Chapter 1
Rusty treated herself to a luxurious, relaxing bubble bath before her date. She rested her head on a rolled-up towel, closed her eyes and thought about David.
He readily agreed when she asked him to escort her to the ballet and dinner after. Asking him to the ballet was only a test, to see how badly he wanted to be with her. He passed with flying colors. The thought of fucking him stimulated her.
Was he a good lover? What was his cock like? Did he like to eat pussy? She hoped he liked foreplay, and could turn her inside out. It had been such a long time since she had a man who knew how to really please a woman sexually. Anticipation began to build.
Dressing to tantalize turned her on even more. She put on a black garter belt, sheer black hose and black high heel sandals. The top of her black, figure-hugging long dress barely covered her outstanding tits. Being nude under the dress made her feel wanton, which added to her excitement.
She answered the door and flashed David a big smile. "Hello, handsome," she said sexily. "You look marvelous in a tux."
She put her hands on his shoulders and kissed him. His mouth came alive from the sensuous contact of her full lips. The tip of his tongue caressed her lips. She opened her mouth and his tongue quickly entered.
She stepped back, drew a deep breath and laughed lightly. "Whew, you sure know how to kiss. I should have asked you out a long time ago."
"You look terrific," he said. "Nice perfume. You smell nearly as fabulous as you look."
"We'd better go, or you'll turn my head with that silver tongue."
After the ballet, Rusty took David to her favorite restaurant for dinner. "Thank you for escorting me to the ballet," she said.
"You asked me," he chuckled. "You're even paying for dinner. I'm just along for the ride."
She smiled seductively. "We'll see," she said softly. "Did you accept my invitation just so you could get a free meal?"
"Not at all," he replied. "I like being with you. I would have gone for a walk in the woods. Besides, there is no such thing as a free lunch. Everybody wants something. Altruism exists only in fiction."
"Which you write very well," Rusty said. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a sophisticated young woman wearing a revealing dress making a beeline for their table. "Speaking of wanting something, I wonder what our esteemed state senator's wife wants."
David turned his head and looked at Brenda Holloway. "Damn," he muttered.
Brenda put her hand on David's shoulder as though to establish some prior claim, and said to Rusty in a cultured, finishing school voice, "Hello, Rusty." She reached over to shake hands, and her tits fell partway out of her dress.
Rusty ignored the offered hand. "Hello, Brenda," she replied, her voice as frigid as her look.
The perfect gentleman, David stood. "How are you, Brenda?" he said.
"I might ask you the same," Brenda replied, her tone petulant and critical. "I haven't seen or heard from you in several months."
"I've been busy, Brenda," David said. "I have to pay my own bills."
"And you think that explains your lapse? I've missed you." Brenda looked at Rusty. "Your taste in women is impeccable, as always," she said sarcastically. "Although I thought you preferred young women."
"Maybe I got tired of playing the father figure to arrogant girls," he said with a big grin.
"Damn you," Brenda hissed. She turned and flounced away with her lips drawn into tight lines.
David sat down. "Sorry for the interruption." He smiled.
"One of your lovers, I presume," Rusty said wryly. "I can't stand her, but she is beautiful."
"And haughty and spoiled and demanding. The last time I saw her, I told her so. I also told her that I wouldn't see her again. She doesn't know how to take no for an answer."
"Is she important to you?"
David shook his head. "Only in her own mind."
Rusty nodded. "I took the liberty of ordering for us when I made our reservation. I hope you don't mind."
"No reason to," he replied. "So far, the evening has been perfect."
She closed her eyes and shivered.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
She opened her eyes and smiled wryly. "I just had a very graphic image of you and that haughty, sophisticated young bitch," she whispered. "I was sitting in the corner, drinking champagne, and watching the excitement on her arrogant face."
"My, what an active, vivid imagination you have."
"Let's talk about something else," Rusty said quickly. She licked her lips, imagining how much fun it was going to be to have his cock in her. "Ah, here comes our food."
"I had a visit from Detective Gordon this morning," he said. "He's been around several times lately, supposedly investigating the rash of burglaries in our neighborhood."
"He's been dogging me, too," she replied. "I don't like him. He hits on me every time he comes around. Every time he looks at me, I feel him undressing me with his eyes."
"Well, at least he has good taste. If you didn't order dessert, I know a little coffeehouse that has cheesecake to die for. Interested?"
"Not tonight, dear," she replied. "Maybe next time." She paid the bill, and he escorted her outside. "Does it bother you that I paid for the evening and drove my car?" she asked.
"Nope. You're a good driver, and that's all that counts. I don't lose my masculinity because I let a beautiful woman take me out."
"How about an ugly woman?" she chuckled.
"You aren't ugly," he replied.
"You seem pensive," Rusty said as she maneuvered the car skillfully along the street. "Having second thoughts?"
"About you? Never. I was thinking about my kid sister."
"Celeste is no longer a kid, dear. She is a grown woman. A beautiful young woman."
'That's what bothers me," he said. "I wanted her to live with me while she goes to college. But no, she had to have her own apartment. I worry that she'll fall in with the wrong crowd."
"Well, I've met her only a couple of times, but she seems pretty level-headed to me. Tell the truth now, aren't you worried that she's sexually active?
"Well, yeah, I guess so," he said. "Life is a lot more complicated now then it was when I was twenty. Mom and Dad expect me to look after her. I shudder to think how I would handle it if she got pregnant or some disease."
"You just have to trust her, dear. You can't watch her every minute. If you need advice, or she wants to talk to a woman, I'm here." She parked in her driveway, gave him the key and let him open the door. "Are you in a hurry?" she asked. "Would you like to come in for a while?"
"Not just a drink, huh?"
"You know how women are, dear," she replied. "You can never tell what they're going to do. You'll find some champagne in the fridge. I'll be right back."
She went into the guest bathroom downstairs, and he heard water running as he poured the champagne. He knew she wasn't simply washing her hands. The thought of fucking her elated him. Her anticipation built higher as she took off her dress. She left on her garter belt, hose and shoes for erotic effect and put on a pair of shimmery, white silk lounging pajamas. Her large, unfettered tits swayed gently as she slinked seductively back into the room. She felt wanton and mischievous and hornier than a Texas steer.
"Sensational," he said softly.
She smiled sexily and took her glass of champagne. "Pm glad you like. I bought them especially to wear tonight." She waited for him to sit, and sat on his lap. She knew she would fuck him. The only question was how soon she would be riding his cock. "Why haven't you ever asked me out, David?"
"When a woman uses my first name, I know I'm in trouble," he laughed. "I was going to lie and say I don't hit on married women. After the episode with Brenda, you know better. I didn't know you were interested."
"A girl can't simply throw herself at a man and maintain any dignity. I've been sending you signals for six months, ever since Harry died."
"Guess I didn't receive them. I thought you were in mourning."
"I have nothing to mourn, David. My marriage was good for about three months. After that, I became just another possession. Harry liked to possess things. I didn't like being a piece of property. I rebelled. I probably added to the stress that Harry felt. Actually, he worked himself to death. If he hadn't walked in on that burglar and had a heart attack, I would have divorced him before long. Are you working on another book?"
"I'm always working on another book," he replied. "The curse of being a writer. My mind never rests."
"You don't have to work tonight, do you."
"No," he said. "I like being with you. You have a nice aura."
"Good. I enjoy your company. I don't even mind that you never paid any attention to me. That's all in the past now. Let's start fresh from tonight, okay?"
"How fresh can I get?" he laughed.
She smiled and cocked one eyebrow. "As fresh as you would like. I like foreplay, David. Hugging and kissing and petting and all that sexy, fun stuff. You don't have to do all that if you don't want to, but I do want you to fuck me." She pushed her chest out a little further. Her large mounds strained against the clingy material of her top, looking as if they might burst free any second.
"You are direct, aren't you?" he said softly.
"Oh, darling, I can be downright aggressive when I see something I want. And I want you. Does that bother you?"
"I'm a little slow on the uptake sometimes, but I'm not stupid."
"Stick out your tongue," she said.
"Pardon me?"
"Show me your tongue."
He cocked his head to the side and appraised her carefully. The faint smile playing around the corners of her mouth did not contradict her serious expression. He shrugged his shoulders and stuck out his tongue. He felt foolish, but he would have stood on his head for the chance to fuck her. To minimize his goofy feeling, he waggled his tongue at her.
"Very good."
"What was that all about?"
She grinned impishly. "You'll find out soon."
She thought her tits were a lot better than Brenda Holloway's, and she intended to make sure he knew it. She reached into her pajama top and carefully scooped one swollen tit through the opening. The pink nipple peaked voluptuously as she thrust her chest out. She let the big mounds rest in her palm and smiled sexily.
"Magnificent," he breathed. "Long, thick nipples really turn me on."
"What do you call these in intimate situations?"
"Tits," he replied softly.
"Yes, I like that. I call them the same thing."
"You ought to call them awesome tits," he said. "I do."
She kissed him hungrily, without inhibition, and nearly shoved her tongue down his throat. Her lips were deliciously provocative. He fondled her sumptuous bare tit as he returned her kiss with equal fervor. A pleasant ache spread from her crotch up to her tits. She sucked on his tongue. Her clit began to erect and tingle. She was so glad she had found a new playmate!
Her nipple grew hard under the deft twiddling of his fingers. This red-headed bunny was as passionate as her ripe body promised. He broke the kiss and licked her lips tenderly. "I had no idea," he breathed.
"See what you've been missing?" She caressed her tit and pointed the stiff nipple at him. "If you want my other tit, you have to take it out," she said hoarsely. "I like it when they're handled."
"They feel wonderful," he said. "I'll handle them all you want." He lifted her other hefty tit out of her top and kissed each nipple. He held one large mound with both hands and began to suck the rigid tit tip.
"Mmmmmm, I love it when you nurse on my tits," she murmured. "I think my nipples and clit are connected. My clit tingles so sweetly when you suck my nipples."
He licked her nipple and grinned. "What happens to your nipples when your clit is sucked?"
"Oh, I like your spirit! They get so hard, they nearly burst. Something is trying to poke another hole in my ass." She giggled and squirmed her ass. "What am I sitting on, a stick of salami?"
"Just me. Your magnificent ass excites me."
"How do you know it's magnificent? You've never seen it naked."
"I don't have to see it naked to tell that it's the kind of ass a man-likes to kiss."
She stood, turned her back to him, and pulled her pajama bottoms down. "There, do you still think it's magnificent? I'm afraid I've developed a little middle-age spread."
"Now, I know it's magnificent." His mouth watered for a taste of this vision of pure sex.
Shaking nearly uncontrollably, her insides a jumbled mass of quivering nerves, she stepped out of her pajama pants and tore off the top. She turned slowly and paused to give him a view of her profile-her long, shapely legs, her flat tummy, her gorgeous tits rising and falling with excitement, her elegant neck, her classically sculptured profile with long red tresses that cascaded to her waist, enhancing her ravishing beauty.
She continued to turn until her back was to him again, and bent over to emphasize her shapely ass. Her prominent mound protruded, covered by thick light red hair. The hair ran into the cleft of her buttocks in a wide swath. Her twat was perfectly positioned for rear entry. All in all, she was a very fuckable woman!
His head reeled from her beguilement and sexuality. He ogled her heart-shaped ass. The dark crevice radiated a hint of hidden delight. Her luxurious hips flared out after running out of shapely leg. Her narrow waist swept inward. He shook his head. His cock ached terribly.
"Well?"
"Well, what?" he teased.
"Aren't you going to kiss my ass?"
"You didn't ask."
"I just did, but I'll ask again. Will you kiss my ass?"
"I thought you would never ask." He kissed her buns, then began to lick them and the crack of her ass.
"Oooooo," she cooed. "That feels so good. If you like the way I fuck well enough to come back for seconds, you can ride my ass the next time. I like a cock up the ass occasionally."
"Don't commit before you know what you're getting into," he warned.
"Oh, don't worry about me, darling. I'm not Brenda Holloway. I seldom get in over my head." She straightened up and turned to face him again, melting under his laser-hot stare. "I felt the size of the lump in your pants." Her creamy flesh broke out in goose bumps. "Whatever I can take in my pussy, I can take in my ass."
She loved every thrilling second as she displayed her charms to him. She thrust her chest out, and her tits quivered for a moment. In heels, garter belt, and dark nylons, she was a fabulous eyeful. The hair along her crevice was drenched with juice. A storm was brewing in her pussy. Modeling was fun, but did nothing to quench her voracious hunger for cock. It only stoked the fire of her passion. Her eyes blazed.
"You're so damn beautiful and sexy," he murmured.
His heat, his obvious adoration, really turned her on. He reached for her and she backed out of reach. She hefted her exquisite tits in her hands and pointed them at him. Very slowly, she ran her thumbs over her nipples, bringing them to full erection.
"Do you like my tits?" she said, her voice husky with emotion.
"Very much," he whispered hoarsely. "They're magnificent."
"I like to wrap them around a big hard cock," she said. "If you keep coming back, you can fuck them the third time you visit me for fun and games."
"Got it all worked out, haven't you?" he chuckled.
"I'm getting there." She grinned. "I like to add some zing to my fucking." She looked down at her tits and rubbed her nipples harder. "Since you don't know how I like to fuck, I gave myself permission to take the lead. You don't mind, do you?"
"Fuck no!" he exclaimed.
Her passion amazed him. He expected to work for it, expected to use all the wily ways he knew to get her pants off. And here she was, naked as the day she was born, displaying her charms like a wanton bitch, virtually begging him to fuck her!
"Fuck is such a wonderful word. It brings such superb, erotic thoughts to mind." She abruptly released her tits and the heavy mounds jiggled enticingly. "I like to fuck just about any way you can think of, David. I hope you'll let me suck you off. I'm a very good cocksucker. I really enjoy sucking cock and eating cum."
"You can do whatever you want," he assured her.
"You do want to fuck me, don't you?" she asked coyly.
"Any man with a pair of balls would want to fuck you. You're a beautiful and sensuous woman."
She felt no embarrassment, only gluttonous lust and a brazen longing to fuck her brains out. Her hands began to roam over her body without shame. Her fingers sought the sizzling slit between her thighs. She kinked her knees and began to tease her clit.