by Mlyn Hurn
His hand moved down to tug her dress up to her waist. With one easy movement he ripped her panties aside. He gasped when he discovered the sweet smooth flesh that awaited him between her thighs. He stroked her soft, hairless pussy in amazement.
He remembered his trip to San Francisco a few months earlier. He had contacted her at her aunt’s, after taking a suite at an exclusive hotel. She made an excuse to her aunt, something about going to a friend’s house for the weekend, and joined him at his hotel suite. At first, they had looked at each other awkwardly, but then, somehow, one or the other had moved and they had ended up in each other’s arms.
It had been a few heated minutes later that his wandering hand discovered that she had changed slightly from the last time they’d made love, less than an hour before the accident. He had heard of this, but he had never seen a woman’s shaven pussy before. He had been amazed, fascinated by her smooth, responsive flesh. In that expensive hotel room, there was no way that he could stop touching her pussy lips.
He had moved down her hot body, and it soon appeared that Julie couldn’t stop the soft screams that escaped her throat as he showed his oral appreciation of her smoothness. He had licked her softness and gently parted her flesh to claim her tiny pleasure point for his own. Her passion juices had flooded her flesh, and he lapped them up eagerly.
After several long hours of lovemaking, she had convinced him to “try it.” Thus he found himself lying flat on his back in the big bed, naked and spread-eagle. She never failed to surprise him. She had told him that she wanted to tie his hands and feet to the bedposts. That way he was totally at her mercy. He had submitted to her demands, and she soaped him up with his shaving cream.
He had watched in amazement, and excruciating arousal, as her soft hands had moved his rock-hard cock this way and that, deftly wielding the razor quite cleverly over his skin. She had even managed to shave his balls, a bit timidly at first, but she soon got the hang of it. When his pubic area was as smooth as hers, she had rinsed all the residual soap away.
He had watched as she moved about the room naked, putting away all the supplies she had used to shave him. He loved watching her move; her breasts, full and round, had bounced and jiggled with each enticing step. He loved playing with her. He wanted to squeeze her big tits, massage the sensitive flesh until she squirmed in arousal. He remembered how his using the word “tits” had turned her on the last time they had been together nine months earlier. She was such a lady in public, and yet she could raise his blood pressure in private so much that he questioned if he was dying under her sweet caresses sometimes.
But his body had just kept asking for more. She had finally returned to the bed, holding a scarf in her hand. She had knelt on the bed next to him and told him to lift his head. She had tied the scarf over his eyes and then again deserted him, leaving him tied and blind.
The silence of the room had been overwhelming at first, but his other senses soon kicked in. He thought he could hear her moving about the room. He had jumped as far as his bonds allowed when he felt some soft, silken strands strike his chest. He quickly realized she had a silk ribbon whip. He had been so hot and hard, he nearly exploded at the touch of her “whip” against his skin.
The soft whip had worked its way over his body until he felt the lashes against his hard, pulsating cock. The silk against his hairless flesh had been one of the most arousing and erotic things he had ever felt, he decided in his last rational thought. To his amazement again, he had felt her climb upon the bed between his spread thighs. He felt her lying down, halfway up his left upper leg. When her soft hands had begun caressing his hairless lower abdomen, then his hard cock, and finally cupping and massaging his balls, he began oozing his passion fluids. He had felt her fingers touch the liquids and spread them over the head of his hard cock.
Finally, she began stroking his cock in a firm upward motion, over and over, pausing only to massage and squeeze his balls every now and then. He had known he was close to coming, and he desperately wanted to be deep inside her flesh. He had pulled and tugged furiously at his bonds, but they did not give way. He wasn’t sure how much more he could stand, when she had lowered her head and let her hair brush over and over his cock.
With his eyes still covered she took him deep inside her hot, wet mouth. She had licked his hard cock and then sucked him softly, then harder and faster. When he was sure he couldn’t stand another second of her sweet torture, she had stopped and moved to straddle his hips. He couldn’t see her, but only feel the soft brush of her skin against his, and hear the creak of the bed with her movements.
When he felt the soft, wet brush of her womanly flesh against the head of his cock, his hips unconsciously jerked upward to meet her. She had lowered herself to meet him, and he buried himself deep within her welcoming body. He had nearly shouted out when he felt the heat of her enveloping him. All he could do was feel every single thing, since he was at her mercy.
Her hips had moved forward, back, and then she had risen upward until his cock nearly slipped out. She had slowly slid back down, again taking him deep within herself. He longed to rip free of his ties, throw her to the bed and take her hard and fast, but she was in control this time. She had kept this paced and easy, drawing out their pleasure, riding him slow and sure until she could stand it no more. Then she had allowed his body to control their ride to climax.
He had been so spent that when her body slid down to lie next to him, he could only sigh. He had felt her fingers moving to untie his hands and slip off his blindfold. He had been glad and quickly removed the ties on his ankles, and then pulled her into his arms for them both to sleep. He’d lost track of how many times they had made love over those three days. It had been a sensual retreat as they both let loose of the past and came together like strangers who knew all the important things and precisely what to talk about.
Julie’s moan brought him back to the present and his “task at hand.” A wise man lived for this moment and brought the memories out when he was alone in the dark of night, Jim reminded himself. Making love to Julie right now was the only thing that mattered.
“Jim, we mustn’t—” she whispered softly, but not at all convincingly. “Your mother—”
“Isn’t here, Julie, and there is only you and me. Hush, baby. Nothing matters but this!” Jim rose above her in the bed, holding her eyes with his, and slowly entered her hot womanly passage.
Julie gasped, her hips shifting and lifting of their own accord to accommodate him, her thighs spreading even wider for him. She knew she should be fighting him. Surely she should be feeling ashamed of lying on his bed, her breasts naked and her skirts tossed high. But she wasn’t. She was on fire for him, just as she had always been. Remembering back as a teenager, when she had thought she hated him, now she knew that those outbursts had been a cover for her true feelings. All of her life, he had made her feel more alive, more passionate, when she was with him than with any other person.
Jim paused, seated within her hot flesh, savoring the intense passion overwhelming him. It had seemed so very long ago since he had felt this good. Julie pulled his head down, claiming his mouth for her own at the same instant her body began responding with sweet, muscular contractions, drawing him deeper and deeper inside of her. He met her movements with his own thrusting rhythm, sliding one hand between their bodies. He had discovered her sweet point of madness during their first time together over a year ago. He knew that just a few touches in the right spot sent her over the edge every time.
Pushing down with his knees and balancing on his forearm, Jim pulled away from her just enough to allow his fingers to find that perfect place and flick her clit gently. Julie opened her mouth to cry out and he covered it quickly, muffling her cries of passion. Thrusting again, he buried himself inside her, feeling the spasms of her orgasm around his hard shaft, and finally, unable to wait a second longer, he thrust quickly to his climactic finish deep within her.
Jim remained on top of her body,
and inside of her, for several long moments afterward. He waited until her eyelids finally lifted. He could see the passionate fog was clearing slowly. He wanted to keep that dazed “just made love to” look in her eyes forever. In fact, he didn’t give a damn if anyone knew he had just made love to Julie Bradley. Reluctantly, he moved from her body to lie beside her.
Turning on his side, Jim let his eyes travel over her flushed cheeks and swollen lips down to her naked breasts, pushed high by the bodice of her dress. He reached out to cup her breast, but Julie moved quickly, sliding away from him and off the bed. Even with her back to him he could tell that she was pulling her bodice up, to restore some order to her appearance. He saw her hands brush nervously over her hair.
“I better get going,” Julie said softly, turning to the door.
Jim moved swiftly and caught her just as she entered the hallway. His hand on her arm turned her back toward him. Seeing her blush only confused him. Undoubtedly it was because he now stood in the hallway, naked.
“We have to talk, Julie.” Jim held her close to his chest, his hands holding tightly to her upper arms. “I’ll be down in a few minutes and we’ll find somewhere quiet.” He stopped abruptly and looked up and down the hallway. He thought he’d heard a door closing. Julie took that opportunity to pull free and start down the hall. He shook his head ruefully, calling out to her. “You can run, Miss Bradley, but you will soon learn you have nowhere left to hide.” As Julie ran to the staircase, Jim reentered his bedroom, closing the door with a shove.
* * * * *
At the end of the hall, a different door opened and closed softly. Phyllis Morgan looked down the hall at her son’s closed door. She was having trouble taking it all in. She was sure her son had been…her mind stumbled over the words. She knew then that Julie Bradley had seduced her son somehow.
The vixen was out to get her son’s money, she was sure of that. After all, there had been only animosity between them for years. Obviously Julie was chasing Jim because she wanted to come home and settle in the area. She had no doubt in her mind that Julie wanted to live in the best house in the county and have the most money to spend. That would lead her to Jim.
There was no way, Phyllis resolved silently, that she was going to let that little whore get her claws into her son. She made a silent vow before turning to go back downstairs. She would do anything to keep Julie from hurting her son again.
Chapter 2
Jim entered his garden a short time later. There were people everywhere, calling greetings to him and stopping him when they could, but he was looking for just one. Nick handed him a mug of beer before too long, slapping him on the back.
“I see things never change. You are always the last to arrive, even at your own party, Jim!” Nick laughed at his lifelong best friend.
“I had a few things to check before I was free—” Jim sipped the beer, his eyes still traveling the crowd, searching. Almost as if Nick could read his mind, he pointed to a small crowd off to the far side of the garden.
“Julie is here.”
Jim looked over and saw her standing with her sister and several other people. He didn’t know if Nick knew how he felt about his sister. He was sure, though, that if Nick knew what he had been doing with his sister a short time earlier, he would find himself lying in the dirt faster than anyone could spit. It was Nick, though, a moment later, who suggested they go over and join that group.
* * * * *
Julie laughed at her sister, Angie. She was such a darling at times, but she could also be maddening as hell. It was because of her sister that Julie had decided to come home. Angela was engaged to marry Jim’s younger brother, Tony. Tony and Angie had been sweet on each other for as long as Julie could remember. Tony had gone away to law school and, not surprisingly to anyone, had returned to join her brother, Jared’s, law firm. Even though her head told her not to, Julie had found herself coming back for their engagement party, which was scheduled in a few days. She couldn’t help but smile as she watched the two lovers together. Tony often had his arm around her shoulders, hugging her close.
“No, really, Julie. We could have time to put it all together,” Angie laughingly goaded her sister.
Before Julie could answer, Jim spoke from just behind her. “Put what together, Angie? What are you plotting now?”
Julie stood absolutely still. She could almost feel the heat from Jim’s body since he was standing so close to her. All she would need to do was lean back—
* * * * *
Jim inhaled deeply as he spoke. He could smell Julie’s sweet, light fragrance…and he could smell the musky scent from their earlier lovemaking, he was sure of it. Perhaps it was just in his head, but he wanted to lean down and kiss her neck, smell her scent more deeply. Angie’s voice drew him back to the conversation.
“I’m trying to convince Julie to make it a double wedding ceremony.”
Jim felt as if he had been punched in the gut. He drew in his breath sharply, noting how Julie stiffened in front of him. The need to turn her around and demand she tell him what Angie was talking about was nearly unbearable and irresistible. But to do so would draw attention to them, and he knew she didn’t want that. He did manage to lightly touch her neck as he lifted his hand to scratch his shoulder. Hopefully, no one would have noticed his lapse.
“I was telling her it would be the perfect plan. She could marry Frank and then Jared’s law firm would be in the family. Each lawyer would be a Bradley or married to one!”
Jim turned to look at the man Angie was talking about. Frank Fitzhugh was new to Jared’s law firm, having come from Boston. He was from a wealthy, old family and Jared had been quite happy to have him join the firm, giving them a real “east coast” connection. Frank had flushed at Angie’s words. But Jim felt he could see something in the other man’s eyes that he didn’t like. He had been friendly with him previously, but when it came to Julie and any male except him, he was becoming downright possessive.
Frank smiled, holding his glass up in a salute to Julie. “I certainly would be proud to have such a beautiful woman as my wife.”
Tony interrupted Angie as she started to answer him. “Perfect—”
“Angie, honey, enough matchmaking!”
Angie just laughed at her fiancé. “Just think of the money we could save. Two weddings for the price of one.”
Frank smiled, nodding his head. “Just as long as we don’t share the honeymoon.”
Everyone laughed around them, except Jim and Julie. Tony reached over and gave Frank a light punch on his arm. “Don’t worry, partner. No chance of that whatsoever.”
Frank laughed also, looking at Julie. “Just say the word, Julie, and I’m all yours.”
* * * * *
Julie smiled weakly as everyone around her laughed. She didn’t think she could stand much more of this joking around. Coming here had been a mistake; she knew that now. Seeing Jim, she realized that being with him was so much harder than she had thought it would be. Suddenly she felt the need to get away, get some fresh air, even though she was standing outside. She stepped back and bumped right into Jim. His arm immediately encircled her waist, holding her securely against him. For a moment, she relaxed against him. A few seconds passed before she became aware of Nick looking at her, then at Jim. Julie pried his hand from her waist and moved a few feet away.
“I’m going to get something to drink. I feel parched all of a sudden,” Julie said nervously, by way of explanation of such an obvious retreat.
Angie reached out toward her as she moved away. “Julie, are you all right?”
Julie smiled at her sister. “Yes, Angie, I’m fine. I’ll be back in a moment.” Julie turned and hurried over to get a glass of lemonade. Taking it, she took a quick glance around and then walked over to the secluded section of Jim’s garden. Luckily she found the nearly hidden gate and entered.
Julie walked into the darker area of the garden, where there were quite a few trees, bushes and wildflowers. S
he could hear the small fresh spring that was at the center of this part of the garden. She walked to the edge of the water, looking down. She could see her reflection. She looked the same as she had yesterday, and the day before that. But she didn’t feel the same. She was feeling all jumbled and mixed up inside. This was how she had felt when they had met at that hotel in San Francisco about three months ago.
She slipped her shoes off and sat down on a nearby rock, lowering her feet into the cool water. The sun crept through the canopy of the trees here and there, keeping the small area from being too cool.
A noise from behind her caused Julie to jump and slide halfway off the rock. She turned abruptly, expecting to find Jim, since very few people knew of this area. Instead she saw Phyllis Morgan standing a short distance from her. She started to get to her feet, but the rock was slippery, so she sat still, waiting for the other woman to speak.
Phyllis came a few steps closer, speaking in a low, angry voice. “Keep away from my son, you tramp. If you don’t, I will make it so that you won’t ever be able to show your face in this town again!” Phyllis spun on her heel and walked away from the stunned younger woman.
Julie sat for a while in silence. She was surprised at the other woman’s animosity and hostility toward her, but she had no idea it went so deep. Slowly, Julie pulled her feet out, drying them on the grass as best she could, then stood and slipped on her shoes. She made her way back out of the secret garden. Glancing around, she saw that most of the people had moved over to a field that lay a short distance from Jim’s house. She wandered over there, still feeling raw and abused by Phyllis’ attack. The noise, though, drew her attention and she saw that a small baseball game was happening. Julie no sooner reached the edge of the crowd than another of Jim’s brothers, Rick, spotted her.
“About time you got here!” Rick yelled at her. He grabbed her hand, dragging her toward the house.
