Anonymous - Wanda

He had to admit though, with some degree of surprise, that her invitation did stimulate him. At least his cock was interested. He moved closer to her, only meaning to say goodbye. He put his strong arms around her and she stepped into his body, pressing her groin against his.

"Feels nice, doesn't it, Homer?” she cooed. “I'd love you to stay. We could all have a little party-you, me and Suzy.” She was whispering, rotating her hips slowly against him. She could feel the pressure of his stiffening cock against her lower belly.

"No… no, Alice. Perhaps another time.” He broke away, squeezing her wrists and looking into her pale blue eyes with as sincere an expression as he could muster.

"Suzy's really quite sexy, Homer."

"I would think so,” he replied. He turned, starting toward the door that led from the glassed-in sun porch to the darkened shadows of the hallway and the front of the house.

"By the way…” Alice called after him while seating herself in the chaise lounge. This time, Mr. White could see her transparent gown was entirely open above the waist. The casual exposure of her luscious breasts seemed almost obscene to Mr. White. She massaged them idly, twirling her forefinger around and around her erect nipple as she smiled up at him.

"Yes?"

"Why don't you tell Wanda that I live around the corner from you?"

"She knows that."

"Tell her to give me a buzz. Even better, tell her to stop by when she's finished her business with you. Oh, by the way, Homer, whatever her rent is, cut it in half and I'll pay the difference. But say nothing to Wanda."

"I understand."

"And Homer?"

"Yes?” In the moment in which he'd turned to leave at last, then turned again when she called, she had risen and taken her gown completely off. She sat again, raising one knee to clasp it with her folded hands. The view of her vagina, with its mass of thick, curly brown hair, was excellent. He could see the lips of her cunt, pink and purplish, and very fleshy. He imagined them to be wet, but he could not be sure from the distance.

"I do wish you could stay for only a little. You surely see how amorous I am, Homer. And you are a dear old friend."

He smiled. “I wish I could. But I promise you-another time.” Homer White couldn't believe he was actually turning down his second sexual adventure in one day, and with a woman as attractive as Alice. Especially when she was so obviously hot and hungry, with such a craving for his prick.

He turned and made his way through the corridor up to the front of the house. Suzy, still half-naked, smiled prettily as she opened the large oak door and closed it gently behind him.

In the street, Mr. White stood quietly for some moments trying to regulate his breathing and waiting for his erection to melt.

He kept shaking his head and grinning foolishly. Something really dramatic was happening to him and he couldn't understand it. What sort of luck was this that had brought the delicious Wanda to his door? What sort of mad irony was behind Alice Long's sudden need for him? He could scarcely believe that she'd exhibited all her womanly charms so vividly.

But more than that, what had she meant about a party with Suzy, the maid? Had she possibly intended to perform with Suzy? The idea overwhelmed him.

Mr. White had always considered Alice Long to be quiet and self-possessed. The shameless sexual abandon of the performance he'd just witnessed had shown him a whole new side of Alice's character.

In fact, her behavior had excited him enormously, almost against his will. He stood on the sidewalk, unsure of his next step, feeling rather dizzy and in need of either a sedative or a stiff drink.

He glanced up to the sky and closed his eyes, feeling the sun beaming down on them through his eyelids.

Opening his eyes, he saw a couple sitting in a parked car nearby. They were necking frantically, the girl half-nude. Her golden breasts expanded as her lover's eager fingers fondled them. He blinked and looked closer, squinting his eyes. He saw a small boy juggling two grapefruit as his mother stood close by, gossiping with a neighbor on her way home from Balducci's.

When Wanda returned from looking at the apartments, the real estate office of White amp; Sons seemed darker and more mysterious than it had in the afternoon. Pressing her nose to the glass in the door, she peered inside. Except for the light shining beneath the velvet curtains, it looked empty.

She squeezed her thighs together and felt her pussy respond. It was already soaking wet in anticipation of what she hoped would happen. She patted her purse to make sure she hadn't lost her pornographic novel-her guide to all the new pleasures she had been exploring. She smoothed down her skirt and made sure her blouse was open to the third button. She wet her lips as she recalled Mr. White's long, snaky tongue crawling all over the smooth silky surface of her breasts. This further charged Wanda's cunt with warmth, making her knees feel weak.

She rang the bell and waited, thinking about the apartment she was going to take. It was on West Eleventh Street, near Fifth Avenue, and it had a wonderful view of its neighboring apartments. She could clearly see into many of them from her apartment, and she guessed their inhabitants could easily see into hers.

She had seen the apartment on Eleventh Street first, but it had taken her a while to make up her mind about which of the three addresses she liked best. When she decided, she returned to Eleventh Street.

After locking herself into the empty apartment, Wanda had taken off all her clothes and had done a little dance. She had gone to every window and posed before it naked, cupping her breasts. She'd bent over with her back to the window, spreading her ample buttocks wide open and exposing her tight asshole to anyone who might be watching. She rotated and gyrated her hips, and last but not least, she neatly spread open her pink virginal pussy lips with her fingers. Then she stood up straight, and did several burlesque bumps and grinds that made her luscious breasts move in a crazy dance on her chest. This was exactly what the heroine in her favorite pornographic novel had done when she had taken her own brand new, unfurnished apartment.

Wanda had gotten a lot of good pointers from the dirty book, which was written by a woman named Mary Love. She still had quite a few pages to read. The book had excited her to the very core from the moment she'd found it on the subway seat.

Just the feel of its weight in her purse gave her a thrill. And so far, playing the role of the heroine, a sweet girl her own age named Angela, had given her intense pleasure, especially in the “seduction” of Mr. White. Wanda had a terrific sensation of well-being. Wanda was glowing all over.

"Ah hah!” she murmured. Someone was coming through the velvet curtains. Her nipples suddenly began to sting when she recognized Mr. White. He was fully dressed and this unnerved her a bit. God forbid, she told herself, gritting her teeth, that he had suffered a change of heart. That hadn't happened to Angela in the book.

Mr. White cupped his eyes, peered through the grimy glass and recognized Wanda. He swung the door open with a flourish and the bell tinkled merrily. A broad smile crossed his face.

"Hah! You've come back."

"Didn't you expect me to?"

"Well, yes and no,” he said, feeling a giant surge of warmth through his prick. Once more, Dame Fortune was smiling down upon him on this very nice summer afternoon.

"Come in… come in,” he smiled happily. “I have great news for you. Sit down, my dear Wanda."

She immediately noticed a large bouquet of red roses on his desk. She also noticed that the room seemed much neater than it had before.