only man he knew who might be able to pressure Felix into cooperating. After all, he owned the apartment complex, he was Felix's landlord, he should have some sway over the photographer. And most of all, Mr. Walker had said, 'Anything I can do, Neil just ask.'
Well, Neil stood up and decided he had no choice but to ask. He reluctantly started for the penthouse apartment of Mr. Walker. It was a long walk to the corner of the complex where Mr. Walker lived, and by the time he arrived Neil was ready with his story. The truth.
He rang the bell and waited. After a pause the door was opened. Not by Mr. Walker, but by Mrs. Walker. Neil had seen her a couple of times around the apartments but never spoken with her. She was several years younger than her husband, maybe in her late thirties. But she didn't show it. Neil knew she was a member of the exclusive and expensive health club in town, because Mr. Crocker told him.
She was an average-height woman, but that's as far as her averageness went. She had high cheekbones and heavily made-up eyes. Perhaps it was her eyes that gave her age away, tiny crow's feet sprayed out at many angles from them. But they were friendly, cheery eyes. Neil liked that.
Her brown hair was piled high on her head in a disorganized heap, with bobby pins all over. 'Oh, hello… Neil, isn't it?' she asked.
'Yes, Mrs. Walker… uh… I was wondering if Mr. Walker is in?'
She puckered up her red lips and said, 'No, I'm sorry, Neil. He's out for the afternoon. Can I help you?'
'Well, I just wanted to discuss something with him. Maybe if I come back later… '
She threw the door wide open and smiled. 'Come in, Neil. Perhaps you can tell me what it is and I'll mention it to him tonight.'
'Gee, Mrs. Walker, I don't know…'
She grabbed his hand and gently pulled him inside. 'Now, Neil, you don't have to worry. As a matter of fact, I have a way of convincing my husband when it comes to things… especially things like raises.'
Neil turned. 'Oh, no, Mrs. Walker,. I'm not here to ask for a raise!'
She smiled understandingly and led the way into the expensively decorated living room. As she sat down on the ornate, red-velvet sofa Neil noticed how round her rump was. It was perfect, like two inflated play-balls sitting side by side. He stood in the middle of the floor.
'Sit down, Neil,' she said. Her hand patted the sofa next to her.
Neil sat down and realized that Mrs. Walker was wearing only a house robe. Just that. Nothing else. He could tell because it buttoned down the front and as she sat the material wrinkled open between the buttons. She was obviously naked underneath. His eyes gazed at another perfectly round thing – her dark brown nipple.
The nipple sat poised atop one of her mammoth breasts and stared back at him like a steady eye. He had trouble looking away. He looked down. The folds of material were parted in her lap, too. He saw the pile of brown fuzz which crowned the upper portion of her crotch. He stared at the floor and strained to keep from looking anywhere else.'
'Would you like something to drink, Neil?' she asked.
'No, ma am.'
'My, you look so warm. I guess it's all your clothes. You see, I'm used to seeing you down at the pool in nothing but your swimsuit… I guess that's it.'
Neil tried to smile at her without looking.
'I saw your picture in the paper the other day. What you did was very brave,' she said.
He kept his eyes on the rug. 'Thank you, Mrs. Walker.'
Her hand rested on his forearm and she leaned close to ask in a very maternal fashion, 'Now, what is it you wanted to talk with Mr. Walker about?'
'Gosh, ma'am, it's hard to say…'
She squeezed his arm. 'Try.'
'Well, you see, it has to do with a woman. One who lives in these apartments…'
'Oh…' she said, like she understood. 'That young girl Christine?'
'Oh no, ma'am. Not her. She's too young. I mean someone who's older. Not a lot older… but older.'
'And something about her bothers you?' she asked. Neil paused. That was close enough. 'Yes, I guess you could put it that way.'
She smiled happily. 'Why, Neil, you shouldn't let her bother you. It's a completely normal and natural thing to be attracted by older women when you're a vital, healthy young man.
'Oh, yes, I agree, Mrs. Walker, but that's not why – '
'Call me Rose,' she interrupted.
'Yes, Rose. But you see… '
'And don't worry about this woman. Why, I'm sure she must feel the same way toward you.' The hand squeezed his arm with warmth.
'Gosh, Mrs. Walker, I don't know what to say. You don't seem to…'
Her voice was high-pitched, she spoke with speed and excitement. 'And you've done another very brave thing by coming to me and talking about it. It would have been silly to tell my husband… he's such an oaf when it comes to affairs of the heart.'
'But – '
'Also, I have to admit I'm flattered.' She pushed a curl back from her forehead. 'It's not every woman who has a secret admirer who's also a hero.'
'But, Rose…'
'Of course, now it's no longer a secret, is it, Neil. You took the initiative and expressed your desires. It's up to me to give you an answer… to tell you if you've won me or not.'
Neil kept his mouth shut. He stared into the shining eyes of Mrs. Walker and couldn't believe his ears. She leaned close enough to kiss him and said, 'You win. I'm yours.'
'Uh…' He really wasn't prepared for this.
She was. With a simple tug on the house robe she was able to pop each and every button open. Her giant, swollen breasts rolled like two tubs of baker's dough into his view. There were colossal mammaries of snow- white, peach-smooth texture. The round, brown nipples were succulent, ripe, already puckering with anticipation.
She stood up. Her beautiful ass caught his attention as she took sensuous strides across the room and turned. Her waist was small, her hips wide, her crotch bulged with mature heat and fullness. She had trimmed her cunt hair so that it was short, trim, neat.
With a laugh she shook her shoulders and made the inflated breasts wobble and sway. She held her arms out to him and said softly, 'Come to me, Neil. Come over here and claim your reward.'
Neil stood. He could feel his cock attempting to respond. But he had just finished with enough sex to last him days. His cock was trying but not doing well enough. He removed his shirt and pants, then stood before her in his shorts. He wanted to feel the warm hug of her full body, wanted to see how she'd respond to his deep-running cock, wanted to hear her cry out in his ear how great he felt. But his cock managed to climb only halfway up.
'Come to me, Neil,' she said as she lay on her back before him. She was on a bear-skin rug, white fur tickled up around her thighs and legs. She looked tremendous, he strained to make his cock go up. That didn't work.
He stood next to her and tried to find the words to explain his plight, but she noticed. With a knowing grin she came to her knees before him and pulled his shorts down.
'Now, Neil, you have nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, you have something to be proud of,' she said as her hand circled the base of his limber pecker. She started to stroke. 'Many times a man can't achieve a full erection when he's with a woman he desires very much. But don't you worry, I know how to get it up there.
She opened her red lips and circled his cock head with a soft, licking kiss. Neil enjoyed the warm wetness of her tongue as it washed around his glans and made darting stabs down his cock shaft. She sucked his cock deep into her mouth and massaged his balls with her hands until he felt it growing, increasing in circumference, expanding right inside her sucking lips.
She pulled him down beside her and whispered, rose up to a dripping, saliva-coated shaft as hard as a railroad spike. 'See?' she said. 'I told you I could get it up.
She pulled him down beside her and whispered, 'Now I want to get it in me.
