By God! she wants to get fucked! Jack realized instantly. Anna's face was only inches from his own, and her large brown eyes burned into his in unmistakable invitation.
"This party bores me," she murmured into his ear. "Let's go someplace where we can be alone." There it was, out in the open! It was now or never!
"Where's your coat?" he asked, having trouble with his words. While she went to get it, Jack made his excuses to the boss, telling him he had promised to get Miss Collins home early. The little man looked at him strangely, but said nothing, apparently content to await the day when Jack would deliver his wife to him on a platter.
Once out into the cool night air, Jack's head began to clear a little. "Where to?" he asked.
"Let's go to my place… where we can listen to a little music and… get more comfortable." My God, there's nothing shy about this woman! Jack thought excitedly, sensing that in another little while he would probably be making love to the fabulous body he sensed under her revealing clothes.
"But what about your uncle… Max?" he asked.
"Max is away for the weekend," she said with a little laugh. "It'll just be you and me." Better and better, Jack thought excitedly. He escorted Anna to her car, and then followed her in his as she led the way back to their part of town. Jack kept swallowing nervously as he drove, certain that he was going to fuck Anna tonight, but realizing from bitter experience how often things like this miscarried. God, what if she's just teasing me? he jittered. He was grateful when she took the alley to her place and he was able to park behind her house. It would have been clumsy, to say the least, if he had to park in front, directly across from his own houses where Pam could spot the car if she looked out the window. He wondered if she was already in bed. This was the first time he had ever determined to be unfaithful to her, and he was nervous, wondering how she would react if she found out.
By the time he parked, Anna was already out of her car and opening the back door. She performed a miniature charade of carefully peeking inside the house, using exaggerated caution, and then turned to him with a conspiratorial wink.
"Okay, the coast is clear," she whispered loudly. Jack found her little game an uncomfortable reminder that he was performing a clandestine act… he, a married man, sneaking into a darkened house after a woman he intended to fuck, with his wife less than a hundred yards away. And on top of that, the house belonged to another man, apparently the girl's lover, who might be very irate if he came home unexpectedly. Jack swallowed nervously, and for one long moment almost backed out, but Anna's seductive allure was too great. He went in.
She led him through the kitchen into a large, well-furnished living room. "Okay, first some music," she said gaily, and going to a large stereo on one side of the room, turned it on. She found an FM station that played soft background music. "The radio's better than records," she said. "We don't have to get up and change them… if we're busy at the moment." She was standing only a few feet away from Jack, and unable to stand the strain of her nearness any longer, he suddenly seized her in his arms and mashed his lips down on hers in a long passionate kiss. She responded expertly, insinuating into his madly working mouth the most stimulating tongue he had ever encountered. One of his hands slid up her body and began to claw at her breasts right through the material of her dress.
"Hey, take it easy, tiger," she said, breaking free of his kiss and moving back a short distance. "There's no point in leaping in feet first. We have plenty of time, and the more time, the nicer it can be."
Panting heavily, Jack forced himself back under control. She was right! He was acting like a high-school kid on his first date!
"I know just what you need," she said. "A nice relaxing drink." So Jack had to stand and wait while she unconcernedly made him a drink, working efficiently in a small, well-appointed bar that swung out from the wall, and all the time the blood was roaring in his ears as he watched her slightest movement. Never in his life had he desired a woman so much! He longed to take her in his arms and rip the clothes from her, but he was a little afraid of her obvious self-control. Something warned him that he would have to take her on her own terms. After all, coming here had been her idea, and no doubt she had others as well.
"Okay, drink up," she said as she handed him the drink.
"Where's yours?" he asked, pouring half the glassful down his throat in one long gulp. The alcohol hit the bottom of his stomach, bounced once, and then began to spread a soothing warmth throughout his body.
"Later," she answered. "Right now I want to get into something more comfortable." She started to walk away but then stepped closer and suddenly ground her body against his. He felt her breasts against him, and her thighs opened to press her soft hidden pubic mound against his leg while she passionately kissed him on the mouth. Jack tried to put his drink down so that he could get his hands on her suddenly offered body, but she just as suddenly moved away, leaving him standing, gasping by himself. "Got to get out of these clothes," she whispered, her own voice a little husky now.
She went out of the room into a hall, and Jack was content to wait now. There was no doubt now that the passionate promise he had felt in her suddenly abandoned body would soon enough be his. The liquor was calming him, and he determined to enjoy her game of delayed seduction for all it was worth. He strolled about the living room, studying this and that memento on the shelves and mantle, trying to see if they would tell him anything about the people who lived here. It only took him a short time to decide that everything he saw must belong to Max. Nothing here reminded him of Anna.
He had just mixed himself another drink when he saw a flicker of movement in the hallway. He thought it was Anna returning, but then saw that it was a mirror.
And the mirror reflected the inside of Anna's bedroom!
Jack couldn't see all of the bedroom, just a narrow swath through the doorway. He saw another movement reflected, and his breath sucked in as he realized that it was Anna, moving across the interior of her bedroom.
And she was undressing.
Already she was wearing nothing but a bra and panties, and while he watched, she reached behind her back and began to fumble with the catch to her brassiere. Jack stood staring, transfixed, tempted to move away, feeling for a moment like a peeping tom. But then he realized that Anna must have intended him to see – she would have closed the door otherwise. After all, she had to know the mirror was there.
Jack stood, his glass in one hand, halfway to his lips, but he didn't drink. His eyes took in the lithe perfection of Anna's scantily clad body. Her figure shimmered slightly from the distortion of viewing her through one corner of a hall mirror, but if anything, it enhanced her undeniable beauty. She was not as slender as Pam – lush, full, a mother Goddess of rich, perfectly proportioned curves and dark earthy shadows; her legs were long but softly rounded, and her broad hips tapered up into a smoothly muscular torso that promised to be able to perform every trick in the sexual repertoire.
And her breasts! Just at that moment they were leaping free of the confining brassiere, quivering and bouncing as Anna threw the whisky garment on the bed, but standing out proud and high, not drooping at all, in spite of their obvious heaviness. Her nipples are so much trigger and darker than Pam's, lascivious thoughts randomly floated through Jack's brain.
Then she was bending over to slip her panties down over her ankles, facing away from him. Jack was presented with the sight of the twin half-moons of Anna's fully rounded buttocks, just for an instant, and then she stood up, facing into the mirror, giving him a momentary view of a perfect triangle of dark brown pubic hair. She moved, her full thighs flexing, squeezing past her darkly furred pubic mound, and to Jack's disappointment, she was gone, disappearing into a part of the room that the mirror couldn't reflect.