Chapter 2
A blinding light poured into Nina's apartment. She flung an arm across her eyes in a bid to shield the pestering rays. Morning always arrived too soon in her book. Keeping late hours never helped-nor having a young lover with unflagging energy.
Kirk slipped away before dawn. He mentioned needing to process a backlog of claims at the office. Working for an insurance company kept him extremely busy. She hadn't a clue how he managed to function on two or three hours of sleep. His mind retained its whip-sharp quality.
She relished the quietness. The morning was reserved for introspection. Nina preferred nothing more than reading the newspaper over a cup of coffee, then stealing some time on her computer. She had taken several classes in learning key software applications. Her original plan had been to find an office job in which to utilize her skills. Buck placed that strategy on hold when he offered her the job of manager at Tangerine's. Her compensation was based on an ability to keep the establishment flourishing. He recognized Nina's expertise in handling crowds while retaining her cool. She also served as a dazzling centerpiece: a classy woman who exuded an extraordinary sex appeal. The thronged halls at Tangerine's were confirmation of that talent.
Although Nina delighted in her present challenge, a nagging voice in the back of her head contested the deviation from her earlier goal. Before Buck's proposition, she had carefully saved for a home computer system and religiously attended her computer classes. A vision of achievement shimmered in her mind. Learning the computer had not been a simple process. Nina struggled at the keyboard until the commands the instructor incessantly pounded in her head were finally mastered.
The purpose of becoming a bartender in the first place was for immediate income. Nina had no other means of support. The terms of her divorce from Jim deliberately deprived her of an allowance. Since Jim had filed for bankruptcy, there was no object in demanding money he did not have. Wanting to be free from any financial obligations he incurred, Nina cut her losses. The tips she earned at Tangerine's paid her rent and other expenses. Eventually, she purchased the machine and printer with money she had prudently banked.
Her machine, unfortunately, was collecting dust. Her managerial duties dominated any spare time to keep in practice with what she had learned.
Without consciously doing so, Nina flipped to the job advertisements of the newspaper. She skimmed the column, searching for a position. Falling into the strict regiment of a large company did not interest her; a small office with flexible hours was more to her liking. Nina, at present, was indifferent to salary level. She thought it acceptable to gain some valuable experience before branching out into a serious career.
She honestly believed she could balance her responsibilities at Tangerine's while assuming part-time employment during the day. Resurrecting her original plan provided a sense of accomplishment.
Besides, few clubs of her acquaintance enjoyed longevity. Eventually, they fell out of fashion, succeeded by something a little wilder, a little different. Nina had no intention of wearing out her welcome with the drinking set. Renewing her efforts to secure gainful employment with the talents she cultivated seemed a worthier pursuit.
Before she could turn the page for further opportunities, the phone rang. Absently, she reached for it. Buck occasionally consulted with her about the previous night's business. He was another who barely required sleep. Buck functioned in overdrive.
"Mom, we need to talk," a soft female voice announced, canceling out her expectation.
Nina was unprepared for the call. Nancy rarely, if ever, kept in touch. Their estrangement began before her marriage dissolved. Both her children, for some inexplicable reason, were distant. Nina attributed the lack of communication to underlying resentment. It was her perception that they believed she abandoned their father when he was down on his luck. Nina shielded them from his infractions with other women. They had no knowledge of the many affairs he conducted, nor the sums of money he squandered on them. Jim, foolishly attempting to reclaim his youth, sacrificed their life savings. Bankruptcy had been their last resort. The children were disgruntled by that decision. Jim never disputed their animosity; Nina couldn't abide it. It tore at her every time she viewed her children's photographs.
Nina cleared her throat. "You've known from the beginning you can always call me."
"I'm flying into Chicago tomorrow. I'll be staying for a week."
"A week? Splendid. Naturally, you'll stay here."
"I don't wish to be an imposition."
"That's absurd. You're my daughter. I'll be delighted to have you."
Nancy proceeded cautiously. Nina sensed uneasiness in her tone. "It hasn't been ideal. I'd like to change that."
A lump formed in Nina's throat. She resolved to accentuate the positive. "Me, too."
Their conversation ended optimistically. Nina was ecstatic. She was anxious to share the changes in her life with her daughter. Nancy, a flight attendant for a major airline, had adventures to share with her, too. Nina envisioned their reunion as a healing process. Hopefully, they would mend their tattered relationship.
The excitement of Nancy's visit propelled Nina into her clothes. She skipped the newspaper and a possible session on her computer. An aerobic walk would be vastly more satisfying. She showered, then donned a T-shirt, a pair of shorts and her tennis shoes. A quick inspection before the mirror revealed a delectable woman. Nina was amazed how men of all ages checked her out. Nothing could have equipped her for the scrutiny she received at her stage in life. She had ripened in her years, and achieved remarkable popularity with the opposite sex. She formed an addiction to the staring, the outbreak of drool, the vying for attention. Not only did they make her feel hot, she began to believe it.
Nina recalled her initial timidity after her divorce became final. Men took low priority. She had virtually banished them from her life. "Who needed the aggravation?" had been her motto.
Fate altered that existence. Nina received her first sample of male concentration at Tangerine's. Kirk and a host of others transmitted irrefutable signals. None cared that she was a woman of mature age. They all thought her sexy.
Nick, her neighbor, was the next to rile her. He seduced her from his balcony one night while playing his guitar. Nina came out to listen, only to discover his girlfriend simultaneously giving him head. Spotting Nina, Nick silently ordered her to watch while he fucked his girlfriend. He later confessed to Nina he fantasized that he was with her.
Eventually, Nina surrendered to Kirk, then her virile computer instructor, John Rafferty, and finally, Nick. Each episode revealed that sex was superior beyond forty. The sapped looks on the faces of partners overturned her negative conclusions. Sex was far from a dead issue. Again, Nina basked in flaunting herself and sought pleasure with a variety of lovers.
Nina, having completed her computer classes, no longer saw John Rafferty. Nick, a musician, took off for the road in search of a new band. Kirk remained the only man in her revitalized life.
During Nancy's stay, Nina elected to resist men. She didn't wish to instill visions of her romping about town. Nancy might not weigh her lack of inhibitions in a positive light. Nina would safely observe respectable guidelines then-likely go on a binge when Nancy reported to work.
Leaving her apartment and starting down the hall, she nearly bumped into a ruggedly handsome man with curly dark hair fringed with gray. His brown eyes maintained an intensity she found intriguing. Boxes were stacked in his arms, all of which had their contents specifically labeled. Automatically, she assumed he was moving into Nick's vacated apartment.
"Sorry about that," Nina apologized. "I almost crashed into you. I'm Nina van Plante."
"And I'm Dave Manchester-your new neighbor, from the looks of it."
Nina noticed the absence of a wedding band; that made it safe to check the rest of him. He had a lean, robust frame. Powerful forearms were revealed from rolled back shirt sleeves. A portion of a developed chest was accounted for without his having done the top buttons. The figure-hugging jeans furnished a striking view of his ass. She placed his age close to hers, if not higher. Nevertheless, she thought him desirable.
Why did she go Through that evaluation process with every man she encountered? It was as though she had conditioned herself to that end. Nina admonished herself for employing that rating system. Not every man she met was going to share her bed.
She noticed he had gone it alone as to transferring boxes from his car. No other helpers were visible. "Can I be of assistance?" she asked, nevertheless pressing herself into service.
Dave grinned, obviously taken with her. "If you'd like, but I'm warning you, I have quite a haul."
"That's fine. I intended to get some form of exercise. Carrying boxes seems a fair substitute."
Nina had a knack for reading people. Dave Manchester appeared to be divorced. She couldn't imagine a man in his situation amassing a large number of possessions; most tended to dispose of excess baggage. Arriving at his car, she saw photographic equipment. Dave had an enlarger, boxes of developing chemicals and three different cameras.
"You're a photographer?" she asked.
He nodded. "Freelance. I submit to several magazines."
"What kinds of magazines?"
He chuckled. "I'll show you."
Nina had known some people who worked with film as a hobby, but not an occupation. Having a professional next door seemed novel.
They transported the balance of Dave's items to his new home. Nina couldn't keep her eyes off his ass while shuffling down the hall. She questioned whether her attraction to him was genuine, or merely stemmed from a response to his friendliness. Dave was the sort of man she dreamed her ex, Jim, might have patterned himself after: a manly disposition, an inspirational body, and a refreshing sense of humor. He exuded an irresistible masculinity. An impulse to seduce him took root. She didn't want to leave the wrong impression, yet was acutely aware of the tightness between her legs.
Dave was quite open about himself: he mentioned a defunct marriage, his enjoyment of moving and acquainting himself with new faces, and even disclosed his age (forty-six). He described himself as a free spirit, and a chronicler of current events.
His work was featured in news magazines. He had several boxes of black and white glossies which had once dressed the pages of leading photo journals and publications. He impressed Nina with his line of credentials.
They sat amid his conglomeration of boxes and enjoyed some tea. Nina was pleased he indulged in that particular beverage; it was her nightly ritual to fix herself a cup before retiring.
Dave displayed a keen interest in the details Nina furnished him of her life. He made her feel important. While providing him a sanitized version (with the more sensational aspects edited), an emphatic wave of desire assaulted her. Dave's virile profile, his outline of muscle and his lush baritone caused her hormones to hum. Noon hadn't yet passed, and she was unduly aware of her lust.
Dave made no motion to dispel it; if anything, he amplified the sensation. He spoke huskily, as though consciously seducing her. "Bartending sounds exotic." His dark pupils glowed in anticipation. "You probably meet an assortment of fascinating people."
"'Colorful' would be more appropriate."
He gravitated toward her. She was afraid if he brushed her bare thigh, her defense mechanism would crash. Although having perfected flirting to an art, Nina was awkward about consummating it. Strangers occasionally intimidated her.
"The atmosphere at a bar lends itself to certain overtones," he went on, placing his cup on the floor. His large, manly hand smoothed the carpet; Nina gazed at those sturdy fingers weaving through its pile. "Some go there for romance, others to exploit."
She detected his yearning to touch her. Nothing would have given her greater pleasure than having him enclose her swollen breasts. The T-shirt betrayed her: the rigid peaks of her nipples protruded. A damp spot expanded in her panties. Warmth radiated through her groin. Her pussy ached for hard, male friction. Though she continued to feel a reminder of Kirk's penetrating thrusts, a craving for sex reestablished itself.
"Tangerine's represents different things to its customers," she spoke softly, attuned to his wild frequency. "It is a hunting ground. Relationships are born on a nightly basis; some don't last until dawn. I've also witnessed friendships forged-ones that have endured." She was wholly observant of the path his fingers traveled; they were precipitously near her ass. "And then, a group goes there solely to purge the week's disappointments. Though they scan their surroundings, they don't seek companionship for the evening." She shook her head. "Happiness for them is futile."
"At least they have you to study," he murmured.
Nina accepted that as a compliment. "Thank you."
"I would very much be interested in photographing you. The late morning light on your face is very flattering." His voice dropped an enticing notch. "That is, if it is acceptable to you."
"Me?" Nina blurted. "For one of those magazines?"
He shook his head. "For personal use."
His use of the phrase alluded to erotic connotations. Nina never regarded herself as a potential subject for artistic sake. If Dave yearned for a model, why wouldn't he select someone young and fresh? Surely most women would jump at the chance to pose. Given his virile character, he wouldn't garner many rejections. Dave, in her opinion, was an absolute hunk.
He quickly deciphered her range of emotions. Dave, an expert at having to read people, put her anxiety at ease. "I won't show them to a soul-not without your consent. Their disposition will be expressly at your election."
Nina carefully considered her next question. "Will I be required to pose in the nude?"
"I prefer to run my sittings in a spontaneous manner. If you feel uncomfortable about it, we won't go in that direction."
Other questions populated her mind. Nina sifted through them, wondering which to ask next.
Dave inched toward her, drawn to her luscious body. Many women had thrown themselves at him, but Nina was the first to retain her standards. Though externally shy. she showed a wildness that had him shaking. Those pale blue eyes sparkled with a fervor he rarely confronted. He longed to devour that sensual mouth, and those tits-Jesus! She was endowed with the consummate hourglass figure. Nina was his notion of a hot, delicious woman.
Unable to tame the fire that raged inside him, Dave reached for her lips. Though startled. Nina remained stationary. She recognized the chemistry as well. Her mouth opened to receive his tongue. Dave dove into that sweet cavern, gleaning its sugar-spun saliva. Mmmmmmm. Nina's arms went around him, her tits pressed against his chest. He groaned at the stab of her stiff nipples. Oh, yeah. His hand curved about her ass. Subtle pressure, which was initially applied, escalated to blind groping.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," Nina sobbed, overwhelmed by the sizzle of his kiss. Dave had her panting. He swiftly found her most crucial hot buttons, manipulating them to his satisfaction. He collected her squirming ass with those enormous hands and ravaged them to her delight. "Oh, yeah. Ohhhhhhhh."
After several moments of exploration, Dave left her shapely buttocks to claim her hand. Nina trembled the second he clamped it over his groin. Her fingers stirred over that thriving section. Dave was hard as bone.
Events occurred at high speed. Nina was unsure if she was making a mistake, involving herself with a neighbor on the first day of occupancy. There was a familiarity about Dave, however, that excused her feverish response. Their attitudes about life were nearly identical.
Nina had primarily chosen partners younger than herself. The intrigue of an older man captivated her.
She managed the top button of his jeans without looking. Dave kept her mouth busy with his tongue and thrilling lips; she considered providing them gainful employment between her legs. The tremendous swell of his cock nearly interfered with unzipping him. Only through persistence was she able to release him from confinement; Dave was so severely rigid, he confounded her navigation.
Nina slid down the length of his body, seeking that excited thing with her mouth. She wanted it close to her face, where she could gaze at it. He had a nice-sized dick, possibly six and a half inches; stretching thickly toward her, it seemed brimming with life.
"like it?" he muttered.
She nodded.
"Show me. Kiss it."
Nina lowered her tongue to the stout head. She circulated a tingly flow of saliva. Mmmmmm. Dave tasted good. Stroking that warm, salty flesh caused her appetite to flare. His cock stood, throbbing from her inventive slurps. She lapped him from his broad stem to his heavy knob, tracing the snarl of veins.
"Oh, yeah, baby. Make it wet."
She applied more of her foamy spit. Globs trickled down his shaft. Dave groaned as it coursed over sections that had not enjoyed her imaginative darts. Saliva dribbled over his balls. Nina attended the bubbly excess, wriggling about the velvety sack.
"Oh, Christ," Dave gasped, trembling. His head rolled from side to side. "Lick my balls. Soak them in your blistering saliva."
Nina lapped that soft skin. Mmmmmmmm. Dave's hips gyrated beneath her sinuous tip. He elevated his groin in steering her to his target hot spot.
"Cover them with your sweet kisses," Dave grunted.
She slobbered them as instructed. His cock rose tall and solid, pulsing with fury. Her luxurious swirl unleashed his animal frustration.
"Now, put it in your mouth. I want to fit myself inside your face."
Nina's lips spread wide to adapt to that beating mass. Dave was so excited, it was difficult to receive him at a comfortable angle. His dick thudded against his stomach, fully swollen. Nina gently clasped the ample trunk with her fingers while rotating his wet balls with her thumbs. He went smoothly into her mouth. Pressing him to her roof with her tongue, she gave him a turbulent massage. Up and down she ran her wiggling tip, subjecting him to a series of oxygen-depleting whips. She felt his entire body scream with pleasure through her clenched lips.
"Do you like the way I taste?" he groaned.
Nina had no intention of answering. Her uninterrupted flutter served as his response. She sucked his cock with all the imagination and skill she possessed. If possible, she planned to exceed his expectations.
"Jesus. Rub your lips all over it. Ahhhhhhhh. Let me fuck your mouth." He thrust himself into her face. Nina whimpered when his balls hit her chin. Dave was oblivious to any offense she might have taken to that action.
As it happened, Nina loved that savage outburst.
"Yeah," he muttered, jerking himself through that moist circle. He planted the flat of his palms on the carpet, then swung at that saliva-rich opening. His stiff cock sank into that drenched ring. "Suck it hard, baby. That's one, wild mouth. Ahhhhhhhhh. Go ahead. Swallow me. Let me feel the bottom of your throat. Don't be afraid to take me whole. You can do it. Ahhhhhhhhhh."
Dave's palpitations multiplied. Nina savored his building excitement. He was definitely in tune with his stimulus.
Nina drew powerfully on his taut flesh. His verbal ideas aroused her. She loved having a man talk dirty while she sucked his cock. Having no compunctions in expressing himself, he delved into a very colorful vocabulary.
She captured Dave's burgeoning flesh between her rubbing lips. Lavishly, she stroked him, pulling him into a fever. His red complexion informed her of his impending orgasm. His stomach muscles rippled from the tremors she summoned. Compounding each mouthful she took, Dave added a little shove of his own. Mmmmmmmmmm. She savored that delirious push, accompanied by a shortness of breath.
Nina's doting lips attended his cock. He studied her luxuriant slurps, then felt the whirling vacuum in which she trapped him. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Dave defeated the urge to shut his eyes and erupt. Delaying the inevitable, however, proved fruitless. He ground himself to her face, groaning as those lips smothered his pulsing base and her cheeks caressed his balls. The whim intensified. "I'm going to cum," he muttered in a staggering flush.
Nina began milking him in earnest. She wanted to down that hot goo. Up and down she twisted, relentlessly attached. Her tenacity triggered his orgasm. Those dense, creamy squirts began filling her mouth.
"Ugggghhhhhh," he groaned, pumping jism. "Uggggghhhhhh. Ugggghhhhhhhhh."
She massaged his spurting cock while it divested itself of its cumbersome load. Dave's shattered breathing and quaking body accentuated her thrill. She relished the fact she propelled him to a dizzying altitude.
Dave, however, sustained his hard-on beyond his convulsion. Nina expected to feel him soften after emitting the last drops of cum. The flesh trapped between her lips hadn't lost a fraction of its throbbing size. It pulsed madly against her instigating tongue.
"Sit on me," Dave hoarsely commanded. He nodded to his surging member. "Let's go, baby. Sit on my dick. I want you to ride me."
Nina regarded the strength of his erection. Despite his powerful climax, Dave was ready for another round. Apparently, she had a brutal effect on his libido. Lowering the waistband of her panties after disposing of her running shorts, she revealed her brown, pubic curls to him. His dark eyes flashed as they studied her appetizing mound. The lips of her pussy were wet and anxious to receive him.
Dave grabbed his cock and began stroking himself. He could scarcely wait for them to connect. Contemplating himself in her silken heat made him twitch. He stopped fondling his dick, afraid of shooting before getting the chance to stick it into that juicy snatch.
Nina climbed onto his lap, positioning her symmetrical buns above his erect member. In setting upon him, she encountered his blunt tip. Her soaked flaps slid over that domed head. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. His thickness divided her succulent folds. Nina pushed down on him, feeling that solid mass enter her cunt. "Ohhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah."
Dave elevated his hips to expedite penetration. He couldn't postpone his excruciating splendor another second. Although he'd fucked many women, Nina was electrifying. "Jesus Christ. Ahhhhhhhhh. I've got to cram it into you, baby. You've got me all excited. Ahhhhhhh. Oh, yeah."
Arching her spine, Nina sank onto him. Introducing Dave's hard thing to her tender pussy brought unanticipated joy. When her ass cheeks became situated on those balls and the stem of his cock expanded her cunt, she moaned. Containing his bulk was thoroughly enjoyable.
Dave's features looked pinched. His eyes glazed over. Placing her palm over his chest, she discovered a frantic heartbeat. It amazed her how she could perpetuate his steam. His stamina nearly matched Kirk's-who was less than half his age.
Dave's enormous hands locked about her hips while his knees came up. His thighs cradled her swaying figure. "Move your ass, baby, and fuck me. Smother my dick with your juicy kisses. Oh, yeah. Rock yourself on that stiff thing. Faster. Oh, yeah. Hump me."
Nina rose and fell on his rigid member. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah." He sliced into her hot pussy, noisily rubbing its slick borders. She jammed him in her frustrated center. The ache Kirk instilled was enhanced by Dave's unyielding mass. He ran himself through her puckering lips, awakening her pleasure with every thrust. Nina retaliated by charging down on it and until those flourishing wet sounds echoed. Her tits swung inside her T-shirt as she rode him to ecstasy. "Ohhhhhhh. Oh, God."
In and out of her slippery folds he went, burrowing into tingling squish. Dave clenched his teeth. "Can you feel it, baby? Can you feel it?"
Nina sobbed. "Oh, yeah. It's what I need."
Dave pounded himself into that receptive cunt. His balls slapped her soft ass. Ahhhhhhh. That warm, squeezing pussy stroked him to distraction. He couldn't get over its pleasing fit. His fingers dug into Nina's wildly shifting buttocks and attempted to manipulate their movements. Nina ground herself to his base, sending him into orbit. "Fuck me, Nina. Ride my cock. Oh, yeah. It wants to get you off."
Nina pounced on him. The prickly hairs of his thighs brushed the backs of hers. She stuffed all she could into the kneading walls of her snatch and gave him a guttural thrill. His hard flesh afforded her quite a rush. He gasped as she pushed down on his stiff cock. His face was lined with agony as she caressed him with her drenched folds. Her pussy caught the taut skin, bunching at its luscious crimp. Dave, contorting, fondled her shifting buttocks during her ecstatic jaunt.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she wailed, humping him faster. She plunged upon his hard spike, letting it glide over her swollen clit. A flurry of tingles coursed through her. Moving her hips, she generated eye-popping friction. Dave's shaft, which felt like rock, speared through her moist tissue. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah."
Nina approached orgasm with resignation. She couldn't tame the unmanageable sensations that jolted her. Her flesh slapped against Dave. Clutching his biceps, she rode out the fury in her groin.
Dave eyed the sumptuous bulge of her nipples. They deliciously projected from her T-shirt. Removing his hands from her ass, he yanked her T-shirt up, then seized those tasty nuggets with his mouth. Mmmmmmm. He lapped the sweat that trickled from those hard pebbles. Using his tongue, he whipped her into a frenzy.
"Oh, God," Nina wept. "Ohhhhhhhhhh."
He experienced the heat of her climax. Nina's pussy wrapped tightly around him, then shook. Her husky cries bounced from his walls.
"Ohhhhhhhh. I'm cumming. I'm cumming."
He stuffed all he had into that contracting cunt. She twisted wildly on his lap, taking her pleasure from his cock. He braced himself from her convulsive squeeze, recognizing its capability.
"Cream on it," he said between intermittent sucks. Her nipples continued to delight him. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. Cream on me."
Gazing into space with her mouth dropped and squeaks of joy compressing from her diaphragm, Nina scarcely heard a word. Her ass striking on his lap, the backs of her legs slapping his muscled thighs were her only other noises. That constricting pussy flew back, only to return for more. Dave, thrusting upward, provided her the reinforced hardness she desperately needed.
"Oh, God," she moaned after hitting hit bottom. Dave might not have been well-endowed, but what he gave seemed to compensate her in a greater sense. "Ohhhhhhhh."
Nina collapsed after wringing the ecstasy from his dick. She fell over Dave's muscled frame, panting. He made her cum hard-even harder than the previous night.
Dave didn't spare a moment. He guided her onto her back, then took charge. He sliced deep into that cunt, anxious to finish. Enduring Nina's fulfillment had been an exacting measure. He steadily rammed into that hot squish, feeling the giddiness encompass him. Solid bone was fed to Nina's shaking cunt. After five minutes, he gushed inside that quivering hole.
"Jesus," he groaned, losing himself in paradise. "Arrrggghhhhhhh."
Nina caressed his back beyond his final shudder. Gladly, she received that hot injection. He pumped what amounted to molten lava in her pussy. His abundant discharge flooded her snatch, causing its syrupy backwash to trickle down the crack in her ass. She was much too exhausted to attend to the matter.
Mmmmmmmmmm. The apartment seemed to affect its occupants. First Nick, and now Dave catered to her sexual whims.
At least they were consistent.