'Does he always go away alone, when you're here with him?' Janni asked. 'Yes. I asked to go along once and he nixed it.'
'I noticed he walked uphill, toward those trees,' Janni said. 'I bet he meets somebody there!'
Lauren stopped in mid-movement. She had not really considered that. He always said he just needed exercise, a rest from sex, and… She was still determined to find out who he was.
'Maybe one of us ought to follow him,' Lauren said. 'I'll slip up there,' Janni exclaimed. 'Well, be careful, honey.'
'Maybe he'll give me some cock in the bushes!' Janni giggled. She turned and wiggled toward the guest bedroom.
Matt Dobson waited at the appointed meeting place, a dip in the ground, surrounded by brush. Traffic whirred below on a freeway. The guy always came from a turnout down the hill, on a side road, the one he used to reach the cottage. He fingered the envelope in his jacket pocket. It contained microfilm he had taken with his Minox. He knew about cameras. He had once lived with a photo nut who had a darkroom in her mansion as large as any commercial setup. Good fucking, too. In her middle forties, tall and limber-assed. She had found a younger live-in; he had moved in with another widow he had been humping on the side. Win a few, lose a few. In his younger years he always had a new one waiting in the wings, as it were.
He heard twigs snap, and turned. A broad moved into the grassy pocket. What the fuck was this! She smiled and came closer. Very fine stuff, dressed in Levis, a shirt, sneakers. She was dark, her hair cut short, close around her face. She appeared athletic, a good set poked at the shirt, fairly long legs, excellent ass, about twenty-five or so.
'I'm your new contact, Hillman,' she.said, 'You have the stuff?'
'I can get it,' he said cautiously. 'Who the hell are you?' 'Linda. The code is Santa Anita. Right?'
He relaxed, recalling that his usual contact had said he might someday send a replacement, that he might get tied up. She must be genuine.
'Yeah, the stuff is here.' He drew out the envelope. She peeked inside it, then reached in her large handbag and passed over a thick brown envelope. He looked inside. Twenty grand was the figure, he'd never been shorted. It looked right.
'You're some stud,' she smiled, gazing at his basket. 'I wish /could afford you.' 'Give me your apartment address and phone number,' he grinned. 'There wouldn't be a fee, for you.'
She smiled, reached in her handbag and drew out a card. He took it, their hands touched. He tickled her palm and she giggled.
'You must be good, all the millions that Stella Fordham has. What do you charge for, say, a whole weekend?'
'It would range from five to twenty, depending on how good she was, and a few other things.' 'Jesus,' she breathed. 'Look, I gotta split-'
'Like to hold my cock before you leave?' he grinned.
She blushed. 'I'd better not, have to go back to work.'
'Ah, come on,' he encouraged her. 'It won't cost a thing.' He unzipped his pants, hauled out his half-hard prick. She stared at it, bit her lip, turned and almost ran from the scene. He grinned. Ten to one she'd box her cunt before she returned to her job.
Linda Field sat behind the wheel of her Olds Cutlass, cheeks still burning. She didn't trust herself to drive just yet. Her hands trembled, her clit ached. No man had ever stirred her so swiftly. He was twice her age, at least! But his animal appeal had been like an invisible hand on her cunt and breasts. His cock was beautifully large and thick, but that wasn't really all of it. God! He was like a prize stallion made for one thingbreeding. Too much! Her right hand dropped to her crotch. She could feel juices along her crevice, wetting her panties. The side road where she was parked, at the turn-in, was relatively quiet. She had seen only two cars since she'd arrived, ten minutes early.
Actually, she had the rest of the day off. Purdy figured he owed her that much for substituting. She knew why he couldn't make it today. He was fucking a young widow over in Claremont. She knew the stud's real name wasn't Hillman.
Maybe he would have fucked me right up in the bushes! she thought. / was ready! He knew it. I haven't been this turned on in years!
She hugged her cunt, started the motor and drove away. It seemed hours before she reached her apartment in Santa Ana. She was still warm and tingly as she rushed inside, locked the door and ran to her bedroom, tossing clothes every which way. She flopped down on her bed, thighs sprawled apart.
Usually she had to fool around with herself at least half an hour before she got her goodies-but not today! The heel of her hand on her clit zone, she began rubbing it. Ohhh, wow! She bucked her hips, left hand stroking her swollen, dark-crested tits. She imagined him kissing her, fondling her pussy, her right hand gripping his cock. Uhhhhh! Number one was arriving! Yes, yes-ohhhh, damn! No thought of dragging it out this time, she had to finish]
She squealed as the hard, luscious pulses erected her clit and ripped through her loins. Even with her last boyfriend she had not climaxed this good! She moaned and whined and finished with quick little upthrusts. What sweet sensations of exquisite relief. Ohhh, beautiful! Linda never kept her boyfriends very long. She soon tired of what she was sure was their ineptness in the bedroom. She had decided early on to be a career girl, so she'd had herself sterilized at twenty. She had class, looks enough to attract good-looking men-but somehow they were all too much alike.
Maybe she was picking them too young. The thought of dating a man as old as Hillman had seemed almost obscene-before today. She demanded plenty of foreplay, and then the sex part lasted only a few moments. Often she didn't climax with a guy until the third date.
Maybe the trouble was that she had matured sexually rather late. She'd been into sports in high school and college, and she hadn't lost her cherry until she was nineteen. And her nature made her a loner. She didn't get along well with other girls. They were so damned silly.
She sighed, resting after her orgasm. Would he ever call? Had he just been pulling her tittie? Oh-oh, number two coming up! She knew she would have to have four or five, at least.,..
CHAPTER FOUR
'And then he showed this girl his cock!' Janni exclaimed. 'Didn't he fuck her?' Lauren asked, stunned.
'No, she turned and ran,' Janni said. 'The whole thing was kind of weird. He gave her an envelope, and she handed him one. I sure wish I could have heard what they said.'
'Well, keep it, here he comes,' Lauren said, glancing out of a kitchen window. 'I hope he didn't see you.' Janni winked. She had put on her tight pants for her venture up the hill, and she moved quickly out of sight. Matt came in, grinning as he looked at Lauren in her thin black nightie. He strode up close, gripped her waist with his left hand, squeezed a tittie with his right and swooped his mouth down on her lips. His tongue stroked in deep.
Oh, the magic was there instantly. He'd been gone about half an hour, but she was still turned on, her cunt moist, her clit rising already. The talk with Janni earlier, about what was incest and what wasn't, could be explored later. When his hands and mouth were on her, she was like jelly-a bitch ready to fuck.
But what had he given the girl, the attractive brunette? Janni had said she was tall, well-built and sexy. The news just increased the mystery surrounding him; she had to know! Not that it would do her much good. She'd go back to Jed and his dull way of living, spread out for him when he wanted to dump a load in her cunt.
Janni pranced into the kitchen, wearing her black sheer nightie and heels, parading around so Matt could see her. His mouth lifted from Lauren's lips. He watched Janni's leggy undulations. Lauren felt a twinge of jealousy. No good, that would spoil everything!
'I think you girls need more cock,' he smiled. He stepped back and began taking off his clothes, Lauren helping him. Janni laughed and wiggled her ass, spreading her long thighs. As his briefs came down, revealing his outfit, Lauren shuddered. Oh, was she ready! In the play room he had the sisters bend over, facing the vanity
