“I see ya, ya slut bitch. I see yer big floppy tits an” yer hot little ass. I see yer naked cunt, too, and it makes my dick hard.” He rubbed the crotch of his cotton golf slacks as he continued to whisper to himself. “You oughta get fucked by a real man “stead of that pussy wimp. I”d have that cunt shootin” cream all over me. I jus” might give ya a real treat and bust that little ass-cherry for ya, too. I betchya”d like that, ya little “ore. You”d take it all and beg for more. Yeah, ya”d like gettin” reamed out s”much you”d beg for it agin. Well, I”d give it to you agin…right after ya sucked it off.” He chuckled silently. “Yer s”big a slut, ya”d probably like that too, wouncha? Suck off my cock, and suck up all my cum.”
The slightly drunken man stood quietly looking through his binoculars at the apartment complex. The tall hedges that defined the property line provided excellent cover for his surveillance activities, and even though the park officially closed at sundown, it had been a simple matter to push through an opening in the brushy growth a block away, and walk to this vantage point. The rise was the high point for several blocks, and afforded an unimpeded view into the bathroom and bedroom of her apartment.
Veronica stepped out of the bath and reached for a towel. The subtle scent of peach still seeped from every pore as she patted herself dry. She looked in the full length mirror that formed the shower door and smiled at the woman who stared back. Her body was not the silicone-laced and hip bone studded exotic dancer type, but she was comfortable with the lush curves and soft valleys that posed in the mirror. She was accustomed to the stares of most men she met, and always fancied they really liked women the way nature made them. Had she the inclination, her life could have been filled with lovers, but she had become selective after her divorce. It was better to live alone than to give herself to another man who would treat her like a mindless machine suitable only for his own pleasure. Tomas had come into her life as the wind off the ocean; she had blinked, he was there, and she had known he was special. After they made love on the beach, she was convinced Tomas was the man for whom she had waited. Still, she was cautious. The hurt was still there, just under the surface of smiles and laughter, and wouldn”t allow her to reveal her true feelings.
Veronica sat on the closed commode and stroked the cream rinse over the soft skin between her thighs and then over her rounded belly. The growing hair was beginning to itch, and she wanted to stay smooth for Tomas. She trimmed to the edges of the small strip of brown, close cropped curls that pointed the way to her sex, and then spread her thighs wide as she concentrated on the satiny smooth lips that would sheath his manhood. After completing the practiced series of short careful strokes with the razor, Veronica washed away the residue with a cloth and relished the sensations the soft terrycloth towel imparted.
The final act of her nightly cleansing ritual was the application of the almond scented lotion to every inch of her skin. Before Tomas, this ritual was an excuse for the self-pleasure that eased the tensions of the day and prepared her for sleep. After their meeting, it had become a recapture of some of the feelings she had experienced as he thrust deep into her belly until she cried out in ecstasy. Quickly, she finished her arms and shoulders, and began caressing the rich, white liquid into her breasts. She watched her dark brown nipples rise at the touch of her open palms, and remembered the rougher skin of his hands. Her hands slipped down to cup and massage the undersides, and then circled each as far as her hands would reach. Squeezing gently, she allowed her slippery breasts to ooze between the grasping fingers until she was lightly pinching the nipples between thumb and forefinger. A slight rolling motion and a gentle tug made her catch her breath. Again, she cupped the soft, yielding globes before squeezing them through her hands, and when she closed her eyes and gave way to her imagination, it was Tomas causing the sharp spasms that tightened her womb.
Her hands lightly stroked the lotion into the slight round of her belly, and for a second, she imagined the hands were his. The lotion had become absorbed, and she poured more into her palm before anointing her legs.
Veronica used both hands to circle her toned calves and rubbed the lotion into the smooth skin. She paid careful attention to her knees before beginning on the velvet surface of her thighs. She was proud that her thighs were tight with the fitness of walking and swimming, but were not the muscle-bound hams that some women spent hours developing. To her, a woman”s thighs should be a soft cradle for her man, and she loved the feeling of Tomas” hips brushing against them. She could almost feel him as she massaged the almond scent into their inner surface, and she let her mind drift to their encounters on beach and bed. Her fingertips unconsciously swept the length of the sensuous separation of the puffy lips and then dipped between them to the soft, swelling wetness that circled her passage. Her head went back as she stroked the wrinkled skin, and she gasped when she brushed the side of the hood that cloaked the center of her sexual being. Veronica brought her other hand to her breast and began to tease the firm nub of the nipple and the dark bumpy circle that formed its base. The fingertips between her thighs began to circle the growing little bud, and ripples of pleasure surfed the contours of her belly.
Had she known how to prolong the sensations, she wouldn”t have had the will. Since the experience of Tomas” caress and the feeling of him inside her, she had only to drift on the stream of her memory for her own touch to plunge her headlong into the pit of her release. As her fingers fluttered over her slippery lips and swollen button, Veronica writhed in the rapid ascent to climax, and suddenly, with a tiny cry, the shuddering explosion shook her from head to toe. She continued to caress herself until the coursing waves subsided, and then capped the lotion bottle. A quick rinse removed the scent of passion from her fingers, and she turned out the light as she stepped into the bedroom. In a few moments, she was lying in the dark, and curled into the pillow she held against her front. In a few minutes, she was asleep.
“Ah…, fuck”. The rope of semen shot from his cock to land on the hedge leaves that partially concealed him. The man had pulled the swelling organ from his pants as he watched Veronica shave, and as she began rubbing in the lotion, he stroked himself slowly. When it became evident that she was pleasuring herself, his excitement heightened, and he pumped himself to release just as she was leaving his view. “That shouda been in yer sloppy wet cunt. I betcha were thinkin” “bout havin” a big dick stuck in that hole. Either that, or you were thinkin” “bout suckin” cock. Well, we”ll see. I”ll betcha”d hate havin” my cock shoved in that little box, wouldn”tcha. You”d scream yer fuckin” head off, wouldn”tcha? I”d shoot my load in ya and make ya hold yer legs together to keep it in there. I”d make ya suck it off, too, jus” like the “ore y”are. We”ll see. We”ll jus” fuckin” see, bitch.”
Veronica woke late and hurriedly dressed. Her new boss seemed like an understanding guy, but she didn”t want to push her luck. She grabbed her purse and locked the door on her run to her car. In a few minutes she was speeding down the highway to the exit for the office. She thought it was unusual that almost every car pulled alongside her for a few hundred feet, then honked and drove away. Crazy California drivers, she thought. She made it to the parking lot with ten minutes to spare, and saw Jennifer parking in the spot behind her. She liked Jennifer, and waited for her to catch up.
“Veronica, who the hell did that to your car?”
“Nothing”s wrong with my car.”
“Well, it”s the only one I”ve seen this morning that says, honk if you wanna fuck me, on the back end.” Jennifer giggled. “Honey, you may be horny, but you shouldn”t advertise the fact. It”s not ladylike.”
Veronica stared at the white shoe polish that spelled out the crudely written message. The longer she stared, the more infuriated she got. “Those damned kids two apartments down must have done this. I yelled at “em to get their skateboards out of the parking lot last week, and this is their way of telling me to get screwed. Just wait “til I get home and talk to their mother.” She opened the trunk for the old towel she always carried in case she had a flat, and scrubbed the chalky letters off the paint. It was still barely visible, but the little Honda was due for a wash anyway, and she made a mental note to take care of that on the way home.
It was a pleasure working for the new manager, Harry Cromwell. He was organized, thorough, and never asked for changes to her work. If anything, Harry seemed to be overqualified for the job. It appeared to Veronica that he knew everything about the business from the moment he set foot in the office, and the change was refreshing. She looked forward to coming to work everyday, and Harry seemed to enjoy working with her. He was constantly asking her about what had happened with this account or that, how her old boss, Peters, had done things, and most importantly for her, how she thought things should be done in the office. She”d noticed herself smiling from ear to ear whenever Harry asked for something. It did seem odd to call him Harry, but the first time she had said “Mr. Cromwell”, he”d said that made him feel old, and that she should call him by his first name. And God bless his balding little head, he always called her Veronica. Peters had called her Ronnie even though she had repeatedly asked him to use her full name.
The carwash took a half hour of her free time, but it did remove the last traces of the shoe polish. Veronica parked in front of her place, and walked down to talk with the skateboarders” mother. The third time she pounded on the door, the next door neighbor yelled through the window that the family had been away for three days. Veronica walked back to her apartment in mild shock. She had no enemies of which she was aware, but someone had picked her out of all the other residents to write that crude message on her car. She was still wondering why as she drove to Tomas” house for dinner, and thought of everyone she had known for the last couple of years. She had caused no harm to any of them. She continued trying to solve this riddle, and took no notice of the beat-up white Toyota sedan that had worked it”s way to follow two cars behind her. She took the exit to the coast road, and was soon cruising up the blacktop that led to Tomas” drive. The rickety gate that stood sentinel over the gravel drive to Tomas” private beach brought a smile to her face. Tomas had still not locked it, but it really didn”t matter; now, she just took the steps that led from Tomas” patio to the secluded horseshoe of sand. A half mile later, Veronica made the left turn into Tomas” drive and in two minutes was parked in front of the sprawling two-story beach home.
Veronica had been surprised at the grandeur of the place on her first visit. The home had been built in the fifty”s, and sported the opulence befitting her movie producing first owner. The mission style blended well with the view of the Pacific that filled the glass paneled rear of the living and dining rooms and den. Though the deep blue of the ocean beckoned one from the large expanse of manicured back lawn and gardens, an in-ground pool with pool house grew from their center. She had sampled the crystal clear water of the pool, and often on weekends, she and Tomas spent the entire day lounging on its brick paved shore. When the evening breeze wafted salt air up the slope to the house, they would take Rocky, Tomas” black lab, for a walk on the beach.
Since their chance meeting, and her resulting incredible sexual experience with Tomas, Veronica”s life had taken on a fairy-tale feeling. Tomas was a vice-president of the corporation that had just purchased her employer, Osborne Products. The day after their meeting, Tomas had fired her old boss, and asked her to dinner at his house. They had made slow, lingering love on his bed, and she woke the next morning filled with a love of herself, a love of live, and a love for this slender, dark man who had magically appeared in her life. In the three weeks since, she had floated through the days and nights on the stream of her thoughts of the present and the possible future. The crude message on her car had been an abrupt bend that had caused her to pause, but she decided not to burden herself or Tomas with the incident. She had decided it was probably just the handiwork of one of the teenagers who frequented the park behind her apartment.
At the ring of the doorbell, Veronica heard Rocky”s deep bark. Rocky was the second love of her present life. Veronica had always wanted a dog, but the apartment owner had little understanding of a tenant”s desire for a pet. Rocky had taken an instantaneous like to her, and she loved him back with all her heart. When Veronica visited the beach home, Rocky was seldom far from her side.
Tomas opened the door, and she easily fell into his outstretched arms. The deep kiss took away her breath, and she pulled him close.
“Tomas, you sure know how to greet a lady.”
“No, only very special ladies.” He smiled. “I thought we”d dine on the patio tonight. The breeze is cool, and the sunset should be really nice. Maria has fixed a nice baked grouper stuffed with scallops, and we”re also having carrots in cream sauce and stuffed cherry tomatoes. I found a nice Chablis the other day, and I bought a case. We”ll sample it tonight.”
“It sounds yummy, but honestly, Tomas, if I keep eating like this, I won”t be able to get into any of my things. Can we just have a salad sometimes?”
“Tomorrow, I promise, we”ll have salad. Maria makes a crab salad with buttered croutons and cold pasta and parmesan cheese that will make you drool. I”ll ask her right after dinner. As for not fitting into your clothes, well…I can”t say that would be all that bad.
Veronica frowned at the glint in his eye, and feigned a slap to his arm. “You may be able to eat all those calories and not do anything, but I”ll blow up like a balloon. Maybe she could leave out the crab and croutons and other stuff, and substitute a nice vinaigrette?
“All right, it”s one naked salad for the lady, but I won”t share if you change your mind.”
He offered his arm and they walked to the patio. Rocky, as usual, fell into step beside her.
After dinner, Veronica rose, picked up her glass, and beckoned to Tomas.
“I need to walk after that feast. Let”s go down to the beach.”
Veronica hadn”t worn hose in anticipation of this walk, and she stopped at the bottom of the steps to slip off her heels. The gritty surface of the sand massaged her feet as she walked to the water”s edge. The firm sand that was washed by the gentle waves felt cool. She breathed in deeply of the musky ocean smell that seemed to be blown inland in the wake of the sun”s rushing dive beneath the horizon. God, she loved the ocean almost as much as she loved life.
Tomas put his arms around her waist and pulled her hips into his thighs. He nuzzled her neck and Veronica lay her head back on his shoulder.
“Tomas, do you ever wish you were a beach bum instead of a vice-president?”
“Every day when I come down here, but that”s not a very practical wish. Without a job, I”d be living under an overpass, and I”d have never met you.” He kissed her gently on the cheek, and she turned to face him.
“Well then, I wish we were the Indians that lived here before California was settled. We”d live on the beach, and catch fish, and make love every day.”
Tomas chuckled. “I like the part about making love, but I”m lousy at fishing. We”d probably starve to death in each other”s arms.”
Veronica put her arms around his neck and gave him her best stare of raving passion. “There are worse ways to go.”
By now, Tomas knew the signs she made when inviting him to share her body, but he enjoyed the little ritual that she played out these occasions. Veronica looked at him, and her green eyes smoldered with the fire of passion. Her lips parted, and she raised on her tiptoes to press her lips to his. Her eyes were just closing in anticipation of the soft crush of her mouth on his when Rocky barked.
“Oh, Rocky, you bad boy. Can”t you see that we”re having a good time here?”
Thomas laughed. “He knows that. He just wants to join in.”
“Well, he can”t. I”ve seen that tongue. It”s a lethal weapon.”
Neither of them saw the reflected orange flash cast by the binoculars as they climbed the steps. Neither of them saw the man make the crouching trot back to the white Toyota parked at the end of the gravel drive. He waited until he saw them enter the house before starting the engine and driving back down the lane with the headlights off.
They sat on the patio bench talking over the background of soft jazz. They both enjoyed going out, but the quiet conversation seemed right to her. They had spent many such nights just sipping a good wine and talking about their lives, dreams, and each other.
“Veronica, do you ever wonder why we happened to be on the beach at the same time?”
She had asked herself that same question a thousand times, and the answer was always that some higher power had arranged it. They had been drawn together on that night so quickly that she couldn”t imagine any other cause. She had longed to tell him that, as he walked her back to her car, but she hadn”t been sure. After the weeks of being with him, she was more certain of her love that of anything else in her life. She started to tell him, but her practical mind overpowered her emotions.
“I don”t know, just coincidence, I guess. I came here a lot, and it was probably only a matter of time until it happened. Why?”
“I don”t know…I”ve been thinking about it a lot lately and -”
His words were cut short by the ring of the telephone.
“This is Tomas….Oh, hi Norm….The retreat?…Yes, I can make it, I think, if I leave early tomorrow morning. How long will we be there?…OK, I”ll see you tomorrow then.”
Tomas face was sober when he rejoined her on the couch.
“That was Norm Chambers, the CEO. I have a meeting at the retreat in Vermont in two days. I”ll have to leave early to get there in time, so I guess you”ll have to make your own salad. I”m sorry, but I have to go. There”s only one phone, except for cell phones, and Norm will make us leave them in our rooms. He doesn”t like to have his meetings interrupted. I”ll try to call you every night, but it will be late.”
“Every night? How long will you be gone?”
“Norm said we have a lot of plans to make, and it”ll take a couple of days.”
Veronica stood and reached behind her back to unzip the light cotton dress. It fell to the floor in a soft pile. She walked to Tomas, put her arms around his neck, and melted his mind with her flashing green eyes. “Well, then I guess you”ll just have to make love to me all night to tide me over until you get back.”
Tomas easily picked her up and carried her to his bedroom. Maria had turned down the sheets, and he lowered her to the soft cotton surface. He made to rise, but Veronica pulled him to her lips. Veronica”s kisses of passion were hot, wet experiences of sensations that set his every nerve aflame. He eased down beside her without breaking their union, and lightly caressed her sides as she stroked his hair. She pulled the light bra up over her breasts and guided his hand to the soft globes. His touch sent a small purring sound through her lips.
He pushed gently away, and undressed as he drank in the curves that sprawled erotically on his mattress. Veronica smiled up at him as she finished removing the bra, and looked positively devilish as she rolled the panties over her thighs. She raised her hips from the bed and slipped them down, and then kicked them over her slender ankles. With a small sigh, she stroked her hands up her inner thighs and spread them wide.
“I shaved last night, just for you. I”m all soft and smooth.” She ran her hands over the pouting lips. “You should feel just how soft and smooth I am.” Veronica slipped her finger through the slightly parted petals and moved it up. “Ummm. You”re going to feel so nice inside me tonight.”
She slipped the finger back down, and it pushed deeper and deeper until it was hidden. “I”ve been waiting for this all day, lover, and I”m all wet and slidey for you.”
Tomas climbed on the bed and knelt beside her. He ran his hand up her thigh and caressed her sex. “It is smooth.” He tried to open her thighs enough to lay between them, but Veronica squeezed them shut around his hand.
“Uh-uh, sweetie. Not yet.” She raised herself, and pushed him on his back. “You always take control. Tonight, I”m gonna drive you crazy first.”
He was always amazed by the sensations she could create with just two hands and her lips. Veronica nuzzled his neck and then kissed her way down his chest. She detoured to kiss each pectoral muscle, and then found the way down his hard belly. Her hands cupped his butt and kneading it before lightly raking the skin with her nails. The sharp sensation caused him to flinch, and she giggled. “I think you like that. Let”s do it some more.”
The nails scratched his skin from mid thigh to the top of his hips, and little tingles raced through Tomas” body. She repeated the movement with the same effect, and then swirled her fingers through the dark curls around his belly button. “Hmmm, you have an inney. I wonder if there”s an outey somewhere around here?” The hand slipped lower and softly collided with his stiff manhood. “Yep, this is definitely an outey.” Her fingers closed around the shaft and slipped up his length. The rigid member jerked. “I”m gonna love having this outey in my inney, but first, you”re gonna groan a little.”
Tomas slipped his hand underneath her and lightly tweaked her nipple.
“Hey, that”s not fair. Now, behave yourself. I”m supposed to be driving you crazy.” She pulled away and breathed on the head of his cock.
Tomas groaned. “You”re doing a pretty good job of that. Oh, God.” Veronica had just licked his shaft from base to tip.
“It seems like you like that too. Let”s see what happens if I do this.” She licked again, and then closed her lips over the swollen, purple head. Tomas rocked his hips toward her.
“Ah-ah-ah, I”m gonna drive for a while, remember? Just lay back and enjoy.”
The soft lips pulled him in and then released him with a quiet “pop”. He felt the soft tongue slip wetly up the underside again, and then the heat of her mouth closed over him. Fingernails softly raked against his chest as Veronica suckled gently and then let him go. Again the wet lick caused his cock to pulse, and he couldn”t help the groan as she sucked him between her lips and cradled his balls. Her other hand closed around his length to keep him from thrusting into her throat, and she traced little circles around him with her soft tongue. The hand began stroking him, and Tomas caught his breath.
The woman is an exquisite torture, he thought. He had experienced this before and knew she would turn him into a groaning, thrusting slave to his pleasure before she stopped. The anticipation made the sensations more intense, and soon he was excited to that very state. He had to stop her before…before…no…not yet…
She knew it was coming and moved her face aside as her small hand quickly pumped his shaft. The white spurt landed on his thigh, and was followed by a second and third before she released him.
The impish little voice barely broke through his spinning mind. “Are you crazy yet?”
“I”m stark raving mad. I”m also going to spank that sweet little butt, you little devil. Why didn”t you stop?”
“If you spank me, I won”t do it again.” The devilish grin was back. “We”ve never done this before, and I just wanted to try it out. I think it was fun. You should have seen your face. Do I look like that?”
“I don”t know. I”m usually pretty busy at the time. God, where did you learn -”
“Now, now, it”s not polite to ask that question. Let”s just say it”s a natural talent, OK?”
“Whatever you say, but it”s my, or rather, your turn now, so lay down here. It”s going to take a few minutes for me to get, um, crazy again, and I intend to use them well.”
Tomas knew the little dark nipples were a special place on her body, and he loved rubbing his fingertips over them as they wrinkled into rubbery nubs. He watched in pleasure as the dark circles beneath them changed from satiny smooth skin to ridges that sprouted little bumps. Veronica had closed her eyes and her parted lips spoke silent encouragement. His mouth closed over the right nubbin and pinched gently. Veronica”s sharp intake of breath was a satisfying prelude to what he knew would culminate in pure ecstasy for both of them. He suckled gently as he caressed her belly, and felt her muscles tense as he pinched again. Tomas moved to the other breast and teased the rough tip with his tongue. Veronica stopped him by mashing his face into the yielding mound as she moaned. He pulled firmly on the nipple and she moaned again.
“I love that; God, do I love that.”
As much as he loved her brown tipped breasts, Tomas loved the rest of her body as well, and he set about exploring the gentle hills and valleys of the woman who lay beside him. He continued to suckle and tease each breast as his hands roamed over the curve of her waist and hip and then down her silky thigh. He slipped his hand between the two slender pillars of satiny skin and Veronica parted them. The friction of his fingertips sent shivers through her as he made his way to the parted portal of her sex, and when he brushed lightly over the shaven lips, Veronica spread her thighs wider. The little slit opened enough to let the swelling inner petals seek their share of Tomas” gentle touch. He spread her sex and rubbed softly over the convolutions of this most secret skin. The slippery surface rippled under Tomas” fingertips and she lifted her hips to gain more pressure. Now it was his turn to tease.
Tomas made feather-light strokes from her beckoning entrance to the hood that covered her little gem. He slipped a wet fingertip beside the small bump and stroked lightly. Veronica gasped again. Tomas adjusted his position to accommodate his swelling shaft and repeated the whisper-soft touch. At the end of his short journey through her flower, he felt the little bud beginning to appear, but didn”t touch it. His finger just slipped along the side again, and pulled the little hood back a bit. The breathy “Oh” from Veronica completed his return to readiness and he pressed himself into her thigh.
His finger dipped deep and was coated with her slippery nectar. Tomas curled his fingertip up to the top of her passage and massaged firmly before slipping back to the surface. Veronica”s little button had emerged and he barely touched the tip. Veronica cried out and her hips jerked. He brushed it again, and sucked hard on her nipple, and she pulled his face into her breast. The small circles he was tracing around the little nub made her arch and cry out again. Veronica threw her leg over him and pushed him on his back. She rose to straddle his shaft and reached between them to take it in her fingers.
Tomas chuckled. “But Veronica, we didn”t get to the best part yet.”
“I don”t care. I”m gonna explode if I have to wait any longer.”
She pushed his shaft down on his belly and settled over it. One rocking motion of her hips split the lips of her sex with the shaft of his cock, and she began to rub herself over his length. He felt the little nubbin raking over the underside of his manhood as she spread her wetness on both him and herself. Veronica lifted her hips, grasped the stiff shaft, and pushed it to the entrance of her passage. With a loud sigh, she slowly sank over his cock until the curls on her mound meshed with his.
“If you only knew how it felt to have you inside me.”
“But I do, and it feels great.”
Veronica lifted herself almost to the point of allowing him to slip from the velvet grip of her lips, and then slowly impaled herself again. As she repeated the motion, Tomas lightly stroked the underside of her breasts. Veronica shivered, and he placed his palms over her nipples. He moved his hands in circles in time with her movements, and her speed gradually began to increase. Tomas slipped one hand between them and found the little nub that was straining to touch his cock as she slipped over him. He began the same circular rubbing motion, and Veronica began to breathe quickly. Her belly rippled as he rolled her nipple at the same speed, and when he tugged gently, Veronica threw back her head. Her familiar little “Ah” popped from her throat and she ground her sex into his crotch. He quickly rubbed the very tip of her little button and tugged her nipple firmly, and her head lolled to one side. The satin grip of her belly around his manhood tightened and he thrust into her.
Tomas had learned that the art of making love was one of gentle, gradual, excitation of both partners; his intention was to make tonight as pleasurable for Veronica as he could manage. His earlier quick release had allowed him to more control of his own level of arousal, and he was taking his time. A light caress on soft skin here, a gentle pull on a nipple, a teasing tickle on her protruding love button served to bring Veronica to the edge, and Tomas stopped. She opened her eyes and started to speak as he rubbed the little button firmly. Veronica moaned, jerked her hips to bury him in her silken softness again, and tried to quicken the pace. Tomas wouldn”t allow her to do so, and stayed with her movements to keep himself buried in her.
With each rise in passion, Veronica passed the last level of tension, and after Tomas had lain quietly for the third time, she was panting and trying vainly to stroke herself over his member.
“God, don”t stop again. Let me go, God, let me go.”
Tomas complied and resumed the long strokes. This would be the time; this would be when they would find release together. He could not hold back again. Veronica”s warm, wet, grasp was impossible to ignore any longer. He moved his hands from the hold on her hips to caress her sides. Veronica was rocking mindlessly over him now, and when he roughly brushed the tips of her nipples, he felt the shudder in her belly. Veronica placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned into them. She thrust herself over him with increasing speed. The little button raked the shaft of his member slightly until he again slipped his finger between them. He found the stiff little nubbin and massaged around and over the silken surface. Veronica began the series of little sighs and moans that meant she was close.
The end came as it always did. Veronica seemed to open to him wider and wider until he felt the end of her passage pressing against him. The sensation was incredible and he lost control. Tomas thrust hard inside her as she rode down on him. The ripples began cascading over his buried cock, and he rolled her nipple and then pulled. Veronica”s cry of passion was followed by another, and then another, until her body shook with the first wave of release. Tomas thrust deep and then lost himself in the wet clasp that pulled him deeply into the wet heat of her inner core. The hard thrust that lifted them both caused his seed to burst from his body.
Veronica had become a mindless mass of sensations and shuddering waves of release. She jerked her hips back and forth over the manhood that spewed white, sticky strings of warm liquid deep in her belly, and her cries filled the large bedroom until she collapsed on his chest in the reverie of spent lust.
Veronica lay listening to his heartbeat as it slowed from its racing pace, and thought of how she had grown to need this man in her life. Their first coupling on the beach had been more than just a simple act of sex. She had become one with his body, and afterwards, for the first time in her life, she had found the feelings of security and satisfaction as Tomas cradled her in his arms. The feelings were confusing; after her divorce, she had become wary of involvement for fear that the result would be marriage, the subtle passage from being a partner to becoming her husband”s property, the final battle to become herself again, and then the ending in divorce. She could not, would not, let that happen again. If only she didn”t have these feelings, she”d -.
“A dollar for your thoughts.”
She opened her eyes into his smile. It took a bit of mental effort to subdue the feelings of bliss enough to push herself up. “I”m just thinking about how wonderful you make me feel, and it”s a penny.”
“Only a penny? I think your thoughts would be worth much more than a penny.”
He wanted to tell her that her thoughts were priceless to him, and that he hoped she had the same feelings about them as did he. It was agony, not being able to tell her. He had to know the outcome of the meeting first. Depending on the decisions made there, she might hate him, and he wouldn”t cause her more pain by forcing that emotion after he”d said he loved her.
“Tomas, I don”t want to have any thoughts tonight. I just want to be with you while I can.” Veronica leaned down and kissed him. Her breasts brushed the short, curly hair on his chest, and a tiny tingle raced down her body. The contraction in her belly pushed Tomas” flaccid member from her. Veronica looked between her thighs at the soft cock that lay on Tomas belly. “OOPS, that wasn”t supposed to happen. You get right back in there where you belong.”
“You”ve worn the little guy out, and he needs to rest.”
“He can rest tomorrow; tonight, I want to feel him again. You may stop when I pass out, thank you, and I”ll settle for nothing less.” Veronica giggled wickedly. “Now, let”s see what we can do to wake up my tired little soldier.”
Veronica was exhausted but satiated when she arrived at her apartment. They hadn”t managed to keep going through the night. She had fallen asleep after their second exquisite union, and hadn”t stirred until she heard Tomas in the bathroom the next morning. She had tried to entice him to rejoin her under the sheets, but he had a flight to catch, and after some wonderfully arousing kisses, he had left. Veronica thought about a shower, but decided to wait. With any other man, she would have wanted to remove the sticky feeling that she felt between her thighs, but with Tomas, it was different. She imagined herself living in this house with him as his life partner, and much to her surprise, a fleeting thought of bearing his children insinuated itself into her mind. She smiled at the notion of a little girl and boy running on the beach with Rocky, but quickly frowned the thought into obscurity. She didn”t even know if Tomas felt that way about her. She might only be a good fuck that he would tire of shortly.
The note taped to her door brought her out of her dreamlike state. She unfolded the white typing paper and read.
Did you like your fuck last night? Wait “til you feel my stiff cock in your cunt. You”ll never want that fucking wetback again.
Veronica quickly looked in all directions, but saw no one. She unlocked the apartment, stepped inside, and locked both locks. It wasn”t until she tried to dial the phone that she realized she was shaking.
The police sergeant was comforting, but was otherwise of little help. He took the note, but told her that unless they found a fingerprint, which was unlikely, the ink-jet printed characters were of no help in tracing the writer. He recommended that she keep her door locked and report anything suspicious. He had been gone only five minutes when the phone rang.
“Hello.”
The male voice was muffled and low. “Hello, bitch. I see you called the cops. Won”t do you any good; I”m smarter than they are. Is that bastard”s cum still drippin” down your legs?”
She tried to calm the panic. “Who is this? What do you want?”
“I”m the cock that”s gonna fuck your brains out. I bet your tits are gettin hard already. You go wash that jizz outa your pussy. I want you clean when I stick it in.”
She slammed down the receiver. The caller ID said only “pay phone”. Veronica called the police again.
“Miss Renas, we got the number from the phone company; it”s a pay phone in the park back there. Nobody was around when we got to it, so we don”t know who the guy might be. You”re sure you haven”t upset anybody in the last few days? Most of these stalkers are either mad at the target, or they think they”re in love with them. How about someone that you turned down for a date, or someone who flirts with you at work?”
“No, except for my boss, all the other people at work are women, and he”s never done anything like that.”
“Well, we”ll check him out anyway, just in case. In the meantime, can you find someplace else to stay? He knows you”ll either be here, at your boyfriend”s or at work. If you”re not here, he won”t be able to bother you. We”ll have a car drive by here every couple of hours to see if he comes back, and even if he finds out where you are, if you”re with somebody, he probably won”t risk anything there. Most of these people are not very brave. That”s why they leave notes and make obscene phone calls.”
Veronica called Jennifer, and after throwing a few things in a suitcase, she drove to Jennifer”s house.
That evening, she tried to reach Tomas at the retreat, but the woman on the other end said the staff was still meeting. She promised to tell Tomas of her call, and to give him the number, but didn”t know when they would be done. It was almost midnight when Jennifer”s phone rang.
“Veronica, it”s for you. I”ll, uh, go take a bath.”
“Tomas?”
“Yes, sweetie. I”m sorry about the time, but when Norm gets going, it”s hard to shut him up.”
“Tomas, somebody is trying to get me. He left a note on my car, and another on my door, and somehow, he knows about us. I got a call from him tonight, and he said he was going to…rape me. I”m scared to death.”
“Have you called the police?”
“Yes, but a fat lot of good that did. They can”t find that he”s left anything they can use, and just told me to stay somewhere else for a while. I”m at Jennifer”s.”
Veronica paused when she heard the woman”s sultry voice in the background. “Tommy, come on. Our drinks are getting warm. I like my men warm, but I like my drinks cold.”
“Tomas, who was that?”
“Oh, that was, uh, Judy, my secretary. She came along to take notes of the meeting. She and the rest are here in the hospitality room for a little relaxation before we go to bed.”
Veronica”s tone was tinged with irritation. “Will you be going to bed alone?”
“Of course I will. What are you think…, Veronica, this is just what I”m telling you it is, and nothing more.”
“Why don”t I hear anybody else in the room?”
“They haven”t gotten here yet. The meeting just let out.”
“I see. OK, well, I”m sorry I bothered you.”
She didn”t hear his plea of “Veronica”. The phone was already on the hook.
The phone rang a few seconds later, and Veronica picked it up.
“Tomas, I really don”t want to talk to you right now.”
I was the same muffled voice. “Well, that”s all-fucking right with me, “cause I hate that chicano cocksucker anyway. By the way, your roommate has great tits. Not as big as those jugs you haul around, but still really fucking nice. Maybe I”ll screw her after I get done with you. I”ll letcha watch if you want.” Veronica slammed the phone down in the middle of his laughter, and ran to the bathroom to get Jennifer.
The police combed the area, and found nothing. One of Jennifer”s neighbors told them about seeing a white Toyota in the neighborhood earlier that day, but as the cop said, there were about ten thousand white Toyotas in the city, and without a license plate number, they couldn”t do much. They promised to have a car drive by the house.
Now, she hoped Tomas would call again. She fell asleep on the couch at three, and Jennifer woke her at six. Neither had slept well, but they dragged themselves into work. Her voice mail light was blinking and she dialed the access and password numbers.
“Veronica, this is Tomas. I know you won”t believe this, but what I told you is the truth. I didn”t get the chance to tell you before you hung up, but the meeting will end tomorrow morning and I”ll be home in the afternoon. I”d like to pick you up at Jennifer”s about seven, if you”ll grant me one last meeting. We have a lot to discuss. I hope I”ll see you then.”
The day passed slowly. In between trying to do her work and trying to keep her eyelids from falling shut, she thought about Tomas” message. Should she believe him? Maybe he was telling the truth. She”d never thought she was glamorous enough for Tomas, and maybe he did have another woman with him, a woman fit to be in his company at such an important meeting. She knew from Peters that a gorgeous wife could be a career boost for a rising executive. If his wife was an example of what was required, Veronica knew she didn”t have a chance. Maybe it was his secretary, and Tomas just took the opportunity for a little fun. By the end of the day, she had dissected everything fourteen times and was still without a believable conclusion. Her instincts even confused her. Veronica knew she loved Tomas, but her practical side said she hadn”t known him long enough to really know him. Maybe he was just playing her along with a couple of other women to satisfy his sexual urges. All she knew for certain was that she had to talk with him. When she and Jennifer got home, Veronica dressed casually in low-cut jeans and a T-shirt and waited for Tomas. At five to seven, he drove in the driveway. He made a little small-talk with her and Jennifer and then they drove to his house. Tomas noticed the little white car behind him, but since Veronica hadn”t told him about any car, and wasn”t talking now, he thought it was just someone going the same way.
Veronica expected to see Rocky”s toothy laugh when Tomas opened the door, but instead was greeted by a plump, smiling faced woman of about sixty. The woman”s expression was so stiff as to almost be a frown.
“Veronica, meet Judy. Judy, Veronica.”
“Miss Renas, I owe you a rather large apology, I”m afraid. Tomas and I were alone in that room together, but it was just as he told you. I”ve worked with him for ten years, and we joke around a lot. I knew he was calling you, and I thought I”d mess with him a little. I didn”t hear everything else he said. I guess the doctor is right and I do need a hearing aid. Anyway, I didn”t mean any harm, honestly. I know you can”t ever forgive me, but I didn”t want you to think Tomas was doing something behind your back. He seems rather taken with you, and I couldn”t live with myself if I thought I”d messed that up.”
“But you sounded so…, sexy.”
“It”s all right, you can say it. I know I sounded like I was just panting to get in his pants. It”s just a thing I can do. It drives my husband nuts when I do it to him. “Course, we don”t get it on as much as we used to, but it”s still fun to turn his crank once in a while.” Judy blushed. “That didn”t come out right, but you know what I mean. Well, I need to get out of here. Tomas says you have a lot to talk about.
He took her hand, and led her through the door into the salt breeze that washed over the patio and pool. He noticed that she selected one of the chairs by the table instead of their usual seat on the long, padded bench. He eased down into the opposite chair and stared off into the starlit, inky blackness over the Pacific. After a few moments, the crickets and other night creatures resumed their concerto for the evening. Both of them sat listening to their own thoughts until Tomas cleared his throat.
“Veronica, I know you”ll need a little time to sort all this out, but I need to tell you everything now. The meeting was to decide some things that affect you, so I couldn”t say this before. I -”
He had caught the twin flashes of reflection of the patio lights that he was certain were not some animal”s eyes. The crickets had stopped again as if holding their breath for something to happen.
“Veronica, keep looking at me. Someone is on the beach stairs with binoculars. Just sit here as I leave, and then start taking off your clothes, but very slowly, and whatever you do, don”t look out toward the stairs. If nothing happens in five minutes, call the police.” He stood, touched her cheek, and then walked back to the house.
She sat for a few moments before the probable reason for his actions dawned on her. Tomas had seen somebody outside, and wanted her to keep him or her watching. She stood and stretched her arms over her head. She knew this would cause her breasts to rise. If the intruder was a man, she figured he would watch that. She hugged herself and then let her hands slip over her sides to the jutting mounds. She felt dirty, knowing that some pervert was staring at her magnified image, and was glad he couldn”t see the look of disgust that she wore. She whispered to herself, “Get a good look, you asshole. It”ll be the best you”ve seen for a while, and probably the last if I have anything to say about it.”
Veronica heard Tomas whisper, “Rocky, Alert”, and then the soft opening and closing of the gate to the kennel. It was all she could do to avoid looking toward the soft sound of the surf as she picked up the hem of the T-shirt and slowly pulled it up. She paused to caress the round of her exposed belly before lifting the shirt higher. She allowed it to catch under her breasts and pulled it tight. It formed tightly to her cups before snapping over them and revealing the white lace bra. It was a simple matter to stretch her arms up again and pull the shirt over her head.
She tossed to shirt casually on the chaise and reached behind her to undo the bra hooks. Veronica knew Tomas and Rocky must be getting close to the steps, and let the bra slip from her shoulders. She rubbed her sides where the bra had left wrinkles and then massaged her breasts. Under different circumstances, the rubbing would have felt good, but she was more disgusted now than before. She swore to herself that she hoped the asshole was getting his jollies, because if she could have reached him, she would have kicked him in the balls.
Veronica had unzipped the jeans and hooked her thumbs in the waistband when she heard Rocky”s savage growl and then a man”s scream. She could not avoid turning to look toward the beach, and saw Tomas running in the direction of the stairs. The stairs themselves were hidden in the pitch-black of the moonless night, and she could only hear Rocky”s continuous growling and something thrashing on the ground. The cordless phone was on the glass topped table, and she picked it up and dialed 911. After giving the reason for the call, the address, and promising to stay on the line, she turned back toward the stair.
She heard, “Rocky, Out!”, and strained to see what had happened. She soon saw a moving blob emerge from the night. Tomas was forcing a person toward the house, and Rocky was trailing beside them growling and barking menacingly. As they got closer, Veronica could see that Tomas had one hand on the man”s collar, and the other was between the man”s legs, and was pulling back on his arm. When the man stopped, Tomas raised his arm, and the man staggered forward to avoid being thrown on his face. She would have laughed had she not been so scared. When they reached the cement of the patio, Tomas pushed the man down on his face and sharply commanded, “Rocky, Guard!” The man raised himself to a sitting position and she immediately recognized Peters. Rocky sat down inches from Peter”s face and growled softly.
“I believe our old friend Peters is your stalker, Veronica. I”ll make sure he doesn”t bother you again.”
It was two more hours before the police finished their questions and drove away with Peters handcuffed in the back seat of the squad car. She had signed the complaint, and she and Tomas had both given statements. He walked the police to their cars and stayed outside for a few minutes. When he returned and closed the door, she rushed to his arms, and burst into tears.
“Hey, there”s no need to cry. He”s been babbling to one of the cops, and I gather that Peters is a pretty pathetic man. His wife left him the day after he was fired. He married her to get the trophy wife he considered so important to his success. He thought she was stupid, or so he told me at a meeting when he”d had a few too many manhattans. He bragged about how he made her give him blow jobs. I met her at the V.P”s party after the acquisition. She was beautiful, all right, but she talked a lot smarter than he gave her credit for being. As soon as his paycheck dried up, she went to see a lawyer. She wants the house, half the savings and checking accounts, and Peters” prized Jag. Apparently, she also ran all his credit cards to the limit. He was broke, without a job, and was really pissed at you for flipping him off that day. Your address and phone number, as well as Jennifer”s, were in his PDA, and he decided to scare you a little to pay you back. He was watching you from the park every night, and saw us leave your apartment one evening. He figured you were the cause of all his troubles, and decided to scare the pants off you. I don”t think he was much more than a coward who liked to spy on you, and to scare you with notes and phone calls, and he”s basically confessed to everything. Peters is going to go to jail, and he won”t bother you again.”
Veronica wiped her eyes and sniffed. “I know. It”s just been…I was afraid and then I thought you were with another woman and -”
“That”s all over now, and though this isn”t the best time, we have to talk before you go to work in the morning.” For the second time they walked out onto the patio and this time, she sat down on the long, padded bench.
“Tomas, you told Rocky to attack Peters, didn”t you? And then you told Rocky to stop, and he did. The way you brought Peters to the house…where did you learn that? And Rocky. Did you train him?”
“As you once told me, it”s not polite to ask that question. Let”s just say that I haven”t always been a corporate vice president, and that Rocky”s a very special dog, OK? Now, let”s get back to what I need to say.”
“We had the meeting to decide the fate of your office. You aren”t supposed to know anything about this, of course, but I had to tell you. During the due-deliberance process, we looked at every office of Osborne Products. Most of the company was doing very well. Your office wasn”t doing enough business to support its overhead, but it was the only one in such a state. We decided to go ahead with the acquisition and then figure out what to do with our little problem. You probably noticed that Peters was submitting all sorts of reports. We compared them with the financial records and sales numbers. When they didn”t match, we knew Peters was lying, and we decided to send him on his way. After he was gone, we got the correct numbers and the real picture came to life. Your office is probably never going to do better, and we can easily merge its operations with the office downtown. That”s what the meeting was about, and the decision was to cease operations here. That means that all the employees will be let go.”
“Even Harry? He”s only been there a few weeks.”
“Harry is the chief financial officer of the corporation. Norm put him there to get the books straightened out, and to see if anything could be done to save it. I”m afraid it”s beyond help. Peters really messed things up with the vendors and customers alike, and we bought Osborne too late to do much that wouldn”t require lots of time and more money than we”re willing to invest. The announcement will be made tomorrow, and the office will close in two weeks.”
“So, you”re telling me that I have to look for another job.”
“That”s what we need to talk about. The answer is yes and no. Your current job is over in two weeks, but Harry is very impressed with your performance and wants to offer you the position of manager of the downtown office staff. The money will be a lot better, but it means an hour”s drive each way if you stay here.” He paused, and then took a deep breath. “I want to offer you another alternative. I”ve thought about this a lot, and I wanted to tell you sooner, but I had to wait until we decided what to do. Veronica, I love you. I”ve loved you since I saw you that day on the beach. At first, I thought it was just the way we made love, but I like just being with you and I like talking with you. I love everything about you from the confident woman you show the world to the little girl that comes out when you play with Rocky. I can”t imagine ever being without you, and I”d like to marry you if you”ll have me. You won”t need to work anymore, so you wont have to worry about relocating.”
“I see. I”m a charity case.”
“No, dammit. I don”t care if you work or not. I just thought -”
“Tomas, I”ve been married before. I never told you because some men think divorced women are…well, they think it”s easy to get them into bed. I left him because I was becoming something he owned and cared for instead of his partner. I couldn”t stand being the woman people only knew as his wife. I needed to be known as me. It”s taken me years to find Veronica again, and I”m not going to go back.”
“I know about your marriage, at least that there was one. I read your personnel folder when Harry said he wanted you downtown. You took two months leave of absence and gave the reason as getting the divorce cleared up. That doesn”t matter to me, Veronica, and I won”t ever make you take the back seat.”
“It still hurts, Tomas. I don”t think I”m ready to risk that pain again, not yet.”
“So your answer is no?”
Veronica felt so cruel when she saw the look on his face. She put her arms around his waist, and looked into his eyes. “The answer is maybe, if I can take the job downtown. I love you too, more than I can ever tell you, and I don”t think I would be the same without you. I just need a little more time to prove that I can make it on my own if I have to. The drive won”t be all that bad. You make it every day, don”t you?”
“Do you think I could convince you to move here, with me, while you”re proving that? It”s hell when we”re not together, and Rocky keeps going to the door to see if you”re there. I think he likes you more than he does me.”
Veronica grinned in the devilish little way he”d loved since he”d first seen it. “I think you might have a chance, if you play your cards right. I warn you, though, I”m not that easy to live with. I get these cravings…”
“From the looks of the front of your T-shirt, you”re having one of them now.”
She looked down at the rigid nipples that stuck out through the soft cloth, grinned again, and her voice became low and sensuous. “Well, are you going to do anything about it? If you aren”t, I suppose I could go find Rocky. You know, he has the lon-n-n-n-gest tongue.”
“We have to get one thing straight. I”m perfectly capable of taking care of most things, and I don”t need Rocky to help.”
“From what I feel through your pants, I think things are getting straighter all the time. Now, stop talking and make love to me. It”ll getcha big brownie points with the new woman of the house.”
Tomas scooped her into his arms and started for the bedroom. He didn”t know how long it would take, but somehow, he would convince this wonderful woman that she should be his wife. In the meantime, they would live here by the ocean and he would show her that she would be an equal partner in their lives. That”s what she wanted, and he understood. Big decisions took time, and he had all the time in the world as long as she was with him.
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