Chapter 5
By the end of his second week at Malibu Beach, Arthur Hadley knew that he was in love with Eleanor Stanfield and that he was going to ask her to marry him. He had two problems, to would accept him; the second, assuming that she be sure: the paramount one was whether she did, was how Hester would react to the idea of having a step-mother at this most impressionable and supposedly mature stage in her young life.
On two occasions during those idyllic days, he had had dinner dates with the fascinating brown-haired widow and each time Hester had accompanied him. Each time, too, he had been embarrassed by her diffidence and her invariable manner of turning the conversation around to herself, sometimes even rudely interrupting when she wished to make a point. This tactless-ness convinced him that he had been entirely wrong in her upbringing and that it was high time to take drastic measures. But he foresaw also the difficulty of such a procedure unless he could have the cooperation of this magnificently beautiful and mature women who had already given proof of her maternal authority by turning golden-haired Betty into an absolutely adorable girl... a perfect step-sister for arrogant Hester and one who could show his own daughter by her own example how to behave in exemplary fashion.
And so on Sunday night which ended the second week, he had dinner with Eleanor Stanfield alone, and he put on his very best suit, had a haircut at the barber shop and a manicure as well (the stimulating sensation of having a pretty young girl bend over his hand and caress his fingers titillated him into hoping that with Eleanor's acquiescence, his nights wouldn't be lonely from now on!), and then met her in the lobby of the hotel and escorted her into the restaurant.
He ordered steak and champagne, and the charming brown-haired widow gave him an arch look. "What's the celebration, Arthur?"
"It's the anniversary of my meeting you, Eleanor. I have something I want to say to you, something very important. It means a great deal to me."
"And what is that, pray tell?" she whimsically smiled at him and leaned back, in a way that made his heart bound again to see the magnificent thrust of her bubbies against her blue rayon dress.
"I'm not going to say it until the champagne comes," he warned laughingly. "By the way, how is that lovely daughter of yours?"
"Betty? She's fine. Somehow I had a feeling that you didn't want her along this evening."
"Eleanor! You-you wonderful woman! You've got a seventh sense. I didn't want Hester along, either, to tell the truth."
"So it really must be very important, Arthur?" Her eyes fixed on his and her red full lips curved in the most enchanting smile. He knew that if she didn't say yes, he would be the un-happiest of men.
"I think, sir," she reproved him but with a twinkle in her eyes, "that you're trying to turn my head. Steak and champagne and flattery. It's a good thing we're in a public place."
"Well," he blurted, feeling his face redden. "To tell the truth, I wish this were a private suite and we were dining just by ourselves with no one else around so I could tell you and show you all that you mean to me."
"Arthur Hadley! I do believe you're going to propose. Is that it?"
"Oh gosh!" he groaned. "Now the secret's out."
"But I'm not offended at all. And I think it's a lovely proposal. You know, I wasn't certain that I was going to marry again after John's death. But I realize that it's time Betty had the authority of a father and the love and the care as well."
"I do love your daughter, Eleanor. And I feel as if she were my own flesh and blood."
"That's very dear of you, Arthur." She put out her hand over his and squeezed it gently. He felt his cock throb with indescribable ecstasy at the prospect of this gorgeous creature was going to be his to fondle and to fuck! "And I'll feel the same way towards your daughter, too, Arthur."
"Am I to hope then, Eleanor, that you aren't going to say no?" his voice trembled a little.
"The answer, you enterprising man, is yes."
"Eleanor!" he exclaimed so loudly that diners around them turned to look. "Gosh! Darn it, how I wish we were alone, so I could take you in my arms and kiss you and tell you how happy I am and how happy I'm going to try to make you."
"There'll be time for that, dear. You told me that you work in management counselorship, don't you?"
"Yes I do. But I've been doing some thinking too--of course, it was contingent upon your saying yes. For the last few years, Eleanor, I've had the idea of founding my own firm. I've always wanted to be my own boss, and several of the contacts I've made on my last few trips indicated that they personally liked me and would give me a chance to handle their business. And I'd have to engage a staff and open an office, but what I'm getting at is that I wouldn't want to take you and Betty away from your hometown and your circle of friends. And for myself, I'd welcome the chance at last to settle down in one place and have a family."
"Why, Arthur Hadley, do you know what you just said?" Eleanor Stanfield murmured with the most provocative smile he had ever seen on a woman's lips. Then he really did blush.
"Well, all right, I mean, we can talk about--oh darnit anyway, Eleanor, I can't wait to get you out of the restaurant--"
"And into bed?" she whispered meaningfully, arching her lovely eyebrows and giving him a soft, thrilling, humid look.
Whatever he might have said then was halted by the arrival of the waiter with the steaks, and for the next few minutes each of them, too moved for conversation, did justice to the superb cord-fed beef. After dessert and coffee, Arthur Hadley, who was almost bursting with joy, beckoned to the waiter for the check, tipped him with a five-dollar bill, and then hurried to help Eleanor out of her chair and lead her out of the lobby.
"That was a marvelous dinner, dear," she said. "And I drank just enough champagne to feel like celebrating."
"Not too much, I hope, to change your mind though?" he asked nervously.
"Of course not, darling. You know, when Betty hit you with that beachball, and I came over and saw what a nice-looking fellow you were, I told myself that if I did fall for somebody, it might very well be someone like you."
"Eleanor!" he breathed, completely floating on a cloud.
"Then you really are serious about forming your own business and coming to Claremont, where Betty and I live?" she asked as they got into the elevators.
"Yes I am. I've had several offers for my house, but I've always resisted them because--well, I didn't think I was going to remarry, either. You darling!"
"Shhh, the elevator boy can hear us," Eleanor warningly whispered, but her eyes and lips weren't the least bit reproving. As for Arthur Hadley, he was in something of a quandry; did she mean for him to come to her room or was she going to go to his? His eyes eloquently appealed as he stared at her silently. And Eleanor Stanfield comprehended through ESP; standing beside him and very close, she whispered, "Your room, if Hester can't come in."
Now his heart really bounded with joy, because he had got Hester a single room with bath just across the way from his own. Now the only problem would be if his brashly selfish daughter should happen to come out of her room at the moment that he and Eleanor were entering his. But at this moment, he was willing to take that chance, because the pressure of Eleanor's thigh against his was making his prick ache with longing.
The gods of love smiled kindly on him because when the elevator boy opened the door and he gallantly escorted Eleanor out, there wasn't a soul in the hallway. He took his key and swiftly unlocked his door, then, with a nervous glance to each end of the passageway, ushered her in ahead of him and hastily closed and locked his door. She stood facing him, an enigmatic smile on her firm, incisive lips, her eyes dancing, and the rich swell of her titties made the ache between his legs grow almost intolerably agonizing.
"Eleanor, my sweet darling Eleanor!" his voice was husky with longing as he put his arm around her shoulders and for the first time tasted the sweet nectar of her lips. Her arms swiftly closed over his shoulders, and she arched to him, and he felt the thrilling pressure of her firm swelling hubbies and the warm suggestive hollow of her pelvic basin as she merged to him in this osculatory embrace.
When the kiss finally ended, it was she who spoke first, her cheeks rosy like a schoolgirl's: "My gracious, Arthur, I guess you do mean it!"
"Didn't you think I did, darling? I think when I first saw you on the beach coming after Betty and that ball, I knew then you were the girl for me."
"You're awfully nice, Arthur, and you have a knack for saying just the right things to make a woman happy. But what touches me most is that you're willing to change your whole career just so that you can be with the two of us. That decided me that you weren't just an adventurer out to seduce me."
"Well," he heard himself say, his voice thickening with desire, "I want to seduce you, and that's no lie."
"You wouldn't be much of a man if you didn't, and I wouldn't be much of a woman if I didn't feel that you want me right away," was her thrilling answer as she whispered it into his ear and then lightly nipped his earlobe with her sharp white teeth. He uttered a stifled groan, because his prick was threatening to burst through the fly of his trousers, and he knew that she must be feeling it, clinging as she was to him with her entire body so supple and lithe and warm and inviting.
"I can see where Betty gets her beauty, my darling," he huskily told me as his hand stroked her dimpled rounded shoulders. He still hesitated for fear of offending her, even though she'd said yes to him and had obviously come to his room for love. She was such an unexpected bounty from the goddess Venus that he didn't want to spoil matters by being too precipitate, and if she only knew how hard and agonized his prick was, she might be a little scared.
"There are a couple of things you ought to know about me right away, Arthur darling," she murmured, her hands now cupping his cheeks and her eyes luminous with desire. "I'm not exactly the stern cruel disciplinarian you may think and I have all the urges and impulses of any healthy woman, and I think I'm still young enough and capable enough of adding to the family if you really want to, Arthur dearest."
"Oh Eleanor, I can't believe you've said yes, it seems just like yesterday that we first came here, Hester and I, and I was so down in the dumps--and now I've got you. Pinch me to make sure I'm not dreaming--ouch! I guess I'm not--oh Eleanor!" he jubilantly blurted, hugging her tightly and again taking her mouth. He felt it grow moist and move under his, and then suddenly he gasped as he felt the flick of her dainty pink tongue.
"You see?" she giggled impishly when at last that kiss ended, "I told you there is a lot you have to learn about me yet, Arthur. And don't think that this is a one-night conquest either, young man. I'm taking you on trust, so you'd better mean what you say."
"I do mean it! I'm going to marry you, and I'm going to start my business in Claremont--oh you darling, you wonderful, beautiful woman!"
Once again their lips met, and again her tongue nimbly pried between his lips to thrill him with the candor and zest of her ardent nature. His hands glided down her back till they reached her hips, and then impulsively, his face reddened with desire, he pressed her against him so that she couldn't help feeling the stab of his swollen prick which threatened at any moment to burst through the fly of his trousers.
"My gracious, we must do something about that, mustn't we?" she whispered, again giving him a wicked little nip on the earlobe. "I want you very much, Arthur. And not just for tonight, either, young man."
"Eleanor!" His voice was choked with longing.
"And you needn't worry about right now. I'm just as modern as the next woman, and there are little pills these days," she intimated, further enchanting him with the boldness and the generosity of her voluptuous beauty. "I just thought I'd mention that to set your mind at ease, darling. I've a feeling you're still very old-fashioned and romantically sweet in many ways--and I like that in a man, don't think I don't. You're going to make a wonderful father for Betty."
"I only hope she likes me just one tiny bit as much as her mother does," he hoarsely rejoined.
"I'm sure she will, dearest. She already thinks you're awfully nice. She told me that herself. Arid some day perhaps you may be called upon to be the disciplinarian in the household, too, you know."
"You think I could pinch hit satisfactorily?" he joked, and then went very red at his own temerity.
"Arthur Hadley!" Eleanor Stanfield grasped his sides and looked teasingly at him as she pressed very tightly up against him, "that was really very naughty! But somehow I think you'll be able to do that well too, darling. But that's a long way off. Betty would have to get used to having a father in the first place after all these years, and then it would be a matter of psychology to get her to accept punishment from you the way she does from me. But now that's enough talk isn't it, sweetness?"
"Uh huh," he panted, his desire swelling up in him so tremendously that he was almost blind with it. The smell of her, the feel of her, the unexpected daring of her words, the knowledge that this fascinating woman had consented to be his wife and to be his bedmate from now on, filled Arthur Hadley with an indescribable admixture of emotions.
"I want you so much, Arthur," Eleanor Stanfield confided, and now her hands moved down to stroke the fronts of his thighs, as with a cry of rapture, he sank his fingers into the jouncy rondures of her bottom. He heard her catch her breath as she felt the stab of his prick, protruding violently against the taut material of his trousers. And then again she broke away, a little flustered, her cheeks flaming, as she whispered rather unsteadily, "I'd better get more comfy if you're going to do that, lover. This is a new dress and I wore it just for you."
"It's lovely. It fits you so beautifully. You've a marvelous body, Eleanor," he hoarsely told her.
Swiftly Eleanor Stanfield doffed the rayon frock, and then the slip beneath it. He caught his breath with speechless admiration and lust as he stared at her now, in the provocative dishabille of white nylon bra and pantie-girdle, whose narrow tabs clung to the tops of charcoal-brown nylon hose. Her ripe luscious body was almost pagan in its voluptuous opulence, yet nowhere was it overly proportioned. And, as he had seen from that one glimpse of the valley of her bubbies, her satiny skin had a milky pallor to it that was absolutely breathtaking, where the sun hadn't caressed her limbs and midriff. As she put her hands behind her to unfasten the bandeau of her bra, she teased, "Hadn't you better get undressed too, lover?"
His face flushed as he nodded, and then, averting his eyes and trying to distract himself by concentrating on the removal of his clothes, he followed suit. When he was down to shorts and socks, he looked at her again, and saw that she had taken off the bra and draped it over the back of a chair near the bed. Her titties were absolutely dazzling. The brownish-coral aurolae were wide, the nipples pouting and turgid, a delicious dark coral, exquisitely crinkly, as if nuzzling out for kisses and tonguings and tactual adoration. Her navel was deep and very narrow, a tiny slit in the pale white goblet of her luscious belly.
"You're very good looking, Arthur. How old are you, darling?"
"Forty-three, Eleanor."
"That's just perfect. You're in your prime. And I hope I am too, because I'm not forty yet. I shan't be forty until next January. So you see, I can still give you a child if you want our own."
"Oh my darling, my dearest Eleanor," tears sprang to his eyes at this frank avowal.
"Do you want to do the rest of me, sweetheart?" came her thrilling question.
He moved towards her now, his prick sticking out violently against the thin shorts, and she smiled teasingly as he came to her. His hands cupped those closely spaced round titties, and his first touch of their satiny nakedness made him tremble with desire, for they were still firm and without sag. Under his palms, her nipples had grown turgid and he could feel the palpitating tremors of their erogenous buds. Their lips met, and now her tongue boldly entered his mouth and slushed this way and that, encountering his own tongue until he uttered a gasp of desire and put his hands on her bottom and again pressed her very tightly to him till his prick was doubled back between their bodies, rubbing against her belly.
The feel of her naked titties against his straining chest was ultimate rapture. The nuzzling flints of her nipples scraped his skin with a sweet insistence, and now his mouth crushed hers, and boldly he asserted his maleness by foraging his own tongue deep between her eagerly parted lips. Their tongues rapiered together, and an electrical current seemed to galvanize them as she uttered a soft moan and trembled violently in his arms. "Oh take me, Arthur, take me now," she breathed.
He disengaged himself from her, and his hands began nervously and fumblingly to unfasten the pantie-girdle, first loosening the tabs which held up the charcoal-brown nylons on those lusciously rounded calves and thighs of hers. She too helped him, tugging at the waistband, squirming sinuously to wriggle out of the clinging sheath, which at last dropped to her feet, and she stepped out of it. In high-heeled sandals and the sleek, gauzy hose, her body milky-naked where the sun had not bronzed it, Eleanor Stanfield was mouthwateringly fuckable. And when he thought that this opulent houri, who looked far younger than the age she had admitted to, was actually the mother of that voluptuous golden-haired teenager whose luscious bottom she chastised, Arthur Hadley felt the blood rush through his veins with a hot surge of furious rut. For the first time in his life, he had become aware of the sensual overtones of corporal chastisement... and soon he was to learn how domestic chastisement could provide a gamut of the most voluptuous ecstasies hitherto untasted even with his beloved Sonya.
"You're so beautiful, Eleanor," his voice was shuddering with desire. He sank on his knees, in a pose of reverence, his eyes feasting on the thick fronds of dark-brown pussyhair, which shrouded the plump pink lips of her voluptuous vulva. There was an exquisite perfume emanating from her naked body, together with the woman-scent of her moist warm flesh. It was intoxicating, like cantharides mingled in champagne. Impulsively, his fingers on the edges of her lush hips, Arthur Hadley kissed Eleanor Stanfield's cunt.
"Oh darling! That's so lovely, so very lovely!" she gasped, taken by surprise at his impulsive tribute. Her hands cupped the back of his head and pressed his mouth against the sacrosanct cleft of her lovetemple. "I can tell already it's going to be wonderful for us together, Arthur dearest. So many men think it's unmanly to do that--oh darling, do go on, and I'll do the same for you!"
Already he was blinded by his ecstatic lust, hearing such a pledge of sweetly uninhibited passion to be his. He deposited another long and passionate kiss on her cunt, and then rose, husked down his shorts and his long, thick, dark-blue-veined cock stabbed against her abdomen, demanding entry to the grotto of delight.
Her left arm circled his waist, and her slim right hand--the hand, he thought ecstatically, which had chastised Betty's lovely pinksheened bottom--glided down between their bodies to take hold of his prick near the meatus, separated as it was by a narrow circumcisional groove from the rigid and pulsing shaft, and drew it down against the mossy thatch of pubic hair to guide him along that secret pathway which would not be denied him. Arthur Hadley ground his teeth to hold back the furious welling-up of gism, because he had a horror of being a premature lover on this their first carnal conclave.
"Oh, Arthur, quickly, let's go to bed," she whispered in his ear, her voice husky-soft, evocative of the most wanton delights to be bestowed upon him. He lifted her in his arms, and it was the test for his manhood, for she was voluptuously opulent, and yet the sweet feel of her naked flesh in his arms was indescribably heavenly. He laid her down upon the bed, and then mounted beside her, his prick bobbing as he crouched there, staring at the panting swell of her magnificent titties, at the quivering belly with its almost disappearing, narrow indentation of the navel, and the fleece which covered the plump mound of Venus.
"Let me pay you back for that sweet kiss you gave me, dearest," she breathed. He understood, and with a choking cry of delight, reversed himself so that his face was over her cunt, while her arms caught him round the thighs and drew him back and adjusted him, then drew him down. With a groan of rapture, he felt the sweet torment of her mouth nuzzling the tip of his prick, and he buried his mouth in her cunt and thrust his tongue deep between the pouting pink lips of her loveslit. At once he found the clitoris, and Eleanor Stanfield moaned deliriously: "Oh, Arthur, of Arthur, that's wonderful! Slowly, darling, oh my dearest darling, I'm so glad Betty hit you with that ball! I ought to let her off a couple of spankings just for that!"
Deep down inside of him, now that he was awakened and almost rejuvenated by the erotic fury that possessed him, Arthur Hadley had an impulse to call out to her to let Betty off not a single punishment... indeed, to let him be a secret witness to that delicious young girl's chastisement. But wisely he controlled himself. There would be time for that later after he had married Eleanor Stanfield.
The tip of her tongue rubbed against the urethral lips of his meatus, and he closed his eyes and shuddered violently as he felt his juices surging to the brink in answer to that lascivious summons. In retaliation, his tongue flicked the nodule of her clitoris, feeling it turgify and throb, while the soft gasps and moans and whimpering little sighs which emanated from her parted lips told him that he was rousing her to her own concupiscent readiness for fucking.
Suddenly he could bear it no longer, and drew back from her, and then reversed himself to face her, kneeling between her thighs. Her face was flushed, her eyes sparkling, and the nipples of her breasts were hard and dark with longing and she held up her arms to him. "Oh give it to me, give it to me, Arthur," she breathed.
With a sobbing gasp of delight, forsaking his loneliness and inassuageable desires now, Arthur Hadley sank down and felt his prick delve into the quaking channel of Eleanor Stanfield's moist and churning cunt. The warmth and the suctional grip of her vaginal sheath nearly unmanned him and again he had to exert all his self control to keep from pouring forth his lusty libation to Venus.
His hands slid under her buttocks, his fingers glorying in the lush, satiny warm and resilient flesh, as he slowly dug himself up to the balls, till their hairs merged, and Eleanor's arms locked tightly round his neck as her lips fused to his, her tongue delving and darting furiously inside his mouth. Her stockinged legs clamped instantly over his thighs, as she arched herself up to take every inch of his manhood, and she held him there with what felt like a muscular grasp as in the Venus-vise of her palpitating cunthole, while he gasped and shuddered over the inexplicably heavenly torture which her cunt inflicted on his agonized and aching prick.
Then very slowly he drew himself back, and Eleanor's arms tightened convulsively as she rose with him, not wanting him to depart from her citadel for an instant. He thrust back, and she cried out, a cry that was drowned by his clinging mouth, and then he began to fuck her with accelerated vigor to which she responded with violent squirmings, her legs and arms shifting constantly and tightening their grip until he felt himself one with her, flesh and flesh, skin and skin, even pores to pores.
And when at last he felt himself burst inside of her, felt her answering tides merge with his, he knew that fate had led him to this haven as a compensation for the loss of his beloved Sonya... and that he had gained not only a voluptuous and magical houri, but a woman who could help him make a proper daughter out of Hester and whose own daughter Betty would cause him much rejoicing and a pride of fatherhood even if Betty were not of his own flesh and blood.