Chapter 6
Erica followed her usual routine the next morning. She developed the film and made two prints of each frame. She put one set of prints in a large envelope and wrote Jack's name on the front. The other set she put in an envelope on which she wrote George's name and the date, and put it in her files. Then she called Jack.
"I have your prints ready," she said. "Shall I send them over by messenger?"
"Bring them tonight," he replied. I'm having a cocktail party tonight. I want you to come."
"Oh, Jack, I don't know any of the people you know, and I'm not good at parties where I don't know anyone. I don't even know your wife."
"You'll meet her tonight. I want you there. There's someone I want you to meet."
"Another target so soon? My, my, you're a busy man lately. And you want me to be a busy girl, too."
"This isn't the usual assignment," he said. "I'll brief you tonight. Party starts at seven."
Jack gave Erica a kiss at the door. "Circulate and get to know some of the people. My other half is mixing and doing her bit to keep the guests happy. If you don't run into her in the next few minutes, find me and I'll introduce you."
"I don't know why I agreed to come," Erica replied. "I'm nervous enough in a crowd where I know people. This is the next thing to death for me."
He grinned. "I didn't know you're an introvert. I thought you liked to meet new people."
"Only one-on-one or in small groups," she said. "And then only when we get together for some intimate fun."
"Well, you never know what might happen. See that young man sitting in the corner?"
"The hunk on the love seat?"
"Well, I wouldn't call him a hunk, but I can see why you would. His name is Barry. He's the one I want you to meet. He doesn't have anything I can use right now, but he will soon. I want you to establish a relationship with him. He's very cautious, so you might have to work on him for a while."
"What kind of relationship?" Erica asked. Jack leered. "Sexual, what else?"
"I know that," she snapped. "I mean, should I let him get serious, or keep it light?"
"Oh, let him get serious if he wants to. But I don't want you to get serious about him. He's heading for a big fall, and I don't want you caught in the middle. You know what to do. I've got to circulate. See you later."
Jack wandered off. Erica went to the bar, got a very dry martini, and stood off to the side where she could covertly watch Barry. She caught him looking at her, and decided to wander over and get acquainted. She made her way slowly across the room, stopping along the way to chat in an attempt to make her journey seem nonchalant. She stopped by the love seat and tried to act casual. , Barry looked up and smiled. "Hello," he said. "I've been watching you."
She felt more comfortable now that she had made her move. Simply knowing his name made him seem less of a stranger. "So I noticed," she replied. "See anything that interests you?"
He patted the seat. "Why don't you sit down and we'll talk about it?"
She deliberately sat close enough for their hips to touch. "I don't make small talk very easily," she said. "I'm more action-oriented."
"Well, a person after my own heart," Barry said with a grin. "You're unusual. A lot of women scream their heads off at the first sign of a pass."
Erica thought she might as well get the ball rolling right away. She felt less inhibited now that she was over the initial hurdle. Besides, why leave it to the man to make the first move? He might never get around to it! If nothing else, she might get Barry to take her away from this dreadful party.
"Oh, I usually scream only when something frightens me, or when I cum," she said softly.
Her boldness flustered him for a moment. He actually blinked several times as though trying to clear his head. He took a deep breath and swallowed hard.
"And do you cum very often?"
"Every chance I get," she responded, more sure of herself now. She had made it over the rough spots. "I love it. Probably as much as anything I do." She put her hand on his thigh and squeezed gently. "How about you? Do you like to cum?"
"Of course. Have you ever met a man who doesn't?"
"Not that I can remember."
She felt his cock begin to stiffen and nudge the edge of her hand. She looked around and saw that they were partially screened by several large potted plants. The only one who could see them was a woman standing several feet away. She opened his zipper, fished in his pants and slowly extracted his cock.
He looked down at her hand holding his dick, then looked into her eyes. He leaned back in the seat and pushed his ass forward slightly. He changed his mind and sat up again. He quickly unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it open.
"God, your tits are beautiful," he said, his voice husky with emotion. "I watched the way they swayed as you walked over here. I didn't think you were wearing a bra."
She thanked him for the compliment with a smile. "They don't like to be restrained." She began to move her hand slowly up and down the shaft of his prong. "Nice cock," she whispered. "I like good-looking cocks." Her hand began to move a little faster, squeezing and relaxing rhythmically.
"You know how to jerk one, don't you?"
"Learned a long time ago. Kept guys from wanting to put it in me."
"Uh huh. That happed to me a lot, too. Do you still do it for that reason?"
"No way! It's only a prelude now. Or, in some cases, a necessary substitute."
"Like now? Go ahead and jack me off."
"Don't you want to put it in me?"
"Of course," he grunted. "But we can't do it here."
"We can leave."
"I've got to meet Jack after awhile."
She held her palm loosely around the bare knob and began to twist her wrist.
His hips bucked so hard that he almost slipped off the love seat. "Damn!" he hissed. "That feels good!"
"Almost like a tight pussy, right?'
"Yeah. Keep doing it."
"Not on your life! I want more out of this than a handful of cum. Put that thing away and come with me."
She didn't bother to button her blouse. Her full, heavy tits swung and bounced as she walked. She led him down the hall, and entered the first open door she came to.
"Looks like Jack's study," she said. "As good a place as any." She pulled up her skirt and leaned over to push her panties down. Her full, heavy tits swung and jiggled under her chest. She held her skirt up around her waist and leaned over the desk with her ass pointed at him. "Push your pants down. I don't want your zipper tearing me up."
She looked back over her shoulder as he opened his belt and let his pants fall around his ankles. His cock sprang up, fully hard. He stood so close that the tip touched her ass.
He reached between her legs and stroked the soft pink lips of her pussy. He slipped his middle finger into her soupy hole and pushed it deep. He wiggled the tip of his finger against the top of her channel. She sighed and shook her ass.
"We don't have time to play," she hissed. "Put your cock in me! Fuck me!"
Her bawdy words were the catalyst he needed.
The pink lips of her pussy peeked out lewdly at him. He reached between her legs and caressed her hairy slit again. She shivered and moaned when his fingers brushed her clit. He rubbed the engorged head of his prick along the satin-smooth cleft of her buttocks. The broad head of his dick separated the puffy lips and began to enter her.
She moaned and pushed her ass backward as he penetrated her. He clung to her hips and hunched hard, burying his dick all the way to the balls, filling her tight sheath.
"Oh, baby!" he gasped. "You're so hot! So hot and juicy! A real hot bitch."
Erica happened to glance to the side and saw a woman standing in the door, watching them. The same woman who had been standing a few feet away when she pulled Barry's prick out of his pants. She wiggled her ass impatiently, urging him to fuck her.
He pulled back and watched his cock emerge from her clinging cunt lips. He left just the knob inside her and held still.
She shook her ass again. "Don't tease me!" she hissed. "Fuck me!"
He held onto her hips and began to plunge his prong rapidly in and out of her tight sheath.
"Yeah, that's the way," she said. She locked eyes with the woman standing in the door. She stood with her arms folded under her tits and stared straight at them. Erica could see that she was breathing hard. She did the only thing she could. She licked her lips and grinned lewdly. "Go deep," she told Barry.
He reached under her and began to fondle her heavy, dangling tits as he crowded her ass and fucked her hard. He thrust deep, hard and quick, rocking her back and forth under the fast pace of his hard driving strokes.
Erica's face glowed with delight. Sneaking into Jack's study for a quick fuck really turned her on. The woman standing in the door watching made her even hotter. Her pussy got wetter every time Barry thrust his rampaging rod into her. Juice squished out around his shaft and dribbled down the inside of her thighs.
He plundered her cunt with the regularity of a machine. His face was flushed and his chest heaved with exertion. A churning knot of tension in his belly warned him that he was about to dump his load of cum into the beautiful woman's hot snatch. Releasing her tits, he slid his hands down to her crotch. He thrust two fingers into the top of her slit and began to strum her clit.
Erica began to buck harder. "Oh, God, that's good!" she moaned.
He rubbed her clit furiously and began to fuck her faster. She pressed her fist in her mouth to stifle the scream that threatened to alert everyone in the house to her intense rapture. His balls felt like a pair of grapefruit. His gut twisted in knots. He slammed into her cunt with a mighty heave, and his cock erupted. He scrubbed his groin against the cheeks of her ass and flooded her with a gallon of hot sperm.
Erica grunted from the force of his final thrust and started cumming. She shoved her hips back, eager for every little drop of love juice he could pour into her.
They quivered against each other until his balls emptied and her orgasm subsided. Erica glanced at the door and saw that their audience of one had left. She pushed herself erect with a deep sigh. Barry's dick slid out of her snatch and hung limp and red, well-oiled with semen and joy juice.
"What a glorious way to fuck!" he croaked.
She kept her legs close together so his cum wouldn't run too far down her legs. He had really given her a load. She wrote her name and address on a piece of note paper. "Come see me tomorrow," she said. "I'll give you an encore. In bed. My knees get weak when I fuck standing up. Around one. I'll leave the front door unlocked for you."
She grabbed her panties and stuffed them into her crotch, then hurried to the bathroom off the study to remove the dregs of their fun.