Chapter 2
The board meeting of L&M Savings and Loan Association had adjourned as the clock struck twelve. The fifteen board members, comprised of senior members and the junior group including Ted Atkins, pushed back their upholstered chairs from the round executive table in the conference room and filtered out the door for a break. Briefcases under their arms, they headed for the sanctuary of dimly lit restaurants that catered to the lunch time executive crowd hungry for respite and thirsty for a drink and a healthy peek at a bit of thigh and cleavage to pry their minds loose from the wearisome routine of gray flannel existence.
Ted was down in the dumps. No, the insipid discussions of loan rates and complaints of governmental regulations did not distress him. His problem came in a fleshy package of blue eyes and honey hair and Victorian inhibitions!
Ted slipped into a booth in the Crow's Nest Restaurant, welcoming the atmosphere of privacy. A burning frustration and lack of fulfillment haunted him from last night's lovemaking. Ah, not that Polly wasn't a good lay ... Christ, he would have divorced her at last year's anniversary if she wasn't the type to spread her thighs at his beckoning. No, it was something about her attitude towards his sexuality that distressed him.
Ted plucked the menu from the polished fingertips of a pearly toothed waitress attired appropriately in a skinny leotard and fish net stockings, showing off the fine curves and bumps of her pulchritudinous body. A blue feathered headdress plumed from her blue black hair.
"Hi!" she grinned toothily. "The special of the day is Beef Bourginon, fine sirloin tips braised in a wine and mushroom sauce. Only $6.95."
Ted's blue eyes stared over the rim of the Crow's Nest menu, resting precisely on level with the nubs of nipples winking at him encouragingly. He gulped dryly, her voice a mile away.
"Or fresh fillet of sole with grapes and white wine sauce..." A crooked grin creased her lovely dimpled face and she cagily shifted her weight to the other high heeled foot. "Perhaps you'd like to think about your selection... ?"
"Oh, no..." he said straightening. As she pivoted her lissome body, his eyes fell on the pouting mound of Venus a hand's snatch away. The candlelight reflected the image in the crystal wine goblet, mockingly. "I'll ... I'll go for the meat. I mean the beef," he amended with a nervous cough.
Puckering her rosebud lips temptingly, she winked down at her red-faced customer, and plucking the menu from his fingertips, sashayed off. A pint of blood fled to Ted's pulsing groin from watching the half I moons of blue jersey slink between the tables. The image of her red painted lips lingered where savings percentages should have, and he failed to notice when George's eternally grinning face stared at him across the table.
"Don't mind if I join you, huh, Teddie?" George settled his ample buttocks on the empty chair across from his junior board member.
Had that voice belonged to anyone but the man who'd hired him, Teddie would have made a snap decision about the intruder. As it was, he smiled emptily I and said, "Oh, please be my guest, George."
The senior board member ordered from the menu, marveling at the remarkably high set of firm young breasts heaving before his eyes. When the waitress brought their wine and salads, George, a dapper man I for his fifty-seven years, leaned across the table, knife f and fork in hand. Conspiratorially, he eyed the junior I board member, winking. "God help the young stuff if old George could get it up again!" He tore open his Parkerhouse roll and buttered it lavishly. "I'll tell you, son, the biggest mistake I ever made was being monogamous." He shook his jowled cheeks. "Go for it, boy!"
The perky waitress, plumed headdress wafting in the air conditioning, rolled up the waitress' cart and setting the choice of house dressings in the middle of the white linen table, pivoted and leaned over without bending her knees to retrieve the pepper grinder from the bottom shelf. The sleekness of her fishnet stockinged thighs shot up to the crevice of her scantily covered buttocks.
George licked his lips and winked at Teddie who flushed the color of the red velvet draperies separating their booth from the one beyond. Daintily, the waitress sat the steaming beef bourgeon before Ted and the filet of sole before his partner.
"Anything else I can get you boys?" she twinkled.
Was it his imagination, or was she staring at him? Ted blinked up into a pair of disarmingly dark eyes dancing with candlelight. "No," he answered tightly. "Everything's fine...."
"You sure, honey?" she purred, her perfume heady in his nostrils.
His eyes lingered on the glistening line of her laxly parted lips, puckered and ready. An electrical shock shot from his libido to his groin, and he asked himself, dicing up a morsel of juicy meat, did that deliriously scented young thing suck her boyfriend's penis? Did she take him in her warm mouth and milk him with her lips, until the white hot sperm shot deep within her throat, bathing her tonsils in sexual cream?
"My name's Jody, if you need anything," she rasped sweetly, disappearing once more.
"I think she likes you, Ted," the older man jibed, his green eyes snapping with envy of youth.
"Don't be silly," retorted Ted, straightening. "She's after a tip ... and besides," he defended, "I'm a married man."
"All the better. Monogamy's for the birds. It makes the bitches think they can have anything their own way. Buy me a color TV for the kitchen, they whine. You buy 'em a color tv for the kitchen ... and you think that makes the sex any better?" grumbled the aging man. His jowls bounced with negativity as he raised a fish flake to his mouth.
"I'm happy with Polly." The beef tasted acrid in his mouth, as if he were swallowing his own lie. "We just celebrated our third wedding anniversary last night." It was a statement, not an ebullience.
George stared off into space, cogitating. "As I recall, it was about the third year when Dorothy and I started sleeping in twin beds. Ah, you remember the fad years back before the movies showed couples in double beds together ... Ozzie and Harriet, Desi and Lucie, none of 'em slept in double beds, no neither could we." George swallowed noisily and washed the buttery fish down with a hefty swig of wine. "Gets worse after that, huh!" Here he threw back his head. "Wait till they hit menopause!
"If they think you're an evil sonofabitch for wanting to have oral sex, wait till they start crying every time you look at a younger woman. That's when they start spending your money, hairdressers, face lifts ...
Christ all mighty, Ted, get it while you can!"
Ted, absentmindedly masticating on the winy beef, glared hopelessly into George's face. Was that the fate of his marriage with Polly? Had they reached the peak of happiness and was the rest a downhill avalanche of depression, despair and God help him-sexual frustration?
Ted contemplated the wisdom of George's observations now as he joined, the throng of gray suited men spilling out the L&M Savings and Loan Association's sliding glass door and headed for his car in the parking lot behind the mammoth concrete and glass edifice.
His polished wing tips' leather soles scuffed along the sidewalk with a dejection all their own,. Spontaneously, they pivoted, and with new life strode past the ticket machine and headed around the block for the Crow's Nest.
A husband had a right to stop off for a drink now and then, didn't he? If he didn't start asserting his domain as the dominant partner, he'd end up a pansy-ass. Christ, I might even turn gay! he shivered, throwing himself onto the bar stool closest to the waitress' station and barking out an order for a Tanqueray tonic. "And don't squeeze the lime!"
The cooling gin slipped down his throat easily, leaving a cleansing piney taste. Now that his eyeballs had adjusted to the lack of light, and his ears to the tattoo beat of disco belching from the neon lit jukebox which transformed the afternoon luncheon spa to an alcoholics' paradise, he glanced around the room.
He found her. The blue-black hair shimmering in the unreal lights of fluorescent neon ringing the dance floor beyond. The blue feather plume danced recklessly as she giggled over a table of three men, one of whom had slipped his arm around her slender waist, pulling her down to hid lap. Feeling a bit the spy, Ted swung around, minding his own business and ruminating over the wisdom of telephoning Polly to hint he might be a little late for dinner.
The second drink was his dinner, that and a crock of cheese and salty crackers which the bartender slid in front of him from the other end of the mahogany bar. He buttered a cracker with a lavish layer of cheese and was washing it down his throat, when she sauntered up to fill a drink order. He gulped quickly, swallowing the dry, tasteless mass.
"Lookie who's here!" the waitress chimed in a silvery tone. "John, buy this man a drink on me!"
Ted stiffened. Number one, he'd never had a woman buy him a drink before; and, number two, her stockinged thigh was rubbing against his gabardine one ... by accident?
If the second drink created the indecision of telephoning home, the third drink obliterated any remembrance of having raised the question. Ted began to feel the lightheaded euphoria of independence and fell into an easy conversation with the bartender and the cocktail hour waitress. He started to feel like the Northwest University fraternity boy again, flirting with the uneducated barmaids in the local pubs, and it wasn't unpleasant! By the fourth drink, he'd melded, become one with the bar stool, the wall pay telephone an impossible journey to the east!
The after work drinking crowd, had long since dissipated, and-the hard core evening set had settled in, crowding the disco floor and yelping with Thursday night anticipation of the weekend to come.
Her breath was like a firebrand on his cheek when she sashayed up to him and whispered hotly in his ear: "I'm off in half an hour ... wanna get together?"
Ted blinked.
"Just give me a sec to peel out of this leotard, and then we can go to my place!" Her perfume intoxicated what remained of reason, and memories of cold leftovers from an anniversary dinner sitting uneaten on an unattended plate failed to leak through the clouds of euphoria.
Ted studied the misshapen wedge of lime lying lifelessly in the bottom of his drink glass and slipped off the bar stool for the first time in three hours. Jody stood beside him, dressed in shimmering black satin pants that molded every luscious curve of her five foot four inch lissome frame, with a red v-neck sweater fuzzy against his hand as she slipped her arm through his and headed for the door.
The night air was invigorating. Her high heels clicked crisply on the sidewalk and his leather soles shuffled along in a harmony toward his Datsun 280Z parked behind the L&M Savings and Loan Association.
Half an hour later he was pulling into another parking lot in front of a new condominium on the east side of town, and crawling into an elevator. The night air, the drive, and awakening senses snapped the inebriated executive back to his rational sense. Wild- eyed, he grabbed the support bar as the elevator jerked upward and its doors swooshed open on the fourth floor.
"I... I think I'd better...."
"Ah, come on." Jody pressed him against the apartment door where the numbers 37 dripped like melted butter before his drunken eyes. She was kissing him madly on the neck now, while her free hand dipped into her handbag for the key. "You can't go home on Jody now, not when she's all hot for you!" she cooed.
Numb, Ted staggered, gripping the doorknob for support. He literally fell into her living room when she turned the key in the lock and nudged open the door. Jody shut the door. He was alone, in a strange apartment with ... with a slinky hipped woman he didn't know!
The studio apartment was dominated by a bed shoved against the wall and gaily covered with a red satin coverlet with matching pillows. He sat down on the mattress, staring weakly up at the beautiful, dimpled face of the nineteen year-old. He had to admit she. was a gorgeous young thing... the type of girl he would have welcomed meeting before he'd married Polly. She exuded pure feline sex, and he had to admit it would be a change of pace to take her in his arms, kiss her, love her up a bit, nothing more. He wouldn't penetrate her or anything intimate like that, but just to touch those firm, upthrust mounds peeping out from the stretchy knit of her sweater, to press his liquor-sweet lips to her cherry-red lips, that would be nice, yes, very nice!
Inside his pants, his cock jerked into an instant erection as if it were alive and free of his will. He tried to will it limp, to wipe clean the lewd thoughts twirling inside his gin-sodden head, but it throbbed and pulsed and drew blood from his senses. With a stab of remembrance, Polly's innocent face flashed before his mind's eye; guiltily, his eyes averted Polly's and fastened on the skyline in the distance from which he struggled to pick out the mammoth outline of L&M Savings and Loan Association. He needed a point of reference.
Jody snickered. "Teddie's got a great big hard-on, don't you Teddie?" she teased, smiling at the obvious bulge in his gabardine pants with the dime-sized wet spot a quarter-inch to the right of the zipper.
Having never heard a female talk in such blatantly sexual terms, Ted blushed, "Please... don't make fun of me!"
Jody bounced up and down, her heavy, braless breasts jiggling in mockery. "You're going to fuck me, you gorgeous hunk of male! I adore men in three piece suits." She came to him in a waft of perfumed air, an aphrodisiac to his senses. Her breath was like a firebrand on his cheek. Lightly, she touched his knee, her fingers nearly burning the cloth. Higher, higher still, she reached, her fingers walking like little soldiers to the battlefield of his married libido! Her fingertips touched the bulging protuberance down between his legs!
"Ohhh Gawd!" she managed in a strangled breath, almost leaping from the bed in a spasmed reaction. His testicles ached with the need of release, the sperm churned in his balls, and try though he may, he couldn't pry himself loose of her caresses. Too gentle, too tenderly feminine, too insistently needful. Now her tongue tip trailed hotly over his stubbled cheek, searching, licking for his mouth, and her hand continued to rub and soothe the aching load in his testicles.
"Don't be afraid of Jody," she pleaded innocently. "It's only physical. What do I care if you're married?" she cooed, twirling the gold band with a free finger in mockery of his defense. "You want to shove your big hard cock up my pussy, and I want to feel you inside of me.
"I want to feel you inside of me?" Weren't those the very words Polly had chosen last night, he thought with a sinking sensation in the pit of his gut.
"I... I love my wife," he managed in a weak voice.
"Of course, she cooks for you, washes your underwear ... that's why husbands love their wives, isn't it? But when you need sex," she spat the last word, "you come to Jody."
"No, it's not right!" She had him pinned to the mat-, tress with the lithe one hundred and seven pounds of unflawed flesh, or he would have dove for the door and emotional freedom.
"Sometimes it's good," she purred, licking the shell of his buzzing ear, "to make love to a stranger and get all the good things wives don't give you."
She's wrong! That's not what marriage is all about! his tortured mind screamed. With a burst of adrenalin power, he wrenched himself out of her clutches, off the bed. His heart hammered and he knew his prick was still rock hard and seeping embarrassing testimonials to his arousal. He had to get hold of himself!
Jody's raspy voice whispered, "Teddie...."
He pivoted, garnering the bravery to reject her; his hands balled up into fists, but his words froze in his throat. His mouth hinged open and his blue eyes bulged.
She stood there, stripped naked. The lovely nineteen year old had slipped out of her black satin pants and yanked her sweater over the haloes of blue-black hair, shimmering in the dim light. She wore neither panties nor brassiere, and as he gawked mesmerized at her white sculpted, youthful perfection, the image of pulchritudinous grace that would have made Nabokov's mouth water, he felt a bit of spittle drool from the corner of his mouth.
She smiled sweetly at him, the tip of her wet, pink tongue sticking between her cherry-red, glossy lips, full and puckered and suggestive of anatomical parts he'd dare not think of. The hair-lined lips of her cuntal valley were there before him, the black down glistening deliciously in the pale glow of the lamp light. Her high, perfectly rounded breasts, tipped with strawberry nipples, jutted out like strawberries and cream. Her long, slender thighs trembled and quivered with desire-for him.
"Well, honey? You like Jody better now?"
Ted gulped, his eyes watering.
"Would Teddie like to kiss me here?" His eyes followed her tiny hands, heading south for the black triangle, and when she said "here", her small fingers blazed a trail down through the soft, pouting lips of her pink pussy and slowly, slowly spread them apart, showing the tiny bud of her throbbing clitoris. Back and forth, around and around, she stroked the growing nub, her eyes never leaving his bulging ones.
"Does your wife let you kiss her there?" she taunted, reading the message of rapacious desire in his eyes with the accuracy of a witch. "Do you two ever do it to each other ... suck each other until you cum?" And still she stroked herself. "Does she suck your cock for you?"
How could she know all that! His mind raged. First George, now this little slut! Christ, was his frustration that obvious?
The lust maddening sight was too much for Ted. The thought of kissing, of licking her sweet young pussy made his prick leap for joy. "Jody, please, you're awfully tempting, but please...." he begged, his throat bone dry and aching with longing.
"Let me kiss your cock for you, Ted. I want to lick it and milk it with my lips, make those wiggly little veins bulge, and taste you.- I love to suck cock!" She refused to shut up, even against his protestations. Her words branded his libido with sizzling desire... with the big scarlet S for sex!
He couldn't say no, couldn't step outside that door if his marriage depended upon it! Polly had denied him oral love and was he to be eternally cheated of the soft down of a woman's pussy opening fishlike to his mouth, frothing with desire? A pain stabbed his heart. If only Polly could understand that simple, human fact of love. This woman wanted his kisses, his tongue, his cock ... Oh Gawd, he'd cum in his undershorts if she didn't shut up!
"... lick your balls and stab my tongue right up your ass..." were the words that burned his mind when finally, after a siege of mental inquiry, his senses returned to focus, on the naked young woman masturbating herself an arm's reach away.
God help him-he had to have her! Forget Polly, forget cold pot roast, he had to have her! The steaming heat in his genitals fairly scorched a hole in his shorts. Ah, to suck and be sucked! Yes!
In a burst of freedom, he tore off his pants and kicked them free. He hadn't time to strip off his socks. His shirt came next, until he stood before her, his thick, bursting cock standing out from the nest of brown curls.
"Ooohhh!" she cooed, rolling her eyes in appreciation. "You've got a pretty cock-all hard and hot!" She collapsed down on the satin coverlet, the perfect color compliment to the alabaster of her flawless flesh and the jet black of her hair. The very movement was sensuous and promising. "Let me suck you first!"
Ted's stocking feet padded to the bed and the squeak of springs announced his arrival as he collapsed a willing victim in her arms and turned himself over to the vixen of the Crow's Nest. Next thing he knew, he was writhing beside her, feet-to-head, with Jody's fingers scratching over his burgeoning cock, her expert lips kissing his hairy legs, his belly, and inner thighs, dipping into his navel for a licking tease.
"Oh, Gawd, that feels good!" he groaned, not sure he could keep the boiling sperm down in his testicles' wells for another scalding moment.
The blue-black head plunged obediently, eagerly, and a scream tore from Ted's overworked lungs as he felt the incredible hot moistness of her soft lips closing butter-like over the sensitive, seeping head of his cock, felt her searing tongue licking tiny circles around the mushroomed head. Sighing, enraptured in the exquisite manipulations, Ted moved toward her and with a grunt of a dog about to devour a bone, buried his face in her sweet-smelling cunt.
A sudden jerk of contracted muscled spasmed in the excited nineteen-year-old seductress. In a wormish maneuver, she pressed closer to his mouth. The complete willingness, the blatant sensuality of her panther-like movements, overwhelmed the married man and blotted out all misgivings.
Jody tasted the piquancy of his secretions, licking up the pearly drops of pre-cum hungrily, twirling her soft tongue faster and faster. Then she began to suck him in earnest, with the full expense of a woman who enjoyed pleasing men.
In pure adoration, and a smattering of curiosity, Ted managed to pull his drink sodden head off the mattress and out from between her legs just long enough to watch her lipstick rimmed lips ripple up and down his blue, veiny shaft, watching the soft skin of her mouth pucker outward and then back in as she sawed the length of his penis. The sight was adulterously erotic! His loins tensed and jerked upwards into her pretty young face, all the fleshy length disappearing with each thrust forward so that only a fraction of an inch showed white and glistening with the saliva between her lips.
With a groan of submission, he returned to her soft, hair fringed pussy and drew her firm rounded buttocks down over his hungry mouth so that he was sunk nose-deep in her soft-rimmed cunt. He held her tightly to his licking orifice with both hands encasing her buttocks, thrusting his own tongue up teasingly between the sweet tasting folds. He heard her gasp and nibble more frenziedly. Her pussy contracted and opened around his mouth like a feeding fish, and then he moved his hands down and opened the petals of her pussy wider. He began to curl and flick his tongue at the velvety dampness of her cuntal walls. He sucked and licked and groaned and moaned while she swayed rhythmically above him. She was a sex-crazed woman, out of control, her cunt flowering wider and her secretions spating her thighs.
He sensed her muscles cord as he worked, plunging for her clitoris, sucking and biting tenderly, his tongue reaming the sensuous little button while she writhed and churned madly above him. He sensed she was straining to cum, her mouth and cheeks sucking like a milking machine at his penis as she bucked and writhed and arched her back and head in a quaking of body and spirit. Her breasts danced joyously as she sucked voraciously, her mouth creating a pumping pressure that untapped the reservoir of his churning semen.
And then it happened.
"UUUUMMMM!" came the tortured cry of her climax and the pungent milk of her orgasm flooded his mouth, his throat, dribbled down his chin and drenched the satin coverlet steaming with their lust.
Her softly pulsating pussy spread hotly across his face. She screamed out her orgasm, never ceasing the milking, sucking pressure on his deep-thrust cock. She snaked her heels against his shoulders and rubbed her gyrating cunt in an uncontrollable surge of torment. Then-Ted Atkins felt the eruption of scalding fire leap along the length of his blood-fed penis. He gasped in agony, and his cock began a wild, convulsive jerking that flooded the gates of his testicles, rushing into the girl's maddeningly bobbing mouth with gush after gush of boiling sperm that bloated her rouged cheeks and forced her to swallow to keep from drowning. As quickly as it had erupted, it abated-after one final spurt. Now he lay back, half conscious, staring at the ceiling, with the taste of a nineteen-year-old's pussy ripe in his mouth.
And still Jody sucked at his juices, milking every last drop of the hot gushing male nectar until his penis jerked softly and plopped silently from the sperm filled cavern of her mouth. The cock slid from her laxly parted lips then, in one last swallow, and she cradled her face to his sperm sticky groin.
"You like that, honey?" she cooed, with evidence of his pleasure dripping from her dimpled chin.
He could only groan in appreciation. He knew that Polly would be maddened with jealousy and pain if she could see him now; yet guilt refused to settle in. A satisfied, shameless feeling of dominance and control overtook him, that and the knowledge that his desire for oral sex had been justifiable and gratifying.
Polly ... his wife ... gold bands... fidelity. An association of guilt-associating images popped into his mind, working at his self-conscience. Ted lay there, breathing in the musk of the young beauty's bodily perfumes and the scent of her love juices drying on his stubbled chin.
Jody's left leg bent, knee drawing up, and he sensed her stirring on the bed. She kneed her way around until they were face-to-face. She grinned a pearly smile down at him and kissed him on the mouth. The taste of his own semen piqued on his taste buds. "You don't want to go home now, do you? We haven't even started yet!"
His tongue ran dryly over his lips. Between his hirsute thighs, his penis leapt enthusiastically. "No ... I'm not ready to go home yet," he conceded, cuddling her in the crook of his arm.