Paulette Smalls - Come and get it!

He opened the drawer of the night stand on which the telephone sat, looking for a Manhattan Telephone Directory. It wasn't there. Naked, he walked around the hotel room, opening and closing drawers, looking for the directory. He'd seen it somewhere yesterday, when unpacking. It was in the middle section of the long dresser, bottom drawer.

Lifting it out, and dropping it on the dresser top, Doug pushed the drawer closed with his foot. Flipping through the tissue thin pages, he kept on turning until he came to the listings for the letter H.. After that, it was a matter of seconds before he found the Holbrook page.

There were about twenty-five names listed, none of whom were W. Holbrook. Doug ripped out the entire page, and brought it back over to the telephone. Beginning with the first name on the list, Abadeen Holbrook, he dialed the telephone. When a woman answered, he asked her about her ad. She said she didn't know what he was talking about. He apologized, hung up, and dialed the next number.

By the time he was down to H. W. Holbrook, his enthusiasm was waning. It was beginning to look like a really dumb idea, and the calls were probably costing him a fortune. Still, he couldn't stop in the middle of the list, for there was always the possibility that the next call he made would be the right one.

J. Holbrook was the next name on the list. The address was somewhere on the Eastside, in the low Sixties, a five minute cab ride from his hotel room. It was nowhere near to the Madison Square Post Office, where W. Holbrook had his Post Office Box. Without much zeal, Doug dialed the number.

A woman answered.

"Mrs. Holbrook?"

"Yes."

"I was wondering if you could help me with something. I'm trying to locate a W. Holbrook. Do you think you…"

"Walt? You're looking for Walt?" She sounded concerned.

Doug's stomach clenched tightly. "I might be."

"What is this about?" she demanded.

"I was calling about an ad placed in…" – he flipped open the newspaper – "… Rauch! Rauch! is a magazine devoted to…"

"You're calling about the ad?" Mrs. Holbrook was perplexed. "How did you get our phone number?"

Doug stiffened with attention. "You mean you're familiar with the ad?"

"Why shouldn't I be familiar with my own ad? Say, what is this all about? And how did you get our telephone number?"

Doug grinned, his cock all thick and hard and swollen again. He sat up stiffly on the bed.

"Mrs. Holbrook," he said, pumping his hand up and down his cock, "that's a long story. Have you got a few minutes?"

Jessi Holbrook was a luscious, willing, big titted redhead, who was, more than happy to hear from Doug, once he explained his reason for calling. She told him that she and her husband, Walt, had been swinging for a little more than a year now, and that they occasionally placed an ad whenever they felt like expanding their range of swinging acquaintances. So far, this ad had been very successful in finding them several new partners already, but Doug was the first and only one who'd ever called. All the rest had followed the more traditional method of writing a letter to their PO Box. She saluted his industry, and promised to tell Walt about him when he returned from work that evening.

"Do you think you might be interested in meeting with me alone?" Doug ventured.

"I'm always open to that possibility," Jessi cooed softly. "When did you have in mind?"

"Right now."

"Wow." Jessi moaned into the receiver. "What an incredible turn-on this is. A minute ago I was doing the breakfast dishes, and now I'm making a date to fuck with a total stranger." She moaned again. "Sonofabitch, that makes me wet."

"Well?"

"Give me an hour to get ready."

Jessi gave Doug her address, and he wrote it across the face of the torn out page from the telephone directory. He hung up, showered and dressed, and in less than an hour was knocking on Jessi's Sixty-Third Street, second-floor brownstone apartment door.

Jessi invited him in, they talked for a few moments, and were instantly and mutually turned on to each other. They decided to head directly in the bedroom, undressing as they walked.

As soon as they entered the bedroom, the telephone rang. Jessi moved to answer it, heading for the extension phone on the table next to the bed. With her back to Doug, she picked it up. Before speaking, she made a half-turn back, and cautioned Doug to be silent. At the same time, she grinned lasciviously, indicating in pantomime for him to undress. Then she turned her back to him again, speaking into the mouthpiece of the receiver. The call was from her husband.

While she spoke, Doug undressed. In a matter of moments, he stripped himself naked, feeling no self-consciousness, only lust. Stroking his thick, throbbing cock slowly up and down, he listened to Jessi's responses, admiring the firm, rounded fullness of her ass cheeks as they protruded tautly through the material of her half slip. Her skirt lay in a limp puddle on the floor next to her, and even as she spoke, she was kicking off her slippers. Never once did she give any indication to her husband that Doug was there with her, or what they were doing.

"I've got to go now, Walt," she said. She was cupping her cunt as she spoke, grinding her fingers into her wet crotch, masturbating herself through her panties and slip. "I've gotta pee… Yeah, you, too. Goodbye."

As she hung up, Doug moved up behind her, catching Jessi by surprise. He was stark naked, and he pressed himself against her back, the head of his cock sliding between the cheeks of her ass, pushing between her thighs, rubbing erotically against the cool silky material of her slip. At the same time, both his hands slid up in front of her, cupping her tits. She was bra-less under her thin pink sweater; and he squeezed his fingers into the spongy firmness of her big, full tits. Pinching her fat, long nipples, twisting them around, he began to kiss the back of her neck, her shoulders, her ears.

"Ohhh!" Jessi moaned, delighted by Doug's aggressiveness. She loved feeling used by a forceful, decisive lover; it made her feel feminine and sensual. Humping herself back against his cock, she continued to masturbate herself through her panties, spreading her thighs to accommodate both her hand and the thick, driving hardness of Doug's cock as it pushed from behind. Each hump stuffed her slip further and further between her legs. The head of his cock was rubbing against the underside of her cunt lips, causing her thighs to quake like jello. He felt very long and hard, and through all that bunched up fabric she could feel the incredible heat of his excitement radiating against the oozing wetness of her slit. "Oh, baby… baby!"

Taking little bites out of her neck and earlobes, slithering the tip of his tongue up and down just under her hair, at the nape of her neck, Doug ran his hands down from, her tits, and cupped Jessi's cunt with all ten fingers. At first she continued to masturbate herself, her hand moving under his hands, but then they exchanged places, and she slid her hands up and cupped her tits through her sweater. Doug rubbed her cunt hard with both hands, pressing her back into him, until he could feel the hot, throbbing tip of his own cock against his fingertips. Her pussy squished as he played with it, and she was so wet the whole crotch of her panties was soaked completely through. A spreading stain made the front of her slip sticky and damp.

"You're very impatient," Jessi moaned. She squeezed her thighs closed, shuddering with excitement when she felt the long hard cylinder of Doug's cock pressing up into her burning flesh. As if they were fucking, she ground her hips around in a tight hard circle against him, the cheeks of her ass tensing rhythmically. Under her fingers she could feel her tits swelling, growing hard with excitement, the nipples electrified with sensitivity. Her clitoris felt flooded by the love juices flowing out of her. "That turns me on a lot. It makes me impatient."