“Well, it really is none of my business.” Llona shrugged. “I can’t wait to meet your wife and children,” she added pointedly.
“Ahh, yes. Now I wonder where they are.”
“I was wondering the same thing myself.”
“Well, why don’t I make you a nice, tall drink, and then have a look around for them.”
“A cool drink would be nice,” Llona granted.
Bowdler led her into the living room where a bar folded out of one wood-paneled wall. Llona perched on the couch while he mixed the drinks. “Here.” He handed her, a folio along with the drink. “This will give you some idea of the sort of thing with which PRUDE contends. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go see if I can find the rest of the family.”
Alone, Llona thumbed idly through the large scrapbook and sipped at her drink. But when her eyes focused on the material her jaw dropped and the next her lips touched the glass it was to draw in a large gulp of liquor. Fascinated, Llona perused the material closely.
It was all pictorial. The only writing was neat handwritten captions identifying each photo as to source and date! The pictures were all highly erotic, many of them arranged in progressively sexy sequences.
Llona found herself enthralled by one such sequence. It showed a naked young man spreadeagled on a bed and held by chains. A voluptuous and equally naked girl hovered over him with a vacuum cleaner hose. The young man was overendowed, and as the sequence progressed, the suction from the vacuum cleaner hose caused his equipment to swell to amazing proportions. In the last four photos the girl had laid the vacuum cleaner aside and was investigating the results herself. First her lips, then her buttocks, and finally her channel of love measured the young man’s instrument. In the very last photo, although straddling him, she was unable to encompass all of the fantastic length.
“Fascinating, isn’t it?”
Llona jumped guiltily at the sound of Bowdler’s voice. “Uhh, very interesting.” Her own voice was shaky. “Did you locate your wife and children?” she asked quickly to cover her embarrassment.
“I found a note,” Bowdler lied. “It seems they went to visit my wife’s sister for the evening. They’ll be staying overnight,” he added carefully.
“Well, I think I’d better be going then. I mean, it wouldn’t look right—”
“Nonsense! It’s perfectly secluded here. And I insist that you have your swim.”
“Well, a swim would be nice --”
“Of course. In just a little while. But first I’d like to have a drink. And you’re about due for a refill.”
“I really shouldn’t .”
“Please. I hate to drink alone.”
“Well, all right. But just a short one.”
Bowdler ignored that and poured them each a large whiskey over rocks. He sat down beside Llona on the couch as he handed her the drink. He patted the folio spread open on her lap. “You were intrigued by this, weren’t you?” he asked conversationally. “Now be honest.”
“I suppose . . .”
“It’s only natural. You mustn’t be embarrassed.” He snapped his fingers. “I know something that would really interest you.”
“I don’t think--”
But Bowdler was already moving. He’d pushed a button and a screen came down on the wall opposite them. Another button and there was the whir of a movie camera as the room was plunged into darkness. He sat back down next to Llona, very close. “Believe it or not, we confiscated this from a Boy Scout troop,” he whispered in her ear.
The movie unfolded on the screen. It opened with two couples playing strip poker at a bridge table. An under-the-table shot traced the early sexual activity as the game progressed. One of the girls, a bosomy blond, had pulled down the zipper of one of the men’s pants and slipped her hand inside. The man was pushing up the skirt of the other girl, a brunette, and stroking her thighs which parted to allow the caress. The brunette, meanwhile, was clutching the exposed manhood of the second man. He was, in turn, playing with the blond’s derriere.
The game progressed rapidly until all were in their underwear. The blond’s bra came off next, and one of the men played with her breasts, stroking long, quivering nipples as the game continued. Now the other man lost the next pot and discarded his shorts. The brunette squealed at the sight of his aroused manhood and the camera followed her beneath the table again. On her knees, her mouth engulfed the loser as she straddled the first man’s foot which proved as agile as a hand in arousing her.
Shortly thereafter, the game broke up completely. All four were nude now, and they moved to a couch. Here the two men watched for a little while as the girls embraced each other. When the blond moved over the brunette’s still hungry mouth, one of the men stood in front of her and presented himself to her own lips.
There was another shift and now all four were involved. The brunette crouched on all fours, the large aureoles of her full breasts grazing the rug. One of her hands weighed the first man’s sack of love while her tongue teased The other man was attacking her in a frenzy from behind. The blond was crouched behind him, one hand tickling him to even greater efforts while her other hand strummed her own swollen clitoris. Finally the four of them collapsed into a writhing mass of mouths and hands and sex organs.
Despite herself, Llona was bouncing on the couch. She was stirred beyond caring about the implication of Bowdler’s hand on her breast. It wasn’t until she felt his other hand invading the dampness between her thighs that she reacted. “No!” she said, pulling away. “You’re a married man.”
“Oh, come on now. Don’t pretend you’re not aroused.”
“Well, sure I am—-” Llona couldn’t keep her eyes off the screen. The blond was on all fours now. One of the men had her by the hips and was pounding her derriere with an expert rotary motion. She had the other man's member between her lips and was sucking it greedily while he played with the brunette’s nipples and pronounced clitoris. “No, please—-” Llona pushed Bowdler away again. She stood up. “I really think I need that swim now,” she said firmly.
“All right.” Bowdler wasn’t about to push things. He figured they’d evolve one way or another. He led the way to the back of the house and across the patio to the cabana on the far side of the swimming pool.
“I— think these suits might be a trifle too large for me,” Llona said delicately when Bowdler produced his wife’s swimwear for her use. It was an understatement. The suits were big enough to encompass two of Llona and perhaps a close friend as well.
“Well, you don’t really need a suit,” Bowdler suggested smoothly. “Why don’t I just kill the lights and we’ll go skinny-dipping?”
“I don’t know you that well,” Llona protested.
“Now, isn’t that silly? I mean, I see you at work every day without any clothes on. It’s just plain ridiculous to forego a nice, cooling swim out of some kind of modesty you don’t even really feel.”
“I suppose you’re right . . .” Llona still had doubts.
“Of course I’m right.” Bowdler rode over them. “Now I’ll just go turn out the patio lights and you can slip out of your duds. I’ll meet you in the pool.”
“Well . . . All right,” Llona decided on impulse.
He left her in the cabana and she undressed. When she emerged, the pool area was quite dark. She groped her way to the pool, sat down at the edge and slipped into the water. It was a delightful contrast to the hot mugginess of the overcast night.
A few moments later there was a splash and a body brushed against Llona’s legs under the water and then surfaced a couple of feet away from her. “Mr. Bowdler?” she called.