A. Bissell - Doing It The Gay Way

"This is a lovely house," Candi smiled, gazing around the richly-furnished interior of the Alvin Nelson living room, her heart pounding. She had worked hard that morning at her studio, taking care of all the rush photo jobs, and then she had turned the afternoon's assignments over to her assistant, Laura Wheeler.

Rushing back to her apartment, she had showered again and gussied up for a very special occasion-a call on Mia Nelson. Well, she was inside the big Spanish-styled home Mia obviously liked her, the first big step toward a new conquest had been accomplished. They were seated on a big sofa, chatting.

"We were lucky to get it," Mia smiled back, her green eyes flicking across snugly-delineated titties inside Candi's pant-suit top. "You certainly are young to be such a successful photographer.”

"I started early," Candi said, feeling a sweet tingle in her clit. The vibes were good. The instant the front door had opened and Candi had explained the purpose of her visit she had felt the interest in the beautiful honey-blonde's manner. Mia wore shimmery gold-colored lounging pajamas that revealed every sweet line of her exquisite bod, especially her big, jutting breasts. What a chassis!

She also had that lazy, well-fucked look which might make Candi's mission more difficult, but then she did not expect to make it all the way home so quickly.

A piece like this would take time and her best efforts-but she was sure the rewards would be all the sweeter. Mia was no giggly Nancy Wells, she had class, she bad been around a little, possibly with some other broad. And she would not want to lose her sugar daddy who, judging from a rather badly-posed photo on an end table, was at least twice her age.

That she had been an easy pickup for Cleve did not mean she would fall over backward for another dame. Some husbands could tolerate the idea of a young, sexy wife fucking another man, but Alvin looked very square, and a Lesbian affair might wreck her setup.

"You sure have a handsome husband," Mia said innocently. "I met him at the country club yesterday… He's going to give Alvin golf lessons.”

"That's what Cleve said," Candi replied, just as innocently. Oh, the duplicity of women! It happened so often, some wife's best girl friend fucking the husband. In Candi's case, she simply reversed the process.

"The four of us will have to go out sometime," Candi smiled. "Well, will you model for me, honey? Say, in just bra and panties. I could make you some nice extra money.”

A faint pink flush touched Mia's cheeks. She was flattered, all right. Candi was making points.

"I used to model some in Boise, style shows and things, but-" Mia hesitated. "I'd have to check with Alvin… ”

"You have just about everything going for you," Candi said, winking. She feasted her eyes on the startling juts of Mia's breasts, then along the full slightly opened thighs to the sweet cunt-curve so cleanly outlined by the gold-colored pajamas.

"Well, I do love compliments," Mia giggled. "But I'm a little plump-here and there… ”

"Not at all, honey," Candi said, her clit tingling again. "You're just right for nudie shots, or a bikini. Those skinny high-fashion girls don't come out so good half-naked.”

Mia flushed becomingly. "You must model, too.”

"Oh, sometimes, when I need a slim-assed effect and long legs," Candi said. "But I'm twenty-five and a few lines are starting to show.”

"You're very attractive," Mia smiled. "Long legs are sexy… ”

"Well, thank you, honey," Candi said. She's going for it, she likes me and my bod, Candi thought, shivering, Jeeeese, I'm getting a beautiful hard-on. But I can't rush this, I want it to be just right.

Mia felt a sweet excitement in her crotch. She had never met anyone quite like Candi Jones. Of course, that was her professional name; her real last name must be Langton, if she was indeed married to Cleve. That arrangement of theirs, having side-by-side apartments with only a locked door between, was kind of unusual. Cleve had finally explained it to her after their delicious flick-party the previous day.

On leaving Cleve's pad she had noticed a bright sports car parked nearby. Evidently Candi had seen her then, she might even suspect that Cleve had entertained her. Well, things were different here in California. She would pretend that she had merely talked to Cleve at the Daly City country club.

The big item was that Candi obviously wanted to rock her, too.

God, she's really beautiful, Mia thought, shivering again. We vibe real nice. There's something a bit masculine about her, and that appeals to me. I haven't had a girl work on me for years, ever since Pam went straight. If Alvin wasn't coming home after a while I'd be tempted to start the fun right now! He's been gone for days, he'll want a piece tonight for sure.

"I'm sure Alvin won't mind if I do some modeling for you," Mia said, her nipples tingling. "I'll persuade him a little.”

Candi winked, wet her lips with her tongue and arched her pointy breasts forward. "We gals have a way of getting our own way, huh?”

They both laughed.

Candi glanced at her wrist watch. "Oh, shit. I better split-and you said your hubby was coming home later… Look, call me as soon as you find out, honey.”

As they walked to the door, Mia was not at all surprised to feel Candi's left arm slide around her waist and squeeze a little. A delicious pang of need touched her clit. Their eyes met and held.

"I think we're going to get along just great," Candi said. "Mutual admiration, huh?”

"Right," Mia smiled, hating it when Candi drew her hand back. But this was not the time or place, they both knew it. Each girl would have time to think a while and anticipate…

Alvin Nelson leaned back in his office chair and watched his new young secretary wiggle out and close the door. A faint aroma of perfume and pussy lingered in the air, his cock responded agreeably. One of these days he would have to find out whether Joan Meadows really wanted a fuck or was just practicing her wiles on him. The curvy brunette acted very interested.

He realized he should not be getting a hard-on after the fine fuck Mia had given him the night before. A return-home piece. But as usual he had not been able to hold his passion very long; she was almost too beautiful. She never wanted to go for seconds, either. Certain little changes in her bedroom manner aroused his suspicions, too.

She had found a golfing instructor, but she also might have found some new prick. He was fully aware of the risks involved in marrying a girl as young as Mia; men stared at her everywhere she went. Dames envied her. Now she had met the golfing instructor's wife, who operated a successful photo studio, and this Candi wanted Mia to model. Well, that sounded innocent enough, but Alvin had a hell of a jealous streak. He was a firm believer in the double standard. A man had to get a little pussy on the side now and then, but a wife was supposed to save her cunt for the husband. After all, Mia was a damned expensive piece.

He pulled the thick phone book from a drawer in his desk and leafed to the yellow pages, searching for a listing of detectives. Having Mia tailed for a few days might relieve his mind. He had made a bundle on his trip to Boise, he could easily afford some private eye.”

"Well, how do you want me, Candi?" Mia asked. She glanced around the rear studio, at the various props, flood-light stands and other equipment Candi used in her business.

Candi trembled with excitement. Two days had passed since she had called on the sensational honey blonde, they had visited several times on the phone, and now she was here, ready to pose.

I want your pretty ass on that couch and your cunt pushed up for a fuck, Candi thought, her clit aching. But I have to take this slowly, carefully