Chapter 6
As Bev was dropping off to sleep in their apartment, the night was young next door. Ernie Snyder was entertaining a lovely blond stewardess.
"Care for a cocktail, dear?" he asked the girl.
They were sitting beside each other on his sofa. He was a lover of night life. He knew that things got rolling after midnight. With this cutie, Candy Jones, that was sure to be the case. He had known her for some time, going back to their life together in England.
She was still in her airline uniform. She had been on a plane only a few hours before. From the airport, she had buzzed over to his pad.
"I'll have the usual," she said, "and make it strong."
He grinned to himself as he walked over to the bar. He was hoping that it would reassure her of the fact that he knew what she was thinking. She was thinking Scotch and soda.
Ernie liked that fact that all the girls he knew were stewardesses. He was glad because most of them took the London routes, and he could always see them. When he had lived in England—just a few months ago—he had seen Candy again. Now that he was living in the States, he was glad he could catch her act at this end.
He brushed his brown hair off his forehead as he started to pour the drinks. He knew she liked two jiggers of Scotch with just a splash of soda.
He looked over at the blond lovely sitting on the sofa. She had to be the most beautiful girl he had ever fucked. He could see now that she had her hair pulled in a tight bun. She did that because of the hat the stews had to wear, and now that she wasn't wearing the hat he couldn't wait to see her long hair falling on her shoulders.
He loved her lips. He could hardly wait to feel them pursed around his cock.
"I love your new pad," the girl said, smiling.
"Marvelous. I had to get it together so fast when I heard they were shipping me over to the States. The company found it for me, but I had to get it all together myself. All the furniture is mine. It was a bloody hard job, getting it ship-shape for your arrival."
"You've done a nice job, Ernie, and you should be proud of it."
"Thanks love," he said, walking over to her and handing her the extra strong drink he had made. He plopped down on the couch beside her. "So tell me, gorgeous, how was the flight?"
"What a drag. Sometimes they can be exciting and sometimes they can be a drag, and this flight was boring."
"How come?"
He asked her only because he knew that she wanted to tell him, not because he was interested. He really didn't give a shit. As she spoke, he was mentally undressing her. His eyes were on her breasts, moving enticingly beneath her uniform.
"There was a man on board," she said. "The first time I walked down the aisle asking if anyone wanted magazines, I felt him pinch my ass. I didn't say anything to him then I just ignored him at first. Later on, though, he came into the lounge and I was making drinks there. He tried to pick me up at least a dozen times, but I couldn't stand him."
"How come?"
He had a reason for asking all these questions. He could tell that she was a little tired, having rushed over there so fast and all, and he wanted her to relax a little more before getting into her.
"Well, I could tell that all he wanted to do was fuck me. He was rubbing his hard cock against me whenever he could, and he was reaching for my tits whenever he could. It was disgusting."
"I can imagine."
"It sure was. Just because I'm a stew, he thought he could get away with rape. There's a guy like him on every flight. He went a little further than they usually do. Now if he's a little more subtle..."
Ernie knew what she meant. That was exactly what he, was doing right now.
"I got even with the sucker," she went on.
"What did you do?" he asked, and he knew that it was about time to make his move for her. She shifted her weight closer to him.
As she spoke, he started to let down her hair, pulling at the few clips that she had in to keep her bun up and tight. It didn't take him long to get the clips out, and then, when her hair fell down on her shoulders, he started to run his fingers through its softness.
"When I was serving," she said, "serving the dinners on the plane. I was serving his, and I accidentally dropped it all over his lap."
"I'll bet it was on purpose."
"I call it an accident. Anyway, he was so excited when I started to wipe his off. I could feel his cock pressing against his pants, trying to get but, and I made sure to brush my hands across him a few times, giving him some squeezes. Then, when that was done, I just let him sit there like an idiot."
Candy started to laugh. Ernie didn't think that it was all that funny. Since she was laughing, he just laughed along with her.
As the laughs died down, he moved his lips towards her neck. He could see how soft and white it looked, and he kissed her there, planting his lips on her skin, sticking his tongue out and licking her just a little.
She started to laugh again. He drew back, and he could see that she was almost finished with the drink he had made for her. One more like that, he said to himself, and she will be ready to do anything and everything.
"You look like you need a refill," he said, taking her glass and walking back to the bar. He started to make her another drink, this time pouring even more Scotch than the first time.
"So,", she said, trying to fix her hair and recover from the last kiss, and the warm feeling that she had felt all over her body when he had touched her. "I want to hear about what you've been doing. I haven't seen you in almost three months, and that's a long time."
He didn't think so, but he didn't want her to know that.
"It is," he said to her. "It is a long time. When you have a job that takes up a lot of your time, and you have an apartment to get together, then there's really no time to do what you want to do."
"Sounds like you've had a dry run, Ernie."
He laughed. "Well, that's not exactly what I said."
"Sounds like you're horny."
He didn't want to tell her that she was wrong. He had a large circle of girl friends to keep him entertained, but that wasn't something he wanted her to know.
There was one girl he had recently met, someone whom he had found himself attracted to. He hadn't made a move for her yet. She was his next door neighbor, a girl named Beverly. She was a good-looking piece of ass, all right. There were reasons he hadn't tried anything with her yet.
He wondered if his sexual passions might run a little kinky for the middle classed wife next door. Out of all the girls he'd made it with, only a few had turned him down as too weird. Most, like Candy, dug the things he was into. That Beverly woman looked too straight.
Then there was the fact that she had a husband. That was trouble. With some wives, you had to go through a lot of trouble to get them into bed. Then they started to feel guilty afterwards. He had a new policy. He wouldn't make an advance to a married woman. He would wait till they made the advances, and then, before jumping into bed with them, he would make it clear about the way he felt. He would make it plain that this was only going to happen once or twice, maybe a few times, but that they better not think of getting serious.
Those who agreed would have fun. Those who didn't he turned down. He could always find some available woman to fuck that night.
He decided to play it cozy with Candy.
"As a matter of fact," he lied, "I haven't been doing very Well over here. It's a different life style over here, and I haven't been making my usual number of conquests. People have very closed social circles over here. Sometimes when I find a small area of agreement with someone, something else crops up and we wind up in an argument."
"Poor guy," she said half-kiddingly.
He didn't want to lay it on too thick in his bid for sympathy. He could have her eating out of his hand if he played his cards right. "I guess I've just been lonely these past few months, what with the move over here and everything. You know how loneliness can be,"
"Darling," she said to him. "You can forget about these last few months. At least for tonight. I'm with you tonight."
"And I'm delighted," he replied.
He moved his mouth to hers and he kissed her on the lips. He could feel her digging her tongue deeper into his mouth. He started to suck on it, and he could taste her sweet breath moving from her mouth to his. He could also taste the Scotch and that reminded him of the frame of mind she was probably in.
"Where's the room?" she asked. "Where's the dungeon?"
"Aha. You know I had time enough to set up a proper dungeon."
"But of course. I just assumed it was the first bit of redecorating you did in here. Your dungeon in London was first class."
"And I wouldn't move anywhere without fitting out a new dungeon. Would you like us to go in there and get ready for a little session?"
"Point the way."
He showed her to the special room. "You'll find everything hanging in the closet," he said.
She kissed him again, and this time he reached for her tit through her uniform. She pulled away before he was able to get a firm grasp on her, and she smiled at him as she walked down the hall to the room.
He sat back on the couch. It had to be at least a month since he had found someone willing to play along with his game, and he was looking forward to it more than he ever had before. He could feel his cock swelling with anticipation as he thought about what was going to be in store for him.
He started to rub his stiffening cock through his pants. He could feel waves of pleasure running through his body as his cock got harder and harder.
"0-h-h-h-h," he moaned.
He was wondering what the neighbors would say if they could know what went on in his pad. They would probably think he was nuts. They would probably tell him to see a psychiatrist.
He knew that wasn't necessary. What went on behind closed doors was a man's private business anyway. He didn't care what the neighbors thought, except maybe for that redhead next door.
If he only could be sure that she would dig the things he dug, he would already have made a pass at her. He didn't care what other people thought, but he wanted the redhead to dig the scene he dug. She was something special, something different.
He remembered the first time she had come to see him. She was like a vision out of some erotic film. She had come to him to help him get settled, the lovely housewife coming over to help the stranded new bachelor next door. He loved it.
The first thing he noticed on her finger was that thin band of gold. That told him she was another man's woman. The ring sent little alarm bells going off in his head, and he knew he would have to steer clear ... unless she came to him.
He had not gone out of his way to see her again over the past few months. He was hoping that she would try to make some kind of pass at him. He had even gone as far as to talk to her about marriage, just to try to gauge her feelings. Was she happy with the man she was married to?
Maybe they each played around on the side. Were they a couple of swingers?
"Tell me about your husband," he had asked, when it seemed that they had run out of things to talk about.
"What would you like to know?"
"You've been telling me about yourself. Now tell me something about this fellow Adam."
"We're happy," was all she said.
He had dropped the subject. She wasn't making the pass he'd hoped for, and didn't strike him as a swinger. Besides, she was square and wouldn't understand the freaky things he was into.
Then he heard Candy's voice. "Come here, Ernie," he heard a voice say, and his thoughts were suddenly interrupted. He looked up, and he could see that Candy was standing in front of him. She looked fantastic.
She was dressed in leather, completely. Whatever part of her that was clothed, that is. She was only wearing a thin strap of leather across her breasts, and another one instead of panties. The leather was black and smooth against her white skin. Her blonde hair, falling loose on her shoulders now, looked soft enough to wade through. There was one other thing she had with her. Clamped tightly in her left hand was a fearsome-looking black whip.