made herself another and stepped onto the balcony.
Sounds from the pool drifted in the thin mountain air. She went to the edge and looked down at the dozen or so people in and around the pool. It struck her how safe and secure she was in her ivory tower above them all, and then she took off her blouse, and then her bra. It thrilled her to think that if anyone looked up they could see her. She removed her panties and lifted her skirt to the cool evening air. It was very exciting.
She went back inside and mixed her third drink, leaving her skirt on the floor behind the bar. She slipped into a pair of heels and put on a short, frilly dressing gown. It was sheer and very close to see-through. She was pleasantly drunk now, and wondered when John would return.
There was a knock at the door and she giggled. 'The silly boy forgot his key,' she said. She quickly downed her drink and went to the door, swaying slightly.
It was a bellboy.
'What-what do you want?' she said, a blush burning her cheeks.
'I-I-I,' the boy stammered.
Eva felt the excitement churning inside her body. 'Well?' she said, trying to sound stern.
'I-I was just checking to see if there was anything you needed,' he said.
'No.' Eva said, 'not right now, anyway.'
The boy stood and looked at her. Eva knew her cherry nipples were plainly in view, especially the way they were thrusting out all hard and excited. And her precious hairy mound was there for him to look at, too; maybe a little indistinct and wispy, but it was there.
'You're staring,' she said.
'I'm sorry, ma'am, I… well,' he sputtered.
He called her ma'am. She giggled. He was only eighteen or nineteen, the same as she, and he called her ma'am. 'You'll have to go. My husband will be back soon,' she said.
The boy's face was red, and he turned to leave.
'Wait!' Eva cried.
The boy turned back to face the door. Eva took the bottom of her gown and lifted it up above her navel. He stared at her displayed cunt. She slammed the door shut, her heart pounding with wild excitement.
She went to the bar and poured some Scotch into her glass, her hand shaking, and then went to the bed and sat down.
'The nervy little bastard! He just stood there and stared at me,' she said. One of her hands had crept between her thighs. She felt the wetness and pushed a finger into her cunt. 'He was kind of cute, though.'
She finished the Scotch and took off the gown and lay back on the bed. She lay on her back with her knees up and her feet squarely on the bed and masturbated slowly. As the delicious tendrils of sexual excitement moved through her belly, she decided not to tell John what had happened; he might not understand.
When John returned she was lying naked on the bed. He looked at her all spread out and felt a thrill. The urge to do something he never had, but had wanted to, hit him. He wanted to kiss her pussy. She was asleep and would never know. It was a perverted thing to do, but he wanted to desperately, and she would be none the wiser.
He eased to his knees at the foot of the bed. Creeping up over the bed, he gently opened her legs and lowered his lips to her thigh. It was terribly thrilling and he started kissing first one thigh and then the other, pushing her legs farther apart as he moved upwards.
'Ummmm.' Eva moaned, instinctively lifting her ass from the bed. She had passed out, but the feel of a man's lips near her pussy started her juices flowing. Her cunt came open like the petals of a flower, ready to receive his tongue.
John smelled the delicious aroma of sex and slid his tongue into the narrow groove where her legs joined her torso. He wetted it freely and then moved across her puffy cuntlips to the groove on the other side. Eva's cuntlips were already open and waiting when he finally slid his tongue into the deep cleft. It was wet and slippery in there and strong to the taste.
Eva's hips started moving with his licking and she was moaning softly, her hands coming down to tangle in his thick head of hair.
My God, she likes it; the little slut likes it, John thought. Nice girls aren't supposed to even know about things like this, let alone enjoy it. He disregarded the fact that he was enjoying it, too, and that he was the one who had his mouth glued to her cunt.
And then she was coming. He knew she was coming – her ass lifted from the bed, her legs clamped against his face, she was moaning and crying out. Eva was coming from the stimulation of his tongue, and she was coming hard. He pushed his tongue deeper into her pussy and sucked in the juices flowing from her cunt.
When she went limp, he raised to his feet. He stood beside the bed, grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her face up to his. 'Kiss me, you cunt,' he said, pressing his slime covered mouth against hers. Her eyes remained closed, her body limp.
'You're drunk, dead drunk,' he cried. 'You got loaded while I was gone!'
Her eyes fluttered open. 'Loaded, got loaded,' she muttered. 'Need 'nother drink, honey. Get Eva 'nother drink.'
'I'll give you a drink, you bitch.' John snarled, tearing open his fly. His prick was hard and rearing. He looked down, almost surprised that he was stiff. 'If you want something to drink, take this and maybe it will give you something.' He held her up by her hair and prodded at her lips with his cock.
Her mouth opened to his cock, her arms closing around his thighs. The head of his cock slipped easily into her mouth, and she instinctively started sucking, her tongue pulling his foreskin back off the head. It seemed a rich man like John Richardson could afford to be circumcised, she thought, although she liked it this way. His cock had such a strong taste and it was so pleasurable to push his foreskin back and reveal the crimson head all naked and alive.
Eva's numbed brain knew she was sucking a cock and she knew the reward for sucking a cock was what she wanted – the hot, sometimes salty, taste of jizz. One arm released its grip on his leg and her hand found his prick. She started masturbating the portion of his prick that wasn't in her mouth.
'You filthy bitch,' John stormed, 'you want me to come in your mouth, you filthy, drunken bitch!' He had intended to piss in her mouth, but his hard-on wouldn't let him. And then he wanted to come in her mouth, wanted to come in her mouth, wanted to look down on her and watch her swallow the cum that poured from the end of his cock, wanted to see her degrade herself by drinking his sexual juice.
Eva felt his cock grow rigid and push deeper into her mouth; her reward was at hand. And then his cum filled her mouth, gob after gob spurting wildly into her precious gullet. She swallowed and sucked for more while he scoffed at her with filthy words and fucked into her mouth like it was the cunt of a whore.
He pulled free of her suctioning mouth and looked down at his prick. It was still standing erect from his trousers. Eva fell back on the bed, her mouth opening and closing. He wanted to smash his fist into her face, but he went to the bar instead and poured whiskey into a glass.
'Here's your drink, you slut, you filthy cocksucker,' he said, again lifting her by her hair. He put the glass to her lips and she gulped convulsively, her hands coming up to grip the glass.
'Fuck me, John. I'm so hot. Fuck me now and make me come,' she said over the rim of the glass.
She remained upright when he let go of her hair, holding the glass to her lips, gulping at its fiery contents. When it was empty she fell back, the glass falling to her belly and rolling off onto the bed and then to the floor.
John had his pants and shorts off by then and he looked down at her spread-eagled and ready. He felt the urge to urinate and pissed onto her golden, body. He directed the stream over her belly, her tits, and then onto her face. 'You whore, you wanton, cock-hungry whore, you piece of shit,' he yelled, his eyes full of tears, '… I love you.'
He fell on top of her, his fingers finding her cunt. He was hard again and his prick went into her gash. It was wet and ready and swallowed all he had to offer. He hated her because he hadn't made her come the first time he had his cock in her belly, and a man is supposed to make his woman come with his cock.
'I'll fuck you, Eva, fuck you until you scream for mercy!' he cried, although he knew he couldn't.
'Yes, fuck me, John. I love you… now fuck me.'
What a marvelous day it has been, she thought, feeling his stiff prick deep inside her. It was a beautiful
