Chapter 6
The music now had a pulsing beat. The tempo picked up. Irene's skirt drifted higher, to the tops of her nylons. They were the newer clinging type, needing no garter-belt for support. Becky had used them for some time when she dressed up and wore them now.
"You gals should leave on your nylons and high-heeled slippers," Irene said. "Sometimes it gives the boys a little added lift."
More applause. Gene squeezed Becky's waist, whispering in her ear. "Sexy, huh?"
She nodded, her eyes on the performance. Irene's dress opened down the front, revealing a flash of white thighs. She wore no slip. Shiny green tights were her "panties." Her hips weaved with more abandon as she circled in the soft glow of the spotlight.
"Take it off!" Rudy cried.
Irene smiled, her undulations becoming more suggestive, and finally her gown drifted to the floor. The men shouted with glee. The redhead's bra was very sheer, pale green, revealing the pink of her nipples, the wide aureolae of lighter rose. Her breasts jutted forward alluringly, swaying with every dramatic move of her lushly proportioned figure.
Becky had to admit that she was physically stirred but she didn't take time to wonder about the cause. Irene was good. She had a flowing grace, a beauty of form that couldn't be denied.
Would I ever have the nerve to writhe around in front of Rudy? she wondered. I think it would stimulate me, too!
"Go, go!" Tina exclaimed.
Becky noticed that the blonde's skirt was halfway to her hips. She leaned forward with obvious appreciation. Rudy was also quite obviously interested.
Her hips bouncing with the rhythm of the music, Irene now drew attention to her bulging breasts, her fingers winding over them daintily, moving underneath and lifting them outward, her nipples now almost revealed in the nude by the slow lowering of the frilly bra....
Becky finished her highball, her eyes glued to the sensual vision, aware that her own breasts were hot and tingling. She didn't object when Gene's hand slyly entered the deep V of her frock because she saw that Rudy was cradling Janet's charms inside her bodice and his hand was on her knees ... Hal's hand was out of sight under Tina's hiked-back skirt.
Becky shivered as Gene cupped her already firming breasts.
Irene's bra came away. Gasps of appreciation followed. Her mounds were snowy white, huge and tapered into peaks of sensual attraction, her pointy nipples erect, perching on minor crests of the light pink of her aureolae. They bobbed as her hips now began a seductive series of twists and grinds while her full thighs spread a little, revealing the contour of her femininity.
There was a break in the background music and then a slower tempo started. The redhead's hips swung forward, then back. She closed her eyes, her tongue fluttering between her lips, as though she were being kissed, her hand movements creating the illusion that a lover stood in front of her, zooming Becky's excitement.
Now her hand and body gyrations indicated that her companion was kissing her nipples. She rotated her bottom with simulated coital thrusts that made Becky's head spin. Her own nipples, in Gene's palm, were furiously peaked. Her thighs were warm. She had an impulse to imitate the performer's actions.
I'm getting hot! Becky thought dizzily.
Now Irene began removing her shiny green tights.
Hal emitted a loud hoot of encouragement. His hand was still between Tina's legs. The blonde's bodice had slipped lower. Becky didn't think she could stand to have Gene's hand under her skirt. She was shivery with need already.
The music slowed even more ... Irene took her time inching the tights from her sculptured loins. She appeared to be resting a moment. Becky's heart pounded. She found herself waiting with her nerves keyed to a dramatic pitch.
The green tights dropped. Sighs rose from the watching group.
"A real redhead!" Hal cried.
Irene smiled, again weaving her hips suggestively, turning slowly so that everyone could appreciate her beauty. The nylons and highheeled slippers seemed to make her more appealing than if she had been completely nude.
Then, slowly, she sank to the floor, on her back ... Her arms lifted and against the backdrop of the music she commenced to again create the suggestion that she was receiving a lover. Her thighs spread and her hips rose. She writhed, arching her taut breasts upward.
Becky's cheeks burned. She had never seen such an erotic display. The spectators stared, the men with lust on their faces, Tina and Janet transfixed with fascination.
Irene's movements became more abandoned, the toss of her hips increasing in tempo as the rhythm of the music quickened. She rolled her head from side to side, as if in a thrall of voluptuous enjoyment. Then the music stopped, as did Irene's hips. Little muscles in her thighs, raised high, rippled suggestively.
The music commenced again more slowly. Every rise of her loins, every rotating lift, appeared to increase her joy.
Becky heard Gene's harsh breathing. His hand on her breast quieted. He was completely absorbed in the drama on the living room floor.
Becky shook her head, feeling a wave of sensual arousal. She found she wanted to take Gene's hand and guide it beneath her skirt, onto her heated loins....
Finally, after several more musical beats, as Irene's rump swung about violently, a roll of a drum started. It grew louder and the build-up in the background was obviously meant to convey a soaring of the performer's passion.
She flung herself into her act with wild enthusiasm and after several bursts of frantic movements spread herself very wide. Her mouth opened and the music reached a peak of rhythmic, pounding noise. Irene shuddered, curling her arms and legs as though receiving her lover in the final moments of ecstasy.
She shouted and the roll of the music faded away....
For long seconds she lay flat on the carpet, her hips quieting as if she were floating down from her acme of sensation.
Then, swiftly rising, picking up her discarded clothes, she ducked out of the living room.
"Man, oh man!" Rudy gasped.
"Hooray for Irene!" Hal shouted.
Gene's hand slid out of Becky's decolletage, and he applauded loudly. "After that I need a drink," he exclaimed.
Becky sank back on the sofa, shivering with her personal need. Perhaps the others were used to such a performance, but she wasn't.
She ached for release. She was just plain hot....
She touched Gene's arm. He turned quickly. She leaned close and whispered in his ear.
"Dance with me, please...."
"Hell, yes!" he breathed. He left the sofa quickly and put more records on the stereo. The other four were now at the portable bar, talking about the show, laughing, making wisecracks....
With the music going again, Gene returned and caught Becky's hand, lifting her from the sofa. They walked into the shadowy dining room. Every time her thighs touched together her desire climbed higher. She was trembling all over. She drew Gene into a very dark corner and plastered herself against him. Her loins were on fire!
I can be as bold as the next, she thought hazily.
Gene kissed her and she opened her mouth wide, working her hips against him. His tongue shot into her eager orifice. His hand lifted to open her bodice and claim her taut aching breasts. Her nipples were tightly spiked and throbby little tingles raced from her breasts down to her squirming bottom. She spread her thighs, feeling the bulge of his maleness.
She tore her mouth from his, gasping for breath. She couldn't help imitating some of the grinds Irene had executed. The sweet burning in her loins ignited to a searing flame. She gripped Gene and shuddered, then suddenly felt the quick beat of her climax.
It came in wrenching little waves, turning her into a sexy spin. Her head whirled, she moaned, still thrusting, wanting more and more-but the real deep spasming she craved escaped her....
She went limp in his arms.
She felt Gene moving her. She saw a couch and they dropped down on it.
"You little cheat," Gene breathed, palming her breasts.
"I-couldn't help it," she whispered. She was aware of a moistness, and she knew she had to go to the bathroom.
"I wanted that one!" he said, heatedly.
His words jerked her out of her fog of enjoyment. He was mad. She pushed his hands away, covering her breasts. She stood up.
"I'll-be back," she said crisply.
He muttered something under his breath. She left the dancing area, her legs still shaky, and fled to the hallway, where the lighting was better. She rounded a corner and found the bathroom. She went in and locked the door. She leaned against it, still breathing unevenly.
A little cheat, am I? I never saw anything so stimulating in my life! I'm not sure, now, that I want Gene to go any further.
She didn't want Rudy to miss his big business deal, though. It meant a great deal to him, to his future. Perhaps she could go out and smooth down the host's ruffled feathers.
She sighed, straightened and moved in front of the wide glistening mirror. Her cheeks were still flushed, her lipstick smeared. She hadn't brought her handbag, but she could repair the damage....
When she returned to the living room, she found the bar deserted. Gene was dancing with Irene, who now had her clothes back on. Rudy had Janet, of course-and Hal and Tina were locked together in the shadows, barely moving.
Relieved for the moment, Becky made herself a highball. She felt dainty again, her emotions temporarily calmed by her experience with Gene....
Another first, she thought. I'm not very proud of myself. But I'll play the part of a party wife-that's what my husband wants.
Hal and Tina emerged from the darkened room. Both looked a little rumpled, rather pleased. Tina saw Becky and giggled.
"You'd better watch Gene, honey. Irene's moving in on you."
"Let her!" Becky snapped. "I can always go home."
Tina's smile faded. "Are you still a spoilsport? I was just kiddin'...."
"Draw in the claws, gals," Hal said. "Hell, I might like to dance with Irene myself." He rolled his eyes, grinning. "What movements!"
Becky left them, drifting over to the stereo. She sipped her drink, darting a glance into the shadowed dining room, where she could see Rudy holding Janet close. They were kissing....
She turned her eyes away quickly. She fought the pangs of jealously that swept through her. Where would all this end? She realized she could probably mollify Gene only by going to bed with him. She began to hope that he would pick Irene for his partner. Surely the performance had been stimulating to the glossy redhead.
She was surprised by a touch on her arm. Tina stood there, smiling.
"I'm sorry, honey. Why don't you come along with me while I freshen up?"
Becky didn't want just to stand there so she nodded. She found her handbag and followed Tina to the bathroom. When they were inside the blonde locked the door.
"I needed a breather," Tina sighed, smiling cozily at Becky. "The way Hal teases around with me is almost too much."
Becky, still carrying her highball, feeling the liquor eddy through her body, quite aware of Tina's nearness, of her seductive jasmine perfume, creamy shoulders and nearly-exposed breasts, decided to be outspoken herself. Tina and Janet were young and modern, Becky's own age; they were out for fun and thrills....
"That dance really warmed me up," Becky said boldly.
Tina giggled. "Me, too." She put her arm around Becky's waist, her green eyes seeming to bore into Becky's bodice. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be!"
Sober, Becky would have been alarmed by the other's manner, by the touch of Tina's hand now slipping up to the cleavage of her frock....
Irene's frenzied writhings, still sharp in Becky's memory, the atmosphere of switching mates, her curiosity about what Tina would really do now that they were alone, both half tight and sexually stimulated, dulled her sense of wrongness.
I could unlock the door and leave, right now, Becky thought. Why don't I?
A sense of daring possessed her. Rudy wanted her to be neighborly. She knew instinctively that Tina was the boss, that she wore the pants in the Walters' family. Would it be any worse to accept the blonde's attentions than to go to bed with her husband? Rudy wanted that deal.
She had made Gene mad by cheating him, by having a climax before he was ready....
Of course the evening wasn't over yet. She still resented the idea of just going to bed with him because he expected it. Maybe he was already in some dark corner with Irene....
Tina's hand eased into the V of Becky's frock, gently cupping, fondling, sending naughty tingles through her body.
Oh, I'm still hot! she thought hazily....