Chapter 9
Babbs Hymer opened the door of her apartment at the Lido Towers in a dressing gown so disphanous that it only emphasized her naked beauty. Her good looking features smiled a welcome under her shiningly set blonde hair. Her snow white bouncing tits shook appealingly with her every movement, the deep-pink, big nipples winking through the transparent gown. She wore no panties and I could see the full, eternally feminine allure of the bush-hair just above her cuntlips between her sexy thighs.
But this time my little old joystick didn't even waggle in response to the sight. I didn't come to fuck into the wild blue yonder with Babbs' cunt-powered jet ride. I was here on business and asked her for the card with the combination to Hammond's safe.
Babbs drew back, smirking. "Not so fast, Tarzan. Maybe I just better wait until you keep your part of the bargain."
I got mad. Maybe it was too much disappointment, too much harrassment or too many kinds all coming too fast, but I saw red, I may be a heel in some ways but I keep my word to my friends. Wrath fully, I turned and headed for the door.
"If that's how you feel!" I grated. "Skip it!"
Babbs was right after me, her soft arms wound around my waist.
"Boy, talk about a low boiling point!" she teased. "Wow! All right, I'll trust you, but if you don't show up at least by nine Sunday morning so we can get an early start to visit my son, III never trust anybody again as long as I live!"
She pointed to her pocket. "In there," she said.
I took a deep breath and reached. The hand that closed on the little card felt something else-something at least as potent, maybe more so. After all, the importance and power of the diary still had to be proven.
Ever so slightly, Babbs leaned forward, her body seeming to reach for mine. Her chin lifted and her eyes closed, her dark gold lashes so long they almost brushed her flushed cheeks.
"I thought taking you to your son was supposed to be payment for services rendered," I kidded, huskily. "What are you hinting for now ... a bonus?"
But I kissed her thoroughly.
Sometimes, like now, I wondered about Babbs. Considering the business she was in, how could she be so damn hot to hump every time I hove into view?
Often, with my mouth pressed hard against hers, right after we had fucked into glory together, she softly breathed what may be the answer.
"I love you...." Always, it was a husky, half-heard murmur, but maybe it was true.
Now, I paused just long enough to glance at the card. There they were, all right, the magic numbers, the possible
"open sesame" to what could be some mighty important information.
I drew away from Babbs. I had to make sure the card was safe. Carefully, I placed the dog-eared little square of cardboard in a secret recess of my own billfold where I was damn sure it would stay until I no longer had use for it.
Then I even more carefully picked Babbs up in my arms and headed for the only possible place to be at a time like this ... her bedroom.
I didn't bother to remove her gown first ... that would only take a few seconds. More important was for me to get completely naked, myself.
As I tugged at my pants zipper, I said, "And just how did you manage to wangle this deal through so fast, baby? Did Conrad Hammond just happen to get the idea all of a sudden that he just had to have another helping of your goodies, or did you just happen to be flaunting that enticing twat where he couldn't help but see it ... and start drooling?"
Babbs shook her blonde head, the golden tresses of which she had braided into fetching pigtails.
"I'm surprised at you, Phil," she chided. "You know I'm essentially modest but I couldn't help it, could I, if I just happened to have very important business, the kind that has to be taken care of at once, and that the place I had to conduct this business just happened to be in the immediate vicinity of Mr. Hammond's office? Could I help it if I just happened to be passing his office, lingering just a bit to gaze into a store window just about the time I know damn well he leaves...."
She paused, dimpling deliciously.
Stripping out of my shorts, I leaned toward her, hungrily.
"How can I blame him?" I asked huskily. "I know how impossible it is to resist you, doll."
She made no move to get out of her skimpy attire. We both knew how it would raise my temperature and hers, to have me do that little job.
Somehow, the act of taking those inches of material away from that quivering white flesh, was a sensuous thing in itself.
Then, feeling desire mount like gasoline-fed flames, I fumbled for the snaps of that dainty gown.
As soon as I had them unfastened and the gown off, the huge softness of those perfect tits tumbled into view, and my lips were fastened to the fruit-sweet nipples in nothing flat.
I savored them ecstatically, knowing I could not linger too long over the appetizer, that we would have to get to the main course fast. I still had a heavy date with a diary, and time was rushing by ..
Our exploring kisses soon turned into a searing union that fused our hot moist mouths, as my cock and her cunt soon would be welded.
"Oh, lover...." Babbs moaned. "Fuck me ... now."
I was all for it. Her lovely cuntlips already were spread, but I pushed them farther apart. As I reached pay dirt and plunged my stiff dong into her vagina she gave a low-pitched scream.
Her trembling cunt was way beyond control. We began fucking at moderate speed, but the tempo increased fast, and soon we were rocking the bed with our reaching for that final shattering moment of damn near unbearable bliss.
When it came and I shot my load of hot, creamy sperm into her palpitating pussy, we sealed it with a final kiss, I moved away so both of us could really cool off. From past experience, I knew how this fucking could build, how it could go on and on....
In the dim light that filtered through the drawn drapes, I peered at my watch.
"I've really got to go, Babbs, before it gets too late," I said.
"Must you leave now, Phil dear?" she murmured. "You could sleep here all night and leave for work early in the morning."
It was a tempting offer, but I wanted to get into Hammond's office at an hour when it would look as if I were only finishing some overtime evening task.
Babbs saw I meant it as I sat up on the edge of the bed preparing to dress. She got off the bed and slid to her knees before me.
"Let me kiss you goodbye my way, then darling," she said, looking up at me and moistening those wide, sensuous lips. She closed them over the head of my cock.
How could I say no? Even though I was still weak in the knees and a little groggy as I left the Lido Towers, I had never had a blow-job like that. Babbs was tops-you can't beat a pro....