Afterwards, she put on a pair of tight, crotch-hugging panties and a thin, transparent brassiere. She slipped her dainty feet into a pair of high-heeled spikes with tiny thongs of leather crossing her delicate white toes.
Over this she put on a clinging robe that reached down to her thighs and just covered the swollen curves of her magnificent buttocks. Oh, what a lovely ass Wanda had! And she knew it. She stood appraising its alluring contours in the new three-way mirror she'd bought along with other pieces for her bedroom.
As she was modeling her ass, so to speak, she caught another person watching her from his window. This was an older man and he, too, was naked.Oh God, oh wow! she hummed to herself. Wanda knew that moving to the Village was the best thing she'd ever done. As she fondled her behind, twisting this way and that, and flashed her bare thighs and even opened the chiffon shortie to expose her lovely white silky-smooth breasts to the strange neighbor, she could see how much he appreciated it. He kept blowing her kisses after brushing his lips over his closed fingers the way elegant French men do. Maybe he was French. A lot of French people lived in Greenwich Village. There were sure a lot of French restaurants, she'd noticed.
In the kitchen where she stood posed in the doorway, one of the laborers glanced up and caught his breath. “Oh God, you're gorgeous,” he exclaimed.
Wanda giggled. Obviously, he was alone. She smiled at him. She loved how his eyes swept over her stunning body, how they lingered on her half-exposed breasts, but mostly she loved how he stared so candidly at her crotch. Her tight panties hugged her mound and the lips of her cunt were quite visible through the clinging material of the panties, which was so thin as to be transparent in certain lights.
"I'll bet you'd like a taste, wouldn't you?” she giggled, brushing her fingers over her cunt mound, wiggling her body slightly and squirming licentiously. “Wouldn't you, honey man?"
"Lady, I'd give my right arm,” he said in a hoarse voice, glancing around. “Want me to?"
"Yes,” she said matter-of-factly, and led the way into her bedroom. She smiled at him as she lay down on the bed on her back so that she was facing the open windows.
"Can anyone see in, huh?” he wanted to know.
"Nope."
Without a word, he kneeled down on the floor and, as Wanda put her high heels up on his shoulders and let him sniff along her white, naked thighs until she could feel his warm breath on her opening pussy mound, she could suddenly see faces, some more hidden than others, slowly appearing at the many different windows.
When the workman-filthy in his work clothes, with his fingers all stained, callused and dirty from work-began to slide her lily-white panties down to expose her stunning pink cunt, Wanda was sure she could hear gasps and muffled cries of approval from the hidden faces.
When she spread her thighs wide and felt his tongue prying open her cunt lips, she began to thrust back at him and cover her mouth with her little hand in order to stifle the squeals that she knew would soon be calling more and more strangers to their open windows.
"Can you see my asshole?” she whispered.
"Uhmm."
"It was just fucked."
He looked up sharply. “It was?” he asked, he eyes wide.
"Uh huh, yep."
"Really?"
"Yes, and I love it. I love my ass getting fucked. When you're in the neighborhood sometime, honey, you'll have to ring me up."
"Lady, you ain't for real,” the workman breathed through nostrils that glistened with Wanda's cunt juices. “Oh, but this is sweet like pie, Lady."
This was when they both heard a loud crashing noise out in the hall. Wanda's front door was wide open because workmen and deliverymen and carpet layers were busy coming and going.
The working man leaped up. “Gosh, we'll get caught."
"Maybe,” Wanda purred and, as he raised his head, she sat up and leaned into him, kissing his mouth, licking her juices from his lips, even sticking her tongue up one of his nostrils. He loved it!
Wanda also heard a clapping of hands from the courtyard. Obviously someone else loved it, too.
Later, when dusk was settling over Greenwich Village and Wanda's apartment was looking so nice and homey, and she was quite all alone for the first time that very busy day, she lay in her new bathtub and soaked her beautiful body.
Oh God, she thought to herself as she reached for the dirty book by Mary Love, parts of which she'd been rereading while she bathed and rested,I've never felt hornier or more sexy. She began to tweak and pinch her clitoris under the water.
After she showered, washed her hair and blew it dry, she walked around her apartment. She was quite nude, except for her high heels, which she thought were fitting for the occasion because she'd just polished her dainty, delicate toes.
She had deliberately turned off all the lights. In the bedroom, with an evening breeze whipping her new filmy white curtains (another expensive gift from Mr. White), she sat on the closed Castro convertible.
Crossing her legs, she stretched and sat back. Through her open windows she could see several different vignettes taking place, seemingly right in front of her eyes. Each of the acts in the different windows were being played utterly for her benefit. Nothing was accidental.
The two men who had fucked earlier now had a third in their apartment and they were kneeling in front and in back of him, their tongues flashing for Wanda to see.
A naked couple was fucking, standing up inside their apartment, but backed away from the window for protection. The woman with the younger woman was with a man now and he was jerking her off, his fingers up her cunt as she looked out of her window with a pair of binoculars.
When the telephone rang, her first call, Wanda knew it had to be Mr. White, and she answered it quickly.
She couldn't wait until they got to Alice Long's orgy. In the bathroom, she inserted three sourballs up her cunt, put on the sanitary belt and a Kotex, threw her raincoat over her naked body and went downstairs to wait for Mr. White to pick her up.
The party was everything Alice had hoped it would be. She had invited Homer-who'd been the first to arrive-Suzy, of course, Wanda and the delivery boy from earlier that day. They'd sat around sipping drinks casually as if they were there for dinner and nothing else. That something else was, however, in the forefront of each person's mind all evening until the time Alice clapped her hands quickly together, led them to the sun porch, and proceeded to undress as a way of starting things off.
By then, they were all a little drunk, and whatever inhibitions they might have had were diluted to the point of nonexistence. Everyone was extremely aroused.
Wanda squealed in delight upon seeing Alice disrobe and proceeded to do so herself, revealing to all present her long silk-sheathed legs, and the leather garters she'd worn especially for the occasion. Suzy gasped when she saw them; they looked especially nice around Wanda's legs, the band of dark leather contrasting perfectly with her white flesh. Next Suzy undressed, showing everyone her shaved cunt and pearly skin. The delivery boy stood with his mouth agape. He had never seen such a variety of beauty in his life. Even Homer White was quite nice-looking for an old man, he thought. But Jimmy certainly had never been one to turn down the amorous affections of men; he'd just never had one before who was as old as Mr. White.
And just as he was thinking about that, Mr. White began to undress, whipping off his dinner jacket and pulling aside the buttoned flap of his trousers. In no time at all he was naked, walked over to his hostess and planted a kiss firmly on her opened mouth. They stood kissing for some time. Jimmy, the only one in clothes, didn't know quite what to do, but he knew that if he did nothing, Alice would shortly give him instructions.