King Coral - Honey Bare

“I got lost,” I said. “With the rain and fog, and all, your door looked like a friendly port in the storm.”

“Then I’m honored. Scotch is your grog, I believe?”

“Right again.”

“Sit down, Lincoln. I’ll bring out the welcome wagon.”

The moment she’d disappeared I shrugged out of my trench coat and settled onto the couch. From one of the other rooms came the sound of the clink of glasses and the breaking of ice cube trays. After a couple of minutes Nora returned.

She was pushing a tea wagon that was loaded with ice, glasses, and booze.

She said, “You don’t really need to take scotch, if you’d like something else.”

“Don’t change now.”

“Very well.”

Expertly she fixed two drinks and then she brought a glass over to me. As I got to my feet sue said, “Please don’t get up, Lincoln.” She extended a slender bare leg to show me that she wasn’t wearing shoes. “I like to live informally.”

And with that she took her glass and slid into an easy chair on the other side of the room. It was a production. As she leaned back in the chair she crossed her legs seductively. The hem of her robe scarcely covered her knees. They were smooth and rounded.

Obviously the belt around her slim waist was the only thing that held the front of her robe together. There was a slit at her waist that widened as it traveled upwards. By the time it came even with her breasts it had widened to from a provocative V. The valley of her chocolate breasts was clearly visible.

After taking a sip of her scotch she said, “It must be very lonesome for you, since Sarah left for Europe.”

“Yes,” I said. “That’s why I’ve been out in the rain. I was taking a ride.”

“She’s a charming girl,” Nora said. “It won’t be long before she’ll be a successful actress.”

“How long have you known her, Nora?”

“Bow long?” She laughed huskily. “Probably forever, and yet, not really long enough.”

As I watched her she turned slightly in her chair, then recrossed her legs again. The movement had been deliberate. With the eye-shadow and the way she was watching me through the dark lashes, she gave the impression of a cat watching its prey. More than a cat, she reminded me of a tigress.

She’d crossed the right leg over the left one; and the right bare foot with the dark tinted toenails was moving slightly, like a cat twitching its tail and getting ready for the kill.

I said, “That’s about as long as I’ve known her, too.”

“Obviously she made quite an impression on you, Lincoln.”

“I’ll drink to that.”

After she’d taken a good sip of her drink she said, “Of course, you always make a good impression.”

“Watch it,” I said softly. “Especially if you’re all alone with me in this house.”

“I am. This is my private lair.”

She put down her glass and then got to her feet. It was a cat like movement, quick and graceful. She padded across the carpet and then she bent over the coffee table, reaching for a cigarette and lighter.

Before I could get to my feet to light her cigarette, she’d already straightened up with lighter and cigarette in her hand. All that activity had loosened the belt around her waist.

The two ends of the belt were hanging limply from the loops at each hip. The front of her robe was open, exposing about six inches of skin and darkness right down the front of her. The nipples were still concealed but her breasts were mounded majestically, full dark ones and then there was the rest of her, lush, exciting, and inviting attention.

I knew I was staring hungrily at her but I couldn’t pull my glance away. My skin was on fire and the moistness flooded the inside of my mouth. It had been bad enough the night I’d watched her walk through the restaurant. Now I couldn’t stand it. Maybe she saw the heat in my eyes. Maybe she read my thoughts.

“Oh,” she said suddenly, as though she’d just realized what had happened.

Deftly she pulled the front of her robe together and knotted the belt.

A second later she was sitting in her chair again.

“We’re not quite that informal around here.” Then she lit her cigarette.

On weak legs I backed up and sat down, still feeling the rapid pumping of my heart. “Take it easy, Nora. I haven’t been feeling too good.”

“Oh? Have you been ill?”

“No,” I said. “You know. how life is – it had its hard knocks.”

“Yes,” she said. “But I’m sure you can take care of yourself.”

“I get by,” I said.

“I’m sure you do,” she purred. It was very complimentary.

“I understand you’re an artist, Nora.”

“I dabble. Would you like to sit for me sometime?” Her eyes slitted and she tipped her head to one side and studied me for several seconds. “Yes,” she added. “I’d like to get you into my studio.”

“I get awful cold with out my clothes, Nora.”

She laughed softly. “I would Imagine exactly the opposite.”

“Why don’t we find out now?” I asked.

I figured I might as well stop horsing around and get down to the basics. Ever since I’d arrived she’d been offering herself, no matter what I talked about.

She’d done a great job of heating me up and I’d gotten to the point where I couldn’t take much more.

After she’d studied me for a long moment she put down her cigarette and drink.

In one fluid motion she came out of her chair and walked towards me.

Softly she purred, “First let me feel your bone structure.”

“That’s a good idea,” I said, coming to my feet.

Her hands came up, reaching for my head; and I let her feel the outline of my skull. “You might be better in clay. I sculpt too,” she said. Her fingertips had hit the sore spot at the back of my head but I gritted my teeth so that I wouldn’t react to her touch. There was pain but I wasn’t even thinking about that. I was looking downward, right into the front of her robe. As she’d brought up her arms it had opened again, so it of billowed out, and both of her breasts were in full view.

They rode high on her chest, dusky mounds that were beautifully proportioned and firm. The dark nipples were snuggled up against the inside of the robe; and while I watched I could see them brushing up against the robe’s whiteness as she moved her hands about my head. Her perfume was clogging my nostrils, a strong animal scent that shot the blood into my loins.

“Yes,” she said softly, “you’ll do very well.” Her hands came down to my waist.

“Let me check the rib cage.”

As her hands slipped underneath my jacket I could feel their heat seeping through my shirt. It was more than heat, it was like little jolts of electricity each time she touched me. I began fidgeting, both because of the pain from my bruises and the excitement that pounded through me.

Gently I unknotted the belt of her robe and then I slid my hands onto her hips and pulled her towards me. She was completely bare in the front now; and I had to have her dusky bareness jammed up against me. Roughly I slammed her against the front of me, my mouth trying to hit hers. Her strength surprised me.

She broke out of my grip and then her right hand slashed downward, the fingernails scratching the side of my face. “What are you doing?” she demanded angrily.

“Nora -“

“Please leave immediately! I’ve never experienced such vulgar rudeness!”

The bitch!

That was the way she got her kicks, I figured. Sucker a guy along until he made a pass at her, and then she used her claws on him. Maybe she used a whip, too.

It didn’t matter what she used. I didn’t want any part of it.

She was still pouring it on, telling me what she thought of me as I went over and got my coat. As I picked it off the chair she was already opening the door; and the sound of the rain was filling the house.