Through a crack in the closet door, he could see the two women embracing eagerly. Ruth was caressing Mara's breasts and nuzzling her neck tenderly.
'Does that make Ruthie's little sweetkins feel better dear?' Ruth was saying.
'Yes dear,' Mara replied, then changing her tone said: 'Let's go out and have a drink, okay?'
'Go out? Why?' Ruth was surprised. 'I just bought all the liquor you need a few days ago. You out of that all ready?'
'No, it's just that I feel like a change, that's all?' Mara said quickly. 'I-I feel like lights, music… you know.'
'Afterwards dear,' Ruth replied. Joe saw the older woman pull her dress over her head and rapidly unhook her brassiere.
'I want to be alone with you first. On that glorious bed. Kiss my boobies baby and make them feel better okay? That wretched brassieres had made them feel awful all day.'
Mara dutifully complied, letting her lips suck Ruth's stiffened nipples until they stood up like lonely sentinels on duty.
Joe sucked his breath in as he saw what happened next. Ruth began to slowly take Mara Blake's clothes off. She began with the Eurasian girl's sweater, pulling it over her head, then she took off Mara's stockings and panties.
'Did that bastard call you today?' Ruth asked in a voice that suddenly turned very harsh.
'No.' Mara knew she meant Mike. 'He won't call. He's much too proud to do that''
'Good,' Ruth said. 'In another few days you'll probably be approached by one of the other men at the school. When we have our monthly cocktail session. Be careful of that bastard Leonard. He wants to screw every woman under eighty. Just ignore him. If he bothers you, talk to me about it. I'll handle him.'
She took Mara in her arms and pressed her naked breasts against the other woman's. Joe watched with a mixture of incredulity and excitement as the women rolled their round mammaries against one another. The sight was working him up enormously.
'As for that fat pig Joe Mills,' Ruth said contemptuously. 'He may make some obscene gesture toward you as he becomes more and more familiar. But I wouldn't give it much thought, you know. Personally I think the damned fool is impotent. The rumor is that his wife walked out on him because the poor bastard couldn't get it up more than once a month or two months.'
She squeezed her pussy vigorously against Mara's pubic area until Mara groaned with pleasure. 'Aahh… aaghhh!… that feels wonderful Ruth… Let's go out, please, darling.'
Mara's insistence seemed to surprise her boss. 'Good lord. I thought you'd be glad to be alone with me. I almost get the feel you don't enjoy our lovemaking anymore. You used to go crazy when I rubbed pussies with you. Don't you like it anymore?'
'Oh yes I adore it.'
'Then do it to me. Hard. Rub my clit with yours until I can really feel it, sweetheart,' Ruth begged.
Joe watched, entranced, as Mara rubbed her naked torso vigorously against Ruth. The older woman fell on the bed and pulled Mara down on top of her. Caught in the heat of passion, the Eurasian girl applied her vagina as hard as she could against the other girl's crotch. For a moment Ruth's labored breathing was so loud that Joe Mills thought she was ill.
'Oh my God… Oh my God,' Ruth kept yelling. 'Oh yes… oh ye… oh… vsl… yes… yes…aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! eeeeeehhhhhhhhh!' Ruth voice exploded into a mammoth moan that reverberated around the room as Mara kept rubbing her pussy against her boss's. Joe, watching, was so spellbound that he could not move. But the sight was arousing him so much that he could not bear just to watch.
Finally, in desperation, because he wanted so much to make love to both women, he began to play with his crotch, rubbing his testicles at first, then opening his fly and removing his stiffened penis. He played with the head of his organ for a while as Ruth and Mara continued to rub their genitals together in an orgy of excitement. Then, unable to control himself anymore, he began to masturbate, slowly, then faster and faster until finally he came allover his hands. He looked down at them with horror. He was sure that in ejaculating he must have stained several garments hanging near him. He pulled out the hem of one of Mara's dresses to wipe his wet penis, then stopped. He could not do that. But he had to use something.
The damned fool girl had stashed his own pants with his handkerchief somewhere else. How could he dry his cock, he thought irritably? Why did that bitch have to trap him in the closet? Why did he have to jerk off because two women were rubbing their cunts together like boy scouts rubbing twigs to create flames?
He was so angry that he bumped his head against the overhead bar on which the garments hung and immediately panicked because he was sure that Ruth had heard the sound of skull against wood. But he need not have fretted. At that moment Ruth was busy rubbing a candle into Mara's pussy, twirling the wax so expertly that Mara's moans of pleasure filled the room. Any other sound was drowned out.
'There now, darling,' Ruth was saying. 'How does that feel?'
'Marvelous!' Mara said, 'I've only tried it with a banana. They're rather plentiful in Rangoon and I usually picked a slim long one and coated it with a kind of perfumed oil we have there.'
'How charming an idea. I must try it sometimes. A candle doesn't quite do it for me. My pussy's a bit wider than yours.'
The dust in the closet was now making Joe Mills' nose itch and finally, after several attempts to ward it off, he sneezed. The sound was not heard by Ruth, The Chairman of the English Department was busy licking Mara's clitoris and was sunk in a kind of sexual reverie. But Mara, despite her own ecstasy, heard it clearly and was restored to a state of panic.
She had to get Joe Mills out of there. But how? She could not afford to offend Ruth by throwing her out or insisting on a cocktail outside. She racked her brains for a moment and hit on an idea.
'Darling you know what it would be wonderful to have with our drinks?'
'What?' asked Ruth as she stroked Mara's round breasts.
'Macadamia nuts.'
'But I brought you some of your favorite cheddar and nuts,' Ruth said chidingly, 'You told me you dote on those when we have drinks.'
'I know dear and I'm grateful. It's just that I was thinking of my father today. It's his birthday and I feel terribly lonely, all these thousands of miles from him. And…,' she stopped and continued a little shyly. 'I know you'll think this idiotically sentimental. But on my father's birthday we always toasted to him with champagne and macadamia nuts. They're his favorite and he used to tell me: 'Mara, wherever you are, think of us being together and let's have a toast like this. And say aloud: ‘Papa I love you and miss you.' '
Mara stopped and thought she must sound absolutely mad telling such an absurd tale. But she had reckoned without Ruth's innate desire to believe exotic stories.
'Crazy, isn't it, Ruth?' Mara began defensively. 'But then you know what an incurable romantic I am. I can't pass an antique shop with Burmese things without dying of homesickness.'
'I think it's very touching darling that you should remember these things,' Ruth said. 'Tell you what. I'll go to a liquor and gourmet shop I know about a mile from here and get us a bottle of bubbly and a can of macadamia nuts. Okay?'
'Oh no,' Mara protested as convincingly as she dared. 'Why should I make you go to all this trouble because I like to follow a silly family tradition?'
'Because I love you and because I don't think it's at all silly. Now you just relax and Ruthie will be back in a flash with the goods.'
Mara thanked her and complimented herself for having thought of the tradition which of course did not exist. Not only did her father not like macadamia nuts, he was so steadfastly unsentimental that he never made family toasts, consigning them only to dull diplomatic functions.
Ruth dressed hurriedly and slipped out the door. The moment the door shut, Mara leaped out of bed and opened the closet door. Joe Mills, rubbing the bump on his head a bit ruefully stared at her balefully. 'I thought she'd never go,' he said truculently.
'Never mind that,' Mara pleaded. 'Get out of here fast. She'll be coming back soon.'
'Not till you give me what I came here for,' he said adamantly.
'Are you mad? She may be back in ten or fifteen minutes. You must get dressed and out as fast as you can.
