Chapter 5
"Why didn't Margo Chandler ever marry?" inquired Nick Vitalias.
Amanda Hunt shook her head. "She doesn't discuss her personal life with me. At the shop, it's all business."
"But a beautiful woman like that should have received a slew of proposals during her adult life. Any healthy male would have tossed his hat in the ring."
"She's a private person," Amanda maintained. "I wouldn't dare ask."
"You're her assistant. Surely, she told you."
"Nick," she warned. "Drop it."
"I would, but it simply makes no sense."
"Why are you so interested in Margo?"
He shrugged. "She fascinates me. I consider her an enigma."
His quest for intimate details incensed Amanda. She figured the evening was reserved for augmenting their relationship. She hurried home for work and cooked him a magnificent dinner. They basked in a romantic setting. She lit a crackling fire that bathed her room in a luscious glow. Nick had just loosened his tie, unbuttoned his top collar, and had gotten comfortable on the sofa with her. She expected coziness-not questions about Margo.
If his inquiries pertained to marriage, why did it have to involve Margo? Amanda had waited an eternity for Nick to pop the question. He cleverly eluded the topic. Amanda's patience spanned two years. Her investment in Nick had been a major undertaking. Thus far, that venture yielded disappointing dividends.
Nick, a virile-looking Greek, possessed the qualifications she sought in a husband: intellect, motivation and charisma. At thirty-one, he was a practicing Certified Public Accountant. He dwarfed her at six feet. His high forehead gave way to pitch black hair. Nick played basketball on a competitive basis to retain his trimness. He enjoyed aggressive sports, evidenced by his muscular development.
In the bedroom, he required little coaching. Nick proved himself a competent lover. When inspired, he had the capacity to amaze and delight.
Marriage, unfortunately, was an institution he had no wish to join. Amanda dropped subtle hints. When those failed to work, she became blatant. Nick argued that he preferred doing without that complication. The long hours he put in at the office preparing people's tax forms, the extensive auditing of his corporate clients and the endless red tape he sifted through with attorneys were imposition enough. He insisted they wait until a suitable time, when the happy event could be properly diagrammed.
Amanda tired of waiting and the lip service he paid her. She threatened to cut her losses and break off their relationship. Nick cured that by giving her several hours of incredible sex. Amanda invariably capitulated.
Amanda never stopped dreaming of Nick's eventual consent. She believed they would make an outstanding couple. Her German-Irish descension perfectly balanced his Mediterranean looks. A redhead of diminutive size (five-foot two), Amanda complemented Nick's height. She wore her hair at shoulder's length. like Margo, she had a set of dazzling green eyes. Her lack of stature hadn't meant a forfeit of shape. Amanda was deliciously stacked. Her rounded breasts and tiny waist (Nick easily encompassed it with his giant hands) added to her appeal.
Nick, she suspected, liked having a petite girlfriend. It made him feel all the more large. His endowments were commensurate with his height; hers, comparatively, were smaller and tighter.
"Doesn't she have any men in her life?" Nick revisited the subject. "Certainly, you've taken calls at work."
Amanda sighed. "How could I tell apart her customers from her boyfriends? I wasn't blessed with a sixth sense."
"I thought all women were born with that trait."
"Not as a rule." Since Nick refused to let the issue die, Amanda decided to enact her own measures. She brushed him with her tits. Her nipples bulged beneath the cashmere dress. Prior to Nick's arrival, she prudently removed her bra and panties. She hoped for a pleasant discovery during dinner, or when she cleaned the dishes, but Nick's mind had been elsewhere. Typically, he was engrossed in loose ends he failed to tie at work.
Nick neglected to register the desired response. He construed her snuggling as an extension of her normal affection.
"Doesn't she have any family?" he probed.
"None that she's referred to." She stirred against his thigh. A delectable portion of leg emerged from the slit in her cashmere. "Please, Nick, I'm with the woman nine solid hours per day. She has my trust and respect, but not my undying curiosity. Let's leave it at that."
He grinned. "Are you jealous of her?"
His question surprised her. Amanda never entertained that possibility, but supposed it existed on a subconscious level. She silently admitted that the male customers of the Golden Chemise did ogle Margo with more frequency than herself. One might conjecture a woman twenty years younger would have greater allure, but in Margo's example, the reverse held true. Amanda did not dwell on it. "Why would you ask that?"
"My bringing up another woman has obviously raised your fur."
"Why wouldn't I resent it? This is my down time-and our chance to be alone. Would it be any different if I grilled you about one of your buddies? What if I had the hots for Randy or Alex?"
He chuckled. Nick's confidence in her loyalty couldn't be shaken. "I'd be amused."
She lightly socked him in the arm. "Watch it."
In the course of a minute, his grin dissolved. "Okay. Your gripe is understandable. I won't pursue the matter if it irritates you-but you have to admit, Margo Chandler has shrouded herself in mystery. Nobody really knows much about her past. The biographical information furnished in newspaper and magazine articles is canned material: a gorgeous owner and operator of the Golden Chemise, who spent years in Paris studying fashion before building her lingerie empire."
"That's correct. I've seen nothing more enlightening published."
"Does she pay reporters to steer clear from the skeletons in her closet? Doesn't anybody want to dig up some dirt?"
"I doubt Margo has dark secrets."
"A person in her income bracket-and of her glamour-usually hides some unpleasant event. It's a pattern I've uncovered."
Amanda rolled her eyes. "I believe you've stumbled upon your calling in life: writing paperback mysteries. Honestly, Nick, I never heard such crap."
"It's a natural progression of thought: a beautiful woman who has never married, no known family, yet pioneered a flourishing business in the lingerie industry. How did she amass her fortune? Launching a new business requires operating capital. From where does she draw her inspiration? Who was her mentor? A woman in her formative years who travels to Paris isn't readily invited into its fashion circle."
"Margo, like anyone, is entitled to her privacy. Please bear that thought." Amanda couldn't fathom the basis for his inquisition. Mention of her celebrated boss rarely entered into their regular conversation. Did someone instigate such gunfire?
Amanda's disdain evaporated when glimpsing his virile profile. Nick exuded a sexiness she couldn't ignore. Even when he tried his best to annoy her, the erotic tension seized her. His relaxed posture and pensive frame forwarded her appetite.
Amanda didn't normally initiate sex. Nick assumed that role except for rare instances. She gave him plenty of encouragement, but it was up to him to get things rolling. Once in a while, she took control. Watching Nick's unraveling awe served quite a treat.
Beginning with the brushing of his thigh, she attempted to get his juices flowing. Nick sat with his legs widely apart. She eyed the shapeless folds of his suit pants. Nick exhibited no sign of inflammation. His fixation with Margo apparently contributed to that inactivity.
Her voice dropped to a husky level. "If your mind won't rest until you receive those answers, I could be persuaded to ask on your behalf."
His eyes momentarily flashed. Nick refrained from displaying enthusiasm. "It's really no big deal. You don't have to if it would make things awkward."
Amanda traced his masculine contours. Nick's thighs were of ample sinew. His firmness, supplemented by his distinguished dimensions, excited her. She journeyed to the center of the lap, delaying her arrival. Her grope would coincide with a kiss.
"I suppose I could find a moment when exploring that territory would seem totally natural. Margo, to my recollection, never dodged a simple question. Her answers are sometimes vague."
Nick was aware of her hand's path and conceivable goal. His eyes were glued to her exotic swirls.
"Are you sure you aren't remotely attracted to Margo?" Amanda teased. Her finger traced the folds that slowly took shape in his pants.
"She looks great for her age."
"Forty-three isn't exactly over the hill." She recognized his burgeoning hardness. "That's approximately ten years from where you're at." She brushed his lips. Nick trembled. She pressed her tits against him. Her nipples protruded through the cashmere. His hand enclosed one. She shut her eyes as he squeezed. "Yeah," she whispered, writhing. "Oh, yeah."
Nick stuck his tongue into her mouth. He stroked both her nipples with one hand while he roamed her oral heat. Amanda responded wildly to that collective stimulation. She met him with equal passion.
Temporarily leaving his lap, she snuck a hand into his shirt. Nick had a nice forest through which to roam. Locating his nipple, she flicked it. Nick lurched beneath her rotating fingertips. He was especially delicate in that spot. Nick went under her dress, reaching between her legs. Amanda hastily separated them. She shivered as he grazed her silk pubes. Ohhhh. He knew, at that point, that she had foregone her panties.
Nick inserted two fingers into the moist crevice he encountered. Amanda's features tensed as he inched into that sticky pocket. He pushed until he could go no further. Amanda's lips expanded, flashing white teeth. A sob leaped from her throat.
"Oh, Nick," she whimpered, unable to contain the thrill he remitted. "Ohhhh."
Back and forth she rubbed, provoking the swell of her clit to swell. His furious massage caused it to enlarge. Her pussy sucked at his digit, anxious to consume it. He finger-fucked that wet, grabbing hole. He met squish and hair while pumping it.
Nick's speedy jiggle turned her on. His arm was up her dress, jerking madly. She clutched, then straddled it. Both knees pressed into the cushions. Her chin went high, her red hair hanging from her head. The sparkle in her eyes dulled as her shaking increased.
"Nick," she squealed, riding that finger.
"Ohhhh."
Nick only felt the spongy warmth he invaded. The cashmere dress concealed the feverish activity of his finger. Amanda raked his shirt with her nails during the thick of her excitement. In seeing her escalating pleasure, he wanted to observe the soaked cunt he manipulated.
She granted his wish within moments. Amanda yanked her dress upward-revealing her pussy, then tits, and finally her flushed complexion. Recklessly, she flung her outfit to the side. The going rate of cashmere would normally have given her pause, but Amanda burned with a staggering temperature. Her nipples stretched toward him, tall and eager. She completed her convulsion in the nude.
"Ohhhh," she shivered before him, baring her all. Using her palms, she rubbed her distended nubs until they were discolored. Her heated cries stirred his loins. "Ohhhh. Oh, Nick. Oh, yes! Yes!"
Seconds after climaxing, Amanda flew down at him. She tore at his belt, zealously unhooking it. After unzipping him, she dropped onto her elbows. Nick hardened under her soft panting. He protruded from his fly, semi-erect.
She made contact with her tongue. Nick's domed head received the first, scalding whip.
He gasped. Her next slurp sent his head reeling backward and caused his eyes to shut. Tracing the outer edges of his cockhead, she veered over the tiny slit. Bubbles of saliva emphasized her ticklish journey. Amanda could have gone on licking him, but yearned for his masculine flavor. She enveloped that domed head. In her first suck, she tasted his salty heat. Diving to the bottom, she fastened her lips and pulled. His cock stretched without solidifying. Her tongue slithered along his underside. The hot tickle she achieved caused his expansion. Up and down that dick her lips went, protracting its length.
"Yeah," Nick gasped. Those lips disbursed an electrical flow.
Amanda engaged him in strong eye contact while administering those mesmerizing gyrations. Her cheeks bulged from her intake. Her contented grunts followed.
Nick sat back, watching it grow. His cock, on the rise, steadily inched upward. Amanda's expert tip brought it to a stand. Her tongue lathered its vein-ridden surface while her lips entwined him. He pulsed inside that mouth as it absorbed him. Elevating his groin, he met her unswerving press. His dick lingered in her sweltering vacuum.
"Yeah, baby," he groaned. "Eat it. Let me fill your mouth. Let it slide into your throat."
The suck she applied kept him on alert. Even when he got lost in the fluidity of her lips, that fierce drawing sensation reminded him of her thirst for cum. Those slick, sucking lips worked to extract his jism. Amanda loved to drink it.
He relished her consumption. The sight of his cock disappearing in her face turned him on. Her sensual lips molded to its width. Grafted to his taut skin, she tugged straight up. The persistent catch and release drove him insane. He throbbed from the commotion.
Amanda gave him a few more moments of suction before lifting her face. Hot drool coursed from his well-sucked dick. Nick clenched his teeth as a river of saliva trickled downstream. Without notice, she dove for his balls. She licked the pliant flesh.
Nick's jaw went slack as she furnished him a barrage of heavenly fireworks. He was more conscious of her lavish strokes. Each curl and smack was magnified in that area. He trembled as she slobbered his balls.
Amanda kissed one. She tasted hair and skin while smashing her lips to it. His cock twitched as she mouthed his sac. She inhaled his charged scent. The aroma of her spit emanated from his shaft. The red marks that resulted from her loving compression had not faded. She observed the evidence of her intense suck.
"Finish me off with your mouth," Nick said.
Amanda's lips parted and returned him to the wet, stroking warmth he needed. She sucked his dick until she felt his entire body shake. Nick had been closer than she realized. Drops of pre-cum mingled with her saliva. Mmmmm. Her lips tightened around him, sliding up and down.
"Faster, baby," he urged. "Work me with that mouth. Oh, yeah. I'm almost there."
"Mmmmmmm," she hummed against his throbbing cock.
Nick squirmed from her oral pull. His groans deepened. His fists clenched, then shook. "Jesus. Keep going. Stay with it. Suck me. Ahhhh."
Amanda swallowed him whole, then pumped his pulsing stem with her lips. "Mmmmm."
Nick's mouth dropped open at the same time his eyes rolled up in their sockets. "Ughhh. Ughhh. Oh, yeah. Gulp it. Take my jism."
He squirted into her throat. She gladly downed his hot, creamy load. Her lips held him fast, preventing a single drop to escape.
After they were through, Amanda rested her head on his lap. While caressing his thigh, she recalled his absorption with Margo.
It wouldn't hurt to ask about her life before she opened the Golden Chemise. Her story might have some interesting twists and turns, with an occasional surprise.
Amanda hoped Margo would be willing to share her experiences. If she objected, then Nick's claim had validity.
Perhaps Margo was hiding something.