panties and thigh-high stockings, but no bra.
She had the sort of body that made other women who didn’t instantly
jealous. Every curve was where it was supposed to’ be. Her waist Luther
could have encircled with both hands, touching. As she turned to the
side to slide out of her stockings, Luther observed that the breasts
were large, round an& full. The legs were lean and defined, probably
from hours of: daily exercise under the watchful eyes of a personal
trainer.
The man quickly undressed down to his boxers and sat on the side of the
bed watching the woman as she took her time slipping out of her
underwear. Her rear end was round and firm and creamy white against the
backdrop of a flawless@ I tan. With her last piece of clothing shed, a
smile cut across anything else that this spectacle would soon be over
and that these people would leave. It would only take him a few minutes
to return to his car, and this night would be filed away in his memory
as a unique, if potentially disastrous, experience.
That’s when he saw the man grip the woman’s buttocks hard and than slap
them, again and again. Luther winced in vicarious pain at the repeated
blows; the white skin now glowed red. But either the woman was too drunk
to feel the pain or she enjoyed this sort of treatment, because her
smile didn’t fade. Luther felt his gut clinch again as the man’s fingers
dug into the soft flesh.
The man’s mouth danced across her chest; she ran her finger through his
thick hair as she positioned her body inside his legs. She closed her
eyes, her mouth gathered into a contented smile; she arched her head
back. Then she opened her eyes and attacked his mouth with hers.
His strong fingers moved up from the abused buttocks and started to
gently massage her back. Then he dug in hard until she winced and pulled
back from him. She half-smiled and he stopped as she touched his fingers
with hers. He turned his attention back to her breasts and suckled them.
Her eyes closed once again, as her breathing turned perceptibly to a low
moan. The man moved his attention again to her neck.
His eyes were wide open, looking across at where Luther sat but with no
idea of his presence.
Luther stared at the man, at those eyes, and didn’t like what he saw.
Pools of darkness surrounded by red, like some sinister planet seen
through a telescope. The thought struck him that the naked woman was in
the grip of something not so gentle, not so loving as she probably
anticipated.
The woman finally grew impatient and pushed her lover the man’s face.
The white teeth were straight and thick. De down on the bed. Her legs
straddled the man, giving Luther a spite the alcohol, his eyes seemed
clear and focused. view from behind that should have been reserved for
her gy She smiled at his attention and slowly advanced. As she’t
necologist and husband. She hoisted herself up, but then with drew
within his reach, his long arms gripped her, pulled her! a sudden burst
of energy he roughly pushed her aside and to him. She rubbed up and down
against his chest.
went on top of her, grabbing her legs and lifting them up Again, Luther
began to avert his eyes, wishing more than until they were perpendicular
with the bed.
Luther stiffened in his chair at the man’s next movementHe grabbed her
by the neck and jerked her up, pulling her head between his legs. The
suddenness of the act made her gasp, her mouth a bare inch from him
there. Then he laughed and threw her back down. Dazed for a moment, she
finally managed a weak smile and sat up on her elbows as he towwered
over her. He grabbed his erection with one hand, @ spreading her wide
with the other. As she lay placidly back’ to accept him, he stared
wildly at her.
But instead of plunging between her legs, he grabbed heri breasts and
squeezed, apparently a little too hard, because, finally, Luther heard a