'Is it just sex?'
'I don't know.'
She smiled, liking both his answer and his blush.
He said, 'We should have a date. Get acquainted. Of course, since you work nights… But my mornings are slow. How about a picnic on the beach or out here in the country? Tomorrow?'
She suddenly felt a great deal better. She got back into the car, saying, 'I don't know about tomorrow, but let's do that some day. I know I'd enjoy it.'
She asked him to drive her to the Connoly house.
Bud and Lita's place was a cluster ranch house made up of white cubes, mindful of the motel, even down to the towering royal palms on the green lawns.
Tom halted at the front door. Sharon climbed out, shuttering her eyes against the sunlight blasting off the white walls.
She thanked Tom and went to the recessed front door, which was of dark wood, a respite for her sunburned gaze. She heard the little car crunch out the gravel drive and suddenly felt lonely and afraid. She turned to call out to Tom, but he was gone.
The door stood ajar. A note under the knocker read, Sharon. Straight through.
Sharon entered a chestnut-paneled hall hung with hunting prints. She went through toward brightness at the far end. There a glass door opened on a tile patio walled in by tall hedges.
She called out, 'Lita?'
Lita replied from beyond the hedge. 'Darling, to your right.'
There Sharon found a gap in the hedge, which was very thick at this point. She penetrated it to a square of lawn enclosed by hedges eight or ten feet high. A pool was ahead, a pink tile oval. To the left was a white wicker chaise lounge on which Lita lay, stark naked except for her straw hat with the pink-ribboned crown.
Lita's nudity seemed to leap up at Sharon, filling her vision with impossibly beautiful sun-gilded flesh, gold from head to foot, broken only by the ruby nipples tipping her round breasts, and a fluff of blonde twat hair.
'Thirsty, Sharon?' Lita pointed to a white tray on the grass beside her. There two tall gasses sweated.
Sharon's mouth was parched by fear. She took a glass and gulped thirstily at it.
Lita said, 'It's lemonade with just the tiniest drop of gin.'
The tiny drop of gin landed in Sharon's stomach with a jolt.
Lita was smiling up at her. 'You look hot in all those clothes. Get naked, darling, and join the bare-ass brigade.'
Fortified by gin on top of whiskey, Sharon still felt shaky. She delayed, saying, 'Let me have a look at the pool.'
She replaced her glass on the tray and walked toward the pool, feeling her belly quake with fear. Lita was so composed. Sharon paused on the tile edge of the pool and studied the oval shape. The glittering blue water wobbled in her uncertain vision.
She recalled clutching the trunk of the oak out in the country where Tom had stopped the car. There she had gotten over the shakes by showing off her body for his benefit.
Could she pretend that Lita was a man lusting for her? Could she gain assurance that way?
She began undressing, stretching her halter out from the thrust of her breasts, then peeling it up her body. A faint breeze washed the hot tips of her tits. She tore off the halter and slowly turned to face Lita.
She saw, despite the concealing shadow of Lita's hat brim, a narrowing of her eyes, a dark gaze.
Sharon walked slowly toward her.
Never had she been so conscious of the protrusion of her breasts. They seemed to thrust out before her, two melons rising at the bottom of her vision, jutting, swollen like balloons, too plump to sag at all. They wobbled and rocked, dipped and jiggled. The big aureoles had puffed oat like rosy teacups from which projected long, pointing nipples.
She reached the tray and bent to pick up her drink. She saw her titties hang out, lengthening.
Lita said, 'Darling, I think you have the loveliest breasts I've ever seen.'
Her tone was a teasing banter. But there was a choked sound too. Yes, Lita was one of the girls.
Sharon felt more confident when she straightened. At least she knew what Lita was. She stood, sipping her drink, feeling sufficiently restored to smile down at Lita. But seeing the other's smaller breasts made her self- conscious again. Her own seemed almost gross, her aureoles too big, her nipples grotesquely extended.
She made the natural gesture of feeling over her breasts, saying, 'It's certainly more comfortable to be bare-titted in the sunshine, isn't it?'
Lita nodded. She licked her lips. Her gaze flicked at Sharon's tits, then turned away, as though she were trying not to stare but could hardly stop herself.
Bolder now, Sharon kneaded her breasts voluptuously which made Lita squirm.
Sharon finished off her drink. She could feel the glow from the gin in it now. Setting down the glass, she unzipped her shorts. She bent over and peeled them down along with her panties.
For an uncomfortable moment she was aware of the extreme hairiness of her twat. The spread of auburn curls started just below her belly button and formed a wide blotch bushing out on her mound. Below it narrowed to twin beards at her cuntlips. Her sleek, hairless thighs were crowded by the expanding fringes of pubic bush.
By contrast, Lita's pussy fur was a tiny blonde fluff, half-lost at the joining of her belly and thighs.
Lita now squirmed across the chaise lounge, which was a good five feet wide, a communal sunbathing incline.
She said, 'Stretch out beside me, darling.'
Sharon lay down where the other had indicated.
She closed her eyes against the sun's glare. She could feel the warmth of Lita's body next to her, but no flesh touched.
She waited tensely, wondering what would happen. But Lita made no move and Sharon began to loosen up, helped by the drinks she had consumed.
Lita spoke in a whisper. 'Darling, I'm gad you're here. I like having beautiful people around me, male or female. Do you know what I mean?'
Sharon felt a slim finger slide into the palm of her hand. Yes, she knew what Lita meant.
She said, 'I feel flattered. All this luxury. Inviting me to share it. It's terribly kind of you.'
'You beautify everything I have, Sharon.'
'But Lita, being an employee, I feel a little guilty. You see, I have a good job and Bud is a great boss. I don't want to take advantage of him.'
'Do you dig Bud?'
There was a sharpness in Lita's voice.
Sharon said, 'I guess all girls are a little in love with their bosses.'
'Suppose he made a pass at you?'
Sharon knew that Lita would spot an outright lie.
She decided to speak the truth, or most of it anyway. She said, 'Lots of girls would sleep with the boss to get a promotion. Maybe I would. I don't know. But Bud is terribly attractive. I'm afraid I'd tumble even if he weren't my boss. I mean, if he were just a date.' She paused. 'I shouldn't tell you this, you being his wife.'
Lita squeezed her hand. 'I like your honesty. And I'll tell you the truth. Bud has been in the business world for many years. Dozens of hot little pussies have split for him. But they've gotten nothing, except a good fucking, which they may or may not have enjoyed.'
Lita fell silent. Eyes closed, Sharon felt herself soften as the voluptuousness of lying naked in the sunshine got to her. Her body seemed to sag. Lita's hand in hers bespoke affection rather than sex, and she soon grew used to it. It seemed to indicate that the other had accepted her explanations, dismissing the subject of an attractive husband and boss.
Sharon peeked down at their bodies, at lovely hillocks and creases. She liked looking at them, and feeling the sun beam into her twat, painting it with warmth.
'Sleepy?' Lita asked.
Sharon nodded. 'It's my bedtime.'
'Then take a nap, darling. Here, I'll kiss you good-night.'
