the soft rounded cleavage glaringly apparent above her deep-necklined evening dress. She wished she'd worn something more demure… anything but the spectacular black dress she had rebelliously picked to spite her husband.
She tried to distract herself from the burly older man by looking out at the pool and the moonlight dancing across the water but she couldn't.
'Want to dance, honey?' Larry asked.
'Sure, but I'd like another drink, first.
'Coming right up!' Larry said, his eyes riveted to the neckline with the revealing cleavage, despite her efforts to cover herself up.
They had another drink together and it seemed that the older man's hands were stroking and pulling at her young body, a lot.
They danced a slow one and Larry held her very close. He's kind of a leach, Jane thought. But then, perhaps it was the alcohol, or maybe the fresh air, the young blonde was finding herself more positively disposed toward Nancy Leyton's husband than she had been before. Beneath his loudness, he seemed to have a generous, fun- loving nature. She sensed that his lewd remarks and the way he looked at her weren't serious attempts to seduce her. They seemed made out of habit, almost his way of being friendly.
Some loud rock music was coming over the speakers now and Jane tried to focus her eyes through the dim light and could see a young woman dancing both suggestively and wildly. Jane could hardly believe the woman's gyrations. It was hard to decide whether what she was doing was basically salacious or artistic. To Jane, it seemed as if the dancer's hips were on steel ball bearings as she twirled and undulated her buttocks in an obscene semblance of copulation.
'God, what a dancer… I've never seen her here before, does she live in this building?'
'I don't think so… she's sure something, though!' Larry replied.
Through the dancers, Jane's eyes came to rest on her husband. He was over by the bar with Mona and Jeff Allan, talking and laughing.
Jane could see that Mona was between the two men and that she was dressed even more provocatively than usual. She was wearing a midriff revealing halter top and a. pair of short white shorts: Her shorts barely covered her panties and the top barely covered anything. She moved on and Jane could see her firm young buttocks outlined beautifully. No man could look at her without one thought coming to his mind. Only one image, one word came to Jane's mind: Fuck!
But now she could see Jeff Allan walking by himself and Mona was hanging all over Matt as though he were her date for the evening.
'Why that creep… look at him with Mona… why, I ought to divorce him right now!'
'Don't be childish, Janie… you're here talking to me aren't you… what's the difference?'
'It is different… she's openly trying to get him!' Jane spluttered.
'Is that right,' Larry drawled with a bemused expression on his face. '. our little Mona sure has got all the right equipment, all right.'
A withering look from Jane cut him off momentarily. Larry gulped his drink and turned away. 'Look why don't we go upstairs for a drink, you and Matt can fight it out later.'
Larry finished his drink, but Jane grabbed his arm as he started to walk away. 'Oh no, you don't. I wouldn't leave here for anything. I'm going to see just how much Matt Lange thinks he can get away with.'
'Okay, but at least let me go over there and get some more drinks.'
Jane hardly heard him. She was too busy watching the brunette move across the floor with her ripely rounded breasts pressed against Matt Lange's side. Below his arm around her waist, her smooth globular buttocks were wiggling and shaking at every man they passed. She had a way of swinging her hips that showed she knew how to get male attention, and loved every minute of it. The couple, followed by Jeff Allan, approached one of the tables on the other side of the pool, Matt Lange pulled out a chair for the dark-haired woman and helped her to be seated.
This last gesture really made Jane seethe. God, he acts like a lazy slob at home, but now when we're out he acts like a prep school graduate with someone else!
Larry Leyton returned with the drinks. 'Here we are, sweetheart,' he said as he approached with the two scotches and two sodas. 'This should calm you down a bit.'
'I'll drink it straight… skip the soda.' Jane said defensively. Her eyes seemed glued to the other side of the pool where the Allan's and her husband were toasting each other. Jeff Allan got up and started dancing with the gyrating young woman who was the stranger at the party. He didn't bat an eye as his wife, Mona, leaned over to Matt Lange and flirtatiously played through his sandy hair with her fingers.
Ok, Janie,' Leyton said, holding the bottle of soda upraised over Jane's glass. 'Are you sure you don't want some mixer? I've never seen you drink straight scotch before.'
'What makes you think I can't,' Jane barked, still not looking at him. 'I'm not a teenager, you know!'
'Okay, honey, you asked for it,' Leyton set down the soda and pushed Jane's glass of straight scotch over in front of her. 'Just don't come crying to me when you wake up in the morning.'
Jane didn't respond. She was watching as Mona Allan leaned toward Matt, giving the young husband a good look at her lushly swelling breasts. It was obvious from the excited glint in his eyes that Matt Lange had forgotten about Jane on the other side of the pool.
Jane kept staring at the table with her husband and Mona. She drained her glass and absentmindedly picked up Larry's and started drinking his too! She gulped deeply at the drink, then choked. Gasping, she tried not to show her discomfort as the burning liquid shot down her throat, but it was impossible. She never drank straight scotch before, and the liquor slammed into her stomach like hot acid.
Larry turned his head from the sputtering young blonde and directed his attention back to the dance area. The dancers seemed to get wilder and wilder and then he noticed Mona rising up from her chair.
'How about a midnight swim, everyone?' she called out.
'In the nude, Mona?' a male voice called out.
'Of course,' she said kittenishly. 'Is there any other way?'
'Of all the nerve!' Jane muttered with obvious surprise, and took another deep gulp of scotch, this time without choking. Despite her initial difficulty, she warmed quickly to the drinking. Having finished off her glass now as well as Larry's, there was a pretty flush to her cheeks and a soft looseness to her movements, the only evidence so far of the large amount of alcohol she'd consumed during the day and over the evening.
She asked Larry to get her another drink and he immediately complied. Nancy had told him about Jane's visit this afternoon and he knew she was having a rough time of it with Matt. If booze was going to help her get through the evening, he was glad to oblige.
Larry glanced at Mona gyrating on the other side of the pool. She was a striking beauty in any crowd with her jet black hair, thick and curling, crowning her head and face magnificently. Her skin was a lovely luminous white, soft and warm looking. The only time Mona spent at the pool was after dark.
Conversations were stopping around the party as the music began to play a really fast rock beat and Mona Allan's body began gyrating slowly to the grinding rhythm. As she danced, her shorts seemed to ride higher up on her white buttocks, giving the wide-eyed crowd teasing glimpses of her white bikini panties. Mona didn't miss a beat as the music played faster and faster. She bent over from her waist as she flailed her arms in the night air, her full sensuous breasts shifting and swaying, ready to escape from her halter top at any moment.
For Jane's sake, Larry didn't mean to watch but he found the brunette's appeal magnetic. Mona had every man at the party hypnotized with her wild swirling and shimmying, her long black hair tossing from side to side as she ground her sensually alluring body in perfect time with the rock music.
Even the couples that were dancing were stepping to the side, the men leering and their wives gaping in wide-eyed disbelief at the abandoned performance the young woman was giving them. Mona seemed transported to another world by the blaring music, her eyes closed while her body moved to the uninhibited beat with the effortlessness of a born dancer.
'Thought you were skinny-dipping?' someone called from the back and several others laughed.
'Give Mona a chance.'
'Take it off, baby,' a lewd male voice sounded above the loud music.
'Yeah, let's see a little real action.'
