Bill sulked in the van. He only pursed his lips and glared when Janet spoke to him. He didn't like his wife's assignment for the evening, nor the obvious relish she had for it.
Janet's coppery hair flowed long over her ivory shoulders. Her halter showed the buds of delectable nipples. Her luscious breast showed at the sides of the shimmering white fabric.
Bill stewed as she walked away. The red miniskirt swayed from her flaring hips. She teetered a little on high heels, exaggerating the sensuous swing of her ass. The perfectly matched hemispheres of Janet's buttocks looked as succulent as a ripe, downy-skinned peach. It seemed that whoever bit that opulent rear would get a mouthful of honey.
Janet walked into the bar at the yacht club just before the last call. She saw Tom polishing glasses and found a stool right in front of him. "Creme de menthe, please-green."
Tom watched her in the mirror as he poured. Janet was a very high-powered sex bomb and she looked it tonight. Goddam! I'd love to have a big hunk of her ass tonight, he thought.
His cock sprang up like an arrow when Janet paid for the drink. She half-closed her eyes over the tiny glass and slid a bill across the counter. When Tom reached, she gently touched his knuckles with her cool-soft fingertips.
Tom couldn't keep his eyes off her as he prepared drinks for the few remaining patrons at last call. The fantastic, curvy redhead kept her eyes locked on him. She followed his eyes in the mirror, and slowly put the pointed tip of her pink tongue to the rim of her glass.
Tom had to look away. He was sure his zipper would burst if he had one more look from those wide-set green eyes. The redhead was obviously desperate for a cock. He wondered why. She was pretty and sexy enough to have any man in the place after her ass. The funny thing was, she'd come right into the bar and sat at the counter right away. Usually, Tom knew, women looked around, even if they wanted to be picked up.
She looked familiar, but Tom couldn't place her. Every time he tried to figure out who she was, he had to look away again. The bulge in his crotch was blatant.
Tom announced closing time to the members who hadn't left. The slow exodus started. He went back to putting glasses away as the patrons walked out the door.
"Excuse me," Janet said in her throaty contralto.
Tom turned around. The lush redhead stood with her gently-rounded belly pressing against the bar. Her firm tits projected over the bar. The circles around the woman's pinpoint nipples showed dark through the thin, shimmery white halter.
"May-I get some change from you," she asked. Janet heaved a sigh and her breasts rose and fell three inches. She drew a five from her purse and reached toward Tom.
"Of course, ma'am," he answered. He felt his ears reddening. Blood pounded in his temples. Tom's balls ached. He took the bill.
Janet's lewdness leapt like a spark when their fingers touched. Her skin actually shocked him. "How would you like it?" he asked. His throat was dry.
"Oh, just anything, really. Four quarters, I think." Janet's eyes narrowed. She could see that Tom was more than willing to give her all of the hard-bulging cock she'd watched in his pants. "Whatever you like," she whispered.
Tom, she sure as hell isn't talking about the money. I like those tits, and I've always loved red puss hair. "Right away, Ma'am, right away."
Tom fumbled in the drawer. Janet used every horny signal she could think of. Her long pink tongue traced the lush outline of her lips. She brought her fingers to her mouth as if she stifled a yawn, but touched her parted lips instead. The rounded redhead touched his hand again as he counted out the money, then swayed her hip entrancingly all the way to the door.
Tom followed her ripe ass through the room. "I have to lock up. Could you wait just a minute?"
"I'd wait more than that. I've been looking all night," Janet recalled what she'd been looking at. The smoldering heat in her pussy blazed up. Her clit felt as hot as a cutting torch.
Tom locked the money away without counting it. He adjusted his stiff cock. It had sprung up so suddenly when he'd seen Janet, that it pulled at his pubes.
The fog had come in. At two in the morning, the lawn above the yacht club's docks was a grey, shrouded place. Tom let himself out into the damp air and found the red-haired woman waiting for him.
"Hello," he said. I'm glad you waited." He put his arms round her. Her naked back was as smooth as an infant's.
"You hardly gave me time to leave," she smiled. Janet sobered. "I need a man badly. Please don't ask why."
"Here I am, and I won't ask." Tom kissed her marvously soft mouth. Janet slid her tongue into his mouth and their tongues fenced wetly. Her coral nipples bored into his chest like twin augers. Her arms went around Tom's neck. She pulled him close.
When Janet's ivory-skinned arms loosened the needful grip on his neck, Tom pulled his face back. Janet's tongue lingered on his lips for a moment. "My boat's not far from here," he said in a low voice.
"Could we… here? No one can see us if we go out onto the lawn. Please don't make me wait." Janet really was desperate. She meant every word, though she knew her husband was putting evidence on Tom's boat.
The short, curvy woman looked pleadingly at Tom. She raised her hands to her neck and undid the halter. It fell slowly, caressing her proud, round tits. Her nipples looked blood-red in the foggy glow. She turned and walked onto the soft trimmed green carpet of the lawn.
Tom followed. He wanted to feel those magnificent breasts against his chest. He unbuttoned his shirt as he walked. Janet's round ass seemed to wink at him as she teetered across the lawn. He pulled off his shirt.
Janet stopped to take off her high heels. Tom saw a brief wink of creamy buttocks and a trace of the dark cleft under her skirt.
The buildings were hidden in the fog. Baritone horns blew deep, regular notes. A soft, grey light surrounded the couple. Janet dropped her shoes and turned to face Tom again.
Her rosy-tipped breasts gleamed a pure, unsullied white in the foggy light. Her hands went to the fastener at the side of her skirt. Tom moved to touch her, and she shook her head. Janet opened the waist of the short red skirt and let it fall to the grass. She stepped out of it and Tom was dazzled.
The curvaceous redhead wore nothing but a crimson garter belt and sheer stockings under her dress. Her pubis showed a juicy curve under the thin, fine hair of her cuntal nest. Her soft belly smoothed down to elegantly rideable hips. Lush, full thighs met all the way down to her knees. The dark bands of her stocking tops set off the even, creamy tones of her skin.
Tom undid his pants. He kicked out of them. The night air cooled the lusty sweat that sprang up on his aroused body. Tom folded Janet in his arms.
Her cool, Creamy skin was soft. The gentle curve of her belly touched the length of his cock. Janet was softer outside than many women's pussies would ever be. The coral tips of her nipples warmed his chest like two glowing candles.
Janet looked up into his face. "Please, take me now, take me," she whispered. Her open lips invited a hard, savage kiss.
Tom's lips and teeth mashed down on her mouth. His tongue lanced into her, and her wet, red. tissues sucked at it. The woman leaned backward and Tom followed.
The damp grass under them didn't chill the couple's lusty heat at all. Janet broke the kiss and whispered, "Please! I'm ready for it now!"
Her legs were wide open. Janet rolled her hips upward, presenting her wet honey pot to his long, thick cock. She reached under her belly and guided the head into the tender, open mouth of her pussy. She made soft, groaning sounds as the prick head slid into her.
Janet strained to open her cuntal well to Tom's virile staff. The air around filled with the warm, fresh scent of her red-haired pussy. The wet oven of her flesh stretched slowly around the welcome intruder.
Tom gasped with pleasure. The steamy readiness of her runt was incredible. He'd felt the sensuous walls of many pussies, but Janet's cuntal caress was superb. Her hips seemed to divide to urge his cock in.
He slid home in the exquisite cunny. The fog muffled the sounds around them. All Tom's attention centered in the slurping contact of her flesh and his. He could feel the fine softness of every red hair on Janet's delectable pussy.
Around and around his prick slid. Janet panted under him, cooing with wet delight. The superlative femaleness of her loins engulfed him in a tender anguish. The shared mutual pleasure of their fucking laid every nerve bare.
Tom felt little razors of feeling slicing away the skin of his cock. The barrier between his body and Janet's dissolved and he was lost in the deep cup of her loins.
Suddenly, Bill Green screamed out of the fog, "Get the fuck away from my wife!" He ran full tilt at the couple and flailed at Tom with wind milling fists.
Tom jerked his cock out of Janet's pussy. He rolled across the wet grass. Who the hell is this lunatic? he thought, curling up to protect his balls from the man's heavy-shod feet. What the fuck is happening?
Bill aimed a last kick at Tom's back. His sole grazed Tom's ribs. "Come on, goddammit! Move your fuckin' ass, woman!" He yanked the naked redhead's arm, pulling her to her feet. She stumbled, reaching for her castoff skirt. Bill yanked her upright, scooped up the halter, and dragged her off into the fog.
Tom grabbed his pants and sprinted after them. He remembered the redhead's name now. Bill Green. William Green?W.G. That was his glove! That sonofabitch has Peggy! I shouldn't have fallen for that road's cunty trick!
Tom ran to the parking lot. He saw Bill's dark-blue van pull out of a space and 'come toward him. He ducked behind a row of cars. The van swerved and bounced off of a fender, swinging wide out of the lot. The noise was like immense trashcans slung viciously together.
Tom yanked his pants over his rapidly wilting cock. He had seen the van's license plate, but even without that he could identify it. How many dark blue vans are there around with one headlight smashed? He thought. He met the club security guard running up from his booth by the dock.
Peggy felt revulsion building inside her. Raoul lay on his back under her, his artificially maintained hard-on impaling her. The slender brunette sneered inside as he took the preferred wineglass from Sherry.
Jesus! She looks at him like a lovesick cow! I mean, he knows how to turn a girl on, but why in the world should I have to stay on his ugly old prick while he eats his midnight snack?
Raoul's face still glistened with Sherry's cuntjuice. It had been the blonde's fondling while Raoul had them both simultaneously that had revolted Peggy. She had loved the new, marvelously sustained sensations in her pussy, but Raoul must have felt her getting dry. He wouldn't let her stop. He lay on his back, eating big titted Sherry's cunt and moving his prick around inside Peggy's sore pussy.
Peggy heard the van squeal to a stop in the alley outside. The doors slammed, and Raoul scowled. "Why are those two fools making that noise?"
One of the doors opened and slammed against the wall. Janet shrieked, "Come on. Get up, get dressed! That goddamn husband of mine got the cops coming after us right now!"
Peggy braced her knees on the table and pulled off of Raoul's cock. She swung around hitting Sherry's slack-jawed face with her shin. The little brunette fell when she hit the floor but she scrambled on her rubbery legs.
Peggy was low and moving fast. She had just started unfolding from her all-fours scramble when she bounced off of Janet's still naked belly.
The redhead went down on her wide, creamy asscheeks. Peggy levered herself around with a yank on the doorjamb and ran for the front door – any door that Bill wasn't coming through.
Janet's coppery pubic hair flashed in the floodlights as she rolled onto her back. Her stockings gleamed on her white legs. She grabbed for Peggy's ankle and missed.
Raoul shouted, "Stop her!" He leaped off the table, cursing the splinters in a foreign tongue, full of harsh gutturals. He ignored Sherry, laying bloody-nosed on the floor.
Peggy wrenched at the doorknob. Her long, naked legs gleamed white as she ran down the steps and into the street. She tumbled to the ground in front of a skidding police car.
"Holy shit! Izzat the kid that's missin'?" The driver sprang out of the car.
"They're in the house, they're in the house," Peggy babbled over and over. Two more cars raced up. The officer bent over Peggy, then straightened and gestured to the door where a heavyset figure stopped, naked. Raoul's shoulders slumped.