Chapter 3
Arthur Wrigley twisted the glass in his hands and tapped it on the bar in impatient nervousness. He was deeply aggravated by the relationship involving his wife and family. Harriett Wrigley was so busy nowadays she had very little time for him. Her social commitments seemed to be taking up more and more of her time and it was frustrating to be left home alone so much with nothing to do but watch television. He didn't like to read, except Playboy, and he didn't like television. The programs were becoming so juvenile it was impossible to be entertained by them. Everything was for the kids, the movies, the programs, the commercials, everything aimed at the intelligence level of fifteen or under and an adult had little left to occupy his time. Arthur Wrigley wanted companionship, someone to talk to. Denise was out with her friends, Harriett was off on some committee endeavor and this was one night he didn't feel like being alone. It was getting easier every day to drift down to the bar.
He sipped his drink while letting his eyes rove the length of the bar. Beyond, were booths with narrow tables wide enough for two, sometimes four, people. Occasionally a party would occupy the booth while enjoying a cool drink and mutual conversation. Arthur Wrigley decided to accept the comfort and privacy of a booth.
The buzz of conversation of the well patronized bar had a soothing effect on his nerves and the drink began relaxing the built up tensions which bothered him. It filled him with a sense of being a part of something, of belonging somewhere, so he ordered another drink.
She walked slowly by him, the youngish slender girl with the honey colored hair and pleasing figure. She settled on a stool at the end of the bar, sitting so she faced in his general direction and he could see almost all of her well developed body. She deposited her bag at the bottom by the foot-rest and ordered something while working with a lighter to get a cigarette going.
Arthur Wrigley appraised her casually, noting the well formed legs and the flash of white thigh that could be seen from his vantage point. The contour of her body was youthful and vibrant and to Mr. Wrigley, the entire package looked very vivacious and inviting.
He knew he shouldn't be there but didn't care. Tonight he was doing all the things he wasn't supposed to do. Life was meant to be lived and he felt he owed it to himself to have a little teensy bit of fun and see what might come of it.
The girl at the bar was ordering another drink and fumbling in her purse. Arthur Wrigley waved his hand and climbed unsteadily to his feet to attract the bartender's attention. A waitress in tights and low cut costume came by to see what he wanted.
"Drinks for everyone," he said making a sweep of the bar with his hand. "Especially the little lady over there," and he pointed an unsteady finger in her direction. Then, peeling a bill from a clip, he patted it into the waitress' hand. "You set'um up baby," he said. "Give'um what they want."
The waitress tucked the bill into the bodice of her costume and nodded while Mr. Wrigley watched with attentive pleasure. "Tell the little girl hello for me," he added.
The waitress beamed and patted the spot above the buried twenty dollar bill. "I'll do more than that," she offered, and walked over to the honey haired blonde. She leaned over and said something, the young girl turned, looked in his direction and slid off the stool.
"Did you want to tell me something?" she asked approaching the table.
Arthur Wrigley was flustered and at a loss for words. Usually he was quite articulate but the cooperation of the waitress and the response of the girl in the green skirt took him by surprise and he didn't know quite what to say.
"I ... er ... yes," he said delighted and sagged back into his seat behind the table.
"Is this seat taken?" the girl inquired, making it easy for him. She sat down without waiting for a reply, scooting in across from him.
"No," he said grinning foolishly and settling back on the leather cushion. "Please be seated."
The waitress came back with two glasses. "The bartender made these with his best whiskey," she said setting a glass before him. "I'm sure you'll like it." She looked down at the honey haired blonde with a smile of understanding and winked. The blonde lifted her glass. "To us," she said, " ... and a long friendship," and she drank half of it in a long burbling swallow.
Mr. Wrigley drank to that.
It was a long time since Arthur Wrigley had enjoyed the company of any woman other than his wife. What he saw now pleased him very much. The honey colored hair framed a face, with green blue eyes that were seemingly childish and innocent. They were looking on Mr. Wrigley but the look was not one of childish intent but of a cold financial appraisal. Bunny Harris was calculating just how much this kind gentleman might be worth in the financial world and, best of all, just how much he could be worth to her.
"It was nice of you to buy me a drink," she said and her eyes were just moist enough to make them coyish. "I was sure this would be a very lonely evening."
Arthur Wrigley could only smile. He wasn't quite sure what to say and felt that if he waited long enough this beautiful creature might give him an inkling of what she liked to talk about.
"I haven't seen you here before," she said with just enough tone to let him know she was a woman of the world.
"First time," he said. He reached over, snubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and reached for a fresh one. "Have one?" he said, offering the pack.
The girl refused the offer. "I'd rather dance," she said. "Do you like to dance?"
Dance! His face took on a frightened look. He hadn't expected that. It was fifteen years since his last try at a dance floor. Why did people always insist on dancing? Weren't there other ways of having fun?
She must have read his fear and suspected the reason for it. "It's a beautiful evening," she said. "Would you rather just talk?"
"How about a ride?" he suggested.
She didn't answer right away and he was certain she would refuse. "Just a short one?" he pleaded. "We can get a bottle of our own and go somewhere with it."
Her eyes brightened. "I'd like that," she said and drained what was left in her glass.
He led her from the booth, through the room to the outside where his car was parked. The girl walked along beside him, her arm crooked through his, the heels of her shoes making a tap tap sound on the hard surface. She wore no wrap and swung the large purse at her side as she walked. Overhead, a clear sky was pale about pinpoints of brightness and a bold moon stared down on a city waking up to fun and activity.
He chose a full quart of bourbon at the corner liquor store, then followed her directions to the tiny apartment on a nearby street. When she opened the door, he strode in reluctantly and half afraid. She took the bottle and mix and directed him to a seat on a sofa where he could look out of a window overlooking the street and still see what she was doing in the makeshift kitchen.
He sat and smoked while she made the drinks and brought them to him, then she withdrew to make herself ready for him. When she returned she was wearing only a thin robe, tied at the middle with a belt and hanging very loosely at the top so it gaped open giving him little intimate peeks at the body underneath.
"Ahhhhhhh," he muttered happily when he saw her, then sipped the drink with pleasure because he was thinking of what was going to happen and just the thought of it was enough to make him feel absolutely wonderful.
For twenty years he had known no woman other than his wife, had seen no woman other than his wife. Now he was looking upon the satin smoothness of youth and the contours and firm roundness of the body before him filled him with elation.
The alcohol he had absorbed filled his blood, bringing a growing desire which could be satisfied only by a complete union. He undressed where he stood, tossing his clothing aside and caring not for the sudden discard of modesty. He wanted to be free of everything that hampered his life and stood for the repression of what he wanted to do. He stood before her completely naked, the immensity of him prominently poised. Bunny Harris looked and cringed mentally but outwardly was calm and confident. She discarded the robe, pausing for a moment so he could look and then sank back onto the bed and waiting for him to come to her. Her eyes continued to search his body, then she looked up into his face and smiled.
He sank down upon her, feeling her warm flesh against his own, the pointed nipples of her breasts on his chest and he thrilled to the touch. Then, he crouched above her, slowing feeling his way and mating with her. The warmth of her about him was tantilizing and he realized now all the fun, all the thrills, all the pleasures of variety he had been missing for so many years and decided that he would make up for it.
He pulled the young girl roughly to him, pinching her breasts between his fingers, letting his hand slide down her flat belly to her cunt. He rubbed the opening vigorously letting his finger wander into the opening tweaking it and finger-fucking it in intervals. He felt her fuck juice start to flow. This young girl was all he needed. His massive erection throbbed against her stomach. He picked her up and placed her on the bed. The sight of her young eyes staring up at him, staring at his erect cock, aroused him even further. He looked at her pert little mouth, and, holding his cock in front of him, he advanced so that his groin was over her wondering face. He pushed the shaft of the cock downward, so that the head of it touched her lips.
"Lick it, Baby," he said softly, but command ingly. "Lick my cock."
Her tongue flicked out hesitantly, and he pushed the shaft hard against it. He watched her as she licked the rim of his cock, watched her tongue circle the head, flick into the opening of his penis, and then move down the hard shaft.
He turned around, his ass over her face, and squatted so that his anus and scrotum were in front of her. She knew what he wanted, and she was so hungry for that large cock, she licked anything he put in front of her. She delighted him with the workings of her tongue. Though she had not done this before, she had heard of it, and knew what to do.
Almost expertly, but still somewhat shyly, her tongue darted from his ass hole to his balls, licking the taut skin between. As he lowered himself further, she began to nibble lightly on the flesh thrust before her.
Arthur felt his balls tightening with the need to explode, and he turned around to face the girl, pushing her back onto the bed, and then straddling her, his own mouth lowering to her cunt where he began to lick and suck hungrily, delighting in the musky juices his mouth encountered. He thrust his cock into the girl's throat, fucking her in the mouth, forcing the shaft deep into her throat.
He found her clitoris, erect and nubile, and he began to tongue it expertly, feeling, for the first time, free in this act of sex.
It was the most delightful sensation Bunny had ever known, and she thrust her cunt into his mouth, all the time sucking roughly on his erection, wanting to feel him shoot her full of his manly fuck, wanting to know the taste of his hot come, hungry for his prick.
They climaxed together, his fuck blasting into her throat, almost gagging her, her own juices being sucked up eagerly by the man.
He pulled her hips to him, bury his face in her cunt, moaning, almost crying with the relief, hungry for the sweet smell of her, the hot, sweet smell of her young body. He turned over, pulling her with him, and spreading her ass, looking at the tight little hole.
He knew what he would fuck next.