Chapter 2
Carla came into the room wearing a cream-colored robe that covered her from neck to ankles, but which had been so well tailored to her figure that it temptingly emphasized every line of her magnificent body. Beneath the sweeping hem of the robe, a pair of dainty red slippers completed her attire, and I knew both from past experience and from the way the robe clung to her that she had little if any clothing on under the robe.
I got to my feet but made no move to go to her. She looked me up and down closely, an amused smile on her lips. "Well, Phil," she said huskily, "when I told you to make yourself at home, I didn't know you were going to take me so literally."
I looked down at my polka dot shorts and grinned. "I wanted you to see me at my best."
"You're hiding your best," Carla said with a suggestive glance at my shorts.
"I was saving that little treat for you," I told her.
"For me?" Her eyes widened with feigned innocence.
"Just for you," I answered, chuckling.
"You mean I get to take them off?"
"I wouldn't think of letting anyone else do it," I said.
"You're so good to me, Phil," Carla said with a completely straight face.
I threw back my head and laughed. That's what I liked about Carla. I could always count on her to say the right thing at the right time, to inject just the right tone into our relationship whenever it was needed. And at that moment, I really needed the laugh she gave me.
"How about a drink?" I said when I had stopped laughing.
"Sure."
I mixed a drink for her and another one for myself, and we clinked glasses and drank. I still hadn't touched her, and I guess we made an odd sort of picture at the moment, me in my shorts and she in her robe, standing there and drinking and just looking at each other over the rims of our glasses. But this was just the warm-up, the prelude to what was going to happen later on. Carla's eyes told me everything, and the story they told made my blood start to race a little faster.
"Well," I said, "shall we sit down?"
Carla took another sip of her drink, continuing to look at me with those light blue eyes of hers. "It isn't fair," she said finally. "What isn't fair?"
"You're way ahead of me."
"Well, just a few drinks...."
"I wasn't talking about drinks," Carla said. "Huh?"
"I've got more clothes on than you," Carla said, pouting prettily.
"Oh ... I see." I nodded my head understandingly.
"I think we should at least start even, don't you, Phil?"
"Certainly."
"Make us even, Phil."
I grinned at her, knowing what she meant. I gulped down the rest of my drink and put the empty glass on the table. "Finish your drink," I told her.
Carla raised the glass to her lips and drained it dry. I took the glass from her and set it down on the table next to mine.
"Let's see now," I said, rubbing my hands together briskly. "If I understand you correctly, you want me to correct the discrepancy that exists in the amount of clothing each of us has on. Is that correct?"
"Oh-oh," Carla said. "Those drinks are beginning to get to you."
"Who says so?" I demanded.
"I do. You're starting to talk fancy. You usually do that when you've had too much to drink."
I smiled easily at her. "I've had a few drinks, to be sure," I admitted. "But I'm not drunk, and I'm not about to get drunk, and just because I indulge in what you call 'fancy talk' is no reason for you to presume I cannot control my intake of alcohol."
"See?" Carla said triumphantly. "You're doing it again."
"Oh, come now," I said with great dignity. "I can talk plain if I have to, and you know it"
"Prove it," Carla said.
I gave her a long, level look. "I'm going to make us start even," I said, spacing each word carefully. "That means I'm going to strip you down until both of us have the same amount of clothing on."
Carla's eyes twinkled. "That's the kind of plain talk I like to hear."
"And now for some plain action," I added, reaching for her.
Carla remained standing quietly while my hands went to the belt of her robe. I loosened the belt and flicked the robe open. She was wearing only a bra and panties underneath. I moved around in back of her, slipped the robe off her shoulders, then pulled it down her arms and off completely.
Carla still hadn't moved, and I stood behind her, the robe held loosely in my hand, and let my eyes roam over her body. Carla looked beautiful from any angle front, side, or rear. Her long black hair brushed gently against her shoulders, and my eyes followed the supple curve of her back, down past the white bra strap to the intriguing incurve at the small of her back, and then on to the full swell of her buttocks. Through the sheer nylon of her panties, each finely curved hemisphere of her buttocks was clearly visible, the gently rounded contours prettily displayed.
I let my eyes move lower, studying the perfection of her legs. The backs of her thighs were firm-fleshed and round, and her calves curved enticingly into slim ankles. As I watched her, Carla shifted her weight from one foot to the other, and this slight movement set up intriguing ripples in the flesh of her thighs and buttocks.
For one wild moment I had the sudden urge to rip the panties right off of her, exposing those rippling buttocks in all their beauty, but I fought the urge down. There would be plenty of time later for removing her panties-and I wouldn't have to rip them off, either. I'd take them off slow and easy, savoring every moment.
I looked down at her robe in my hands and tossed the robe on the couch, then moved around in front of her and faced her. Carla smiled as our eyes met, and I smiled back at her. She straightened up and drew back her shoulders as I continued to look her over. Her full breasts strained against the confining bra, the nipples puckering darkly through the thin material. She sucked in her stomach and drew her shoulders back further, lifting her breasts high.
I smiled at her and crooked a finger and said, "Come here."
Carla moved close to me. I put both my hands on her shoulders and slowly turned her around so her back was to me. I let go of her shoulders and knelt down behind her and took hold of one slim ankle. She lifted her foot obediently, and I took off the red slipper. Then I did the same with the other foot. I straightened up, still standing behind her, and whispered in her ear, "Now we're both barefoot."
"Yes," she whispered back over her shoulder. "But we're not even. I have on more clothes than you do."
I grinned and reached up and took hold of her bra strap and swiftly unhooked it, feeling it spring free under the sudden release of tension. I stepped closer to her, and at the same time she moved backward, pushing her soft buttocks into my middle. Working from behind her, I slipped the loosened bra from her shoulders and let it drop to the carpet at her feet.
"And now we're both bare-chested," I uttered.
"That makes us exactly even, too," Carla said, still keeping her back to me. She moved her buttocks against me insinuatingly. "You want to take off my panties now, Phil?"
"In a little while," I answered. I slipped my hands under her arms and took hold of her breasts from the rear, cupping them and letting my fingers curl up over the front of them.
Carla let out a long sigh and wiggled her breasts and nuzzled my face in the fragrance of her hair.
"Mmmm, I like that," Carla murmured.
"You mean this?" I asked, nuzzling her again and kissing her behind the ear.
"Not exactly," Carla answered. "I meant this." She placed her hands over mine as I held her breasts, and she squeezed, forcing my fingers to tighten around her breasts.
"Always glad to oblige," I whispered in her ear, and as she dropped her hands from mine, I began to squeeze and caress her breasts from the rear, letting my fingers press gently into the soft flesh, then releasing my grip for a moment, then squeezing again. Each of her full, swelling breasts was a delightful handful in itself, and I worked on both of them together, feeling the warmth of her breasts in my palms and the soft texture of her skin against my fingertips.
Carla leaned back against me, her buttocks working slowly against my middle while I held her breasts. I let my head rest on her shoulder, nuzzling her all the while, nipping at the lobe of her ear with my teeth, kissing the side of her neck. I could feel a pulse beating steadily in her throat, and I inhaled deeply of the scent of perfume she wore.
"Mmmmm," Carla said again, and I was suddenly very conscious of the two remaining bits of clothing both of us still wore-my shorts and her panties. I wanted them off now. I wanted those soft buttocks with no fabric between us.
I let my hands drop from her breasts and moved my hands slowly down the length of her body until they rested on her hips. I waited a moment, then took hold of her panties and started to slip them down. It wasn't an easy job because Carla kept her buttocks pressed tightly against me, but I worked the panties down over her stomach first and rubbed my hands over her stomach until finally she moved forward a little, and I knew she was ready for me to remove the panties all the way.
I took hold of the back of the panties and slid them down over her curving buttocks, then knelt behind her as I pulled the panties down her legs and to her ankles. She stepped out of them daintily and turned to face me as I straightened up Her eyes were shining with eagerness, and she put her hands on the waistband of my shorts.
"You promised," she whispered.
"Go ahead," I said, smiling down at her.
Her slim fingers hooked themselves inside my shorts and she slowly moved them down over my stomach. She paused, then knelt before me and pulled the shorts all the way down. I stepped out of them quickly and kicked them aside.
I looked down at Carla, and she smiled up at me and said, "There's a big quilt at the foot of the bed, Phil. Will you get it for me, please?"
Disappointment must have shown on my face, because she smiled gently and said, "It'll only take a moment."
I nodded and went into the bedroom of her suite and found the quilt. It was big and bulky and soft and made quite an armful as I carried it back into the drawing room. As I entered the room, I stopped short. Carla had turned off all the lights, and the room was in darkness.
"Just a second, Phil," her voice floated out in the darkness.
I heard a click, and against one wall, the wall opposite the full-length mirror, an imitation fire began to glow in a fake fireplace.
"Over here," Carla called out.
"Well, well," I said brightly as I crossed the darkened room, "that's real cozy."
Carla chuckled and took the quilt from me. "We really should have a tiger-skin rug and a genuine fireplace for this, but they don't equip hotel suites that way any more."
"This'll do just fine," I said, and I helped her spread out the quilt in front of the fireplace. The imitation fire looked pretty realistic at that. Behind some composition logs, red and yellow light bulbs flickered on and off, giving a good imitation of a genuine fire burning low.
Carla stretched out on her side on the rug and looked up at me. In the flickering, wavering light, her body gleamed softly, intriguing shadows moving across her breasts and stomach and thighs. I sank down to the quilt next to her, and she moved immediately into my arms.
Her mouth found mine, and her warm lips touched mine in a soft kiss. We held the kiss for a long while, our lips touching lightly, our arms around each other. Then I felt her lips part, and the tip of her tongue moved out, probing against my lips and teeth I opened my mouth slightly, and her tongue darted in, warm and searching.
I tightened the grip of my arms about her, and she squirmed her body closer to mine. I could feel her full breasts pushing against my bare chest, and the softness of her stomach against my middle sent warmth all through me.
Outside, the wind picked up, rattling the windows and howling around the corner of the building. It made everything seem doubly warm and cozy there on the quilt in front of the phony fireplace and the imitation fire. The drinks I'd had were spreading their intoxicating heat through me, and the close contact with Carla's soft, supple body added to the effect. Deep inside me a small stirring of hunger for her began to build up. It would, I knew, get stronger and stronger until finally the pressing need for her would be too great to hold back.
Carla moaned softly, and her tongue moved into my mouth again, caressing, probing, touching my tongue and circling it. Her slim fingers played with the nape of my neck and my earlobes, leaving a trail of tingling flesh wherever she touched me. My own hands were busy, too, moving up and down her back, stroking her hips, caressing the curving softness of her buttocks.
We finally broke apart, and Carla rolled over on her back and stretched her arms above her head, her body taut and lovely in the flickering light. I looked down at her upraised breasts, seeing the smooth skin, the fullness, the erect nipples. I leaned over her and, while she gazed up at me, kissed each nipple.
A tremor ran through Carla's body, and her hands reached up impulsively, circling my neck, pulling my head down to her breasts again. As my head came down, she kept one hand on the back of my neck, and with the other hand cupped her breast and held it up to me. My lips touched the firm, upraised nipple, and I opened my mouth and let her move the front of her breast into it. I closed my lips about the warm flesh, pressing my teeth against it gently, giving her a love bite that brought forth a moan of delight from her throat.
Carla's hand tightened on the back of my neck, pulling my head down further. She twisted with excitement, and a deep sigh of ecstasy came from her throat.
I knew from all the nights I had spent with Carla in the past that she was especially sensitive to what I was doing to her now. More than once I had brought her to the point where she was half-wild with desire just by kissing and caressing her breasts. Her wonderful breasts were not only her fame and fortune in Hollywood they were also the key to unlocking the deep, latent passion in her.
I had used that key before.
I was using it now for all I was worth.
I kept my lips on her breast, working away slowly with my lips. Carla's body squirmed and writhed, and her breathing became heavier. Her fingers twisted in my hair, and she arched herself, pushing her breast further against my mouth.
"Oh, Phil...." she moaned. "Phil ... Phil ..
I kept on with it. I was just beginning to work on her, and she knew it. I switched quickly to the other breast, letting my lips go to work immediately.
Carla whimpered with pleasure.
It was getting to her now. Her body moved convulsively, and I could feel a warmth rising from her that told me passion was building up in her rapidly. I kept my lips on her breast and began to move my hand over her body.
I touched the soft roundness of her hips, feeling them move under my hand as she squirmed with pleasure. Then I let my palm rest lightly on her stomach and caressed gently. Carla gasped, and I moved my hand slowly down to her legs, keeping my lips on her breast all the while.
At the touch of my fingers on her legs, her knees moved eagerly. The warmth of her legs spread through my hand, and I flexed my fingers just a little. Carla answered by tightening her leg muscles, squeezing my hand.
I squeezed back.
Carla's legs moved again, freeing my hand. I ran my fingers up and down her legs, gently, barely touching the smooth surface of her skin. Between that and the way I was kissing her breast, she moaned repeatedly now, and the writhing and twisting of her body had increased.
I took my lips from her breast and looked down at her, continuing to caress her legs as I gazed at her. Her eyes were bright, shining in the flickering light of the imitation fire. Her body arched upward, her uptilted nipples beckoning me. I smiled down at her, and bent over her and kissed each nipple. Carla strained upward, pulling my head down to her breasts again.
I needed no further indication of what she wanted. I kissed each breast alternately, and Carla gasped and moaned and her body rocked under my hand. I slid my hand on her legs and touched her gently.
Carla almost went crazy. She gave a small, bleating cry, and twisted around slightly, and I felt her free hand grope along my body. Her long, slim fingers squeezed gently.
It was my turn to gasp with pleasure, and Carla smiled and began to caress me with expert movements of her finger. I bit down on her breasts now, not hard, just dimpling the skin with my teeth, and Carla cried out with joy. Her fingers were like tongues of fire on me, bringing me quickly to the point where I thought I couldn't stand it any longer. But I held on, knowing that each moment we delayed would be a moment of joy, of sheer pleasure.
Carla was whimpering again now, and I knew she was trying to hold on just like I was. But in a few moments it was apparent that neither one of us could keep under control much longer. Carla's hips were thrusting upward, pushing herself against me, and the pressure of her fingers increased.
Our bodies were moving involuntarily now, both of us caught up in the frenzy of our passion. Carla's whimpering changed into a steady moaning, interspersed with quick gasps of delight as I caressed her with my hand and my lips. Her fingers were driving me crazy, building the swelling passion in me second by second.
It was time now.
I lifted my head from her breasts, took away my hand, and Carla, sensing that the moment had come, released her hold on me. Her body continued to move, although I was no longer touching her, and her mouth was open, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Swiftly, I rolled over on my knees, and Carla twisted around in position. Her hands went to my shoulders, pulling me down to her. I lowered myself and then with an ecstatic upward movement I took her.
A long sigh came from her throat, and her arms wrapped themselves around my shoulders. I pushed downward, and her body lurched against mine in a sudden frenzy of movement, and her heels hooked behind my knees as she sought leverage.
Our bodies were locked now, and we let our passion take complete control. Carla's nails dug into the flesh of my back, urging me on, and I responded with a series of movements that made her cry out sharply.
There was no stopping us now. We were blind to everything but the driving need for each other. Our bodies churned against each other, and Carla was like a woman gone wild. She uttered short, sharp little cries of pleasure as she surged up against me. Her arms held me while her buttocks bounced against the quilt with every motion of her hips.
Her open mouth found mine, and her tongue slipped in eagerly. She was using everything she had now, hips, arms, tongue-the whole works. Her eyes were shut tight, her arms were holding me clasped to her frenzied body.
There was no time for finesse now, no time for any variations. There was just the relentless drive to fulfillment, and we lost ourselves completely in the rapture created by the need of our bodies.
I pulled my lips away from Carla and sucked in deep breaths of air. She pulled my head down to her again, her open mouth waiting for mine, her tongue already in motion. I ran my hands roughly over her body as we rocked together. My fingers dug into her flesh; her nails raked my back; her body pressed against me urgently, feverishly.
The final moment was coming fast now, rushing toward us in exciting, thrilling waves of delight. Even as we continued to kiss deeply, Carla moaned way down in her throat, and the sound of it almost drove me crazy.
And then it came-that final few seconds of sheer bliss. I had my eyes shut now, and pinwheels of light whirled around in the darkness as passion swelled in me to the bursting point. Carla tore her mouth from mine and I heard her voice screaming thinly in my ear as her desire reached its peak.
It was a glorious finish for both of us, a whirlwind of frantic movement that lifted and carried both of us into soaring delight.
After it was over, Carla's body continued to move with desire against mine for a few moments, and then I felt her relax and go limp. She let out a long breath, smiled up at me, and kissed me quickly on the lips.
"Oh, that was good!" she whispered. "That was something, Phil."
"It sure was," I said, and I slowly moved myself from her and rolled over on my back.
We lay next to each other on the quilt, not saying anything, just resting there in the darkness with the flickering light of the fake fire in back of us. Finally, Carla stirred and slipped her hand into mine.
"Let's go to bed now," she said.
"Uh-huh," I answered, getting to my feet and helping her to her feet.
I gathered up the quilt while Carla switched off the fireplace, and then we made our way into the bedroom in darkness. Moments later, we were snuggled comfortably under the quilt in the bed.
I felt tired, but it was a good sort of tiredness, the kind that makes you feel relaxed and warm and comfortable all over. Carla kissed me and whispered, "Good night," and I said good night to her and closed my eyes. She turned on her side, cuddling up to me, and I slipped an arm about her.
It didn't take long for both of us to fall fast asleep.