Chapter 1
No one could see, so Bunny opened her legs wide beneath her desk. The air from the open window in front of her sent a pleasant coolness over her knees, up her moist, soft thighs, settling against the heated lips of her vagina. Ahh, so good to relax!
The noisy, almost confusingly loud sounds of the metallic pounding of the typewriters sent Bunny Ames into a dream-state of total abyss and unconscious absentmindedness. Despite the fact that she was the head of the entire department and could come and go as she pleased, it had been a particularly trying day. Friday always seemed to be and the last minute bustle and confusion accompanying the termination of the week's work only seemed to increase the drain of her energy. The incessant pounding of the faulty air-conditioner against the prefabricated wall of the office and the staccato tacking sounds of the electric typewriters seemed to mesmerize Bunny and transfix her eyes on the work sheet before her. She tried to appear busy and attending to business but all she could really look forward to was a nice long relaxing week-end at home with her son, Josh.
"Excuse me, could I see you in my office for a moment?" The sound of the intercom penetrated through Bunny's ear lie the piercing sensation of a red hot arrow and she looked at her watch and saw it was near 4:30. She knew that Mr. Starr would want to pursue the topic he had started to discuss that morning with her.
"Yes, I'll be right in," Bunny reluctantly sighed. She rose from her seat and quickly sought a good reason for turning down any proposal he might have for her. It seemed that ever since she had taken her new job with this progressive engineering consultant firm, her Fridays were always marked by Mr. Starr's insistence that she accompany him and his wife to some outing or event. Before entering his office she looked at her beautiful face, out-lined with long flaxen blonde hair, and decided she looked suitable for once again politely brushing off her boss's subtle, yet convincingly forward and somewhat strange advances for a married man. She was certain they had sexual overtones -- but then, he al-ways invited her somewhere with himself and his wife.
Peter Starr casually threw his long legs on the top of his highly polished mahogany desk the moment Bunny walked in his office. She timidly poked her head through the little crack in the door she had made when she slightly opened it and asked his permission to enter.
"Come, in Bunny," he said with the strong aura of authority hanging over his every word. "Let's talk."
Bunny strode to the big overstuffed chair in front of Pete's desk and the visual sight of pure erotic delight she evoked, forced Pete to swallow his Adam's apple as her incredibly well-formed, lush figure came to rest only inches away from him. God, Pete thought to himself, would I like to just lick every inch of her milky body. He surveyed her gorgeous features and come to the. conclusion (as he'd done so many times in the last few months) , that Bunny Ames was truly the most beautiful woman he had ever set eyes on.
She walked with a smooth flowing motion that provided her luscious torso with an assured sense of smoking sensuality. Her round, gorgeously firm and well-defined buttocks and pelvis undulated and strained against the sheer material of her skirt. Above her trim, tempting waist loomed her enormous milky breasts which swayed and rocked heavily and jiggled with a jelly-like effect as her shoulders shifted in the chair as Bunny searched for a comfortable position. She tried to appear be-fittingly subservient as she looked at Pete Starr and -seductively crossed her legs, ex-posing the firm, almost muscular thighs which were so exquisitely show-cased in the sheer nylons she wore.
"Bunny," Pete said, "Sheila and I are going to Huntington Beach this weekend and I was wondering if you'd like to come along. I know you've been working terribly hard and I thought you might like the rest. Whaddya say?"
Although she was hesitant to spend time with Pete Starr and his wife, the thought of just lying out on a hot beach all weekend was something she knew she'd appreciate. She knew that Pete would definitely cover all her expenses, yet she thought of Josh, her eighteen-year-old son, and she looked for a gracious way out of Pete's suggestion.
"Gee, Mr. Starr, I really appreciate the offer, but Josh would be home alone and I really don't like the idea of him being unsupervised," she lamely said. "I don't know, I don't think I should."
"Oh come on now, Bunny," Pete chided, "I know Josh and I think he could take care of himself, and remember you won't have to come back to work on Monday, because we are planning to stay until Monday evening."
"I really don't think I should Mr. Starr," she timidly intoned, "you see ..."
"Now just a second, Bunny," he went on, "I'll tell you what. Sheila suggested last night that perhaps our daughter, Marcia, would like to make the trip with us and since she and Josh are about the same age, I think it would be a great idea to bring both kids along with us. That way we can all get better acquainted and your worries about your son's safety will be without basis."
"Well, I don't know ..." she went on, "Oh I guess it'll be all right. Yes, I think maybe I'd like that, Mr. Starr," Bunny reluctantly admitted.
"Fine, fine," Pete said with obvious delight. "Now why don't you leave work early and get everything in order and Sheila and I could pick you up around 6 o'clock."
The manner in which Pete emphasized `Sheila' led Bunny to believe that she had nothing to fear in terms of Pete's overpowering physical presence, but the idea of riding with the Starrs on the four-hour drive to Huntington Beach was not to Bunny's liking.
"Look, Mr. Starr," she exclaimed, "I think it would be better if Josh and I meet you and your family at the beach. That way we'll have more time to prepare ourselves and make sure all the loose ends are tied before we leave."
"O.K. fine," he said. "I'll give you the address and phone number to the place we'll be staying. It's my brother's place. He's single and really likes to have people around on the weekends. I think he's lonely and he just doesn't want to admit it, but you'll be extremely impressed with his home. He's a relatively famous writer, you know. He wrote The Decay of Europe, a very successful book. Have you read it, by chance, Bunny?"
"No, I'm sorry to say I haven't, Mr. Starr, but ..."
She was again interrupted to hear his raucous, booming voice almost bellow as he stated, "and I want you to call me Pete from now on, Bunny, is that understood?" He jokingly went on. "I think we've run this formal greeting business just about to its logical extreme, don't you think?"
"Yes, I guess you're right," she said, smiling forcefully and not really knowing or for that matter caring how to appropriately behave in such an awkward situation.
"Well, I guess that just about does it," the middle-aged executive said. "You had better leave for home then, if you expect to make it to the beach before sundown. I know the sun sets late in these July evenings," Pete said, "but I think you'd best try to get a jump on it and avoid some of the rush hour traffic."
"I'd best be going then," Bunny gushed, as she picked up the steno pad she had planned to use and headed for the door. Her eyes swept the graying, but still attractive man as his weathered masculine features seemed to beam with the satisfaction of persuading her to see things his way.
"Good day, Bunny," he said. "We will see you tonight." Pete Starr's eyes trained on the lightly bouncing and jutting buttocks of the tall blonde as she sashayed out the door and his mind mentally ripped off her clothes as he visualized the firm, youthful beauty of her rippling body. He leaned back in his over-stuffed, executive recliner and patted himself on the back, much the same as he had when he was a young man, and had put another notch on his sexual belt. He just knew that Bunny Ames was an explosive, highly-sexed young woman who would no doubt see things as he saw them in the coming nights. As her long statuesque legs made whisking noises as the nylon material one her soft fleshy inner thighs rubbed together, Bunny made her gracious exit, and Pete Starr knew just where he wanted to make his entry into the voluptuous young woman -- right up between those gorgeous young legs of hers! And by God, this weekend, he intended to do it!