Chapter 4
Hugh Laurens stared at his latest prospect. Blazes! Mel had sent him a dandy one this time. Evelyn Payne had the kind of fresh-scrubbed, clean blonde look that a man couldn't take his eyes off. Or hands. He thought that it was a pity he couldn't invite her to one of his parties. She didn't look the type. He wanted to fuck her now. Laurens, an ex-pilot who was beginning to gray somewhat at the temples, began making the mental preparations. "Our beginner's course is six hundred dollars, which you may finance at eight percent if you wish. We honor all major credit cards, of course."
Mrs. Payne moistened her lips. "What about insurance?"
"You'll have a double-indemnity policy in effect for the duration of the course," he said. "It pays your survivors twenty grand, even if you yourself are at fault. We pay the premium."
"It sounds okay," she decided. She reached into her purse for a pen. "What do I sign?"
Laurens took the cue perfectly. He gestured over his shoulder toward his private office. "We can go in there for the blood-letting," he joked. "Then we'll have a drink together, provided you have no objections."
"I don't," Mrs. Payne laughed, following him.
Laurens closed and locked the door, even took the phone off its hook. Evelyn Payne, he noticed, looked thoughtful at his last maneuver. He found a contract for her to sign, validated it, then put it in the files.
"So much for business," he smiled, letting his keen eyes take in more of her. "Now for the drink." He whirled to the bar in the comer and began mixing two margaritas, using the freshest rum that he had. She deserved the best. He took hers to her. They sat down on the sofa. He let his arm fall naturally around her shoulder.
She cleared her throat. "Mister Laurens, I don't think I should let you touch me like that. I really don't." But she was smiling, a comfortable, cat-like smile. Her green eyes were veiled, and she didn't attempt to stop him.
They set their glasses aside as they drew together on the sofa. She was in the crook of his right arm, and he slipped the strap of her dress off her right shoulder. As he kissed her, he moved his hand down from her shoulder to the top of her large, soft breast, farther and then still farther until the tip of her nipple slid under his palm. His fingers titillated her nipple. He stroked her gently, baring her beautiful tit until it was completely out of the front of her dress. He massaged her breast and worked the tip, probing for sensitive nerves. He twisted, bent and moved the rosy tip with his thumb and forefinger.
"Mister Laurens," Evelyn said between kisses. "Don't make me feel too good!"
She was ripe for fucking, he knew that. But for the first time in his life, he wondered if he should. Lately Jennifer had seemed to be beside him at moments such as this, even when she wasn't. She would look at him with an accusing eye and charge him, mutely, with betraying her, with betraying their marriage. His parties were one thing; a private conquest concealed from the other was something else.
Laurens tried to push Jennifer from his mind.
She was blonde, too, and quite beautiful. But she didn't understand him or his needs. He needed her, and the conquests, and the parties.
He had never before realized to what a great extent his sense of self-esteem and confidence depended upon the conquests. With them, the world was his. Without them, he was lost. With them, he didn't have to prove anything to anyone. Without them, he had a hard time proving anything to himself.
His looks, his smooth technique, his personality, meant little now, as far as he was concerned. If this girl turned him down, his ego would suffer a blow-doubly so, because her name was already on a contract and she would be around for the next six weeks.
He wanted to apply his best efforts to an afternoon of seducing her. The seduction would easily make his day.
Thus far, as he kissed her and fondled her rich, ripe breast, she showed no sign of intending to leave his cock still aching. She did make protests, but they were mild, little more than conventional formalities for situations of this type. But still he had no guarantee of ultimate success; he had gone too far with women before and had gotten no further.
"Not too good," she repeated. "Don't make me feel too good."
"Why not?" he asked. "When two people like each other the way we do, why shouldn't they ... feel good together?"
"Because we might get carried away." She slipped to one side and picked up her margarita. He continued to slide his subtle fingers over the warm flesh and to move the taut little nub.
"Wouldn't you like to ... get carried away?" he asked.
"Maybe. I just don't know you that well."
"Well enough. Why worry about that when we have each other to enjoy?"
Evelyn shook her head. She was still smiling. "I think I should leave now, Mister Laurens."
"Soon, if you wish."
"As soon as I finish my drink."
She set her glass aside and settled into the crook of his arm again. The warmth of her body seemed to flow through his. She held herself close to him as their mouths met, and his touch went on sensitizing her bare breast. Then he slipped her other shoulder strap down and worked the cloth off the other bulging breast. He tantalized that one, too, stroking and drawing at the tip.
She stirred restlessly. "Mister Laurens...."
"Hugh. Call me Hugh."
"You do things to me that no other man ever has ... Hugh," she said.
He was pleased. "What do I do to you, darling?"
"Fill me with desire. Excite me."
He sat up straight. "How strange. I was about to say the same thing to you."
"You mean...?" Her hand left his shoulder. She slid a palm down his thigh until she encountered his cock. "Oh, yes!"
Her touch was a signal for him to go further. So were her sighs. Pressing his mouth to hers, he put his hand against her hip. He stroked the outer surface of her leg a few times, then quietly pulled up the hem of her dress. This was the real test.
He let his hand linger above her bare knee for a moment. She wasn't wearing nylons. He slid the hand along her bare leg slowly, lifting the skirt with his hand. Then he caressed both bare legs for several minutes, gradually working his way toward her warm crotch. His sexual anxiety made him feel increasingly drunk with desire.
She shifted her legs, preventing his hand from proceeding as far as he would have liked. But he did find her loins, and he made the flesh quiver beneath the rayon of her panties.
"Hugh, darling," she protested. "My dress-you'll wrinkle it."
"Take it off," he suggested.
She hesitated for a split-second. "I shouldn't."
"We're alone," he chuckled. "Anyway, you're hardly wearing it now. Don't spoil your clothes. Take it off and lay it on the desk."
"Well, all right."
She drew back from him and turned her back. He unfastened the zipper for her. She moved away from him and pulled the dress off, folding it carefully and placing it lengthwise on the desk. She stepped out of her shoes, then she turned to him again, sitting down beside him. She was dressed only in her white rayon panties now, and he wanted to fuck her more than ever. Evelyn Payne's figure was every bit as seductive as he had hoped. He could hardly wait for the finale as he took her in his arms once more.
"Let me help you with your coat," she said.
She helped him pull the coat off his shoulders, while he tugged his tie loose and unbuttoned his shirt. He wore no undershirt. When next they kissed, her warm breasts pressed firmly against his bare chest. Laurens kissed and played with her breasts for several minutes before undressing further. He was afraid to go too far too fast.
When they stopped to catch their breaths, he leaned forward and kicked off his shoes, peeling his socks off in the same motion. He started on his pants. Then he saw the resistance in her eyes. She might be ripe for fucking, might very much want to be fucked, but still he had to be careful to proceed one step at a time.
"Hugh, darling, shouldn't we stop now?" she asked, and he couldn't tell if she was serious or if she was teasing him. Once he wouldn't have cared. Now he was in suspense.
"Do you want to stop?" he fired back.
"No," she admitted, smiling. "It's just that I don't do this sort of thing very often."
He didn't give her a chance to say more. His hands grasped her warm breast. His lips met the hotness of her mouth. He showered kisses on her ribs, her sides, her back, even slipped a hand beneath the elastic waistband of her panties to get at her stomach and juicy vulva. But she stopped him. He stroked her legs and then her firm ass, baring them and then her legs again.
Evelyn whimpered. She sighed. She rolled in the curve of his arm. He lowered his head and applied his mouth to her breasts, nibbling her hard nipples with his lips. Again his hand dove into her panties. This time she moaned and responded to each pressure, each stroke, each exploration.
Laurens thought, Not long now! Not long!
When he sought her lips with his, their tongues intertwined. Then she uttered a little cry, twisted in his arms and pushed his hand away from her. She shoved her panties down to her knees and threw herself in his arms again.
Now she offered her breasts, ass and cunt to his petting. She seemed eager for him to go even further, so he went as far as a man could go. He pressed and touched everything that was available to his fingers. Hugh had long, sinewy fingers, and he played with Evelyn's cunt and asshole.
Her eyes took on a lustful gaze. Her lips were eager. Her breasts seemed about to burst with need. "Yes, yes," she said, and for the second time her hand went to his prick.
He had his clothes off now. There was no doubt in his mind that he was going to fuck the girl. She reached out to touch and hold his prick, and he felt as if he'd been hit by a bolt of lightning. He hurriedly tore the panties away from her feet. Someone was calling him from the other office, but he paid them no mind.
For the first time they were completely naked together. Naked and mad with the need to fuck each other. He pushed her back on the sofa and lay down with her, careful not to force all his weight on her. For a moment they kissed and wriggled against each other. She stroked and kissed his hair.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "Hurry up and fuck me."
He found the way without difficulty. Her cunt was ready to receive his hard cock. With one rush, he went all the way.
"Fuck me," she begged. "Give me your big, hard cock. Don't be afraid to fuck me."
He wasn't. He began fucking as hard and fast as he ever had in his life. There was no pause to wait for complete control. He was like a wild man, his cock pistoning in her cunt. Then he thrust hard, jamming his balls against her asshole and his sensations skyrocketed.
The skyrocket crashed. His cock burned with pleasure, shooting flares of cum into her.
He heard the girl saying something. "Not yet!
Not yet!" Her voice was desperate.
His pleasure diminished. The flares faded and ceased. He collapsed against her.
He had succeeded in fucking her, as he wished to do, yet his loving was a failure. Because he hadn't managed to satisfy her, he felt unfulfilled and less a man.
He heard Evelyn sigh with frustration.