It was at just that point in her masturbatory reverie that Jocelyn came off! Her hand was working hard in her cunt, she was panting hard, and she heard herself moan out loud with pleasure." Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She hadn't come in three months, and it was beautiful! God, she loved to come! Ohhhhhh! It was good!
Several minutes passed before she cooled down and collected herself, and, even then, she still felt little tinges of delight in her overheated, soppy wet cunt.
With a start of apprehension, Jocelyn looked at the driver's rear view mirror, but, he appeared to be concentrating solely upon his driving. Knowing that if he had been watching her, he would glance back, she felt completely relieved to see he was not doing so. Primly, closing her thighs, she pulled her dress down and then opened her pocketbook for a tissue to dry her hand off. She would leave her pussy wet! It hadn't felt so warm and juicy in months!
Her sexuality temporarily satisfied, the thirty-three-year-old young woman gazed at the passing streets and houses of L.A. Everything was unfamiliar, but she guessed they were nearing her aunt's house-or, rather, her housel Really, it was pleasant to think one shouldn't have to worry very much about money any more!
Suddenly, the driver turned off the boulevard onto a quiet side street of large homes, and, Jocelyn recognized it from her visit twenty years in the past.
"Yes, this is the street, driver." “What number, again?"
"Number 4586. It's around that bend ahead on the right side of the street."
Rounding the curve, Jocelyn's eyes immediately lit upon the house. It was entirely changed from the way she had remembered it. She recognized the roof and the second floor, but the first floor had been substantially enlarged and enclosed with a brick facade that made the place look like quite a building! She saw three separate front entrances had been constructed, each with it’s own steps. The house was in excellent repair everything looked new and clean. She could hardly wait to see the inside! And, she had to laugh! Which inside? She didn't even know which entrance was hers!
They were still a house away when the driver stopped the cab.
"It's the next one," Jocelyn said.
"I know," he smiled at her through the rear view mirror briefly. "Just relax, baby. Only for a couple of minutes. I’ll be through by then."
"Through? With what?"
"Let's put it this way. Did you enjoy yourself on this ride, lady?"
"What-what do you mean?"
"I mean did you have a good time with yourself back there? That's what I mean, baby!"
Jocelyn began to realize what the man was saying." “You mean you-you saw…
"Everything! I saw every hair of your hot pussy! I've seen more than a few girls fondle themselves in my cab, but you were the hottest! God damn! You had your whole fucking fist up that hungry snatch of yours!"
Jocelyn was more bewildered than shocked. After all, living with Robin had resulted in dozens of persons, often complete strangers, watching her do a lot worse things than rub off!
"But, how could you see? I kept checking in the rear view mirror and you were never looking!"
"Not through that mirror, no," the driver chuckled, "Look above you."
Jocelyn looked up at the cab roof and saw the driver's leering face in a partially concealed mirror fastened there.
"Oh!" she gasped. "You did see!"
The driver was not handsome. He must have been about fifty-his features were coarse and brutish, his eyes lustful and loutish. He was ugly, but Jocelyn was not repelled after the first moment or so. Her mind's eye held a momentary image of the contrast this gross, apelike, leering lout would make lurching his coarse, heavy body into her relatively delicate, finely molded, white softness, spearing her cultivated, high-class, burning, randy fuck hole with his dirty, blunt, smelly, big, hard, oily, spurting prick! Driving it up her to the balls!
"You're God damned right I saw! Why do you think I was driving with one hand on the wheel?"
"I don't know-l didn't see," Jocelyn murmured, lowering her eyes in pretended shyness.
"Because I was jerking off watching you jerk your cunt off, that's why! The only reason I didn't shoot my load when you did was because I wanted to use two hands on it like I am now! Hear it?"
"Turn off the motor." Jocelyn smiled. "I like the sound of a man beating his meat!" “That's the way, honey!" the driver panted. "Relax until I finish myself off. Anyhow, you started it. You may be high class, but we sure share a lot in common!"
Jocelyn was altogether relaxed at this point. It seemed only fair for her to let him enjoy himself. She made an impish face and stuck out her tongue at him in reply to his last remark.
He laughed huskily. "How about showing me that beautiful cunt, again?"
Jocelyn nodded. This time, she slipped her panties down her slender legs, pulled her dress up to her tits, and spread her legs wide apart so that her wet cunt gaped in full view.
"Wow!" the driver chortled. "Wait 'til I tell Edna about this!"
"Who's Edna?" she asked, listening to the beat of his masturbating.
"My wife. She loves hearing me tell her about what I do. Frigs herself off as she listens, the hot cunted, ugly, old bitch! Hey, you wanna watch me come?"
Jocelyn leaned forward and, resting her head against the taxi meter, looked down at the driver's fat belly.
"Slouch down in the seat," she murmured. "Your stomach is hiding the view."
When he had done so, she saw the fairly long but very thick prick tightly gripped in his clenched hands. The head was large and slimy with preliminary, jerk-off froth.
"The balls!" she whispered. "Let me see your balls, too!"
Unzipping his trousers further, he reached inside and pulled out his big, hairy balls.
"Mmmmm!" she murmured. "Nice!"
"Oh, Christ, lady! I've got to come!"
With a muffled groan, the driver shot out his load, spurting it all over the steering wheel column in a long, obviously satisfying orgasm. Exhausted, he dropped his hands away as the last drops of gism oozed from his softening prick.
"Better wipe that off the wheel column" laughed Jocelyn, putting her panties back on. "Your next customer might be a little shocked."
The driver stuffed his fat, glossy cock back into his pants, not bothering to wipe the dripping sperm off it, and grinned.
"Fuck them!"
"Here." Jocelyn smiled, giving him a tissue from her pocketbook. “Wipe it off."
"Okay, okay! You're as bad as the old woman!" “But, prettier?"
"And how!"
He put her luggage on the curb and stood awkwardly by the cab as she paid the fare.
"Something's still bulging down there," she murmured.
"It's thinking of your fucking, hot cunt that does it." he muttered. "Here's a card with my name and number. Any time you want a cab it's half fare."
"Provided you can drive one handed?"
"You got it, baby!"
As the taxi drove off, Jocelyn took the two smaller of her suitcases and climbed the steps to the middle of the three doors, Number 4586-B. It felt unbearably hot. Amid her sexual excitement in the taxi, she hadn't realized how hot it was! Her body was filmed with perspiration, and her dress clung tightly to her. With relief, she noticed the entire house seemed air-conditioned.
No one answered when she rang the bell. She would have to try another door. Apartment C looked vacant, and that, of course, left only apartment A. If no one were home there, she'd be in a spot since her aunt's lawyer had arranged for her to pick up the key from the tenants. Climbing the steps to apartment A, she saw the name was Palmer. That had been the name the lawyer had mentioned.
Again, no one came to the door in answer to her ring. This time, though, she thought she heard music from a radio or TV coming from the rear of the house. Well, she might as well walk around to the back and try that way.
The paved driveway leading to the garage in back was on that side, and, as she started to walk along it, she remembered her luggage. She couldn't just leave it out at the street.
Returning to the curb, Jocelyn strained at carrying the heavy bags to the steps of the center apartment. By the time she had gotten all her luggage there, she was soaking wet with sweat. Shit it was hot! That was how she remembered L.A! No wonder she'd gone practically naked that summer!
She wished she could be naked, now. As she walked along the driveway to the back, the sun's rays hit her full force. God, she wanted to be naked! It was sexy to be naked under the hot sun. Dressed, it was just hot and uncomfortable!
She saw the brick facade had been built all around the house and that an extension in back had almost doubled the size of the first floor. Garages for six cars and a paved" area between the garages and house had used up the whole backyard she used to play in. It was quite an imposing building!
The music, she recognized, was coming from a transistor radio on what was probably a sun deck at the extreme rear of the building.
"Hello!" she shouted, "Anyone home?"
The face and bare shoulders of a very pretty woman a few years older than herself appeared above the brick parapet.
"Yes?"
"Are you Mrs. Palmer?"
"That's right."
"I'm Jocelyn White, uh, the new owner, you know?"
She smiled as friendly as she could.
"Oh, yes!" the handsome woman smiled in reply. “We have your key and some mail for you. There's a door down there that's open. Just go on inside and then go through the door on the right and I'll be right down."
Jocelyn entered what was a laundry room, well equipped with washer and dryers, and immaculately clean and freshly painted. The three doors on the opposite wall, of course, would lead to the three apartments. She entered the one on the right and found herself in a very attractive, modem kitchen. Wow! She thought. If the landlady's place was as nice as the tenants, she was doing all right!
She heard Mrs. Palmer's bare feet patter down a Bight of stairs in the interior of the apartment and then saw her walking toward her. The older woman, clad in the briefest bikini she had ever seen, had a superb body! Deeply tanned, long, slender legs, a flatly curved belly, a firm but fleshy ass, and large, globular breasts! Jocelyn, almost in less than a second, realized Mrs. Palmer was not just very pretty. She was absolutely stunning!
"Hi! I'm Phyllis Palmer," she greeted Jocelyn, holding her hand out as she approached. "I would have come down and let you in but I was taking advantage of the other apartments being vacant and sunbathing naked," “Well, you're not exactly overdressed, now!" laughed Jocelyn, shaking hands warmly. The bikini panties scarcely covered half of the beautifully curved ass! Tufts of blonde pussy hair protruded on either side of the small patch of cloth between her thighs! With a thrill, Jocelyn recognized the woman probably had a cunt almost as large and hairy as her own big pussy! The bra left half the nipples naked and was hardly more than a band of cloth!
"I know! It is a little skimpy, isn't it? But, it's my husband's favorite."
"I couldn't guess why!" Jocelyn murmured.
"They're a horny lot, husbands. Here, sit down. You look drenched." “Well, I am, but, it's nice and cool in here, Mrs. Palmer."
"Call me, Phyllis. If we're going to be neighbors, no sense in being too formal. Of course, you are the landlady, not just a neighbor." “I really can't get used to such status!" Jocelyn laughed, sitting opposite the attractive woman. The perspiration on her skin was cooling slowly. Only her pussy was hot and moist from her masturbating in the taxi. She wondered if Phyllis Palmer could see how wet her panties were. She was certainly getting an eyeful, the way her short dress was hiked up.
“Well, I'm sure my husband, Brad, would think you're the youngest and prettiest landlady we've had. You can't be more than twenty-five!"
"I'm thirty-four," smiled Jocelyn. “Which is probably as old or older than you!"
"Not quite, dear!" the older woman laughed. "Try forty-two!"
"Forty-two! I can't believe it! Why, you look like-you're so beautiful, so young looking, I just don't believe you!" “It's true, though. How about some iced tea?"
"Thanks. I'd love it!"
Phyllis poured them two tall glasses, and, Jocelyn took the opportunity to admire the older woman's splendid figure. The half-bare ass cleft was pointed right at her for a few moments. It was gorgeous!
"Did you know my aunt?"
"No, honey. We only came after her death, about two months ago. The other apartment's been vacant the whole time."
"I'm going to have to try and get tenants right away. Do you think it needs much work?"
"No, probably not. Brad knows a young couple looking for an apartment. Fellow from his office."
"Oh, I wish he'd tell them about the apartment."
"I'm sure he'd be glad to. Are you living alone?“ "Yes," Jocelyn murmured. "My husband stayed in New York. We thought we'd go our separate ways for a while."
She stayed with Phyllis for a few more minutes until they had finished the iced tea. Promising to call her if she needed anything, she left and finally got herself and her luggage inside her new home. She was so exhausted by this point, she could hardly appreciate the expensive furnishings. Thick-piled rugs, heavy drapes, beautiful, modem furniture-the place was a living dream! It looked more like a Hollywood palace apartment than anything else-and, all tucked into a relatively plain-looking house as seen from the outside.
Locking the front door, she took off her dress and inspected her new home in her bikini panties and bra. Standing in front of the mirror in the living room (which was the entire wall separating it from the master bedroom), she unhooked her bra, shrugged it off, and pulled her panties down her legs. Cunt-naked, she went into the bedroom. Wow! A huge, king-sized, beautiful bed! The room was ail mirrors and drapes and sexy statues and paintings of nudes! It was a room made for sex!
She threw her naked body onto the bed and caught her breath at the sight of her own naked beauty in the ceiling mirror over her. God! Would she jerk off a lot in this room! Slipping a hand into her cunt, she felt herself up. Mmmm! All slippery, still. How long since she had come? She was hot enough, after her long fast from sex, to rub it off again!