Chapter 9
"Thank you so much for coming by, Mark," Holly purred as the handsome young man stepped through her front door and entered the small apartment. "It's quite exciting for me to meet a celebrity, although I must admit we met under-shall we say-awkward circumstances."
"Awkward is the word for it, all right. To tell you the truth, I've had a hard-on ever since." He smiled down at her charmingly, his bright blue eyes sparkling. "And I was very happy to get your call."
Holly smiled. "Would you like a drink? I made a batch of martinis. Please help yourself, and I'd like one, on the rocks. The ice is in the bucket."
"I normally don't indulge. Like to keep in shape; however, this seems like a special occasion," Donohue replied, walking over to the liquor cabinet. "A very special occasion indeed."
"I'm glad you think so. It is for me, too."
There was a silence in the room while the young swimmer poured the martinis and handed a glass to his voluptuous brunette hostess. God she was beautiful, he thought longingly. Ever since we first met her, get ting her naked cunt licked by the redheaded guy, he'd been able to "think of nothing else but fucking this sensuous, hot-blooded beauty. And Mark knew Holly wanted him to. He could tell by the look she had given him as she was putting her bikini panties back on in the office. It had been full of fire.
Holly thanked him and then, knowing exactly what she was doing, she walked over to the couch and sat down, crossing her long tapered legs and leaned back, her glass in her hands and downed the martini.
"Mmmmmmm ... I think I needed that after everything that has happened today," she said, a mischievous smile on her face, her beautiful face that was rounded with dark hair that she had curled in little gypsy rings before he had arrived. Her eyes were giving her away: they had that drowsy, lusty look, and Mark's cock lurched painfully in his pants. He realized that now that he was alone with her, he wanted to fuck her even more. He wanted to see her naked body and crush it beneath his and fuck her until her expression changed from smoldering lust to a screaming, begging cum! It was in her glance, her movement, her pores! He wanted to instinctively fuck her until he had made that hot pussy of hers cum all around his cock! She was a challenge to his manhood as she sprawled almost indecently on the couch, licking the rim of her glass and making a face, thrusting out her wet lower lip in a pout as she held it out and said: "Mmmmmmmm ... but it's all gone now
"Let me fix you another one," he said, leaning over her and looking down at her cleavage, at her huge, sensuous tits that were so white and firm and moved with an athletic kind of suppleness all of their own as he saw the nipples pressed erectly out against the material at the front of her dress.
The hem of her dress was pulled up as she seemed to restlessly move her legs and ass as if always searching for a more comfortable position. They writhed in a lazy way, her thighs moving as Mark watched them out of the corner of his eye. He felt his prick growing even thicker and bigger inside his shorts and took the empty glass from her quickly, trying to hide the rapidly growing bulge in his crotch, although he didn't know why. Jesus, he wasn't a school boy, for Christsakes! But he nevertheless took his time adding ice to the glasses.
But his huge, uncomfortable hard-on didn't escape Holly's eyes, and she let her gaze rove lewdly over his body. "Ooooohhh
." she said, "I like to look at well-built men. Maybe that's why I took up swimming so I could be around half-naked men in the pool."
His cock lurched again in his pants as he poured the martinis from the pitcher into the glasses, pouring himself a double. Holly talked to him with his back turned. "You like me, don't you?"
"Yeah," he answered, never looking around, the sound of the ice tinkling in the glasses. "A lot."
"Warren said something to me about you looking for a partner to swim the channel. He mentioned he told you about me and you were interested. Did you see my time sheet?"
"Yeah. Friesen showed it to me before we ... ah ... met you. It's excellent."
"And I keep in shape, too."
"I can see that!"
"Well, what I want to know is if you're interested in letting me be the other half of your team."
"Very. In fact, if you're willing, I am. But it's going to be pretty hard."
"Well, I have a lot of stamina and a strong body. Do you like my body?" She asked the question in a whisper he heard above the soft music on the radio, and he could hear her body moving behind him-material, clothing, rustling and being adjusted. "Do you like my body?" her voice insisted. "Tell me the honest truth."
"Yeah, I do. It really turns me on, as you might have noticed."
"Well then, look at it."
The suppressed excitement in her voice made him turn slowly, a drink in either hand. What he saw almost made him drop his drinks and pitch headfirst onto the couch.
The beautiful young brunette, with a flashing smile, was lying on the couch on her back. Her feet were close together but she had spread her lovely knees as wide apart as the couch would allow, and she had pulled her dress up around her waist. She lay there smiling, naked from the waist down as he had seen her earlier that day. There, framed by her smoothly rounded thighs, were the soft smooth cheeks of her ass, and above them her pussyhairs, so soft and dark, were curling up toward him, framing the small thin lips of her cunt. And, as he stared, it opened slightly and throbbed in unbidden excitement!
The light in the room was low yet he could see her pussy-juices glisten and shine between her nakedly spread legs as the moistness gathered. Mark almost groaned aloud as he looked at Holly lying in front of him, grinding her darkly furred cunt up and slowly, teasingly rotated it around. And below her cunt, below the moistly curling pussyhairs, he saw the tight shadowed split where her asscheeks met and gasped as he watched the naked flesh clench and bunch as she undulated her hips up and down.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmnnn, ooohhhhhh, mmmmmnnnnn...." she moaned. Her eyes were closed halfway, and her mouth was open in a lewd smile as she watched the expression on his face. "Do you still like my naked cunt?" she asked in a low, seductive whisper.
Mark Donohue couldn't utter a single word. All he could do was nod as he looked down and saw the swelling lips of her naked pussy made more pliable by her slow gyrations. His cock leapt to wild life in his shorts with an aching hardness, and his hands trembled as he looked around for a place to set the martinis down. Then, with a somewhat nervous little laugh, the sexy brunette raised her smoothly curved ass off the couch and pulled her skirt down. She swung to her feet and looked at him with her hungrily gleaming eyes. "I decided way over a year ago that I wouldn't let any man fuck me unless I felt a certain kind of love for him. I've tried to keep this promise to myself, and nearly made it ... except for the past few days. But they were accidents. I just couldn't help myself."
Mark set the drinks down on the bar and turned to her as she came and stood close, crowding him against the bar and brushing one of her bare legs up between his stiff legs. Her voice was like velvet as she whispered: "I felt something ... some kind of chemistry pass between us today. I've wanted to let you fuck me ever since."
He breathed heavily through his mouth. God, this lady was unreal! She was beautiful and sensuous ... she was the woman he had dreamed about. "I felt something for you, too, Holly," he managed at last.
Slowly she began unbuttoning his shirt, but she never was able to finish, for suddenly Donohue seized her in his powerful arms and crushed her body against his. He felt her responding as she ground her hot cunt hard onto his crotch, her pussy finding his hugely pulsing cock stiff up against his stomach under his clothing and writhing back and forth against it. This was about all he could take!
Suddenly, he was like a wild man, thrusting her away and tearing at her clothes. Holly crouched on the floor and made a low animal noise as she began unbuttoning the front of her dress, exposing her nakedly trembling tits. Her face was as wildly alive 'as it had ever been before, and her eyes glittered with sexual excitement. Oh, God she was hot ... she just couldn't wait for Mark to fuck her!
In no time at all she was unbuttoning her dress, and it hung open for one delicious moment so that he could see her titties, firm and free, with the nipples hardened like bullets. Her stomach was hardened and flat, and her tits jutted out as she let the dress fall over her sun-tanned shoulders. Mark stood still as he watched the dress slip soundlessly to the floor, watched it slide down her strong young back, slowly at first and then falling with a silent rush. And then she stood naked before him, her body magnificent and sensuous and wild. He could see the muscles rippling and tensing in her long thighs ... Oh, Jesus ... he had to fuck her ... he had to fuck her now!
Mark tore at his shorts with a guttural cry and then stood with his painfully throbbing cock protruding awkwardly out and upward, wavering as if blindly trying to find her cunt. He didn't care and lunged for her, but she was too quick, leaping back and to the side.
"You've got to tell me that I'm special to you, Mark," she moaned.
"Ohhhhh, God, Holly ... I've never met anyone like you. All the other girls I've ever fucked, or loved even, are nothing now," he groaned. And it was true. God, she was fantastic, he thought hotly as she lowered her body to the couch.
"I've never seen a woman so beautiful as you are naked," he muttered, staring down at her body that was sprawled so sensuously on the soft cushions. Mark could see that her eyes were dilated a little from the excitement also. Jesus, it was all that he could do to keep from dropping to his knees beside the couch and locking his lips on her naked pussy at that very moment, but he held himself back. He sensed that she needed more than that. Holly obviously knew what fucking was all about, and despite the lewdness of their first meeting back in her office behind the pool, he knew she wasn't the kind of woman a guy jumped on top of to get his rocks off. No, she was deeper than that. ... as deep as the channel they would swim together two months from now.
"I think I love you, Holly. I really think I love you," Mark whispered. "And I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you."
Hearing his passionate words she began to quiver hotly beneath his loving, lustful gaze. "You really think you love me, Mark?" she breathed, her voice deeper this time.
"Oh, God yes, yes, I love you, and I want to prove my love ... I want to fuck you, fuck you like you've never been fucked before," he answered, the lewd words coming from his mouth exciting him even more.
"Oh, Mark," she moaned, "I love you, too ... and I want you to fuck me with that big huge prick of yours." Suddenly, her hand was groping wildly until it found the huge, throbbing hardness of his cock. "Ohh! Oooohhhh, I like your prick ... it's going to feel so good fucking and twisting around deep up my pussy! Oh, God, Mark, I want you to fuck me with it! I can't wait! I can't wait!" she moaned, for she knew that this fuck would be the best she had ever had.