that there was plenty of time but she was still impatient, eager and at times, impulsive.
The practiced eye could see this lust that lay behind the cool, lady-like exterior. It wasn't that easy to tap though, like looking for oil.
One of the men saw it for what it was and nudged his companion.
'Little bit of cock therapy would be good for her,' he said a little too loudly.
'Yeah, you're right there,' agreed his pal as he looked at Samantha's calves.
The too loud whisper drifted over to Samantha and made her cheeks and ears turn red as she blushed, turning her head to the side. She kept staring out of the window but she no longer saw the city below her, no longer felt the plane being buffeted by the wind.
Yes, outwardly she had changed and her mother would approve of that change as would everyone who met her and who had known her before.
But inwardly she had changed too and this change would not be condoned by her mother. Inside she had grown aware of sex and, more important of the particular kind of sex she had to have.
She hadn't found that kind of sex yet and was beginning to wonder if she'd ever find sexual fulfillment, if it would ever happen.
The kind of man who could turn on Samantha Harding of the Nob Hill Hardings would never be found within the narrow confines of her social circle.
The airplane was making its final approach to the airport. Either her mother or one of her faithful retainers would be waiting for her.
There would be a Bentley or a Rolls-Royce and in its lush comfort she would be swept back into a life that she didn't want.
She had never wanted it.
It was a world peopled by beautiful people, rich people-people who were too rich, too polite. Their manners were too correct as were their friends and clothes.
They went to all the correct parties, the correct social functions, the charity balls. They even made love too correctly.
Samantha grimaced at the thought and wondered what it was like to make love incorrectly. Was it possible? Would she ever do it?
Like most of the girls in her school, Samantha had, at one time or the other, experimented with sex. Her partners had been a variety of men and, on occasion, boys.
Not one of them had come even remotely close to satisfying her, though. Naturally, her lovers had been discreetly selected.
Most of them came from the kind of social circle and sphere of influence that her mother' would have approved of had she known.
She even tried to recall with a certain warm nostalgia, the man to whom she had first given herself to. Well, he wasn't exactly a man.
But she couldn't.
He was a mere boy, the son of a corporate executive. He had just gotten a vice presidency in his father's big important firm.
He was equally versed in corporate law and tennis and had already been accepted by the local yacht club, something he was very proud of.
He didn't know anything about women, though.
She forced herself to go back in time, to remember the details as if she was trying to purge herself, erase her memory, make it clean again.
CHAPTER TWO
What was his name? She couldn't recall it. But she did remember that he was blonde and good looking. He also dressed impeccably and had flawless manners.
By an unspoken agreement, Samantha was going to let him seduce her. He took her to his apartment where they drank wine by candlelight. The stage was set, now if only the lead actor could perform.
Samantha was excited. It was a fabulous apartment with all of the creature comforts and gadgets anyone could possibly want.
What was his name? Was it Roger? Yes, that sounded familiar to her. Samantha remembered that there was a long couch and from it you could see the city sprawling out in front of you. Samantha sat on the couch, her body and instincts and lusts warmed by several glasses of wine. The ambiance was perfect.
Roger sat down beside her, draped an arm over her shoulders as she tilted her head up so he could kiss her. It was awkward and Samantha didn't like it. Maybe the rest would be better.
He seemed to be nervous and ill at ease and Samantha knew she had to do something to help him, otherwise she'd never get what she wanted.
'Does this feel good?' she asked as she put her hand between his legs.
'Yes.'
She rubbed the hardening cock there and felt her own heart begin to race wildly. She had never seen a man's cock at dose range before and her curiosity was killing her as much as her desire was.
Even though she knew that the boy was supposed to be the aggressor in situations like this, it didn't matter to Samantha.
She spread her legs and took his hand and moved it up her dress to the bulge of sex beneath the flimsy material of her panties.
How she wanted it, how she wanted his cock to be inside of her. She'd do anything to get it, especially when his fingers found her cut and began to massage it.
She leaned back on the couch, opening her legs farther and farther apart, her breathing becoming faster and faster.
'I'm going to do you the ultimate favor,' he said arrogantly.
She was young and didn't know any better so she asked, 'Aren't you going to show me your cock?'
Her face reddened a little but it didn't matter. She knew that nice, well-bred girls weren't supposed to say words like that.
But she had to, she liked the way it sounded and she knew she would like the way it looked even more, if she ever got to see it.
'You've got a hand, go for it,' he said smugly.
'All right.'
He was no longer playing with her but it didn't matter. Samantha was hot and there was only one thing which would quench the fires within her.
Her fingers were trembling as she unzipped Roger's fly finally getting his pants open. Then she started to fish around.
She finally found his cock. It wasn't quite hard but it felt warm in her hand and was throbbing. The sight of it eased the anger that had been lurking behind her passion and desire.
'I like the way it looks,' she said softly.
The tips of her fingers raced up and down along the lengths of his shaft and then they encircled the head, thrilling as she felt the silky smooth skin.
Samantha's open and sincere admiration for Roger's young cock filled him with pride and his prick quickly obliged by becoming fully erect.
Samantha felt it move in her hand as though it had a mind of its own. She was fascinated by the color changes in the shaft.
She saw the blood continuing to pump out, enlarging the head a little. The flesh on the shaft had changed in color from a white to a pinkish red. That wasn't the only thing that was going through changes. Samantha felt her cunt begin to throb a little, almost enlarge itself.
Her crotch got wet and she knew she was lubricating heavily. And there was another sensation, one that
