Liv Adams mixed herself a stiff drink. She flopped down in the new living room chair and propped her long, tanned legs up on a stool. Then she looked down at her full, curvy figure and sighed.
Liv had on a new, sexy nightgown. It barely covered the rosy hard nipples of her thrusting titties. Liv knew that she looked good enough to eat. It hadn’t made any difference though. Jim had passed out right after he came home from the office, three hours late again, as usual. It didn’t do any good to get dressed up for Jim. He was more interested in the bottom of a bottle of scotch than he was in her lush curves.
Liv sighed angrily. She heard her husband’s snores coming from the bedroom. She had been hot all day. She thought that Jim would fuck her for sure when she planned their evening. She had the drinks mixed on time and she waited in her sexy nightgown. Nothing had worked out the way she had planned it though. Jim had come straight home and flopped on the bed.
Liv tasted her drink and shivered slightly. Her pussy rubbed against the silky material of the gown and she shivered again. She was burning up with lust. She just had to do something to get Jim to fuck her. It had been two weeks since he had touched her.
A smile flashed across Liv’s face. There was only one thing she hadn’t tried. She had nothing to lose.
Liv stood up with a determined expression on her face. She walked into the bedroom and stopped in the doorway. Jim was lying crosswise on the bed, snaring drunkenly. He looked like he wasn’t going to be good for anything except eight hours of sleep. She had to try though. It was her last chance.
Jim sighed as she rolled him over to his back. He kept right on snoring even when Liv reached down and slid down the zipper on the front of his pants.
Liv pulled out Jim’s cock. It was limp, like a noodle. She couldn’t believe that this had been the man who had swept her off his feet with his hard, stiff cock only four years ago. Jim’s prick looked so limp that it was hard to imagine it stiff and powerful.
Liv knelt down at Jim’s side. She just had to try to get his cock hard. He wouldn’t have to do anything if she could only get it stiff. She’d do all the work. She just had to have something in her aching, moist pussy.
Liv ran her slim fingers over the head of Jim’s cock. She stared at it, willing it to get bigger and stiffer. Nothing happened though. Her caresses were making absolutely no difference in Jim’s cock. He wasn’t even waking up. His eyelids weren’t even flickering now. Liv sighed. This called for drastic measures. Jim had always loved it when she sucked his big cock. Maybe that would make a difference. She didn’t see how he could stay limp if she did a good job of licking and sucking his prick.
The tip of Liv’s tongue shot out. She licked over the rough surface of Jim’s balls and was rewarded by a small groan. That was encouraging.
Liv licked up the limp shaft of Jim’s prick, all the way to the head. Then she ran her tongue around the head in little darting circles, hoping for a miracle. Whoever was passing out miracles that night didn’t seem to take kindly to her ministrations though. Jim’s cock remained as flaccid as ever.
Liv opened her mouth wide. She sucked the tip of Jim’s cock right into her mouth, sliding it down her throat. It was easier to suck when it was soft like this. She could fit the whole thing into her mouth. Liv sucked and licked for a long time. She was encouraged by several drunken groans from Jim, but nothing happened to the size of his cock. Her hot mouth and squeezing throat were doing nothing to increase the size of Jim’s prick. It seemed almost smaller than before. “Damn!” Liv sighed, letting Jim’s dangling cock plop out of her mouth. It flopped back on his belly like a small pink worm. There was no use in going on with it. Liv was positive that she could suck Jim’s cock all night and he wouldn’t even feel it.
The itch in Liv’s pussy was getting stronger and stronger. That always happened when she sucked cock. There was nothing that Jim could do to take care of her cunt though, when he couldn’t even get his cock hard. She would have to take care of her pussy herself, like she’d done so many times in the past year.
Liv walked back to the living room and stared out the balcony window. There were plenty of men out there with stiff cocks. Why couldn’t she have married one of them?
Liv’s face felt hot and flushed. She pushed her dark hair back from her forehead and shivered. She knew lots of women in her predicament who would go out and find another man to take care of their lust. Liv didn’t quite have that kind of nerve though.
Liv wrapped her arms around her body. She wished that she had a man to hold her… to drive his big cock into her eager pussy and make her come. That kind of thinking was getting her nowhere though. There wasn’t anyone around except for Jim and he was in no condition to do anything but sleep it off. There would be no stiff cock for her tonight.
Liv looked around the apartment. It was a beautiful place to live. She had thought that she and Jim would be happy here. It was a brand new high rise and there was a balcony running the length of the apartment with a view of the Washington skyline. She could see the Washington monument in the distance.
Liv opened the sliding balcony doors. The cool air felt good on her flushed face. She stepped out on the balcony and sat down in a chaise lounge. She could see lights on in the other apartments.
Liv could see a blonde woman walking past the window and there was a good-looking man sitting on the couch. It was kind of strange being able to see straight into their apartment from here.
Suddenly Liv gasped. The man pulled the blonde woman down beside him on the couch and his hands fumbled at the front of her robe. Then the robe slipped down and Liv could see the woman’s high titties gleaming in the light. Now Liv wished even more than ever that she was in the apartment across the way. She sighed lustfully as the man’s mouth lowered to the woman’s titties and sucked one rosy nipple. Waves of jealousy ran through Liv’s body as she watched. She wanted her titties sucked too. If only Jim were more of a man.
The couple across the way kissed for a long moment. Liv tried to relax and watch them. The man over there wasn’t passed out cold like Jim was. That woman was lucky. Liv wondered how she managed to keep her husband interested in her. She had beautiful titties, but Liv knew that her titties were just as pretty. It wasn’t fair that Jim didn’t pay that kind of attention to her.
Liv sighed as she saw the blonde’s hands moving across the front of her husband’s pants. She tugged his zipper down and his long, hard cock popped out like a spear. Liv sighed again, wishing that Jim’s cock would be that hard. The blonde’s husband was really turned on. He squeezed the blonde’s titties and Liv could see his cock grow bigger and harder with each squeeze.
Liv remembered how it used to be with Jim, when they were first married. Jim had fucked her everywhere. It seemed like he couldn’t keep his hands off her. They had fucked in the living room, the bathroom, even the kitchen. Now she was lucky if she got a goodnight peck on the cheek.
Liv’s hands reached up toward her own quivering titties. She squeezed and tugged at her nipples. It felt so good she cried out in pleasure. She pretended that the man was squeezing her titties. It felt even better that way. She could watch and pretend that she was the lucky blonde woman.
Now the woman was slipping down her husband’s pants. He helped her kick them off. Then their bodies locked in a torrid embrace. Liv could see his cock pressing against her thighs.
Liv’s thigh began to jerk, just as if the man’s prick was pressing against her own warm flesh. She let out a muffled cry of excitement and her fingers slipped down to her moist pussy, grasping the hot, velvety mound of pussyflesh right through the thin gown she was wearing.
The blonde woman’s body was trembling as her husband’s prick jerked out stiffly. She wrapped her fingers around his throbbing cockshaft. She jerked it up and down, the red glossy head throbbing slickly in the light.
“Oooooh,” Liv moaned. She unbelted the robe. She reached down the length of her body to cup her pussymound.
That was better. Now Liv could feel the silky pussyhair tickling her fingers and a warm flash of sensation throbbed between her puffy cuntlips.
Liv’s finger slipped in, right between the quivering lips of her pussy. It glided up the hot slit of her cunt and squished through her flowing hot juices to rim the erect little button of her straining pink clitty.
“Aaaah!” Liv moaned again. She started to twirl the little love button around and around. Her body shook with passion. It felt like her fingers didn’t belong to her. She wasn’t playing with her own pussy. The handsome man in the other apartment was doing it to her, making her feel all these wonderful sensations.
Liv watched the blonde woman lean down. She saw her mouth approach the man’s cock and her tongue slipped out. Then she was licking up the stiff stalk of her husband’s prick, eating it like she was eating a dripping ice cream bar.
Liv’s lips opened widely. It was as if she was the blonde woman, licking her husband’s fat prick. His fingers were on her pussy, swirling, dipping, making the waves of sensation roll through her body, leaving her breathless with lust and desire.
The blonde woman slipped down to the rug. Her legs snapped out widely, exposing her ripe pink pussy to her husband’s eyes. He stared at the erotic sight for a moment and then he dropped to his knees too, burying his long cock in the moist folds of her hot cunt.
“Aaaaaah!” Liv groaned. Her fingers were bunched together — three of them, the size of a cock. They plunged into her wet pussyhole again and again as she duplicated the man’s actions.
Liv watched the blonde woman’s body tremble. She could see the man’s cock emerge from her pussy, coated with white, hot cream. She saw the woman’s mouth open. She was squealing in pleasure as her husband’s stiff cock reamed out her juicy pussyhole.
Liv’s fingers plunged and twirled until she could barely catch her breath. Liv’s body stiffened suddenly. The sweeping waves of pleasure in her pussy were getting stronger and stronger. They seemed to light her whole body on fire with passion.
Liv felt like she was on a roller coaster, speeding down a steep incline. Her legs lifted up to swing in the air, high above her head, as her hand worked frantically in her wet, snapping pussy.
The blonde woman threw her head back. Her legs shot up too, right around her husband’s back. Then her body stiffened.
Liv couldn’t hold back any longer. Her mouth opened. Her squeal of pleasure split the air as her fingers thrust deeply into her spasming pussyhole.
“Aaaaagh!” she gasped. “Oh, yes! AAAAAGH!”
Liv came so hard that the whole lounge chair wiggled back and forth. The delicious spasms of orgasm tore through her body and made her quiver and squeal again and again. She came so hard that she almost fell off the lounge, her legs wiggling and her asscheeks quivering on the plastic cushions.
By the time Liv looked over at the apartment again the man was lying in a collapsed heap on top of the blonde. They snuggled together and Liv could see her smile in satisfaction.
Now that it was over, Liv was shocked by what she had done. She pulled her thin robe closely around her body. Liv gazed furtively around, hoping that none of her neighbors had heard her cries. Everything was quiet and dark in the surrounding apartments. Liv shivered and breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God no one had heard her!
She got up stiffly from the lounge and locked the patio door behind her. She felt better now, even though she shouldn’t have taken a chance like that. At least her pussy wasn’t itching and creaming lustily any more.
As Liv settled down to sleep on the couch, she tried to figure out some way to meet the couple across the way. Anyone who would fuck in front of an open window might be interested in other sexy games. Liv smiled and pulled the blanket up around her chin. She was ready to start playing games. She was sick of having to beg for Jim’s attention. It was time to make a fresh start, and the place to start was the apartment on the other side of the building.
Chapter Two
Vonda glanced in the mirror as she brushed out her long, wavy auburn hair. She was hoping to see an answering glance from Mitchel, her husband. Mitchel was engrossed in one of his business magazines though.
Vonda knew better than to interrupt Mitchel when he was deliberating over his investments. He always took this little interval before bedtime to work on his stocks and bonds. She didn’t dare complain. Mitchel had made a real killing in the stock market in the last year. They had been able to buy this expensive condominium outright from the profits on his investments.
Mitchel smiled suddenly. He looked carefree and excited. It was the face that Vonda loved to see. Mitchel had probably made a good investment. That meant he was in the mood to celebrate.
“Spanotreck’s looking good,” Mitchel commented. “It’s a damn good thing I held on. Harry wanted me to sell last week and I’m glad I didn’t.”
Vonda grinned. “I don’t understand a thing about that stock market business, sugar,” she answered, picking up the brush again. “I just think you’re a regular genius for making all that money though. Why I wouldn’t know the first thing about it.”
Mitchel grinned. That was what he loved most about Vonda. It made him feel powerful and manly, knowing that she depended on him for everything.
Vonda lifted her arms high over her head. Now that she had Mitchel’s attention, she intended to make the most of it. She brought the hairbrush down in a sweeping, graceful gesture that made her titties almost pop right out of her sheer nightgown. She knew that Mitchel loved to watch her brush her hair. He said it was one of woman’s most graceful poses.
Mitchel watched the rise and swell of his wife’s titties. He felt a growing, warm sensation in his crotch and his cock throbbed impatiently. Vonda would be finished with her hair in just a minute and then he could watch her slip out of her nightgown and join him in bed. Mitchel was ready for a little celebration tonight. He always felt like fucking when he’d make some money from an investment.
Vonda deliberately took a few extra minutes to finish brushing her hair. She knew that the longer she waited, the more aroused Mitchel would be when she came to bed. That suited her fine. She had been thinking about fucking all day. While Mitchel was at the office, she’d had to play with her hot pussy twice to keep from being too brazen when he came home. Mitchel was the type of man who didn’t think it was a wife’s place to initiate fucking. When Vonda and Mitchel had been married, she had pretended to be innocent about sex. That was the way that Mitchel wanted it. She never told Mitchel about the other men she’d fucked with before she met him. If Mitchel had known just how experienced Vonda was, he never would have married her.
Vonda felt a quiver of excitement in her moist pussy as she thought about all the fun she used to have in bed with other men. Mitchel was no prize as a lover. He never wanted to experiment with other positions and he didn’t seem to want her to suck his cock. At least he had never asked her to do it and Vonda wasn’t about to admit that she knew about something as lusty as cocksucking.
Vonda glanced in the mirror again. She really had Mitchel’s attention now and his cock was sticking straight up under the sheets. It was time for her to come to bed. If she waited much longer, Mitchel would think she didn’t want to fuck and that would be a terrible mistake as far as Vonda’s hot, throbbing pussy was concerned.
Vonda stood up and stretched, raising her slim arms above her head so that her lush titties jiggled in a very provocative manner. Then she reached out and switched off the light on the dresser.
Vonda knew exactly what to do to make Mitchel excited. She had learned early that Mitchel didn’t want the light on when they were fucking. She had suggested it once and Mitchel had acted really shocked. He liked to watch her undress in the dim light coming in through the window, but a bright light was just too brazen.
Vonda slipped off the shoulder straps of her gown. She pushed the gown down to her waist, facing Mitchel. Then she wiggled her hips until the wispy garment slithered to the floor.
Mitchel cleared his throat. “Are you tired, sweets?” he asked in a low voice.
Vonda shook her head. “No. I’m not sleepy at all. Are you, sugar?”
Mitchel grinned in the darkness. That was what he had been waiting to hear. That was their signal for a romp in bed.
“I’m not tired at all,” he answered promptly. “Maybe we’ll have to think of something to relax us so we can sleep.”
Vonda slipped in between the sheets. Sometimes the little games they played struck her as being kind of funny. It was strange that Mitchel couldn’t come right out and ask her if she wanted to fuck. It just wasn’t Mitchel’s way of doing things. And Mitchel always did things his way… even fucking.
Vonda rolled over so she was lying on her back, her titties thrusting out at the sheet. She could feel her nipples brush against the smooth material and the warmth in her pussy grew. She had to wait for Mitchel to make the first move though. It wouldn’t do for her to reach out and touch him first.
Vonda smiled as she felt Mitchel’s hands reach out for her titties. He always started that way. A touch or two on her nipples, a fast grope under the covers for the bushy mound of her pussy and then action.
Mitchel was true to form. His fingers plucked at her nipples a bit. Then his hands slid down to her beaver and lightly patted her cunt. Then he rolled over on his hands and knees and held his body poised over hers.
Now Vonda was permitted to move. She groaned a little and kissed Mitchel’s chest lightly with her ups. She wiggled her hips a little and moaned again, waiting for him to start the familiar procedure.
“I bet I know what you want,” Mitchel said in a husky voice. “You want something nice and hard, don’t you, sweets?”
“Mmmmmm,” Vonda replied, wiggling harder. “I sure do. Have you got something for me, sugar? Something nice and hard?”
Mitchel chuckled. He got a kick out of talking to Vonda like this. It made him feel like he was going to fuck a virgin for the first time. It made his cock swell up hard and stiff as he held it right over her fluffy pussymound.
“Give me your hand and I’ll show you a surprise,” Mitchel chuckled. That was the only time Vonda was permitted to touch him. He had to guide her hand to his prick.
Vonda reached out eagerly. Her fingers closed around the stiffened shaft of Mitchel’s cock.
“Oooooh!” she exclaimed, pretending to be surprised. “It sure is nice and hard. Is all that for me, sugar?”
“You bet it is!” Mitchel said in a gravely voice. “And I know just where we’ll put it. Spread your legs, sweets. I know you’ve got a nice place for it.”
Vonda could hardly wait to feel Mitchel’s hard cock in her pussy. She’d have to be careful tonight. She was horny and she felt like grabbing his prick and begging him to fuck her. That wasn’t the way the game went though.
“That’s a good girl,” Mitchel said when Vonda’s legs opened widely. “Now shut your eyes and let me give you a real nice treat.”
Vonda closed her eyes obediently.
There was a long tense moment of expectation. Then Vonda felt a stiff poking at her eager pussylips. The head of Mitchel’s cock was banging against her pussyhole, seeking entrance. Vonda wanted to guide it in, but that was another thing she didn’t dare do. Mitchel had told her that a lady didn’t do things like that. A lady lay there passive until her husband got it in. It wasn’t nice to help or indicate that she was in a hurry.
For a moment Vonda felt like screaming. She wanted Mitchel’s cock in her pussy so badly. She didn’t want to wait until he fumbled around. She thought of the men she’d known who hadn’t been hungup like Mitchel. They didn’t care if she begged for cock or reached up to stuff their pricks in her hot cunthole. Mitchel cared though and Vonda sighed in exasperation.
Mitchel heard his wife sigh. He thought it was a sigh of passion and he took extra long centering his prick at her snapping pussyhole.
Vonda forced herself to lie quiet and submissive. If she acted too bold it would turn Mitchel off. She certainly didn’t want that to happen. Not when her pussy was so hot.
Finally Mitchel got the head of his cock in the right place. He lunged forward forcefully, sliding easily into Vonda’s tight pussychannel.
“Aaahhhhhh!” Vonda moaned. She knew that Mitchel didn’t like her cry of delight when he first entered her pussy but she couldn’t help it. That was one thing that Mitchel couldn’t control.
“Open your eyes, sweets,” Mitchel whispered. “How do you like my little surprise?”
Vonda’s eyes flew open gratefully. She smiled up at her husband. “Ooooooh, it’s a wonderful surprise,” she replied, trying to smile demurely. “I really like it.”
Vonda’s head was spinning. Like it? That was the understatement of the year. Mitchel’s cock felt so good in her shuddering pussy that it was all Vonda could do to keep from moaning out lustily in delight.
Mitchel began to shove his hard cock in and out of Vonda’s tightly snapping pussy. It felt so good that Vonda had to continually remind herself not to squeal as she wanted to do. She pressed her lips together firmly.
Vonda’s legs began quivering. She longed to throw them around Mitchel’s back, pushing his cock even deeper in her cunt. But a lady didn’t move when she was fucking, unless her husband told her it was all right.
For a split second Vonda wondered what Mitchel would do if she wrapped her legs around his neck and squealed for him to fuck her harder. She was wise enough not to try it. He would surely stop if she started acting like she really felt.
Mitchel gasped as he plunged his stiff prick in Vonda’s cunt. He knew she was excited. He felt her hot cuntwalls gripping his cock. He decided that it was time to give Vonda a little treat. She had been a good girl so far.
“You can put your legs up now, sweets,” Mitchel grunted. “Go ahead, I want you to.”
Vonda’s legs snapped up around his back. She felt a wave of shuddery feeling rush through her pussy and another flood of cream soaked her quivering tissues. If Mitchel fucked her this way for just a little longer, she knew that she was going to come. She could feel the waves of pleasure building up to a climax in her hot, creamy pussytunnel.
Vonda hung on tightly with her legs. Mitchel was pounding harder and harder now. It was just the way she liked it. His cock was pistoning in and out so fast she could barely catch her breath.
“Oh!” she gasped, feeling the air whoosh out of her lungs. “Oooooh!”
Mitchel stopped for an instant. He looked down at Vonda for a sign of disobedience. She knew that he didn’t want her to cry out when they were fucking.
“Hush!” he said, staring right at her flushing face. “Be a good girl now and don’t make any noise. You know I don’t like that.”
Vonda pressed her lips together again. She had nothing to say. She had to remember to keep quiet. She wanted Mitchel’s cock to go on pounding in and out of her pussy.
Mitchel noticed Vonda’s obedient expression. She looked nice and submissive now. He relaxed and started to work his cock in and out again.
Vonda sighed softly with relief. She had been afraid that Mitchel would pull his cock out for a minute. She hadn’t meant to make that much noise. It felt so good though and she still didn’t understand why it was so important to Mitchel that she act like a lady all through fucking.
Mitchel’s cock picked up speed once again. Now it was slamming in and out as hard as before. Vonda felt her cunt shake with the ecstatic waves rushing through her body. She was awfully close to coming. She just hoped that she could control herself when she came. If she didn’t, Mitchel would remember. It would be a long time before he fucked her again if she acted too wild.
Suddenly Vonda felt like she was nearing the top of a roller coaster. The thrills were getting sharper every second. She hung on to Mitchel’s back with all her strength and gritted her teeth. She mustn’t make a sound when she came.
Vonda gasped for air and a sigh escaped her lips. Then the tide was breaking and her pussy spasmed wildly as she came.
“Mmmmmmm!” Vonda responded. She opened her eyes quickly and then she smiled. Mitchel hadn’t even heard her. He was too intent on slamming his cock in her pussy to notice anything else.
“Yeah!” Mitchel groaned. His eyes were glazed and there was a wild look on his face. Now Vonda knew that she could respond without him even noticing. This was the part that she loved more than anything else. When Mitchel was close to coming like this, he didn’t seem to notice if she wiggled her hips and groaned.
Mitchel slammed in and out so hard that Vonda felt like her pussy was going to split in two. She swiveled her hips and moaned continually as Mitchel kept right on fucking harder and harder.
“Do you want it?” Mitchel gasped.
“Yes,” Vonda hissed. “I want it, sugar. Give it to me! Give it all to me, right now!”
Mitchel threw back his head and groaned. His cock shot to the back of her pussytunnel, pressing right up against the soft, hotness of her womb. Then he clenched his fists and his face grimaced with lust.
“Here it is!” he shouted. “Take it all, sweets — take it all!”
Vonda’s hips beat a tattoo against the mattress. She felt Mitchel’s cum gush out of the head of his prick and splatter against the back of her cunt. Spurt after spurt of the hot cream blasted out and Vonda forgot all about being a lady in bed. “Aaaaah!” she howled, feeling her pussy snap wildly again. “Yes, sugar — YESSSS!”
Vonda’s body shuddered. She wrapped her arms around Mitchel’s sweaty back and dug her nails into the skin. She kissed him, nipping at his earlobe ferociously.
“Aaaaaagh!” she squealed hoarsely. Her pussy was coming again and she hadn’t thought that it was possible. Mitchel must have fucked her just long enough this time. She’d never come twice like this with him before. It felt so wonderful that Vonda forgot everything for a long, passion-filled moment.
Mitchel kept right on lunging as his cock spit and hosed what seemed like gallons of hot cum into Vonda’s pussymouth.
“Whew!” he sighed, rolling over and getting out of bed to use the bathroom. “That was really nice, wasn’t it, sweets?”
Vonda smiled and nodded. She didn’t trust herself to speak yet. She waited until Mitchel had closed the door to the bathroom and then she giggled in rapture. What a blast! She’d really pulled off a good one on Mitchel. He didn’t think it was proper for a woman to come more than once. This time Vonda had made it twice and Mitchel didn’t even know. She was one up on him for the first time in her whole married life.
Vonda tiptoed to the other bathroom and shut the door. With any luck, Mitchel would be sleeping by the time she got back to bed.
Vonda washed her pussy carefully. It still tingled from the aftermath of her intense orgasms. She thought about the salesman who had made her come nearly all night. She almost wished that she could see him again.
Vonda sat down on the edge of the tub. She was really satisfied with Mitchel tonight. That didn’t really make up for all the times she had been left frustrated though. If she thought that she could get away with it, she’d have an affair with a real man on the side… a man who would let her suck his cock and squeal out everything when they were fucking. It had been years since she’d had a really wild fuck. She remembered the engineer who had licked her pussy and made her come that way. Mitchel would never do something like that.
Vonda rinsed out the washcloth. She had no business being dissatisfied with Mitchel tonight. She didn’t know why she was thinking this way. Maybe the years of frustration were taking their toll at last. She ached for a wild lover, one who would welcome her lips all over his body.
Vonda saw that Mitchel was already asleep and she resisted the urge to wake him up and talk with him. She felt lonely tonight.
“Shit!” Vonda whispered softly. Maybe it was time to cut loose and think about having an affair. She could get away with it, alone all day in the apartment. Mitchel would never know the difference.
As Vonda fell asleep she thought about a handsome lover who would lick her pussy and encourage her to try all sorts of new, kinky things.
Chapter Three
Liv picked up her purse and lacked the door behind her. As she entered the elevator, she noticed two other women.
“This is the slowest elevator I’ve ever been in,” the blonde woman commented, smiling.
Liv smiled back, nodding politely. Then her face turned pasty white as she realized who the woman was. She was the same woman Liv had watched last night from the balcony!
Liv quickly shifted her gaze to the other woman. She was a tall redhead, beautiful enough to be a high-fashion model. Liv turned away self-consciously and gazed at the elevator dial. It was down to the third floor now. She was relieved that this ride would be over soon.
The elevator seemed to hesitate a moment and then it stopped, suspended between the second and third floors.
“What’s wrong with this thing now?” the blonde woman asked, punching the buttons frantically. “Nothing’s happening!”
The redhead laughed. “I heard they were having trouble with it,” she said. “It’s just stuck and I’m sure a repair crew will be here in a few minutes.”
“God! I always have all the luck!” the blonde chuckled. “I’ve dreamed about getting stuck in an elevator with a handsome man for years now, and here I am with you two. I guess I just don’t live right.”
Liv spoke before she had time to think. “If I had a husband like yours, I wouldn’t need to dream about getting stuck in an elevator with a handsome man,” she said.
Suddenly Liv realized what she had said. Her face turned bright red. There was no way she could explain her remark without letting the woman know that she had been watching them last night from her balcony.
“If you’ve already met my husband, I guess I should introduce myself,” the blonde woman said. “I’m Sharon Gunther, Dan’s long-suffering wife.”
The redhead laughed. “And I’m Vonda Paige,” she chimed in. “Who are you, honey?”
“I’m Liv Adams,” she answered, beginning to relax a little.
“Well, girls…” Sharon said, sinking down to sit on the carpeted floor of the elevator. “What are we going to do while we wait for the repairmen? Play with ourselves?”
Vonda sputtered in delight. She couldn’t believe that Sharon had said something like that. Maybe there were interesting people in the building after all.
“It is getting kind of hot in here,” Sharon said, shrugging her shoulders. “Why don’t we sit here nude and play some cards. That ought to set the repairmen on their ears when they get here. Can you imagine their faces when they open the elevator doors and find us naked?”
Liv giggled. The idea was simply outrageous. She felt like doing something outrageous for a change.
Liv took a deep breath. Then she slipped out of her dress and tossed it in the corner. “I’m willing to give those repairmen a treat,” she giggled. “I can hardly wait to see their faces.”
Vonda giggled too. “Count me in,” she decided. “I just hope that this elevator doesn’t open up into the lobby. There’s going to be a lot of shocked people if they bring it straight down.”
Sharon smiled merrily. “It was my idea, so I can’t very well back out,” she said, standing up to take off her blouse and slacks.
The girls were in luck. By the time they had played one hand of hearts, they heard a pounding on the top of the elevator.
“Let me in,” a male voice boomed out. “Just press the button that releases the catch on top.”
Sharon giggled. “Ooooh, goodie!” she whispered. “I get him first. You can fight over seconds.”
Liv glanced at Vonda uneasily. Vonda seemed to be feeling the same way. “Don’t chicken out on us now,” she warned Liv. “We’ve all got to stick together.”
All three women looked up as the catch on the trap door at the top of the elevator flew open. Then a pair of denim clad legs poked through. The man dropped down and looked at the three naked women.
“Jesus!” he exclaimed, shaking his head in surprise. “Wha… what are you doing in here anyway?”
“We were waiting for you,” Sharon replied, snuggling up close to the repairman. “You don’t have a couple of buddies out there for my friends, do you?”
“No, Ma’am,” the man replied, his eyes nearly popping out. “The only other guy is down on first, working with the cables.”
“Well… do you think you’re up to taking care of three horny women?” Sharon asked smiling enticingly. “You look like a nice, strong man.”
“I… I… sure! Why not!” the repairman replied. “We get paid by the hour anyway. I just hope my buddy doesn’t get those cables fixed too quick.”