It was just as Liz said, he had placed his wife in the realm of the gods, and lately had been neglecting her for this Pulitzer Prize he seemed to be chasing. His entire neglect of Tanya had been inconsiderate, and now there was the possibility that she didn't consider Rodney worth hanging around for anymore. But then again, why was she so frivolous about his job. Didn't she know that this was what he had to do to support them?
Liz's living room was wrapped in low light and the quiet mood of the country morning. There was a heady scent of musky perfume in the air – not unusual for a woman's house in this town, but it nevertheless tickled Rodney's nostrils, making him quiver with unexplained lightheadedness. He grinned as he sipped his wine. Hell, there was no use denying it, for all of Liz's mystery, she was a very sensual, very attractive woman. Her modest dress was all the more appealing to him, for that meant she wasn't just a promiscuous bitch in heat, but considered the men in her life as important and desirable for their minds and affections as their ability in bed.
My God! Stop this kind of lewd thinking! Rodney felt ashamed as Liz talked innocently from the kitchen while making the drinks. How wrong he was about her character never entered his head; the setting, the actions, the whole web she had designed to lure and capture were too cleverly done; the stage backdrop was authentic, only the woman who starred in the leading role wasn't. Rodney chastised himself for harboring lewd thoughts about Liz Clark's love life – for all he knew she was a virgin. There was no evidence that she had ever had any kind of perverted relationship with any dog. Hell, the next thing he knew, he'd be getting romantic intentions about her, and just because she had offered him up a drink certainly didn't give him the right to entertain overheated and wicked notions. The shock of realizing that he was contemplating what she would be like in bed was enough to scare him.
"I see you made yourself comfortable, Rodney," Liz said, walking in from the kitchen with two full glasses. "Slip off your shoes if you want."
"Oh… no, no this is fine," he replied and took the proffered glass. "Mmmm," he said after tasting the gin and tonic.
"You like? I make them strong, because that's the way I like them."
"Excellent, Liz." He looked around the apartment in obvious appreciation. "You certainly have a fine place here."
"Thanks to my ex-husband," she said with a touch of girlish sarcasm. "He left me flat, with no money and no warning. All I had after he ran off was what you see here."
"You were married?" he asked inanely.
"Too long," she replied. "And never again. Couples lie to each other more than strangers do, I think."
Her comment raised the image of Tanya again, sweetly cooing her affection for her husband. He shook his head and drank heavily. Well, one thing was clear; Liz was no virgin, having been married, and Rodney bet mentally that this sexy young woman was one holy terror in bed. Just watching how she walked and smiled and smelled was irrefutable testimony to that.
"Excuse me, will you, Rodney?" Liz asked, jumping up. "I want to get cleaned up and out of this old stuffy work dress. Do you mind!"
"No… no, of course not…" Rodney blinked, for her "old work dress" was anything but stuffy – not with that second skin look it had as it clung to her voluptuous young body, and the way it stretched around her firm pointed breasts and ripe thighs. But he knew how women love to get rid of the reminders that they have to work; when Tanya had been a salesgirl in a local department store during their first, poverty-stricken years of marriage, she'd been the same way.
Liz kept the door of her bedroom open so that she could continue to talk to Rodney as she changed. He could hear the zip as she took her dress off, and he quickly drowned his imagination of her standing naked in there, a few feet away, by swallowing his gin and tonic. He looked down at his glass again, embarrassed. How stupid he'd feel if the lovely woman in the next room knew he was thinking such things? He drained his glass, and as the gin swirled in his stomach and fused through his blood, a strange confidence that he'd never possessed before seeped through him. He was a man, wasn't he? Why shouldn't he be excited by the lascivious thoughts of a pretty young woman naked?
Rodney Foster was stunned by Liz Clark's change into "something more comfortable". She wore short-shorts of bright red, so tight that her pubic mound and its teasing little cuntal cleft was impressed on the cloth between her white thighs. Her long, statuesque legs, bronzed from the summer sun, were bare and curvaceous, and her belly was just as tanned and nude between the band of her shorts and her strained halter. Her breasts quivered, barely concealed by the thin halter, and Rodney could almost make out her nipples. Her sparkling green eyes sparkled vivaciously and with a hint of fire.
She moved panther-like to the couch. "You finished your drink. I'll make you another." She seemed to catch his wide-eyed stare for the first time. "What's the matter, Rodney? I plan to go out and suntan after you leave. I hope this isn't too much for you." She smiled slyly as she undulated toward the kitchen. "Don't forget, I won't eat you."
She didn't add the word she was thinking: "Yet."
Before he could protest, Liz was back out of the kitchen, gin bottle in hand, glasses full of ice and tonic. "I thought it would be better if we made them out here from now on, don't you?" She didn't wait for his strangled reply, but sat down very close to him and crossed one slim, tanned leg over the other, tightening the material of her shorts until the pulsating slit of her pussy was sharply defined, and as she mixed his drink and handed it back to him, she leaned forward so that a good deal of her creamy, globular breasts were exposed to him – with just the bare hint of her ruby colored and rock hard nipples. He felt a flush creep up his neck. Yet he was unable to take his eyes off her provocative lushness. Like it had a life of its own, his cock gave a tentative spasm against his underpants, and his testicles contracted with a lewd spark of excitement. Quickly he took a long pull on his gin and tonic.
Liz chuckled to herself, knowing the effect that her actions as well as the liquor were having on his normally cautious, unassailable character. She drank from her glass, savoring the juniper taste of the gin and the bitterness of the tonic; alcohol increased her own sexual fervor, too, though she could control herself if she was so inclined; now that she was with Rodney Foster.
Yes, she mused, Mr. Rodney Foster was hers, no mistake about that, even if he didn't know about it yet. She felt the initial droplets of her lubricants begin to flow from the sensitive walls of her vagina as she considered what would be taking place within the next hour. Brother, was she going to have this guy fuck her… it would be one fuck he'd never forget, after her being so long an outcast in Pickford's Meadows!
Rodney felt a warm lethargy overtake him as he drank his third gin and tonic. The quickly swallowed drinks were doing exactly what he had hoped the liquor would do – help him forget his troubles, and if he got drunk, all the better as far as he was concerned. And of course it wasn't every day that a man had the opportunity to get looped with a young vivacious woman as lovely and sensual as Liz Clark. She was really something, he thought admiringly. How could any husband ever leave her? She exuded pure animal sex dressed in that tiny halter and shorts; a sudden change from the demure secretary to a teasing, alluring woman of the flesh, with a miasma of sexual fire encompassing her as she walked, talked, breathed.
What he'd like to do right now, right this very minute if he wasn't married, was to take Liz in his arms and kiss her, touch her firm, proud breasts… oh, nothing more than that, he hastily added to his thoughts; he wouldn't fuck her or anything – but God she was so damned desirable, so damned hot-looking! He moistened his lips with the cool liquid of his drink, already mentally kissing her soft, coral lips, caressing her vibrating white breasts and tweaking the pink rimmed nipples he could almost see.