Chapter 4
Where the hell were you last night?" Rick Hoffmann angrily demanded.
Margo glanced around to ascertain possible eavesdroppers. Amanda was with a customer. Others sifted through her racks. She lowered her voice into the receiver. "With a client-if it is any of your concern."
"We made plans to be together."
"I recall nothing of the sort."
"Don't hand me that crap, Margo. We agreed to meet."
She sighed, wishing she could erase her mistake with Rick. Had she painted him the jealous lover, lashing out without provocation, nothing would have originally happened. "You caught me at a disadvantage. I was in the midst of serving a customer. Why don't you stop by the shop later this afternoon, prior to closing? We'll discuss it over a drink."
"As long as I get what I didn't last night."
"Oh, Rick." It was useless. Something went sour in the Hoffmann marriage and she accidentally stumbled into it. She should have sensed trouble before opening her mouth when Rick waved his cock in her face. Some lessons were painfully learned. "I'll expect you at quarter to six. Please be prompt."
"Count on me, baby," he whispered. "I'll be seeing you. Christ, just thinking about it makes me grow a third leg."
When replacing the receiver, Margo detected someone staring at her. She prayed no one had deciphered her conversation. Slowly, she turned. Simultaneously, a hand hastily swept aside several outfits on the pole, concealing the face. The hangers snapped together from the force of the movement. Margo received the impression that person wished to retain anonymity.
"May I be of assistance?" she asked to the person in hiding. No answer came.
Margo made her approach, uncomfortable over who might have overheard her discussion. She had trepidations over finding Nancy Hoffmann on the opposite side of those Baby Doll pajamas, prepared for a confrontation.
"Margo?" Amanda called from across the room.
Margo unconsciously spun in her direction.
"Yes?"
"Do we have any of the Orange Chiffon in stock?"
"Check the shelf in the backroom. I believe I saw a few items in that material." In resuming her search, she saw her snoop had fled the premises.
Margo sighed. Discretion would absolutely be observed. If Rick called again, she would cut him short. A sordid affair with a married attorney generated bad publicity. She had expended considerable energy building a solid reputation in the community.
In fact, her past bore little relation to her present.
Rick arrived on schedule. Waving a friendly hand and bearing a conciliatory smile, he seemed much calmer. Margo had no desire to rile him, yet intended to settle their score. She mirrored his pleasantries.
Amanda, transferring receipts to a pouch, appeared unconscious of Rick's presence. "Definitely a profitable day, wouldn't you say? If we keep this up, we'll have to expand our operation. We may want to consider opening a store in a separate location." Her eyes eventually rested on Rick. "Oh, Mr. Hoffmann. How nice of you to pay us a visit. Were you checking on your order? I just placed it with Collette this morning."
"I'm fine with it," he said. "Your work is outstanding. Do you draft any of the outfits?"
Amanda laughed. "I'm just the assistant. Margo's the artist. You have to express your satisfaction to her."
Margo politely intruded on their conversation. "Rick and I were going to negotiate some personally designed things for Nancy. Why don't you close shop while we go in back and review some sketches? Don't forget to lock the door behind you."
"Certainly."
Margo appreciated Amanda's ignorance. She executed her chores without reading between the lines. Either Amanda was completely naive, or she chose not to invade her privacy. In either instance, Margo silently conveyed her thanks.
"She's cute," Rick mentioned when they were safely distant. "Does she have a boyfriend?"
Margo raised a brow. "Why? Are you planning to seduce her?"
He grinned. "Not a chance. I can do without the Mary Sunshine crap." He pinched her ass. "That's more to my liking."
"Let's wait. She ought to be gone within the next few minutes."
Rick took her hand and steered it to his crotch. Margo attempted to remove it, but he held it fast. "That thing's smoking. It wants to make you sing."
Margo was shocked by his impertinence. Rick seemed more professional than that. She supposed some lawyers felt their conduct-no matter how severe-was above reproach. Rick's erection formed an impressive tent. She wondered how he managed to disguise it when he'd been with Amanda. "Stop. You're going to cum in your pants."
He removed his hand. "You win. We'll wait for 'Sweetness and Light' to split-then I'm taking it out."
Margo marked time by paging through some ideas she'd previously had on her drawing pad. Bursts of inspiration often came to her; some made a poor transition to paper. She did her best to render those images.
Rick seemed disinterested in making imaginary selections. He pressed his thigh against Margo and fed her raw vibrations. She perceived his mounting lust. She had to keep him at bay after Amanda left. That hard-on he sported appeared ready for action.
The door finally shut in the background. Margo distinctly heard the lock click into place. She breathed a sigh of relief. "Wait here. I want to make certain we're alone."
The lights had been dimmed and the curtains drawn. The Golden Chemise had officially completed its business with the public that day. The "Closed" sign was displayed.
Margo did not see the pair of shoes standing behind a rack of nightgowns, nor did she notice them ruffle. She had no knowledge of an unauthorized guest-nor that person's malign intent.
Margo did a double-take upon her return. Rick was in the buff, leaning against the table. "Excuse me, but we were going to have a discussion-not intercourse."
"It amounts to the same in my book." He glanced down at himself. His cock stretched magnificently from his body. He flicked the knob with his thumb. "Why not slip out of your things? I'm dying to see you naked."
"I don't think it's a good idea for us to do anything here. Amanda might barge in on us unannounced. She's in the habit of stopping by for things she left behind." Margo could scarcely talk above the lump in her throat. Seeing Rick without clothes made her heart race. Her pussy spontaneously tightened. She thought him nicely built, but hadn't expected all that sinew. Those broad shoulders tapered to a trim waist. Golden ringlets populated his rugged chest. His forearms and legs were of similar roughness.
"It's flattering to know you want it," he huskily said. He grabbed a fistful and stroked it. His dick thickened and developed in his grip. "Want some?"
"Good God, Rick. Show some discipline."
"I've got a lot more than that to display." He wagged his cock back and forth. It swung like a billy club, prepared to do her justice. "Wouldn't you say?"
Margo's plan for taking a logical approach fell apart. The-likelihood of reaching a compromise was slim. Gazing at Rick's studly physique pared that chance to nothing.
Taking inventory of her manipulable frame, Rick strode toward her. He encouraged her to drink in the sight of his nudity. His lengthy cock swung pendulously from side to side. His blue eyes pierced her.
"You move with authority," she remarked. "Are you positive this is what you want?"
His arms enclosed her. "Absolutely."
Margo became woozy breathing his manly scent. "You have a beautiful young wife-"
"-who enjoys nothing more than spending my money and having the prestige attached to being the wife of an attorney with his own practice," he completed. "Nancy is an ornament. I knew that when we married. There is no emotional depth to our relationship."
"She tries to make you happy," Margo interceded. "She always solicits my opinion when she visits the shop. Titillating you became her purpose in life."
He massaged her shoulders. The strength in his fingers stirred her. "You're right. Nancy tries-but has no idea how to go about it. Sex between us is essentially clinical. She wouldn't dream of taking me in her mouth. She claims my cock would choke her."
Margo recalled having no such problem. She happened to like the taste of a man. It excited her to run her lips up and down a swollen dick while listening to a man groan. Rick's, in particular, had been thoroughly enjoyable. She shivered at the remembrance of it jutting from his pants, aching for her sweet pucker.
He began unfastening the buttons of her blouse. Margo fought to contain her enthusiasm. Her breasts rose and fell. "I knew, with you, it would be amazing," he went on. "I've studied you from a distance. You've been in my fantasies for months."
"You're joking."
"No. I've long associated you with your naughty under things. You've prompted my curiosity. I keep wondering what it's like to fuck such a classy lady." He examined her cleavage. Margo's tits were tucked in a glossy brassiere. He delicately cupped them. "Christ, you practically cause my heart to stop."
His touch gave her the shivers. She swayed before him, distrusting her balance. "You honestly feel comfortable going after me-knowing I depend on your wife's patronage?"
"I won't force you to satisfy me, Margo. If it violates your principles, we'll stop immediately." He unzipped her skirt. The sound of the teeth unlocking made her breathe faster. Those azure pupils lingered at her matching satin panties. His brawny chest expanded and contracted. He braced himself for rejection.
A damp spot formed in her panties. The aroma of stimulated cunt wafted. Margo did not thwart his long, branching fingers.
Rick waited, then slipped a hand beneath the satin material. He wandered through those blonde curls, then parted the thick pussy lips. Juice seeped from the crack. Margo's features became misshapen as he submerged his digit, twisting it to capacity. Her red lips curved, then stretched to exhibit white teeth.
"Ohhhh," she whimpered.
His Adam's apple trembled. Tediously, he pulled down her panties. He watched her blonde fluff surface. The scent of her arousal was far more pungent. His nostrils burned from that heavenly bouquet.
Margo stood frozen while her panties tumbled to the floor. Her skin tingled where the fabric passed. A small cry rose from her throat when he unhitched her bra. Her tits assumed their natural, billowy shape. She directed her hard nipples at him.
Rick indulged himself for a moment. An undraped Margo teetered before him, completely at his service. He practically went into palpitations, contemplating his next move. His intoxication spiked at having her all to himself. "Christ," he muttered, licking his dry lips. "Wow."
He knelt. His rapid exhalations filtered along her bare skin. When his face was even with her pussy, she quivered. She watched his mouth settle over her snatch. The minute she felt the press of his lips, then the stab of his tongue, she clenched her teeth. Air whistled through them as he siphoned her cunt nectar.
"Rick," she squeaked. He reached far into her snatch, prying apart her tense walls. His powerful wriggle made her giddy. "Ohhhh."
"Mmmmm," he groaned in her redolent flesh. He ground his lips to her wet pussy and drank. Saccharine droplets dissolved on his tongue. He probed for more of her sweet sauce. His tip drilled into hot, quivering pulp. Soon enough, he attracted her leakage.
Margo clamped the table behind her. She scratched it with her nails while relishing the pace of his slurps. Her head lolled as he sucked her pussy. He pinned her pink flaps with his thumbs, then applied a ticklish flutter. Her clit swelled beneath his tender assault. He dispensed a potent charge. She swiveled from the electrical flow.
"God," she uttered when he dug his tongue deeply into her cunt. "Oh, yes. Go further."
The room echoed with his licking sounds. Her moans fractured that steady drone. Margo caressed his cheeks as he feasted upon her cunt. He engaged her in lustful eye contact while gulping her juices.
Margo could not believe his thirst. He swallowed the excitement he generated. There was no escape from those warm, sucking lips. He attached himself with startling tenacity. His swirling tip brought her to a dizzying elevation, particularly as it tormented her love button. His exhilarating strokes depleted her strength.
Her orgasm coincided with the stab of his demanding tongue. After receiving those flurry of licks, she couldn't resist. He maintained his fiery rhythm long after her spasms subsided.
Rick rose to his full height. Margo rocked against the table, gasping for air. Her features were marred with contortions. Sweat dripped from her distended nipples. His saliva ran from her cunt.
He stepped between her legs. His cock screamed for her snatch. He aligned himself with her furry slit, then immersed himself in hot squish.
Rick provided her no chance to adjust. His entire dick slid into her cunt while she shuddered. He groaned when that snug splendor overtook him. His bulbous head went eight inches below its surface. Her pussy sucked him into its thrilling warmth. He ground the stem against her sodden folds, anchoring himself in her liquid heat.
Margo's nails plunged into his backside. She cried out from his swift entrance, unable to adapt to his size. Rick was too excited to leave. He molded himself to that quivering mound until her shaking abated.
"Ohhhh," she wailed from his jarring impact. Solid bone occupied her snatch. She trembled around that hard thing, trying to acclimate. Rick, deeply situated in her pussy, resisted her involuntary struggle. He scaled her sensitive channel.
"Yeah," he grunted, cramming himself into that wet, wanting hole. "This is where it fucking belongs." He strained to fit his whole cock in that slippery enclosure. His balls strained at her sopping crack. "Make room for it. Ahhhh. It wants to please you, baby. It wants to make you happy. Can't you feel how much?" He wrenched it in her cunthole to illustrate his point.
Margo eventually relaxed her grip. She fondled his buns, signaling him to pump. Her balance restored, she yearned for his unrestrained masculine power.
He obliged her. His dick receded to the bare minimum, then climbed inside her. He sliced through gelatinous pulp. Margo sobbed as he stuck her. His cock made her moan. She latched onto him, causing the taut skin to gather before her muff consumed him.
"Can you hear how much you want it?" he whispered while nibbling on her ear. The squishy sounds she made were indisputable. "Your pussy is screaming for more."
"Yes," she whimpered, answering his thrusts. She met its gratifying pressure. Their pubes meshed. She writhed in his embrace, loving every second they were joined.
Her toes lifted from the floor as he drove wildly into her cunt. Her ass slid on the table after each hungry stroke. Her feet were suspended. Precariously perched, she had no choice but to cling to him.
Rick hugged her to him. "I can't believe I'm inside you. Ahhhh. I wanted badly to fuck you the other night. I didn't sleep a wink. My body was much too riled after you blew me."
He jammed her with cock. She could feel its ferocious beat. Rick accurately described his lust. His dick thrived within her snatch. She moved her ass specifically to please him. That hard mass stuffing her confirmed his assertions.
She knew he loved being smothered in her slippery folds.
Margo couldn't ignore her tremulous response. When squeezing himself into her soaked crevice, he kindled a blaze. The continual friction of his pistoning shaft sustained that joy. The sensation he served ran riot with system. Ohhhh. She jerked her hips to derive the greatest benefit from him.
Rick groaned as that pussy swallowed him. His balls whacked her ass without mercy. He abandoned himself to the relief those clasping lips afforded. He basked in their crushing love.
He wished Nancy could pleasure him nearly as well.
Margo's swollen nipples fascinated him. He gently palmed them. She started from his initial contact. like bullets, her nubs rolled beneath his stimulating rotations. He detected their smoldering heat.
Margo's emerald spheres curved into the whites of her eyes. Her lips resembled a wavy ring.
"You're the most exciting woman I've had," he whispered. He pumped her harder, faster, letting her feel the brunt of his urgency. "Look how steeply you enjoy it."
"Yes," she murmured. He sank it to the hilt. Her pussy bulged with cock. He opened her with wide, manly strokes. "It feels good."
"Sex isn't restricted to the garments you sell," he said, pumping her. "It nourishes you."
Her nails scraped his ass. "I'm going to cum," she anxiously announced.
"Do it," he urged. "I want to feel that pussy squeeze me when it happens."
Rick's handsome face vanished in a fog when she reached that agonizing pinnacle. His dick persisted in coming at her fast and strong. Her nerves were ramshackle from the bombardment. She arched her back. Her tits pitched, the nipples flinging their salty drops.
"Ohhhh!" she cried, soaring. "Oh, yes!" She pelted him with her snatch, taking that rock-hard monster in voracious mouthfuls. "Ram me! Ohhhh!"
Rick groaned as her pussy yanked on him. Challenged, he weathered her demanding thrusts. He nearly succumbed to the urge to spewing in that tightening cunt. She contracted around him, squashing him with the quaking walls. He remedied the situation by pounding through that wriggling knot.
Christ. He wanted to keep her excited-for as long as possible.
Neither Rick, nor Margo, were aware they were under surveillance. The hand that rested on the door frame shook with fury.
Margo Chandler was the same man-eating slut of twenty years ago! her watcher fumed.
She hadn't changed in the least. That cold, mercenary bitch! She deserved an untimely end-the very one in the planning stages.
Rick watched Margo regain her focus. Her pussy relinquished its lock on him. He flew in and out of that squishy encasement, resuming his deep pump. The temptation to get her off a second time piqued his appetite. He yearned for her to physically crave him. He had the equipment that guaranteed satisfaction.
Though dazed, Margo fucked back. She longed for that aggravated part of him. Shoving her pussy at him, she caught him in her juicy grip.
"Your pussy sure-likes the taste of that, huh?" he mentioned while feeding it to her. "Go ahead, baby. Take all you dare."
Margo's arms circled him. Feverishly, she cleaved herself to him, unwilling to separate. She needed that tunneling monster to carry her through.
Rick held nothing back. His delivery was nonstop roughness-exactly what Margo petitioned. He fucked that wet, wanting pussy with swift, sure strokes. Un-like Mike Brennan, who adhered to a slow drill, Rick provided a ball-slapping execution that left her panting for more. "Faster," she pleaded, beginning her second climb. Rick made it so easy to cum. "Oh, God. Ohhhh."
His persistence in servicing her resulted in orgasm for both. That slamming cunt reduced his staying power to zero. He could no longer ride out the thrill it produced. Creaming in her was inevitable.
"Here comes some liquid protein for that thirsty snatch of yours," Rick uttered before that pussy drained him. "Ughhh. Ughhh. Ughhh."
Margo watched his transformation. His ruddy complexion brightened as the lines of tension gathered. The discharge of hot fluid occurred in her pulsing center. His thrusts persevered, even while shooting, to facilitate her climax. He managed to stay hard long enough to make her peak.
"Come on, baby," he grunted. "Come on."
Margo threw her head back. Her throat ached from moaning. She fastened herself to that jamming monster and climaxed. "Ohhhh. Ohhhh. Ohhhh."
When Rick pulled out, jism poured from her pussy. She was much too weak to prevent its creamy cascade down her thigh. He left her pleasantly numb.
Gradually, Margo's toes touched the floor-the first time since he'd stuck his cock into her. She regained circulation in her extremities, and sure footing.
"Hey, how about dinner?" he later murmured, pecking at her ear. They had lazily repaired themselves and now headed toward the door. The street was less populated, affording them a measure of privacy. "We'll go somewhere quiet, where I can grab you under the table."
"Mmmmm. Excellent suggestion." Margo watched as Rick turned the knob and freely swung open the door. Her brow knitted. "That's strange. I thought Amanda locked up. In fact, I believe I heard the click."
He grinned. "You were preoccupied."
Margo searched her memory banks, then aborted the effort. Her assistant-likely assumed her departure imminent and elected to leave without properly latching it. She had no way of knowing their simple transaction would evolve into an hour and a half of heavy breathing and guttural release.
It was nice to know her assistant gave her the benefit of the doubt.
Nevertheless, she thought Amanda's presumption highly unusual. It was un-like her to leave the shop unsecured.
Hmmmmmm.