Chapter 5
Manny Morris was so excited he couldn't sit still. The young press agent paced back and forth in his apartment, constantly glancing at his wrist watch, cursing the slowness of the hands.
His own hands weren't slow-he kept moving them over his crotch, rubbing and squeezing, as he thought of the vision of naked loveliness that was soon to be his. The sight of Iris Hadley's bikini-clad body on the patio always turned him on. Now, in a half hour, he would be feeling her body against his, completely nude, running his hands over her squirming curves, sticking his stiff pecker into her mouth, her snatch, anyplace else she wanted it.
It would be a hell of a lot better than jerking off, which is what he sometimes did behind the curtains of his window as he watched the provocative redhead and some of the other girls sunning themselves beside the pool. He'd always been too shy to approach them, but fortunately, Iris had come right up to him and asked him to fuck her that night at twelve. For a moment he had thought she might be ready to just reach out and grip his pecker and give it a squeeze-but she hadn't-probably because Miss Eileen Cramer had been there watching.
He glanced at his watch and again cursed the slowness. He wondered if she were already in apartment sixteen and considered going there to find out. He resisted the impulse. She said midnight and midnight it'll be: I'll just have to hold onto myself until then, he thought, shaking his head and smiling.
On a whim, he unzipped his trousers, pulled out his pecker and stroked it quickly into erection. He knew Iris had probably had a lot of fun with it himself and now he was going to share it with her. Not only for tonight, but maybe for lots of other nights, too.
He closed his eyes and tried to imagine that Iris' slim fingers were jerking his pecker up and down, making the flesh throb with passion. As he gritted his teeth, he suddenly realized how close he was to coming. Backing off, he released his pecker and tried to think of other things. There was no point in shooting his wad now. He wanted to save it for the redhead's available crotch.
He glanced at his watch once again. Soon. It would be soon now.
In her own apartment, Eileen Cramer stood naked in front of her mirror and ran a lightly powdered puff over her slim body, under the armpits, over the smooth, rounded breasts, into the brownish hair of her crotch, over her saucy buttocks. She liked what she saw. It wasn't a voluptuous body perhaps, but it was all right-better than most men got or deserved. In the dark, Manny Morris would surely be convinced she was Iris Hadley, as long as she reacted like the nympho redhead.
She put on a pair of lacy panties and a skimpy bra, followed by a blouse and skirt that would be easy to remove. Then she slipped into her sandals and looked over at the clock on the night stand. Ten minutes more.
She hurried. Rushing out to her front door, she opened it cautiously to peer out. The patio was deserted. Lights were on in most of the apartments, but no doors were open thanks to a slight chill in the air. Eileen eased herself outside, closing the door quietly behind her.
Swiftly she walked across the patio, her sandals making no noise. At the door of number sixteen, she glanced around once more. Certain no one was in sight, she inserted her key in the lock and went in, closing, but not locking, the door behind her.
Walking across the deserted darkness of the living room into the equally unlit bedroom, she removed her slippers and stretched out on the bed. She felt deliciously wicked lying there in the dark and every pore in her body seemed to tingle with the thoughts of what she was about to do. She ran her hands over the outside of her body, squeezing her breasts, then moved her fingers down over her warm thighs, up between her legs to her pantied crotch, where she massaged the flesh with the palm of her hand.
It was not something that Eileen Cramer would do; but tonight she was not Eileen Cramer, she was Iris Hadley who would do anything at all with a man. It was a rationalization that pleased her, freed her of any inhibitions she might otherwise have felt about the rendezvous.
A few minutes later she heard the front door open and close. A male voice said uncertainly, "Iris, are you in here?"
Eileen's heart raced. "Manny?" she whispered huskily.
"It's me," he said, "Manny Morris. Where are you?"
"In the bedroom, my darling," she whispered loudly. "Hurry."
He hurried, but in the dark and in his haste tripped over a chair and fell, cursing. Struggling to his feet, he said, "Can't I turn on a light?"
"No," she told him urgently. "Miss Cramer would see it and then we couldn't do anything."
He felt his way into the bedroom, guided by the sounds of her voice. Light filtered vaguely through the Venetian blinds, enough to show him a female figure on the bed.
"Iris?"
"It's me, Manny darling," she cooed in a whisper.
Eileen got up from the bed and embraced him, mashing her mouth on his, pulling him close to her, running her hands over the bulge in front of his pants.
Manny groaned. He had half-expected she'd been teasing him, but here she was fondling him, holding him, ready to do anything and everything with him-he thought.
"Oh, Iris baby," he gulped. "I've dreamed of this moment. You and me ... together ... naked."
"Me, too, Manny dear," Eileen murmured against his lips.
He forced open her lips and shoved his tongue deep inside. He hadn't actually fucked many girls, but he couldn't let her know it. Not a swinger like Iris, who'd probably had dozens of guys. He had to make her think he was confident, filled with self-assurance, that he knew how to handle a hot piece of snatch.
"Don't be bashful, Iris," he said, as he unzipped his fly.
"You either," Eileen told him.
She hadn't been kissed like that in a long time and it sent hot flashes all over her body, but especially between her legs, where she was getting all warm and moist. Boldly, (after all, she was Iris Hadley, wasn't she?) she reached into the opening of his fly and snaked out his stiff penis.
"Oh!" he moaned as she clutched him.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No, no, don't stop. It's just beautiful."
She smiled and continued stroking his throbbing penis with her eager hand, running the palm over one side and then another.
Be forceful, he told himself. Self-confident! He lifted her skirt with both hands and gripped her buttocks, massaging them gingerly. Through the thin covering of her panties, he could feel the sensual warmth of Eileen's pulsating flesh.
"Would you like to undress me, Manny?" she murmured into his ear.
"I-I'd love to, Iris," he managed.
"Then do it," she commanded.
Manny Morris nodded and began fumbling at the buttons of her blouse, fingering them loose. His trembling hands unzipped her skirt and he thrilled as it slid past her hips and formed a puddle of shadowy clothing on the floor. Gathering more courage, he eased the blouse from her shoulders, then pulled it off.
He wished they could turn on a light so he could see her magnificent body so close to him. As it was, there was enough light so he could make out her glinting flesh, see that she wore a skimpy bra and panties and nothing else. When she moved in close, he could feel her breasts pushing against his chest.
"The bra," she directed. "Take off my bra."
Manny gulped and managed to unsnap the fastenings at her back. An instant later, Eileen had pulled it off and flung the bra onto the floor nearby.
"Here, I'll get the rest," she hissed.
She was afraid he might take all night with it. Hooking her thumbs in the rim of her panties, she pulled them down over her thighs to freedom.
He grabbed her suddenly, his hands busily mauling her breasts, her thighs, her buttocks so roughly it took her breath away.
"Hey, take it easy, tiger," she said seductively. "What's the rush?"
"I-I'm sorry, Iris," he apologized "It's just that you're so beautiful."
"I understand," she said softly, "I can hardly wait myself, Manny, darling."
Remembering she was masquerading as Iris-who certainly wasn't the bashful type-Eileen renewed her jerking of Manny's stiff penis thrusting towards her.
"My turn," she said.
He was wearing a sport shirt and slacks, which she quickly removed them. Next she took off his tee shirt and jockey shorts. Then she led him to the bed, where they lay together.
He grabbed her awkwardly, roughly once again and his mouth mashed her lips, then transferred itself to her nipples, sucking greedily like a man at his last meal. His hand reached between her legs and his middle finger rammed into her crotch, finding the moist opening, delving inside with an insistence that could not be denied.
Eileen had the impression that seemed to be inexperienced, but he was certainly determined. She felt herself getting very excited by his nakedness against her, by his mouth on her breasts, his finger darting in and out of her warm, wet vagina and rubbing the hood of her clitoris one way and then another. She found herself straining to meet the thrusts of his finger. She felt hot all over, but especially so around the opening between her legs. Her nipples were up good and stiff and breasts seemed to ache.
It had been a long time and Eileen knew she might never have known this thrill if she were herself instead of pretending to be Iris Hadley. Manny was a good guy and she genuinely liked him. She also liked his hands on her flesh, his mouth on her nipples. She liked the feel of his pecker throbbing stiffly against her hands as she fondled and massaged the sex organ and testicles dangling below.
"Do you like my body, Manny, darling?" she asked him.
"Yes," he moaned deliriously. "Yes, oh yes, Iris. It's wonderful."
Eileen felt a fire build swiftly within her. She had waited a long time since her last sex and now she wanted to make up for lost time. She wanted this pecker up inside her pussy, moving swiftly in and out, finally spewing the hot semen deep inside her. She wanted to kiss his pecker, to run her hot tongue all over it, lick it up and down and all around, then suck his balls and anything else he wanted sucked.
She moaned as her body throbbed with renewed spasms of increasing passion. Desperately, she thrust her pelvis in frantic bump-and-grind movements against the finger that squished in and out of her with a steady rhythm. She gripped his stiff penis all the harder, jerking it back and forth.
Manny had never had a girl so passionate. He worked his finger in and out of her while he nibbled and sucked her nipples. Her hand pulled his pecker, causing him to thrash about so much he was afraid he might pull it out of her grasp. The taste of her powdered flesh, the female scent of her filling his nostrils, the touch of her wet crotch enveloping his thrusting finger-all these combined with her hand on his sex organ to make him more excited than he'd ever been in his life.
"Let's do it, Iris. Quick!" he said passionately.
Eileen was more than agreeable. She was beginning to feel that if something didn't give pretty soon, she was going to have cramps. Flopping on her back, she pulled him on top of her as she spread her legs wide. She reached down, took his pecker in both hands and guided him into her slick pussy, wincing as he sank into her all the way.
She hadn't hand it in so long she was almost virgin-ally tight and she felt him start to spasm.
"No, wait!" she warned. "Not yet."
Manny held his breath and held back as best he could. When the tense moment passed, he breathed a sigh of relief and began pumping his penis in and out of her. He kissed her passionately on the lips and rubbed her bare breasts with his hands. Once again he wished there was more light in the room so he could see her. But the image of her on the patio was fresh in his mind, burned there, indelibly, for all time. As he made love to the girl in his mind's eye, he could see the soft red hair, the voluptuous figure, the legs scissoring behind his back as they had when she was exercising on the patio that afternoon.
Eileen had wanted to play the part of Iris Hadley-who loved sex. Well, she was pleased now to discover she didn't have to do much acting. She loved Manny's penis fucking her pussy and she was determined to give herself as good a time as she was going to give him. She lifted her pelvis from the bed, rotated her hips, grinding her crotch against his.
In seconds she was in the midst of the most satisfying orgasm she'd ever had. The contractions of her vaginal muscles gripped his penis, squeezing it until he began spasming himself. Manny's lunges grew more frantic, more erratic. His hands mauled her breasts as he thrust his erupting penis deep inside her throbbing pussy and held it there while he came. Eileen thrust her hips up to meet his surging flood of hot semen.
Their connected bodies stiffened and shuddered in unison, sharing the ecstasy of their double climax. Slowly they collapsed in a limp, sweat-soaked tangle of arms and legs on the bed.
After a while, Eileen asked him anxiously, "Did you like it, Manny, darling?"
"Yes," he told her enthusiastically. "Yes, oh yes, oh yes!"
Well, she thought smugly, I showed him I wasn't, a bore in the sack-except, she thought further in consternation, he doesn't know I'm Eileen Cramer, He still thinks I'm Iris Hadley.
She considered telling him, but she was too embarrassed to do so. Besides, no telling what he might do. He might actually go to Iris because he felt cheated by not having her. No, she had to keep up the masquerade-for awhile, at least.
He propped himself up on one elbow. "Hey, I forgot."
"What?"
"You wanted me to--well, to fuck you in the ass."
She laughed, leaned forward and kissed him full on the lips. "Don't worry, we'll do it that way next time."
She got off the bed and quickly dressed. He said, "Do you have to go now?"
"I must. No use taking chances. If we're discovered, we may not be able to do this again."
He brightened. "Then you do want to do it again?"
"Of course. Don't you?"
"You bet I do, Iris. I love having you. You get me more excited than any girl I've ever known."
Eileen smiled in the darkness. "I'll leave now. You wait a few minutes before going back to your apartment." At the bedroom door, she paused. "Oh yes, tomorrow try to pretend as though nothing has happened between us. I'll do the same. Okay?"
"Okay," he said.
Then she was gone. Manny folded his arms under his head and stared into the darkness, reminiscing, reliving the sexual experience he'd just had. That Ms Hadley is a real sexpot, all right and fucking her had been easier than I thought, He told himself, gathering self-confidence.
He hoped the other girls in the contest would be as easy.