Chapter 9
Brian Spence raised the window in order to get a more unobstructed view of the apartment building across the way. He had fastened the telephoto lense to his reflex camera, which stood on a tripod adjusted to the proper height.
It was still daylight, perhaps a little early yet to hope for any juicy scenes. But natural light would probably be better, in case he did run across the kind of action he would like to get on film.
Looking into the camera viewfinder, he focused the telephoto lense, which brought the distant windows remarkably close. Releasing the set screw, he panned slowly, searching for any activity which would be worth the trouble of photographing.
There were a few housewives already in their kitchens, preparing early dinners. In one apartment, four middle-aged matrons sat around a bridge table, while in another an elderly man was reading a newspaper.
Brian moved the scope quickly from one window to the next, pausing for only a second or two at each one. Suddenly he stopped and twisted the set screw to hold the camera in place.
He laughed.
It was not a very sexy sight, but it was humorous. A man stood in the window, mother-naked, staring out through a pair of binoculars. He seemed to be looking where Brian himself was standing perhaps a little to the left.
Brian was trying to decide if the scene were funny enough to waste film on, when the man lowered the binoculars from his face.
Brian nearly choked on his amazement.
The man was Arthur Webb, his next-door neighbor. What the hell was Arthur doing way over there without a stitch of clothes on, staring through a pair of binoculars? It was as intriguing as hell, come to think about it.
Brian could have stretched his imagination to the breaking point without coming up with a plausible answer.
And then it was answered for him.
A lovely pale blonde wench who was also in the raw came slinking up beside Arthur and slipped her arms around his waist. Arthur turned and caught the blonde in a passionate embrace while Brian Spence whistled through his teeth.
Arthur Webb had himself a mistress, and a good-looking one at that. Brian wondered how in hell a milquetoast like Arthur Webb had ever managed to land a dame like that. If Arthur's wife ever found out, the feathers would surely fly.
Brian shook his head in amazement. He would never have guessed that Arthur had it in him.
When the two naked love-birds turned and walked out of sight, Brian moved the camera away, searching for further strange and wondrous scenes.
Almost at once he stumbled onto another sight which quickened his pulse. A shapely young girl stood looking out a window. She wore tight black pedal-pushers and a well-filled green blouse. Her long jet-black hair fell in profusion about her face and shoulders.
Brian could see by the olive texture of her skin that she must be part Spanish or Latin-American. She was quite a beauty, with a slim waist and hourglass hips, and abundant breasts that seemed on the verge of bursting out of her clinging blouse. They were pointy big thrusting breasts that appeared to be pointing directly at him.
Brian swallowed, and for some reason his throat felt dry as a bone. As a practicing Don Juan, he was always on the look-out for new conquests, and this lively young doll really took his imagine.
All at once he became aware of something else about her, something which he had failed to notice before. She had a pair of binoculars slung on a strap around her neck. He laughed aloud.
The whole damn world was doing it. But why was a lush young babe like this peeping into other people's windows when she could generate so much more excitement by just lifting her eyebrow at some sex-hungry male?
like Brian Spence, for instance.
He was staring at her breathlessly, marveling at the fullness of her upright breasts, when an idea suddenly struck him. He wheeled around and dashed through the apartment to his bedroom, hoping that she would not turn away from the window until he returned.
For half a minute he searched frantically, then he pulled open a drawer of his dresser. Ripping open a laundered shirt, he took the square of cardboard and dropped the rest. Then he grabbed up a lipstick which had been left by one of his girlfriends.
When he returned to the camera and glanced into the viewfinder, he saw that she was still there. Now, if he could only get her attention . .
Leaning out the window, he commenced waving his handkerchief like a white flag. He could see her standing there, but without looking through the telescope lens, he could not tell if she had noticed him.
Finally he took a chance. He looked through the scope. She had the binoculars up to her eyes, facing in his direction. He waved once more, and she lifted her hand to wave back.
Success!
Quickly he scribbled on the piece of cardboard, a message in lipstick: GRADY'S BAR. 10 MINUTES.
He held it up while she read. Then she waved her arm in agreement and backed away from the window. Brian ran to the bedroom and selected a tie from the rack. He knotted it quickly, slipped into a sport coat, and ran out the door.
It was less than five minutes from the time he had transmitted the message to the pretty little brunette, when he arrived at Grady's Bar which was just around the corner. She was not there yet, of course, but he was certain that she would arrive any moment.
He sat down at the front of the bar and ordered a bourbon and soda. While he sipped, he kept his eyes glued on the front door. It opened, and a couple came in, leaning against each other so they wouldn't fall flat on their faces. Two minutes later the door pushed open again.
Brian saw the bright green blouse and the sleek black pedal-pushers which clung to her hips like a second skin. Then he saw her sweet, seductive smile as she recognized him sitting there.
He walked over to her at once.
"So glad you could make it-" he said squeezing her arm.
"Thanks for the invitation-"
Her black eyes were teasing and full of hidden fires. He inhaled the fragrance of her perfume, which left him slightly dizzy.
"I guess we'd better introduce ourselves," he said, slipping his arm around her waist. "I'm
Brian."
"I'm Candy," she replied, shoving her hip against his thigh and twisting seductively.
"Would you like a drink or shall we dispense with all that?" he said with his face pressed against the soft dark crown of her hair.
"I can think of better things to do-"
"Then shall we go ... your place or mine?"
"Let's go to mine," she murmured sweetly. "It's closer."
Brian suppressed the laughter which bubbled up in his throat. She was as willing as any girl could be. And he could feel her curvaceous body enough to know that she was also able.
She leaned against him going out the door, and he felt the taunting pressure of her hip against his thigh. She did it on purpose, just to let him know that she was happy about the way things were turning out.
Brian let her lead the way, and soon they were riding up on the elevator. When they walked through the door, he heard a female voice humming in another room.
"Does somebody live here with you?" he asked.
"My roommate-" she replied nonchalantly.
That sounded even more intriguing. He had only seen Candy through the telescope, but if her roommate was half as willing, this could turn into the wildest kind of party.
Candy turned and slid up to him, flinging her arms around his neck. He felt the warm pressure of her tummy, the squirming of her thighs. Her mouth opened, admitting his tongue, actually drawing it in with a greedy suction.
She whimpered and rolled her hips as he stroked the inside of her warm mouth. When they finally broke off the kiss she gazed at him with fire in her dark glowing eyes.
"Come on-" she murmured. "Let's run Pamela out of the bedroom."
When they walked through the bedroom door, Brian heard the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. Candy shrugged and smiled with her bright crimson lips.
"She's taking a bath." Her fingers stroked his cheek. "We'll go to bed and make love-"
She said it in a throaty voice that was full of meaning. Her dark Latin eyes teased him as she unbuttoned the front of the green blouse and shoved it back from her shoulders. Brian gasped at the sight of the strange bra which she wore underneath. It had two holes in the cups which let the hard little nipples push through.
He dispensed with his coat and started unbuttoning his shirt. Then the temptation was too much for him and he had to take hold of those tempting breasts. His fingers pinched the nipples, rolling them gently.
Candy shoved her body up tight to his and kissed his face. He felt the flutter of her lashes on his cheek. She covered his ear with her lips and breathed, sending an electric shock along his nervous system.
"I'm glad you waved to me, honey," she whispered. "Did I look good to you standing there?"
"You looked terrific."
"I am terrific, honey you'll see."
Her voice was husky with emotion. Her body ground against him, shuddering with spasms of excitement. Her thighs were active, flowing against him. She shoved the hard little tips of her breasts, rubbing them against his bare chest. He reached down and tightened his hands around the taut swells of her buttocks.
They kissed for another minute, teasing each other beyond endurance, and then without a word they hurriedly finished undressing. Brian lifted her seductive little body in his arms and carried her to the bed.
Candy fluttered her fingers across his face in a tender expression of love, then she turned her hands into claws and raked them across his chest.
The sudden pain startled him. He felt the violent pounding of his heart behind his rib cage. She was skillful in rousing his hunger, first with soft kisses, then with cat-like ferocity.
She was making a game of it the kind of game he enjoyed. She ran skilled fingers down his chest, across his belly to his thighs. Her fingers clamped tightly, and as she clung to him she kissed him with her hot, passionate mouth.
Reaching up, he caught hold of her breasts. The nipples were hard against his palms, and there was an inner throbbing of pulse beneath the soft smooth skin. He moved one hand down the front of her body and closed it over the tingling warmth.
"Honey-" she whispered.
Her eyes were closed. Her teeth bit into the lower rim of her lip so fiercely that he expected to see blood.
As he lowered himself, she moved up convulsively to meet him. Her arms drew tight around his neck, her legs scissored his waist. The warmth of her volatile thighs surrounded him, clinging tempestuously.
They began to rock wildly upon the bed, their bodies linked together. Reaching down, he clasped her rolling bottom and drew her tighter against him.
Their mouths came together in a passionate kiss. He thrust through the softness of her lips, touching her tongue with his.
His fingers tore deeper into the soft globed flesh of her rump, causing her to respond with increased fury. She became wild as their bodies writhed lustfully.
With a sudden shrieking cry she went spinning through the convulsions of release. Wailing and moaning and sobbing, she clawed at his back with the sharp points of her nails. Her legs clamped tight, fastening her body to his while she writhed and twisted deliriously.
She took him with her through peak after peak, higher and higher. His body went rigid as a jolt of lightning shot along his spine, sending out blue sparks. Then slowly the tremors subsided, and he collapsed with a spent sigh, falling upon the softness of her still squirming body.
For minutes afterward they lay on the bed in silence, their flesh damp with sweat. Brian was only vaguely conscious of the passage of time, for she had sapped him more than any sweet-hipped wench he had ever known. He realized that day had turned to night outside the window, and that a light was burning somewhere in the apartment.
Gradually strength returned, and with it came a renewal of the animal hunger which had swept him away a short time ago. He felt the presence of Candy beside him in the bed. As a natural reflex, his hand moved to her body.
His excitement began to grow as she rotated her hips slowly. His eyes were closed when he felt the sudden tilting of the bed from additional weight.
He looked up to see a big, buxom girl with teased blonde hair leaning over him. A gasp of surprise formed on his lips. Then he realized that this must be Pamela, Candy's roommate. And Pamela had decided to join the party.
There was a moment of near panic when Brian wondered what the hell he had gotten himself into. But he quickly made up his mind that he would hold up his end, or die trying.
The blonde girl, whose name was Pamela, fell upon him without warning, pressing her seductive young body against him. Her skin was still warm and moist from the bath. She smelled nice from the perfume she had just applied.
Then Candy decided to join in the fun.
Both girls rolled on top of him, pinning him down with the combined weight of their bodies. They giggled and laughed playfully.
Pamela leaned upon his legs, twisting her plump little bottom with growing excitement. Candy sat straddling his chest in such a way that he felt the warm pressure of her scissoring thighs.
Candy's long black tresses lay in tangled profusion about her oval face. Her dark eyes were fiery with sensual animation. Her dusky skin glistened with many small beads of perspiration.
Brian stared in fascination at the shimmering twin domes of female flesh which swayed within inches of his face. The aureoles were a darker brown than her flesh. The nipples, which he had teased to hardness with his eager lips, stood up like small hard peaks.
He was entranced by the vision of female loveliness and temptation, but her pressing knees were numbing his arms. He tried to reach up and shift her weight.
Candy giggled and inched forward, scooting her naked bottom along his chest. She was so very close to him that he breathed in the musky smell of her seething body. It went to his head, making him dizzy with lust.
With a teasing laugh, she began to coil her haunches, moving slowly closer. And then he felt the heat of her body against his cheeks. She tilted her hips, offering herself to him brazenly.
At the same instant he felt wild new sensations on the lower part of his body.
These two dames were a pair of sex maniacs! They didn't intend to let him up until they had reduced him to a mass of quivering pulp.
Pamela had shifted her weight on his legs, and her hand was stroking his belly.
And then he was aware of something even more thrilling an enclosing warmth, a surrounding moistness. He coud not see what was happening to him because Candy was perched on his chest. But he knew that what he felt was the brazen touch of soft clinging lips.
He closed his eyes and began to caress Candy, feeling the clinging warmth with his lips.
She uttered a pained cry and caught his head in her hands, pressing his face deeper.
Brian was shivering with sensual emotion, wild with the desire to give Candy the most exquisite delirium that was possible. He was hypnotized by the rhythmical thrusting of her excited body. He was caught up in the frenzy as he inflicted a delightful agony upon her. The bewitching roll and thrust of her thighs made his heart beat wildly.
He felt Pamela moving her body, farther down. She was lowering her haunches, straddling his midsection. The rolling caress of her thighs drove a muted wail from his lips.
His brain began to reel, for he was intoxicated by the wantonness of which was happening. He was making love to two lustful women at the same time.
He felt the shudders of delight coursing through Candy, and he heard the whimpering cries which Pamela kept uttering. He tensed his muscles, putting his while body into motion. Thrusting and lunging, he did his best to give satisfaction to both women at once.
And he knew that he was succeeding when he felt Candy grow rigid. Then she began to buck fiercely as explosive spasms rocketed through her thighs.
Almost at the same time, Pamela was caught up in the explosive chain reaction. She lunged at him with a series of rapid thrusts, grinding her hips, driving herself to the very edge of madness. Then with a sudden throbbing, pounding violence, he too went soaring into space. He tossed in frantic ecstasy while his whole body ignited in a sheet of flames.
It went on and on, until his nerve-ends were raw and jangled. And then the two girls rolled away from him, leaving him weak and lifeless on the bed, gasping for breath.
He closed his eyes and felt himself slowly drifting off to sleep. But suddenly he was aroused by the snuggling nearness of warm lush bodies on either side of him.
Tender lips smeared both his cheeks. He felt the worm-pressure of thighs, felt the clinging of hands. He was being sandwiched between two lusty young females. He had fallen into a tender trap from which there seemed to be no escape.
"Darling-" Candy murmured with her mouth pressing close to his ear. "You stay here tonight with us. We'll all three have loads of fun. That was only the beginning. You'll see-"
Brian raised his head weakly. There was no argument against a proposition like that. He nodded and let his head fall back upon the pillow. The surrounding flesh seemed to press in even closer, soothing his aching body with its softness and warmth.