Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [11]
Soon the two lovely women had begun kissing—gentle meetings of moist lips and warm tongues that made him think for a moment he might come in his pants like a schoolboy. They’d embraced softly, their plump, soapy breasts brushing together. He wondered if Laura had ever been with another girl outside of his fantasies. He doubted it, but it was nice to think about.
Finally, his investor had come back on the line, reclaiming his attention but not weakening his lust. It had been at lunch with the rambling comptroller of Ion Electronics that the fantasy had continued. He’d needed to hear what the man was saying—there was a pivotal merger on the horizon and he couldn’t risk fucking it up—but he couldn’t help himself. When he’d seen a pretty girl across the restaurant who, at a glance, made him think of Laura Watkins, he’d been taken back to that big bathtub and the two sensual women inside it.
As the Ion comptroller talked about recent acquisitions adding to the company’s value, he’d seen Laura sitting on the edge of the tub, legs parted, Pam’s face in between. Laura had caressed her breasts, just like last night, and she’d moaned and howled as Pam licked her pussy. God, how he wanted to lick that pussy. Hell, just see that pussy for starters.
And as the Ion comp droned about employee security and pension plans, he’d seen himself entering the picture, kneeling on the tile surrounding the Jacuzzi so that his cock was level with Laura’s pretty mouth. She’d opened wide with a big smile and lowered her lips over him, moaning from still having her pussy eaten below.
Even reenvisioning it now had him sweating.
He shook his head to clear it and looked at the small gold clock on his desk. It read a few minutes past nine, which meant past ten in Colorado.
Damn—he’d quit paying attention and the computer had slipped into screensaver mode. He rushed to move the mouse and light back up the screen. Then he clicked on the icon for the webcam at the Vail house.
The room was empty, dark but for the pale illumination provided by the blanket of snow outside the wall of windows behind the computer.
His heart fell. His cock almost deflated. He’d been sure she would be there, putting on another sexy little show for him. After the way she’d responded to him this morning, he’d been sure she wouldn’t be able to resist. After all, she was alone in that big house, just writing all day—surely she needed some kind of sexual release. And he’d given her a forbidden and exciting way to get it.
Even so, as he focused the camera, shifting the lens about the room, the space remained quiet, still, shadows of sofas and tables and nothing more. Apparently, he’d misjudged her enthusiasm. Apparently, she wasn’t coming to the last meeting he’d set up for today, the one he’d waited for through all the rest with a raging hard-on. Looked like the forbidden aspect of their fun was, just as she’d intimated, too forbidden for her.
“Damn,” he whispered in the dark. “I want more of you, honey.”
Laura looked in the mirrored door on the closet, studying herself from head to toe. Her hair fell in loose waves around her face, which was made up with mascara and lipstick—same as she might apply for a night out clubbing with Monica and the girls. Around her neck, a beaded red choker. The scant lacy red push-up bra plumped her breasts nearly to her chin, making them look large and sexy. Below, she wore a matching red thong that clung so tightly to her mound that the fleshy rise already looked swollen with desire.
When she’d found the small shopping bag containing the bra and panties in her suitcase yesterday, she never dreamed she’d be so thankful her friend had snuck it in, with a note that said:
Just in case you decide to give up the solitude and find yourself some ski stud. Love, Monica.
Well, she hadn