King Coral - Honey Bare

My name is Lincoln Ice. After studying for more years than I cared to remember, I’d finally passed the Bar exam. In fact, only this week I’d been sworn in. Now I was a practicing attorney – without any clients!

It was Friday afternoon and raining in Los Angeles. While I waited for Suzy to arrive I stared out the window of my apartment and watched the raindrops hammering dents in the sheet of water that covered the streets. It was a good day for auto accidents. With the rain and the slick streets and the upcoming weekend, there would be a couple of hundred auto accidents in Los Angeles County alone. And a couple of thousand bodily injury suits would be filed.

I felt like a guy with only a spoon instead of a shovel should it ever start to rain silver dollars. I had a Law degree but my shingle wasn’t up yet, and I hadn’t even connected with any law firm.

Then I heard the door opening behind me, and I saw Suzy. Whenever Suzy was around I forgot all about my problems. I thought only of joy. Especially sex.

“Thank goodness, it’s Friday,” Suzy said.

Her dark eyes appraised me hungrily, as though I were the only man in the world who could give her what she needed. That look alone always made me eager to prove it.

“You don’t know how I’ve been waiting – for Friday, and you,” I said.

“I wanted to finish my packing first.” She pulled the little green scarf away from her chestnut curls and then shook her head, like a filly that hates the rain.

By that time I could smell the dampness of her hair and her perfume while I was helping her with the raincoat. A moment later she was moving over in front of the fireplace, lovely in her boots, miniskirt, and sweater.

Suzy said, “I need you to warm me up, Link.” She was embracing herself as her hands rubbed her arms.

“That’s my girl,” I said.

Suzy really was my girl. She was also a model. She made a lot of money whenever she worked. She was not the skinny type of model that you see in the women’s magazines. Definitely not skinny. She had all the wonderful curves and lines, and her chest was bountiful. Suzy modeled hosiery. She had the greatest pair’ of legs in the world; and she knew how to use them.

In a couple of hours she was leaving on her vacation. She had her jet ticket, her reservations, and apparently she had her bags packed. The only thing she didn’t have was a way to take me with her.

We’d discussed it briefly yesterday morning when she’d telephoned. “I’m beginning to miss you already, Link,” she’d murmured. “What’s a sex-starved girl to do?”

“Lay in a supply before you leave,” I’d told her.

“Oh, Link -“ after a short pause she’d added, “It might help at that. At least it would be worth a try.”

“Let’s try it, Suzy.”

“All right I’ll come to your place. Mine’s a terrible mess. Right after lunch I’ll be there.”

Now as my hands touched her shoulders she slid her arms around my neck and snuggled against me. I could feel her shivering. But she didn’t feel cold to me or against me.

I said, “I hope that’s passion, and not a touch of the flu.”

“It is,” she said softly.

I could feel her coming up on tiptoe as she offered her mouth to me. I let her come up, all the way up; because it gave her an opportunity to rub herself a bit more against the front of me.

“It is – what?” I asked.

My lips touched hers and then she was sinking back down again, rubbing delightfully against me on the return trip, her mouth suctioned to mine, bringing my head down with her.

Whenever Suzy used that rubbing action while we were kissing, she always forgot to breathe! Suddenly she had to pull her lips away from mine.

“It’s not the flu – only passion,” she purred.

My hands slipped down the small of her back and I was letting them caress her firm and rounded fanny, feeling the heat from her skirt burning my fingertips.

“I can tell,” I told her. “You’re on fire.”

“That’s the heat from the fireplace,” she said. She was becoming restless, squirming and fidgeting about as though her panties were too tight for her.

I shoved my hand down between us, feeling almost the same degree of heat coming through her skirt in front of her.

“Then how do you explain that, Suzy?” That set her off. She was pinned so tightly against me now that it was almost impossible for me to pull my hand out again. Not that I was really in a hurry to do it.

But Suzy was in a hurry.

“Link!” she said urgently, “I don’t have much time!”

Neither time nor tide nor scheduled airlines wait for those having quickies in the afternoon. I knew this so I picked her up in my arms and carried her into the bedroom.

It was a wonderful trip. Somehow the miniskirt had gotten all bunched up and the backs of her bare thighs were rubbing against my bare right forearms. Along with that, her tongue was doing all kinds of wicked things along the sides of my neck and around my ear. Even in it.

When I got to the edge of the bed I simply dropped her onto it. She bounced, at the same time already slipping out of her sweater. I pulled off her boots and crimson socklets. Then I let her finish undressing while I shed my own clothes.

Now she was standing up in the center of the bed with her feet spread apart so that she could balance herself. With her hands cocked on her lush hips, she’d also shoved out her chest.

She was outlined against the undraped window, nine stories up and if someone to the south, maybe at Wilshire, had caught sight of her through binoculars, his eyeballs would have bugged out to smear up the lens.

Everything about her was fantastic, the way it had always been. Her full, hard breasts were puffed up, the nipples stiff and needle sharp and tipped up so much that if she’d have put her head down she could have touched them with her tongue.

But her legs were the most exciting things about her, leading to the most exciting thing that she possessed – the inverted V. Supple and, slim and suntanned, they were poised now, pointing the way to her smoldering femininity.

I came forward slowly, and at the same time she stepped gracefully towards the edge of the bed. Her waist was almost eye-level but I wasn’t thinking about her waist at all. I was thinking about the joys that were just below. My hands came forward and slid over her squirming hips. I tightened my grip on her and brought her forward so that I could kiss her and let her know that I’d been waiting anxiously for her arrival. And that set me off!

She was life and love, and all the delights that I’d ever known. Her hands were at my head and hair, tugging at me, moving me against her, welcoming me, and there was the joyous reaction that perfumed and smothered me and drove me straight ahead.

The next moment I’d fallen forward and she’d clasped me tightly and held me against her. Through the swirling scents that enveloped me I knew I needed her, I had to possess her.

I beard her scream out delightfully, the same wonderful responses I’d heard so many times before; and then I was moving along the creamy softness of her stomach, feeling her shifting and squirming beneath me. I let my chest rub against her damp and heated fluff, heard her react and rejoice at the brutality of my passion as I rubbed my chest against her, feeling her long and delightful legs stroking and scraping at my shoulders, then my sides as I moved upward and onto her.

Eventually my mouth traveled up to her breasts. They were heated, swollen hard, and at the same time sensuous. I dug my face into the valley, smothered myself with the perfume that she’d placed there for me, and heard the throbbing of her heartbeat against my eardrums.