'A hotel?'
'No.' She shook her head. 'I mean here. Here on the grounds of the club.'
'Your office?' he asked.
'Cut it out, Johnny! Where would Walter go if he wanted to be alone? Where would you go?'
Johnny thought for a minute before answering. 'Out on the golf course, to the old ground-keeper's cottage. That's where I'd go if I had a key.'
Grace staggered back. Of course. She grabbed the potent drink and gulped it down before reeling around and dashing back outside. The old cottage! Why hadn't she thought of that? He and his buddies have their poker games out there… and God knows what else.
She started to walk, then saw the row of golf carts sitting by the green grass. She had never driven one before but soon discovered the foot pedal on the floor and shot off across the slopes to the electric whine of the engine. The air blew against her face, sobering her enough to realize when she had gone too far.
She made a circular turn and aimed the cart toward the dark grove of trees where she was sure the cottage used to be. By the time she found it the house was dark except for a dim light in one of the upstairs windows. Grace plowed the cart into the thick bushes surrounding the cottage before she could figure out which pedal was the brake.
She climbed away from the golf cart with an awkward lurch and searched for a path. With an unsteady gait she maneuvered down the stone walk to the front door. She held still and listened. Everything was quiet, no other golf carts, no noises, only the upstairs light.
She tried the door. It opened and she stepped into the dark room. Grace stood silent again and listened. Nothing. Instead of turning on any lights, she found her way to the stairs and slowly moved from step to step until reaching the short hallway at the top.
Grace kept her bleary eyes glued to the light shining through the crack at the bottom of the closed door. She took staggering step after step until reaching the door. Her nerves were pounding throughout her body as she reached for the knob and wondered what would be found on the other side.
With a quick lunge she threw the door open and stepped into the light of the room. An accusing 'Ah!' was on her lips but she had to hold it back. The room looked empty. The large bed was messed with heaped covers but there were no other signs of life.
Then the edge of the blankets moved and Grace pushed the door quietly closed. She watched intently as a slim form rolled under the covers and wheezed with sleep. Several strands of healthy red hair on the pillow gave Grace her first clue about who was under the covers.
She gently lifted the blankets and looked down on the peacefully sleeping face of Eileen. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth tightly upon recognizing Teresa's girlfriend. It all fit together, Teresa using Eileen as a form of revenge against her.
But Walter wasn't there. She had no way of proving anything. That's what hurt the most. Grace started to lower the covers back down but her eyes fell on the soft curve of Eileen's smooth throat. She lifted the covers to see more of the girl her husband just left.
The small white breasts lifted with each breath of Eileen's sleeping body. The nipples were relaxed, fleshy and soft. Her slight arms and limber body were fully open and inviting. The narrow waist was bent, the hips rested on one side and her legs stretched downward in a hugging tangle.
Grace felt the saliva well into her mouth as she stared at the limber, supple form. She wanted to scream with rage and drive the naked girl from the house but instead she kept staring, wondering, desiring. Her hand moved down to slowly caress the slender arm of the sleeping beauty.
From the arm her fingers trailed to the modest lump of breast to touch and press against the pliant nipple. The flesh of the nipple started to pucker and grow red. Eileen's body stretched and she let out a sigh of pleasure. Grace cupped the small tit in her hand and gave it a firm, rubbing squeeze until another sigh came from Eileen's sleeping mouth.
She pushed the covers completely away from the body and sat down next to her. With both hands she softly kneaded the two girlish tits until they responded with pinpoint nipples and a covering of goose flesh. In her sleep Eileen was making low, guttural moans, her shoulders were rolling from side to side as she felt the pleasant caresses.
Grace was intrigued by Eileen's flawless flesh and curving lines, so much so that she forgot where she was. Her spinning head wanted only one thing, to feel and touch this lovely young creature, to taste and hold the youth next to her where she might somehow drain the loveliness into herself.
As Grace's hand moved down from the breast to the flatness of her belly Eileen's hips rolled until she was totally on her back. In response to the traveling hand her legs opened to each side to lay the red-haired mound of her waiting cunt open to Grace's touch.
But Grace held her hand on the small belly and leaned down to kiss each contracted nipple, to suck the sweetness of their firm skin between her lips and tease her tongue across the tiny bump on top. Eileen's chest and breasts heaved up to the licking face, sucking lips, chewing teeth. She groaned aloud this time and wrapped her arms around the kissing head.
Grace burrowed into the sparse meat of the tits and rubbed her face back and forth against the saliva-soaked nipples. She felt the young body washing below her, grinding, twisting hungrily in response to her hands and mouth.
She kissed a winding trail down the body until her lips met the wisps of red pubic hair. Grace could smell the husky odor of recent sex coming from the waiting crotch, she could almost taste the remains of her husband on the flesh of this youthful form.
She touched the red lips of Eileen's wet slit with her fingers and followed them around the complete hole. Eileen's hips were swaying slowly with happiness as Grace inserted her finger inside the twat to feel the heat, the slickness, the abundant juices of the eager, boiling hole.
Grace ran her ringer deep inside Eileen and swirled it from wall to wall until the hips were jerking with frantic passion below her. Then she withdrew the cream-soaked finger and lifted it to her lips. The tastes of male and female melted onto her tongue as she sucked the wetness into her mouth and down her throat.
Grace pulled away from the groaning form with a sudden jerk. She stood next to the bed on unsteady legs and gazed down at the vulnerable child spread across the mattress. The taste of sperm filled her mouth, Walter's sperm, bitter sperm. With a silent curse she started undressing.
Once she was as nude as the girl on the bed, Grace lay down so that her head rested between the spread legs. The ripe smell of the small cunt filled her nostrils as she drew her mouth close and kissed the moist lips, licked the dribbling liquids and stabbed her tongue deep inside.
The heated hug of the cunt around her tongue made Grace's senses reel with vibrant feeling. She stabbed deep, twisted and rolled her tongue like a frantic snake until the pussy was crying excited juices down to her sucking lips. Eileen's body was throbbing with energy, lifting and shoving the mouthed twat eagerly up to her buried head.
When Eileen's eyes opened and she felt the surges of warmth throughout her insides she thought Mr. Cunningham had returned. She lowered her hands down to wrap around the head between her legs, the head that was giving her such wonderful pleasure. Then she felt the hair, long, much too long to be that of Walter, thicker, not his.
She raised up as best she could and looked down. The realization that the body between her legs was a woman's stunned Eileen. She fell back and rubbed her eyes in disbelief. Then she lifted again and stared. It took only seconds for her to recognize the deep tan and full, curving body of Grace Cunningham. With a fearful whimper she fell back onto the mattress and wondered what to do.
But the tongue felt too good. It was scrubbing her cunt with rapid strokes which hit in exactly the right places. Her clitoris was swollen and about to explode, the walls of her steaming box were quivering with excitement, the pliable caress of the digging tongue sent her into a wild orgasm.
She grabbed at the hair and pulled to force the face even deeper into her crotch. Her hips rose up and swayed with complete release against the sucking, gnawing mouth as her guts exploded and streams of cooking fluids flowed like hot butter into the scooping lips.
Grace felt the body responding to her mouth and reached under the straining cheeks of Eileen's ass to hold her writhing hips like a chalice while she drank the wine of her body. She ran her tongue in wide sweeps across the
