The “business at hand” had left him breathless and drained, and longing for more strength and stamina, anything to keep up with Lila. She was a woman of thirty but she had the body of a girl. In her tight-fitting bodice and corsets she looked slim, almost boyish. But when she took off the restraints, her hips bloomed and her breasts blossomed in a way that left Longarm short of breath before the actual “business at hand” ever got started. But even with her ample breasts and the wonderful flare and curve of her buttocks and hips, she was still as smooth and firm as a satin doll. She worked as a chorus dancer at one of the theaters in Denver that furnished popular entertainment, but, before that, she had been an acrobat in a flying trapeze act in the circus. The main performer in that act, the “catcher,” had been her husband. She had left both him and the act when the drink he’d taken to had taken him over. She’d said to Longarm, “Marshal, I can tell you that a drunken acrobat is not a laughing matter. No, sir. Not fifty feet in the air. I never cared for the stuff myself and I can see where it might not cause much harm to, say, a banker or a cowboy or a storekeeper, but I do not believe it has any place in a trapeze act and I told my ex-husband that very thing. It was a wonder that none of us were killed.”
Part of Longarm’s irritation at being sent off on assignment, with or without Austin Davis, was that his affair with Mrs. Spinner had only been in progress for about a week and he was far from satisfied. To suddenly be told that he had to leave at once had left him with an almost physical ache. He reckoned that Austin Davis was going to feel a little of that dissatisfaction.
But Mrs. Spinner had given him a very memorable sendoff the night before. He had never, he was sure, been involved with a woman who was more inventive, or willing to be inventive and certainly none more supple. They had begun last night by facing each other, both naked. He had taken her around the waist, lifted her straight up, and then lowered her on his erect member. She had wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist and they had walked all over his room at the boarding house while she writhed and gyrated and pumped against him. Because she knew how to distribute her weight, she had felt light as a feather and he’d had no trouble carrying her even with her wild movements. She had climaxed very quickly, as she often did, clawing his neck and kissing him with deep, sucking kisses. He had held off until he’d felt her rising again, and then they both went off almost simultaneously. He had been near the bed and he fell on it with her as his own explosion began. It had given him the strange sensation of floating for a long time in midair while thunder and lightning and fireworks exploded all around him. He had not been aware of hitting the bed until some moments later when she moved in his arms, freeing herself so she could move down his body and bring him back to arousal.
The amazing thing about Lila Spinner, he thought, was how she could look so hard and smooth and then, when he took her in his arms, she just seemed to melt into him and around him. She could go from a marble statue with beautifully formed breasts with upturned tips, flat belly above a wheat-colored thatch of hair that protected the warm, pink, soft flesh within, softly rounded hips, straight legs, and small feet, into a flashing body of flesh, which was like warm dough in the way it could envelop him and suck him into her.
He sat on the train seat in the back of the car, thinking about last night and about Lila Spinner. She was so formal, so serious out of bed. So dignified. But once the shades were drawn there were no holds barred. The memory made him shake his head. He did not believe he had ever been in more intimate positions, not just with any other woman, but maybe with the sum of half of the women he had been with. And all that in just a week.
And she was insatiable. She could reach climax in a matter of a very few moments and then continue to reach the top of the mountain for as long as he could last. It shamed Longarm how early he often had to quit. He resolved that he was going to cut back on his drinking and smoking and get in better shape so as to be more worthy of a woman like Lila Spinner. He also resolved that this border matter was going to get settled a hell of a lot quicker than anyone reckoned, and that included Austin Davis. He was not going to be separated from this incredible woman any longer than need be. He knew she loved and missed the circus and the job of being an acrobat. His greatest fear was that a circus might come through Denver and she’d join up with a troupe before he could talk her out of it.
As the train rumbled down the grade from Colorado and crossed into Oklahoma, Longarm let his mind wander over the infinite variety of Mrs. Spinner’s pleasures. On their third or fourth assignation she had invited him to come up to her room after dinner to take “tea.” He had been quite surprised, since he’d expected something else, to discover her fully dressed in a severe frock that buttoned to the neck, and an actual tea service laid out on a small table. For the first fifteen minutes he’d been off balance and not quite certain what to do. Finally he had moved his chair around next to her and made a small advance. It had been immediately repulsed. She had even said, “Why, Marshal, what kind of girl do you think I am?”
Since he’d had ample proof on their previous engagements of just what sort of girl she was, he’d been confused and unsure what to do. But she had turned coy and flirty and, encouraged, he made another sally in the direction of her breasts. Once again he was rebuffed, only this time with much batting of her eyelashes and coy looks and little slaps on the back of his hand. It had finally dawned on him what the game was. He assaulted her then with vigor and determination. She’d resisted sometimes to the point where he thought he might be following the wrong trail, but he had kept on. The frock, though intended to cover all, buttoned all the way down from neck to hem. Button by button he had slowly won his ground, fighting for every inch of it over her breathless protests and feeble cries and faint attempts to push his hands away. After the dress it had been a succession of petticoats and then a chemise and finally an underbodice and bloomers. When he finally got her stripped down naked and felt and tasted her, he knew she was as ready as any woman he’d ever had. She’d lolled back in her chair, arms outflung, and said, “Then take me if you must, you cad.”
He had picked her up, carried her to the bed, and laid her down gently. She lay on her back, legs spread wide, gently massaging herself through the silken wheat-colored hair with one long, slender finger. She was making soft little outcries as he frantically tried to tear off his clothes so he could join her before it was too late. She was starting to heave her hips up when he finally covered her and entered the soft, warm vagina. She had climaxed the instant he’d taken himself fully into her, and his excitement had been such that he had followed only a few seconds later.
Longarm suddenly became aware of a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead. It was June, and warm in the passenger car, but not warm enough to sweat. The heat was being generated from within and he reckoned it would be a good thing for his health, as well as his general appearance, if he put Lila Spinner’s infinite variety of pleasures out of his mind for the time being. His assignment could last a week; it could last a month. He certainly didn’t want to be tormenting himself with a slice of pie he couldn’t have because it was out of reach. Better to think of the job ahead and think of Mrs. Spinner at such time as he might be able to take her in hand.
It was early afternoon. On the floor next to Longarm’s feet was a sack of biscuits stuffed with ham that his landlady had made up for him. There was also a bottle of his good Maryland whiskey sitting in the seat between him and the side of the coach. Having had nothing to eat since breakfast, and that had come at Six A.M., he dug into the sack of biscuits and began to eat the ham sandwiches one after another as he stared out the window at the countryside rolling by at forty miles an hour.