Roger Grayson - The Two-Way Mirror

"You're an architect with the Curren Company right now, aren't you, darling?" she said, sipping at her drink.

Jeff tasted his own. It was scotch and soda and potent. He nodded to her question. She had evidently been doing a little investigating… or perhaps, her husband had.

"And this house, should you build it for us, would literally make you, wouldn't it… put you in business, that is…?"

Again, he nodded. "It would."

"Married?"

"Divorced," he answered

"Then… who's the little girl you live with?" Muriel asked, watching him carefully as she raised her glass to her lips once more.

"A friend," said Jeff, a bit irked at the question. Then: "An arrangement of convenience."

"Is she good? In bed, I mean?"

Goddamn! She didn't pull any punches, he thought, feeling his face flushing once more. "That" an unfair question," he said. He managed a grin. "I respectfully decline to answer on the grounds that it might tend to incriminate me."

Muriel Brendell laughed. "A gentleman, no less." She shrugged pretty naked shoulders. "No matter… Nat tells me she's pretty good and he's an authority. Of course, she's never been to one of our parties… I have to take his word for it."

Once more, Jeff gaped at her. He was beginning to wonder if his hearing was doing him justice.

"I shock you, don't I, darling," she said suddenly. "All these questions… the fact that I know so much about you… talking about my husband and another girl…?" She arose quickly and came over to fold herself onto his lap, her arm slipping around his neck, her thigh and hip pressuring down meaningfully onto his still half-erect penis. "You're beginning to wonder just what the hell it's all about… right?"

"To-to say the least," Jeff answered as she leaned over to kiss his forehead wetly.

"All right… I'll tell you," she said, squirming down intentionally onto his still hardening member. "Nat and I live a very full and exciting life. We think we have the perfect marriage. We're both equally lusty and we understand each other's wants and needs. The playroom, for example… it will be where we'll entertain a few friends… discreet friends, darling… drinks, dancing, some very special adult movies following a little skinny-dipping… private bedrooms and the like… Am I getting through to you, honey?"

Jeff swallowed tightly. He wasn't exactly certain what was registering with him at the moment, except that the weight and presence of her soft rounded, near-naked contours was increasing his libido at an alarming rate. He had set down his drink and his hand was moving gently over the smooth warm satin-like flesh of her waist and upward over her rib cage to her breasts.

"Hmmm," she cooed responsively to his touch, reaching behind her with her free left hand to untie her bra and let it fall into his lap. "You are going to build our house, darling… and you are going to be my lover… aren't you?"

"Christ!" be gasped as the large full mounds of her breasts came into view, their ripe ruby nipples pointing upward at him and swelling into palpitating hardness before his eyes. He clutched one tightly into his hand, the feel of its soft, warm, resilient flesh causing his penis to Jerk uncontrollably as she writhed gently on top of it. With his other hand he drew her head down to him and glued his mouth to hers, forcing his tongue between her smooth moist lips, beyond the barrier of her white even teeth and into the warm cavern of her mouth.

She greeted it with a caress from her own, then began to nibble and suck tenderly… teasingly.

Finally, she raised her head as Jeff continued to knead and massage her breast. "You haven't answered me," she half whispered. "Are you going to build our house?'-

"God, you know I want to… but I don't have the available financing…"

"Oh, Nat will see to that, darling," she said, running her fingers through his hair.

"Then… then, there's no question about it…" he said quickly.

"Yes, there is… one big important question… Will you be my lover?"

He realized suddenly that she was quivering. She had begun to squirm in his lap and her eyes were searching his almost frantically.

"God, yes," he gasped. "I'll… I'll be any damned thing you want!"

She whimpered and kissed him hungrily, darting her tiny tongue deep into his mouth and pressing her breast tight into his clutching hand. Then, she was on her feet and pulling him up.

"Bring your drink," she ordered, almost breathlessly. "I want you now… right now!"

She led him, half running toward the bedroom, her lush breasts joggling with the effort, and without preliminaries, let go of his hand to wriggle her bikini bottoms down off her rounded hips to the floor, then she jumped onto the large, king-sized bed, rolling onto her back in a spread-eagle position and smiled wantonly up at him.

"Now," she said, "undress for me. I want to watch you."

Jeff could still hardly believe what was taking place. It was happening too fast for his brain to comprehend. First, the assurance of the contract, now this vision lying seductively before him, waiting for him to fuck her… Muriel Standard! My God… he had to be dreaming… his eyes played over her full, well-rounded contours and tiny ripples of lust surged through him… but it wasn't a dream… It was actually happening to him! He drank in her naked curves and watched her little writhing movements as she lay stretched out in anticipation before him. He had already discovered the magnificent firmness of her high-set, rounded breasts, and now he was staring at the enticingly rounded, slightly tanned hips that led downward to the delectable sweep of long, gradually rounded thighs. Between them, spread invitingly, he could see clearly through the soft dark pubic hair covering her loins, the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit, her excitement obvious in the first tiny dewdrops of moisture glistening there.

"Damn…" he hissed. "You're a lovely woman!" He still held his drink and was staring down at her. He saw the effect of his words as she made a little mewling sound, her hips undulating as if of their own volition, her eyes seeming to glaze slightly.

"Please, darling… please hurry… I need you… she pleaded.

He began pulling at his clothes as she watched with a certain fascination, removing everything, even his shoes and socks before dropping his shorts that were trying desperately to contain the now rock-hardened bulge of his cock. Then, she raised up and leaned forward on an elbow, her eyes fixed upon his loins as he made the unveiling.

"Oh God," she gasped with breathless awe at the long thick rigidity of it standing out from his lean, hairy loins. She stared at the throbbing of the blood-inflated head, her tiny pink tongue tracing her arched lifeline passionately. "It's… it's beautiful! Oh God, lover, bring it here to me," she whimpered, moving over to the edge of the bed to meet it as he approached and stood stark naked before and above her.

Jeff felt an uncontrollable spasm of delightful tremors course over and through his whole body as she gently let it rest in the palm of her hand, slowly encircling her fingers about its thickness and sliding the heavy outer skin to and from her, her other hand moving between his thighs to engulf his balls tenderly, then… then… he saw her tongue dart out to lick at the tiny split in its glans and catch the few drops of secretion that had oozed out in his mounting desire. He groaned at the surprised hot contact of her tongue with the sensitive head of his cock, then groaned again as she drew it gently toward her with her hands, opening her lips and drawing it slowly but continuously into her mouth, her tongue beginning a slow, smooth swirling motion as she kept drawing it in… in… in… until he gaped in utter disbelief as near all of the entire thick shaft of flesh disappeared between her sucking lips and throat. At last, she withdrew her head, as slowly and deliciously, then, rolled back onto the bed, her arms and legs open to him.