Chapter 1
"Taking a vacation together is okay, but I miss our special little get-togethers," Laura said to the other two women at the table, raising her voice over the sound of the band.
"Don't ever let our husbands hear you say that," Abby Nelson said with a soft laugh. "They have no idea that we get together and lick clit."
"They think we drink coffee and gossip," Gwen Parker agreed. "In some ways, you're lucky, Laura. You aren't married, so you don't have to worry about what your husband would do if he found out you go both ways."
"I thought Jack and Eddie were more broad-minded than that," Laura said.
"Don't we wish," Gwen said.
"When are you going to find a man and settle down, Laura?" Abby asked. "You're twenty-five now. Isn't your biological clock ticking pretty loud?"
"I keep looking," Laura replied. "I haven't found the man who can accept me for who and what I am. Maybe I'm too picky."
"Don't lower your standards," Gwen said. "You'll find one. You know the old saying. There's a lid for every pot."
From across the room, Burt Evans zeroed in on Laura like a heat-seeking missile after a jet airplane.
Out of the corner of her eye, Laura saw him staring at her. She had already fended off several would-be suitors, waiting for Mr. Right to come along. He hadn't, of course. He never had. She shrugged inwardly, made eye contact and smiled slightly.
"Here come our husbands," Abby said. "Watch what you say."
"I think I'm going to be picked up," Laura said. "See you later. Don't do anything I wouldn't."
"I can't think of anything you wouldn't do!" Abby snickered.
Burt arrived a couple of seconds before Jack and Eddie. He held out his hand to Laura and said, "Will you dance with me?"
Laura scrutinized him quickly. Not bad looking, she thought. In a plain, uninspired way. He certainly isn't Mr. Right, but he'll do for a few hours. He was tall and thin, with dark brown hair. She guessed his age about thirty. He had a moderate-sized straight nose, gentle brown eyes and a quick, easy smile so obviously phony it seemed to be held in place with tape. His long eyelashes looked almost feminine.
"My name is Burt Evans," he said as he pulled her into his arms and snuggled her too close for comfort.
"Laura Snyder," she said. "What's your line, Burt?"
Her question flustered him. For a moment, he thought she meant his pick-up line, then realized she meant his line of work.
"Business," he muttered. "Middle management. And you?"
"Schoolteacher. High school."
Silently, they danced a couple of slow dances. She endured the grinding thrusts of his semi-erect cock as he tried to hump it between her thighs. She allowed him some freedom, just enough to build his confidence. She wondered if he suspected that she allowed him to pick her up because she wanted him to fuck her.
"Would you like to dance again or get a drink?" Burt asked.
"Why don't we leave?" Laura replied.
He swelled with pride, thinking she was inviting him into her bed.
"I would like to take a walk," she said before he got carried away with his success. "I need some fresh air."
"Oh, yeah," he said, audibly disappointed. Now, he would have to start all over again.
She held his hand as she led him to the crest of a small hill behind the recreation hall of the resort. She stood like a goddess looking down from Mount Olympus. A gentle breeze wafted through the shimmering summer night and rustled her flowing skirt. She tilted her head back and gazed at the sky. Stars sparkled like incandescent grains of sand, making the clear night sky pulse with cold, distant light.
"Look at the Milky Way," she said. "It seems to have ruptured, spilling stars everywhere."
"What?" he asked. He seemed distracted, as if he had been somewhere else, faraway, and her voice brought him back prematurely. "I'm sorry. I didn't hear what you said. I was.. . thinking."
She continued to stare out across the valley. The reflection of the stars glinted dully in her large, dark eyes. "It looks like a quaint little village," she said.
She gazed at the miles of rolling hills and valleys, the swaying trees and dense clusters of woods that stood starkly against the night. The pastoral scene evoked her childhood images of the Promised Land. Starlight danced across the surface of the manmade lake like fragmented pieces of silver. Beyond the lake lay an eighteen-hole gold course. It was dark and empty, colored with liquid shadows. Between the lake and the lodge lay the stables with their winding riding paths of crushed cinders. Just a little further on stood skeleton supports of the ski lift. They reminded her of sterile steel flowers growing toward the cold light of the stars. At the foot of the hill, the glass and concrete freeform recreation hall of the resort squatted like a fat, contented frog. It glowed like a jewel against the hill, with soft yellow fog spilling from its translucent windows. Even at this distance, she could hear an occasional spasm of music as it caught on the hook of the wind and whispered into her ears.
"It is a village, I guess," Burt answered. His eyes fondled the sensual curves of her shapely ass. Her skirt rippled darkly. "You could live here, I guess. If you had enough money."
The wind wafted through her thick auburn hair. She leaned toward it, letting its undulating fingers fan away the heat of the night. Sweat made her scoop-neck peasant blouse stick to her back. She shrugged her shoulders in an attempt to dislodge it. The coils of heavy gold chain around her graceful neck and the gold bracelets on her slender wrists clinked sharply, like the sounds of coins dropping into a piggy bank. She looked at the main building, with its arc-like driveway curling up to the wide front doors. She could see into the lighted lobby, littered with late-night revelers looking for something to do.
"Are you here alone?" he asked, bothered by her silence.
"I came with friends. The women you saw at the table, and their husbands. We all teach at the same school." She turned and looked at him, and smiled faintly. "I have my own room. We aren't that close."
He stared openly at her, his eyes ablaze with lust. Her breasts stood high and firm in her blouse. His mouth became dry as he estimated the weight and shape of the large mounds. A familiar twinge throbbed in his groin.
"Have you been here before?" he asked. He stepped toward her, his eyes rolling up and down, from her face to the tips of her straining breasts.
Well, at least he-likes to look at me, she thought. I wish he would make a move, so I would know if he wants to fuck me. Maybe he's just shy. I told him I wanted to take a walk so I wouldn't appear too easy to get, but I would rather get my ass bounced on the bed.
"Many times," she said in a soft whisper. "My parents brought me here the first time when I was about seven. I try to come back every year at Thanksgiving to ski. It isn't as crowded as the more famous ski areas."
"I guess it's changed a lot," Burt said, trying to feel her out, looking for the key that would open her up. He'd been with her almost an hour now, and he still wasn't sure which way she might go.
"Not really. The rich people go to Aspen or Vail. This place is sort of a blue-collar resort. I like it."
He stepped close to her and felt the warmth of her thigh through his pants. Cautiously, he slid his right arm around her waist and tried to look down the front of her blouse. He stretched his fingers carefully across the yielding warmth of her belly. He inched his hand up, toward the swelling curve of her sumptuous tit. He stopped when the edge of his hand touched the bottom of the mound to implant the idea, if it wasn't already in her thoughts.
Keep going! When you find out that I'm not wearing a bra, maybe that will give you the idea. I don't like to make the first move, but I'll fall right over for you if you show me that you 're interested.
She leaned against him slightly. He shivered for effect, using the movement to slide his hand up a little further. He could almost feel the heavy, pressing weight of her magnificent tit balanced on the point of his thumb.
"It's getting a little chilly, isn't it?" he asked.
He wondered how it would feel to shove his cock all the way up her cunt. Would she be hot? Wet? Christ! He couldn't tell. She didn't seem to be leaning one way or the other. He wished she would give him a signal, so he would know if he was wasting his time.
He touched her tit with the point of his thumb. He sucked in his breath, nervously, silently, and held it. She didn't say anything. He tested it, thrust his thumb against the restrained softness. He had to consciously fight back the temptation to cup her tit in the center of his hand. Too soon, he cautioned himself. Too soon.
You're getting the idea! I won't object if you squeeze my tit. Go ahead, try to feel me up!
"Why don't we go back to my room?" he said. "We could have a nightcap or something."
She turned to face him. He managed to slide his hand down her firm body, feeling as much of her flesh through her dress as he could. His grip broke off at the top of her thigh, at the vee of her mound. He thought he felt her shiver ever so slightly. She studied his face for a moment.
He wiped his sweaty palm furtively on his gray slacks. "Feel like another drink?" he asked, trying to start over.
She watched his face carefully. "Another drink? Sure, why not."
His face went to pieces with anticipation. "I, uh, have some wine in my room. Or we could send for.. . "
"Why don't we go to my room?" she suggested. "We can send for anything we want from there as well as we can from your room."
He looked stunned. "Sure. Fine." Maybe this was going to be easier than he thought.
Laura began to walk slowly down the hill, her head down, studying the shadows that lay like puddles at her feet. The grass felt ticklish and cool as it brushed her ankles. Her billowy skirt swished softly. He moved up beside her quickly and took her hand, afraid she would leave him behind and forget about him.
"This is a lovely night, isn't it?" he said.
"Wonderful," she said softly, thinking of what lay ahead, not the balmy summer weather.
They walked in silence. He held her hand tightly, sweating into her palm, his thoughts wild and sexual, filled with erotic promise and untold pleasure. Pride colored his thinking. He tried so hard to pat himself on the back that he nearly tripped over his inflated ego. He walked with a bounce to his step, and a confident, sophisticated, super-cool throbbing in his painfully hard cock. The clinking jingle-jangle-swish of her jewelry and dress sounded like an erotic invitation to him.
Laura was an attractive woman, despite what she thought of herself. She thought she was too voluptuous. So many men seemed to prefer skinny women with no tits or hips or ass. Women who looked like boys. Her large brown eyes, her soft, sensuous mouth, and the thick, rich waves of auburn hair could never convince her that she wasn't plain or homely. Her breasts were large and heavy, her trim waist flared into womanly hips, thighs and ass, but she knew she weighed too much. She wore her prejudices almost defiantly, as if she wanted to punish the world for not talking her out of them.
"What do you teach?" Burt asked, afraid of the silence.
"American History. I'm working on my doctorate. Maybe I'll try for a job at the university level one of these days."
He doesn't really care, but I have to say something so he won't panic and run away. I don't really care about him, either. I only want to use his cock for a while. And maybe his tongue, if he knows how to lick pussy. Maybe I should be ashamed of myself for thinking of him as only a handy cock, but I'm not. He sees me as only a convenient pussy. Anyway, I'll probably never see him again after tonight. He wants to fuck me, and I want to fuck him, so we both get what we want and no one gets hurt.
He laced his fingers between hers and asked, "What would you like to order from room service?" His tongue moved nervously across his top lip. "I mean, what would you like to drink?"
She shook her head and sighed. "Are you really interested in a drink?"
Laura stopped in front of her room, dug her key out of her purse and handed it to Burt. Nervously, he inserted the key, opened the door and escorted her into the room. He stared at her, shifting uncertainly from one foot to the other, fidgeting with her room key.
The hum of the air conditioner was like a buzzing, mechanical music in the background. Laura sat on the bed and crossed her legs. Her billowy, peasant skirt rode up, exposing her well-formed thighs. Her bracelets made a tinkling sound and clinked together softly.
"Do you want to fuck me or stand there playing with that key all night?"
Burt's eyes widened and he dropped the door key on the floor. "What?" he asked incredulously.
Laura cocked her head to the side and smiled faintly. "Isn't that what you had in mind? You do want to fuck me, don't you?"
"Jesus," he mumbled, half under his breath.
He walked toward her in a state of confusion. He didn't know what to make of her. The situation was like a dream, a wild, erotic fantasy, un-like anything that had ever happened to him. Before he could reach out and touch her, she put her hand between his thighs and began to fondle his erect cock.
"Jesus!" he gasped, his hands dropping heavily to his sides. He stood numbly, his feet rooted to the carpet. "Jesus!" he said again.
"Jesus!"-
She looked at his shaft outlined in his pants. "At least you're big enough to find," she said softly. She ran her hand up and down, from the base of his belly to the swollen thickness of his cockhead. Her slender fingers encircled his prick. "I want it in me.. .in my pussy."
He bent over and kissed her hard on the mouth. His tongue stiffened as it slid between her lips and pressed into her warmth. He felt her tongue lashing at his as her expert fingers manipulated his cock. He put both hands on her tits and began to knead the large resilient mounds harshly.
She broke the kiss and hissed, "Fuck me! Don't make romantic love to me. I want to be fucked. I want to be fucked hard and deep!"
Something snapped in his brain. He fell upon her heavily and clawed at her clothing. He yanked the scoop-neck of her blouse down and began to chew on her tits. He shoved her skirt up and pulled frantically on her panties, trying to slide them over her rolling hips. He yanked them halfway down her widely parted thighs as she opened his zipper and freed his stiff cock.
"Rip them off!" she cried. Her fingers snaked up and down his pulsating shaft, jerking him toward her cunt.
Her passion astounded him. He responded with raw, primitive, lecherous sexuality, matching in intensity what she offered in total abandonment. He gathered her panties in his fists and tore them from her legs. Her blouse and skirt followed, leaving her naked except for her gold bracelets, the coiled gold chain around her neck, and the rings on her fingers. She looked more lewd than if she had been stark naked.
"Fuck me!" she gasped. She lifted her wet slit and jammed the head of his cock into the mouth of her cunt. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me deep! Fuck me.. . ! "
His cock went all the way in immediately and he began to fuck her hard and deep. He felt the liquefied, clinging walls of her passage rippling like sensuous fingers around the throbbing thickness of his prick. He heard her cunt making a wet, squishy sound as he entered and withdrew from her body. He lifted her thighs and wrapped them around his waist. He fucked her furiously, thinking only of his desire to screw her ass into the bed and shoot her full of cum.
"I'm cumming!" she cried. She tightened her pussy around the ball of pleasure spinning madly between her thighs. The prickly pleasure enchanted her. Each time she squeezed herself around his prick, she came again, more powerfully, more shatteringly. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumm.. . ! "
He grunted and began to pump his sperm into her liquefied love tunnel. He flooded the quivering passage and the thick, hot goo seeped between the fluttering blonde-haired lips and left a damp, irregular stain on the sheet.
Her moans became faint sobs. She looked up at him and shuddered. "That was too quick. Can you do it again?"
He pulled his flaccid cock out of her and looked at it. "I don't know," he replied with a shrug. "I didn't really expect.. .everything happened so fast."
"Get up here and put your cock in my mouth. I'll bet I can get it hard again."
"Shouldn't I wash?"
"God, no!" she said. "I want it just the way it is. Come on, let me suck it up so you can fuck me again."
"Well, I'm not too keen on that, but I'll try." He climbed on the bed and started to straddle her.