Over lunch they chatted about inconsequential things. When they both fell silent at the same time, it was a warm, companionable silence, with neither feeling any need of conversation. Someone had once told Sylvia that when lovers are silent and not speaking, their bodies are talking to each other. While it had seemed nonsense at the time, she could almost believe it now. She was all too aware of his body next to her. She imagined she could feel the heat of his thighs radiating against her own. And although she fought against the remembrances, she found herself recalling her reactions to him when he had been taking the photographs. It had taken her hours of soul searching that night before admitting that she had, for the very first time in her life, truly enjoyed sex. She didn’t know if it was the result of some mental quirk on her part… of having “paid” for a sex servant who did her bidding… or whether the man’s body and her body were that compatible. One way or the other, she thought, I’ll find out for sure before this thing is over.
Sylvia was forced to concentrate on his report about the Santa Barbara group. Twice she found herself watching his lips move not hearing his words… remembering how his lips had felt against her body. With considerable dismay, she realized there was a hot dampness between her legs, and she flushed as she knew it came from her arousal.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t hear that, would you mind repeating.”
Shelton nodded and glanced down at his notes again. “I said you might think the group best suited to your purposes in Santa Barbara is one led by a couple named Liz and Ed Hunt. They own a yacht called the “Jolly Rogue”, and it would appear that some of the parties are held aboard the boat. They have a three-day party coming up over the long weekend next month, and they’re presently seeking two new couples.”
“How did you find all this out?” Shelton smiled. “Electronics.” “Can you think of any way of… of meeting them socially?”
The detective thought a minute, then pursed his lips and answered, “We could wait until the Hunts are on board some evening, take a water taxi out, get on board and dismiss the taxi, then claim that we’ve accidentally gotten on the wrong boat.”
Sylvia thought about it. The plan should work, would definitely work, if the Hunts had any social graces at all. The couple would invite them to have a drink while another taxi was en route. Then… well, they’d have to play it by ear from there. Finally she nodded. “All right. When shall we do it?”
Shelton shrugged. “We should infiltrate as soon as possible, if we’re going to be included in the three-day party.”
“This weekend?”
Shelton blinked; he actually seemed uncertain himself “We’ll have to register someplace as “Mr. and Mrs.,” in case the Hunts run a check on us.”
A sudden shock of alarm surged through Sylvia’s body. She scolded herself silently, “Silly, what else did you expect?” Then she recognized, with more surprise than ever, that she was actually looking forward to it. She wanted to be in bed with him; she wanted to spend an entire night with him. She wanted him to… to… and she framed the words in her mind, “Fuck me half to death!”
“All right,” she said, hoping that none of the throbbing excitement was showing on her face.
Shelton paused, staring at her thoughtfully. “You know, of course, what’s involved? The Hunts will probably want to swap that first evening; you’ll have to… to… cooperate.”
“You mean I will have to let him make love to me.”
“Yes.”
“And presumably you and Mrs. Hunt will be alongside us in the bed or on the floor… doing the same thing?”
“Yes.”
The thought of the lewd spectacle they would present sent a shiver of forbidden excitement up her spine. To actually watch Shelton’s monstrous penis pile-driving into another woman’s naked vagina! “My God,” she said to herself in sudden dismay, “what’s happening to me that I would want to witness a perverted thing like that.” Part of her dismay came with the knowledge that she was not only eager to watch it, but eager to participate in it.
Her hands were trembling noticeably when she finally nodded again. “This weekend. I’ll meet you in Santa Barbara on Friday afternoon’. Will you take care of the accommodations?”
Shelton relaxed then and grinned. “It’s already taken care of We’re staying at the Ambassador. A king-sized bed… just in case the Hunt’s try to check on us or want to come up for a drink.”
“Of course,” Sylvia said, refusing to look at him. And suddenly very suddenly she knew that even though it was only three days away, it was going to take forever for Friday to arrive. She wanted Shelton to come back to the house with her now; she wanted him to undress her… to peel her panties slowly and tantalizingly down over her buttocks, around her knees to unfasten her bra… to kneel… She swallowed. Realizing the wickedness of her thoughts, she told herself that she was glad the detective had to get back to court that afternoon.
But then, when Sylvia analyzed her thoughts, she knew she wasn’t “glad” at all.
She was disappointed!
It was a disappointment that gradually turned to a smoldering excitement that continued to grow during the next three days… growing in strength and heat until her entire body was aflame with a passionate impatience when she stepped off the elevator at the Ambassador Friday afternoon and followed the bellboy with her bags to her “husband’s” suite.”
CHAPTER FOUR
For a split second as she entered the suite, Sylvia felt a deep sense of disappointment because Shelton wasn’t there to greet her. Then she heard him singing off-key in the shower. The edges of her mouth turned up in a small impish smile of delight, and the first zephyrs of anticipation were already blowing through her belly when she tipped the admiring bellboy five dollars.
God, she thought, I’m acting like nothing but a bitch in heat. She wanted Shelton, she wanted him now, right now! There was a vast loneliness aching down there between her legs. There really was only one question to be answered: should she play hard to get and act coy, or take the initiative?
She strode across the room and gazed out the window toward the harbor where half a hundred boats rode at anchor. They bobbed gently up and down; the motion was a completely sexual one, and the masts looked like thin eager penises jamming the womb of the sky.
And now her hands had begun to shake and her knees felt rubbery; the moment for action or non-action had arrived. She could still turn back. Her face dimpled in sudden decision, and then she was almost frantically removing shoes, yanking down panty hose, stepping out of her expensive, blue Italian knit skirt, and taking off blouse and bra. She wanted to be naked before he finished his shower.
She stood in the center of the room, waiting for him. Her breasts had darkened, and her nipples had grown erect by themselves. She groaned as she ran a hand feverishly down over her pubic hair; the current shot through her. She flaunted her pelvis a couple of times and whimpered deep in her throat… like a bitch in heat, she thought again.
When Shelton still did not put in an appearance, Sylvia bit her lower lip indecisively and then tiptoed rapidly toward the bathroom. She opened the door. The steam hit her with a warm moistness. Through the fog, she could see his muscular body outlined in the glass door of the large shower stall. He continued to sing.