They lay together for half an hour, slowly and softly caressing. They kissed and cuddled. Mitzi nestled against him and let her tits roll against his wide chest. She reached across him and held his limp but still-swollen cock as she sighed deeply in happiness. This was the way it should be with them. This was the way they had started the night he took her to his room after they had met in the small bar. They should keep it like this forever.
"Hungry?" he asked after he had dozed for a few minutes.
"Your old pecker ready for mom?" she laughed, giving his prick a loving squeeze.
"I meant dinner," Carl laughed. "We have to keep up our strength for all the fucking ahead of us this weekend."
"Chicken!" she teased, then slowly rolled to the side of the bed.
The blond slowly walked to the bathroom and took a quick shower, then slipped into her most seductive cocktail dress. Carl was waiting, impressed with her beauty, anxious to show her off pound the hotel where he spent so many evenings during the week.
He suggested a few drinks before dinner and led the stunning blond into the small hotel bar. They walked through the dimly lit bar to a small booth along the wall. Mitzi smiled softly and contentedly as the waitress came over for their orders. She watched the attractive little brunette smile warmly at Carl, then give her a thorough eyeing.
The blond smiled up warmly at the little brunette, then watched her walk to the bar to get their drinks. Nicer legs and ass. Mitzi had to admit that. The little girl had an awfully cute little body. Her eyes had been rather bright and seductive, too.
The waitress had been, Mitzi realized, about to speak to Carl when she discovered he had a companion. She was about to greet him warmly.
The blond began to feel anger rising inside her, then fought it back. She wasn't going to go through that again. Thoughts like that had gotten her in enough trouble. Why shouldn't the waitress know Carl. He stayed here one or two days a week, had for the last few months while he worked on the big contract he had just closed. It should be expected that the employees of the hotel would know him. Wasn't that why he wanted to show her off? He was proud of her. Mitzi began scolding herself for letting her weakness get the better of her once again.
She smiled warmly across the table at Carl. He reached over and took her hand, squeezing it affectionately. Mitzi let her fingers twine among his sensuously. She slipped her leg beneath the table and let it rub along his. She saw the warmth in his eyes and leaned back in contentment, thrusting her tits out.
"Wondered where you were today," the brunette told Carl as she returned with their drinks. "I figured you'd be by eventually, though."
"Anna," Carl smiled, looking up at the brunette. "This is my wife."
The girl looked at him with a frozen stare for a moment. Then she looked over at Mitzi. She set the blond's drink down in front of her, then lifted Carl's drink and poured it slowly over the top of his head. When the glass was empty she sat it in front of him and whirled. Her saucy little ass swung defiantly as she walked away.
Mitzi watched the swinging ass, then looked at the expression on her husband's face. She started to flare, then calmed herself. She lifted her drink deliberately and poured it over Carl's head just as the brunette had done. Then she slowly rose and walked out of the bar. She swung her ass just as jauntily as the brunette had. She stuck her tits out even more proudly.
CHAPTER FOUR
The lovely blond leaned back against the seat as the jet reached its cruising altitude and raced effortlessly across the sky toward California. Mitzi closed her eyes and slowly calmed her body from the tension of the last two hours. She was free! She had escaped from the determination of Carl to prevent her leaving him. She was on her way back to Los Angeles, back to Lorraine and their new partnership.
She would file Carl away into a back corner of her mind. At least she would no longer lie awake at night imagining him fucking some woman in a distant city. Let him fuck the whole damn world! It no longer concerned her. Neither would she feel guilty if she took a good, active prick into her own juicy cunt. That was her business, no one else's. She smiled softly, imagining herself floating through the air. She pictured herself nestled not in the seat of the big jet, but on a cloud. She was floating effortlessly above the earth. She was free. She was her own woman again.
Her mind began erasing the last three years. She took herself back three years to the slender young blond model who was in such demand because of the exquisitely formed cheekbones, because of the earthy quality in her green eyes as they glowed in contrast to her face and hair. She could have made the big time. Mitzi knew that. Except for that night when she let Carl take her up to his bed and let her feel his fantastic cock. She would be at the top of her profession by now.
It wasn't too late to recover. She would have to go on a crash diet. She'd have to get rid of most of these curves that she had allowed to fill out her body. Mitzi inhaled deeply, thrilling at the way her tits heaved into her dress. No! She didn't want to take the necessary inches off these beauties. The blond loved the attention she could get with them.
She enjoyed the feel of male eyes on her as she swung her voluptuous body through a crowded room. She didn't need to reduce her sexual appeal. Hell no! Lorraine had offered her a partnership. There was no limit to the business they could do.
Mitzi felt a tingle over her body. She would go in with her red-haired friend. She could envision expansion of the business. They would dominate the Los Angeles area, then expand to San Francisco and San Diego. She shivered at the thought of offices in Dallas, in Miami, in Houston and Atlanta, in New Orleans and Denver. They could handle all the major convention cities. What the hell did she need with Carl Zweig? She didn't need his salary. She could make hell of a lot more than he was making. She'd been making more when they met. She was making more then than he made now. She didn't need his cock either. She could find pricks anywhere, long pricks, short pricks, thick pricks, thin pricks. She'd had no trouble in the past. She certainly would have no trouble now.
She'd never had any trouble, not since she was a teenager. She may have been a skinny kid, but she'd had the ass and legs to cause constant attention from the boys. Mitzi breathed deeply, her mind flitting back into her girlhood. She searched for his name, the boy from down the street who first showed her what a pussy was for.
Don, that was his name, Don Anders. Donny, all the mothers called him, certain that the young man was the sweetest, most gentlemanly boy in the neighborhood. Donny showed the young blond, though, that he had other interests than books and music. He was over at Mitzi's one afternoon, sitting with her on the couch in the living room, rambling on and on about his hopes for a career in music.
Mitzi watched his eyes stare at her legs and she curled them beneath her on the couch and turned to listen, feigning interest. She wasn't interested at all in what future he might have with his little violin. She was interested in the way he looked at her legs, the way his eyes lighted up as they glanced up to the full expanse of thigh she flashed beneath the short, tight shorts.
Her mother passed through and told them she would be gone for several hours. Mitzi glanced up in surprise. Her mother never left her alone in the house if there was a boy over. The little blond smiled, realizing this was due to her mother's inability to conceive of Donny being any threat to a young girl. Mitzi smiled at her mom as the woman left, then turned back to Don. Now she would hear all the gossip. The young violinist could talk music for hours as long as a girl's mother was around. When they were alone, though, Mitzi could count on the boy to have the details on all the latest high school scandals.