strip of something around her thighs.
Wanda didn't know that.
'You always pay your way, eh?'
Wanda saw him ogling her exposed legs and blushed. She recrossed her knees and leaned forward. The blouse she wore opened down to the third unbuttoned button and Mr. White had a wonderful view of Wanda's gorgeous breasts. They were swollen and plump, and looked as silky smooth as her inner thighs.
'I mean, there's no question that I will have a job by the time next month's rent is due. I have one month's rent and two month's security, if you will accept that. I also have a bank account with over one thousand dollars in it, sir.'
'Over, one thousand?'
'Yes. Well over.'
Mr. White sat back. His prick was thickening inside his trousers. It'd been a long while since he'd had a client quite as beautiful as this one. He pressed his thick fingers over his throbbing penis and pushed it down between his thighs. Then he passed Wanda an application.
'You go sit over there at that desk,” he told her in a firm but not unfriendly voice. “Fill out the application. I'll be with your shortly. Got a little somethin’ to do back in my quarters,” he said.
'Oh, you live down here in this cellar?'
Mr. White looked up sharply, and frowned. “Eh? Oh yes. I do. It's not a cellar, however.” With this, he disappeared behind the velvet curtains through which she'd seen him enter.
She went to the desk and turned on a lamp. A soft golden light glowed from the desk lamp, contrasting with a florescent lamp about it, which had a pleasant purple glow.
The chair on which she sat was lower than most and the position was not all that comfortable. She did some adjusting before she settled down.
Wanda was astonished at how long the application was and at the top, she saw the bold print: ANSWER EVERY QUESTION. It would take fifteen minutes or more, she thought, as she busied herself.
Behind the wall along which Wanda sat was Mr. White. He sat in a chair facing the wall. He was stark naked and jerking off his cock evenly and smoothly. He had a marvelous, perfectly clear view of Wanda's legs. The one- way mirror, aided by the magic of the fluorescent lamp and the reflecting golden glow, presented a dazzling view of Wanda's legs. As she became more and more uncomfortable sitting there and filling in the answers, she fidgeted, twisted, squirmed. Each time she did, more and more of her lovely silken legs came into view. When the heat in the curiously unventilated room began to get to her, she hoisted her skirt high up to expose her panties and the plump mound of her gorgeous cunt.
Mr. White was grinning to himself. As the moments passed, he saw Wanda dip her hand down inside her blouse to tickle and squeeze her nipples. She even pulled the blouse down to peer at them in all their naked splendor.
Mr. White could see Wanda fingering her cunt through her panties. She ran her finger over the surface of them, as if the panties were a balm that she was rubbing into her flesh, and she poked her finger into her cunt, pushing the fabric of the panties between her folds. And then she spread her thighs wide, to Mr. White's extreme astonishment and joy, and pulled the edge of her panties to the side of her inner thigh. She stuck two fingers into her open cunt and withdrew them, tasting them. He could see the leather bands wrapped around her thighs as she ran her fingers along them, caressing them as she closed her eyes. He'd never seen anything like it before.
He snorted and got down on his knees in order to get a closer look at her cunt and inner thighs. He held tightly to his cock and pumped his hand up and down the length of it, all the while staring at the lovely sight of her open legs. He thought of what it would be like to put his cock there, to have it resting against her silky flesh, to have it rubbing the leather garters, which he could see clearly now. He wanted to thrust it into her wet cunt. He masturbated himself on his hands and knees, while she continued to fill out the application and finger herself.
CHAPTER II
When Wanda came to the last question, which asked for references from people outside of her intimate family, she filled in all the lines but one. She wanted to use Alice Long's name but wasn't sure that Alice would reply if Mr. White wrote to her for a reference. Alice was probably still mad.
The longer she pondered listing Alice's name, the more engrossed she became in memories of her. The memories were so powerful, so fresh in her mind that just thinking about them was like stepping back into her recent past.
Alice Long was a middle-aged dowager of great wealth. She was as beautiful as she was withdrawn. She lived in Greenwich Village on West Ninth Street in a lovely-and very expensive-three-story brownstone.
Wanda had met Mrs. Long, as she called herself, at the graduation ceremonies of her college. Mrs. Long was an alumna and a sponsor of several girls majoring in history, of whom Wanda was the most promising.
The two women had liked each other immensely from the beginning. Wanda found Mrs. Long ('please call me Alice, won't you, Wanda?') pleasant, inspiring and an excellent conversationalist. She also found her terribly sexy and exciting.
Wanda, try as she did, was unable to deny the wild sensations that flowed over her body at the mere thought of being intimate with Mrs. Long… with Alice.
Wanda noticed that, in Alice's presence, her breasts and her cunt reacted strongly. Especially in their last week together on campus.
Once, when they were both traveling to a meeting of the graduates in an inn downtown from the university, they were seated quite close together in the back seat of the car. Wanda's elbow had more than once casually and, of course, accidentally brushed across the sloping curve of Alice's firm, almost pointed breast. Alice had looked at Wanda from the corner of her eyes only to catch her looking back. Both grinned.
On another occasion that very week, Alice visited Wanda in her dormitory. She had come a little early, and had the opportunity to catch Wanda in her panties and brassiere.
'Oh,” Alice said, making a circle of her lips, “you've a lovely body, m'dear.'
'Why, thank you,” Wanda replied demurely, half-blushing. She felt Alice's penetrating eyes as they lingered on the flesh-colored bra, which cupped two perfectly molded, virginal breasts, whose delectable nipples were visible through the transparent material of the sexy brassiere. Alice's eyes moved slowly down to gaze on Wanda's pubic mound.
'Really, dear, it's delicious,” Alice Long repeated before sitting down on the little couch in Wanda's private room.
'You really think so?'
'Oh yes… but yes. When I was your age, Wanda, and honestly,” she laughed softly, “it wasn't all that long ago, though I make it sound as if it were, my body was nearly as perfect. Especially my breasts.'
Wanda's eyes moved slowly over Mrs. Long's breasts, which were concealed under the black silk dress she wore. The bodice of the dress molded her firm, swollen breasts and emphasized their magnificent proportions. They were larger than Wanda's.
'They're still very attractive,” said Wanda, licking her lips.
'Well,” said Mrs. Long, “I don't mean to say that they have fallen apart altogether,” she smiled, cupping her breasts with both hands and massaging them gently.
'They certainly haven't.'
Mrs. Long shifted uncomfortably in her position on the couch. Her skirt, so silky, slid up to expose a good expanse of nyloned leg above her perfect knees.
'And your legs are lovely,” Wanda said, now sitting on the edge of the bed. Wanda was making no further effort to dress. After all, there was really no hurry.
'Are they? Oh, do you really think so, dear?'
'Oh yes.” Wanda stretched out her long slender legs. Of course, they were bare as were her little feet, her tiny toes painted bright scarlet red.
'I like yours, too,” said Alice, smiling as Wanda wiggled her toes. “They're strong and healthy,” she
