been watching her. She remembered how honest Zachary had been after he was detected. "And look at what his honesty got him," mused Lillian, coming to a halt in mid-stride.
She turned around and headed resolutely back to the office. Her pussy felt a revival of horniness, since she had been discovered on the roof (and had made her discovery). "I'm going to fuck James!" she whispered to herself eagerly.
She marched into the office and wandered around until she found Mary Lou. After extricating the blonde from Richard, she gave the poor woman a bunch of boring and time-consuming tasks to keep her busy. Then she wound up her explanations to her assistant by saying, "I'm going into conference with James over a new idea I have for an album cover.
Under no circumstances are we to be disturbed." She could tell that the ever-watching Richard was bridling at seeing his fiancee ordered about as if she were only a mere assistant (which she was). So, for good measure, she remarked to him as she set off for James's office, "Please don't talk to Mary Lou about personal matters during business hours. She's not getting her work done."
For some reason, the combination of acting abrupt with her secret heartthrob coupled with her decision to fuck the executive to heaven and back again, was really putting her in a good mood. At the moment, life was A-okay with Lillian.
As she approached James's office, she saw that the door was open. She went right up and tapped on the door boldly. James was standing with his back to the door while he was looking at a folder over by his filing cabinet. Lillian saw that the bottom drawer, where his pornography was stashed, was now innocently closed. "Yes?" he mumbled without turning around.
Suddenly, Lillian was at a loss for words. The impulse came over her to just turn and run, but then James glanced at her and their eyes met. She felt hypnotized by his light-blue stare. His boyishly-handsome face had a wondering look on it. It was obvious to the young woman that he had no idea either as to what to say. Faced by James, Lillian began to feel a trifle overwhelmed. He was in his early thirties, but his face still belied the fact that he was just a country boy raised on a farm. He was a very successful and well-respected businessman, but it wasn't these qualities that Lillian felt attracted to. Instead, she could practically feel the fur rising up off her cunt with desire. Her fine tuning sensed that he was a man whose primitive and animalistic lustfulness hadn't been bred out of him. Behind his pretty blue eyes, she knew that the man was busily trying to figure out how to seduce her. And it was this, knowing that all of his instincts were urging him towards her pussy, that made him even more desirable to the dark-haired girl. Lillian went over a quick inventory in her mind and she dredged up numerous memories of looks, smiles and body language which James had been giving her all along. So, it wasn't just those naked pictures which were giving him that gleam in his eye....
"Hello, James. May I talk to you for a while?" Her heart was now beating steadily, almost calmly. He was a sure-fire fuck.
He glanced at his watch. Businessman's reflex and all. He had an appointment in a few hours that he'd been planning to do some research of facts for, but his farm-boy cock twitched, causing him to hear himself say, "Why, yes, Lillian. I guess that we do have something to talk about." She was looking extra good to him that day. Her soft, dark hair was done up on top of her head, revealing her delicate, aristocratic neck. She was wearing a yellow, lightweight, summer frock which buttoned tightly over her delicious breasts. There was even a bit of cleavage visible above the modest neckline. Her long, shapely legs were bare and her slender ankles were shown off to their best advantage in a pair of low-heeled shoes with a strap across them.
With a sweet smile, Lillian came into his office and settled her pretty, feminine bod down on the very same couch she had often had the pleasure of watching James bang Mrs. Mason on. Even though she still wasn't sure how she was going to go about approaching him, she started to feel more confident as soon as she made contact with the soft, velvety material of his couch. It was her bare cunt which was actually touching the couch. Ever since the French girl, Annie, had told her of the power of exposing one's cunt, Lillian had taken her advice and had stopped wearing panties altogether. Well, I guess that if I can't think of any other way to get into his pants, lean always just pull up my dress and show him my pussy, she thought to herself as she watched him somewhat nervously shuffling some papers about.
She also hadn't forgotten the absolutely enormous and split-second erection he had gotten when she had seen him looking at the nude pictures of her in the pornographic magazine. So why am I still slightly scared that he'll reject me? she asked inwardly.
As for James, he was doing some quick thinking. He had been utterly devastated when he had caught Lillian spying on his masturbatory antics. He initially had frozen-his rapidly deflating dick in hand-when he saw the young woman's face through the skylight. He had then quickly gathered all of his nudie magazines up and locked them away in his file drawer. He had felt like he was guilty of some heinous crime and that Lillian was going to tell everyone about his little hobby. But when he had had time to reflect upon the matter to a fuller extent, he had realized that his retaliatory ace-in-the-hole was his new issue of Lewd Nude. Lillian could hardly point her finger at him in accusation when there was a full-color spread of her spread legs, now could she? So why was she here in his office? Did she want to strike some sort of silence bargain with him?
James seated himself at his desk before allowing himself to look over at Lillian. He had always found her to be a nice piece of tail, but now that he knew what her cunt, ass and tits looked like, he found that his legs were shaking because she was in the same room with him. He was scared that he'd pull a boner in front of her, and so he only felt safe with his large desk between the two of them.
"First of all," said Lillian, breaking the strained silence, "is it okay if I close the door?" When James nodded, she leaned over and pushed his office door shut. When she looked back over at the executive, he had a worried expression on his face. Lillian started to enjoy herself as she was feeling deliciously naughty.
As for James, he was having a difficult time keeping himself from staring at her tits. He could see the points of her nipples vaguely through the cotton material of her frock. Just as he had predicted, his cock began to grow hard. His penis was such an insatiably greedy little beggar!
Lillian knew that she couldn't stay in his office for too long before arousing suspicion from the other people in the company. Also, she had some advertising layouts to do before quitting time and she was damned if she was going to work late. So she decided to shuck all cat-and-mouse-type pretense and just dive down into the heart of the matter.
"Did you like those pictures of me?"
He blinked his eyes. He was shocked as he thought that she'd be embarrassed to death that he'd seen her posing like that.
Lillian took a breath and continued, "I saw how rock-hard your cock got while you were looking at my cunt." She tried really hard not to blush at her own words, but she found that talking dirty was turning her on, just like it had during her threesome with Annie and Zachary.
James blushed. "What were you doing up there watching me?"
Honesty is the best policy, so Lillian coolly said, "I like masturbating while I watch you jerk-off. I also used to enjoy seeing the good fucks you would give to Mrs. Mason."
James had to grin. "Oh, is that so? I guess that I'm going to have to have that skylight painted." His heart was pounding in his chest. He had never heard a woman-at least such an attractive woman-talk with such a filthy mouth. His cock was bulging in his pants.
"Um, Lillian," he began hesitantly, searching for a delicate way of putting it, "I always thought you were a ... nice girl. I mean, I didn't know that you ... did any modeling." Again, Lillian was straightforward with the executive, so she explained the reason why she had posed for the nude pictures. She wound up the scenario of Harry and Jack and the Quaalude by saying, "At first I felt humiliated that you had seen those photos, but then I got to thinking about how nice your cock is. It excites me when I think about how hard your dick got when you were looking at me in the nude. But don't get me wrong. I'm furious with Harry and he's not going to get away with exploiting me, but I just can't tell you enough about how I liked seeing your big cock react to the pictures of my cunt."
James felt almost dizzy. Was she propositioning him?
"Would you like to see the real McCoy?" Lillian asked as she ran her tongue along her lips flirtatiously. Without waiting for a response, she raised her dress up and spread her tan thighs apart. James could see her baby haired, tender little box. Even from across the room, he could see her glistening pussy-juices. She was obviously aroused!
"Do you like it?" she said throatily.
He nodded his head slowly, his eyes riveted on her vagina. She playfully started to stroke her pussy and to spread it apart even more. He watched, hypnotized, while one of her fingers darted up into her sex canal.
"If you don't hurry up," she purred, "I'm going to come without your help."
James jumped up from his chair, almost knocking it over, and rushed to the couch. He sat down next to the half-naked girl. Her perfume was intoxicating him. She unzipped his pants and ran her wet fingers up and down the granite-hard shaft of his cock. Her sensuous touch sent shivers of delight through him, and she really seemed to know what she was doing. In his realm of experience, he had sadly found that most women's ideas of how to treat a cock were very minimal. Here Lillian was, carefully exploring every inch of his proud male member as if she truly appreciated it!
He wanted to tell her that her touch was really sending him, but all that he was capable of gasping out was, "Let me see your breasts." Lillian stood up and quickly undid the buttons of her dress and then stepped out of it. Now she was totally naked except for her shoes. She sat back down on the couch with a firm bounce of her full breasts. James instantly burrowed his face between her boobs, luxuriating in the decadent feel of her round orbs. He felt her hand back on his cock and her expert touch was bringing him to the dangerous point of no return. His hand lightly flicked at each of her erect nipples and then dove down to the wonderland of her pussy. He felt her body jolt as he massaged her stiff clitoris. She managed to extricate his face from her breasts so that she could plunge her hot tongue deep into his mouth. Then he ran his own tongue around her earlobe, which made her arch her back like a cat and moan.
"Oh, James! Why did I ever wait so long?" she whispered.
He pulled her legs up onto the couch and made her lie down. Her tits slowly oozed into a rounder, slightly-flattened-out shape as they adapted themselves to her reclining position. Her rosy-pink nipples beckoned to him like neon lights.
"Please take your clothes off," Lillian said, "I want to feel your skin against mine."
Within seconds, James's naked body was on top of Lillian's. Her breasts were like soft cushions against his chest. As they kissed again, he ran his hand down along the round curve of her hip and over her smooth thigh. She stroked his ass and dipped her hand down between his legs to touch the wrinkled skin of his balls.
"Are you ready?" James asked.
As an answer, she spread her legs wide apart and reached down to place his cock next to the opening of her tight little pussy. "All systems go"
He pushed his shaft into the smooth, pulsing cunt and began to slowly pump. He saw her breasts move up and down on each of his strokes. She closed her eyes and grasped his arms tightly. Her hips began to grind faster and faster as she pushed her cunt up hard against him. Then she felt her gathered-up pleasure explode out of her like steam from a kettle. She threw her arms around his waist and held on while her orgasm coursed through her.
James's cock sent tingles of ecstasy through his stomach right before the floodgate opened up and he mercifully was able to shoot his wad into her sweet pussy.
After it was all over, they both agreed on two things: 1. that it had been a very pleasant sojourn and 2. that they'd have to do it again soon! Like tomorrow.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Every woman who worked at Coastal Records was all atwitter because Dennis Woods was due to show up for a two-o'clock appointment to take care of some legal business regarding his latest solo album. He had been a member of a long-defunct surf-rock band ever sine he was eighteen. Now he was close to forty years old but, so office rumor had it, he still was sexy and charismatic. Lillian could hardly contain her excitement. She had long been a fan of his surfing band and so she had brought in all of her copies of his albums for him to autograph. She had also been a fan of his body and had often used him as fantasy fodder while masturbating. It was with great erotic nostalgia that she awaited seeing him first walk through the doors of Coastal Records.
When he finally did, none of the office women were disappointed. He casually sauntered in by himself, his hands in his pockets, and needlessly gave his name to the nearly-fainting receptionist. He was then quickly ushered into the president's office and the door was shut. Once the lock clicked, a collective sigh escaped from all the office women who had been lucky enough to have witnessed the star's entrance.
Lillian was so overcome by the proximity of her practically lifelong hero, that she went into her new office and shut the door for privacy. Slowly she sank down into the chair before her drafting table and mulled over the phenomenon of Dennis Woods. Of course, true to his surfing roots, the man sported a deep tan. His strong-jawed face still had that half-teenager, half-man look about it that had always driven Lillian's cunt into a froth of lust. His dark-blond hair was cropped short and Lillian was delighted to have seen that he had finally shaven off the furry beard which had hidden his fine mouth from her hungry view for years in the photos she had seen of him. And oh-even though he'd been wearing a jacket-she had seen that his shoulders were still broad and muscular and that he could also still boast of having a slim, tapered waist and hips. And those long, long legs! Lillian shivered at the thought that she was going to get to talk to him. For, at some point during the afternoon, she had to show him the various concepts she had sketched for the cover of his upcoming album.
Lillian stretched and looked down at herself. She was wearing a rather daring red dress which was held up by thin straps over her brown shoulders. Her round, plump breasts swelled out over the top of the bodice slightly, but just enough to guarantee to the viewer that they were the real McCoy. And there was just enough bounce to her boobs when she walked that also guaranteed to the viewer that the pretty young woman wasn't bothering to harness herself in a bra that day.
She pulled her red dress up over her firm, tan thighs and critically surveyed her downy-haired, naked cunt. She knew that Annie, the French girl, would have been deeply disappointed in her if she did not at least try to seduce the famous Dennis Woods via the bare-pussy technique. But Lillian felt a little sad at this point as she doubted very much if the musician would become turned on at yet another star-struck female fan trying to fuck him. After all, he'd had more than a lifetime of easy fucks. She forlornly stroked her succulent pink pussy.
She also was wearing silk stockings and sexy high-heels which showed off her shapely legs exceptionally well. She was really a tasty tidbit that day as she also had on a lovely white, lacy garterbelt, a perfect frame for the heaven-sent picture of her twat. It definitely would have sorely tempted even the most ardently faithful, monogamous, married man if he were shown the wonders beneath Lillian's dress that day.
A knock sounded at the door and Lillian quickly took her hand away from her cunt and pulled her dress down over her knees. Was this the great moment she'd been gearing herself up for? But then her bubble-headed assistant, Mary Lou, walked in with her large, pointed tits bobbing up and down and every which way.
Lillian struggled to hide her irritation, "Yes, what is it?"
Without asking, Mary Lou seated herself down cozily next to Lillian and then nudged her with her elbow in a conspiratorial manner which Lillian found to be highly repugnant.
"Oooooh! Did you see him?" gasped Mary.
The blonde then giggled and nudged the silent, disapproving Lillian again. "I know that you have the hots for him. That's why you wore that low-cut dress today."
Lillian tried to mask her growing anger under a business-like manner. "Mary Lou, this dress is not low-cut. Also, I am expecting Mr. Woods in a few moments, so I must ask you to leave."
Mary Lou batted her large, blue eyes innocently. "But I was told by Mr. Cain to come and get you to bring the drawings into the conference room. After Dennis Woods gets done with talking to the president, him and all of the executives are going to go in there. I've gotta be there, too, in order to serve the coffee." And then the blonde had the audacity to smile knowingly at Lillian's open disappointment and then undo one more button on the bodice of her already very revealing dress.
Lillian sighed inwardly. Well, she thought dejectedly as she gathered up her proposed drawings for Dennis's album cover, I might as well have worn a chastity belt today. She even detected a slight drying up of her cuntal juices. What the hell, you win some, you lose some.
All the same, her stomach fluttered as she and Mary Lou approached the conference room. She could hear laughter coming from within. That meant that everyone-including the great Dennis Woods-was in there already.
"Ooooh, I could just die with excitement!" whispered Mary Lou. Even with her nervousness, Lillian just had to smile at that notion.
When she got to the door, she paused to check out who was seated at the long conference table. Every chair but one was taken. Lillian took a deep breath. The empty chair was right next to Dennis Woods. His back was to her and she tried to quell her rising panic as she quietly and unassumingly slipped into the chair next to the rock star. But Mr. Cain's voice boomed out over the general conversational murmuring in the room, "Ah, Lillian. How kind of you to show up. Let the meeting now begin."
Dennis Woods turned and looked at Lillian. His steely, blue-green eyes locked on her large brown ones for a split-second before she had to look away. The overwhelming sensation of his stare might cause her to either faint or cream her jeans, so to speak. Or maybe both.
As Mr. Cain started to talk money and budgets as a preparation for discussing the advertisement of Dennis's latest album, poor Lillian felt her face positively growing red-hot with shame and embarrassment. Jesus Christ! Here's my one and only chance to get into Dennis Woods' pants and I've ruined it by acting all shy and scared. What a drag. As she half-way listened to the sonic boom of Mr. Cain's voice, she realized that her turn to show her drawings was rapidly approaching. She sneaked a sideways glance at the broad-shouldered man sitting next to her. Oh, lordy! Just seeing a slight beard stubble along his square jawline sent ripples of lust through the dark-haired girl's body. Once more the memory of the French girl flashed into her consciousness. Lillian took a deep breath, silently and solemnly vowing to herself that, by God, she was going to try, somehow, someway, to get to know her idol in the Biblical sense.
Every cell in her body was tingling with excitement as her glands churned out extra female hormones for the gala occasion. All of her instincts told her that the muscular man beside her was a dynamite fuck. She felt her nipples stiffen and felt proud of their attentiveness to her current mental state of sexual intoxication. All those years of accumulated desire for Dennis Woods, all those seamy teenage years of sighing and masturbating late at night when she was supposed to be asleep, had earned her, she felt, the right for the payoff of his cock.
Thus and so on did her thoughts ramble until the proverbial fly in the ointment made her pointy-titted appearance. Mary Lou had disappeared somewhere and the hapless Lillian had forgotten all about the beautiful blonde. But now Mary Lou suddenly appeared bearing a tray of refreshments plus a pot of steaming coffee. Of course, the blonde's shapely arrival disrupted the entire meeting as several men leaped to their feet to aid the poor overburdened damsel, and to, hopefully, in the process of taking the tray for her, brush their hands against her luscious breasts. Lillian smirked as she watched Mary Lou's feminine flutter of mock-distress coupled with mock-gratitude. Boy, thought Lillian, All it takes to get by in this world is a terrific pair of knockers. Men are such saps! She noticed Mary Lou's fiance, Richard, glaring jealously from across the room at all of the men hovering around his precious honey-bunch. She squinted her eyes at him. Is it true that his jowls look very saggy? Boy, my office Adonis isn't looking so good to me now.
Finally, the refreshment tray was rescued from Mary Lou so that she could now commence with prancing around the room to serve coffee. A pathetic attempt to resume the meeting failed and, for the meantime, the attention was mainly focused on Mary Lou's cleavage whenever she bent over to pour coffee. People made small chitchat with each other during the serving of the refreshments. Lillian simply sat quietly. She had noticed that Dennis Woods had turned to look at Mary Lou's large, curvaceous ass as she had passed him. This made Lillian feel a trifle dowdy and sulky. Fine and dandy, she thought to herself. All the handsome, interesting men want is a big-breasted, sexy-assed blonde. Well, that's their loss. She probably has a cunt large enough to drive a Mack truck into.
But then her thoughts were interrupted by a soft, low voice saying, "You're the person in charge of the cover of my album, right?" Startled, Lillian turned to see the gorgeous face of Dennis Woods smiling his friendly, cunt-melting grin at her. She managed to nod her head and smile back at him. "It's a real honor for me. I ... I've been a big fan of yours ever since I was...." And then she felt herself growing warm with confusion and embarrassment. Shit, she mentally chided herself. Here I am practically calling him an ancient relic.
However, the star merely smiled indulgently. "Don't worry about it. I've been around for a long time. Thanks for the compliment."
Thus encouraged and reassured that the great Dennis Woods was indeed a regular human being and also nice, to boot, the dark-haired young woman asked him if he would sign the old albums she had brought to work with her. He readily agreed. All throughout this short-lived conversation, Dennis Woods' eyes rapidly, and expertly, took in the fact that Lillian also had fascinating breasts, as well as a delightfully pretty and intelligent face.
When Mary Lou finished serving the refreshments and the tit-and-ass brigade disappeared back out of the conference room, the business meeting went back into full swing. Everyone liked Lillian's album-design concepts and so on and so forth, and then the meeting disbanded and the handsome star made an unobtrusive getaway.
Lillian was heartbroken. He hadn't even taken the time to autograph her albums, let alone give her a good screw. What a burn! For the rest of the work day, Lillian silently suffered. Just that brief encounter with Dennis Woods had fanned her pilot-light of desire for the man into a full-fledged flame of passion. And then he had to go and leave without so much as a "So long, it's been good to know ya."
Right before five, quitting time, Lillian received a phone call. As she listened, her eyes lit up and her cheeks grew unnaturally, though very becomingly, pink. She ended the phone call by saying in a near-whisper, "Thank you, Mr. Woods. I knew that your promise to sign my albums must have momentarily slipped out of your thoughts. Yes, of course I wouldn't mind going to your hotel after work with my records. I look forward to seeing you again!" When she hung up the phone, she wondered if there was any truth to the saying that stars are larger than life.
With her albums under her arm, Lillian took a deep breath and then knocked on Dennis Woods' hotel-room door. She opened it in response to the cheery voice which called out, "Come on in."
There, right in the middle of an absolutely huge bed, sat the tan star of surf-rock. He put down the magazine he was reading and tossed her another sexy smile. Lillian smiled back bravely, closed the door behind her and then perched gingerly on a nearby chair. She'd never been in such a ritzy hotel before, and she was finding the combination of opulent surroundings and Dennis Woods on the bed with his shirt casually unbuttoned, to be devastating. She tried not to stare at the man in a trance of greed. Without consciously thinking about it, she crossed her legs, giving the handsome star a brief preview of the coming attractions.
After a friendly conversation, Dennis remarked, "So, how's a guy supposed to autograph those records when they're on the other side of the room?" And then he patted the bed beside him while looking at her innocently.
Lillian's insides did a hootchy-coo as she approached the mammoth bed. God, does he ever look good! His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his tan forearms and, with his shirt open, the hairs on his chest caught her eye and made her have to force herself not to pounce on him and nuzzle her face in his manly fur. All in good time, she told herself strictly.
She sat down on the bed, keeping a distance between her and Dennis. "Here you go," she said, handing over the albums.
He marveled at all of her records. "I see that you were telling me the truth when you said that you're a long-time fan," he said, looking at her impressive collection. To himself he thought that this was probably all the more likely that she was hot-to-trot, since she remembered him from his younger days. For the last few years or so, it hadn't been as easy for him to get some ready, trashy sex from any young nymphet who happened to catch his forever roving eye. And then, he'd already gotten a little peek at her pussy when she had crossed her legs. He knew that she thought of him as a star, so he acted accordingly.
"Would you like to snort some cocaine?" he asked, scribbling his nearly unintelligible scrawl expertly across album after album.
Lillian had already noticed the mirror and razor blade beside his bedside table, so the invitation hardly came as a surprise. "Why, yes, thank you." So, they both snorted a couple of lines. Within a few minutes, Lillian was in the la-la land of euphoria.
"You know," she began cozily, leaning towards Dennis, "I've had a crush on you for years, and it's really neat finally meeting up with you. You probably have heard that a million times from a million different girls, but I just had to say it anyway."
Dennis was already starting to get a hard-on since he could see part-way down into the round plushiness of her breasts. "What was that?" he said, cupping one hand to his ear while the other hand pushed her autographed records to one side, "I can't hear you too well with you sitting so far away."
Lillian was quick to take the hint. She moved her fine, firm body over until she was a teasing twelve inches or so away from her idol. She was starting to feel another surge of awe at finding herself actually acting out a fantasy scenario. Then they snorted some more cocaine, which helped to ease Lillian's sense of stage fright.
"So, you've had a crush on me for sometime now, huh?" he asked playfully. He leaned over on one elbow towards her and began to play with a tendril of her dark brown hair.
A little rush of adrenaline swept through the young woman. Dennis Woods was such a hunk of a man! She couldn't believe her good fortune. But she also was so nervous that she found herself shaking. Shyly, she responded in a voice that cracked, "Y-yes."
He smiled. Back on familiar ground for him. He edged over a bit and Lillian felt a strong arm ease itself around her slender waist. And despite everything Dennis Woods had ever represented to her-distant stardom, unfathomable glamour, glittering immortality, gut-wrenchingly beautiful music, unbelievable sex appeal-she felt her cunt finally begin to respond to him as to a mortal man, not an image.
And, oh, what a response! She slid down a bit so that she could commence to kiss and suck on his sensuous lips. As she lowered herself into the cradle of his arm, her red dress moved slyly up her thighs, showing more of her pussy than her mother would have thought proper. As they kissed, their tongues sending waves of lust through each other, Dennis happened to open his eyes for a moment. Across the room from the bed, he could see their reflection in a large, gilt-edged mirror. It did absolute wonders for his libido-which was already so fine-tuned that he was in no need of any more revving up-to see himself holding such a shapely woman with her naked cunt clearly on display in the reflection.
He pulled his tongue abruptly out of her mouth. "Oh, boy!" he exclaimed, "I love pussies with only a little bit of hair on them! " And then he jumped off the bed and threw himself in a nearby chair.
Lillian felt perplexed. If he likes my cunt, why isn't he touching it? Instead, he was leaning forward on his chair, staring at her avidly with a wild gleam in his blue-green eyes. She began to feel so very naked under such an intense gaze, so she quickly pulled her flimsy red dress back down.
"No! No! No! No!" Dennis shrilly shrieked. Then, in a voice which he was obviously straining to make himself sound calm, he asked, "Please, would you pull your dress up and let me see your pussy again?"
Lillian hesitated. The way he was looking at her and talking to her made her think that she was a little girl again, playing 'doctor' with the older boy down the block. At the time, she knew that the older boy-a ruffian around her age of twelve-had been taking advantage of her supposed innocence. She had felt rather repulsed because she was made to feel by his attitude of exploitation that her body was a forbidden object. But, at the same time, a special warm, tingly, deliciously-naughty feeling had snuggled up between her legs, making her not only want the older boy to see her little pee-pee, but also to touch it.
Well, with Dennis's watchful, hopeful eyes, she once again experienced the combined feeling of repulsion and strong arousal. Playing 'doctor' with Dennis Woods! She looked at his handsome face, aware that he viewed her as just one more trained monkey who would be more than happy to perform just for one smile from him. She took a deep breath-he was all so right. She was damned if she was going to pass up the chance of fucking Dennis just because she was getting weird vibrations from him.
Besides which, her arousal at being naughty like a little girl was now in full bloom. She decided to really get into the game. She slid her dress back up over her comely thighs, all the while watching him watch her. His eyes immediately riveted on her cunt.
"Turn so that your pussy is facing me directly and then spread 'em, would you do that for me, honey?"
A needless question, for Lillian immediately proceeded to do just that. A long silence ensued wherein all the rock star did was apparently go into a trance of lust while meditating upon her little pink seashell. And, for some inexplicable reason, Lillian felt her cunt grow absolutely red-hot with desire. It was like her twat-juices were boiling with pent-up passion. She finally stopped looking at Dennis's tan face from between the frame of her silk-stockinged and garter-belted thighs and simply lay her head down on the bed. The whole waiting game was getting too intense for her to be able to stand much longer. She felt as though a strong current of electric sensuality was flowing between her and Dennis.
Her breathing started to get erratic and, more than once, she had to make a conscious effort to keep her hips from grinding. Goddamn, she thought, opening her eyes in order to force herself out of her sexual reverie, I feel like I'm about to come and he hasn't even touched me! This freaked her out somewhat and so she made a feeble attempt to get the sex going along a more orthodox route.
"Do you want me to take my shoes off?" She felt somewhat anxious that her high-heels would get the expensive bedspread dirty.
For a second or two, Dennis didn't answer. Then, in a low, husky voice, he said, "No ... I like the shoes. Sit up and pull your dress off. I wanna see your tits."
Again, Lillian readily complied. She wanted him to look at her breasts. As she took her dress off, her full, round, upward-tilted boobs bounced into view. Her nipples were tightly erect and were an even darker rose-pink color than usual. As a matter-of-fact, Lillian's skin all over had a warm glow. She had never felt such a slow, prolonged and wonderful turn-on as this ever before. And all she was doing was sitting there, almost completely naked, in front of an absolute doll of a man who was simply looking at her. But it was the way he was looking at her, like he was about to melt with lust, that was erotic.
"Now ... touch yourself. Get up on your knees with your thighs spread apart a bit and touch yourself all over."
Lillian darted a quick look at his crotch. No doubt about it-Dennis Woods liked her nude body, judging from the tremendous bulge in his pants.
She got up on her knees, her medium-large, perfectly-shaped breasts swaying, and presented herself to him.
"Touch your tits," the star murmured.
Hesitantly, feeling somewhat self-conscious again, she placed her hands on her round melons and then shot him a questioning glance.
Impatiently he waved his hand at her. "Touch them like you'd like me to touch them."
Ahh. Now that she understood. She gathered as much of her soft yet firm breasts as she could in each hand and squeezed them together, marveling at the deep, sexy cleavage she could easily create. She bent her head down and flicked at each nipple with her wet tongue, sending shivers of pleasure throughout her body. Then she ran her hands around her creamy-tan orbs, luxuriating in their vibrant plushiness.
She happened to catch sight of herself in a floor-length mirror situated behind and to the right of Dennis's muscular body. Seeing her shapely self naked in front of the reflection of the man's broad-shouldered back added to her sexual excitement.
"Your pussy," he ordered, breathlessly.
She ran her hands down along the curve of her slender waist and along her well-rounded hips. She stroked the soft outside of her downy-haired mound of Venus. She suddenly closed her eyes and threw her head back, causing her thick, wavy hair to cascade down her back. Just from touching the outside of her cunt, she knew that she would have an orgasm as soon as she so much as brushed a finger lightly against her clitoris. Her bosom heaved with pent-up passion.
When she opened her eyes up again, she saw, through her fog of lust, that Dennis had at long last taken his stiff cock out. But he wasn't holding it. He was keeping his hands tightly clasped on the arms of the chair. His penis pointed at her like a stern conductor directing an orchestra. His face was as red as his cock. He managed to say, "Come on, really touch your pussy. Please do it for me, baby!"
She gently pulled the peach-like folds of her cunt apart, revealing the shiny jewel of her pink clit. The little nubbin of her pleasure-point had swollen in size. She could even see it in the mirror behind Dennis, despite the fact that she was rather nearsighted.
Waves of painful, wonderfully-exquisite anticipation wafted warmly up her belly. She stroked the mound of Venus one more time in preparation, and then closed her eyes and delicately touched her clitoris. That one quick, fleeting touch was all she did, yet she felt the orgasm begin slowly and surely from way down deep inside of her. She felt absolutely intoxicated by the pleasure which grew stronger and stronger inside of her. One girlish sigh and then another escaped from her parted lips as her climax washed through and over and around her. Once it was over with, a warm glow remained as she crumpled up on the bed.
After a long, contented silence, Dennis said, "Wow, that was great. Want some more coke?"
Lillian opened her eyes to observe Dennis wiping the sperm off his cock with some tissues. "Sure!" she said, and then they both laughed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lillian took a deep breath and then stood up from her desk to stretch fiercely in an attempt to unkink her back. She had just gotten through putting in a marathon session finishing up Dennis Woods' album cover. She felt pretty proud-and pretty tired-since she had actually managed to finish it in accordance with the deadline. "Probably a first in Coastal Records' history," she muttered to herself as she gathered up her purse and slipped on her jacket. She was the last one to leave the office that evening, so she set about the task of running around turning out lights and checking to see if the coffee-pot had been turned off.
She was all set to leave when she decided to take a quick look in the warehouse part of the building to make sure everything was shut down back there. As she walked through the narrow corridors lined with tall, imposing stacks of record boxes and crates, she felt somewhat creepy being all alone there in the dim light. The soles of her shoes were soft, so she made no noise as she peered about.
Just when she decided that everything was kosher in the warehouse and that she was going to head on home, she heard a sound. Lillian froze and her heart began to thump rapidly in her chest. In the silence, the sound came again, causing the young woman to exhale forcefully and to raise her eyes heavenward: a high-pitched female giggle that could belong to no one other than the one and only Mary Lou. And from the lilt of that giggle, one could be certain that Mary Lou was probably indulging in a little hanky-panky.
Lillian hesitated. She had no desire to see her assistant getting laid, or whatever it was that was happening. But a momentary sense of curiosity came over the dark-haired woman. The question was, who was it that was causing Mary Lou to produce those high-decibel peals of elfin laughter? A snotty smile crept over Lillian's face. She wondered if it could be the fat Mr. Cain? The greasy, obese vice president seemed to have been growing tired of his clandestine affair with the bosomy Mrs. Mason. He had lately been seen, according to the office grapevine, squeezing Mary Lou's voluptuous ass. And what's more, Mary Lou had actually flirted back. But then again, Mr. Cain was a pretty generous guy when it came to pampering his mistress. He had once offered Lillian fifty dollars to let him see her tits. She had just laughed as she thought for sure that it was a joke. But from all she had heard since the occurrence of that incident way back when she was still innocent, Mr. Cain hadn't been joking at all.
However, at this point in her thoughts, it was Richard's voice, not Mr. Cain's, that came from behind a wall of boxes. "Let me suck on your titties, my little lamb-chop."
Lillian grimaced. Was this the man she'd been drooling after for so long who was saying something so ... so adolescent? "Titties ... lamb-chop?" Right then and there she decided to try to find a good vantage point so that she could observe their antics. She felt a slight tinge of guilt as she quietly scaled the wall of boxes in front of her. But then she rationalized it all by telling herself that she was simply going to watch them in a scientific manner.
(Ho-ho.) Hell, what she wanted to see was whether or not her curly-haired Adonis was any good in the love-making department.
As Lillian reached the top of the boxes, she could hear more muffled giggles and then the sound of a zipper being opened. "Ouch, don't be so clumsy, Richard! You forget that a big brute of a man like you can easily bruise a little wisp of a girl like me." Mary Lou's voice sounded like a little girl's. Lillian slowly inched her way over to the edge of the box she was balanced on top of.
"Titty!" exclaimed Richard's voice petulantly.
Lillian cautiously looked down from her perch, fearful that at any second she would be caught. But Mary Lou and Richard were too caught up in the happenings of the moment to pay any attention to the overhead intruder.
What Lillian initially saw was Mary Lou with her blouse off straddling Richard's rather thick-looking middle. The middle-aged executive had his large hands clamped onto each of the young blonde woman's thighs. He stared up in a trance of greed at Mary Lou's large, pointy tits, which were caught up in a sheer pink bra. To Lillian's eyes, it looked like Richard's face had softened within the last few months. And now, with him lying like a dead toad on the floor, it was hard to ignore the fact that the man was going to fat. His sharp blue eyes; his straight, handsome nose; his smallish, well-shaped mouth, all looked as if they were floating in a bowl of vanilla pudding.
"Does my daddy want these?" queried Mary Lou in the same sickening baby voice as before. She caressed her breasts teasingly.
Richard scrunched his face up and whined, "Titty, titty, titty!"
Lillian began to feel repulsed. She had now long recognized the love of voyeurism in her, so she realized that it was a pretty significant sign that watching the dreamboat Richard have sex was making her skin crawl instead of turning her on. She finally admitted to herself that if Richard were to offer her his cock on a silver tray, she'd thank him politely and then walk away quickly. Why bother with an old-maidish dullard like him when the world is full of fascinating men? she thought.
She continued to watch what seemed to be a ritual between Mary Lou and Richard. The blonde had suggestively stripped off her pink bra, and was now provocatively swinging her breasts over his face. His eyes followed the large pale-pink nipples as they moved to and fro, rather looking like he was being hypnotized. From the leaning-over position she was in, Mary Lou's breasts seemed to have become elongated, her puffy nipples covering up about a fourth of each teat. Seeing Mary Lou so seductively exposed did absolutely nothing for Lillian's bored cunt.
Finally, the blonde started to brush Richard's face with her tits, while he tried repeatedly to catch one of them in his mouth. He looked like a fish out of water with his mouth opening and closing like that, plus the fact that his eyes had acquired an unattractive, wide-open, alarmed expression. After a bit, he managed to capture one of her long, thin breasts, and he started puffing on it like it was a fine Havana cigar. Mary Lou fumbled behind her and succeeded in freeing Richard's cock. Not a bad-looking cock, thought Lillian, but certainly nothing to write home about.
Richard suddenly stopped trying to swallow the blonde's breast. His whole body went rigid and he squeezed his face up until it resembled a raisin. Then, all at once, an impressive fart rang out strong and true, causing Mary Lou to spring to her feet. "Oh, gross!" she whimpered, "I've asked you to please warn me when you're going to do that!"
Richard looked sulky. "Can't help it. And anyway, I'm feeling better now. You should be glad of that. Come back to daddy." He held his arms up to her like a helpless teddy bear.
Lillian by now had already climbed back down off the boxes and was rapidly making her getaway, caring little if the couple heard her. As she walked to her car, she felt a touch lost. It was kind of sad to simply toss a worn-out infatuation into the trash. But she knew where to go for comfort. Zachary had invited her down to his apartment for a home-cooked dinner with champagne and candle-light in order to help him celebrate the successful completion of the first rough draft of his thesis.
She licked her lips with anticipation as she pulled into the driveway of her apartment building. But it wasn't exactly dinner she was thinking about as she hurried up to the handsome young man's apartment....