'Well, I've never had a prick in my asshole. You should know that. But I'm not afraid of it. If you want to try it, I'm sure I'll like it. You'll just have to get me in the right mood.'
He nodded. For some reason he suddenly felt anxious.
'Oh yes,” she babbled on in a confidential tone, “I'm sure I'd love it up the ass. Maybe, if I really love it, you might like to ask a close friend over. He could do the fucking while you watch and jerk off. I'll bet you'd get into that, now wouldn't you, Andy? Wouldn't you?'
Without any further ado, Wanda slid off the couch. It aroused her to have her naked ass in contact with the rug, which she was sure hadn't been vacuumed in weeks. She looked up at Andy, her eyes very tender. He felt as if she were kneeling before him in prayer.
'Now, I'm going to suck on your balls while you jerk off. We'll both like that!” She grinned up at him, then parted his thighs and snuggled her head in between them.
'You won't be able to last too long. You'll have to come soon. I want you to aim your lovely cock and shoot your come all over my face. God, you have no idea how much I'm looking forward to tasting a full load of your come for the first time.'
She closed her eyes, and opened her mouth as wide as she could. Then her fingers encircled the base of his prick. She tilted her head and allowed his balls to roll into her hot, wet mouth.
CHAPTER VII
Mr. White wasn't the only one to find Wanda extraordinary. It was true that the seeming contradictions between her words and her actions sometimes aroused people's suspicions. There was also something wonderfully innocent about Wanda. She seemed almost like some strange fantasy creature, brought to life from a man's most private daydreams.
As Mr. White would later put it, “You know, I almost believed that I had made her up, but no. Not so.'
Wanda seemed to possess the coolest case of self-assurance known to man or, in this case, woman. Mr. White was somewhat taken aback by his first experience with Wanda. It took quite a while for him to sort out his emotions regarding her.
Unfortunately, just as Wanda was about to give Mr. White his first blowjob in a very long time, the telephone rang. They were both startled, suddenly struck with the reality of the moment. Wanda was on her hands and knees. Her luscious breasts were exquisitely naked, her nipples hard. She had kicked her high heels off and was wiggling her little painted toes inside the reinforced nylon of her sheer stockings.
She had just finishing turning full-circle on her hands and knees so that Mr. White could have a good look at her from every angle. This had been her suggestion and he had readily agreed.
He had gotten a magnificent view of her breast, hanging pendulant in her kneeling position capped by a hard nipple, and pointing to the floor. Her skin was stretched over her ribs and the lithe muscles in her arms were flexed under her weight. Her long legs were bent at the knees, in a ninety-degree angle, and the tops of her feet rested against the floor.
Then he had told her to turn, wanting to see her buttocks. She had done so, slowly, teasingly, until he had a full view. Her buttocks were slightly spread open showing a glimpse of her asshole. Her hips rounded out to the sides in a full, pleasing swell and tapered in at the tops of her thighs. He could see the well-defined muscles of her thighs running down to the backs of her knees. The tendons at the backs of her knees protruded slightly; her heels were perfect, round balls. He admired the delicate points of her spine, stretching along her back to her neck.
Finally, she turned to face him once more. Her head was down and her hair fell like a waterfall toward the floor with her breasts just visible behind it. That was when the phone had rung.
'Damn it to hell!” Mr. White cursed. “You must excuse me, Wanda, my dear.” Cursing again, this time under his breath, Mr. White arose. His prick was amazingly erect, looking proud and powerful. It bobbed gently before him as he went to his desk and took the phone call.
'Oh no,” he bellowed into the receiver after listening for a moment. “Oh no, not again!” He slammed the receiver into its cradle.
He looked over at Wanda, who had crawled up on the couch. Her knees were drawn up against her breasts. She was rubbing her now-drying panties all over her hairy cunt, which Mr. White could plainly see through her parted knees.
'I'm so sorry dear, but I must leave you. It's that Mrs. Long again. Can you believe it? We were we just speaking of her.'
'Yes. We were.” Wanda sat up and began to adjust her brassiere over her lovely, silky smooth breasts. As he watched each sweet inch of her flesh disappear into its cup, Mr. White sighed. They were so beautiful.
As she put on her panties, she was tempted to say something about Alice Long, but she decided to be discreet.
She slipped her sexy spike heels onto her stockinged feet. Mr. White continued to gaze at her with both admiration and desire. She had perfectly delicious legs, from her delicate ankles to her slender calves. Mr. White imagined what it would be like to have those legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he drove his cock into her.
She adjusted her garters to perfection, sliding them up and down her thighs, wrapping them tightly around her flesh. Wanda felt there was a real art to getting them in just the right position. She ran her fingers along the bands, lingering at the point where they met between her legs, then moved her finger to the top edges and petted her cunt. Finally, she pulled them up so that they lay just beneath her cunt. She sighed.
Mr. White strode across the office to her and she looked startled, as if she had been mesmerized by the feel of her own flesh and forgotten he was there.
When he reached her, he gave a sudden great laugh and picked her up in his strong arms, holding her high in the air as if she were a child.
Wanda didn't weigh very much, but the way he was waving her from side to side, up and down in the air, with her feet about four feet off the floor, made her feel like a rag doll.
She did enjoy it, though. When he lowered her down a little, he nuzzled his face between her breasts. Then he tossed her into the air again, catching her in his strong arms. Her head had almost hit the ceiling.
She was giggling happily when he lowered her gently to the rug. He bent to kiss her on top of her head.
'Well, you're off to check out the apartments, right? And you'll be back, say in two or three hours?'
'It won't take me that much time.'
'Great. Maybe when you get back we can have a little talk, eh?'
Wanda smiled. “That would be nice,” she said. “I loved the talk we just had.'
He wrinkled his eyes in laughter and then cleared his throat.
'Yes… yes… of course. Well, I must get dressed. I have to visit with Mrs. Long about some plumbing trouble, you see. But never mind that now.'
Wanda leaned her cheek forward after he escorted her to the door and he brushed it with his lips as if she were merely a distant cousin who had come to visit for an hour or so.
She went out the door and it closed behind her. As she climbed the stairs to the sidewalk, he gripped his stiff cock and jerked it vigorously, his eyes riveted to the saucy sway of her wonderful behind. At last, she turned, waved down at him and strode off.
'Oh God in Heaven!” Mr. White exclaimed aloud. He sat on the couch and spread his thighs, moving the handsome dragon Japanese robe wide. Then he jerked off his cock with one hand while he manipulated and massaged his aching balls with the other.
Closing his eyes, he once more visualized young Wanda, gloriously naked. He concentrated on her leather garters, envisioning the way they wrapped around her white flesh, tight enough for her flesh to rise around their edges.
Once, when he'd been a youth, he'd glimpsed the garters of a woman sitting across from him on a train. She'd been reading a book and had been quite unaware of the fact that across from her a boy sat peering lasciviously into the open space between her legs. He had wondered, later, if perhaps she had been aware after all. She had sat with her legs spread, her slit skirt falling to either side of them, with her crotch plainly visible. He had
