Richard Long: Along came a swapper

Pris showed her to the apartment's bedroom, where she quickly made the change. She paused a moment to admire herself in the Hudgins' mirror, knowing that the print bikini set off her dark complexion and voluptuous figure in a way Max always found exciting. And she idly wondered what effect her suit would have on Hal. She didn't especially want to excite him but she certainly didn't want him to be indifferent to her.

Max had stayed behind in the living room, and was talking to Pris about his work. He ogled Jackie in a soul-satisfying manner when she walked out of the bedroom.

"I'll go down and help Hal if I can," she told him. "See you down there in a minute?"

"Right," he agreed, caressing her full figure with his eyes. "I'd better get changed too."

He ducked into the bedroom and pulled off his clothes, raising his voice to his conversation with Priscilla all the while. For a girl, she knew a fair amount of elementary physics, and showed a more than passing interest in electric-eye sensors. Max had just stepped out of his underwear when his glance fell on a small mirror on the wall opposite the door. He realized then that he'd been undressing in full view of his hostess, whose stool was placed just right to allow her to see his reflection. More than a little embarrassed, he bent over to hide, his half-stiff prick, and quickly pulled on his trunks.

His unruly cock just wouldn't lie down properly, and finally he had to give up the effort of trying to position it so it wouldn't show as an indiscreet bulge.

Priscilla kept up their conversation as she went into the bedroom to change, and Max virtuously avoided taking over the stool, which might have given him a peep at her body as she undressed. For all that, he saw with a rising interest that the bedroom's highly polished floor reflected her silhouette with considerable clarity. Down went the tight shorts as he watched with open mouth; off went the clinging sweater-blouse. Pris seemed to pause for a moment, rubbing her hands over her thighs and sex, before finishing her job. Max realized with chagrin that his prick had responded with indecent speed, and now strained in full rigidity against the front of his suit.

Did Pris give that suspicious-looking bulge a more than casual glance as she came back into the room? He couldn't be sure, but he leaped at the opportunity to freshen their drinks when she suggested that this might be in order.

"I'll go on down and check on the steaks," she told him. "Why don't you bring the drinks down?"

The respite gave Max a chance to concentrate on something other than feminine flesh. His prick sank back to its normal state of watchful waiting, and he went about the drink-mixing with a clearer conscience. Still, he couldn't keep his mind entirely off the enticing figure Pris had displayed. Her bone-white bikini was cut in a pattern much more daring than Jackie's; it seemed to consist only of several small triangles, strategically placed to hide – but also to call attention to – the critical parts of her lithe, athletic body. Yes, Hal Hudgins definitely had himself a good-looking woman in Priscilla; no doubt about that!

Max joined Hal and Jackie in the pool, swimming three or four laps before climbing out to sit on the side. And once the steaks sizzled on the grill, sending out aromas that tickled their taste buds, Pris dived in and splashed about for a time, then joined them on the edge. Max couldn't help but notice that the ultra-thin material of her bikini's halter molded her prominent nipples perfectly, outlining their shape in a way that set his pulse to pounding. Neither Hal nor Jackie appeared to notice, however, and he concentrated on other things.

The steaks came off the grill in due course, and they all stuffed themselves royally. Hal and Pris kept up a constant banter throughout the meal, a banter Max found highly enjoyable, if slightly risque.

"Max, I understand you're working for Walton," Hal said, turning to him. "They're one of my fiercest competitors."

"Really? Then you must be with…"

"Exactly." Hal grinned, not letting him finish. "Langer Electronics. But we shouldn't let that spoil a friendship. Not on a night like this; right?"

"No reason at all," Max agreed. "What do you do for Langer?"

"Sales, mostly. I gather you're in the research and development end," Hal said. "Making up the stuff I'm going to have to outsell next year."

Max agreed that this was the case. He was glad that Hal didn't press him for details of his work; one of Dr. Hensley's strongest warnings to him had been an admonition not to talk to anyone about any aspect of any project they were working on. "In other words," Hensley had concluded, "when you leave here for the day, forget everything! You simply wouldn't believe the lengths people in this industry will go to in order to get even the slightest jump on their competitors. So be careful and keep quiet!"

Max had privately thought the head of Walton's Research Labs had been laying it on a bit thick, but he certainly didn't intend to go around bragging about their latest lines of research to anyone.

"I warn you," Hal said now, his tone jocular, "anything I can pry out of you, I'll turn over to Langer! Lord knows we need an edge on, you guys!"

"Oh, pooh on that silly old business stuff!" Pris said, putting down her plate. "I'm going in for another quick swim!"

She splashed about in the pool for a while, and soon Hal finished his meal and joined her, swearing that he would pull that bikini off or drown in the effort. They cavorted happily, with Hal trying half-heartedly to make good on his threat. And when he succeeded in pulling her halter away enough to let one of her small but perfectly formed breasts escape for a moment, Pris pulled her top back into place with the greatest aplomb, not at all embarrassed by the fact that both Max and Jackie had had a full view of the delectable morsel.

"If you want those, we'd be better off inside," she said to her husband. "And it might not be a bad idea to go in anyway. It's getting chilly out here."

They all pitched in to stow away the grill and carry up the plates and cooking gear. Then Max took Hal's suggestion to pour them all a round of brandy, and distributed the balloon glasses.

"Why don't you two change in here," Pris suggested, "and we'll use the bedroom? I've got to get out of this wet suit or I'll catch my death."

Jackie got their clothes from the bedroom, and Pris threw them a fresh towel each before she and Hal retreated to the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind them.

Max toweled himself off, stripped off his trunks, and looked over at Jackie, who was doing the same but in reverse order. He eyed her nakedness with shameless hunger and flicked his stiffening penis toward her in a bawdy manner. She reciprocated by spreading the lips of her sex apart with her fingers and throwing a lewd bump back at him.

"A quick kiss won't hurt much," he said, going over to her. "And then we can get dressed."

"Just what I was thinking," Jackie said, welcoming him into her embrace.

They stood chest to breasts, sex to sex, kissing hungrily. Jackie nudged her tummy against the hard prick boring into her, saying with her hips how much she wanted that lovely item in a nearby but different place.

"I'd love to give it to you now," he whispered, "but they'll be coming back in a minute."

"Here. I'll just grab a quick nibble," she hissed back, dropping to her knees and taking his cock in her mouth.

Max almost groaned aloud with frustration when he felt her warm, wet mouth close on his prick. He worked it back and forth in the tender grasp for a moment, almost frantic with desire to shoot his cream down her throat. Jackie pulled back, however, leaving him dangling in the air.

"We'd better get dressed," she whispered. "Later, darling. Then I'll do everything to you!"