She could feel the wetness between her legs, suddenly her middle finger slipped into her pussy.
Still not wanting to rush things, but reacting nevertheless to the urging of her body, Mavis began to rotate her finger, plunging it in and out of her cunt with growing fervor.
"Mmmmmmmm…" she groaned, rotating her hips now, her finger sought to satisfy her lust.
When he had called the Institute on Thursday night from his hotel room, Jim had been unable to get through to anyone other than a clerk who insisted on telling him that there were no openings for the upcoming weekend. When he had asked to speak to the supervisor, the clerk had replied rather huffily that Dr. Feschild would not be arriving until the next afternoon.
At that point Jim had almost given up on the whole idea, but by noon on Friday he had decided to give it one last try. After all, he reasoned, he had nothing to lose by making the two-hour drive up the coast to the Institute.
The drive was a pleasant and fast one.
The chalet looked pleasant and cheerful; a delightful place to spend a weekend.
Inside, he found himself confronted by the same clerk whom he had spoken to the previous night on the telephone. After overcoming a certain predictable amount of resistance, he managed to get the information he was interested in.
Dr. Feschild was upstairs, in the third room on the right. Saying a polite goodbye to the clerk with a ten-dollar bill, Jim made his way up the stairs.
On the second floor he found himself in a well-lighted corridor with soft carpeting that effectively muffled the mound of his footsteps.
He had no idea what Dr. Feschild would be like, but he had more or less braced himself for a grizzled old fart who would speak with a heavy German accent. He reached the door to the third room on the right. He stopped cold. The door was ajar, and he caught sight of something in the room beyond which caused him to freeze and look more closely.
He could see a woman.
She was sitting on a sill before a large picture window that overlooked the ocean. Her eyes were facing out on the scene through the glum.
She was completely naked.
And she was masturbating.
Jim could feel his cock getting hard immediately. At first he waited, expecting Dr. Feschild to appear in the room with the woman, but after a few moments he came to realize that the woman was alone.
So she was Dr. Feschild. Not bad, he admitted to himself. In fact, better than not bad. She was excellent.
As he watched her finger plunge in and out of her cunt with growing force, glistening in the sunlight each time it reappeared from the depths of her pussy, he found that his cock was growing steadily toward a massive hard-on.
Damn! How should he handle this? One thing was certain; he had to act fast. At the rate she was going, she would climax within a minute or two, which would leave him not only out in the hall, but out in the cold as well.
Quickly Jim looked up and down the hall. He was definitely alone, he decided. No one else anywhere on the floor.
Except, of course, the lady in the bedroom.
After hesitating for just a split second, he came to a decision. What did he have to lose? He knew she would be hard put to resist his cock once she saw it. Any woman would be.
And he intended to make certain that she saw it.
It took him fifteen seconds to undress completely, piling his clothes in a small bundle next to the door. His cock was half erect, dangling free like a huge piece of meat.
She was practically lying down now, with her legs spread wide and her finger plunging in and out of her pussy. Her tits were heaving up and don, and her eyes were closed.
Quietly he entered the room.
Mavis was oblivious to his entrance. In fact, she was absolutely oblivious to everything except the pulsing, throbbing presence within her pussy.
She could feel it growing stronger within her, and she knew that within another minute or so she would be rewarded by the wrenching spasm of orgasm that she was now working so hard to achieve.
Then suddenly she became aware of another presence within the room. She opened her eyes.
What she saw would have made another woman gasp, or scream, or perhaps even faint.
Mavis Feschild did none of these things.
There was a man standing across the room from her. The man was as naked as she was and, evidently, he was a sexually aroused as she was.
"Do yow always make an entrance like that?" she asked quietly, her eyes taking in the sight of his huge prick standing out in front of his body like a telephone pole.
"Do you always leave the door open when you masturbate?" he replied, smiling slightly. He was impressed with her spirit. She hadn't even bothered to take her finger out of her cunt, and even now she was still moving it tantalizingly inside her box.
Jim responded to this last bit of observation by taking his cock in his hand and pulling on the foreskin, milking his meat while the woman looked on.
He started to speak but the woman, after watching his cock for another instant, put a finger to her lips and cautioned him to silence.
He complied.
Then, without another word, she turned and faced the window, never taking her finger from her cunt, and dropping to her knees on the floor. For a moment Jim was perplexed, but as she made herself comfortable facing out the window, her delicious white ass waving in front of him, he understood what was happening.
He began to walk forward.
As soon as she turned away from the man, Mavis looked out the window to the surf far below. She wondered how long it would take the man to recognize the invitation she was extending to him; not long, she'd wager.
And she was right.
After no more than a few seconds she could hear him moving toward her. In her mind she could picture him coming in her direction, his massive prick stretching out before him like a lance.
She hoped he would spear her with it.
But he didn't. At least not right away.
Instead, he dropped to his knees and, taking her soft ass-cheeks firmly, he spread them apart and began to kiss her.
"Mmmmmmmmm…" she moaned when his hot tongue snaked out and began to dance around her asshole, running lightly up and down the pathway from her sphincter to her cunt, where her finger was still busily exploring.
After a few moments he began to concentrate primarily on her cunt, licking and tonguing around the perimeter of her honey-filled chamber. After a few seconds of this, she withdrew her sticky finger and plunged it deep into his mouth.
"Suck it… suck my honey…" she whispered, still facing the window, but concentrating totally on the sensations he was giving to her.
She loved it.
Jim luxuriated for a moment in the taste of her love juice, but soon he turned his attention to what really excited him.
Her cunt.
The lips were wet and dripping already, parted to reveal the rich, moist pinkness within. Using two fingers to spread them even wider, he curled his tongue and plunged it into the simmering vat in front of him.
"Ohhhhhhh… yesssss… yesssss…" she groaned, squirming with delight.
He was good.
In and out his tongue flew, driving deep into her steamy pussy, feeling the ridges of flesh deep inside her, then flicking lightly across her clit.
"Now…" she whispered when she could stand it no longer. "Your cock… I want to feel your cock inside my cunt… my cunt… now…"
He didn't respond immediately, wanting to make her appreciate the moment when he did impale, but after another ten seconds of tonguing her magnificent, quivering pussy, he knew that he could wait no longer.
Taking his prick in his hand, he placed the head at the entrance to her pussy. For a moment he a looked at it; there seemed to be no way that his massive meat could possibly fit into her delicate cunt.
But he knew it would. And she would love it. He pushed forward.