not only seen her garters, which had aroused him, but also the panty-covered mound of her cunt.
It had been the garters, however, which had stimulated him more than anything else, causing his cock to grow hard in his trousers. They had been silk, he'd guessed, from the way they wrapped so delicately around her thighs. They were red, like blood; they'd looked almost like welts running horizontally around the slender, luminous skin of her thighs. He'd pressed his hand into his lap, weighing down his erect cock and shifting his position quietly, lest she should notice his excitement. He had pressed and pressed, all the while staring at the opening between her legs, even-not too obviously, he'd hoped-rubbing his cock beneath the fabric of his trousers. He had come, wetness exploding in his pant-leg. He'd imagined those garters wrapped tightly around his cock as he fondled himself. He recalled the whole scene vividly as he pictured Wanda's leather garters.
He dressed for what would be, he hoped, a brief visit with Mrs. Long in her privately owned brownstone around the corner on West Ninth Street. He had idle dreams all the while of making love to Wanda while she wore her leather garters. He was sure she'd go along with his kinky desire. And the idea thrilled him.
As Mr. White trundled down Christopher Street, waving politely to the few neighbors who recognized him-he seldom came out of his basement office-apartment-he was in a state of euphoria. The sun was remarkably warm, the weather balmy, and he thought the winds smelled sweeter than they had in years.
Inside his billowing white cotton trousers, which resembled harem pants, his naked penis still throbbed with pleasure, hardening, stiffening and lengthening with every step. He loved the sensation of his prick slapping against his thigh. Already he could begin to feel that delicious wetness as his cock leaked with his increasing desire.
Ever so slowly, he was formulating plans for a grand adventure with Wanda. But at the same time, he wondered about the curious contradictions in her behavior. What could explain her attitude toward sex-her seeming innocence combined with her expert ability to arouse him? She fascinated him. What was the mystery of Wanda?
At the corner of Christopher and Greenwich Avenue, Mr. White stopped at the greengrocers. He bought three ripe, juicy peaches, which reminded him of his first intimate view of Wanda's delightfully virginal cunt.
He also bought a pound of plums. Next door at the florists, he purchased a somewhat expensive bouquet of colorful summer flowers for Mrs. Long. He had to admit that although her complaints were a bother, there was something about her that attracted him.
As it happened, the parcel of land under Mrs. Long's elegant brownstone and the house itself had once been owned by Mr. White's mother. He'd inherited it along with the profitable real estate business when she'd died.
Mr. White still owned the land under the house, and if a single month passed without some complaint from Mrs. Alice Long, Mr. White considered himself fortunate indeed.
This time it had something to do with her neighbor on the right whose pipes ran under Mrs. Long's fabulous “village” garden in her back yard. Legal disputes, though not unfamiliar to Mr. White who had once practiced law, were a real annoyance. He sighed as he rang the highly polished brass bell on her oaken door, which gleamed in the bright afternoon sunlight. He hoped Mrs. Long-Alice as he thought of her-wouldn't take too much of his time. He wanted to get a present for Wanda. He would give it to her when she returned from deciding on which of the apartments she would rent from him.
'Well, hello there, Homer!” Mrs. Long greeted Mr. White by his first name, a name he never used. In fact, on his letterhead and his business bills were the initials, H. A. White. Very few people knew his name was Homer. Hearing it made him shudder. He'd always disliked it.
'Good afternoon, Alice.” He took her hand and kissed it gently.
'Always the gentleman, eh, Homer?'
She led him into the deep, but friendly shadows of the library in the middle of her house. Potted plants, orange and lemon trees, vines, and other greenery grew profusely.
A wide-open window overlooked the vast garden. A refreshing breeze blew in through it, bringing with it the varied perfumes of blossoming flowers. There were many such gardens in the neighborhood, all extremely well cared for.
'It's so nice to see you, Homer.'
Alice Long was wearing a long, ankle-length chiffon robe. When she had passed in front of a strong light coming from the hallway, Mr. White had seen that her gown was entirely transparent! He had caught his breath, certain he'd seen the outline of her long, athletic legs. As Alice stood quietly for a moment before the open window, he noticed he had begun to sweat.
She stood with her back to him, looking out. The transparent gown was so sheer that he could see the entire outline of her body. Her shoulders were broad, and there was a full, softly swelling bosom. Her outline tapered in at the thin waist and again expanded at her hips and buttocks, which he could see clearly. They were ample and well formed. He could even see the dark line where they met, the two halves coming together to form one erotically full whole.
When she turned and came toward him, her breasts beneath the shimmery chiffon jiggled and danced delightfully. He could see her nipples, large and dark against the thin white material of the gown, rubbing against the fabric, trying, it seemed, to burst through.
'Oh God,” he murmured, half-aloud.
'What is it, Homer?'
'Oh… oh, nothing, Alice. Nothing.'
But that was a lie. Alice was naked beneath her robe, naked! He could see her body, the lines and curves softened by the soft fabric of her gown, which made it all the more enticing. He could see the mound of her cunt, rising slightly above the nexus of her thighs. And he could even just see the lips of her cunt poking from beneath her mound as she would stand with her legs parted slightly.
He felt his penis throb and begin to lengthen. He took a seat at the table where he'd sat many times before.
CHAPTER VIII
Alice explained her latest complaint with her neighbor. As Mr. White had thought, the business with the pipes and the plumbing turned out to be nasty, but he held his tongue and said he'd do what he could. This satisfied Mrs. Long.
'Come, let's have a drink in the back, on the sun porch. You haven't seen it since I remodeled it. I've put in that kind of glass through which you can see only one way-if you know what I mean,” she giggled. Alice had long known about the secret see-thru paneling in his office. This had initially been a sore spot with Mr. White but, as time passed, he hadn't thought about it much.
'Yes,” Mr. White answered perfunctorily. He wasn't in the mood to suffer any embarrassment at her hands. Especially where his highly stylized penchant for voyeurism was concerned.
'It's just great,” Alice exclaimed. She strode ahead of him, offering a full view of her nakedness beneath the gossamer gown. The sunlight was now filtering through it in a spectacular fashion, outlining every curve of her handsome, full buttocks and thighs, which were even more plump than he'd guessed. She paused for a moment, and he caught a perfectly marvelous view of her breasts outlined in shadow. The effect was dramatic.
He suddenly realized she had been addressing him for some time. “You see, Homer,” she went on, “I can parade around nude, and actually take sun baths back here,” she explained as her high heels tapped tapped over the stone floor of the sun porch. “No one can see in. Isn't that just splendid? It cost a fortune.'
'I imagine it did,” he replied, marveling at the construction. It looked very comfortable. He admired the view of her garden, which more than once had been written up in the better lifestyle magazines. It cost her a fortune to keep it beautiful, but it was worth every cent. It was the finest in the neighborhood.
'I'll ring for the maid. She's new. Suzy, from Shanghai. A genuine imported China doll,” Alice laughed. “And I don't have to be shy around her.'
Mr. White saw what Alice meant the moment Suzy entered. She was almost naked herself. She was lithe and very lovely, with almond Chinese girl eyes, but some Caucasian features as well. She looked more Eurasian than anything else. She wore a pretty maid's apron, which reached just below her crotch, and a pair of clinging, pale green panties. The thin diamond-shaped covering they gave was so sparse that it aroused Mr. White immediately.
