turn her cunt all creamy. 'Carl!' Her fingernails raked his back.
Carl's teeth closed firmly in her crotch-hair. He jerked his head up sharply.
'Oww!' Brenda sat up, needles of bright pain across her snatch. 'Damn it! That hurt!'
Carl yanked the curly dark hairs from his teeth. 'I'm going down to the bar to get a drink.' He stood up.
'I'm the man around here. We fuck when I feel like it. Not when you've got a hot pussy.' He started to get dressed.
'You… you… you…' She leaped up, standing on the bed. 'You slimy prick. You low, dirty son of a bitch!'
'I'll fuck you later, kid. Take it easy.' Carl had his pants on and reached for a clean shirt. 'I'll give you the kind of fucking you want, but when I feel like it. And not one second before.'
'You shit eating mother-fucker.' Brenda lit a cigarette and stormed into the bathroom. 'Drop dead!' She slammed the door so hard the room shook.
'See you later, honey.' Carl pushed his shirt-tails into his pants and left the room.
Dave tucked the blanket tenderly around Marilyn. 'You sure you, feel okay, honey?'
'I'll be all right. Just need to get some sleep. I want a nice long nap. Then I'll be fine.'
'I'll sit over here. In case you wake up and don't want to be alone.'
'No. That's silly. You go… oh, play golf or take a swim. I'll be fine when. I've had some time to rest.'
'I'd rather stay here with you.'
'No. Go… go down to the bar. It looked nice when we walked by yesterday. Quiet and everything. Have a beer. And stop worrying about me.' Marilyn yawned.
'I… well, if you're sure you'll be okay.'
'I'll be right here. You go on. Have a nice time. Talk to people. Relax.'
'Well… okay. I will. I've got to take this towel back to… what's her name.'
'Brenda.'
'Yeah. Brenda.' He picked up the towel and stood looking down at his wife. 'I won't be long.'
'Take your time. I'll sleep for a couple of hours.'
'Okay.' He leaned down and kissed her cheek, then her forehead.
A few steps down the hall and Dave knocked on Brenda's door.
The knock found Brenda sprawled across her bed. A long bath had helped her calm down after Carl left, and she smoked a cigarette as she lay still.
'Who is it?'
'It's me. Dave. From next door. With the towel.'
Brenda spread her legs. 'Come in. I don't think it's locked.'
'Here. Thanks a lot for…' he stopped, about two steps into the room, staring at the naked figure on the bed.
'Just put it on the table, will you, Dave? Over there.' She pointed to the far side of the bed.
'I… uh… I, uh… uh, yeah… sure.' He kept his eyes down to the floor as he moved to the small table.
'How's Marilyn feeling?'
'Oh, fine. Just fine. She had a long bath and a drink and now she's sleeping.'
'That's good for her. Awful shock.'
'Yes. Well, I guess I'll just say thank you again and take off.' He walked quickly toward the door.
'How about a drink, Dave?'
'Oh, uh… no. No thanks, Brenda. Maybe some other time.'
'Would you fix me one, Dave? Please?' She half-way sat up, firm breasts separating nicely.
'Well… I…' Dave tried to keep his eyes off of her body, but had little success.
'Please. Just a little drink. The bottle's right over there.' She pointed to the dresser. 'With the ice and everything right there. Please?' She smiled right at him, her entire face glowing.
'Well… uli… okay.' He went to the dresser. 'Thank you. That's awfully nice.' Brenda stubbed out her cigarette and lay back.
'You were nice to us. To Marilyn. My wife.' He stressed the word wife very heavily.
'You fix one for yourself, Dave. I don't like to drink alone very much.'
'I should be getting back to my wife.'
'I thought you said she was asleep.'
'Well, she is. I just want to be with her. In case she wakes up.' Dave took the drink over to Brenda. 'Maybe some other time. When your husband's around.'
'Oh, him!' She snarled and took a long swallow of her drink. 'He's never around, much. Not when I need him.' Brenda ran the bottom of the glass down over her snatch. 'It helps to cool me off. But not enough. There's only one thing that cools me off enough, Dave. Only one thing.' She looked right into his eyes. 'A man!'
'Brenda, I… I've got to go. It was nice of you to help my wife so much. Very kind.' Dave backed toward the door.
'Not yet. Don't go yet.' Brenda stood up. Drink in hand site advanced toward him. 'I don't want to drink alone.'
'Look, Brenda, I'm a married man. I love my wife. I love her very much.'
'She's asleep, Dave. And I'm awake. Awake and alive. Ready for you. Now.'
'No.' His hand found the doorknob. 'Brenda, you are an attractive woman. If you'd come along when I was single, I'd have happed into bed with you in a minute. But I'm married now and that's different. I'm sorry.' He opened the door. 'Ill see you around.' Dave closed the door and went quickly down the hall.
'Men!' Brenda spat the word. 'Bastards.' She drained her drink and lit a cigarette. 'Bastards. Every one of them.' She called room service and ordered a new bottle of bourbon and a bucket of ice.
Three short taps on the door. Brenda slid the pillow under her rear end and stretched her thighs apart. 'Come in, Tim.' She prepared a smile.
'Tim went off duty about half an hour ago. I…' He saw her, naked as the sky. 'I'm Bob.' He was rattled for about two seconds.
'Oh!' Brenda lost her smile instantly. 'Oh, I… I see. Yes.' She looked at him. Tall. Very tall. Early twenties, dark curly hair. Nice build, too. 'Bob.' She smiled.
'Yes.' He looked at her steadily, holding the tray with one hand.
'Put it over here, Bob. On the nigbt stand. By the bed.'
'Sure thing.' He walked casually toward her, a smile curling up one corner of his mouth.
Brenda watched him put down the tray. 'I need something else, Bob.'
'What is it?' He stood beside the bed, hands at his sides.
'I need a man.' She arched her back to shove her breasts at him. 'Are you a man, Bob?'
'Yes,' he said simply.
'Do you want to fuck me?'
'Yes.' He said it more loudly, with no hesitation.
'Strip.' She lit a cigarette.
'Sure thing.' He slipped off his bell-hop's jacket.
Brenda watched as the man undressed. The shoulders were his own, not part of the jacket. The white shirt covered a chest, broad, with swaths of dark hair swirled across both sides, a broad column of hair down the stomach, diving into the top of his pants.
Trim waist. His pants dropped. Nice round butt. The pants came off. Good sturdy legs.
Bob shoved down his shorts. Nice hunk of man-meat dangling in front of some heavy balls.
Bob put one knee on the bed and reached for her breast.
'Do you want some head, Bob? To get started?'
'If you want to, sure.' His hand closed over her left tit, the fingers massaging nicely.
Brenda's hand stroked down his flat middle. Firm, solid muscles under the tanned skin. She took the prick in her fingers and bent her head to kiss the sheathed end. Her tongue touched the little slit in the very tip and the flesh started to grow in her hand. Brenda's mouth covered the tool, sucking lightly, her lips moving in a moist caress along the delicate skin, feeling the hardness swell through the shaft. She touched Bob's balls lightly, then swallowed all of his thickening meat and sucked vigorously.
'You do that real nice.' Bob's hand stroked down her back and over her cheeks.
