Chapter 2
A smug smile curved Denise Crocker's sensual lips and her cunt twitched as she watched the young man enter the garden and conceal himself behind a clump of shrubbery. A moment later silent laughter shook her full and pointed breasts.
Brand Foxhill was right on time. Hot nuts and hot eyes always kept a man on schedule.
The blonde could almost feel Brand Foxhill's cock and balls being strangled by his Jockey shorts as he waited impatiently for her to emerge from the rented waterfront villa she shared with her father, and step into the garden to indulge herself in another session of moon bathing by peeling down to her half bra and bikini panties. She could almost hear the young man smacking his lips in anticipation while he hoped that she would go all the way this time, and show him her tits and cunt and ass.
She could read Brand like an open book. Skinning out of her gown to show him her half bra and bikini panties had been enough to turn him on the first two times, but now he wanted her to show her long-nippled breasts stark naked, to show him her tight and juicy cunt.
Seeing her tits and pussy bared to the moonlight would really make Brand's night, Denise Crocker told herself. She giggled softly. He would probably have to wring out his shorts after he finished popping his nuts.
She stood at the window and wondered idly how difficult it would be to get Brand to fuck her.
The thought of sexing it up with Brand caused more heat to jump into Denise's cunt. Strange scenes unfolded in her mind. Obscene fantasies. The sort of fantasies she always entertained during those finger-fucking sessions she always had with herself whenever Brand's mother sent Daddy out of town on business ...
One of the pictures in her mind was that of Brand trembling with sexual glee as his fingers removed her skimpy bra and bikini panties. The scanties went first. His quaking fingers gently nudged her panties down and over her swaying hips, exposing her pubic hair and hot pink clit standing at full attention.
Brand wadded the panties, tossed them aside. His fingers trembled as they unclasped her delicate half bra and brought her full breasts into view. His eyes grew large. She was standing naked before him, glowing in the moonlight.
The distant yapping of a dog cut into her thoughts. She cursed. "Tonight I'm going to find out if there's a man or a mouse behind those hungry eyes. I'll strip to the buff and show him my all."
No gown. No bra. No panties. Titties showing. Cunt exposed. Naked ...
The heat in her cunt became more intense. She turned away from the window and shook her head. It was time to get the show on the road.
She paused before the full-length wall mirror to give herself a final check. Satisfied with what she saw, she turned away from the mirror and made her way out into the garden where Brand crouched waiting.
She stepped out into the moonlight and came to a stop beside the Pissing Boy water fountain. The expensive white nightgown she wore was sheer and revealing. She knew that Brand could see the enticing outline of her long legs, her full thighs, and even the imperceptible swell hidden behind her bikini panties. Her cream-smooth shoulders were nude and the upper hemispheres of her overripe breasts shared this nudity. The deep cleft between her twin mounds of delight was shadow-filled.
She stepped away from the Pissing Boy fountain and started to do her number for the young man watching her from behind the bushes.
Her cunt juices as she went into her bizarre act of burlesque ...
She gripped the ground-length hem of her nightie. Long legs flashed in the moonlight as she slowly elevated the nightie's hemline upward. Dimpled knees appeared. Then her full marble thighs. Bikini panties came into view, then her navel and crowded half bra.
She dropped the gown to the grass and shifted slightly to treat her watcher to a full profile of her breasts. Her nipples were hidden behind the scrap of cloth that held them half-captive, and she wondered if Brand's hands were itching to claw her tits.
The thought of Brand doing a suck number on her breasts drove Denise wild. Passion kept clawing at her cunt. She gritted her teeth.
Here comes the pussy jackpot!
Denise made getting out of her panties an elaborate production. Slow motion all the way. Nylon murmured against cool flesh as she nudged the skimpy panties down over her glowing hips, her full thighs, and on down to her trim ankles. Bra-covered breasts moved away from her body as she knifed forward to follow the panties down to where she could step out of them. The scanties dropped to form a tiny puddle of cloth on the lawn.
She straightened slowly and turned so that Brand could see the triangular shadow of her cunt hairs.
She wanted to make his cock drip and give him a bad case of rock nuts.
She wanted him so hot he would have to come out from behind that damn clump of bushes to get relief from agony by soaking his cock in her cunt.
Now.
Tonight.
Flames of passion blazed hotly in her cunt as her hands moved upward, from hips to breasts, and then behind her back to unclasp the half bra. She struggled with the stubborn hooks and tried to make the Maidenform fall free, but it didn't happen. She fought the clasps for a few more miserable seconds, then gave up.
She turned toward the clump of shrubbery where her young voyeur was hiding.
"Why the hell don't you come in closer and take a real good look at my tits and pussy, Brandon?"