Chapter 2

Linda glanced at her tiny gold watch. It was almost two. Her white Cadillac sped silently along the thruway, making good time on the way into the city. Maybe she should have waited until the next morning and started her job hunt off first thing. But, thought Linda, it never made any sense to squelch a powerful impulse that could get things moving fast.

She had whipped up two omelets and salad for Sue and herself. And to make it a businessman's lunch, she'd started it all off with two stiff, dry martinis. That had done the trick.

"What are you going to look for, job-wise?" Sue had asked a bit bleary-eyed from the shock of gin.

"Oh, I've got a few secretarial skills up my sleeve. I'll hit those job agencies on South Prospect. In fact, I'll go right after lunch while the fire's still hot."

Sue giggled, thinking of the red-faced teenage laundry boy and felt girlish and silly as she only could with Linda. The big blond squeezed Sue's petite hand. "No more hanging around. I want some action in my life."

"Right on!" Sue cheered.

It seemed to Linda that she'd literally jumped into her elegant, clinging, camel color knit dress, brushed out her long blond hair in minutes, and been in the car and on the road before she'd really figured out what she was doing.

Sure, on the spur of the moment, she'd told Sue she'd look for a secretarial job. But now with the flush of the martini somewhat dampened, that kind of a job didn't appeal to her at all.

She glanced out the side window as a midnight blue Lincoln pulled up alongside her to pass. A good-looking man in his thirties, with a classic profile and short blond hair, grinned back at her from behind the wheel of the big car. Linda responded spontaneously with a languid smile. She squirmed a bit in her seat and pressed her thighs together. The Lincoln pulled on ahead.

That's the kind of job she wanted, Linda thought wildly, something with a lot of hot, horny men involved...

Before she could sort out her thoughts further, she was braking the car and easing into what suddenly took on the proportions of a mammoth traffic jam. She brought the car to an abrupt halt. All around her cars were packed in and stopped. Linda groaned softly. She didn't need this slow down in her plans to happen and give her second thoughts.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw the man in the car next to hers jump out, stretch and take a long look up the thruway. It was the blond guy in the Lincoln.

Linda rolled down her window. "What's going on?" she shouted out at him, smiling her friendliest.

"Oh, I'd say a good fifteen minute calamity. Looks like a breakdown or an accident about a mile and a half up. Just have to grin and bear it, sit tight and wait." Linda liked him immediately, especially now that she could see all six feet of him and a pair of broad shoulders. He walked over to her and leaned down. He was so close to her now she could smell the brisk scent of his cologne.

"How about a fast game of gin rummy?" he added with an easy laugh.

Linda's eyes brightened. A shiver of excitement ran through her and halted at the pit of her stomach.

"I'm not much for cards, but I could use somebody to talk to. I just hate waiting alone in ears." His eyes widened almost imperceptibly. Not only were his tight-fitting turtle-neck and slim-cut sport coat casual, but so was his way of quickly adjusting to a situation.

"Love to," he replied. In seconds he was opening the door on the other side and slipping into the seat beside her. Linda smiled warmly at him, but couldn't think of a word to say. "Fm Jake Stephens," he announced as if he'd read her mind.

"Linda Lewis." She paused: "Do you live out in Great Oaks?"

"Right on the edge, near the lake, in one of those new high-rises. Can't stand the suburban lawn-cutting lifestyle. I just separated from my wife and decided it was a bachelor pad for me."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I'm not. Maybe if she'd been something like you ..."

"Oh? And how am I?" laughed Linda lightly.

"Well... beautiful, elegant... sexy ..." His hand came down to rest against his thigh. If he was trying to hide the lengthening bulge at his crotch, he failed. Linda had caught his reaction to her immediately.

"Oh, I don't know," she replied, "I think a better way of putting it would be bored housewife." And it's up to a bored housewife to make the first move, she added to herself. Her eyes moved from his rugged, handsome face, down over his body to his crotch and thighs, and then back up again. Their eyes met. Linda rested her hand on the sleeve of his sport coat, then stroked over his strong hand lying on the seat of the car now, no longer trying to hide the thick crease in his pant leg.

He quickly slid his hand away, only to grasp hers tightly.

"Right here in the car?" he blurted out, his cool crumbling.

"Right here in the car," half-whispered Linda, sliding her hand out of his grip and over his thigh to his crotch.

The palm of her hand measured off the length of Jake's prick. She squeezed her thighs together. Her mouth watered. Jake still seemed to hesitate. She felt for the zipper and pulled it down. She knew what she wanted: a good look at that dick of his and then a nice, long lick of it. Nothing else mat> tered. And, after all, how could anybody complain and call the cops in the middle of a traffic jam?

"We'll just have to , . . slide down a little," she whispered as she angled across the back of the seat and down into his lap.

His hands woke up. In seconds they were running up and down her back, then over her excited tits, then up her creamy thighs until his fingertips brushed the silky fabric of her panties. A little cry of excitement escaped her as she felt his strong hand between her legs.

She reached into his crotch and fingered over his balls and down the shaft of his prick until she could grab hold of it and pull it out. She let it stand up stiff and straight in the afternoon light before she leaned a bit forward and licked at the bulbous, circumcised head. It jerked free in the air. Jake gasped. His dick strained and swelled until the veins seemed ready to pop.

Linda caught the long, thick prick in mid spasm, and swallowed it down her throat. She felt Jake's fingers push under her panties and slip into the moistness of her pussy. With his other hand he had reached down the neck of her jersey dress and pulled one of her breasts free from her bra, like taking a large melon out of a bin. Now he squeezed and kneaded it and pulled on her large nutlike nipple.

A balding, middle-aged man in the car on the other side strained in his seat, trying to see what was going on in the white Cadillac beside him. Both hands reached into his trousers and began playing with his dick. But he couldn't really see what was going on, as much as he could imagine what the hot young couple must be up to down on the seat of the car.

Linda cupped Jake's balls, oblivious of the world around her, her brain, mouth, and throat fixed on the throbbing male rod fucking slowly but regularly between her lips. First one, then two of his fingers had plunged deep into her slippery cunt and were finger-fucking her in time to the gyrations of his pelvis. Linda's stiffened clit rubbed against the material of her panties. She wanted more. Not only did she want this big, hunky blond man's prick plunging in and out of her throat, she wanted it up her cunt, then up her ass, then up her cunt again, then back down her throat. She wanted to feel the weight of his big body all over her. She wanted to clutch his hard butt, lick over his hairy chest and bite at his nipples and get fucked hard and deep with the juicy prick thrusting in and out of her throat.

Linda moaned softly as all the lusty visions of Jake she had in her head teamed up with the sharp spermy smell of his crotch and as his prick juices streamed down over his big balls despite her sucking lips clamped down tight on his pole.

A twinge of pleasure suddenly shot through her large, luscious tit as Jake bit down on the turgid nipple. Linda gulped on his dick. His tongue was rippling around the areola, lapping over the creamy flesh as it was exposed and thrust out of her bra. His teeth grazed the nipple, then bit it, and then his whole mouth sank down on it and sucked. His two fingers prodded and twitched around inside her slick twat. He was breathing hard, heavy and fast. As another shiver of pleasure racked her sexed-up body, she felt just on the edge of coming.

Her cunt muscles clutched at the fucking twitching male fingers. She gasped and buried her nose in Jake's blond crotch hairs. His prick stiffened in her throat as if turned to stone, then convulsed and shot a load of cum splattering into her mouth. Linda moaned, swallowed, ground her twat against his churning finger, and peaked. Her orgasm cascaded through her, with short spasms and peaks, whenever Jake bit at her nipple or shot another load into her throat.

Finally Linda lapped up the last bit of juice from Jake's dick and sat up, pushing her long blond hair back. Jake faced her, his eyes a little glazed, but fixed on her.

"You're some woman," he half moaned, then pulled her close to him and kissed her full on the mouth, licking his own juice from her lips and throat with his tongue, all in full view of everybody in the jam of cars.

The balding man in the next car gasped and shot his wad into his hand as he watched the couple locked mouth to mouth, kissing and loving each other.

"Well, you're a hunk of a man," replied Linda after their long hot kiss was over. She sat up straight at the steering wheel and tried to straighten her hair and dress, not to mention placing her tittie back in her bra and it back inside her dress. "Fm gonna look a mess now and I've got appointments this afternoon."

Jake's eyebrows shot up. He immediately thought of one thing: shit, a hooker. Was she going to try and charge him?

"What kind of appointments?" he asked matter of f actly.

"Oh, I told you I was just a bored housewife. So what does a bored housewife do when she's so bored? She looks for a job, that's what. I do have a B.A., though it hasn't done much for me behind a stove."

Jake perked up. "Are you serious about looking for a job?"

"Well, it's not for the money . . . but I get kind of bored these days."

Jake chuckled, and Linda found herself blushing.

"What kind of a job? Fm not just asking out of the blue. You just happen to have hit on an expert in the field."

"I know!" she butted in, trying to match his chuckle.

"No, really. I run an employment agency downtown. Did you have anything specific in mind?"

"Well, at first I thought it'd have to be something secretarial. I can type and all.

But that hardly sounds like the kind of job to relieve boredom."

Linda watched Jake's face as it lighted up, fascinated by the way his eyes seemed to click and calculate like a computer. He was about to hatch a deal for her.

"Just a sec . . ." He reached inside his sport coat and pulled out a wallet and a pen. Out of the wallet came a card. He scribbled a name and a number on the back of it. "Here. That's my card so you can call me whenever you want, especially if what you want is more loving in a more comfortable situation than this. On the back is the name and number of somebody who might have what you're looking for. If you're not interested, call me, and I'll find something else for you. And.. " Jake hesitated as if thinking something over quickly that he wasn't sure of. "There'll be no fee. It's on the house." His grin showed he was proud of his magnanimity. It must be rare, thought Linda, especially judging from the high roll of his lifestyle.

Linda took the card.

"I'd love to see you again, can't you tell?" She leaned forward and gave him a short kiss on the cheek then another one on his mouth. He started to plunge his hot tongue in, but she pulled back. "I doubt if we'd have time," she said quietly.

"Oh, shit!" he yelped. His eyes had caught the road ahead. Cars were beginning to move. "Don't forget to give me a call, Linda," he said as he bolted out of the car.

In a minute the traffic was moving. Jake's lane moved faster than Linda's, and in a few minutes he was out of sight.

Linda tossed her head lightly, catching how she looked in the rear-view mirror. It had all happened so fast it could have been a dream. She reached in her bag and pulled out a Lifesaver. Except for that sweet taste Jake had left in her mouth.

In a few minutes she passed the scene of the accident which had created the jam, but there was nothing left but a broken guard rail and a police car. She glanced at her watch: already quarter to three. Was it worth going into the city at this hour?

Then she remembered the card. She began looking for a phone booth alongside the road. When Jake had given her the card, she'd thought she might try his number, but the other one seemed a bit farfetched. She glanced at the name written on the back: Joe Di Fuoco. The name meant nothing to her. And she hadn't even remembered to ask Jake what kind of job it was.

Linda shrugged her shoulders. What did she have to lose?

She found a telephone booth right in front of a Marlboro Man billboard, at a rest turn-off. Linda parked the car and got out, pulling her pocketbook after her by its long strap. A gentle breeze caught her hair, lifting it off her shoulders for a second. It made her feel light, cheery, ready for anything.

She listened as the phone rang at the other end of the line. She was almost ready to hang up when a man answered. "Yeah?"

"Ah, Mr. Di Fuoco?" asked Linda in her most businesslike voice. The man on the end of the line responded. "Yes, it is," he said.

"Jake . . . Stephens suggested I call you. It seems you have an opening of some kind?" Linda hoped the man would fill in the details himself.

"Jake suggested you call me? Well, that's good enough for me honey. Come on up."

"Well," said Linda, clearing her throat, "I don't have your address."

"Well, that can be arranged." The man rattled off a number and street and gave directions on how to get there. Linda hung up and walked out of the phone booth a bit dazed, still not knowing what the job was, but with an appointment an hour off.

"Havin' engine trouble, lady?" a voice barked out at her. She looked up abruptly and found herself face to face with a young guy in a mechanic's jumpsuit, grinning from ear to ear.

"Oh, you startled me," she said stepping back and eyeing him again. He was a little

rough-looking, short and wiry, with tousled black hair and a mean mustache.

"Women sometimes say that about me, gotta admit." His tongue flicked across his lower lip, accenting his grin.

"I'll just bet they do," she answered, getting into his style. The change in her tone of voice made a change in the mechanic. He pushed the sleeves up higher, even though they were already rolled up over his biceps, obviously to draw attention to his muscles. Linda gave them the attention he wanted. Curly black hairs sprouted out of the open vee of his jumpsuit showing off a nice broad chest. A familiar little shiver ran up her spine.

Three different men in one day? Well, why not, she thought to herself. Her glance ran down to his crotch. His eyes were glued to her tits, and his prick was responding in kind. A pole seemed to have suddenly sprouted down one leg of the jumpsuit.

"Well, there's nothing at all wrong with my car, I'm afraid," Linda said suddenly, remembering what the situation was supposed to be about.

"Nothing to be afraid of there," he replied cockily. Linda's eyes wandered and fastened on his crotch. It seemed to be getting even longer. She caught herself and looked back up at his face, remembering she had an appointment to keep. But his eyes had caught every hungry second of her stare. She was a bit embarrassed, but there was something in his manner that made embarrassment seem ridiculous.

"You're a horny guy," she blurted out.

"I'd love to make it with you, baby," he said, his voice noticeably tight. His hand grazed over his pant leg; his prick jerked in full view of Linda.

"That'd be nice, but I've got an appointment in an hour."

"We could make it in my truck," he suggested urgently, giving a nod in that direction. Linda looked off behind him at the repair truck with its big block and tackle, but small cab. If it had to be sex cooped up in his truck or her car, it didn't seem worth it.

"Too cramped, and..."

"Hey, how about right back there in those bushes behind the billboard?"

"Are you crazy?" she replied laughing, but followed his look back to the billboard and the bushes he was talking about. Glancing back at the mechanic, first his prick, then his eyes pleaded with her to say yes. A shudder of excitement ran through her. Her nipples stiffened slightly inside her bra, making her even more aroused than just the sight of this little stud. A new voice inside her said: why not?

"Come on, baby. I won't get nothin' messed up. Just let me feel those hot tits of yours with my tongue. I'll just jerk off if you want. Please?"

"The jerking off is out, but the rest sounds okay. Why not?" She turned on her heels and walked back behind the billboard and toward the bushes. She was already half way there before the mechanic realized Linda had agreed. He walked and half ran to catch up with her. Linda was already standing hidden from the road in the clump of bushes when he reached her side.

The mechanic moved to grab hold of her.

"Wait a minute. I don't want you getting any grease on me."

"Shit, my hands are clean."

"Maybe, but your outfit isn't."

"So, what you want me to do ..." He knew the answer before he'd finished. A grin flashed from ear to ear. "Okay, baby." He grabbed hold of his prick through his trouser leg and squeezed for a second, then he pulled the zipper right down his chest to his crotch, unbuckled and dropped the jumpsuit around his ankles, pulling his arms out of the sleeves. His prick jumped to attention like a flag pole.

As Linda looked him up and down for a second, the mechanic took two steps forward and thrust both hands under her dress, lifting it right up to the waistband of her panties. The sheer material exposed a brownish gold triangular shadow at her crotch. He fell to his knees, his prick bobbing in the air and licked all over the shadowed material with long-tongued laps, trying to taste her pussy through her panties. In seconds they were plastered wet to her twat.

Linda hummed softly with pleasure. She spread her thighs just a bit and pushed his head closer to the slot of her cunt. Her fingers played through his dark hair, then across his shoulders, as the mechanic inched her panties down over her pubis with his tongue.

As his tongue reached her vulva, it plunged in, flicking and lashing about. A moan of pleasure came from his throat. Linda rocked her pelvis gently, coaxing his tongue deeper into her cunt. Both her hands moved from his hair to his cheekbones, urging his mouth to more sucking and tonguing. Ripples of sensation ran up from her twat all over her body. Her nipples itched hard against her bra. He ate out her pussy like a hungry truck driver.

It was hard to believe that once she'd made up her mind to get herself satisfied Linda could fuck with three men in the space of a few hours. She could hardly believe this rough and tumble guy was down on his knees here in the bushes with cars whizzing by at top speed only a few yards away. It was a revelation. It seemed that to get all she wanted she just had to meet men halfway. His chin slick and dripping with cunt juices, the mechanic staggered to his feet. The veins popped out on his prick, his balls were pulled up tight to the shaft, and a dribble of juice hung down from the tip of his prick to the ground.

"Jesus, let me fuck that pussy, baby," he panted. Linda realized that he was just the right height to suck and chew on her titties while he plunged his dick in and out of her twat. Gently she pushed the neck of her dress down and freed her breasts from the bra. At the sight of the large creamy globes with their pink nutlike nipples, the mechanic sucked his mouth right down on first the left one, then the right. He licked, tickled, pulled, and bit all over each tit. Linda groaned. Her whole body exploded in excitement as the little jabs of pleasure shot their message all over her. She ran her hands over his broad back and down to the start of his hard round ass.

One of the things she always noted about men was the shape of their asses. This one was perfect. She grabbed at it with her long fingers as he chewed and tongued at her tits.

One of his hands left her breasts and moved down and slid all over her twat, then lifted off. Before she knew it she felt a shaft poking at her pussy lips, slipping over the dripping juices, nudging and prodding her aroused clit, and then like an eel it shot deep up her eunt. The veiny hard prick plunged in deeper and longer than she thought possible, until finally his hairy balls slapped up against her labia, and a grunt of pleasure erupted from his throat.

Linda's body shuddered with excitement as the mechanic's stiff prick began ramming in and out of her pussy in long, fast strokes, while his mouth sucked and nibbled all over her tits. She bent over him just a bit more so that she could grab hold of his butt with both hands and help him fuck deeper up her cunt.

Before she realized it, she was aroused to a fever pitch. She gasped and groaned as the mechanic's cock fucked her to her peak.

"Oh, baby, I'm gonna shoot all the love juice right up that hot twat of yours. Get ready. Oh, yeah. Take it!" Linda freed one of her hands from his thrusting butt, just in time to grab hold of his balls and feel them suck up to his shaft, exploding cum up her pussy. The wave crashed and rolled inside her. His teeth clamped down on one nipple as he jutted and jabbed his prick hard up her cunt. Her orgasm shattered her from head to toe, as she held onto his butt and balls for dear life.

"Wow, you're a hot little stud," panted Linda as they pulled apart, their orgasms having abated. He reached up and kissed the big blonde full on the mouth, stroking her long hair, then plunging his tongue between her tender lips, A sharp, salty taste met her tongue; her own pussy juices. It gave her a wild, crazy sensation.

Without a word, Linda pulled away from his fervent kiss, and in a lowering crouch, "began licking her way down over his chin, then his neck, among the mesh of black, sweaty hairs on his chest, down his rippling abdomen, until the sharp odor of his still jerking prick reached her nostrils. In seconds her hot mouth engulfed every pulsing inch of cock. Her own juices mixed with his sperm made her drunk. She lapped and sucked and gurgled on the big pole, fingering his big balls all the while.

Her pussy was suddenly red-hot all over again. Linda rose and plunged the softening prick up her cunt and came again. The mechanic's prick hardened up at the touch of her. He licked over her chin and neck, smelling the sweetness of her flesh.

"Ooh, I don't believe it," moaned Linda, as she recovered from her second orgasm in five minutes. All at once she remembered her appointment. She glanced at her watch panic stricken. She had twenty minutes to go. "Oh, honey, I've got to get out of here. My appointment!" she exclaimed, pulling up her panties, pulling down her dress, easing her titties back into her bra, and smoothing the knit dress back into place.

The mechanic stood there naked, ogling

Linda and stroking at his stiffened prick while she straightened up. Just as she smiled at him, preparing to say goodbye, he grabbed hold of his balls with one hand and pumped a spurt of cum out of his rod with the other, then another spurt and another. Linda had to step back quickly to avoid getting his sperm splattered all over her dress.

"I couldn't help it. I just had to shoot off again, baby. Shit. I wish I could fuck your pussy again. I'd get hard real fast," he begged. Linda smiled. She stepped forward and ran her finger over his dripping dick, then licked it. The mechanic's eyes bugged out of his head. "Jesus, I never seen a chick like you..."

"Well, I hope you do again. I've got to run to my appointment. Have a nice day." And she was gone. With his cock in his hand, the mechanic stared after her dumbstruck, his jumpsuit in a tangle around his ankles, still oblivious of the cars whizzing by.