the driver panted. 'Relax until I finish myself off. Anyhow, you started it. You may be high class, but we sure share a lot in common!'
Jocelyn was altogether relaxed at this point. It seemed only fair for her to let him enjoy himself. She made an impish face and stuck out her tongue at him in reply to his last remark.
He laughed huskily. 'How about showing me that beautiful cunt, again?'
Jocelyn nodded. This time, she slipped her panties down her slender legs, pulled her dress up to her tits, and spread her legs wide apart so that her wet cunt gaped in full view.
'Wow!' the driver chortled. 'Wait 'til I tell Edna about this!'
'Who's Edna?' she asked, listening to the beat of his masturbating.
'My wife. She loves hearing me tell her about what I do. Frigs herself off as she listens, the hot cunted, ugly, old bitch! Hey, you wanna watch me come?'
Jocelyn leaned forward and, resting her head against the taxi meter, looked down at the driver's fat belly.
'Slouch down in the seat,' she murmured. 'Your stomach is hiding the view.'
When he had done so, she saw the fairly long but very thick prick tightly gripped in his clenched hands. The head was large and slimy with preliminary, jerk-off froth.
'The balls!' she whispered. 'Let me see your balls, too!'
Unzipping his trousers further, he reached inside and pulled out his big, hairy balls.
'Mmmmm!' she murmured. 'Nice!'
'Oh, Christ, lady! I've got to come!'
With a muffled groan, the driver shot out his load, spurting it all over the steering wheel column in a long, obviously satisfying orgasm. Exhausted, he dropped his hands away as the last drops of gism oozed from his softening prick.
'Better wipe that off the wheel column' laughed Jocelyn, putting her panties back on. 'Your next customer might be a little shocked.'
The driver stuffed his fat, glossy cock back into his pants, not bothering to wipe the dripping sperm off it, and grinned.
'Fuck them!'
'Here.' Jocelyn smiled, giving him a tissue from her pocketbook. “Wipe it off.'
'Okay, okay! You're as bad as the old woman!' “But, prettier?'
'And how!'
He put her luggage on the curb and stood awkwardly by the cab as she paid the fare.
'Something's still bulging down there,' she murmured.
'It's thinking of your fucking, hot cunt that does it.' he muttered. 'Here's a card with my name and number. Any time you want a cab it's half fare.'
'Provided you can drive one handed?'
'You got it, baby!'
As the taxi drove off, Jocelyn took the two smaller of her suitcases and climbed the steps to the middle of the three doors, Number 4586-B. It felt unbearably hot. Amid her sexual excitement in the taxi, she hadn't realized how hot it was! Her body was filmed with perspiration, and her dress clung tightly to her. With relief, she noticed the entire house seemed air-conditioned.
No one answered when she rang the bell. She would have to try another door. Apartment C looked vacant, and that, of course, left only apartment A. If no one were home there, she'd be in a spot since her aunt's lawyer had arranged for her to pick up the key from the tenants. Climbing the steps to apartment A, she saw the name was Palmer. That had been the name the lawyer had mentioned.
Again, no one came to the door in answer to her ring. This time, though, she thought she heard music from a radio or TV coming from the rear of the house. Well, she might as well walk around to the back and try that way.
The paved driveway leading to the garage in back was on that side, and, as she started to walk along it, she remembered her luggage. She couldn't just leave it out at the street.
Returning to the curb, Jocelyn strained at carrying the heavy bags to the steps of the center apartment. By the time she had gotten all her luggage there, she was soaking wet with sweat. Shit it was hot! That was how she remembered L.A! No wonder she'd gone practically naked that summer!
She wished she could be naked, now. As she walked along the driveway to the back, the sun's rays hit her full force. God, she wanted to be naked! It was sexy to be naked under the hot sun. Dressed, it was just hot and uncomfortable!
She saw the brick facade had been built all around the house and that an extension in back had almost doubled the size of the first floor. Garages for six cars and a paved' area between the garages and house had used up the whole backyard she used to play in. It was quite an imposing building!
The music, she recognized, was coming from a transistor radio on what was probably a sun deck at the extreme rear of the building.
'Hello!' she shouted, 'Anyone home?'
The face and bare shoulders of a very pretty woman a few years older than herself appeared above the brick parapet.
'Yes?'
'Are you Mrs. Palmer?'
'That's right.'
'I'm Jocelyn White, uh, the new owner, you know?'
She smiled as friendly as she could.
'Oh, yes!' the handsome woman smiled in reply. “We have your key and some mail for you. There's a door down there that's open. Just go on inside and then go through the door on the right and I'll be right down.'
Jocelyn entered what was a laundry room, well equipped with washer and dryers, and immaculately clean and freshly painted. The three doors on the opposite wall, of course, would lead to the three apartments. She entered the one on the right and found herself in a very attractive, modem kitchen. Wow! She thought. If the landlady's place was as nice as the tenants, she was doing all right!
She heard Mrs. Palmer's bare feet patter down a Bight of stairs in the interior of the apartment and then saw her walking toward her. The older woman, clad in the briefest bikini she had ever seen, had a superb body! Deeply tanned, long, slender legs, a flatly curved belly, a firm but fleshy ass, and large, globular breasts! Jocelyn, almost in less than a second, realized Mrs. Palmer was not just very pretty. She was absolutely stunning!
'Hi! I'm Phyllis Palmer,' she greeted Jocelyn, holding her hand out as she approached. 'I would have come down and let you in but I was taking advantage of the other apartments being vacant and sunbathing naked,' “Well, you're not exactly overdressed, now!' laughed Jocelyn, shaking hands warmly. The bikini panties scarcely covered half of the beautifully curved ass! Tufts of blonde pussy hair protruded on either side of the small patch of cloth between her thighs! With a thrill, Jocelyn recognized the woman probably had a cunt almost as large and hairy as her own big pussy! The bra left half the nipples naked and was hardly more than a band of cloth!
'I know! It is a little skimpy, isn't it? But, it's my husband's favorite.'
'I couldn't guess why!' Jocelyn murmured.
'They're a horny lot, husbands. Here, sit down. You look drenched.' “Well, I am, but, it's nice and cool in here, Mrs. Palmer.'
'Call me, Phyllis. If we're going to be neighbors, no sense in being too formal. Of course, you are the landlady, not just a neighbor.' “I really can't get used to such status!' Jocelyn laughed, sitting opposite the attractive woman. The perspiration on her skin was cooling slowly. Only her pussy was hot and moist from her masturbating in the taxi. She wondered if Phyllis Palmer could see how wet her panties were. She was certainly getting an eyeful, the way her short dress was hiked up.
“Well, I'm sure my husband, Brad, would think you're the youngest and prettiest landlady we've had. You can't be more than twenty-five!'
'I'm thirty-four,' smiled Jocelyn. “Which is probably as old or older than you!'
'Not quite, dear!' the older woman laughed. 'Try forty-two!'
'Forty-two! I can't believe it! Why, you look like-you're so beautiful, so young looking, I just don't believe
