He had another, quick drink, then went into the bathroom, and turned on the water in the shower and thought of Julie and her invitation, and his excuse about having to come home and work.
As he stripped his clothes off, he admitted to himself that he had really turned her invitation down because he was not about to jeopardize his future by making love to her on the floor of her father's apartment. And also because he had wanted to come back to his apartment and see Holly one final time.
The shower water was hot, and he tensed his body and started whistling and told himself to concentrate on the meeting tomorrow morning, and on the new Dennison account. But as he stepped from the shower and toweled off, there was only one thing on his mind: the naked young girl lying in his bed.
Nick wore only a towel as he left the bathroom and walked to the couch, where he was to sleep that night. He drank down another scotch. But still he couldn't get his mind off Holly. The moment he thought of her darkly tanned flesh against the white sheets, his prick started to grow stiff under the towel wrap.
Tomorrow, she'll be gone, he said to himself. In fact, he might never see her again. He sat for five minutes on the couch, trying to resist the urge to walk into the bedroom for one final peek. And then, as he finished another drink, he knew he wouldn't be able to resist the temptation any longer.
Slowly, quietly, he stepped into the bedroom. Holly was still lying on her back, sleeping soundly after her long period without sleep, and the scotch she'd consumed. Nick walked to the side of the bed again and stared down.
Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, her rich, full lips sparkling in the moonlight. Her tits were rising and falling with her breath heavy, fleshy mounds tipped with large pink nipples. Her belly was flat and dark, her navel deep, her thighs slender and smooth. He looked at her pussy. Her bush was blonde and sparse, and through the light hairs he could make out her pink cunt lips.
Nick's heart was pounding as his eyes moved along her thighs. Her calves were slender, her ankles thin, her feet small and tan and tipped with a white polish. The only piece of jewelry she wore was a white bone ankle bracelet that made her tanned feet seem all the darker.
The towel Nick wore was pushed out in front by now as his cock gorged. It could be so easy, he thought. All he had to do was lie down beside her take her in his arms. He was sure she would respond, sure she would gladly give herself. And what pleasure awaited him in that tan young body, in those full lips, those quivering tits, that blonde-fringed cunt. He had a feeling that her touch would be so thrilling he'd come the moment she laid a hand on him.
Slowly, very carefully, Nick touched her flesh again. He let his hand rest on her warm thigh, then pressed lightly against her belly. She didn't budge her breath was still slow and heavy. Nick's finger moved delicately around her navel, then along her tan flesh to her tit. Two fingers closed around the spongy nipple, stroked it a few times and then released it.
The pink wad seemed to grow larger immediately. By the time Nick let go, it was twice the size of her other nipple. Nick stroked the second wad until it too was swollen, then leaned back and stared in lusting worship at her body.
The sight of her nipples puffy and throbbing was so tempting he had to fight the urge to bend over and kiss them. He looked at her cunt again glistening in the moonlight. Nick had seen many beautiful young models in his days at the advertising agency, but he had to admit to himself that none of them was as sexually vibrant and enticing as this young girl naked on his bed.
Almost without thinking, Nick pulled off his towel and let his prick wave in front of him. He took hold of the aching member and squeezed it, then tried to soothe the soreness of his hard-on by stroking the shaft a few times. His eyes were still glued on her nipples, and a surge of pleasure passed through his body at his first stroke.
Still stroking very slowly and lightly, he ran his hand over her belly again, then into the warmth of her inner thighs. He let a fingertip barely brush through her blonde bush, then bent over and placed a very gentle kiss on her navel.
Holly stirred, taking a deep breath and then rolling over on her side. Nick froze, cock in hand, until she'd settled into a comfortable sleep again. But then, as he reached down to touch her thigh, she rolled over again, onto her belly.
Now Nick gazed in adoration at her firm, doughy cheeks, split by a deep, hairless crack. Between her thighs he could just make out a few blonde hairs sparkling in the faint light. He pressed an open palm against her buttock, stroking his prick again. When a finger slid into the crack, he moved it up and down, almost out of his mind now with the urge to leap on top of her.
Bending down slightly beside the bed, Nick rubbed the tip of his cock in her ass crack, then stood up quickly to see if she would respond. She didn't. He rubbed his cockhead in her ass crack again, still stroking the shaft. Suddenly he realized that gism was shooting swiftly into his cock.
The thought of rubbing his cock in her ass crack until he came, and then watching his white cream spurting all over her naked, darkly tanned back, was almost enough to put him over the edge. With great reluctance, he let go of his prick and dropped his hands at his side. It was no use. The longer he stayed in the bedroom, the greater the chance he would do something he'd regret.
After one last, longing look at her nakedness, Nick left the room and returned to the couch. He drank down one scotch, then another, trying to knock himself out. But as he turned out the lights and slid under the sheet he'd put on the couch, he still couldn't forget Holly.
At every sound, Nick turned his head to peer through the darkness, expecting to see Holly coming to him. His cock was still half stiff. He had to force himself to think of Julie, of Mrs. Dennison, of Mr. Connors and Nick's new job, trying to lull himself to sleep.
He wasn't sure exactly when he fell asleep, or when he woke up again. But when he did open his eyes again, he could see that it was early morning, and barely light out. And he also had the strong feeling that he was being watched. That feeling forced his eyes open wide and set his heart pounding as he quickly rolled over on the couch.
Holly was standing near the couch, naked and grinning.
CHAPTER SIX
Nick gasped loudly as he looked at Holly. She stared at him with a wicked gleam in her wide, blue eyes, her hands on her hips, her long nipples pointed at him like another pair of eyes.
"H-Holly…" was all he could get out. His eyes roamed from the enormous uplifted breasts to the narrow waist and the flare of her hips, her dark thighs and the blonde nest between them…
"I fell asleep early so I woke up early," Holly said in a near whisper. She too was gazing, staring at his naked body. It took a few seconds before Nick was fully alert and aware of what was happening. Quickly he pulled the sheet up to cover his crotch.
"What the hell are you doing, standing there naked like that?" Nick asked, trying to sound authoritative and annoyed. But he couldn't tear his eyes from that luscious, copper toned young body.
"I didn't think you'd mind," Holly grinned, stepping closer to the couch. "You have a beautiful body, Nick, I was just looking it over."
Nick could only wonder how long she'd been standing there. He leaned up on one elbow and forced a frown.
"Holly, please, go back to bed," he said without conviction.
"Don't you like my body?" Holly asked with pursed lips, as if she were pouting.
"I think you're very, very beautiful," Nick said gulping. "That's just the problem."
"Problem?" Holly giggled. "Take another look."
Nick felt his heart racing, his cock beginning to stiffen as she approached the couch. Half of him wanted her to turn around and walk to the bedroom and leave him alone; that was the half that wanted to marry Julie and rise to the top of her father's company. The other half of him wanted her to jump on the couch with him and take her in his arms.