Chapter 6
Laura sat at the bar in the nearly empty cocktail lounge sipping a Screwdriver made with more 100 proof vodka than orange juice.
"Who's the dude in the suit?" she asked the young woman behind the bar.
"David Butler. I hear he's a big attorney. Owns a half interest in the place. He comes around every couple of weeks. Keeps to himself. I've never seen him with a woman. The asshole across the room is Kelly Engle. He's new here. Teaches tennis in the summer and skiing in the winter."
Laura lifted one eyebrow. "You don't like him, huh?"
"He thinks he's God's gift to women. If his cock was half as big as his ego, he might be."
The young woman drifted down the bar and busied herself polishing glasses, leaving Laura to her thoughts. She glanced in the mirror behind the bar and saw that the object of the young woman's ridicule was coming toward her.
Oh, shit! she thought. Why me? I don't want anything to do with another loser. Not after the fiasco with Burt. She picked up her glass and turned away from Engle. A young couple sat on opposite sides of one of the tables, leaning forward, holding hands and looking at each other with cow eyes. Probably on their honeymoon. They wouldn't know if the place fell in around them.
Gloomy, daytime shadows draped the back of the lounge. If any of the tables were occupied, she couldn't tell. She didn't see anyone she knew, anyone with whom she could seek refuge to avoid Engle. She realized Engle had changed course and was going to end up right in front of her. She turned the other way and her gaze fell on David Butler.
He glanced at her, than at Engle. He looked grim and lifted one eyebrow.
Very perceptive, she thought. She grimaced and shook her head.
Butler rose and hurried across the room to intercept Engle. He took the man by the arm and Laura could see his lips moving rapidly as he steered Engle away.
Butler returned a couple of minutes later and stood near Laura. "My apologies," he said simply as he motioned to the bartender. "Lila, give the lady another drink. On the house."
"Thank you," Laura replied. "It helps to have friends in high places."
"We could be," Butler said. "I'm David Butler."
"I know," Laura said. She laughed softly as she turned to face him. "I'm Laura Snyder. Did you chase him away so you could hit on me?"
He grinned wryly. "No. Even though it might look that way. Dissatisfied customers don't come back."
"So, you made a simple business decision. And I thought you did it because you didn't want competition."
"Since you put it that way, may I call you?"
"How do you know I don't live too far away to make it worth your while?"
"Well, we haven't colonized other planets yet, so you must live on this one. I haven't heard of any UFO sightings in this area. Any place I can get to within twenty-fours by fast jet is worthwhile."
"You have a glib tongue. Suppose I say no? Who will steer you out of the room with a stern warning?"
"I'll take myself by the arm and give myself a severe tongue lashing on the way out."
"Give me your card and a pen," she said.
"Where do you live, by the way?" he asked as he handed her his card and pen.
Laura looked at his card. "About a two miles from your office." She flipped the card over and wrote her name and phone number on the back. "Having second thoughts?"
"Only regrets that I didn't meet you sooner," he said as he pocketed his card and pen. "Enjoy the rest of your stay."
"I'm going home Monday morning," Laura said. "Thank you for the drink."
Butler gave her a salute and walked away.
Laura took her drink outside and sat by the pool. A few minutes later, Abby and Gwen joined her, beaming as brightly as the afternoon sun. They both wore thong bikinis that barely covered anything but their nipples and bushes.
"You two look bright-eyed and bushy-tailed," Laura said. "New bikinis?"
"The guys bought them for us this morning," Gwen replied.
"That's a change," Laura said. "I thought they didn't want you to show any skin."
Abby giggled. "They changed suddenly. Last night. We all got it on together."
"We didn't just get it on together," Gwen said. "We swapped. And we let them in on our little secret."
"Well, that is a change!" Laura said. "How did they react when they found out you like to lick clit?"
"They nearly fucked us to exhaustion!" Abby said happily. "They were so tired, they ate a huge lunch and went back to bed. We're on our way to wake them and do it again."
"Don't wear out their cocks," Laura advised with a laugh. "Save some for tomorrow."
She watched the girls walk away, suddenly feeling very lonely. I wish they had asked me to join them. Guess they aren't ready for a real group grope yet. Maybe I'll get a little drunk and land in jail. She went back inside and ordered another drink.
From out of the shadows on the far side of the lounge, a tall blond man emerged slowly, as if stepping through a thick fog. Laura watched him in the mirror behind the bar as he ambled toward her. He wore a somber gray suit, a pearl-colored shirt and a pale lavender tie.
"Wimp," Laura muttered half under her breath. She raised her voice and said, "Lila, who's the dude in the dark glasses coming our way? He looks familiar, but I can't place him."
Lila looked at the man and shrugged. "Never saw him before. Too pretty for my taste. Probably a lady's man who wandered in looking for someone as pretty as he is. like you."
Laura smiled wanly. "Just my luck."
The man's hair was bleached almost white, striking against his deeply tanned skin. He was extraordinarily handsome, and seemed to be exceedingly aware of it. He carried himself casually, walked with supreme coolness, as if he wanted everyone else to be aware of his looks.
He slid onto the stool next to Laura and looked at her. He had a kind of faint, tight smile on his lips. She thought his smile had a mocking bent to it. Then again, it could simply be her own reaction to his good looks.
She realized she was staring at him and looked down. She took another quick sip of her drink and sat the empty glass down harder than she intended.
The man set his glass on the bar and motioned to Lila. "Another," he said softly. His voice was clear and cultured, with an unmistakable tone of authority.
Lila nodded.
Laura felt an unmistakable flutter in the pit of her stomach as the man stared at her. She closed her thighs tightly, as if locking her cunt in a prison of flesh.
"And another for the lady," he said, staring openly at Laura.
Laura stared at him just as openly. The fluttering in her stomach danced lower and tickled the inside of her pussy. He's trying to pick me up, she thought. Well, I could do worse. When my pussy reacts to a man this way, I usually have a pretty good time. Besides, he just might turn out to be Mister Right.
"You don't have to," she said.
He lifted his hand and waved away her objections. His tight lips parted and revealed a set of perfect, brilliant white teeth. "No strings attached," he said in the same soft, confident voice. "I don't want to drink alone."
Lila half-turned and looked directly at her, waiting for an answer.
Laura nodded. "Well, I guess one more won't hurt."
The blond man nodded, pleased with himself, pleased with her response. "Good," he said.
Unconsciously, Laura looked at her wristwatch.
"Are you waiting for someone?" he asked tentatively.
"No. Why?"
He turned slightly on the stool and his knee touched hers. She felt a jolt of electricity surge up her thigh and stab into her suddenly wet cunt. He took off his dark glasses and looked at her carefully.
"You looked at your watch," he said softly. "I thought perhaps you might be waiting for someone."
Laura shrugged. "To tell you the truth, I was getting kind of bored."
Lila brought their drinks. Laura rolled her sweaty palms against her cool glass.
"Are you here alone?" he asked, lifting his glass.
"Yes." Why bother explaining her relationship with her friends to him? It wouldn't interfere if she decided to spread for him. She felt juice soak the crotch of her panties and thought she might. Just to see if he even came close to being Mister Right. "And you?"
"Oh, yes." He smiled crookedly. "Very much alone." He shifted in his seat and turned more toward her. "How long will you be here?"
"I'm going home Monday morning."
He smiled. "So am I." He picked up his drink. "Shall we drink to a quick, but friendly, relationship?"
Laura clinked her glass against his. "I can handle that," she said.
Fire rolled down her throat and splashed into her stomach as she took a deep drink. This drink seemed stronger than the previous ones. Maybe she had already had too much alcohol. Her ears were hot with excitement and her nipples were tingling. She couldn't blame the drinks for everything, however. His knee rubbing gently up and down her thigh generated most of the butterflies in her stomach.
Up close, she saw that he was terribly handsome. Beautiful might better describe him. His features were finely chiseled, and his tan looked too flawless. His soft, almost white hair flowed into a medium-length, mod style that had to have been professionally styled. His eyes were alive and piercing, with an intelligence and subtle knowledge. His long eyelashes fluttered like delicate webbing. The clean, erotic aroma of his cologne assailed her nostrils. She inhaled the fragrance deeply, almost involuntarily.
"I know," he said, a smile on his lips, mischievous humor in his eyes. "I remind you of someone, don't I?"
"As a matter-of-fact, you do. I know it sounds like a line, but have we met?"
He chuckled warmly. "Perhaps you've seen me on television," he said. He pressed his whole leg tightly against her thigh. "I do a lot of commercials."
"Right!" Laura said. "That's where I've seen you."
He nodded and sipped his drink. "Well, it's a living." He smiled broadly and tried to mold his leg against hers. "But let's talk about us. Tell me your name."
"Laura," she said. "Laura Snyder. What's your name?"
He sipped his drink, then put it down slowly. She was aware of the rub of his thigh against her leg and the growing wetness in her panties.
"Derek," he said. "Derek Hall."
Laura tipped her drink toward him. "How do you do, Derek?"
He smiled. "I do very well, Laura." He looked at his watch. "Will you have dinner with me?"
"I would love to have dinner with you," she replied instantly.
They had a good dinner, then went to the rec hall and danced nearly every dance. They laughed and teased each other, and had a marvelous time. They walked to her room arm-in-arm, like old lovers.
She gave Derek her door key and said, "You are coming in, aren't you?"
Derek studied her face. "Do you want me to?"
She laughed nervously. "You know I do."
"Then I would be a fool to refuse." He flashed his spectacular smile at her. "I'm not just a pretty face, you know."
Five minutes later, they were sprawled across the bed, locked in a passionate embrace.
He kissed her wetly on the mouth and she parted her lips to let his tongue slip in. His hot tongue tasted slightly alcoholic. He slithered his tongue in and out of her mouth and rolled on top of her. She spread her legs and crushed her mound against his groin, grinding her body against his as they kissed.
He had his arms under her and she had hers laced across his back. Every part of their bodies touched. Her large tits were mashed flat under his strong chest. His cock stiffened excitedly in the prison-like confines of his pants. She felt his shaft pressing her sopping panties into her hot slit, sending ripples of impassioned anticipation through her whole body. Her sweltering hole opened and closed like a puckering mouth, aching for his cock.
He removed her blouse with expert precision, baring her braless tits to his hands and eyes. Her body was alive with passion. He lusted for her body, ached to touch her all over. She gave herself to him freely. The merest touch of his hand on her stiff nipples excited both of them.
"Oh, God, it feels so good!" she moaned, crushing his face to her tits as he scooped them into his mouth.
His tongue lashed her nipples, bringing them to a throbbing stiffness in his mouth. Saliva dribbled from his lips and poured hotly over her sensitive, quivering flesh. She humped her cunt hard against him, rubbing his stiff cock between the lips of her cunt. They both heard her soaked panties squishing against her slit.
"Undress me, baby!" she moaned. "I want to be naked for you."
His hands were not as skillful as he fumbled with her skirt. He finally got it open and she lifted her ass for him to pull it off. He yanked her panties off, grabbed her bare ass, and rolled her on top of him. He pulled her down as she squirmed vigorously and drove the lump of his cock between her thighs. He could feel her heat and wetness even through his pants.
"Undress, baby!" she moaned, humping wildly on top of him. "I want your cock! I want to feel it. I want to suck it! I want to shove it all the way up my cunt until I'm cumming! I want to feel you cumming! God, I'm so fucking hot!"
He rolled her back onto her ass. He stood and stared at her as he hastily tore his clothes off. She spread her legs lewdly, showing him the wet tangle of her red-haired pussy. The lips were already parted wetly, revealing the deep, red gash. Cunt juice oozed from her quivering hole.
He shoved his pants down, releasing his throbbing erection. His prick stood out from his loins a full, thick seven inches. His cockhead looked like a swollen mushroom capping his shaft. A bubble of pre-cum clung to the small slit in the tip.
She reached up, grabbed his hands and began to pull him down. "Lick me first, baby!" She lifted her ass and waved her hairy, wet gash at him. "Lick my cunt, baby!"
"I'm going to fuck you, baby!" he gasped. "Going to fuck you hard!"
"Then fuck me, baby! You can lick me later."
He shoved his prick into her molten passion pit and she gasped with pleasure. She clamped down with her pussy, molding the walls of her carnal passage around the glorious thickness of his drilling shaft. She tilted her hips, pushing her hungry gash at him, sucking the full length of his shaft into her creaming cunt.
"Oh, God, your cock is so big!" she cried. She locked her feet behind his ass and began to pump herself up and down the plunging rod. "I knew it would be! I knew it would be! Oh, fuck me with your beautiful cock, baby! Fuck me! Fuck me! Christ, I'm going to cum!"
He panted with excitement as he drove his dick in and out of her quivering belly. The intense friction, and the pleasure it gave him to watch his cock parting her pussy lips, nearly drove him insane with passion. His balls tightened and he felt a burning sensation in the head of his prick. He thrust in deeply, stabbing the full length of his shaft into her fleshy, dripping canal.
He grunted loudly and began to cum.
His hot jism gushing into her triggered her passion. "I'm cumming!" she yelled. She closed her eyes and began to hump with him. His spewing sperm felt like drops of wet electricity. Her cunt became an insatiable mouth. Her quivering lips sucked the cum from him and her hole drank his offering with relish. She arched against him and moaned, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming."