"Yeah."
"Then look!"
The suppressed excitement in her voice made him turn slowly, a drink in either hand. What he saw almost made him drop his drinks and pitch headfirst onto the couch.
Dark, raven hair Mona with a flashing smile was lying on the couch, lying on her back. Her feet were close together but she had spread her lovely knees as wide apart as the couch would allow and she had pulled her red miniskirt up around her thin waist.
She lay there, smiling, naked from the waist down. There, framed by her firmly rounded thighs were the soft smooth cheeks of her buttocks and above it her pubic hair, so soft and dark, lewdly curling up toward him and framing the small thin lips of her cunt teasingly to his eyes.
And, as he stared, it opened slightly and throbbed in unhidden excitement. The light in the room was low yet he could see the desire glisten and shine between her thighs as the moistness gathered. He almost moaned aloud as he looked at her lying in front of him, lewdly grinding her pelvis up and slowly, teasingly, rotating her cunt around.
Below her cunt, below the pubic hair, he saw the tight shadowed crevice where her buttocks met and he saw the flesh tense and bunch as she undulated her hips up and down. Her eyes were half closed, her mouth open in a lewd smile as she watched the expression on his face. "You like?" she asked in a low whisper.
Bob couldn't say a word, all he could do was nod as he looked down and saw the swelling lips of her cunt made pliable by her slow gyrations. His cock leapt to wild life in his pants with an aching hardness and his hands trembled as he looked around for a place to set the drinks down.
With a little laugh, she raised her hips clear of the couch and pulled her skirt down, swing big to her feet and looking at him with her hungrily gleaming eyes. "Doesn't your wife greet you like that every night?" she asked, a teasing quality in her voice, "I thought all wives did that," she taunted.
Bob set the drinks down on the bar and turned to her and she came and stood close, crowding him against the bar and brushing one of her bare legs up between his stiff legs. Her voice was like velvet as she whispered, "I wanted to ball you ever since I saw you."
He breathed heavily through his nostrils. "Me too."
Teasingly, she loosened his tie and began undoing the buttons on his shirt. "Does she undress you?"
"Who?" he asked, puzzled.
"Your wife, does she undress you?"
"Huh? No. She…" he never finished the thought, seizing Mona in his arms and crushing her body against his and he felt her body responding as she ground her supple hips into his groin, her loins finding his prick stiff up against his stomach under his clothing and writhing back and forth against it in a provocative way.
In a few seconds he was like a wild man, thrusting her away and tearing at his clothes. She crouched and made a low animal noise as she began unbuttoning the front of her dress, exposing her naked and shaking breasts as her face was wildly alive and her eyes glittered with sexual excitement.
In no time at all she was unbuttoning all of her dress and it hung open for one delicious moment and he saw her breasts, firm and free, with the nipples hardened like bullets and her stomach was smooth and flat and her breasts jutted out as she let the dress fall over her pale white shoulders. Bob stood still as he watched the dress slip soundlessly to the floor, watched it slide down her back, slowly at first then falling with a silent rush and she stood naked before him, her body magnificent and naked and wild. He could see the muscles rippling and tensing in her long thighs.
He tore his underwear off with a guttural cry and stood with his penis protruding awkwardly out and upward, wavering as if blindly trying to find her cunt. He didn't care and he lunged for her but she was too quick, leaping back and to the side as she laughed and said, "No, not here! In the bedroom!" And she turned her back and fled from the room and he watched her tight buttocks lift and fall as she disappeared quickly into the bedroom.
In the room next door, Leo puffed on his cigar and flicked a switch, making live the miniature mike hidden in the bedroom and settled back in his chair, sipping his drink as he thought about how well it was all going. The only problem now was getting it all down on tape.
Standing boldly by the bed, her breasts like heavy ripe muskmelons, her pubic hair standing out even darker in the semi-darkness, her legs long and curved and lively, she called back, "Bring the drinks."
He had to retrace his steps to get them and brought them into the room to see her lying on the bed, the ripe ruby nipples of her breasts staring up at him wetly as he stood over her. She had moistened them with saliva from her tongue so that their pink bud-like tips throbbed slightly from the touch of her own fingers against them.
"God, you're beautiful naked," he stuttered, staring down at her body sprawled so lewdly, utterly naked, with the drinks in his hands. He could see that her eyes had dilated a little from the excitement also. It was all he could do to keep from dropping to his knees by the bed and locking his lips and hot mouth on her bare flesh at that very moment, but he held himself back. He sensed that she needed more than that. He wasn't all that experienced but he knew that there was more to making love. She obviously knew what making love was all about and wasn't the kind of woman one just jumped on top of and rammed it home and got your rocks off without preparing her well for it. The eventual reward would be worth the torture of waiting.
"You're not bad yourself," she smiled up at him with a smoky look in her eyes, reaching for the drink he offered. She looked right at his erect penis as she said, "In fact, you're quite a handsome young man."
"I'm not all that young," he answered, swaggering, "I'm almost as old as you."
"Have you had many women? Other than your wife, I mean?" She sipped at her drink after asking the question matter of factly, as though she were asking the time of day or what the weather was like when he came in.
"Enough," he said smugly, lying in his teeth as he leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips and jerked away when he felt the burning wet tip of her tongue brush against his lips. She pushed him away for a moment.
"Put my drink on the table, darllng. I'll spill it."
He took both the drinks and set them on the floor quickly and then leaned over her again, pressing his lips tightly against hers and feeling her tongue shoot into his mouth wet, hot, and probing. She reached up, curling her arms around his neck and pulled him down on her.
One of his muscular legs fell tightly between her open thighs. She was surprisingly supple and soft and pliable and her whole body seemed glued info his as though it belonged there. Her body seemed to move in sections almost independent of one another so her hips could move like they were on steel springs while her breasts remained crushed against his chest. She moved her thigh cunningly up against his cock as he ground his lips into hers and her tongue darted and retreated and he felt his prick swell to a painful hardness. He could feel the wetness from the seminal fluid seeping from the gland on the swelling, hardening tip. She continued to massage his prick with a practiced ease, moving her hips until he thought the head would explode. His cock was jerking now as if he would cum at the slightest extra pressure and he could feel it building with a mighty swelling effect deep in his testicles.
He trust his tongue deep in her mouth and she sucked gently on it, nibbling with tiny sharp nips that sent chills running up and down the length of his spine. He pulled his head away to escape the tingling sensation and marshall his forces so that he wouldn't corn just yet.
Above all, he didn't want to come for a long while! He rested his cheek against hers and guiltily thought of Carol. No, smart as she was, she would never imagine him stretched naked over her boss's wife. Hell, that was her trouble, she never thought of anything sexual.