King Coral - Honey Bare

Nothing made sense at the present time. I was going back to see Nora but I didn’t really know why. Except for the fact that it appeared that everyone knew Nora. There was definitely something more about her than met the eye. Even though a lot of her had met my eye that morning.

As I left the elevator and walked to my car I wondered what reception she’d give me this time. Should I walk into her house, unannounced? I gunned my car and came out of the underground garage. The wipers were still going. It was a waste of battery juice. The rain had miraculously stopped. I peered through the windshield and saw that the clouds were thinning overhead. Finally, on Sunday night, the rainstorm was moving on. It was all right with me.

I made good time getting back down to Malibu. When I arrived at Nora’s beach house I cruised by it slowly. I caught sight of a faint light showing at two of the windows. It didn’t prove a thing. She might be out, and she’d left a few lights burning to discourage prowlers.

I made a U-turn and parked a half block away. While I walked towards her house my right hand gripped the key I’d taken out of my trench coat. I’d left my coat in the car. There were no cars parked near her house. I figured she was out.

But it didn’t matter. I’d try the key I’d swiped. If it fit her front door I would go inside and wait for her return.

Silently I walked up to the entrance, turning my head to check the other houses next to Nora’s. There was no one in sight. Even the cars moving along the main highway had suddenly vanished.

I slid the key carefully into the lock, make a big wish, and then I shoved against it, hoping it would go all the way in. It did.

Slowly, I turned it, pressuring against the tumblers. The bolt snicked softly; and then the door was unlocked. I pocketed the key. Then I was inside the house, closing the door softly behind me.

For several minutes I stood there, letting my glance move around the front room. One of the lights burned dimly and I assumed I’d seen its glare from the street as I’d driven by.

The flames in the fireplace had died. There was only a mass of charred coals where the big logs had been burning that morning. Apparently the sliding glass doors opening onto the patio and facing the Pacific had been opened slightly. I could hear the restless surf as it surged onto the beach.

It seemed as though the house was deserted but at the same time I had the strange feeling that someone was there. I stayed by the door and listened intently but I couldn’t hear any strange sound. There was only the rhythmic sighing of the Pacific.

Carefully I slipped off my shoes. I moved noiselessly across the front room rug, pausing at short intervals to listen intently before I continued. I was now at the entrance to the hallway which right-angled the length of the house.

At the far end of the darkened hail way I saw an open doorway framing a rectangle of dim light.

Silently I moved down the hallway, keeping my glance fixed on the doorway.

Several minutes later I had reached it. Again I paused and listened. The sound of the surf was almost inaudible. For that reason I was able to hear the soft whisper of a woman’s voice.

It had sounded like Nora’s voice but I wasn’t positive. I leaned forward so that I could peer around the side of the doorway without being seen. The first thing that caught my eye was a painting leaning against the wall. Then I was able to see an easel with a blank canvas propped up on it.

The room had to be Nora’ s studio. She was an artist and she’d even pretended that she’d like to have me sit for her. Obviously she had coaxed someone else to sit for her. I couldn’t believe that Nora was in there alone, talking to herself.

From my angle I was unable to see the rest of the studio without moving so far forward that I might become visible to whoever was inside. From the other side of the doorway I’d be able to see the east side of the studio.

I moved back cautiously until my back was pressed against the opposite wall of the hallway. Slowly I shuffled my stocking feet and moved sideways through the strip of darkness. I saw the draped window facing the street, the lamp nearby with the red shade and the light turned down low.

Finally I saw the red leather couch against the side of the wall. Someone was sitting on it; but at that moment the person was blocked out by the back of the woman standing in front of the couch.

She was wearing a smock that barely covered her fanny; and her bare legs were terrific. A mass of dark straight hair streamed down her shoulders. It was so long the ends of the strands were below the small of her back.

Nora whispered again, and this time I understood every word. “You’re absolutely beautiful, my dear.”

“You’re very kind,” a voice answered softly.

Nora shifted her shoulders leisurely and then she was slipping out of the smock. Carelessly she tossed it a few feet away.

Then Nora said, “I should know. I’m an artist and an expect on the nude form.

Look at mine. See the imperfection?”

“None. None at all.” The voice sounded familiar but I couldn’t be sure.

Nora was leaning slightly forward as her hands moved out. “Stand up, dear. I do believe we’re the same height.”

Slowly Nora was straightening up again as she moved back a step. She was no longer blocking my view. Honey, completely bare, was leaving the couch and coming to her feet. And she was staring strangely into Nora’s eyes.

I blinked my eyes repeatedly and stared at Honey.

She was the last person I’d expected to find in Nora’s studio. Not because she was young, she’d already told me that she wasn’t naive, but because everyone that I contacted either knew Nora, or knew about her.

Vaguely I remembered that Honey had mentioned several times that she’d had an important appointment. It had probably been this one. The one with Nora. With no cars parked outside, Honey must have taken a cab, the way she’d traveled that night when she came to Bonnie’s apartment.

While the thoughts were tumbling through my mind I was half-listening to Nora’s soothing voice. She was telling Honey that her body was exquisite, her features were exotic and that was the reason she’d asked Honey to sit for her. At first Honey seemed rather reserved; but as Nora continued talking softly to her, I began to catch a strange excitement in Honey’s voice.

Nora’s hands were now on Honey’s hips, the fingers caressing and stroking lightly as she talked. “We’re the exact height, my darling. Isn’t that marvelous? We could actually be twins!”

I squinted at them through the dimness and decided that it was true. Both were tall and statuesque, long limbed with lush hips, and magnificent breasts. The aroused and taut nipples were at the same level, and they lacked only inches from touching.

They were twins, if you looked only at the exquisite curves and lines of their figures and the waterfalls of hair that spilled down their supple backs. And there it ended. Honey was a golden goddess, Nora was a sultry jungle cat.

I felt the fierce excitement drumming through me as I watched them standing so close together that their nipples were touching and rubbing. And then I remembered Nora’s claws. It all made sense now when I recalled the way she’d played with me that morning. Nora preferred girls to men.

Nora’s bands were now feathering the outside of Honey’s thighs, traveling over the hips and caressing her sides. Her voice was a hypnotic purr and she was lavishly praising Honey’s figure.

Honey’s hands came up and grasped Nora’s forearms, as though she might have intended to move Nora’s hands away from her. But suddenly Honey had begun licking her lips, and her hands remained lightly on Nora’s arms.