In fact, her behavior had excited him enormously, almost against his will. He stood on the sidewalk, unsure of his next step, feeling rather dizzy and in need of either a sedative or a stiff drink.
He glanced up to the sky and closed his eyes, feeling the sun beaming down on them through his eyelids.
Opening his eyes, he saw a couple sitting in a parked car nearby. They were necking frantically, the girl half- nude. Her golden breasts expanded as her lover's eager fingers fondled them. He blinked and looked closer, squinting his eyes. He saw a small boy juggling two grapefruit as his mother stood close by, gossiping with a neighbor on her way home from Balducci's.
CHAPTER IX
When Wanda returned from looking at the apartments, the real estate office of White amp; Sons seemed darker and more mysterious than it had in the afternoon. Pressing her nose to the glass in the door, she peered inside. Except for the light shining beneath the velvet curtains, it looked empty.
She squeezed her thighs together and felt her pussy respond. It was already soaking wet in anticipation of what she hoped would happen. She patted her purse to make sure she hadn't lost her pornographic novel-her guide to all the new pleasures she had been exploring. She smoothed down her skirt and made sure her blouse was open to the third button. She wet her lips as she recalled Mr. White's long, snaky tongue crawling all over the smooth silky surface of her breasts. This further charged Wanda's cunt with warmth, making her knees feel weak.
She rang the bell and waited, thinking about the apartment she was going to take. It was on West Eleventh Street, near Fifth Avenue, and it had a wonderful view of its neighboring apartments. She could clearly see into many of them from her apartment, and she guessed their inhabitants could easily see into hers.
She had seen the apartment on Eleventh Street first, but it had taken her a while to make up her mind about which of the three addresses she liked best. When she decided, she returned to Eleventh Street.
After locking herself into the empty apartment, Wanda had taken off all her clothes and had done a little dance. She had gone to every window and posed before it naked, cupping her breasts. She'd bent over with her back to the window, spreading her ample buttocks wide open and exposing her tight asshole to anyone who might be watching. She rotated and gyrated her hips, and last but not least, she neatly spread open her pink virginal pussy lips with her fingers. Then she stood up straight, and did several burlesque bumps and grinds that made her luscious breasts move in a crazy dance on her chest. This was exactly what the heroine in her favorite pornographic novel had done when she had taken her own brand new, unfurnished apartment.
Wanda had gotten a lot of good pointers from the dirty book, which was written by a woman named Mary Love. She still had quite a few pages to read. The book had excited her to the very core from the moment she'd found it on the subway seat.
Just the feel of its weight in her purse gave her a thrill. And so far, playing the role of the heroine, a sweet girl her own age named Angela, had given her intense pleasure, especially in the “seduction” of Mr. White. Wanda had a terrific sensation of well-being. Wanda was glowing all over.
'Ah hah!” she murmured. Someone was coming through the velvet curtains. Her nipples suddenly began to sting when she recognized Mr. White. He was fully dressed and this unnerved her a bit. God forbid, she told herself, gritting her teeth, that he had suffered a change of heart. That hadn't happened to Angela in the book.
Mr. White cupped his eyes, peered through the grimy glass and recognized Wanda. He swung the door open with a flourish and the bell tinkled merrily. A broad smile crossed his face.
'Hah! You've come back.'
'Didn't you expect me to?'
'Well, yes and no,” he said, feeling a giant surge of warmth through his prick. Once more, Dame Fortune was smiling down upon him on this very nice summer afternoon.
'Come in… come in,” he smiled happily. “I have great news for you. Sit down, my dear Wanda.'
She immediately noticed a large bouquet of red roses on his desk. She also noticed that the room seemed much neater than it had before.
For a few moments, Wanda chatted about the apartments. When she announced the one she'd decided upon, Mr. White told her the new rental rate, which was half of what Wanda had anticipated. When she asked why it was so little, he said that it had something to do with a change in the rental laws. He also said that he would paint it for free and install new bathroom fixtures.
'Oh that's wonderful,” she cried, overwhelmed by his kindness. Wanda felt herself trembling as she went to Mr. White and threw her young body into his arms.
'Oh, I love you. I love you for this,” she breathed, rubbing her rounded breasts against his hard, masculine chest.
Wanda suddenly wanted to be naked, and to feel his hot, hard cock rubbing against her belly-the way this scene unfolded for Angela in her book, when she had returned to the real estate office to sign her lease.
'I'm glad you're happy, Wanda.'
'Oh, you will never know, kind sir,” she said. “Kind sir” was how Angela had said it. It did seem a bit old- fashioned, but Wanda was pleased to note that the phrase brought a beautiful smile to Mr. White's handsome face.
Preparing the lease took some time. Wanda sat patiently across from him, sipping a drink he had made for her. Very casually (as Angela in the book had done) she unbuttoned her blouse right down to the waist, and slid her brassiere down so that her lovely, bare breasts popped free of the restraining garment.
She began to play with her breasts, caressing them with the palm of her hand, encircling her nipples with her fingers until they hardened noticeably. When Mr. White glanced up at her, she squeezed them with her hands, so that when she withdrew her hands, there were faint red handprints on her white flesh. She pushed her breasts together creating a sexual swell, then let them fall heavily back into place. This was just how Angela in the book had gotten free Venetian Blinds and new linoleum on her apartment floor.
'Do you mind?” Wanda asked in a soft, slightly husky voice.
'Oh no… no, definitely not,” smiled Mr. White. His prick felt as if it was the size of a baseball bat inside his loose cotton pants. It was throbbing, craving the feeling of her little fingers, hungering for her sweet lips, her gentle wet kisses, and the warmth of her mouth.
Wanda raised her skirt and said in a little girl voice, “Are we safe from distraction?'
'Oh yes, Wanda,” came his reply. “I took the liberty of locking the door.'
Wanda looked up sharply. Had Mr. White also read the book by Mary Love? God, he must have! These were the exact words of the real estate agent in the book.
She undid the snaps of her skirt. Then, raising her buttocks off the couch, she slid it off. The blouse came off next. She could see the look of impatience in Mr. White's eyes. She unhooked her brassiere from behind, stretching her breasts in a pleasing way as she did so. Then she lay back, clad only in her panties, her stockings and her leather garters.
'You are terribly beautiful, Wanda,” Mr. White said, his voice also husky with lust. Never, it seemed, had it taken him so long to fill out a rental form.
'Thank you,” she said coyly. She slipped her fingers beneath the tight elastic waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs, over her stockings. He watched them travel down her long, slender legs. His cock throbbed as he stared at her leather garters. Once more, he recalled the image of the woman on the train from his youth.
Wanda ran the back of her hand over her cunt, then spread it open. He could see the intricacies and the brilliant colors of it.
'I'm all wet down here,” she said, cupping it with her hand.
He could see how wet she was. The moistness covered her cunt like dew. He desperately wanted to taste it, to spread her lips with his fingers and to thrust his tongue inside of her. He was dying to thrust his cock inside of her. And there was something else he wanted, too.
'Wanda, you're driving me mad with desire,” he said.
'Crazy,” Wanda thought to herself. The real estate agent in Mary Love's book had said the same thing.
