Chapter 12
Carol chewed on the end of her thumbnail. Swiftly she rose and walked to the window of her bedroom. "I won't look" she whispered. "I won't." But she did.
Hiding herself to the side of the window she inched her face to the edge and looked out at the pool area.
He was wearing tightly hugging shorts-nothing else. His slender, erect body glowed in the early morning sunlight. When he moved he did so with an agile grace, holding the skimmer in his hands, scooping up debris from the pool.
He had replaced the other pool-cleaning man. She had first seen him a week ago, when he drove the truck up past the house.
Her eyes hooked onto the boy's face, and at that moment the blonde Adonis looked up. Their glances crossed. Quickly she pulled away from the window. She waited a moment, and, when the boy resumed working, she looked again.
The light mass of hair curled crazily around his muscular chest. Her gaze fixed on his handsome face: his nose was tilted and narrow with flaring nostrils; he had a strong, wide mouth. Her look went to his shoulders: tight, thick muscles corded like rope as he motioned in work. His near-naked body excited her. The dark silken skin, the bulging, vibrant muscles made her catch her breath. She wanted so desperately to run her hand over his muscle-knotted belly, trace the outline of his tight shorts to his bulge underneath.
Carol's mind was a tumult of confusion. She questioned her feelings and tried to fight the unnamed emotional pangs surging through her; but she didn't try hard enough.
The boy looked about him, then put down the suction hose and turned off the motor. He stood facing the pool for an instant, then dived. He tore far and deep into the water, swam in quick, easy strokes across the pool, then climbed out. The sunlight caught the blonde gleam of his hair. This time he went to the diving board, jumped up into the air with feline agility, somersaulted, straightened his body out and cut cleanly through the water. The muscles of his back and shoulders rippled as he swam. When he climbed out of the water, he was smiling, his shell-white teeth gleaming. Wringing the water from his long hair, he sat down on the ground and hugged his knees with his arms. Then he lay on his back, his knees up and spread.
Carol stared at the strained shorts, her eyes opening wider at the outline of his dangling heaviness. She wondered if he was any bigger than Cal. A trembling surged through her as she turned from the window, stepped out of her slip and reached for her bikini.
Charlotte had gone to look at the new land she bought. Cal and Abraham, the foreman, had gone with her, They wouldn't be back for hours. There was no one about, not even the cook. The ranch hands were busy on the fields, she could see their silhouettes in the distance.
She was alone.
Slowly, tentatively, she allowed her thoughts to explore her own desires, her own urges. A clear image of the lean boy's body appeared, the moving muscles of his buttocks as he strode around the pool rippled through her mind. The pounding of her heart seemed to fill the room, and she felt a deep stirring. But just as quickly her eyes raced to the bureau and the bankbook. She thought of the stocks that were to be turned over in her name this week.
You're playing with fire, she told herself.
Again her thoughts returned to the blonde boy. It would only take a little while. A little while with that Herculean body burning into hers. A little while for this mounting frenzy, this thing that threatened to choke her-to be released.
She got into her bikini, took another look out of the window to make sure no one was around, then quickly left her room and hurried down the stairs. The sunlight sparkled on her long body as she walked to him.
"Hi," she greeted.
He lifted himself up and hugged his knees, his eyes widening in surprise.
She didn't miss the glint in his eye. When he looked at her breasts his nostrils flared, and his lips pulled back in a wide, strong smile. "Hi," he returned. "Where'd you come from?"
"I live here," she said, her eyes gazing lazily, pensively.
He scrambled to his feet. "I was only resting for a second," he explained.
"Oh, relax," she said. "I couldn't care less."
Nevertheless, the boy walked to his gear.
Carol watched him, admiringly, her eyes fixed on his firm behind. As he turned, her eyes darted up to his and in that one instant they both knew why she was here, standing before him in a tiny, red bikini.
Walking to the edge of the pool, she sat down, dangling her feet in the water. Seconds later, after he had stowed his supplies, he was at her side, sitting on his haunches.
"Was that you I saw at the window?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said dryly. "Me."
"Oh," he said, swallowing hard.
She turned, her eyes on his belly hair. Her finger pointed against his chest, and she made little circular motions around his pectoral muscles. "You're a big boy," she whispered.
He felt a sudden rush of fury knot in his stomach when he gazed at the fullness of her breasts beneath the tight bikini top, the tips of her nipples definitely outlined against the material. He watched her as, rising, she walked around the pool's edge, his eyes glued to the sensuous movement of her swinging arms and legs. He ran his tongue over his dry lips and looked around. There, to the left, was a high bush. His eyes returned to her.
Carol raised her arms behind her head and closed her eyes against the sun's rays. She took a deep breath and felt the two firm mounds of her breasts lift and tremble beneath the tight cloth.
"I'm hot," she murmured.
"What?"
Dropping her arms to her sides, she turned to him. "I said, I'm hot."
"Yeah ... it's hot," he said, bringing his tongue out over his dry lips.
"You hot?"
"Yes," he answered. She followed his gaze. It went to the high, green bush. "Be cooler there."
"Yeah," she whispered. "It will."
He watched her swaying rump until it disappeared behind the bush; then he looked around and followed her.
The top of her bikini lay on the grass. She was lying on her back, her heaving white breasts rolling and tossing as she moved her hips lazily from side to side.
"Hey," he whispered. "Hey, hey, hey." He felt the swelling happening below.
Carol watched, a smile on her face. "Why don't you wiggle out of that skimpy thing, and let's see if that matches the rest of you."
His hands pushed down his shorts.
Carol stared, fervor in her eyes.
He tugged and pulled at his shorts, then turned his back to her. She saw the fullness of one cheek as he rested one leg, and marveled at the muscular perfection of his buttocks. His smooth white behind glared against the deep tan of the rest of his body. He turned and faced her, completely naked. When he saw the look in her eye, his hardness lengthened slightly.
"Yeah, honey, it matches the rest of you. Don't move ... I want to look at you."
His hardness reached its full length as he stood without stirring, a grin on his face, enjoying the girl's lusty look.
"You want it?" he asked. "Or are you just going to look?"
Carol couldn't tear her eyes from the huge organ pointing eagerly outward. Quietly, carefully, she got to her feet and walked to him, her bare breasts thrust forward and trembling with each step she took. Sliding up to him, she pressed her soft belly against his hard-muscled stomach and gave him a kiss. He just stood there, accepted her kiss, returning nothing.
They stood silent, unmoving. Carol sank to her knees. It wasn't like Cal's-nobody's could be that big. But it was still gorgeous. "It's beautiful," she whispered. She touched it lightly-it swelled more.
The boy's chest heaved. "You really dig that thing, don't you?"
"I'll show you how much," she whispered, staring at the looming tumescence before her. She leaned forward and kissed the tip of it as her hands encircled him from behind, her fingers digging into the hairy warm cleft of his buttocks. She took the head with her lips...
The boy shoved into her, and she felt the throbbing organ pulsate in her mouth. The boy tensed and made short jabs into her mouth, rotating his hips in a circular motion, his movements, frenzied, eager.
Carol pulled back and rolled away on the soft grass. She closed her eyes, her hips moving, her breasts quivering in the golden sunlight. When she opened them, he was standing over her.
Sinking to his knees, he buried his face in her soft mounds, and Carol held him to her, grinding her thighs and breasts against him. His hands took her breasts, twirled her nipples around, his fingers squeezing the tender flesh. Her breath came fast. She gave him her lips. She opened her mouth, then bit hard into his lip, bringing a taste of blood into his mouth. The fragrant, spicy, perfumed magnetism of her hot, firm body made him pant with desire. Her tongue searched the darkness of his mouth as his hands went under her hips. She moaned and panted as he brought her body to his, her belly grinding furiously against his, his fingers digging into the fleshy globes of her buttocks, then steering her body deftly.
Carol whimpered and writhed as he plunged into her. She arched her body to meet his thrusts. "Say something to me," she cried. "Something lousy-something nasty-something you'd never say to a woman." Her hot breath blew against his face, her perspiring body beat against his.
"Open up wider, you bitch," he whispered, his body thrusting into hers.
Grabbing his back, she pulled him tighter against her thrashing hips.
"More," she cried. "Say something really dirty to me."
"Open up that box, you sweet, lovable bitch-"
"Nastier," she cried. "Tell me what you're doing to me."
"I want to rip you wide open. I want you to feel my flaming-hot, throbbing tool all the way up you-"
"More ... more!" Now she was begging, sobbing, lunging her body up to his, grasping, crying out for all of his manhood.
"I'm going to sink this prick of mine so deep inside of you that you'll feel it in you for days. You'll beg me to screw you ... you'll call me up and beg me."
She gasped, she moaned, she clawed his back raw with her long fingernails, and the more she thrust her hips upward the more he drove deeper until she screamed.
With eyes closed, he plunged his sweaty body into her until he felt his frame shudder with an explosion.
She kissed his mouth with trembling lips, all the while gasping and clawing his back. She wasn't ready; but she held him to her, feeling him drain into her being, and then, suddenly, a pained cry burst from her lips. Her head thrashed from side to side, her eyes opened wide and her head fell back against the soft grass as her body quivered, then trembled, then drained with a surging release.
The boy reached over to his shorts and searched the back pocket for his cigarettes. "Hey, baby," he told her. "You can surprise me anytime I come here. And about that call, I'll give you the telephone number. I'll be here the minute you want it." He lit a cigarette and looked at her. She was lying on her back staring up at the sky. His eyes roamed over her naked curves. "Yeah, baby. Anytime you want this, you just call Acme Pool Company." He moved closer to her. "You're a wild piece," he whispered.
Carol turned to him, her face expressionless. She saw his manhood slowly rising again. Reaching up, she took the cigarette from his lips. She brought the lighted end down, smashing the burning head into his thigh.
The boy yelled in pain. He sprang to his feet and stared at her in disbelief. "What--? "
"Get the hell out of here," she muttered. "I never want to see you around here again."
"You little bitch. I-"
"Look! One word from me about the way you forced me into the bushes and."
"Forced?"
"Yeah," she smiled. "Forced!" The smile was more of a sneer.
The boy struggled into his shorts and, without even looking at her; parted the bushes and gathered up his gear.
Carol fell back onto the grass and covered her eyes with her arms. What the hell is happening to me? she asked herself. Every time I see a good-looking man, I want him. I've got to stop. I've got to. If Cal had caught me just now, God knows what he would have done to me. Or Charlotte-that would have been worse. What in hell am I doing? Am I deliberately trying to get myself murdered"!