Eileen Over - Eager To Bed Bunny

Ripe and lush, those were the terms that came to his mind as he looked at the heavy breasts. Hell, he could even see her thick nipples.

She was looking at the flower amp; in the garden and showing him her strong-nosed profile. Her hips were quite voluptuous, the thighs full, rounding down to those extremely long legs. An aging strip-tease artist, that was what the Countess resembled and man, did she smell of sex.

He heard her breathing faster. Then the woman shocked Hugh by turning, running her fingers through his carefully combed hair, mussing it up. Then her big mouth closed over his and he tasted her tongue.

They parted, stepping a pace back just as Claudia came out of the villa. Her long, silky red hair was tousled, her face freshly scrubbed and her full lips, sullen now, unrouged. She wore an outfit that displayed her magnificent figure to advantage and as she drew near the two people stared at her.

Hugh held his breath. Claudia was vibrant and lusty. The sharp points of her breasts poked through the silk blouse she wore and her curving hips were encased in a pair of blue jeans that seemed about to burst their seams.

She was carrying a woven basket in one hand and a leather purse in the other. As she approached them her eyes narrowed, roaming back and forth from Hugh's face to the Countess's.

"Remember what I told you last night," she said to Hugh.

The Countess said: "That sounds like a warning. Can I be let in on what this is all about?"

"I am not going to share him with any other woman."

"My dear Claudia, how you flatter me. I, a woman of my age going into competition with a young beauty like you? Oh, no, never!"

"I know the sort of a woman you are."

"Oh really, and what sort am I?"

"Hugh has tasted enough rotten fruit but fortunately for him he has not yet become contaminated. There is a lot of good in him and I don't want it ruined. If he needs anything l am here to give it to him and not you."

"Claudia, my dear child, you are quite possessive. Men don't appreciate that. Also, I know from Maurier how demanding you can be. Do you think this boy can satisfy you?"

"Let me be the judge of that."

Still smirking, the Countess turned to Hugh who, throughout the discussion concerning him, had remained silent. "Let me advise you against nymphomaniacs. My last husband ran off with one and ended up in the hospital. The woman's yearnings were simply too much."

Hugh broke in. "Suppose we talk about something else, okay? Where are you off to, Claudia?"

Claudia, angry, spoke low. "To the market. I must do some shopping."

She stroke off like a big cat, her body flowing gracefully, the packed hills of her buttocks grinding.

"Fantastic," said the Countess. "That girl has a fantastic figure. And will you just look at that back-side! Truthfully, I have never seen anything like it."

Hugh sighed and got into the Mercedes. He switched on the motor and, choosing a reverse gear, slowly backed the big car into the garage.

The woman remained outside, basking under the hot sun. "Tonight, you must prepare yourself for our wild party."

Hugh left the car, slamming the door hard. "Sorry. I've other plans, with Claudia, for the evening. Unless, of course, she is invited too."

"Claudia is the maid. The help may associate with anyone on the same level but I am afraid that at this party she would be out of her element."

"And I am the chauffeur."

"Temporarily. Maurier and I both feel you are something else. Perhaps an out-of -work actor."

"Sorry but I can't make your wild party."

"But your job calls for it. Maurier will do quite a bit of drinking. I intend to also. Neither of us can handle a car when drunk. As you said, you are the chauffeur."

That evening there was an argument with Claudia. He tried to kiss her but she pushed him off. When he passed a hand along the exploding flesh of her buttocks she slapped him hard, on the face. Surprised, he asked for a reason.

"You want to sleep with that fat, middle-aged woman, I know it!"

There was no use in pursuing such nonsense. Hugh went to shower and upon emerging found some packages on his bed. He swiftly unwrapped them; he snapped strings and removed tissue paper and beautiful, expensive things spilled out of the opened boxes.

He stared, unbelieving.

Somebody was playing Santa Claus at the wrong time of year.

There was a dark-blue knitted blazer with genuine silver buttons. Another box offered three white silk shirts with wide-spread collars. Against a background of flimsy tissue lay several club-striped neckties. Across the bed were two pairs of gray linen slacks. When Hugh picked up a heavy oblong box he found two pairs of calf-skinned loafers, one black, the other pair dark brown.

Claudia stepped into the room, her eyes blazing. "See why I was annoyed. So this is how that fat bitch gets you-with these new clothes."

Hugh was speechless. "Why… why should she… man, this is wild!"

The girl moved forward, arm outstretched to sweep the things off the bed, but Hugh blocked her path.

"Wait a minute, will you. Give me a little time to think this thing out."

"Are you a gigolo?"

"No!"

"So, return them. Hah, does she think that a few pieces of rag and leather will make you hers?"

"Claudia, I must talk to her."

"NO!'

"But what about you? The first night I was hired I found you sleeping with Maurier. If he sent for you now you'd march straight into his bed."

"I would not. That is all finished."

"The hell it is."

"Maurier understands me well enough now to know. I belong to you. Anyway, he is concerned about the party. He hopes to meet the sort of woman who will arouse his baser instincts. Me, I am just a maid."

"All right, I'll give the thing. back to the Countess."

Claudia's eyes softened and her voice lowered. "Hugh, we have something good now. Please do not ruin it. You make me feel alive and proud to be a woman. I am happy that I don't have to fling myself at these waiters and mechanics and porters when the urge to have a man is upon me."

She had said that before, but he listened intently, knowing her feelings for him were sincere.

"I have you now. I prefer doing it with one man alone and besides I want to do it with you."

She approached him, offering her body. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons on the silk blouse and her high, perfectly shaped breasts tumbled out, round and creamy, their pinkish nipples already stiffened.

Hugh needed no further urging. He was fighting to get out of his clothing and pushing the new garments from his bed to clear a space. Naked, the lovers embraced, with his erected penis sliding between her slightly parted thighs. Gently he arranged her on the bed and Claudia raised her arms high so that her globes were thrust up sharply, jutting upward for him to squeeze and fondle. They reminded him of other balls, those breasts, and he tried to roll her over to take her from the rear.

"No, for the moment take me in the regular position and afterwards we may try another."

"All right."

He tweaked the nipples that had ripened to a hard stiffness. The round buttons had changed from pink to red with the girl's excitement. Then his hands went to her hips, over the flaring curves, before cupping the spherical rump.

"My love, kiss my body."

He obeyed, kissing her neck while he stroked the wildish, womanly hips and palmed the bubble-shaped behind some more. For a moment he bent lower down, pressing his face into the curling pubic hairs and running his tongue along the slit.

Claudia was delirious when his tongue went into her vagina. The silken lips parted and the tiny little bud that was the clitoris rose hard. He rose up and closed his open mouth over one breast, testing the rubbery nipple, then the other.