Anonymous - Wanda

"Oh God,” he murmured, half-aloud.

"What is it, Homer?"

"Oh… oh, nothing, Alice. Nothing."

But that was a lie. Alice was naked beneath her robe, naked! He could see her body, the lines and curves softened by the soft fabric of her gown, which made it all the more enticing. He could see the mound of her cunt, rising slightly above the nexus of her thighs. And he could even just see the lips of her cunt poking from beneath her mound as she would stand with her legs parted slightly.

He felt his penis throb and begin to lengthen. He took a seat at the table where he'd sat many times before.

Alice explained her latest complaint with her neighbor. As Mr. White had thought, the business with the pipes and the plumbing turned out to be nasty, but he held his tongue and said he'd do what he could. This satisfied Mrs. Long.

"Come, let's have a drink in the back, on the sun porch. You haven't seen it since I remodeled it. I've put in that kind of glass through which you can see only one way-if you know what I mean,” she giggled. Alice had long known about the secret see-thru paneling in his office. This had initially been a sore spot with Mr. White but, as time passed, he hadn't thought about it much.

"Yes,” Mr. White answered perfunctorily. He wasn't in the mood to suffer any embarrassment at her hands. Especially where his highly stylized penchant for voyeurism was concerned.

"It's just great,” Alice exclaimed. She strode ahead of him, offering a full view of her nakedness beneath the gossamer gown. The sunlight was now filtering through it in a spectacular fashion, outlining every curve of her handsome, full buttocks and thighs, which were even more plump than he'd guessed. She paused for a moment, and he caught a perfectly marvelous view of her breasts outlined in shadow. The effect was dramatic.

He suddenly realized she had been addressing him for some time. “You see, Homer,” she went on, “I can parade around nude, and actually take sun baths back here,” she explained as her high heels tapped tapped over the stone floor of the sun porch. “No one can see in. Isn't that just splendid? It cost a fortune."

"I imagine it did,” he replied, marveling at the construction. It looked very comfortable. He admired the view of her garden, which more than once had been written up in the better lifestyle magazines. It cost her a fortune to keep it beautiful, but it was worth every cent. It was the finest in the neighborhood.

"I'll ring for the maid. She's new. Suzy, from Shanghai. A genuine imported China doll,” Alice laughed. “And I don't have to be shy around her."

Mr. White saw what Alice meant the moment Suzy entered. She was almost naked herself. She was lithe and very lovely, with almond Chinese girl eyes, but some Caucasian features as well. She looked more Eurasian than anything else. She wore a pretty maid's apron, which reached just below her crotch, and a pair of clinging, pale green panties. The thin diamond-shaped covering they gave was so sparse that it aroused Mr. White immediately. When Suzy turned to leave for the kitchen to get their drinks, Mr. White gasped.

Suzy's lovely buttocks were pink and fully exposed. The thin strap of panty that slipped between her luscious, smooth ass cheeks, made the sight even more enticing.

He watched her buttocks rising and falling against her thighs as she walked. Halfway out of the room, she bent down to pick something up from the floor, and again, he gasped. With her buttocks spread fully open, he could see her dark hole in all it's beauty. His cock throbbed at the sight. When she stood upright again, she tossed her long hair over her shoulders and turned to look at Mr. White, catching him completely off-guard. She smiled.

"Isn't she just darling?"

"My God, yes!” he exclaimed. “Where in the world…?"

"She's a refugee. Our committee suggested I employ her.” Mrs. Long was on every kind of social committee imaginable. She was a joiner. She belonged to so many clubs that her social whirl would have dizzied others.

"But alas,” said Mrs. Long. “Poor Suzy has very small breasts.” As she said this, she cupped her own breasts through the sheer material of her gown. Mr. White gulped. What had gotten into Alice Long? Instantly he thought of Wanda.

Perhaps there was some kind of sexy cloud hovering over Greenwich Village that rained lust? In a million years, he would never have imagined that Alice Long would stand before him dressed as she was. He could clearly see her pussy, her nipples and the curves of her breasts and thighs with no difficulty at all. It was outrageous!

"I hadn't noticed,” came his reply. His penis was throbbing madly. Once he actually caught Alice's eyes traveling experimentally over his crotch. He was shocked.

"Oh, by the way,” he began, crossing his legs, “I believe we know someone in common.” He was having difficulty avoiding the view of Alice's private parts. Each time he looked, she would shift her position slightly and this would have the unnerving effect of causing her breasts to ripple or her gown to shift and expose more white flesh.

"Oh, really?” Alice was inserting a cigarette into a long, polished silver cigarette holder with an ivory tip. “Who?” She tilted her head, waiting for him to offer to light her cigarette.

"A certain Wanda… I don't know her last name."

Alice smiled broadly. “Oh, yes, really? Wanda?"

"Yes."

For the next few moments, Mr. White explained only those details of his meeting with Wanda that he thought necessary. He was interrupted when Suzy returned in her high-heeled, open-toed sandals to serve them cocktails.

He noticed that Alice was right. Suzy's little breasts were no larger than small apples, but he found them exciting nonetheless. She had very large, pointed pink nipples. Suzy finished serving and disappeared smiling. Her buttocks swayed and wobbled delightfully as she departed. Mr. White couldn't tear his eyes away until once more, she did a little spin and tossed her hair over her shoulders.

"She's really something."

"I'm pleased you like her. I thought it might add some spice to your obviously-neglected sex life, Homer."

He let this remark pass and hurriedly sipped from his glass. He didn't want to be impolite, but neither did he want to miss Wanda when she returned. She would probably take the first apartment she saw, right there on Christopher Street.

He rose to leave. Alice Long held out her arms. As she did, the long billowy sleeves of the transparent gown slid open exposing the length of her naked arms and sides of her large, naked breasts. “Help me up,” she said with a tiny laugh. “I'm so sorry you must go. I guess I'm a little too immodest for you, eh Homer?"

He shook his head. “No, not really. But can't the neighbors see?"

"You're forgetting what I said about the glass being one-way.” A small grin of invitation spread over her face.

He looked uncertainly toward the hallway.

"Suzy?” she giggled. “Oh, don't worry about her, Homer. She's one of the family."

"No,” he said firmly, drawing back his shoulders. “I must go, Alice. I have an appointment."

Alice pouted. She stood before him, making no effort to close the half-opened gown. He could see the cleft between her breasts, and the rounded, brown edges of her nipples. Her belly was exposed, a soft hill which moved up and down with her breathing. Just below that, her belt pulled the two halves of her gown together so that her cunt was only vaguely visible through the fabric. In order to speak intelligibly, he had to close his eyes.

"I must go, Alice. I must.” He didn't want to get into a discussion about this. The fact was, she was simply coming on too strong at the wrong time. He hadn't had time to prepare himself.