There was no action from the master and mistress of the house, who'd stayed too late at the party and had to have breakfast in bed. Poor old Foster was so hangover, he didn't even gawk at Lita's tits, and Carol just grumbled when Lita brought their trays. According to the cook, a sour-faced old black lady, the Barton’s would hobble out of the sack around late afternoon and start drinking again.
Miles the chauffeur pinched Lita's ass in the hallway, but that hardly aroused her. She glared at him, still not liking and trusting the powerful balding man.
"You keep your hands to yourself, pig," she hissed.
"Jesus," said Miles, "it was just a greeting. Just trying to be friendly.”
"Well, greet me some other way," said Lita.
No, it wasn't Miles she wanted to introduce her to sex, though he was obviously willing enough. She'd know when she found the right guy. She was dying to find out all about love-making, but not with just anybody. The man would have to turn her on a whole lot before she'd surrender her virginity to him.
In early afternoon Trish, the lithe brown daughter of Foster Barton, had a visitor, a young man named Willie. They changed into swim suits, and Trish told Lita to bring them drinks at poolside.
When Lita brought the tray of drinks, she couldn't help admiring Trish Barton's body. The girl was tall, graceful and slender, very tan and fit. Her pert apple-size tits nearly swelled out of her skimpy blue bikini top. She had thick lustrous brown hair that fell to her shoulders. It was no wonder that kid, Willie, was gawking hungrily at her.
To Lita, Willie looked like a pimp. He'd come dressed in modish Italian clothes, and now his swimsuit was nothing more than a loincloth. His black hair was thick and greasy-looking, and his little black mustache looked pasted on. He couldn't be more than twenty, but he tried to act old and bored and sophisticated. He was definitely not Lita's kind of guy, but Trish seemed to like him well enough.
"Thank you, my dear," he said when Lita served him a drink.
Trish said nothing, but her bright brown eyes told Lita to get lost. Obviously she wanted to be alone with Willie. That made Lita think there might be some action, so after pretending to return to the house, she hid behind some bushes near the patio. She was only about twenty feet from the pool and had an excellent view of Trish and her boyfriend.
"Your new maid is damned attractive," Willie was saying.
"A little dumpy, don't you think?" Trish said with a scowl.
Willie laughed. "If you mean she has huge knockers, I agree," he said.
"She's too dark," said Trish, whose own deep tan was darker than Lita's naturally olive skin, "too short, and her mouth is too big.”
Willie laughed again. "Darling," he said, "I think you're jealous. But don't worry. I came here just to see you.”
They were lying side by side on a large beach towel, and Willie leaned over and tried to kiss Trish. She scowled and moved away just in time, so that he ended up kissing the towel.
"Willie, for chrissake," she said, "why don't you give up? You've been trying to get into my pants for a year now. Surely you must have learned I'm not interested.”
"Trish," said Willie in a husky horny voice, "oh, Trish, I could make it so good for you. If you'd just let me show you-”
"Forget it, Willie," said Trish. "Let's swim.”
She stood up and dived into the pool. Willie looked longingly after her before getting to his feet and joining her. From her spying place behind the bush, Lita felt just as frustrated as he did. Damn that Trish-she was spoiling everyone's fun. Lita had hoped to see some love-making.
Then she had an idea…
She snatched up her tray and sauntered over to the edge of the pool, swinging her hips, walking so that her full ripe tits bounced enticingly in her tight black maid's costume. She tried to look as seductive as possible, to attract Willie's attention.
She more than succeeded. Willie, poised for a dive on the low board, glanced at her, did a double take, lost his balance, and fell into the water with a huge splash. Trish shrieked as the water hit her in the face, then glared at Lita. Willie surfaced, gawking lustily at the maid.
"What do you want?" Trish snapped at Lita.
"Would madam care for more drinks?" Lita said primly.
"No, dammit, leave us alone," said Trish.
"Yes, ma'am,” said Lita, walking away with her saucy little ass twitching, knowing Willie was watching her. She hid again in the bushes and listened eagerly to find out if her little-act had had any effect.
"You can stop staring, Willie," said Trish. "She's gone now.”
"Jesus," said Willie, "what a body. What a walk. I bet that girl is dynamite in bed.”
Trish climbed out of the pool and shook herself, looking pouting and angry. "I thought you came to see me," she said. "How dare you make an ass of yourself over that little Mexican bitch?”
Willie finally seemed to catch on. Lita saw a mischievous cunning look come over his face. "Hey, baby," he said, "I'm sorry, but I thought you weren't interested in me. I mean, like you're frigid or something-so naturally I was looking for other action.”
"Frigid?" Trish said indignantly. "Like hell I'm frigid.”
Willie got out of the pool, grinning. As Lita had hoped, he'd figured out how to play on Trish's jealousy. He walked over to the beach towel where she was lying and began drying himself off, trying to look calm and indifferent.
"Trish, dear," he said, "you don't have to lie to me. We're old friends. I dig now that you don't like sex. So I'll just go see what that little maid has in mind and-"
"Willie," Trish said darkly, "take off your suit.”
"What?" said Willie, dropping his towel.
"You heard me," said Trish. "Oh, never mind. I'll do it myself.”
She rose to her knees beside him and started tugging down his wet skimpy bathing suit. Willie stared down at her, half surprised and half delighted. Lita grinned in her hiding place. As she'd planned, Trish was determined to show Willie she wasn't frigid. At last there was going to be some action.
Trish finally managed to tug the clinging suit down to Willie's feet, and he stepped out of it rather dazedly. He had a small black bush, small limp rosy balls, and a soft little pale prick no bigger than Lita's thumb. His flaccid little dick wagged lewdly with his movements.
“I’ll show you I'm not frigid," Trish said determinedly. "You just hold still, Willie. By God, you'll get your proof.”
"Whatever you say, sweetheart," Willie replied hoarsely.
He looked down in amazement as the lovely tall brunette slipped her hands between his legs and fondled his soft red balls. With her other hand Trish picked up his doughy little pale prick and let it lie on her palm. She bent over it, and her little pink tongue flashed out. She started licking Willie's cock from base to head in small quick lapping motions.
"Oh, Jesus," Willie moaned.
Lita was moaning, too, more softly. Those girls in the convent, the ones who’d fucked, certainly hadn't told her about all these delicious refinements of love-making. People just didn't jump on each other and ball, she was learning. There were all kinds of exciting things you could do first-like licking a guy's cock and playing with his balls. The idea turned her on powerfully.
It had the same effect on Willie. As Trish loudly and rapidly licked his pale little peter and massaged his small limp nut sacs, he grew flushed with excitement and swayed dizzily. A horny triumphant grin came over his face. If he'd been trying to seduce Trish Barton for a whole year, this must indeed be a moment of triumph for him.
"Are you getting off on this, Willie?" Trish said huskily.
"Oh, Christ, yes," Willie sighed.
"Well, it's just for openers," Trish purred. "I can beat that Mexican bitch any day of the year, darling. And I'll prove it to you.”
"You just go right ahead," Willie said blissfully.