"Oh… oh God, do it, Lancer lover! Lick it!" she hissed, holding the bone high in one hand and her tiny panties away from her steaming, blonde-curled pussy with the other. "Yes… lick it, sweetheart… Beth'll cum in a minute! Ohhhhh… you beautiful lover, you…! Do it… faster, baby… then, you can have your bone! Oh God, darling… lick… lick… lick…!"
At last, the sound penetrated… a knocking against the back door… persistent, but never loud! For a long moment, Beth didn't move, couldn't in her forbidden ecstasy, but the knocking wouldn't go away and finally, realization dawned upon her. She had to answer it before Jay heard and pounded out to learn why she didn't! Oh God… just a minute or two longer! Oooohhhh…! Damn! Damn!
"W-Wait, boy…! Stop, lover…!" the lustfully infused young wife whispered in a tremulous voice, with reluctance forcing the huge animal's massive head and burning tongue from between her obscenely spread legs. "We'll have to finish this later, darling!" she hissed, shivering from the intensive sensation electrifying her charged young loins in their almost-reached, climactic moment! Damn, who could it be? she raged inwardly, handing Lancer the ham bone and opening the pantry door as the soft knock came once more.
"Oh, so there you are, young man!" Vickie Davis, a tall, willowy, auburn-haired girl in her mid thirties accused in a soft, pleasing voice. She smiled at Beth, then pretended a frown on her lovely, classic-featured face as she looked down at her German Shepherd. "He's been begging again, I see… and doing well, by the size of that bone."
Still trembling, Beth sensed the uncontrollable flush to her cheeks at the identity of her caller, flustered at the thought of the lurid act she had only a minute before been engaged in with her chicly dressed neighbor's pet. All the same, she managed a smile, working to keep it guilt-free. "Oh, he comes to see me everyday. I'd miss him if he didn't," she replied, subconsciously admiring the professional model's obviously expensive pants suit.
"Really…?" Vickie Davis said, her accentuation of the single worded question uneasing Beth. "Well, I can see that he likes you, Mrs. Durke, the way he's rubbing against your legs," she went on in her velvet-like voice, a certain expressive light in her amber colored eyes adding to the blonde young wife's uneasiness. "Quite frankly, I wouldn't be surprised if he were some reincarnated philanderer of note, the way he takes to pretty girls."
Beth laughed, struggling for casualness and enraged with herself at the hot twinge she knew continued to redden her cheeks. She said, "Won't you come in and have a cup of coffee, Miss Davis?"
"Well… I'd love it, if you're not busy," the striking, auburn-haired beauty answered with a delicate display of charm that raised goose-flesh on Beth's still excited young body. "I don't believe in kaffee-klatch females idly annoying their neighbors every morning, but if you promise to return the visit, I'll be happy to accept."
"I assure you, I will," Beth said, still smiling as she opened and held the door for her lissome neighbor's entrance, noticing that she wore no brassiere beneath the loose fitting stylish blouse. At the same time, Lancer trotted out the opened way carrying his bone and both girls laughed.
"Go home, Lancy! You hear? Go home to eat that!" Vickie Davis commanded, standing to watch the massive animal move toward her back yard.
"He minds so well, Miss Davis," Beth complimented, admiring her statuesque neighbor's fluffy bobbed hair style. There was an exciting sauciness to it, she thought. If she ever cut her hair, she'd want to wear it exactly the same…
"Please, why don't you call me Vickie?" the beautiful model suggested. "And I'll call you Beth… if I may? After all, we have been living side-by-side for some months now…"
"I should say, almost a year in fact, and I think it's an excellent idea," the blonde young wife warmly replied, the fire lessening in her cheeks as her confidence bolstered. Even the simmering sensations in her soft belly were beginning to abate… for the time being.
Vickie Davis paused then, staring at nothing, but simulating a graceful feline animal pricking up its ears. Beth couldn't imagine… then, the classic-featured beauty said, "That typewriter I hear clicking madly… would that be your husband working?"
"Yes. He writes…"
"I've heard. The Wilson's mentioned it the other night," she said, accepting Beth's offered kitchen chair beside the table. "I'd love to read his work. Is it on the stands, Beth?"
"Well… yes…" the young wife stammered, trying to remember Jay's instructive answers to be given at such times as this. "Much of it is published in Europe and available here in the states. In fact, we're lucky to even get a copy."
"Oh, that's too bad. I would enjoy so much reading something of his," her exquisite neighbor said. "I do a great deal of reading in between assignments. I seldom go out unless it's over to Stan Wilson's for dinner, or cocktails."
His name alone was enough to inspire tingles in Beth's tummy. She said as she poured their coffee: "You've known them a long time, Vickie?"
"Not really, no. Only since I bought 2236 Tasmen Drive. But they're such lovely people, so easy to know. Sara is a dream and Stan's a doll… poetic, eh? Anyway, they came over after I moved in to make Lancer and me welcome. We've been quite friendly since."
"Oh… how nice of them," Beth replied, smiling while she inwardly began to stew at the complete ignoring she and Jay had received after they'd moved in. Of course, that had to be Jay's fault, the Goddamned garbs he wore, plus his big mouth that had undoubtedly tagged him in the neighborhood…
"I'm afraid that contrary to what most people think, a model's life is a lonely one," Vickie Davis informed, sipping from her cup, "and especially after a girl gets to be thirty five. She must have her rest to keep her attributes up there in competition with the twenty-some year-old beauties. You… you must have modeled one time or another, darling, didn't you?"
"Me?" Beth questioned, surprised and staring at her beautiful neighbor, "Lord no!" she added, laughing lightly and very pleased as she sat down to her guest's right at the end of the table, not an arm's length away.
"Really? I would've immediately thought you an ex-model… or perhaps an actress of sorts. You're so beautiful with that long, blonde hair, and you have the most sensually inciting body. You see, I saw you last Sunday working in your yard, darling, and suddenly realized why my own jobs are becoming more scarce every day."
Beth laughed again, unable to ignore the sensation of flattery Vickie Davis' lauding phrases were drenching her with. It was a full minute before she detected the warm, if almost, passionate gleam in her willowy neighbor's amber-hued eyes, but by that time, the stunning model had already delicately placed her long, slender hand on top of hers!
"I can help you… introduce you to the right people, if you'd like to break into the field, darling. I think it would give me a marvelous feeling if I knew I had something like a… a protegee…"
The incredulous emotions Beth was immediately experiencing at the soft, warm touch of the striking, auburn-haired girl's hand covering her own, were unbelievable! She felt her breath catch in her throat, as well as all the sensate excitement she'd known in the pantry and before, vibrantly seething once more! God, it was ridiculous! But it was true! She couldn't even speak!