She felt his copious jism run down to stain her shorts. Suddenly she hugged herself in ecstasy. No one had seen or could suspect her adulterous act. And if ever there was a sex mating potent enough to produce a child this was it. Her body glowed with erotic joy taken, and the hoped-for life he'd spent into her. The tragedy of Treeline was turning out to be a momentous and even blessed event in her life!
"Ass," muttered Hank as he wandered about the empty town. "Hot, succulent ass!" His success with Nina really excited him. He'd had no such success, especially recently. It was as if the higher Kathy went in her hot little explorations-the mayor, the chief of police-the lower he went. He kept trying to even the score with the wives of the men Kathy seduced, with no luck. Until Nina. Of course some of them were dogs, and those he'd never chased. He'd finally been reduced to one lonely farm wife who came to town once in a while when her husband went hunting, and she was no beauty.
He walked with a bottle, taking an occasional pull, but he wasn't drunk and he didn't drink much. He kept an eye out for inhabitants that might need help but saw none. The deputies and Nina must be back there in the center. Up here he heard the distant roar of the coming fire and saw huge clouds of white smoke. Once he saw a flash of flame. He wasn't frightened; he didn't feel like leaving.
All he could think about was that sudden, exotic sex with Nina Piatt.
That led naturally to another hot object of his fantasies-Kay Simpson and her glorious ass. Now there was a woman built like a dream, especially in the rear. Hank was no ass man but any male in town would make an exception for Mrs. Kay Simpson. She showed it off plenty, too, but he'd never heard anybody claim he'd scored. She was a flirt, a tease, that was all.
He'd worked for the Simpson's yesterday afternoon-worked and drank until he passed out in their garage where he spent the night. Naturally they'd left, but he found himself wandering around behind their huge house, almost mountain mansion. They had a large, city-type swimming pool right in the back yard. He headed there…
Kay Simpson sat in the chaise lounge by the side of her pool, wearing a yelow two piece bathing suit and sipping a Tom Collins, her favorite drink, as if the fire were a thousand miles away. She'd hidden out all last night and this morning. She had no intention of leaving her big beautiful house… at her side was a diving mask and two tanks of oxygen.
She looked up startled when Hank appeared. She'd thought the town deserted. The deputies had already marked her place as checked out and empty of human life, and she expected no more visitors.
She tried to hide the unpleasant turn his coming gave her.
"Well, Hank, haven't you left town yet?"
His eyes were hot; he looked stunned when he first saw her and then he grinned.
"I had unfinished business. How come you're here? Where's Todd?"
"Todd, the coward, roared out of here the first thing yesterday in the Caddy," she said. "I'm here to protect my house."
"From the fire?" he sounded astonished.
"Not from the fire, Hank. From vandals. My house has thousands of dollars of high-priced art that there was no time to move. It's after the fire I worry about."
"Won't be anything left."
"Wrong. I see you don't know much about fires. I've been through a couple in another place Todd and I owned. Great patches get skipped. By the time you get back, you're pillaged. Sometimes the vandals, sometimes the guards that are supposed to protect us from vandals."
"You could get killed."
She kicked the oxygen tanks with her foot. "I have the pool and these. I can stay under a long time. If the fire hits here, the worst is over in a half hour."
Hank squatted to look at the tanks, but his eyes roamed up and down her body, the tanned, naked thighs, the curving legs, her crotch, her soft belly and her full breasts. She psyched him at once. The man looked at her as if she were a piece of meat to be devoured. She felt her nipples tighten against her swim bra. Imagine!
"I'll help you get some of the stuff out of the house," he said. "Some of it we could sink in the pool."
"Forget that," she said. Inside there were bedrooms and screams wouldn't be heard. She didn't want him in the house.
"No problem," he said. He rose and started for the house.
She was beside him like a flash. "No Hank. The fire either hits or it misses. I-I'd rather have you help me check out the diving gear, the scuba." Her soft hip pressed his. Her arm twined with his. Her beautiful blonde face looked up, appealing. "Well-"
She got him in the pool. She knew the risks. He was randy and she was one of the two or three best-looking women in town. Blonde, voluptuous, tanned, with all the right curves and a pretty face. Sensual lips. Men were always on the make for Kay Simpson.
It was worse than she thought. He followed her into the pool awkwardly, dressed only in his shorts, splashing around, trying to catch her, like a dumb kid. She babbled about testing her tanks, but he was turned on all the way by the glisten of the water on her smooth graceful figure. Sooner or later he would catch her.
For Hank the turning point was when she turned her back on him and walked towards the pool. There was the sinuous back, broad shoulders, the hollow of her backbone, the soft muscles working-and down, down to that breathless woman ass. Two sexy indentations above the bones and then flawless buttocks.
Hers were not quite full, and perfectly shaped, curved with just enough woman's enlongation. Cheerful, upturned horizontal lines. And just the right thrust of soft inner thighs below. Her crack made him hard. The swim trunk wrinkles pulled this way and that as she walked. Beneath those sexy hams was a tight plug hole and Hank meant to fuck into it if he died for it.
But the first time he caught her he simply hugged her, enjoying the feel of her yielding, smooth flesh, her warmth and the water's added slickness. His hands cupped her buttocks and he kissed her.
"Oh, aren't we puh-playful!" she gasped and broke loose to swim away. She was a little turned on herself. Hank wasn't bright, she thought, but he's built like a master athlete. His hard cock in that brief embrace made her stomach tickle.
The second time he caught her it was in shallow water and he didn't fool around. He shoved his hand inside her trunks, right between her buttocks and down to her cunt. He frigged her.
"Oh, Hank, oh," she said trying to avoid his kiss and managing to excite him even more by her reticence.
"I got to have it, Kay. I always wanted you. Today I'm getting it."
She wanted to cry in protest. She wanted to order him around as his lofty employer, but his fingers made her cunt swell and her belly to sing and she began to feel weak, sexed up and vulnerable. Well, why not? It would surely keep him out of the house.
"Hank, I-I'm not for adultery," she gasped. "But I'll eat you-your-cock."
He grunted and pulled her right up to the shallow edge. "So eat," he said and presented her with a big, stiff cock that blew her mind. It was straight as a die and the big head looked deliciously serious and sexy. It sparkled from the water, a hungry sex root determined to flower inside her body.
"Uhhhh," she went and bent and took it between those soft, sensual lips.
"Ahhhhhh," he went and dry-throbbed in pleasure. She felt his hands sliding up and down, shaping on her back, going lower and lower. By the time he pulled down her trunks and began to squeeze and play with her buttocks, patting them with a meaty sound, she was hot. She snorted over the stiff cock, slippery now with her soft saliva and played with his balls. Why wasn't Todd built like this? There was something to adultery after all. Her clit was swollen and sending off hot flashes of desire by the time he began to frig her again.