Chapter 10
AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN....
"Nickie-poo," said Lila, "I haven't the foggiest old notion of how to catch a lobster. Couldn't we just shut off this silly old motor and sort of smooch a little?"
"No," said Nickie between clenched teeth. He was clinging hard to the rudder of an outboard motor boat. They were scudding over the soft water of the blue Carribbean. Moonlight flickered "ver the waves.
Nickie was exercising all his negligible power of resistance to Lila, which was necessary because she kept brushing his chest with the tips of her breasts.
Fully outlined under her white blouse, the breasts moved across him and swung back for another round. They moved rhythmically, like windshield wipers caressing the windshield.
The succulence of her thighs was not easy to miss either. She was wearing short shorts, so that her husband could see the entire length of her strong legs, could see moonlight shining on her eager, fleshy thigh.
The shorts were so tight that Nickie could see faint outlines of promise where the cloth was pulled as though they would burst forth at any moment.
Nickie was living in fear that they would do just that. He knew if he got one more look at Lila's wiggling rear portion, he would be lost. He'd be making love to her and failing in his duty to kill her.
Lila was an extremely happy bride, except for her current frustration in getting Nickie to relieve her sexual tension. It was a tension that had not been relieved since morning. Good heavens.
How long did he expect her to stand it? And on her honyemoon, too.
Lila had been shopping all day. She had spent five thousand dollars on jewels, a thousand on dresses, and three hundred dollars on night gowns.
Lila economized on this last item because she figured a man of Nickie's talents was going to keep her naked most of the time. But she could wear her jewelry anytime. Even when she was naked.
Jewelry did not interefere with the important thing in life.
Last, and symbolically, Lila bought a seventy-five dollar alligator purse. Now that she was going to have so much money; she couldn't keep it in just any old thing, could she?
Nickie had signed all the checks. He was generous, but he seemed preoccupied. Lila, very naturally, had thought it was her he was preoccupied with. She thought he was eager to get back to the bungalow and consummate some more.
Then he'd come up with this thing about a lobster hunt. Lila did not want lobsters. They were ugly, and broiled in butter they had all sorts of calories. Lila wanted sex.
And Lila, with her attributes, was used to having sex anytime she wanted it. She would get it now, she told herself, yawning and unbuttoning the two top buttons on her blouse.
The motorboat quavered off course as her foothills loomed forth. The memory of those majestic peaks still covered by her clothing pounded in Nickie's brain. He pushed his feet hard into the bottom of the boat as if to root himself to the spot. He brought the boat back into line.
Lila was puzzled. That should have done it, she thought. Oh well, a challenge would be interesting. When Nickie did get started, he was dynamite. Yes, indeedy. She remembered his last explosion, which had blown both of them sky high.
She debated what to do next.
Seldom in her life had she ever had to go beyond the point of unfastening the top of her blouse. Logically, she unzipped her shorts and wiggled out of them. It took a considerable amount of wiggling, because they were so tight.
Lila muttered under her breath. Her full, sensual lips drew into a pout. Her motion became frantic The shorts had stuck halfway down her stomach. The partly opened zipper displayed a flash of pink bikini panties just below the puncture of her twin mounds.
"Oh" Lilia moaned. "Help me, Nickie!" It was a small boat. Lila's flailing legs banged against him as she struggled. The zipper broke loose with a pop and flew off the track. "Goodness," said Lia. "Now I'll never be able to close up my shorts again! Never again, all night!" And she giggled. She knew she was winning now!
She squirmed out of the shorts and dropped them into the bottom of the boat. "Gee, ifs hot!" she breathed and sighed deeply, heaving her mighty bosom. She pulled open her blouse and let the sides of it flap in the breeze.
"Agggh!" cried Nickie. He dropped the rudder and the boat spun out of control. Lila's thigh mashed the throttle as she bounded happily into position in the bottom of the boat.
Nickie's hands leaped for her scanty bra.
Actually, it was a 38D, but on Lila it looked scanty anyway.
His hands were on the hooks. Like two rockets, her breasts burst forth as the brassiere came undone. He caught them gracefully, like a quarterback intercepting a pass, and squeezed the flanks so that the big nipples jumped forward, juicy as vine-ripened tomatoes.
Nickie gobbled. He gobbled first one and then the other. Intent little sucking noises issued from his busy mouth. "Oooh!" said Lila triumphantly and quakingly. "Oh Nickie!"
Her rear was pounding frantically on the bottom of the boat. The craft was shipping a bit of water, which had collected on the floor. Lila's excited buttocks jounced up and down in the pool, splashing cold water over her lover.
Later, Nickie figured it must have been the continual cold shower he was receiving that had kept him from going altogether out of his mind with ecstasy. For Lila had been pent up, frustrated; and now that she had got her way, she was really something to reckon with! Even more than usual.
In fact, Nickie thought, she was even more of a sex demon tonight than she had been the night he had thought that her breasts winked at him. To surpass that, Lila had to go some, and go she did.
She was hot all over, and inside the heat was so intense that Nickie thought his important part was going to melt and float away into her passionate depths.
Apparently though, it didn't melt, because there was no let up in Lila's enthusiasm. She kicked wildly, like a beetle turned on its back. She sighed and moaned until Nickie could stand the sounds no longer and pressed his mouth hard against hers, thrusting his tongue into her delicate mouth.
She bit his tongue, crushing it between her two even rows of shining white teeth. They were beautiful teeth, Nickie thought, so far gone in rapture that he failed to feel any resentment over the agonizing pain she had caused.
Probably he would have to eat nothing but soup for a week after this! Poor tongue! But Lila was enough to make an invalid out of any man.
She churned against him, her stomach taut, her breath coming in long, tearing gasps. At least, Nickie thought, she was going to die fulfilled; If they got to the reef at all. If he could find out where they were when he finally got the boat under control again. And, as an added attraction, he'd be temporarily resistant to her after he'd had a nice, spine-tingling explosion.
That was the trick! He'd have to make love to her and kill her not too long afterward! That was the only way to be sure he'd be out from under her spell when the time came to do the terrible deed.
Lila's muscles were tense under him now. She was paralyzed with the overwhelming emotion she felt. Nickie was doing all the work. Up and down he shot, his body blurring with the speed of his effort.
Still held rigid with joy, Lila once again found her voice. "Nickie-poo," she moaned in a voice that dripped with sensuality. "Nickie, do you think the boat might-"
Crash!
The jolt threw the two lovers apart. "Nickie, look!" Lila screamed. There was a big, jagged hole in the bow of the boat where it had rammed into coral. Quickly, the hole was filled with water into the craft.
Panic-stricken, Lila tried to stop the flow first by thrusting her shorts and then her rear into the hole. It was no good.
"Oh, help, Nickie," she cried as the boat sank below the surface. "I can't swim."
She couldn't swim! How simple! A boating accident. His wife would drown. Nothing to it. Just swim away and leave her.
Lila was sinking below. Her big, luscious globes were passing out of sight into the ocean depths. Nickie sighed as she disappeared. It reminded him of the sinking of the Titanic though, of course, you could not say that Lila had been on her maiden voyage.
Well, it was over now, the splendid, ecstasy-inducing mountains and caverns of her superlative body had vanished as if they had never existed. Such was life. Such was death.
"The paths of glory lead but to the grave," quoth Nickie sadly.
"Help, Nickie! Nickie-poo!" There once more was Lila, her hair wet and streaming, her mascara running. Nickie treaded water furiously. He must not go to her aid! Even though he could see her breasts floating on the water like two overturned volcanic islands. Even though the fire she had aroused in him was too intense to be put out by the dunking he had received. Though his breath stuck in his throat and his spine tingled with desire. She was sinking again, thank goodness! "Nickie!" she cried.
Somehow, the last part of her to go under was the red peaks of a bosom that should have been written of in history books. Nickie emitted a howl of agony as she disappeared.
Where, where in all the world, in the Free World or in Russia, would he ever, ever find a girl who was woman enough to put out the flames she had kindled in his desire-racked body? If only she had lived long enough to dispatch him to bliss!
Poor doomed Nickie! Poor doomed Lila!
"Help, Nickie!" She had surfaced again! Oh, would she never drown and leave him in peace! Well, not exactly in peace. Nickie knew that after she had drowned, he would never be able to sleep nights again. Not because of his conscience, naturally, but because he would be forever in need of those big, skillful thighs and those hobbling, beyond-all-description breasts!
Nickie tried to close his eyes so that he would not see her, but the urge to peek was too strong. He could see her thighs thrashing in the water. If only she would go down once more! It would be the third time. Surely she would not come up again!
"Nickieeee!" she went down, cupping her hands under her breasts and pointing them in his direction in a last, desperate gesture of passion.
Nickie's legs went shaky with relief. He swallowed a couple of mouthfuls of sea water. It was all over at last. He must not think any more about her. The thing to do was to swim somewhere and get himself rescued.
But what would the rescuers think of his unclothed anatomy still in the distorted proportions Lila had left it?
"Nickie!" It was a miracle! She had surfaced once more. Nickie had used up the last of his self control. He swam toward her and clasped his arm around her, his hands once more touching her breasts.
"Oh, Nickie," she sighed. "What took you so long? I nearly drowned." Her nipples tensed under his touch. "Oh, I'm so steamed up," she breathed, coughing out water by the gallon.
The coral reef on which they had hit was the very one Nickie had been taking Lila to in order to murder her. The spy dragged her onto it, laying her down gently so that the sharp points of coral would not cut her. He thought he had better give her artificial respiration.
He put his mouth to hers and laid his hands on her chest. She revived quickly, darting her tongue into his mouth and twisting her breasts for his touch. Her thighs also grew busy. They pounded on the coral. "Ouch!" she cried as it cut her.
Nickie rolled her over. If nothing else, he was a thoughtful murderer. He didn't want her to hurt herself. Besides, he'd been wondering what it would be like to do it with her on top.
Probably he would have the sensation of being swallowed whole.
She sank onto him and went to work busily. Her rear rose and fell riotiously. He felt himself almost to the bursting point.
"Oh, Nickie! Stop pinching me! Oh, it hurts! Oh it tickles!"
But Nickie was not pinching her. An investigating disclosed a large red lobster attached to her rear. "EEE!" cride Lila and gave a mighty buck of her hips. The creature came loose and splashed into the sea.
And Nickie, too, was unhinged by the lurch. ness.
The storm of ecstasy burst upon him and Lila, and they plunged together headlong into oblivious sweet-