Chapter 1
THE TINGLING SENSATON WENT ON AND ON....
Jean Sampson stretched languidly in her recliner beach chair and watched Joe's browned hand slip under the hem of her miniskirt.
Tingles swept along her thighs, up to her crotch. She spread her legs, drinking in the senuous feel of his fingers on her responsive flesh.
"Like that?" Joe asked, smiling.
"Not bad," she answered, feigning a sophistication she wished she really had.
It was mid-afternoon, and sea gulls coasted overhead, making their odd cries. She had come to Santa Barbara the day before, taken an expensive beach house near the ocean. She liked the little shaded enclosure at the rear, where she sat now with Joe, her hired escort. It was a day for swim suits, really, but she hated them because she didn't have the figure for it. She had such large hips!
Even in the eighth grade her nickname had been Hips Sampson. The fact that her father owned the biggest sawmill in Troy, Montana hadn't even put her with the 'in' crowd during her high school years.
Her mother had died when she was quite young, and her father had sold the old home, moving into a fine, new apartment, close to the mill. He owned the apartment house, too. She had gone to work in the sawmill office. She didn't have to; her mother had left her a large inheritance. She had never lacked for spending money.
Very nice to have, but even that hadn't attracted any virile men. Not in Troy, Montana. Everybody knew her. Even the salesmen didn't bother. Her round face, her plain appearance, and especially her big round bottom, kept the males away.
When she was twenty-one she had taken her own apartment. She had always been alone a great deal, and furnishing the place had given her something to do; taking care of it ate up some of her lonely hours.
Then, at age twenty-three, on a vacation at Reno, she had heard about a unique 'service' for lonesome girls, Men for hire, by the evening or by the day or week. Call-boys.
As Joe's hand crept further along her tingly thighs, nearly touching the thin stretch of her panties, she remembered her first experience with a sigh of erotic nostalgia....
She sat in front of the vanity mirror of her plush hotel suite and fussed with her shiny blonde hair. A bartender in Harold's Club had told her where to call ... an unlisted number. Once she mentioned the bartender's name, the woman who answered grew very cooperative.
What time would she like her escort to arrive? About how old should he be? She had always liked the idea of having a man ten years her senior, so she had asked for someone at least thirty-two. Fine, she knew just the man for her. And so on.
Now that it was about time for a man named Ed to knock on her hotel room door, she grew very nervous. She didn't want to go out on the town; people stared at her bigness.
No man has ever kissed me or held my breasts or reached under my dress, she thought, wistfully. But tonight, for a hundred dollars, I'll get what I've been wanting for so many years.
Money was no problem. She wondered why she hadn't thought of it before. There were whorehouses for the man in Troy, but none for the girls.
They were supposed to wait for marriage. Well, she had waited too long already. Not even a steady. It was shameful. She always kept herself tidy, her hair well-groomed. She was almost too particular about cleanliness. Her apartment was always spotless.
She realized, of course, that she could probably catch some lout of a drunken woods-worker, but there would still be in the back of her mind the idea that he might have her father's money in mind. If she married a person like that, Sam would probably disinherit her.
She wasn't going to toss away a fortune just to have a man-any man.
At an early age she had found a way to relieve her nerves, have at least some fun out of life, Everyone needed some sort of sexual outlet. So, whenever she saw a romantic movie or read a sexy novel, she knew how to take the edge of her hunger away.
Whenever she did it, she imagined all kinds of sensual scenes. She had overcome her earlier shame about the act; she had read books and studied enough to know that nearly everybody masturbated.
A few times she had tried candles....
She adjusted her filmy wrapper, hoping her hired lover would look at her best points instead of her worst. Her breasts weren't too bad, really. They were still firm and shapely. Her waist was trim. If only her hips weren't so huge ... or her face so round....
She had a good mouth, too. Full and wide.
At home she never used eye makeup, but in vacation spots like Reno, she did. She had made her mouth red, too. The yellow mist of nylon revealed the pinkness of her nipples.
They've never been kissed, either! I'm a big-hipped virgin, ready for her real first fun.
Her hymen had been broken, of course, years earlier. She had used a round piece of sponge rubber. Some day she was determined to buy a real imitation. She'd heard about them but she didn't know where to get one. In the Orient, of course, such things were common; maybe she'd take a trip there soon.
Imagine what people would say in Troy if they found out she was using a dildo, or buying her dates! She laughed to herself. At least, she had always tried to have a sense of humor. It made things easier for her. At the mill office she told smutty stories. She had a knack for it.
Most of the gals there were friendly, but she never pushed herself on them. She was the Boss's Daughter. She didn't have to be there, at all.
The expected rapping came on her hotel door. She left her place in front of the mirror and ran to answer the knock. Her heart pounded. She was flushed. Could she really go through with it. She had had a tray of bottles and ice and mixer sent up; she had already downed two highballs. She wasn't used to drinking, and she felt the liquor in her veins. It seemed to give her courage.
She opened the door and experienced a swift thrill. He was tall and quite handsome! Tanned, smiling, a touch of gray at his temples. He had good teeeth.
"Come in!" she exclaimed.
"I'm Ed," he offered, his eyes taking in her figure. He didn't appear offended. He was probably used to older dames; they generally had more money to spend.
"Call me Hips," she said, pointing to the array of bottles and glasses. She still was very nervous, excited.
"Hell, you're young-and fresh," he said.
She flushed, too aware of her near-nakedness. Perhaps she should have gone out on the town with him first.
"Liar," she said, but the words pleased her. That was part of his job. "Oh I'd better get this done first...." She found her purse in a chair and drew out two fifty-dollar billls. She handed them over. He looked a little embarrassed.
"Should I have slipped it in your pocket or something" she asked, uneasily. "This is my first time-"
He smiled. "No, that's fine...." He put the money away in his billfold. He came toward her. "What do you mean, first time?"
She tried to laugh. "I'm the small-town grown-up virgin, Ed! Are you flattered"
"Hell, yes!"
His arm went around her waist. She trembled. She had never even danced with a man. On a floor she would feel much too awkward. At school she had been invited to a few dances, mainly because of her father's influence, but the embarrassment of not being asked out on the floor had driven her home, to stay. In some ways, she had developed a hatred for men. She knew it wasn't a healthy attitude, but she couldn't help some resentment.
She wouldn't dance with other girls; she had a grain of pride left. She couldn't get dates the regular way, so she was buying one.
Would he kiss her? She had heard that whores refused to kiss their customer-for obvious reasons ... She knew what French kisses were.
His right hand opened the gap in the top of her wrapper. His fingers touched her breasts. She leaned nearer, shivering. Her nipples tingled and swelled. She had excited them many times herself, but this was much more stimulating. Ohhhhh, much!
"That feels good," she said, boldly.
He cupped her charms with more enthusasm. He leaned his head down and kissed her under the ear. She had dabbed her best perfume there. Spicy sensations shot along her body. I'm turning hot awfully fast. I do need a man's hands on me.
"These are great," he whispered, teasing her nipples.
"Ohhh-I love it, Ed."
"Do you like a lot of playing around, sweetie"
Things weren't going to be difficult at all!
"Of course," she breathed. She remembered some of the books she had read. "Make me pant, honey. Make me really want it!"
He opened her wrapper all the way down. Sparkly thrills fanned out across her loins. He caressed the flare of her hips, then danced his fingers between her thighs.
She had made herself as dainty as she knew how. She was all showered and powdered and perfumed. She wanted this to be a big night. She was tired of dreaming and wishing and wondering how it would feel to have a man inside her, hot and close. Money could get this for her.
His hand on her vee awakened voluptuous, cozy thrills. He pressed and shaped her.
'Ohhh-nice!" she cried.
"Very," he said.
"I don't want to-rush," she answered, remembering the drinks she had planned to serve. His interest was making her forget everything. She shuddered as he opened the soft lips of her femininity and found the little tip of her passion. Stings of delight swirled through her body.
"Don't you?" he asked teasingly.
"Ohhh-I'm getting hot fast!" she cried softly.
He chuckled and drew his hand away. "We'll slow down, then. I could use a drink...."
She hated the sudden break in her pleasure, but she had paid for a whole night. Lots of time for fun.
After a few highballs apiece, he undressed, and she stretched out on the bed, her wrapper off. She turned the lights down so her bigness would not be so noticeable.
He sank down beside her. He was in good physical shape. She wondered if he did anything else for a living-besides pleasing vacationing girls. He evaded all her questions.
"How do you want it, first?" he whispered, leaning above her, kissing a saucy nipple. His hand was between her thighs again, teasing a-round. She shivered, the liquor giving her enough courage to say what she had never said to anyone.
"Play with me a lot, like you're doing-and then-put it in...."
His hand on her vee grew more insistent. She spread her thighs, quaking with want. Oh, it was so keen and wonderful!
"Aren't the boys at home treating you right, sweetie?"
"Nooo. Ohhh-honey!"
She looked down at his rigid manhood. She had seen diagrams and pictures, but this was real. This was 'live.' She ventured to reach down and hold him. Sensuous tremors shot from her nipples to her erected clitoris. He was playing with her so skillfulllly," lifting her passion, making her squirm and her breath quicken.
Finally, he crouched above her. She was frantic for it now. She lifted her hips and brought her legs up, as she had dreamed of doing so many times. Her soft thighs burned on his body. She felt the pressure of his penis at the door of her femininity.
She strained upward, and then he was entering. Ohhhh-it was even better then she had ever imagined. It was hot and sweet and he seemed to fill her. She heard herself moan as he drove into her seething depths. A quick, hard wave of tremors possessed her. Her loins blazed, and suddenly she knew what it was to feel a man deep just as her climax began.
She shouted. The heavenly throbs were like nothing she had ever experienced! It seemed to go on and on and on-sweet little bunchings and spasmings....
"You're real great," he whispered, when her first storm was over. He was still hard inside her. "You're very snug."
Ohhh-is that good?"
"That makes it real good," he said.
She relaxed for a moment, dreamily. I finally did it. I got my little gun off with a man a-bove me, inside me....
"Can-you do it for me again?" she whispered.
"Hell, yes. I haven't even started yet!
She sighed. He braced there, and she began to squirm and lift ... Ohhh, it was going to be even better!
"Come on now, sweetie," he breathed a-round her nipples. "Take it slow and easy. That's it-play around ... No, not so fast. Make it last longer...."
She learned a lot that night. Before morning she climaxed four times. And the last one, when he buried his shaft deep and spurted his passion inside her, was beyond any question the best one of all.