Chapter 1
Leslie Davis waited impatiently in the lounge of Miami International Airport.
She always was in a pensive frame of mind when her husband Bruce was coming home.
He had been on an extended trip in the Midwest, and had called her faithfully almost every night during the almost two weeks that he had been gone.
Now he was finally coming home, and the feelings of anxiety mounted within her.
Leslie was a beautiful young woman of twenty-three who had met her husband-to-be, Bruce, while she was still a student at The University of Miami.
Shortly after her graduation, they were married.
Leslie was a beautiful blonde with limpid green eyes and an overpoweringly voluptuous figure.
She was a statuesque five-nine, and was looked at by men everywhere that she went.
It frustrated her to know that she had a handsome young husband who was, by the nature of his job, forced to spend so much time away from their Miami Beach home.
Suddenly the doorway was thrust open and the passengers from the Chicago to Miami flight walked through.
Her alert green eyes remained fixed in the direction of the traffic as she waited to see her young husband walking through the door.
Finally she saw his tall, handsome frame, and she waved at him as she ran toward him.
"Bruce, Oh Bruce," she called out.
Bruce looked over her way, flashing a huge smile. He ran toward her, throwing his arms open and squeezing her.
"Oh, honey, it's so good to see your beautiful face again," he exclaimed, reaching out and kissing her lips passionately.
It felt good to Leslie to have her handsome husband, some seven years her senior, home once more. Even though he was doing very well in his job, there were times when she couldn't help but wish that he wasn't doing quite that well. If he had been a little less successful, she reasoned, then maybe he wouldn't be sent away to so many distant cities to negotiate on behalf of the bank. And, as a consequence, she would have an opportunity to spend more time with him.
But for the moment all of that was forgotten. Now he was with her once more, and for the moment that was the only important thing.
He finally released his arms from her, exclaiming: "Let's get going, honey."
"The car's this way, dear."
"Yes, but I've got to pick up some luggage first."
"Oh, of course," she nodded. "I guess I'm rushing things."
"I know what you mean. I want to get home as badly as you do. Oh, I want to get you all alone, honey, away from the rest of civilization."
"Would you like to have me alone on a deserted island?"
"Yes, that would be very romantic, but I must say that the bedroom of our house would be a perfectly good place for right now."
"I must agree with you," Leslie chuckled happily. "By the way, I've even got the covers rolled back. So I'm ready whenever you are."
"I'm ready right now," he said. "But the only thing is, I don't think these other people standing around here at the airport would understand."
"And for that reason it would be much better for us to wait until we got home."
"That's right," he said.
Bruce threw an arm around his wife and walked with her toward the baggage area, where he picked up his suitcase.
They then walked towards the parking lot across the street.
"I'll drive home if you like," Leslie offered.
"No, I'll drive," Bruce said, grabbing the keys from her and opening the door of their 1973 Buick Regal.
Now they were driving along the expressway heading for their Miami Beach home.
It was a bright, sunny Miami day, but even if it had been raining it wouldn't have made any difference to Leslie. It was nothing but sunny inside her, what with her husband returning home from a lengthy trip.
"These long trips are just driving me out of my mind," Leslie told him.
"I'm sorry, dear, but I can't help it," he told her sympathetically. "I told you that when I was transferred to the National Division, that it meant I would be obliged to take a lot of trips. I'm negotiating with these people in other areas. It means that I've got to constantly keep my bags packed."
"Oh, I understand, but I don't understand. If you know what I mean."
"Yes, I think I do. You want the best for us, and if that means that I have to do some traveling to get both of us ahead, then you'll accept that. But the one thing you're also concerned about, is that I am not spending so much time at home, that you feel like you're a widow."
"You couldn't have put it more beautifully," she nodded. "No wonder you're such an excellent negotiator. You have a way of grasping the problem in its most simplistic form."
"I've thought a lot about you these long nights away from home," he said, with a trace of sadness. "I hope that maybe they'll be transferring me back out of the National Division in time. I really want a vice-presidency, and I've been told that if I keep doing as well as I have been, that I have a good chance of becoming the youngest vice president in the history of the bank."
"That would be wonderful."
"And after I got on some kind of a solid footing like that, I'd be able to maintain the usual nine to five routine that so many men do. I know that it's tough on you also for me to have to spend all that time at the office after five. But that too is necessary. It's all a part of the getting ahead process."
"I sometimes wonder if it's worth that much trouble," Leslie shook her head.
"I know, I've wondered the same thing," Bruce conceded. "After all, we both love each other, and we're young and sexy. So we'd like to spend a lot of time just to ourselves. Well, I think that in time we're going to have the opportunity to spend many hours together. It's just that I have to work pretty hard for the time being."
"I guess I can accept that."
"Certainly you can, dear. In time everything is going to be just beautiful. You just wait and see."
"I sure hope so."
Now they had reached Miami Beach, and Bruce turned off of the freeway.
"It will be good to see the old homestead again," he smiled. "Yes, the trip went pretty well. I mean in the business sense. But I missed you painfully."
"I am proud of you, honey," Leslie said. "Just because I do sometimes feel like an abandoned widow doesn't mean that I'm any less proud of your accomplishments with the bank. I really feel good every time that I hear one of the wives make a nice comment about you. You get along so well with everybody there, and you're doing so well. I'll do my best to keep to hold my complaining down."
"Thank you, honey, a little patience will go a long way. Remember, once we tuck this one little period out, we're going to be able to have that nice family, belong to the country club, and have all the other wonderful privileges of a prosperous couple."
"That does sound good, but the one thing I'm concerned about is you. That exceeds everything else."
"I feel the same way about you, darling," he exclaimed.
Now she was really feeling good as he pulled the car into the driveway.
She had those sensuallating feelings down there between her legs.
She knew that she needed some brisk sex from her husband, and that she needed it very fast.
They walked inside the house. She felt good to know that she was once more in the position of seductress. It always made her feel sexy to know that he was back from a trip, and that he wanted her as badly as she wanted him.
"Would you like to have a drink," she asked, as they entered the house.
"Yes, that would go beautifully," he nodded. "I had a martini on the plane, but I'll tell you something, dear. Nobody can match you when it comes to making martinis."
"Oh, I'm so glad to hear you say that."
"I really mean that. There's a little something extra you put into them."
"I'll see if I can reach for it and put it in this time too," she winked, walking over to the wet bar in the corner of the living room.
"I'm sure you will."
They lived in a comfortable little tract home of a quiet, pleasant area of Miami Beach.
Now Bruce was once more getting adjusted to being home. He took off his coat, then removed his tie, undoing his collar.
As he sat down in his favorite easy chair, he also untied his shoes, kicking them off.
"All the comforts of home," he grinned. "Do I ever love it."
"Do you have to go into the bank today, dear?" she asked.
"No, honey. After all, it's past three o'clock. They don't expect me to show up in the office now. They figure that it can wait until tomorrow morning and I feel the same way."
"That's good."
"You're damned right," he said. "I want to take you to a nice restaurant tonight. I feel like I could use a steak."
"Oh, so could I."
"But right now I could go for a martini."
"Coming right up."
She mixed a pitcher full of martinis with great pride. She wanted to make certain that she did her absolute best for her husband, who was just settling down and getting readjusted after returning from a trip.
She walked toward him holding the pitcher in her hand.
"Okay, honey, dig in," she said.
"Oh, with pleasure."
He filled two martini glasses, one for her and one for himself.
He picked up the glass and hoisted it to his lips, taking a long sip from it.
"Just as good as always," he nodded. "You really do have a talent when it comes to fixing martinis."
"Thank you, dear."
Now she snuggled up next to him, lying like a young girl would at his feet.
"Oh, you look so cute down there," he said, reaching down with his left hand and running his fingers through her lovely blonde hair.
"How many martinis do you anticipate drinking?" she asked.
"I'm only going to drink one," he replied. "I have some other things on my mind after that."
"I hope it's a three letter word starting with s and ending in x."
"Gee, you must be a mind reader," he laughed loudly.
"Would I really need to be one to guess that?"
"No, I suppose not."
"You're darn right I wouldn't."
Leslie finished her drink quickly, then watched her husband as he took care of his martini with two huge gulps.
"Okay, I hope that was satisfactory," she smiled.
"It certainly was."
"How 'bout coming over here on the sofa," she suggested, jumping quickly to her feet and walking toward the huge sofa.
"I get the pitch," he nodded, getting up slowly from the chair.
They enjoyed wrestling on that sofa, a game that they had played together ever since their marriage.
Now Leslie was as eager as a young cub to have him make love to her, and he was more than prepared to provide her with all the thrills she could possible hope to withstand.
He began by letting those hot red lips of his plunge with devastating eagerness against hers.
He let them remain locked against hers for a lengthy period of time, after which he finally released them.
He then decided that it would be a good idea to slip his hot red tongue inside of her mouth.
"I've got to french with you now," he exclaimed. "Are you for that?"
"Oh, my dear, am I ever. I like the feeling of your tongue plunging against mine."
"Okay, then what are we waiting for."
"Not a solitary thing."
Now those tongues were eagerly colliding with one another, with Bruce cleverly guiding her along every inch of the way.
As his tongue continued to devastatingly plunge against hers, he threw his arms around her and let his arms smother her with passion.
He then released his arms from her, letting his fingers slip inside of her dress.
Now he was permitting those hot fingers to go to work against her breasts.
With great eagerness he simultaneously let his tongue plunge against hers and his fingers maneuver against her breasts.
By the time that he released his tongue from her mouth, she was in an ecstatic frame of mind. "Oh, honey, let's go in the bedroom," she exclaimed. "Now's the time. Oh, I need it right now."
"I've got to agree with you, honey. The time is ripe."
"Oh, it's never been riper," she said, as she got up from the sofa.
It made her feel good to observe the huge bulge in her husband's trousers as he got up from the sofa and smiled.