Bright and early the next morning Hugh donned his chauffeur's uniform, backed the shining Mercedes Benz out of the garage and awaited Claudia and his employer, Maurier. They came down shortly, both of them staggering under the weight of packed valises.
Hugh drove rapidly but well, pleased with the smoothly running automobile, handling it as if it were part of himself. Occasionally he would glance up into the rear view mirror to glimpse Claudia and Maurier, huddled together in the back seat, kissing like a couple of high school kids.
Damned if he understood the girl; she slept with him, denounced Maurier for being an impotent fool, then offered him hot kisses.
Within two hours they pulled into Monte Carlo to find that small town burning under the morning sun and packed with tourists from every nation on the earth.
Maurier left the car and stood aristocratically, surveying the scene, passing judgment. "It is much too crowded here with peasants. I do not wish to associate with them. Drive on."
At the Italian border Maurier complained of hunger pains. Hugh left the car and waited while the customs officials, aware of their power but not their stupidity, pawed through the luggage. At length their passports were asked for, stamped and returned. Hugh had to lock the Mercedes up before he could enter the small cafй where Maurier and Claudia were already having lunch.
As he parted the beaded curtains of the cool place he recalled the old saying: 'French cooks have ruined Italian stomachs.' Let's see, he considered, how my stomach stands up under this. But he was aware too of the glowing colors of travel posters, the shapely waitresses, all built along the lines of Claudia, and the full-flavored aromas emerging from the kitchen.
Silver, red and purple-blue sea foods gave off the fragrance of the deep sea, while piled-up vegetables and fruit still damp from the morning dew reminded him how beautiful this land could be. No two ways about it, he was going to enjoy Italy.
He sat, thinking of the herbs from warm mountain slopes that mingled their scent with the marvelous cheeses and the spicy odors of dark-smoked hams and garlic-filled sausages.
"Man, I am hungry!"
"Do not act like a boor," warned Maurier. "You are in the company of a gentleman. Myself. Act that way if you are alone with Claudia."
Throughout the splendid meal Maurier was silent, totally aloof, but under the table Claudia's full-fleshed legs opened and closed upon Hugh's leg, imprisoning it. Only when she guessed that she had completely aroused him was his leg released.
On the way back to the car she whispered: "You have got it bad for me, haven't you?"
He looked at her lovely red hair, checked out the almost wanton lurch of her grinding buttocks and admitted aloud that for the moment he did have it quite bad for her.
Just before they entered the Mercedes, when Maurier was studying the distant sun-painted hills, Claudia wove her fingers into Hugh's hair and kissed him hard on the mouth.
Her lips were moist and warm, her breath sweet-smelling from wine, and when Hugh kissed her back hard, determinedly, his senses reeled. "Wait, we better stop this if I'm to keep my mind on the driving."
She looked so amazingly beautiful standing there, bare-armed and bare-legged under the hot sun. For a moment Hugh was forced to caution himself not to fall in love with her.
It was late when they pulled into San Remo and drove up to the pink-succeed, two-storied villa that Maurier had rented. Hugh waited until the two people left, each taking luggage; then he backed the car into the attached garage.
His rear bumper banged against metal. Hugh jammed on the brakes and twisted about to view an Alfa Romeo sports convertible. Easing forward, he twisted the steering wheel slightly and managed to back up this time without locking bumpers with the seemingly new, white car. That done, he picked up the remaining luggage and went up a wide, pebbled path and into the villa.
He entered a large room, the floor tiled in ceramic but sparsely furnished with cheap summer stuff. One wall held a dead fireplace. The other three walls had six-paned windows that opened out on the garden and further beyond the sea.
Hugh deposited the bags on the floor and went looking for Claudia. He found her in a small, whitewashed room. Her suitcase was opened on the bed and she was already hanging things in the closet.
"How do you like it?"
"Not bad so far. Where's his highness?"
Without turning she said: "He's taking a shower and preparing to go into the town and give the local fellows a look at real nobility."
"Then we will be left alone."
"Sex on your mind again, eh? Ahh, you naughty, naughty man."
"Where am Ito sleep?"
"There." Claudia turned and winked. "Next door to your loved one, namely me. Come."
She crossed the tiny foyer and shoved open the door. Hugh followed her into a room no larger than hers and just as badly furnished, containing a bed, a closet, a chair, a table and nothing else.
"Home, sweet home! Well, I could do worse." He unbuttoned the tunic. "I am boiling alive in this outfit. I'm going to change into jeans and a light shirt."
Just then Maurier, wet-haired and dressed in a linen suit and an open-collared silk shirt, passed by. He had a long cigarette screwed into a holder. "Getting yourselves settled? That's good. I'll dine by myself in the town. Out there in the kitchen I came upon some eggs and fruit which you two may eat."
Claudia placed her hands on her hips. "Just how old are those eggs?"
"They appear to be fresh.. Perhaps the renting agent left them."
"There must be someone else living here," offered Hugh. "I saw a new AIf a Romeo sports car in the garage."
"A white one?"
"Yes."
"Ahh, then my lady friend is here." Maurier's lips stretched into a smile. "The partying starts."
After he left Claudia shrugged. "Good for me that bitch is here. He won't be coming to me at night while she's around."
"Who the hell're you talking about?"
"An aging bitch, collects men like some people collect stamps. Somewhere in her forties I think, but what a cunt! Wait until she sets eyes on you."
Their dinner consisted of omelet's, bread and wine, and once hunger was satisfied Hugh's thoughts turned to sex. Claudia was so earthy. Her opened blouse displayed the generous and shapely bosom. Her arms were rounded and tanned, the hairs already golden. Her red hair, drawn smoothly back. heightened the effect of her marble-surfaced skin, her large eyes and full, beautifully curved lips.
"Can't have enough of me, can you?"
"Let's get into bed right now."
That he desired her filled Claudia with an intense and burning pleasure. "Immediately?"
"Now. I want to play with those tits, I want to stroke that ass. I want to put my face between those long legs and afterwards I want to put my stiff manhood in the place where it belongs."
"But it's been a long trip. We should rest, especially you, since you had to do the driving."
"We will rest. In bed."
"Well. I am here to serve you and since I want the same thing, come on." She got up from the table and threw her shoulders back, causing her bosom to gouge her blouse into many fine wrinkles. "My sexual power over you must indeed be strong."
Claudia unbuttoned her blouse, yanked it out of her skirt and right there, in the kitchen, began to disrobe.
He tried to embrace her but she fended him off expertly, avoiding his arms. "Let me get undressed first."
Hugh was laughing like a child. "One kiss."
"Very well. But just one."
Claudia's fingers hooked into his shirt; she pulled him roughly against her, pressed her lips to his and slid her tongue into Hugh's mouth.
Her tongue went in deep, its tip sliding along his teeth, and tapped against the roof of his. mouth until Hugh became wild and desperate. Slowly, they sank to the floor and there, on the linoleum covering, he tried to take her.
"Not here, in the kitchen," pleaded Claudia.
But when she felt his stiffened penis and saw the hungry look she experienced his full desire and relented. With a yielding sigh Claudia allowed her new lover to have his way.
Still clothed he entered her, shoving his hard staff deep into the warm depths. Her long body rose and she moved in a way that was now familiar but still extremely stimulating to him.
He was too eager, his orgasm already building up and on the way. But his abrupt movements soon had the girl frenzied and she held tightly, pulling him to her struggling body while she twisted her head from side to side. Her buttocks bounced on the cold floor, her long hair played out and her belly spasmed within minutes.
At the final moment, when joy was an explosion, Claudia listened to his manly gasps and dug her nails into the muscles lining his back, surrendering herself fully to the act.
Wine was drunk, talk exchanged and then they washed, went into her bedroom and slept. His watch read eleven and, fully refreshed. Hugh was ready for another round of pleasant lovemaking. The girl left the bed, pulled on her panties and went to the kitchen, searching for more wine.
The new bottle was opened and half finished when they knew, without passing a word, that it was time again to take one another.
The woman stretched luxuriously in the bed, obviously in a state of delirium. Her nipples were sharp points, darker than the skin of her sizable, ball-shaped breasts. Thin panties held her curving buttocks and through them could be seen the thick dark muff of pubic hair.
Now he stroked his penis which had hardened so that it was like a staff, encouraging the girl to come and touch him. She needed no further encouragement. In a moment she was all trembling, her breasts shaking like jelly.
"Oooh, it is so stiff!"
The embrace was tight. The man's weapon shot between her closing thighs and he palmed her twisting backside. She murmured as she caressed his back, telling him he could not penetrate while she wore the clinging panties. She lay back waiting, her eyes filmed over, a beautiful and passionate woman waiting to be loved, and he peeled the panties down her long legs.
"A dream of a girl!"
"Can't you.., put yourself into me… now!"
She spoke even as she wriggled her buttocks, all gasps, eager to be free of the protective panties. Then she put her arms about her lover's neck. He cupped her buttocks with one spread hand, bringing her up closer to him. His other hand followed the path of his phallus which was pointed in a direct line at her slit.
They kissed again, breaking only to draw in air, the man whimpering and the woman sobbing. He moved his opened mouth down her neck, biting it. With a cry she threw her head back, the long shining hair streaming past her shoulders, her loins pushing against his rigid manhood.
She let out such a frightening scream that he drew back, withdrawing his instrument But she pleaded with him to enter her again. "Please, please, it did not hurt but I have to make that scream! Ohhh, I have to, I have to!"
Sinuously, she crawled about the bed, the globes of her breasts rolling, her backside twisting and rounding to complete fullness. Now he was ready once more, licking his lips, shaking the heavy penis a few times, flinging beads of wetness from it. Then he went after her.
"Aggghhhh!"
He was atop her, propping himself up by flattening his hands on the bed. Muscles stood out on his thick forearms. She threshed beneath him, mouthing little cries. Her eyes were now tightly closed and her hand went to search for the stiff penis.
"Ooooo! Mine, all mine, every millimeter of it is mine!"
She stroked the aching weapon; winding her fingers about the fat base. Her legs fluttered and her arms beat the bed.
"Easy now… I am going into you." He wedged a hand under her rounded bottom, bringing it up simultaneously as his body was lowered.
"Easy… easy… I am almost in, almost all… the way.., into you!"
His tool was partially in. Then he gave a slight wriggle, encouraging her to swing her legs up, then down. The motion was-swift, and the rigid penis was in, causing the girl to gasp and sigh and scream, all from an unbelieved pleasure.
"Man! You are squeezing me!"
He started off immediately, giving it to her, pasting himself so close that his pubic hairs and her muff were as one. She whined as he placed a hand on either side of her twisting hips and went at her swiftly, using the strength of his hips and thighs.
The woman groaned, her face contorted with lust, her nostrils flaring and spittle flying out of her mouth. "Oooohh, no, ohhh no, no, no, noooo!"
He rammed her hard and she loved it. She squirmed, spread her legs wide apart, pulled them up high, bent them at the knees and urged him to make her happy.
He did. And a shrill sound emerged from her mouth. Her fluid bubbled up out of the opened slit, washing around the probing tool. soaking his hairs and even the sac of balls.
"I came," she shouted, "ohhh, did I come!"
When he finally reached the state of orgasm he sounded like a bull. He made the girl scream and climax again, for he was really screwing her primitively, like someone out of a, dark jungle who thrust her hard and harder and burst her apart.
"Gee, gee, geeeoooooow!" She yelled.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh," the man fought to hold on to his breath as the stuff squirted out of his penis.
Later, she opened her eyes wide and put a hand to her mouth. He felt drugged and crawled to his knees, still between the lovely, outstretched thighs.
"I hope that I made you happy because you made me damned happy!"
Around midnight, when the moon was bright over the sands of San Remo, people entered the villa and suddenly lights were on. Hugh, lying in bed with Claudia, heard the sound of voices. Claudia slid out of bed and crossed the floor, breasts and buttocks bouncing to push the door closed. She twisted the knob and searched the dark with her fingertips for the key.
"Damn it. They might burst in and discover us."
"So what? Maurier knows we've become lovers."
"It's that woman who worries me, she has lesbian tendencies."
"Come back to bed."
In the darkness her body gleamed like alabaster and the reddish hair tumbling down about her broad shoulders seemed black as ink. As she leaned over the bed her lush breasts thrust forward. Instinctively he reached up to pull her down against him.
She writhed, fighting like a tigress, but he gripped her with his strength, exercising powerful muscles, and soon her supple, warm body adhered to his. His kisses and fondlings fanned the flames of desire and with a few brief seconds Claudia's fears vanished.
She forgot about her employer and the woman he had returned to the villa with. Every spare portion of her curvaceous body fitted against Hugh's. She parted her rounded thighs to sink down and suck the upright penis into her trembling vagina.
"Uhh, uh, uhhh!"
It would have taken scant minutes for the lovers to reach mutual orgasm, but suddenly the door of the bedroom was flung back and light from the outside hall bathed their locked, throbbing bodies.
Still joined, they turned their heads to see Maurier and a tall, blond woman. At once they broke free, Claudia rising and fighting to catch her breath.
The blond woman gazed upon Hugh's body and his still upright penis. "O Ia, la! Maurier, you have indeed hired a chauffeur."
"Let them screw themselves into the grave." Maurier was drunk; he swayed on unsteady feet.
Claudia leaped from the bed, rushed past the night visitors into the room next door. She slammed the door hard and there followed the sound of a chair being placed against it.
The woman advanced into the room and lightly touched the pole of a penis which glistened from the stuff of Claudia's. pussy. "Ooooh, how wonderful! Abh, Maurier, I fear I shall have little time for you with this marvelous young man around."
"Fuck him if you want. Now, if he's willing."
Hugh rolled over, presenting the woman with his back. "Get out, both of you."
"Pity." The middle-aged blond sighed and followed Maurier out. "But perhaps tomorrow we might get better acquainted."