Chapter 3
A light knock on Rudy's office door brought him out of his concentration over departmental losses and gains for July. The whole lower-floor level, including major appliances and furniture, was down from June. One of their best salesmen had gone over to a competition store....
"Come in," he said, expecting one of the department heads, although his private secretary, Ava Greene, generally buzzed him in advance of an employee entrance.
The pebbled glass door swung open and Tina Walters entered. She smiled breezily and closed the panel behind her. She looked ravishing in a summer print that displayed her fine soft shoulders, the sweet thrust of her breasts. Her skirt was short and flared attractively. Her grooming was perfection.
"Well-I'm flattered," he said, smoothing his hair.
The move to Pender had been gratifying in more ways than one. Here nobody was aware of his baldness. He could pass for thirty-two any day of the week and he didn't have any explaining to do, as at Spokane, where all the employees remembered him without a hair piece.
A glance in the small mirror on his desk assured him he looked his best.
"Have a chair, beautiful," he said, smiling at Tina.
"You have a way of making me feel frisky and very young," she said, gliding into a chair. He didn't miss her crossed legs, the frill of lace on her slip, framing the smoothness of her lower thighs....
"What brings you down here, Tina?"
She giggled. "Pleasure-and business, too ... Gene asked me to drop by. You know that big apartment he's remodeling-the Crescent Arms?"
"Hell yes," he said, moving out from behind his white-topped executive desk. He sniffed something good-and it wasn't all Tina's seductive perfume.
"He's been asked to re-carpet all the rooms and buy new electric stoves and refrigerators," Tina said, slyly. "You do have both for sale...."
"Naturally!"
"We like to be good neighbors, Rudy. Several dealers are turning in figures, but he said to tell you that if yours is anywhere close he can swing it for your store."
His chest swelled. The Crescent had at least twenty-five apartments ... This was the kind of deal he had been hoping for, that any store manager would leap at....
"Damn nice of Gene!" he exclaimed. "I'll have my carpet and appliance estimators on it right away."
She smiled winningly. She rose gracefully out of the chair and approached him. Her dainty wiggle made him remember the dance on Saturday night, the way she had cuddled herself against him, making his trousers bulge.
"Anybody liable to walk in on us?" she murmured, her green eyes mischievous.
He grinned, his heart pounding. "I'll lock the door...."
She waited. When he came back, she flicked her pink tongue invitingly between her pouting red lips. He took the hint. He slid his arm around her tiny waist and she held her mouth up. He came down on it, tentatively at first, and when she opened her lips, he pushed his tongue out to meet hers.
"Mmmmm!" she breathed, pressing herself in close.
He experienced a wave of exultation. He had thought she might be miffed at Becky's behavior on Saturday night, but evidently not. He enjoyed the heady flutter of her lips, the flick of her lively tongue. She wound it about his.
He couldn't resist reaching up to the jiggly pout of her breasts. She arched them into his palm. She certainly didn't have many clothes on. He felt the spire of her nipples!
Just when things were getting heated up, she inched her mouth away. "Honey, I can't stay long ... Wish I could. You make me goose-pimply ... We're having a party Wednesday night. You and Becky are invited." Her voice lowered into a seductive whisper. "I think we ought to get better acquainted."
"Hell yes!" he breathed. Her breasts were terrific. The Bikini she had worn Saturday night hadn't lied. And he was horny. Becky had been in a bad mood lately ... nothing had been settled between them.
"Gene likes Becky, too, honey...."
He nodded.
She retreated, smiling softly. "I'll go, now. Don't worry about lipstick smears. I've got on some of that new stuff-guaranteed not to rub off!"
"You're one hell of a nice girl, Tina." She winked. "Why don't you try to find out...?"
When she was gone, he sat in his chair, thinking the situation over. In spite of his elation, his feeling of impending conquest that made his loins ache, he realized she had laid it right on the line.
"Gene likes Becky, too, honey...."
If he and his wife didn't cooperate on their party, the store wouldn't get the Crescent apartment deal. Simple. Becky had said they didn't owe the Walters or the Collins anything and perhaps they didn't-but that one deal could change matters.
He stood up and paced back and forth. Out in the pool he had had a few feels from Janet, too. She had acted willing enough. He had tasted the hotness of her mouth, cuddled her generous breasts under water ... She had plenty to offer.
Damn it, if Becky weren't so old-fashioned ... Tina and Janet had a different outlook entirely. They were tempting, exciting. They didn't mind being forward, letting a man know where he stood. The idea of switching didn't scare him particularly. He realized that with a few belts in his belly, he'd probably go for it.
How could he soften Becky up ... get her used to the idea? A little change might do them both good. I need that apartment deal. I want to get on the inside track in this burg. I want that new Pasco store. And a good record here, a healthy increase, will get it for me.
Pasco was building. A number of new atomic energy projects were under way there. Already the Tri-Cities were ten times the size of Pender, which wouldn't ever grow very much larger. The land could produce only so much wheat and peas. A bad crop year would ruin sales....
He smiled to himself and drew out the telephone directory. He looked up the number of Pender's best florist....
"Honey, how very thoughtful of you to send me flowers!"
Ever since coming home he had received the red-carpet treatment. Dinner had been great and Becky wore a bit more make-up than usual.
Monday was always a stay-at-home evening for them and when he realized how long it had been since they had had a toss on the bed, he regretted his behavior.
They were in the living room on the sofa, watching the Monday Night Movie.
On his coming through the door after work she had welcomed him with a moist openmouthed kiss. The flowers he had sent were in a vase on the kitchen table. He had already changed into his robe and pajamas. Their airconditioner made the living room comfortable.
She still wore a short-skirted dress that she hadn't donned recently. He had kidded her about the way it displayed her legs when she had first bought it and this was only the second time she had donned it. Now, when he glanced at her bare thighs, she didn't try to tug the hem forward.
Maybe that argument Saturday night did some good, he thought. He had liked her leggy figure the first time he saw her in the Spokane Crest Store office. He had appreciated her fine, firm bottom-so many girls were flabby there and had to wear girdles. Becky seldom did.
Her walk was sexy, too, when she didn't try to minimize the natural wiggle by acting proper. The little dress delineated the jut of her breasts, too. That was something else he felt she could emphasize to more advantage. In the right get-up she was a real knockout. He had hinted several times that she didn't have to wear bras around the house-but she always did.
He slipped his left arm around her shoulders. He would show her a good time and, when she was in a relaxed mood, he would bring up the party Wednesday night....
Ever since the flowers had come Becky had been in a half-dreamy state of anticipation. He did love her! His coolness of Sunday had melted. Sometimes an argument could clear the air.
Some of his remarks had stung for quite a while, though. Perhaps she was too reserved. Perhaps living in a manless house with her mother so long had given her a narrow outlook on man-woman relations. Her father, Gus, had left home when she was quite young. He followed construction work crews and one day he just never came back.
Her mother's bitter words about men in general hadn't improved Becky's attitude. She had waited until she was twenty-three before deciding to risk marriage....
Rudy's partial baldness, his being ten years older, hadn't bothered her at all. She realized, of course, that a man his age must have known several women intimately. He had been married once before but never talked about it. Becky didn't even know what she looked like, what kind of person she was. She didn't want to.
Since this was a kind of reunion, she thought back to their honeymoon. Every detail of their first night together came rushing to her, vivid, almost in rainbow colors. Although she knew other single girls had visited motels, this was her very first experience. She was glad she had waited for marriage.
First he had taken her out to a lakeside supper club, where they had dined and danced and consumed several drinks apiece. It had been summertime, just like now.
And when they finally reached the motel at eleven, and despite all she had read in accepted marriage guides, she found herself very nervous. She was self-conscious about being still a virgin at twenty-three.
But Rudy's kisses, his hands on her breasts, had melted her unease. He suggested she go in the bedroom first. He would wait until she called....
She remembered the filmy nightie she had worn-she still had it. She remembered turning out the lights, slipping into bed, trembling and scared....
She recalled that as he came through the bedroom door, he had left it open, so light from the motel living room cast dim illumination about-enough for her to tell that he was practically naked. His silhouette in the doorway, his strong virile figure, made her shiver. She had expected him to wear pajamas. He had brought a pair from the bedroom earlier ... He stood by the bed and removed his shorts. She caught a glimpse of his maleness. Although diagrams in the books had given her knowledge of the male sex organs she hadn't expected him to be so-large....
All their previous petting had been confined to kisses and letting him fondle her breasts, sometimes her thighs. She had never touched him.
Of course, she had known what a feminine orgasm was though society imposed strict rules on single girls. She had discovered how to relieve her tensions at the age of fifteen. She had sneaked pictures into her room at home, photos loaned her by other high-school girls. The ones showing the girl on top had thrilled her more than the others and she never did know exactly why....
Immediately Rudy's hands were on her body, his mouth covering hers. The intensity of his desire communicated itself warmly. His move into bed had been swift and sure.
"We've waited a long time for this...." he breathed, his hand gliding along her figure, cuddling her close. He whispered more endearing words as he slid her nightie up and caressed her thighs, all along the sensitive inner areas, kicking the covers back.
"You have such nice long legs," he murmured, finding the tender lips of her femininity, gently rolling her little point of excitability.
"Ohhh-Rudy!" was all she could say.
He drew her hand downward. She trembled all over as she touched him for the first time, the sensual contact making her loins ache in a way they never had before-not even in her most abandoned moments alone, no matter how she prolonged her guilty pleasure....
This was so much more thrilling. She was breathless, her heart pounded furiously. She had waited and waited, dreaming of this moment, and now it was here.
He nuzzled her nightie down, kissing her throat, working lower. She knew what he wanted. With her free hand she helped him expose her breasts. They had never gone this far and she found she wanted her nipples kissed. They were already stimulated.
Gently he drew a rosebud into his lips. She shivered as curls of pleasure claimed her, running stingingly down to her thighs where his hand still wandered, seeking out the soft, secret places of her womanhood. Impulsively she opened her thighs....
A low moan came from his throat; his maleness seemed to enlarge even more. At last, when she was panting with anticipation, he swung above her. She had never wanted anything so strongly.
The newness of it, his hard body between her legs, her hand still holding him, stirred her deeply, thoroughly. She hadn't dreamed that she would be so dizzily aroused, so keenly aware of him.
He didn't mash her; he was braced carefully above, seeking her with his hips, his rigidity. She guided....
The hot flame of his manhood seemed to sear her tender membranes, spreading them, while she felt the warm glow of her desire. The sensation was wonderful. He didn't rush. She loved him for being so considerate.
Then he began to claim her. A physical examination she had had earlier that week had revealed that her actual maidenhood, her hymen, was practically non-existent. The doctor had assured her this was not unusual. She felt confident that she could receive him....
And a few seconds later-she did!
His sword aroused sweet little burnings along her thighs, deep within her. A long-awaited thrill of voluptuous delight, accompanied by little shiverings around him, brought a glad cry from her throat!
And suddenly, her passion climbed to a new, breath-taking height. She seized him, and the glory began-honeyed writhings commenced. She had the most furious orgasm of her entire life-and before the close, hot strokings could get well under way she experienced another climax. The rest was lost in a haze of gasping release....