"Yes, of course," Conchi stammered. "I-I didn't believe you would come until evening."
"You're one of my best tenants, Miss Thorne. You get the best service. If you have trouble I want to know about it. I'll fix it, personally."
Conchi felt her face flush. "Come in, Mr. Kazarra."
Frank stepped into the foyer and Conchi closed the door.
"You said it was the dishwasher?" he asked.
"Yes," Conchi said, embarrassingly aware of both her flush-filled face and her lack of clothing. "I start it and it stops."
"Let me take a look at it," Frank said. His eyes were fresh in the way they looked at her. "The circuit breaker must be tripping the starter; if so I'll need an electrician."
"You know where the kitchen is," Conchi said, not wanting the Italian person walking behind her, viewing her roundness with his fresh stare.
Frank started for the kitchen and Conchi followed. He stopped by the cocktail table where one of her nude photos was propped against the brandy bottle. He reached for it and held it so he could see the print and her at the same time.
"Doesn't do you justice, Miss Thorne," he said, and a huge grin softened the lines of his mouth.
"The dishwasher," Conchi said with a show of huffiness. She pulled her robe over her breasts and led the way to the kitchen.
Frank followed, seemingly fascinated by the beauties called buttocks in polite society. They moved seductively under the negligee and Frank had a hard on by the time he entered the kitchen.
Once in the room Frank became all business, and it was hard to do with a wiggling ass to think about. He started the dishwasher and listened as the load hit the circuit breaker and stopped.
"The breaker is set too low," he explained. "The ampere rate has to be changed. I'll have to send up an electrician."
Frank paused and stared at the fine body in front of him. His eyes moved from the tit mounds to the sensual curves of classic hips. The robe was thin enough to enhance the beauties his eyes were seeing.
"How long will that take?" Conchi asked, embarrassed by the man's eye-caressing of her fine sexual features.
"As soon as possible; I'll hurry him along so you can use your washer tonight."
"That will be fine," Conchi said, edging toward the door to the living room.
Frank followed, feasting his eyes on Conchi's charms. She was all woman and he'd sure like the chance to fuck her. "You know, Miss Thorne," he said, "you are all woman."
Conchi stopped and turned to face him. "I'm sorry you had to see me this way. I was about to dress when you rang."
"Think nothing of it, Miss Thorne," Frank said. "You are a fine tenant and I hope you plan to stay."
"Stay?" Conchi said.
"You've forgotten the new leases-they'll be ready next week."
"You are right, Mr. Kazarra-I did forget." Conchi hugged her negligee closer to her body. She could as well have taken it off for all it concealed. "I certainly plan to sign a new lease, Mr. Kazarra."
Frank smiled. "Good. I wouldn't want to lose my best tenant, would I?"
"I am?" Conchi said.
"If all my tenants were as agreeable as you- and as lovely-I'd be a very happy landlord."
"Why thank you, Mr. Kazarra. How nice of you to say that."
"It's true," Frank said, his cock making a bulge in the leg of his slacks. He hurried past Conchi, who followed him to the door. He opened the hall door, paused long enough to say. "I'll have the electrician here as soon as possible."
"Not until four, Mr. Kazarra," Conchi said. "I have a class this afternoon."
Frank took a last look at the charmer who was keeping his cock erect. "I'll tell him-four o'clock." And Frank was gone.
Conchi now felt more embarrassed than when Frank Kazarra had been in the apartment. What can he ever think of me? she thought. She returned from the foyer and hastily put the brazen photo away.
Conchi hurried to the bedroom and discarded robe and panties. She went into the bathroom to see her image in the full-length mirror. The glass reflected the rising thrusts of her breasts and she was surprised to see that each nipple was erect. She felt them, for she was impressed. Her nipples seldom became hard.
What has he done to me? she asked herself, for never had her nipples hardened under Keith's gaze.
Conchi continued to watch her reflection in the mirror. Her face was still flushed with embarrassment. Why the excitement? she questioned her reflection. Why can I posture so indecently in front of Keith and become nervous when Mr. Kazarra sees me in a negligee?
Was it because Keith is a boy and Frank is a man? Were his lecherous looks the cause of her excitement? Why, after all these years, should Frank Kazarra make her feel differently?
She nodded to her reflection. "I am excited!" she cried out. "Oh, no, not now!"
She tried to push all thoughts from her mind as she dressed for her appearance before her class at the University. But Frank stayed in her mind, and there, behind her desk in the classroom, a miracle happened. She could feel the crotch piece of her flesh panties become wet with-it must be sweat, she said to herself.
Chapter 15
Keith Broys was so disappointed when he left his aunt's apartment he ran down the six flights of stairs to the lobby, where he entered a coffee shop.
He ordered coffee and a roll as he sat by the counter. He was feeling extremely frustrated because of Conchi's refusal to let him fuck her. He needed to be a man, to mount a naked female and drive his passionate cock into her love box.
He sipped the hot coffee and bit into the buttered roll. He needed to change his status from that of a virgin to that of a fucker. Of course he had come close with Bettina. But sucking a girl's cunt is not penetration. He wanted to fuck, fuck, fuck.
He finished the roll and swallowed some coffee, before he became aware of the attractive black girl sitting alone in a booth. When he looked straight at her he was surprised to see her smile and beckon to him.
"You're Keith Broys, aren't you?" she asked as he sat down and placed his cup of coffee on the table.
"That's right," Keith said.
"You're also Conchi Thorne's nephew?"
"Yes, I am," Keith said, liking the girl.
They both sipped at their coffee and Keith asked, "How did you know that?"
"Easy," the girl said. She sipped more coffee before saying, "You should know me, Keith. I'm Phyllis Reger. I run the boutique across the lobby."
"Of course," Keith said. "I didn't recognize you."
"You've been in my store several times-your aunt too."
Keith nodded. Seeing her now, across the table, made Keith nervous. His shyness was coming up despite the fact that he wanted to be friendly with Phyllis Reger. She was nice.
"Relax," Phyllis said. "I won't eat you."
She laughed and her laughter made Keith feel better. He tried to be nonchalant as he looked at the mounds that pushed against her white sweater. It had a V-neck that revealed a deep cleavage. The valley promised all kinds of pleasures.
"My," Phyllis said, "that could be taken two ways."
Her breasts had made Keith dense. "What?" he said.
"I said, I won't eat you."
Keith smiled as he caught the idea. "I wouldn't mind if you did."
Phyllis swallowed some coffee, almost emptying the cup. "Something is worrying you, Keith."
"I'm not worried," Keith said.
"I can tell. It's a woman, isn't it?"
Keith looked into his coffee cup. "Maybe."
Phyllis drank the rest of her coffee and stood up. "If I can help you, Keith, ask me, I like you."
Keith watched the swing of her buttocks as she went to the cashier's desk. When she went out Keith sighed. Boy, he thought, if I had the nerve I'd ask her to fuck me. He saw her legs in a quick mind picture. For a black girl she sure had nice legs. Her flesh had seemed soft, a velvet softness. Keith stood up and walked to the cashier. He thought, her cunt must be a beauty too.