'Oh?'
'Yes, you are an admired, respected young man. I've talked with your teachers and with several of the people living here. They all like you.
Neil blushed. It was another one of those crimson spectrum-stretchers that left his face somewhere between violet and beyond. As a matter of fact, the blush was so red, so visible, that Gloria Tyson also blushed.
After a pause in which Neil noticed she was staring at his thighs she said, 'What I want to know is why you did it.'
'Why? Because she would have drowned.'
'Yes, but why did you risk your life? Why did you think of the girl first and not yourself?' she asked.
'Huh? I wasn't risking anything. I just had to jump in the pool and grab her, that's all. I can swim, I jump in the pool all the time. There wasn't any risk'
She settled back on the sofa and smiled. It was a mellow, admiring smile. 'Neil, we live in an age of indifference. Last month a lady was beaten and robbed in broad daylight on a street in downtown Los Angeles. There must have been a hundred people who saw it. Not one of them did a thing to help her.'
'But that's different,' Neil protested.
'Okay. Last week a little girl about the same age as Tina somehow got onto the Ventura Freeway. Do you think anyone stopped and kept her from wandering into the traffic? Would that have been taking a risk? Would that have been so tough? No. But thousands of cars sped by and ignored her. Why? Because the people in those cars were to busy worrying about being on time, getting home, or getting to some big sale. That girl was on the freeway for more than half an hour before a patrol car spotted her. Thank God she wasn't hit.'
Gloria's tirade was accented by sweeps of her hands and an intense seriousness. Neil was silent, he couldn't argue with someone who felt so deeply about such things. Maybe she was right.
Her hand rested on his bare thigh to give her next statement an added impact. 'But you weren't indifferent. You didn't even hesitate. You jumped right in to save the little girl like it was the only thing to do. Neil, you performed' a heroic act.'
'I don't know…' he mumbled.
Her hand didn't move. 'I mean It, Neil. You are one in a million. A real man.'
His blush came back. Half from her flattery, half from the closeness of her hand to his most sensitive crotch. His cock was responding with a lift of hope, a bid for recognition. As he blushed her hand made a slight, soft move closer to his anxious cock. It was as if she didn't do it, but he felt it, and so did his cock.
Like a spring-loaded pole his cock strained upward against the thin material of his swimsuit. And she noticed. Before Neil knew what was happening he felt the full pressure of her palm against his cock head, felt it rolling against his hot flesh, encouraging his erection, working it up to higher and higher proportions.
With her free hand she picked up the photograph and looked quickly at it. So did Neil. That's when he noticed what had her attention. In the picture his swimsuit was wet, he had just climbed from the pool, the thin fabric was washed back tight against his cock to provide the viewer with a perfectly clear outline of his long, at the time throbbing, pecker. Even his flared cock head was visible. Neil gulped but the photo was swiftly put into the briefcase and shoved aside.
Gloria's hand was now kneading his stiff rod with eager, anxious strokes. She grinned and said, 'Oh, that feels real good, it feels real nice.
The businesslike aura of Gloria was gone. She had changed her personality. Now she hungrily worked her hand up and down the straining spike and stared with greedy anticipation at the tremendous pole of muscle pressing against the trunks. She turned on her side and leaned into Neil.
Her breasts pushed into his shoulder, he could feel the soft fullness even through her suit jacket. He saw the hem of her trim skirt slide far up her thighs as she brought her legs up and knelt on the sofa next to him. Her hand didn't leave the warm heat of his iron-hard cock for one second.
'Are we safe here?' she asked as her free hand fumbled at the buttons of her blouse.
'I guess so,' said Neil. He didn't fully realize what she meant.
'Will anybody come in?'
'Oh no, probably not. No one ever uses the lanai.' She shook her head as the blouse came loose and said, 'Oh, I don't care if the president walks in, I can't stop now! I have to have it!'
Neil saw the white cups and elastic of her bra straining to hold in large mounds of tender, trembling breast. In contrast to Helen, Gloria had no suntan lines. She wasn't the outdoor type, more the studious, intellectual type, Neil figured. But as different as they were there was one great similarity – the eagerness into which they went after his cock.
'Hurry, Neil, take off your trunks,' she said as she stood and reached under her skirt to tug her underpants down.
As she stepped from the satin briefs Neil stood. His stiff rod strained hard against the suit and he had only managed to undo the drawstrings before her impatience became unbearable. She pushed his fumbling fingers aside and pulled hard on the suit. His large rod bent and buckled as the trunks went down his thighs, but as soon as the suit cleared his crotch the taut, rubbery cock sprang out and up with a youthful bound.
'Oh. God. Oh, my Cod,' hissed Gloria as she viewed the swaying, slightly arched pillar of stiff flesh. 'The picture doesn't even do you justice.'
Neil just stood there as Gloria reached down and lifted the hem of her skirt up to her waist. He saw the smooth lines of her petite legs and a terrifically large patch of curling black crotch hair. She sat sideways on the couch and straddled her legs wide apart.
As Neil walked to the end of the couch and decided just how to go about attacking her fuzzy box, she squished her breasts up in her bra until they popped over the brim. Her bright red nipples were like two pulpy dots staring at him. Neil looked between her wide-spread legs, followed the contours of her inner thighs up to the crimson slit sitting above the flattened buns of her ripe backside.
'Come on, Neil. I know you're a man of unhesitating action. Show me how much of a hero you are, she urged.
Neil went to his knees on the sofa between her welcoming legs. But first he wanted to touch her cunt, to feel it, caress the wondrous hole. His fingers moved into the slick wetness of her pussy lips and she gasped. He pushed them to each side until the slick inner tissues showed and a slow drool of thick liquid poured out.
'Oh. Neil… ' she sighed.
He slid a finger inside the hot skin and sent it far up until his last knuckle was covered by her quivering lips. She lifted herself up and swayed from left to right as he twisted the finger from side to side, feeling, exploring.
“That's it, Neil… work me up… get me real hot and I'll go crazy, absolutely crazy…'
He quickly pumped the finger in and out of the warm slit. He found that the faster he pumped, the more she responded; then, on an impulse, he slid two fingers inside. She groaned and wrenched herself up to his digging probe. Her head whipped from side to side and she sucked – loud for each breath. Then Neil felt her tight grip on his cock.
'Put it in me, Neil… I want to feel your cock in-side me, please!'
She tugged hard at his meat while he. removed the fingers and lay forward. He was thankful she guided his flared cock head deftly into the opening of her cunt. He wasn't quite sure how he would -have managed with blind stabs in the general area of her oozing cunt.
Once his cock head met her anxious pussy lips, it was all reflex action. He knew what to do by instinct. His buns flexed and pushed downward. The long, erect cock dug neatly inside her twisting hole. She felt warm, smooth, slick, good. He felt his cock head stretch her slippery skin back and surge deeper and deeper.
'Oh! Uhhhhh!' she moaned in his ear. 'It's so good!'
Her encouraging cries only served to arouse Neil even more. He pushed himself deep and fast until she gasped in pain as his cock dead-ended into her uppermost regions. His cock was almost completely imbedded. Her hips were a flutter of constant jerks and swirls around the fine fill of his terrific meat.
Neil slowly withdrew and she sighed with relief. But just as soon as he was almost out he changed directions and reentered. Her hands gripped his bare shoulders tight as the mammoth column filled and stretched her glorying cunt.
