compound.
Claire found a table under the awning in the shade and waited only a moment before a waiter appeared and she ordered a strong Arabian coffee. Across from her, the glass windows of the main office building glinted back the noonday sun into her face. In a moment, the waiter returned with the coffee. She took out a cigarette, lit it, and inhaled the first drag of the morning.
There wasn't any chance of running into Lyle Rhodes. He would have left hours ago, she thought. The blond engineer was not one to waste time if he had a job to do.
'Well, hello,' she heard a familiar woman's voice coming from. behind her. 'Where have you been keeping yourself?'
Claire turned and saw Francine Danner maneuvering through the crowded tables toward her. Francine was a dark-eyed, curvaceous woman of about twenty-five. Although her skin was light, there was an exotic Middle- Eastern cast to her face. She had waist-length, coal black hair, enchanting, almost black eyes, and a voluptuous body which she revealingly enhanced by wearing the skimpiest and tightest ensembles available. She looked very much like the local girls, though she wasn't. She was from Italian stock. Her clothes were daring in any country, but in the Middle East they were downright dangerous.
'I wasn't planning on coming into the center.' The brunette dropped into the chair across the table from Claire. 'But I was just so bored, I couldn't resist.'
The young blonde wife sipped her coffee and said, 'Same here. I couldn't seem to get anything done at home so I split. Besides, I've got nothing to do but sit around in that house.'
Claire lowered her eyes and tried not to be shocked by the other's skin-contoured white slacks and matching low-cut halter. Francine never seemed to care about the lewd stares and obscene remarks the Arab men made about her clothing. In fact, she never seemed to be affected by anything at all. She and her husband had been living here so long that she had probably gotten used to it.
The waiter appeared and Francine ordered black coffee. The alluring brunette slid her chair closer to the table and said, 'You're very lucky to run into me when you did.'
Flecks of sunlight glimmering in the young woman's jet-black hair caught Claire's attention. Francine was in constant vivacious movement, now bringing out a cigarette pack from her purse, then raising and setting down her coffee, then fussing with her purse, as though led on by several trains of thought at once.
'Why's that?' Claire asked.
'Guess.'
Claire giggled. 'I've got no idea what you're talking about!'
'I've been hearing some interesting things about you that I thought you'd like to know about.'
'Thanks, but no thanks,' the young blonde woman said. 'Hell, if people are talking about. me then I'd rather not hear it. It would make me nervous to find out what they are thinking of me.'
The ravishing brunette was a warm, outgoing girl, and Claire liked her very much, always had. That was the whole trouble. She didn't approve at all of Francine's free-swinging sexual attitudes and wild life-style, but she had found herself drawn to her friend, since they had first met, years ago… if only because being with the lively brunette had proved more interesting than sitting around while Grant worked on his charts.
'I know you don't like my bringing it up. But how are things going between you and Grant?' Francine had a gift for getting straight to the heart of the matter.
Claire laughed. Francine had a serious way of approaching sensitive topics that had always proved very successful.
'As well as can be expected,' the blonde said.
'If he isn't fucking you right, you should have an affair.' Francine impatiently crossed her legs.
'No – I couldn't do that to him,' Claire said.
'Why not? What the hell is he doing for you?' Francine rested back in her chair so that her hugely billowing tits were raised to Claire's eye level across the table. 'A little fooling around might make Grant want to fuck you all the more. Make you all happy all the way around.'
'I don't think so. Grant's such a prude. I mean, he gets embarrassed and uptight if I do the seducing. If he found out I had another man, well…' Claire said glumly and shrugged her shoulders. 'Grant's just real busy right now, that's all. He'll come around soon.'
The cafe was now emptying of customers. A young Arab boy led a donkey past the terraced cafe, loaded with all of his baskets and market goods. Claire felt more relaxed now that Francine and she were left alone. She was even tempted to confide the horrible situation she had got herself into with the engineer, Lyle Rhodes, to her friend. The perplexed blonde let her mind play over the possibilities for a few moments, then dropped it out of sheer. embarrassment.
'Well, it's a shame that a pretty girl like you doesn't get all the screwing she needs.' Francine smiled over the rim of her coffee cup. 'What bothers me is whether you're getting fucked well or not. I mean, when you do screw – is he good at it?'
'When we do, he's marvelous,' Claire confessed. 'But he just never seems to want to, especially these last few weeks.'
'Really? Does he ever want to lick your pussy or anything?' the grinning girl said.
'What?'
'Does he ever… run his tongue over your pussy?'
'Well, once.' Claire giggled at the strange turn of their conversation. 'Hell, that's the reason he's ignoring me! He's embarrassed because I sucked his cock and he licked my pussy.'
'Embarrassed?' Francine was dumbfounded that a grown man would feel that way about what she considered to be natural.
'I hardly have enough guts to ask him to even fuck me at all since he's been acting this way,' Claire complained.
'You poor kid! No wonder you looked so sad.' Francine's exotic dark eyes seemed to be hinting at something terribly exciting. 'God, how I love it when, a man sucks my pussy.' She paused, as though for dramatic effect. 'And when I suck his prick.'
'I only had nerve enough to do it once, but I agree with you – it was great!' Claire shifted back in her chair: And I only wish I cold do it again, she thought silently to herself, only with Grant. But Grant would never do it again. The only way she could ever get her cunt licked again was if she cheated on Grant – with someone like Lyle Rhodes l
By the time Claire arrived home it was nearly one o'clock in the afternoon. The whole compound seemed empty and suffocating in the sweltering heat, and it would be all Claire could do before her energy left her to get into the skimpiest summer clothes she owned and fix herself a drink.
She put her purse on the hall chair and padded into the bedroom to change into a pair of hip-hugging shorts and a skimpy white halter. A chili of apprehension icicled down her spine when she thought of the possibility of Lyle Rhodes ever coming over to her house while her husband was out. The husky blond man had rather frightened her with his demands, Claire realized, as she went into the living room and dropped down onto the couch. What had begun as an innocent flirtation was threatening to become an affair and she didn't like it. At least Lyle Rhodes was stationed outside the compound.
But the problem was how to make him leave her alone when he came for supplies. It wasn't easy to make a man realize, when you'd kissed him and let him touch your pussy, that you weren't prepared to let him go any farther.
Claire recalled her conversation with Francine, arid was glad she hadn't let on about the strange new relationship she had with the young engineer, Lyle Rhodes. It was ironic that her best friend had asked her about having an affair, almost as if she knew something of the sort was going on.
The curvaceous young blonde knew she'd have to break it off with Rhodes the next time she saw him. It was the first time she'd been remotely unfaithful to her husband in three years of marriage, and though she hadn't let Lyle fuck her, the experience had been a shock. Lyle expected her to go all the way with him. He'd made it clear the last time they were together that he wasn't content to have her hold his cock in her hand. She'd told him that, yes, she wanted him to screw her as much as he wanted to explode his lewd jets of cum up into her squirming little belly – but things just couldn't happen that way.
The faultlessly pretty blonde undid her halter straps and pulled down the bra like top, exposing her round,
