When her attention was first attracted to the lighted hotel room window across the way, she wasn't exactly sure. She caught what was going on in there with a passing glance at first; then her gaze flashed back in a stunned double-take. She sucked in a startled breath, uncomprehending, unbelieving, at first.
She told herself that it couldn't be. Her eyes were playing tricks on her. But she could deny it only for a moment. Then she had to face the fact; the one woman was undressing the other. The brunette was peeling off the 'redhead's dress, then reaching behind her to unsnap the bra. The redhead's breasts were small but saucily tip-tilted, the lightly pink nipples aroused until they were unusually long and pointed.
The other girl cupped both the redhead's bared breasts-squeezing, fondling, then bent and touched her lips first to one tender tip, then the other. The redhead seemed to shiver all over, hunching her shoulders.
Watching, Wendy was at first horrified, then embarrassed and wanted to stop looking, but somehow couldn't; she had heard about things like this, about women making love with women, even back in college, but she had never known anyone, personally, who went in for that sort of thing, so she didn't seriously believe it.
As she watched the brunette gently peel a dainty pair of white silk panties down over the redhead's rounded hips and sleekly curving thighs, she saw that the redhead was completely feminine in every possible way.
Then the brunette quickly undressed herself. She too, Wendy saw, was all woman. Her breasts were larger, rounder than the redhead's, the stiffened centers of them a dark maroon in color. Her hips were fuller, the mound of her belly a bit more pronounced, the thighs a little more plump, but there was certainly nothing masculine about her.
The brunette moved toward the redhead, clasped her in close embrace. One hand caressed the jutting rounds of the redhead's buttocks, and their gleamingly naked bodies moved together and the brunette's mouth sought the redhead's and pressed against her lips in a long, twisting tumultuous kiss, with the same kind of passion a man would kiss a woman.
Wendy became suddenly aware of her own quickened breathing, of her own nipples rising bard and aching against the confines of her bra. A strangely pleasant crawling sensation moved along her thighs, spread to other places and grew to become an almost unbearable and pleasurable urgency and need that she'd never known before. She found herself moving her thighs together.
"What's happening to me? Why am I reacting like this? This is terrible. I should be disgusted, ashamed, turn away. Instead I'm getting all excited, aroused as I've never been before."
Then, across the way, the brunette suddenly led the redhead toward the bed, and gently forced her down upon it. Then she knelt beside her and while her hands busied themselves first with caressing the long, sleek sweep of soft, white-fleshed thighs, which were eagerly spread, she again kissed the redhead on the mouth. Her lips moved to the hollow of the redhead's throat, then to her shoulders. They paused to sample the succulence of each pouting nipple, then moved lower…lower…
Across the alley Wendy almost heard the sucking of cunt. Wendy felt herself making a little outcry, as though those avidly searching lips were moving over her own body. She wondered why seeing the other women making love this way was arousing her so much but only for a while, as the brunette's kisses and fondling became more bold; then she no longer cared. She was aware only of the terrible hot desire flooding her own body. From the next office over, Toni watched, too.
In a few minutes, as the naked figures in the hotel room now lay embracing with tangled limbs-rolling, writhing, tossing-Wendy began to groan audibly. Her own hips began to move with a strange, wanton rhythm and the thought pounded through her mind: I've got to do something. I've got to do something! Oh, someone help me, please!
Then, suddenly, from behind her, a man's voice said, "Wendy! What is it? Is anything wrong?"
She turned, shocked, and saw Gino Lentini standing in the doorway to her office, with a look of concern on his dark, good-looking face.
"Oh!" she said. "No! No, it's nothing."
He frowned, puzzled. "I thought I heard you cry out as though you were being hurt"
"No. You were mistaken."
But he wasn't mistaken. He saw her flushed face, the purplish darkness of her passionate eyes, the loose moistness of her ruby-red lips. He had seen women with the look of passionate need, of readiness, before. He recognized it, instantly. He watched her then, move guiltily away from the window. He, in turn, strode toward it. She put out a hand to stop him, saying "No! Don't!"
But he was at the window then, looking out and down a little, and he saw the women in the hotel room, lying quiet, sated, and he instantly knew. He turned toward Wendy Moore. He moved toward her. She watched him with oddly combined expressions of nervousness and welcome.
He said, "What a terrible thing for you to have to see."
She nodded. "Yes," she said. "Oh, yes."
"It must have frightened you to death, you poor thing," Gino Lentini said as he reached out and took hold of her hand. "Why, you're trembling," he added. "Here, let me comfort you."
He took her into his arms. She arched toward him, willingly, with a little moaning sound. Her hips ground against his. Her mouth opened under his and her tongue readily met his, thrashed against it. In a moment he was wild with need for her. She broke away from him, panting, and quickly moved toward the big leather couch in her office. She stood in front of it and with one hand suddenly ripped her dress down the front, then her bra, so that her heavy, proud, gourd-shaped breasts leaped forth, quivering gelatinously, the plum-like tips prospecting invitingly; then she tore away her sheer panties and except for the clinging shreds of material, was naked before him, her long, marble-fleshed thighs gleaming.
"Oh, God, Gino, I don't know what's wrong with me, but hurry, please hurry!" she begged, hoarsely. She sat on the couch and lay back, shaking, gasping.
He lent to her and his hands moved feverishly over her as she continued to call out to him to hurry. He molded and kneaded the hot, fleshy mounds of her breasts, pinching and teasing the plumply aroused tips. His hands caressed the gentle slope of her belly, slid down lingeringly, so as to throw her into an increased agony of need, to stroke and fondle the warm, smooth inner sides of her thighs, then the velvet plumpness of her vaginal lips.
Finally, cursing him for his delaying tactics, she roughly pulled him over her. Her hands moved to him, demanding, urging, guiding his erected staff. Then she abruptly let out a wailing cry of surprised delight. In seconds, the years of held-back need since her husband's death took over. Her fingernails dug into the back of his shoulders. Her teeth nipped with savage frenzy at the hollow of his collarbone. The furious, angry demand of her almost consumed him, left him, ten minutes later, more wilted and exhausted than he'd ever been before…
Afterward he murmured, "Oh God, Wendy, you were wonderful! I've know a lot of women but never any like you."
She didn't answer. She was enjoying a pleasant lethargy, a quietness of nerves, that she had never felt before. Vaguely, she wondered what in the world had possessed her to do a thing like that with Gino and why this time it had been so much different from her fuckings by her sex-spent husband. But the thought was lost somewhere as Gino turned her over on her knees and fucked her from behind.
Wendy knelt on the couch, backing up until she was between his legs. Reaching around him, she took his cock in her hands and pulled at him, guiding him to where she wanted him to be once more.
He reached around her, too, and felt the nipples rise to hardened points; then he entered her wet, eager cunt for a second time, and they moved together as they rolled in the close confines of the narrow couch, oblivious to the world around them, or the fact that Toni was still watching it all from her own office window. They worked and bounced and fought deliriously with each other, humping and ramming each other's furry pelvis up and down in search of a new pleasure, a new angle of thrill