"Hi. Did you miss me today?"
"Right, Baby, every minute of the time. Funny thing. I kept smelling bananas."
Monica giggled prettily. "I can imagine."
"Let's just say this. You cook a mean breakfast, Woman."
"How are chances of a return engagement? My husband's still on the same shift."
"Sure. Pick me up at eight?" Again, his eye was on the record that was playing at the moment. He was going to have to cut this conversation short. Besides that, the recorder was humming away, getting down every word he and Monica were exchanging. While none of it was openly salacious, the conversation was filled with enough double meanings so he did not want to be in a position to have to explain it, especially to someone like Ransberg.
"Okay," Monica said. "I'll pick you up then. I'll be waiting down in front of the building. So long, Baby."
At eight-ten, Scott jumped into Monica's sporty car. She smiled across at him, dazzling him once again with her very white teeth. "How did it go?" she asked.
"Not so bad. You know something? A couple people actually called in, I mean with conversations I could play on the air."
She laughed. "Hey, you're a success." She reached over and squeezed his thigh playfully.
"Not nearly. It'll take a lot more calls than that to get the situation to the place where it ought to be. There have to be enough calls to cause controversy, you know, to get people talking about the show."
"Maybe you should tape our conversation in the bedroom. That would get you some listeners."
He threw back his head and laughed heartily. "Shit, yes. It'd get me so many I'd be ridden out of town on a rail."
"You sure got the rail for it. I'll say that." She slipped her hand up his leg and cupped it over his boldly bulging crotch. "Ouuuuuuu, yes, you're so nice and warm there, Baby."
"Warm is right. I'm hot for you, Honey. Ever since you called, I been boiling over. I damn near came in my pants couple of times just thinking about all the things we're going to do." He spread his legs wider, letting her caress his genitals as she steered the car through the morning traffic.
"Even though that's a compliment, I'm glad you didn't come in your pants. You'd have wasted a couple loads that could have gone to me."
"Don't worry, Monica. There's plenty more." Scott lolled his head against the seat back, sliding down in the seat to relax while Monica continued to massage his burgeoning cock. "Christ, I'm so horny, I feel like I could keep on squirting forever and never run out of fuck juice."
She took her hand away. "I better quit, then, or you'll come before we ever get to your place."
He straightened up in the seat, his own fingers replacing hers at his crotch. "Don't worry. We're nearly there. If I can just manage to walk into the building without breaking something, I'll be fine. Good thing I didn't wear Levi's to work."
Monica wheeled into the Roley Towers parking lot, turned off the engine, and the two of them jumped out of the car. It was obvious that both Scott and Monica were in a hurry to get up to the apartment.
"What would you like to do today?" Monica asked coquettishly, as the elevator doors closed behind them.
"I want to fuck you till you're blue," Scott answered, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her to him.
As they kissed, their mouths open wide, Monica started running her hand down the back of his pants, pulling out his shirt tail as she went. She jammed her fingers down to tickle the small thatch of hair at the base of his spine. Scott let out an aroused grunt and pushed his rigid erection against her body.
"Oh, Baby," Monica mumbled, "you really are ready."
"You fuckin' bet I'm ready!" he said, fitting his lips over hers again and reaching with his tongue far into her wet, hotly alive mouth.
The doors slid back, and there stood a little old woman with a basket of laundry. Scott tried to break the clinch, but with Monica's hand shoved down into his pants, he could not get far. After considerable fumbling, he managed to stab the "close door" button, and the doors whirred closed again. The last thing he and Monica saw was the old woman, still standing there, her mouth hanging open in shocked disbelief.
"It's a good thing I didn't do what I was thinking about," Monica said, giggling.
"What was that?"
"Opening your zipper and pulling your cock out so I could play with it."
"Christ, the old girl would have had a heart attack right on the spot. Then we'd have had to cart her off to the emergency room, and we'd have missed out on fucking."
They were finally in the apartment. "Come on," Monica said as she pulled her thin sweater off over her head. "Let's get naked, both of us."
Stooping to remove her shoes, she let her melon shaped breasts swing freely. Scott paused to watch her.
"God," he said, "I'd like to just stand here and watch you strip. Shit, your tits are beautiful, so creamy and smooth, and those big, brown nipples just make my mouth water."
"Suit yourself," Monica answered. "I'll strip for you, but you have to promise to do the same thing for me. Sit down on the couch, and I'll give you a show."
Taking his hand, she led him to the sofa, her body wriggling sensuously as she walked. When he was settled, she stood before him, her arms extended above her head. She was naked to the waist, and she was in her stocking feet. Slowly and sexily, she began to undulate her lush hips, rotating them and making him think of how it would feel to have his cock planted deep inside them. She would milk the cum right out of him without his even having to exert himself.
Her hands moved. Her entire body moved in silent, sexual dancing. She manipulated her slim frame salaciously. Lowering her creamy arms, she hugged herself tightly, then played her hands over her body, touching herself as she continued to dance slowly before him.
Her palms came up beneath her breasts, and she held them out to him enticingly. Scott's prick throbbed with such excitement that again he thought he might climax before he even got his pants off. "Jesus," he whispered huskily, "you're great! Take off the rest of your things. Hurry."
Teasingly, smiling at him seductively, Monica moved her hands down over her rib cage, touching her smooth, satin flesh and worshiping it lovingly as she did so. Her fingers found the snaps at the waist of her skirt, and she undid them, never taking her eyes off Scott or his brutishly swollen crotch.
With deliberate slowness, she lowered the zipper and then sent her skirt cascading down her long, slim legs. She stepped out of it, wearing only her filmy pantyhose over tiny red bikini panties. Scott could see that there was already a small wet blotch at her crotch.
Monica was aroused, just as he was. His mouth watered as he imagined himself sucking the moisture out of those panties, savoring the fresh, tangy flavor on his tongue.
Monica's fingers curled under the elastic top of the pantyhose, and she began to push them down, never stopping her softly undulating dance as she did so. She rolled the top down and then pushed the transparent hose down her tapering legs to her trim ankles. Pushing with determination, she peeled the garment off over her feet and left it on the living room floor. Now only her red panties stood between Scott and her nudity.
As she made a move to rid herself of them, Scott reeled to his feet. "Not yet," he said. "Let me have them first." Quickly, he fell to his knees before the woman. With strong arms he pulled her to him, nestling his face in the soft warmth of her crotch. Inhaling deeply, he took in the wildly exciting sensation of her womanly odor, his fevered mind staggering at her heady scent.
"Oh, Babe, Babe," he murmured, his choking voice muffled by her steaming flesh. Holding her close, he burrowed his nose into the moist fabric of her bikini.
Trembling with excitement, Monica planted her hands firmly on Scott's broad shoulders. She arched her back, pushing her pelvis forward, offering herself to him completely. Quickly, she widened her stance, opening her body to him. She closed her eyes, feeling his face against her. "God, oh, God!" she moaned through clenched teeth. "I'm horny, sore with horniness. Make me feel good, Babe. Make me!"