Chapter 13
Karen had the date circled on her desk calendar at the small writing desk that came with the furnished house Bill had leased. Another of the furnishings was a swimming pool, Bill's private joke at fate — in all the years he had spent cleaning and repairing them, never could he hope to even afford the down-payment on one, much less the upkeep.
This place was a contemporary, California-style house in one of the town's faster-growing prestige neighborhoods. The lot was nearly two acres, enough for absolute privacy.
Three more days until Bill comes home, damn. Sometimes I wish he hadn't ventured out on his own with this new company... I never see him!
Karen remembered how it was before, the wild times they used to have in bed. And on the living room floor and even in the bath tub once!
But now! Now he was too busy making money faster than she knew how to spend it. Now there was only time for the business, and less and less time for her. She was becoming like those girls, Sandy and Darleen, but she tried not to think about it.
She drew back the draperies and saw that it was sunny outside and almost time for her morning swim. Her bikini was still damp, hanging in the shower where she forgot it, so she decided instead to wear a pair of super-short cut-off jeans and forget about the top. The gate at the bottom of the driveway was locked and besides, nobody ever came to see her anyway.
She slipped out of her negligee, and into the short faded jeans and went out the back door, humming along with the music that piped through the house from the kitchen intercom.
Her whistled tune abruptly ended with a gasp of astonishment as she looked up and saw two men, two black men, working up a sweat over the pool's filter... they were the servicemen from Bill's company. He didn't say they were coming, but he must have left them a key!
She tip-toed backwards into the shadow of the house without them seeing her, her arms folded over her breasts as her nipples quivered just from being so close to two men without her top on.
Karen watched them as they worked — they must not have been told anyone was at home, for they dropped four-letter words like so much salt in their conversation, laughing and teasing each other with phrases as they worked in the hot sun. They both had their shirts off and their backs were rock-hard and banded with cords of dark rippling muscle that narrowed at their trim waists and disappeared under their work trousers. Karen felt her pulse quicken as she remembered her favorite "lonely times" companion, Bill's Scandinavian porno-book, the one with the two blonde Danish schoolgirls and the black men... she shivered with curiosity as she wondered whether these two handsome black men were built like the ones in the photographs.
Suddenly, one of them twisted too hard on a fitting inside the pump shelter and grease splattered his pants in black, sticky splotches.
"Shit, man, look what you done! I can't work the rest of the day like this... fuck, man, I'll have to take time off and go change!"
His companion shrugged him off. "Listen, motherfucker, you're just makin' a lot o' noise over nothin'. Just take 'em off and rinse 'em out there at that faucet... by the time we finish, they ought'a bee almost dry."
"Man, you crazy! I can't take 'em off... I ain't wearing no drawers!"
"You calling me queer or somethin'?" the younger one teased. "I ain't gonna look at your big black ass!"
"But what if somebody comes home?"
"Shit, man, it's the boss's house, ain't it? And didn't he say he'd be gone 'til the end of the week? What'ya worried about? There ain't nobody to see you but me and I won't laugh at your skinny little pecker!"
He took a mock-fierce swing at his friend and bowled him over. "All right... but none of your shit, all right?"
Karen's heart nearly leaped out her throat as the big handsome black unzipped his trousers and peeled them to the ground down his muscled, sinewy legs. He was hung like a stud-bull, maybe eight or nine inches long, and it was still soft. It was dangling between his legs like a black iron pipe!
She watched him move, cat-like despite his size, and as she watched the two blacks, they were no longer the servicemen from her husband's company... they miraculously changed before her eyes into the two men from the book, from the source of her favorite erotic fantasy!
And she was Karen Hodges... she was a Danish schoolgirl, giggly and eager for her first taste of black meat! She stepped from the shadows and moved toward them, her arms at her sides and her full, proud breasts naked and glistening in the morning sun.
"Hi...!"