The drinks tasted flat in Walter's mouth as he sat at the table, staring. Staring at the dim light of Grace's office window. They had been in there for almost half an hour with no sign of life. No one left, no one else came in. With a final gulp of his drink, Mr. Cunningham rose slowly up to his feet.
"Where you going, Walter?" asked Bill Hendricks.
"Bathroom," he muttered.
Walter wandered from the bar. He didn't want to see it anymore… that window. He knew what was happening inside, what his wife and the young lifeguard were doing. But he was almost positive the young man was Teresa's current boyfriend. He shook his head. Things happened fast, he told himself. He just wasn't keeping up with current events.
He grinned and wondered if Johnny Carvel had seen the young man enter Grace's office. He couldn't help but enjoy the humorous idea of Johnny Carvel being more upset by Grace's voracious sexual habits than her own husband was. Walter had known for many years that Grace always maintained an outside relationship with one flashy guy or another but never let it bother him. Hell, he had his fun too.
As long as Grace kept her affairs neat and secret it was actually convenient for him. His apologetic calls from the office about having to work late were always accepted by her with enthusiasm. When he played, she played. Monogamy just wasn't their thing.
But the young man bothered him. It wasn't like Grace to get involved with someone as risky as her daughter's boyfriend, a youth who might talk or become emotionally involved. Especially within sight of her bartender lover… she was underestimating the repercussions of jealousy.
Walter snapped out of his concentrated thought when he saw Eileen approaching. Through his somewhat glazed eyes he enjoyed the limber sway of her hips, the graceful bounce of her long red hair.
She stopped right in front of him with her eyes downcast. Walter wondered how deeply his rejection of her offer had affected her.
"Hello, Eileen," he softly said.
"Mr. Cunningham," she said. "I should apologize for my behavior on the dance floor."
His eyebrows lifted and a happy smile came across his face. "Huh? Why? There's no need to apologize."
"Yes there is. I was very forward, I had no right to ask what I did."
His hand reached out to lift her face up by the chin. "You had every right," he said. "You were honest, sincere and very flattering."
A tear was building in her eye as she said, "But I was wrong to think you'd accept me."
"I was wrong not to."
His statement caught her by surprise. Eileen stepped back and looked at him with hope. "You were wrong?"
He nodded. "And if you'll forgive an old man his lack of clear thinking when what he wants is offered I'd like to change my answer from 'no' to 'yes.'"
"Yes?" she asked.
"If you'll have me," Walter seriously replied.
Her face beamed with joy. "When?"
Walter gazed around the dance floor and it reminded him of his wife's disappearance. "We have an old saying in the business world: 'There's no time like the present.'"
Teresa stood by the punchbowl and watched her father and Eileen over the shoulder of a young, joke-cracking tennis enthusiast. When she saw her father walk casually to the side door end exit she knew something was in the wind. Eileen didn't return to the group, instead she slowly walked to the main entrance of the dance hall and suddenly was gone.
Teresa's pulse was pounding in her temples and she felt a warm thrill. The thought of Eileen telling her everything about it, explaining in great detail what it was like to sleep with her father, made Teresa's body flood with curious excitement.
Eileen walked through the parking lot like Mr. Cunningham had said. When she reached the edge of the golf green she stopped and stood alone in the darkness. The soft purr of an electric motor grew louder in her ears. Then there he was. Cutting across the grass in an electric golf cart with a striped awning on top and Terra-Mar Country Club stenciled on the side.
He stopped in front of Eileen and giggled. "I hope they don't notice this is missing," he said.
Eileen sat beside him and asked, "Where are we going to go?"
"To my secret hideaway, my dear," laughed Walter as he pressed the pedal to the floor and the golf cart whizzed off into the night.
Eileen excitedly held onto the frame work of the cart as it zipped over the grass, around sand traps, past a grove of trees, then abruptly turned toward the edge of the green. In the moonlight she saw the pointed roof of a small building almost hidden in the trees and shrubs surrounding the course.
"There?" she asked.
Walter nodded while searching for the small path winding into the dense bushes and leading to the cottage. The branches of small trees slapped at the canopy top of the cart as he maneuvered down the narrow walkway. Suddenly they were beside the cottage and he stopped.
"What is this place?" asked Eileen.
"Before this property was purchased by the country club it was an estate. This is one of the only original buildings still standing. All the rest were torn down. It was the ground keeper's cottage," said Walter.
"Does anyone live here now?" asked Eileen.
"No. Several of us husbands got together and leased it as a private clubhouse for our Wednesday night card games. Other than that it's never used."
Walter pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the large, solid-oak front door while Eileen stared at the beautiful dream house with ivy-covered walls. As she stepped inside the dark doorway Walter moved ahead and nicked on a lamp.
The large downstairs room was lavishly decorated with a long bar, several leather chairs and a round card table covered with green velvet. It was indeed a place for men, she surmised. Trophy trout, elk heads and photographs of men at their different sports covered the walls.
"This is where we play cards," said Walter.
"For money?" she asked.
He grinned. "Money… and other things… "
"What other things?" Eileen asked.
"Follow me," he said while leading the way up the stairs with cautious steps.
Walter felt good. He had stopped drinking just in time. Any more would have been too much, any less not enough to maintain the carefree, giddy feeling he had. He knew he was violating a firm club rule by bringing Eileen here but he didn't care; after all, he was president of the club-within-a-club and they would never know anyway.
When he reached the top of the stairs he stood in the dark and waited until Eileen gently bumped into him.
"Oh, excuse me, Mr. Cunningham."
He put his arms tenderly around her shoulders and whispered softly in her ear. "You must promise that everything you see and hear tonight will be kept strictly between you and me. The fact that we were here, the room you are about to see… everything."
She gazed up into his twinkling eyes, her face beamed with the thrill of secrecy. "I promise," she said.
He brought his hungry mouth down to hers and felt her suck greedily at his lips. The mouths pressed hard together as her tongue snaked curiously along his teeth, beside his gums and to scoop deeply at his liquor-tasting saliva.
Walter hadn't tasted anything so fresh in years. Her clean, bare lips caressed against his like soft silk, the eagerness of her sucking mouth and exploring tongue threw his senses into a whirlwind of excitement. The press of her lithe, soft body up against his made his cock pound with heat and grow into a stiff erection.
She felt the cock lifting in his pants, felt the hard knob jutting against her belly, slowly edging higher and higher until it was a straight shaft of iron. Eileen rolled against it, put her full weight on it to hug it between them. His hands moved down from her shoulders to cup the haughty curve of her ass and pull it up and tight against the grinding of his hips.
Eileen's breath was instantly out of control. She gasped for each lungful of air as his hands covered her ass and massaged through the fabric of her short skirt. She could feel his fingers digging deep, burrowing into the channel between her buns, pressing against her anus, causing her knees to feel weak and her pussy to leak.
He pulled away and left her standing with poor balance. Taking her by the hand he led her to the doorway at the end of the short hallway. He opened it and turned on the light. She had never seen a larger bed in all her life. A four-poster with all the frills and decorations she would have expected to find in the home of an ancient spinster.
"Apparently the ground keeper enjoyed his love fife," remarked Walter. "It's been said that after his wife died he had a hell of a time keeping the estate owner's maids, governess and daughters all content. In fact, the bed is rumored to have been a gift from the lady of the house."
"I can't believe it! It's so big!" exclaimed Eileen.
Walter laughed. "On Wednesday nights each of us chips in twenty dollars to hire someone beautiful enough to compliment this outstanding bed. The big winner of the night enjoys himself up here as an extra bonus."
Eileen sat on the edge of the bed. It was a firm mattress with expensive bedding. Then she saw Walter was removing his jacket and took the cue. She didn't want to appear inexperienced so she kicked her shoes off and started to unbutton her blouse. But she had to ask.
"How many men play in the card game?"
"Six." He was removing his pants and she saw the giant bulge in his shorts.
Quickly she added it up. Six men at twenty dollars each meant the lucky lady earned one hundred twenty dollars in one night. Plus she earned it in this beautiful bed. Eileen realized she'd have done it for free just to be privileged enough to sleep here.
He was nude and waiting. Eileen's pulse was pumping hard throughout her body. She had made it with guys before but never like this. Never where they just got undressed and climbed into bed. Usually it was in a car after a long, drawn-out session of necking with lots to drink. This was so open, so much like two married people, so committed.
His cock was large, large and red. It stood stiff and high as he moved to her side and sat. With gentle hands Walter helped her unbutton the rest of the blouse, then reached back to undo her bra. When he saw the adolescent ripeness of her small, cone-like breasts with the pointed, beige-fleshed nipples, he licked his lips. They were exactly as he had pictured them.
She stood in front of him as he unzipped her skirt and let it drop down her long, slender legs. She was wearing panty hose with scanty bikini pants underneath. He took his time and enjoyed the act of rolling the hose down her velvet-soft thighs until she stepped free of them.
He could feel the heat of her nude body against his face, he could see the muscles of her stomach trembling with nervous excitement. When he hooked a ringer inside the elastic of her white panties her whole body shuddered involuntarily and a hand came up to her mouth.
Walter looked up at her face and saw she had her eyes closed. She was putty in his hands, afraid to move, afraid to do anything but let him do what he wanted. And screaming inside for him to do everything he wanted. He tugged the panties down on her hips until the first wisps of red pubic hair peeked over the elastic band.
He left them there and turned her around. The panties were halfway down the slope of her rump so that the uppermost part of her crack showed. He eased them down until each round, proud cheek of glowing white flesh was fully exposed to his anxious eyes.
Her ass was gorgeous. He had dreamed of it a hundred times. Pictured the flawless skin, the husky thrust, the depth of shadow of her crack. It was better than his dreams. Like two giant scoops of peach ice cream snuggled next to each other with a tasty cherry down deep between.
Walter leaned forward and kissed each cheek. He felt her body shake and heard the deep rasping of her breath. He could smell the odors of her heated crotch, the fumes of her running motor, the aroma of good things cooking.
With her back still to him he pulled the panties down to her ankles and watched as she stepped free. The merest hint of her pink twat showed for a second deep between her buns and thighs before she stood tall again. He wanted to savor each second with her, enjoy the freshness of her body to the utmost degree.
She faced him and he saw the shyness of her expression. She was embarrassed, unsure of herself. Her arms came up to cover the inadequacy of her breasts, her legs were tight together to hide the sparsity of her pubic hair. Eileen had hoped they would meet in the dark and undress while rolling about on the bed. That way he'd never get to really look at her and see how skinny and flat she was. She knew she was nothing compared to Mrs. Cunningham with her enormous breasts, full hips and obvious experience.
Walter smiled warmly and said, "You're beautiful, Eileen. Very beautiful."
"Me?" she stammered.
His hands went to her hips and drew her close as he said, "You."
He kissed each fragile nipple once and watched as they responded into hard bumps of red flesh. Goose bumps dotted the meat of her breasts and the trembling of her breathing made her shoulders involuntarily rock forward. Walter cupped the cool fullness of her ass in his hands and pulled her shaking body down onto his.
The feel of her light, squirming body against his made his cock throb with power and his guts wrench with eagerness but Walter took his time. His fingers followed the valley of her ass down until he caressed the small hole of her anus. Eileen's hips started to respond instantly by working diligently at the solid spike before her.
Walter felt the soft caress of her pubic hair rubbing back and forth against his cock, felt the heat of her twat against his testicles. His hand reached deep into the softness of her ass and inner thighs until his fingers touched the slippery moisture of her running box.
Eileen's legs moved apart until the knees rested on each side of his thighs. His fingers probed into the firm-lipped opening of the gushing, steaming gash. Walter pressed his middle finger deep into the snug hole and twirled against the drooling walls of her quivering cunt.
She was kissing his mouth, his eyes, his face and neck as his hand drove her passion beyond containable limits. With a panicky gasp she gulped for air as the bolts of furious pleasure began to rebound throughout her grinding, jerking, shuddering young body.
Walter lay back and kept stabbing his finger into the screaming hardness of her clitoris as she lost all control and clung to his body like a drowning mermaid. Her hips battered down repeatedly at him, she ground her breasts huskily against his hairy chest and cried with happiness in his saliva-soaked ear.
"Oh! Oh! Uhhh!" she groaned as the torrents of unequalled happiness started to ebb.
Walter rubbed his free hand up and down the ridge of her spine while inserting his finger deep into the tight cunt to feel the final spasms of orgasm. She was limp, spent, satisfied and happy as she lay in his stroking arms. Then she felt his hands gently urging her onto the bed beside him.
Eileen rolled off him onto her back. With alert eyes she looked into his face for instruction.
"Open your legs wide apart," Walter said.
Eileen stretched her curving limbs far to each side. In the dim lamplight, the soft flesh of her inner thighs shined with moisture spilled from her cunt. Walter gazed down at the crimson lips of her tiny twat, at the red hair which looked like the flicker of flame from a match ignited in her crotch. The folds of her ass supported her cunt like a pedestal of flesh.
She expected him to mount her. To fill the aching void in her cunt with his hard meat. But he didn't. Instead, Walter stretched across the bed and laid his head between her sweet thighs to sniff and taste the treats of her vibrant pussy.
He licked away all the drool on her thighs and felt the shaking return to her body. As his tongue worked closer and closer to the tissues of her cunt she grew more and more tense, more and more excited. He ran his tongue down to taste the delicious wet on each cheek of her squashed rump.
Her thighs quivered and goose-bumps dotted the white flesh as he drove his tongue between the cheeks of her ass to lick her anus into a tight, contracted knot. Then he swept up to the gleaming lips and abruptly stabbed his tongue deep inside the hug of her burning walls.
"Ahhhhh…" she sighed as she felt the pliant mass soothe the apprehension away.
Walter had never tasted a more delicious, fresher cunt in his life. It tasted like pure, clean flesh and gushed streams of delicate cream into his sucking lips. He drew the loose flesh into his mouth and jabbed his tongue as far inside as it could reach. Her thighs clamped around his head and she hoisted her lithe body hungrily up to his face.
He licked her pubic hair until it clung flat like a greased hairdo and sucked her navel until she groaned with distraction. She was crying for his cock, moaning with pain to feel the glorious fill of her steaming crack with his mighty pillar of hard muscle.
Her hand was grabbing at the cock, pulling it, trying to guide it up her leg to the cravings of her crotch. But Walter took his time and enjoyed mouthfuls of her small breasts and puckered nipples before crawling high enough to touch into the slickness of her cunt.
She was humping up at him eagerly, trying to wrap her screaming cunt around his shaft. "Please! Please… Mr. Cunningham… Please put it in me!"
He kissed her mouth to silence her and grabbed down to hold each of her thighs with his hands. He lifted them up high and bent them back toward her shoulders. Her crotch was opened up to him fully, the crying lips of her juicy twat sat vulnerably before the flared head of his poised cock.
As he parted his lips from hers, Eileen managed to mouth the word, "Please."
The pulpy head of his rod pressed solidly into the wet lips of her cunt and they parted into a wide, tight clamp of moist flesh around him. He pushed and the cock-head stretched the opening wide enough to dig inside. Eileen sucked in a deep breath of air as she felt the straining mass of his cock bite its way inside.
The fantastic squeeze of her small twat embraced every entering inch of his cock as Walter steadily pushed deeper and deeper. The firm flesh of her body trembled under him as he sank his stick to full depth and heard the painful moan come from her gurgling throat,
"Ohhh…" she sighed.
It felt like his cock was wrapped with a thousand burning rubber bands as the muscles of her cunt started shuddering and clamping at him. The flowing liquids creamed around the large guest to welcome it, bathe it with gratitude, cry with happiness all around it.
The grate of his flared head inflamed the tissues of her box as he slowly pulled up and almost all the way out. The deep regions of her cunt felt terribly empty after the cock moved away. She squirmed and lifted up for more. Walter plunged down deep to refill the void with crashing cock and make her shuddering muscles shudder with climax.
Eileen strained up and let out a shrill cry as her belly collapsed and her hips jutted fiercely into the filling stab of his rod. Her insides began to shake and rumble, she grabbed at empty air with her toes, wrapped her arms possessively around his shoulders and kept heaving her glorying pussy up for more and more of the cramming cock.
Walter kept pumping, driving his meat deep and fast as her hole stuttered around it. The spasmodic grabs of her pussy walls tore at his pecker each time it moved. His legs flexed, his hips jerked, his rump dipped deep between her upraised thighs to chum his stick deeper and deeper into the delicacy of the climaxing cunt.
He reached down and grabbed her ass to hold her writhing torso steady as he plastered himself repeatedly in and out. She was young and hard, eager and willing, she took everything he could manage to shove inside her. His fingers pressed into the tender hole of her ass and she squirmed.
But he inserted his middle finger inside the tight ring and watched her surprised face look up with shock. Beads of sweat coated her upper lip, she tried to speak, to beg him not to probe her ass… but no words came out. Instead a deep sigh of great pleasure issued from her sweet lips, her large eyes were closed away behind the lids.
Walter twirled his finger around as he stabbed his cock faster into the cunt. Her climax had passed and now he could feel her working at him. She was trying to learn, trying to match his rhythm and tempo. As he shoved in she lifted up to catch his thrust. As he withdrew she lowered with a washing twist.
Walter slowed his pace and she caught onto the steady dance of his experienced cock. Steadily they pumped their hot organs in and around each other until Eileen's breath caught, she gasped, another climax was coming. Walter maintained the rhythm and she did her best to keep control.
But her rasping breath grew louder, she bent her head way back and groaned, "Oh-Mr. Cunningham, it feels so wonderful, so great!"
His cock was melting with fire, the tip tingled and felt like it was going to explode. He could feel the sperm rising in his guts, the length of his cock felt electrically wired, the cream was about to come. He jammed his cock deep into the cunt just as it ignited into another surging climax of sucking muscles and jerking hips.
He cemented her cunt with sperm. It issued in thick, pasty spurts of pure white to coat the inside of her cunt with sticky, hot glue. Eileen felt her box filling with the boiling milk, the hot butter, the churning cream and she pulled his humping body down tight onto hers.
His hips ground with animal abandon between her legs as gush after gush of his cream was given to her. She was proud, honored to know that her pussy was filled with the mature sperm of this man she admired so much. Her legs wrapped around his to hold him in the position forever.
Walter relaxed and let his body revel in the sweet embrace of her thighs. His hips followed each spurt of jizm to plow the head of his cock deep inside her. She humped up happily to take each thrust fully.
The frantic nature of their fucking eased off and he slowly worked his cock in and out of the cream-smeared pussy until the hardness started to die away. Then he withdrew it and heard her moan with disappointment.
"All good things must come to an end," he whispered into her ear.
"I know. But that was so good. I wish it could just go on forever," she said.
Her face was glowing with the satisfaction of an accomplished woman. She no longer looked like a juvenile to him, she radiated her maturity, her ability to please and be pleased. Walter sat on the edge of the bed and said, "I know, I'd like to do it once again but unfortunately I'll have to rest up a while."
"Can we take a nap?" Eileen eagerly asked.
He shook his head. "No, I have to get back to the party before I'm missed."
"Oh."
"Mrs. Cunningham might be through with her business in the office and wonder where I am," he said.
"Oh," she said with disappointment.
Impulsively, Walter turned to her and asked, "What's going on between Teresa and that young lifeguard… what's his name?"
"Alan? What do you mean?"
"Are they still going out?"
Eileen shook her head. "No, not anymore."
"Why not?"
"Well…" she said, then stopped.
Walter looked down at her. "You're not going to keep secrets from me now, are you?"
She smiled. There was no reason for her not to tell him, Teresa hadn't sworn her to secrecy. "She was going out with him but Mrs. Cunningham didn't like it. She told Alan to stay away from Teresa… "
Walter's eyebrow lifted. "Oh? And how did she manage to persuade him?"
Eileen's face flushed with embarrassment. "Oh… I don't think I should say, Mr. Cunningham."
He put his hand softly against her cheek and said, "I think you should, Eileen. I'm only asking because I want to be sure Teresa is happy. I know about the affairs of my wife, I usually find out one way or another. But this is a new one and it smells fishy."
"Fishy is right," she emphatically said. "Teresa really liked Alan and she was awfully mad when Mrs. Cunningham stole him from her!"
"Stole him? Is she sleeping with him?"
Eileen held nothing back. "Yes. It got Teresa mad enough to make a play for Mrs. Cunningham's usual boyfriend."
"The bartender? Johnny what's-his-name?"
"Carvel." Eileen nodded. "Yes, she wanted to show her mother that two can play the same game."
Walter stood up and inhaled deeply. "Well, I'd better straighten this mess out before it goes too far," he mumbled.
"Do you want me to go with you?" Eileen asked.
"No," he answered. "You stay here and take a nap. After I have a talk with my wife she'll probably run home in a rage. I'll most likely feel like staying here for the night."
Eileen slid under the luxurious covers of the bed. She liked the idea. "Okay, I'll be waiting."
"Fine."
Walter dressed quickly and went to the bathroom. His mind was clear, the effects of the liquor were worn off. He knew what he had to do, something he didn't look forward to, but a necessity to maintain peace between the two women who lived with him.
The cool evening air felt good as he climbed into the golf cart and steered it down the path to the golf course. He kept it at full speed and aimed for the lights of the clubhouse in the distance. He knew he'd, have to tell Grace he was aware of what she was doing and to stop it immediately. But that would lead to her cross-accusations concerning his frequently working late. The whole thing would erupt into a silly argument about who was more in the wrong.
But he was going to do it. Anything to save Teresa from the torture of a meddling mother.