Chapter 1

Delia Longstreet laughed and struggled with Horace Hayden's head. He had stopped the car on this lonely beach road, issued a drunken, tortured moan, and fallen face down in her lap. He had pushed up her skirt His mouth, hot and wet with passion, plastered hungry kisses on her thighs.

"Delia . . . Oh, Delia. You're so beautiful!"

"Yes, and you had much too much to drink at the office party, Horace. You don't know what you're saying. Come on, be a nice man and behave yourself."

Delia knew, of course, that Horace wasn't about to stop. The ice was broken and he was over the brink. The gates of his resistance were down, crumbled, made mincemeat of, and it was about time. She had wondered how long he could endure her teasing. Now she knew. She felt amused and triumphant. Now she could reap the rewards of her efforts.

AH of which should be great fun, Delia mused. She'd love to hear him whine. He had never treated her very nicely at Midway Beach Realty where they both worked and she, in her own inimitable way, had vowed to get the better of Kim. Horace Hayden, prim, staid, stern and the al-business-all-the-time type, was the office manager. She was a clerk-typist under him. Horace was her boss. And it seemed to her that he went out of his way to be unpleasant toward her, had done so ever since she'd been with the firm.

For a man in his late forties, he had been the coldest fish she'd ever been unfortunate enough to meet. But she hadn't let his sour disposition get her down. Instead, she had accepted it as a challenge to her feminine allure. She'd made up her mind to bring him to her feet. He was only a man, after all, and she'd never seen one in her entire twenty-two years who, if handled just right, couldn't be had.

Tonight was victory night, though. Here he was, groveling for her, his bushy graving head bouncing up and down as he slavered over her perfumed white flesh. And for a long moment Delia allowed him to continue. Let him get thoroughly stimulated, she decided, and then she could put on the brakes. She could imagine the happy results. She'd definitely make him sweat.

The office party had presented the opportunity. Their boss had thrown it to celebrate a huge sale of beach property they'd been trying to move before the exclusive sale rights ran out, and they had succeeded just hours ahead of the deadline. The commission to Midway Beach Realty was a small fortune in itself. Thus the celebration. Food and booze had been brought in and the entire organization had enjoyed the happy shindig.

Horace Hayden, to Delia's complete surprise, had got drunk. She hadn't imagined that the normally self-possessed office manager would do such a thing, but he had. And the drunker he got, the more his large black eyes sought her out. Delia had been delighted. Well, she had thought to herself, the bastard was finally coming around.

She'd begun to wonder if she'd lost her touch. In the office, ostensibly without purpose, she had used her feminine wiles on him every chance she got. She brushed against him, slung her golden blonde hair near his face so he could catch its exotic perfume. At the movable typing table where she worked, where he could get a clear view of her legs, she had shown him just enough to antagonize his senses, pretending she was unaware of his secret glances. He looked but he never once let his hair down and made a pass. She'd begun to doubt he ever would.

Now, however, the cat was out of the bag. He had stumbled up to her at the party and asked if she had a ride home, and when she told him no, he'd muttered that he'd give her a lift. She'd known then that something was going to happen. Umm humm, she'd thought, sex begins to rear its ugly head.

Now, with her dress up to her waist and Horace gushing hot kisses on her creamy thighs, Delia settled farther down on the car seat so that he could get at her more easily. At the same time she gripped his hair and made a weak attempt at resistance. This tantalized him more, naturally, and his lips began crawling lustfully toward her cunt.

Smiling to herself, Delia felt her pussy tingling, sending delicious sensations through her flesh. This kind of situation she dearly loved. It turned her on. Give her ten minutes, she joyously mused, and she'd have his tongue poked halfway up her belly, sending her to the stars. It would be a fitting end to the silent cold war that had previously existed between them. Degrade the hell out of the hateful bastard . . . that was the ticket. Laugh in his face while he gorged helplessly at her cunt. What in the world could be sweeter!

Horace's knees hit the floorboard of the car with a dull thud as he wrangled to wedge his face between her legs. She resisted only mildly as he forced up one thigh, dove under it and came up between her legs, plastering the in-sides of both thighs with hot, frantic kisses.

"I've got to eat you! I can't stand it another minute!"

Delia pushed at his hot forehead with both hands. "Oh, no, you don't! Stop this, Horace. Stop acting like a fool!"

"But why? Why!"

"Because I don't want you to. This is all so sudden. I never even dreamed you were interested in me. You certainly didn't show it before. I'm surprised at you, Horace. This sudden attack leaves me shocked. If I'd known you were going to act this way I wouldn't have let you drive me home. You're drunker than I thought."

"I had to get drunk. I couldn't get up enough nerve to tell you how I felt. I couldn't get the words out otherwise."

"Oh? And just how do you feel about me, Horace? I'd really like to know."

"I'm wild about you, darling! You're the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen!"

"Well, that's very nice, and I appreciate the compliment. But I don't happen to feel the same toward you, Horace."

"You do, too! I know you do!"

"Why do you think that?"

I'm not blind, darling. You've flirted with me, you've practically thrown yourself at me. God, if you only knew how I've tried to resist falling in love with you! But no longer! I give up! I'll do anything for you. I worship you, Delia, I swear! I'm going crazy for you!"

He renewed his struggle, his panting mouth searching for her flesh. She held him at bay. The expression of his face, dimly visible in the moonlight, displayed his anguish. Delia was amused. She had him going now. She felt excited.

"No, you're badly mistaken, Horace. I've never flirted with you. You've been imagining things. You must have the world's biggest ego if you thought that. It's not true in the least. I was never interested in you that way. Why would I be? You always treated me so horribly! If anything, I should hate you. I don't, but I should. I'd certainly be justified."

"If I acted badly it was because I was fighting-fighting both you and myself . . . to keep from throwing myself at your feet! I'm sorry for the way I acted, Delia! You've got to believe me! I love you! I'm going out of my mind!"

She stifled a laugh, nestled her legs closer against his inflamed cheeks. "Well, I'm sorry this has all happened," she said seriously. "I had no idea. But regardless, Horace, you must get hold of yourself. Well pretend none of this ever happened. Now please, take me home. It's late and we both have to work tomorrow. We must be sensible."

"No!" Horace blurted hoarsely. "No! I've got to have you!"

He ran his hands up to her panties, caught the elastic, jerked them down her legs and off, swearing determinedly. He flung the panties in the back seat. "Now that I've broken the ice," he growled crazily, "I'm not backing down."

"What are you going to do? Rape me? Listen, Horace, don't be stupid. You're not the caveman type."

"Rape or not, I'm going to eat you."

"Oh no, you're not, either! Horace, you're making me angry!"

"Take off your clothes, Delia."

"What! Here in this car? Somebody could come along. You think I'd want to be caught naked? By the police maybe? Now I know you've lost your mind."

"Nobody ever travels this road after midnight, so don't worry, we won't be disturbed."

"I wouldn't think of undressing here, with you, anyway. I don't know who you think you are. You're taking too much for granted."

"You want me to tear your dress off you?"

"You wouldn't dare!"

Delia began to have her doubts, though, about what he might or might not do. She'd never seen him act like this. She commenced to wonder if she hadn't grabbed a tiger by the tail. Not that she was frightened. Actually, she was delighted. She'd been trying to stir the beast in him to action, and now she had. But she was still surprised. She hadn't thought he'd turn so demanding, so rough, so horny that he'd actually attack her. It was incredible.

He grabbed the top of her dress. "Goddamn it, I'm not kidding!"

"Don't-wait a minute. I paid a fortune for this dress. I can't afford to have it ruined!"

"Are you going to strip or not?"

"Listen, Horace-please. Can't we settle down and talk this over? I mean-honestly!"

"Take it off or I rip it off!"

"Horace, be reasonable! For God's sake!"

He started to jerk the material again. She heard a small ripping sound. Then she was sure.

"No! Don't tear it! I'll do it. I think you're insane, but I'll do it. This just happens to be my best dress."

Still on his knees before her, he watched her remove the garment. In the moonlight his eyes glowed hot and eager. Before she got completely nude he moaned horribly, kissed her legs gustily and then quickly pushed his face between her thighs, ground his mouth to her pussy mound.

Delia didn't fight it. She finished lifting the garment over her head. She casually folded it as best she could, then reached over and dropped it carefully on the back seat.

Horace pushed his tongue in her cunt. Delia looked down at him, smiled and studied the back of his burrowing head. Then, entirely naked, she lay her blonde head back, stretched her arms, feeling both delicious and voluptuous at this happy turn of events. If there was anything she loved, it was having her pussy eaten. She wondered how good Horace would be.