Chapter 3
SEA HUNT
In the morning, Jeff Harlow awoke from a sound sleep to find himself in bed alone. He sat up, abruptly, and called Freda's name. No answer. He wondered where she possibly could have gone. He was sure, she didn't have to report to BRUNO'S PLACE until early evening.
He scrambled out of bed and grabbed up the bathrobe. He went into the living room and looked in the kitchenette for her. She wasn't there. Neither were there any signs of where she might have gone.
He ran a hand over his square jaw, thoughtfully. His whiskers were starting to sprout. So he decided to go into the bathroom and shave and shower while waiting for her to get back.
When he got there, he discovered that all his clothes were gone. It couldn't be possible that she was afraid he'd run out on her and had taken his clothes were her, to make sure he stayed there. He wasn't that important to her. But, there wasn't much else he could do without his clothes, except wait until she got back. So, without thinking to lock the door, he peeled off his robe and went about his personal chores.
He didn't hear the door open because he was under the shower at the time. He didn't know Freda had returned home until he stepped from the shower dripping wet, and saw her standing there with her arms folded, back to the door, staring at him.
"How little," she declared. "Is it always that little when you shower?"
He didn't answer her but grabbed a towel and began to dry himself off-She kept looking down at him with fascination. "I bet I can' make it big!"
"It might be better if you'd tell me what you did with my clothes," he said, still rubbing his body with the big towel.
"Your suit's at the cleaners. One of those one-day service places. In at nine, out at five. So you'll have it tonight."
"And the rest of my things?"
"In the washer in the basement," she told him, her eyes still glued on him in peaceful repose. "Watch him wake up."
Slowly she raised her skirt up her thighs. She wore nq stockings and her naked flesh gleamed white.
"See!" she exclaimed gleefully as he began to rise with her skirt until he could see her pink nylon panties. "Take my pants off."
He needed no second invitation but stepped toward her and gently grabbed a handful of her through the skimpy panties. She gasped and her body jumped with the thrill it caused her. Then he peeled her panties down her legs and she stepped out of them.
"Now my dress," she bade him and held her hands up over her head.
It was a plain cotton shift that he pulled off over her head in one sweep. Then she kicked off her white sandals and was as naked as he.
She leaned toward the big, old-fashioned tub and turned on the hot and cold water. "What's that for?" he asked. "You're going to give me a bath," she told him, as she straightened away from the tub and took a couple of steps toward him. Her arms went around his neck and she pressed her stomach against his hardness. "Then we're going to spend a wonderful day together-right here in my apartment. No-body'll disturb us and we won't have a thing to think about except making out."
"And my clothes?"
She kissed him. "I'll get your things from the washer when they're ready and iron 'em for you; and your suit, I'll pick it up at five. Then we'll go see Roy."
"Roy?"
"At BRUNO'S PLACE." She drew back slightly to study his face. "Stop me if I'm wrong-but you ARE looking for a job, aren't you?"
He thought of New York and what he had to do there. A job would be fine-just to tide him over-until he could get his bearings.
"Yes, I'd like a job. A temporary one."
"Roy needs a dishwasher. There's nothing more temporary than that. I mean-if you're not too proud to wash dishes."
He grinned mirthlessly. "After eight years in prison, you don't come out with very much pride."
The tub was almost filled now. She gave him a little bump with her stomach, then turned toward the tub, leaned into it and shut off the faucets. She tested the temperature of the water with a big toe. It was just right so she got into the tub and sat down. She lifted her arms to him, imploringly.
"Come...."
He stepped to the side of the tub and looked down at her. The water barely covered her breasts and they floated in front of her. Of course, she no more expected him to give her a bath than he intended giving her one. She'd taken a shower before she took his suit to the cleaners, and he'd just stepped out of one.
She reached up and took hold of him and drew him forward. "C'mon in-the water's fine."
How could a man refuse an invitation like this? He got into the tub and sat behind her. She leaned her back against his chest, so that he could fondle one breast as it floated atop the water with one hand; his other hand moving downward over her belly.
She tilted up her face so he could kiss her, as her hand went behind her, found him and began stroking him gently, under the water.
"You ever do it in the water?"
"Up until last night, it was a long time since I did it any place," he reminded her.
"First place I ever did it was in the water ... in a tub just like this," she confided.
He smiled. "I've heard of a girl losing her virginity in a lot of places-but never in a bathtub."
"It's true," Freda insisted. "When I was little my cousin used to live with us and we always used to take a bath together."
"Girl cousin?"
She shook her head, "Boy cousin. Although I never found out whether he was my real cousin or some kid my mother got money for taking care of. Anyway, it happened every Saturday night. The two of us'd get into the tub and sometimes my mother'd just go out and forget we were even there."
"Sounds like fun."
"Naw. We were just kids. Oh, we maybe got curious once in a while. But like I say-we were innocent kids. Until one summer, he went away to camp. I don't know what the hell they taught him in that camp. But when he came home he sure wasn't the same innocent little boy who went away. Just as soon as we got in the tub that first Saturday night he was home, and he heard my mother go out, he started right to work on me."
"Like this?" Jeff whispered close to her ear, as his finger manipulations began to bring on the desired effect.
"Not half as nice," she whispered as she turned her head so he could kiss her again. "But it was new then. It made me feel like I'd never felt in my whole life before. Of course, I hollered and cried and fought, and I told him I was going to tell my mother. But he went all the way just the same."
"Did you tell your mother?"
"Naw. I'm not sure she'd have done anything anyway. She was always bringing home some strange guy herself, going to bed with him. Besides, I was afraid if I told, we wouldn't be taking any more baths together. Anyway, that's the story of my life; that's why I like it in the water once in a while. I sort of got used to it, I guess. But how many guys do you find, who'll do you in a bathtub? I suggest it and they look at me like I'm some kind of a nut-or that maybe I'm some kind of fiend and once I get 'em in the tub, I'll drown 'em." Once more she turned her head, parted her lips and smeared them on his in a kiss as she stroked his manliness to dangerous tingling. "But not you-you're different. You don't mind trying it here in the tub with me, do you?"
"I'm afraid you're going to have to give me a few pointers."
"It's easy," she assured him as she lay face downward in the water, as if she were going to swim; keeping herself afloat by hanging onto the sides of the tub with her two hands; the pink cheeks of her buttocks breaking the surface of the water like the rounded tops of submerged twin mountains. "We used to call it-'playing sailboats'."
"Sailboats?"
"Sort of like a code name-like our own private little joke."
At her direction, Jeff knelt in the water between her wide-spread legs and grasped her about the thighs, bringing them close against his hips. He held her legs up high enough so that he could move forward and float into her.
It was an entirely new and different thrill than Jeff had ever known before. Highly sensitized by the warm water that swirled and lapped against them in soft waves, they both experienced an added titillation from this novel position as he entered her.
Gliding over the nerve center of her womanhood, the sensitive underpart of the nose of his projectile was aware of the stimulation it was causing her.
It was a delightful sensation that re-occurred when he withdrew from her. Best of all, he was in complete command of the entire action. Slowly he would propel her away from him and feel the cavern fill with water; then he'd let her float back slowly, easily, as he displaced the water each time he reentered.
Occasionally, when he brought her back to him and the submarine lay quietly as if at anchor deep inside the submerged cove, he let her ride there as his hands stole under the water. They glided through the snarl of coarse, black seaweed that guarded the entrance to the cavern, then over the glass-like smoothness of her belly to grasp her huge breasts that, as if in defiance of gravity, swung weightlessly from side to side with each light movement of the water. Overly-sensitive by the warmth of the water, her nipples shot erect each time he fingered them and he could feel the heated sides of the cavern close in against the walls of the projectile entrapped in its depth.
Then as the passion began to grow inside them and their breathing became uncontrollable, he found himself gripping her thighs more tightly, and propelling her back and forth against him, faster and faster. The sensation of the water was gone now and all feeling was centered in the spot where they were fused together. He was cruel in his thrusts now. Each time he brought her back to him, he rammed against her, harder, more violently; drawing ecstatic moans from deep down inside her.
Freda couldn't help but be aware of the shudder that passed through Jeff's sinewy body and the knowledge that he was fighting to hold back until she was ready. He didn't know that she was doing a little holding back herself. The sensations he was causing her were so overpowering that she wanted them to go on and on. But eventually he touched the detonator and the inevitable fury took hold of her and she willingly submitted to the surging pleasure he caused to flow through her.
"Now ... now...." she began to scream but the words were chopped off when he grabbed her thighs in an iron-grip and drew her to him ... as deeper he thrust ... expanding to a size that actually took away her breath.
She braced herself as if against the onslaught of a hurricane; locking her feet together behind his back so that nothing could separate them. For what seemed an eternity, he held her there against him ... as he grew and grew ... and then with one sudden almost imperceptible motion, he let go inside her unleashing the full force of the hurricane against her ... the unrelenting, inevitable flood-waters following in its wake ... carried both of them along into the blinding delight of fulfillment as Freda squeezed her thighs and her buttocks against him and clung to the sides of the tub with her two hands as if to let go might cost her life....