Chapter 2
June Lahn came back from Bermuda and started raising hell almost immediately. Barney judged her to be about twenty-eight or twenty-nine, a trimly tailored woman who wore horn-rimmed glasses and no makeup who didn't seem very attractive at all. She seemed to be all wrapped up in her work, and when Barney submitted his first samples to her, she turned each and every one down. He rewrote the copy half a dozen times before she was satisfied.
At first, he thought she didn't like him for some reason and was just picking on him, but after the sixth rewrite, his tired brain recognized the fact that her suggestions had been correct and, in fact, the copy was much better now. He felt respect for her and wondered about her. When he saw her conferring with Tony D'Onofrio, the art director, he wondered about them. Tony was dark and sleekly handsome, not the type to be attracted to a woman who looked like June Lahn. Maybe when she took the glasses and clothes off, there was something he didn't suspect underneath, some hidden tigress. She had good features, patrician almost, and with a new hairdo and some artfully applied makeup, he could see where she would make a damned attractive woman. But June only seemed interested in her work.
He was impressed with Tony. From what he had heard, Tony earned about $30,000 a year as one of the art directors. He was a highly talented man in his early thirties. Barney had come to him with several ideas on men's wear advertisements and Tony had translated the ideas into pictures that complemented the headline and copy perfectly. It was Barney's idea that an interesting headline and an interesting picture should grab the potential customer almost immediately, then the copy would hopefully sell him on the product.
Tony and June battled continually, both being perfectionists, each convinced that their field was the most important one. June tended to side with Barney in placing prominence on the headline in the advertisement, and Tony insisted on the picture being the eye-catcher. To hear the two of them battle, it was difficult to believe they were lovers or even sleeping with each other.
One night Barney had to work late on a piece of copy. He finished it around 8:30 and walked into June's office without knocking on the door, as was his custom. The two of them, June and Tony, were on her couch naked. They were in the classic 69 position with June on bottom. They were so busy with each other they didn't see Barney. He tiptoed out, his heart pounding. The view he had gotten of June's naked body convinced him that she was indeed a shapely woman. Very shapely indeed. He made up his mind he was going to get a piece of the action. Accordingly, he deliberately stayed late the following evening, too, although he didn't have to. He invited June to have dinner with him. She looked at him over her eyeglasses.
"To what do I owe the honor of this invitation?"
"I'm an inveterate apple polisher," he grinned. "It's that time-honored American custom known as getting in good with the boss."
"Oh, I'm not your boss, Barney. Mr. Stouben-"
"I have no compunctions about working under a woman," he said. Or playing under a woman, he thought, thinking how he was going to get her clothes off that night if he was lucky.
They had dinner at Cherio's, an Italian restaurant a dozen blocks away. They had antipasto, scampi, spaghetti, salad and a bottle of Chianti. For dessert, they had zabaglione and espresso. It was a fine dinner, one calculated to place any female in a receptive frame of mind for sexual shenanigans later.
When they got back to the office, she asked him to bring in the copy he was working on. He did so and she went over it with a ruthless blue pencil, changing a word here, a line there, until he saw he would have to do the entire piece over.
"You're incorrigible," Barney said, "I thought I could bribe you with a fine dinner, but apparently I couldn't."
She took off her glasses and peered at him owlishly. "I'm sorry, but I thought those changes were absolutely necessary, otherwise I wouldn't have made them." She started to put her glasses back on but he took them from her.
"You don't really need these, do you, June?" he softly inquired.
"I'm blind as a bat without them," she said.
"You're also very pretty without them. How come you don't wear lipstick or eye shadow?"
"I only put on cosmetics on state occasions," she said.
"I hope you don't mind these personal questions, but I'm interested in you as a woman, June."
"I should hope so. May I have my glasses, please?"
It was then he kissed her. Her breath was sweet and she squirmed a little in his firm grasp, but when his tongue found hers, she stopped squirming and nestled in his arms, her mouth opening wider to accommodate his tongue. The tip of his tongue touched the tip of her tongue, then slid upwards, their warm saliva melting in each other's mouths.
Then his hands rose up and cupped both her breasts. They were living, pulsating twin beauties under his clutching fingers, surprisingly large and full.
She tore her mouth away from his. "Barney, I don't think we'd better-oh, god!"
His hand had found her slit and his finger was deep in the moist sweetness of it. He caressed her vagina and this time she kissed him. Hard. Very hard, her mouth wide open, her tongue squirming around in his mouth wetly.
Male and female, they were the epitome of their species. His chest was broad, her chest was an eye-dazzling size 40 curvesome expanse of white bosom tipped with a luscious pink. His hips were narrow, her hips swelled out from the slimness of her incredible waist to a lush fullness that promised unspoken delights. His legs were long and muscular, her legs were long and supple, and as she stood on tiptoe to embrace him, her tantalizing breasts crushed against his hairy chest, she twined her toes around his hairy ankles, digging her red toenails into his hard flesh, straining against him as she felt the strong, virile thrust of his penis against her, straining to enter her, pierce her, make her moan with pleasure.
"You were made for me, baby," he said huskily, his hands cupping her luscious breasts, savoring the exquisite silkiness of the skin.
"You're my king, my conqueror, my paladin," she murmured, nestling close to him, squirming her white thighs against the stiffness of his tool. He clamped his legs tightly against her thighs, shoving his penis between them, feeling molten waves of tickling sensations go coursing through his body.
Her black silk blouse was open down to her waist, and his fingers found their way inside the blouse and squeezed one lovely breast until she bit her hp and moaned. Then he took her pink nipple between his index finger and thumb and caressed it, her curving breast warm and quivering under his other three fingers.
"Darling...." she murmured, her eyes half closed, loving the tickling sensations.
He nibbled at her ear. "What, honey? Name it" He shoved his penis between her legs again, trying to hold back until the ultimate entrance into her slit. Meanwhile, this sexual foreplay was quite pleasurable. The trouble was, once they got started they couldn't seem to stop. Forbidden fruit tasted better.
"Kiss my nipples?" she suggested languorously. She gazed at him through heavy-lidded eyes, the pupils dark and mysterious and inviting.
"With pleasure," he said, bending his curly head down to her breast and fixing his lips upon the pink quivering nipple. It was so moist so pointy, so delicious tasting. He could never get enough of mouthing her nipples, and she felt the same way. She ran the tip of her tongue along her lower hp, making it even more moist, and clamped her thighs down hard against his striving male flesh.
"God," she breathed, "I love it when you kiss my nipples! Don't neglect the other one."
"Sorry," he grinned. He pulled her black blouse aside and bent his head toward the other nipple catching its sweet succulence between his halfclosed teeth, so sharp and yet so gentle. He nibbled her wet nipple for perhaps thirty seconds, then softly inquired whether he was hurting her.
"Oh god, darling, I wish you had another mouth so you could simultaneously be nibbling between my legs while you're nibbling at my nipples. Oooooh ... don't stop!"
Thinking she wanted his mouth at her slit, he had begun to go down, and she didn't want him to go down just yet, not while it felt so divine, that hard, masculine mouth of his on her moist, dripping nipples.
He felt the nipple becoming hard and the breast becoming firmer and quivering under his quick, darting little bites and kisses.
"Does it tickle?" he asked.
"Does it!" she gasped, her eyes closed in ecstasy, "I don't want you ever to stop."
"Don't worry, sweetie, I won't." And he continued to nibble and suck both her nipples until they felt like thick corks in his mouth.
"I love your body," he said.
"Not me?" she asked, piqued.
"Of course," he replied, seeing that she was hurt, "But you're your body and your body is you. Your breasts, for example ... ," he cupped them, squeezing them, fondling them lovingly. "Your breasts are very definitely you. A part of you I can never get out of my mind. And these, too...." He kissed her nipples, his tongue delicately flicking out to touch the soft pinkness, his warm saliva dripping down on them as he licked lovingly at their deliciousness.
"These are very definitely you." He concentrated on her breasts and nipples for perhaps ten minutes, savoring their sweetness. She lay back with her eyes closed. He drew her gently to him, his arms around her slim waist, hugging her, loving her. Then his mouth slowly found its way down to her indented navel. She shivered and shuddered in delight as his wet lips pressed deep into her navel.
"This too," he murmured, "This is you. Your sweet little belly button, I love it. There's the barest taste of talcum powder where you dusted yourself. It's such a clean, sweet taste."
"Oh, darling," she whispered, stroking his upstanding tool, "You're such a divine lover."
His lips found their way down to her mons veneris and his tongue licked its devilish way up into her slit. "And this. Especially this, I do love this cunt," he said, his voice muffled by what he was doing to it so masterfully.
She writhed, her hips and buttocks undulating sensuously under the divine whip of his tongue and mouth licking away so wetly, sending divine tickles through her body.
There was a certain powerful aura of masculinity he radiated and this added to her sensuous pleasure. And the fact that she loved him even if is was only for the moment. Sex was the greatest thing in the world, but love, even temporary love, increased the sweetness of it tenfold, made it much more fulfilling. She could feel his hot, wet tongue slithering in and out of her vagina, and she writhed under him voluptuously, loving him passionately for the exquisite pleasure he was giving her. It wasn't just a raw, brutal drive, a lunging, jabbing, panting animal act, it was an act of love with many dimensions and subtleties. Like that subtle tongue of his. God! She'd go crazy if he kept it up much longer.
She blindly groped for his powerful shoulders and felt the rippling of male muscle. "Sweetheart, I adore you," she said.
Suddenly, he brought his wet, slavering lips back to her nipples and ran his tongue around their soft pinkness in small circles. She shuddered, feeling the pink tips harden and grow erect. His hairy fingers moved to her thighs and spread them. She panted hotly, raising her buttocks higher to him. He was breathing heavily now, his muscles straining as he lifted her buttocks and carefully fit his penis to her Venus mound. It slipped in so juicily and she groaned aloud, her eyes closed in ecstasy.
She loved him mightily for the exquisite tickling sensations he was causing in her, responding intuitively, her hands going over every inch of his hard, hairy body, plucking at his nipples and erogenous areas to arouse him even further.
Inch by delicious inch, his tool slid into her femininity as he deliberately held it back to make the tickling last longer. Then, when he reached the innermost depths of her vagina and she was groaning involuntarily with the sheer pleasure of it, he softly inquired, "Now do you believe I love you?"
"Yes! Oh, yes! Screw me, darling, shove it in and out of me, that sweet lovable prick of yours! Do me, darling, screw me!"
He needed no urging, of course. He took hold of her rounded hips and lifted them up closer to his tool, slipping a cushion underneath her buttocks to prop them up. This gave a new dimension to their lovemaking, the cushion helping him to penetrate her even further, although it did not seem possible.
In and out he plunged, his lips crushing her lips, his fingers fondling her breasts and nipples, savoring the beauty of her body, tracing the juiciness of her flesh. He sank his teeth into her white shoulders and the sharp pain added to her pleasure.
"Turn over," he whispered, "I'm going to screw you from the back."
She turned over and squatted on her hands and knees as he found her vagina and pumped away dog-like. "Oh, god!" she groaned, her lips wet with excitement. It felt even better than before and before had been simply heavenly. He cupped his hands under her ripe breasts hanging like two juicy melons tipped with two bright red cherries and began squeezing their sweetness, plucking the nipples until they became human cherries, hard and ripe and good enough to eat. Meanwhile, his tool was swooping in and out of her slit like an enraged Cossack, zipping in and out faster and faster because he could no longer contain his passion.
"Ahhhh," he groaned as he ejaculated, the hot white semen spurting into her undulating vagina, the sheer delightful pleasure of it all causing them both to collapse on the couch which had been creaking away a mile a minute under his pumping.
"Now do you believe I love you?" he whispered.
"You've proven it beyond a shadow of a doubt," she panted, wriggling her hips voluptuously to extract the last drop of pleasure-giving semen from his monstrous tool, which felt so wet and huge and fleshy inside her vagina. And so g-o-o-d!
Her ripe, milky breasts flattened against his bare chest. She swung her loins into his, rubbing them hungrily and invitingly.
Then she kissed him. It seemed to him that in all his life, he had never quite experienced a kiss like this. It wasn't just a beautiful woman kissing him, it was a female tigress crushing his lips to hers, thirstily seeking his tongue.
This kiss seemed to last hours, but they were heavenly hours. She moved her mouth around and around in concentric circles, her ripe red lips mashing his to hers, her tongue flickering in and out of his drooling mouth, their saliva mixing inextricably. His brain reeled as he felt her cool hands on his tool delicately playing with it, fingering it, affording him consummate pleasure while she kissed and kissed and kissed.
Then he felt her inserting the thick meaty tip of his dong into the mouth of her wet and waiting slit, and her hips wriggling to accommodate the monster. She sighed. She groaned. She panted. She moaned. She made every sound a woman could make when she is experiencing the exquisite delight of a tool being inserted into her cunny. The rigid member slipped deep into her femaleness and made its way up the slippery channel of delight.
Their groins touched and were like one body. She arched backwards and his tool slithered in ever so sweetly as she wriggled her hips to accommodate it. He jabbed away in and out, in and out repeatedly as she urged him on with little piteous cries of ecstasy and pleasure.
"Wait!" she exclaimed suddenly, 'let me get on top of you, you wonderful hunk of all-American man."
And suiting the action to the words, she climbed on top of him and straddled his tool with her white luscious thighs, gradually sliding down. Taking her time about it in order to make the pleasure last as long as possible, she enticingly wriggled her hips and clenched her cunt muscles so that it was like a beautiful female fireman sliding down a male firepole of hot burning flesh. And how she loved it!
He helped by raising his hands to her full breasts and squeezing them, twiddling her ripe nipples until she gasped with animal pleasure. She reached down and cupped his heavy, hairy balls, caressing their richness, savoring their virility and the promise of great pleasure when they would release the thick hot semen into her. She raised her hips and pulled his tool along with her, then sank down with a sweet sigh of surrender, her curving hips undulating like a belly dancer as his tool stabbed upwards into her very core.
Then she slowly, quite carefully lay over on her side so that he was now screwing her sideways, his hands clutching her bosom and squeezing every beautiful creamy inch of the twin curving beauties. Then she rolled over on her belly and he was now screwing her from the back and the pleasure was even more intense.
He sank his teeth into her shoulders, nibbling away as he pumped in and out, in and out repeatedly. "Do you like what I'm doing?" he panted, his eyes gleaming ferociously with lust and passion.
"Love it! Love it!" she exclaimed, "I'm dying!"
His balls were bouncing against her buttocks as he pumped away into her, and she was wriggling her hips lasciviously.
"Are you r-ready?" he stammered, his tongue licking away at her ear.
"Yes, oh yes, darling!" she groaned and he let loose a stream of hot white semen forthwith. She tore at the couch in her frenzy as she experienced the delight of the orgasm and his teeth biting her shoulder in the frenzy and sweetness of the ejaculation.