Betty awakened to the sound of water running in her bathroom. It took her a moment to remember that she hadn't fallen asleep alone. Bill had come to see her that morning.
She was laying on her side, facing away from the bathroom door. Looking out the window, she could see, across the Intracoastal Waterway, the cement tile roofs of Ft. Lauderdale as it stretched all the way to the Everglades.
Bill emerged naked from the bathroom and slid back into bed with her. He pressed his lean, smoothly muscled body along the length of hers and wrapped an arm around her waist. She savored the silken sensation of his skin against hers.
A glance at the clock at her bedside told her they'd only slept for a half hour. It was barely after Noon and Bill had already cum for her twice. Yet, as his hand roamed across the tiny blonde hairs of her belly to cup her left breast, she could feel his cock begin to harden once more. Could feel it begin to press against the cheek of her exquisite ass and along the back of her right thigh.
She rolled over to face Bill and kissed him on the lips. "Before we get too far along, I need to powder my nose." She crawled across Bill and started for the bathroom, then stopped and turned. "Oh Bill, I hate to ask you this, but I just remembered something. I need a newspaper. Could you please throw on your shorts and get me one?"
"But the store's three blocks...."
"No, no there's a machine downstairs. Get a quarter from the dresser, and hurry back" she smiled as she turned the knob on the bathroom door.
Reluctantly, Bill pulled on his cutoffs, grabbed a quarter off the dresser and let himself out the front door of Betty's condo. As he started down the breeze way to the elevator he noticed a familiar figure closing the door to her condo at the other end of the building. It was Beverly. She had a fresh drink in he hand. She was probably headed back down to the pool. Bill felt a familiar tingle. It was the tingle a man gets when he encounters a desirable woman. One that he's sure he can have. And it registered on him in several places, including along the length of the semi hard on that Betty had sent him out with.
His eyes devoured her. Despite her petite figure, she emitted an intense appeal. The way she held herself conveyed a supreme confidence in her knowledge that she had everything a man could want.
Her earlier encounter with Bill had left Beverly shaken. He was a very tall and handsome young man. But his easy self effacing confidence was what got to her. His eyes seemed to look into her soul to read her deepest, darkest desires. Looking back into those eyes, her nipples had stiffened, her pussy dampened and her mouth watered. She'd been about to throw herself on him in the elevator when they were interrupted by the door opening at their floor. Betty had been there to intercept Bill and she'd made it clear that she didn't appreciate Beverly's advances toward him.
That had made Bill all the more desirable to her. Forbidden, clandestine sexual encounters with other women's lovers and husbands were what stimulated Beverly most. She had ruminated over how to precipitate just such and encounter with Betty's newest acquisition since Betty had whisked him off earlier.
Now, seeing Bill exiting Betty's condo, Beverly couldn't believe her good luck. The elevator was at the center of the building. With an equal amount of distance to cover, both Beverly's and Bill's minds were racing. Each of them sure of what they wanted. Neither questioned that the other wanted the same thing.
Their eyes were locked on each other as they closed the distance between them. Beverly took a long pull on her fresh Seven and Seven, and slowed her pace, letting Bill close on her. She stopped and took another sip, then half turned, her eyes still fixed on Bill's.
As Bill's progress propelled him past the elevator doors Beverly's pussy melted in her bikini. The certainty that she was very close to seeing, holding, tasting and fucking the cock she'd wanted so badly earlier was almost too much.
Beverly turned and, with a telling glance back over her shoulder, started back toward her condo. She was slightly ahead of Bill which afforded him a display of her perfectly sculpted, bikini clad little ass. In fact, although she wasn't more than a couple of inches over five feet, her slim figure was perfectly proportioned.
Bill watched her taut ass cheeks clench and unclench as she walked. The perfect rhythm of her movement made his stiffening prick twitch. An image of that ass, and her looking back over her shoulder as he guided his swollen prick into her dripping wet little quim swam in his mind's eye.
He watched her slim fingers twisted the door knob to her condo. Even her hands were sexy. She stood aside to let Bill in. Still, they exchanged no words. Inside, Beverly pushed the door to. It closed with a thunk. They were safe from interruption. Just inside the foyer, they faced each other. Eyes hungry, filled with passion, lust. Beverly reached to touch Bill's naked chest, her touch electric. She looked up into Bill's eyes and canted her head to the side, lips parted in unmistakable invitation.
Bill leaned in, his hand at her waist as he gently kissed Beverly's upturned lips. Once, twice and each kiss lingered longer. Beverly broke their silence. "Why aren't you with Betty?"
"She sent me out for a newspaper." he replied.
"Looks like that's going to turn out to be a bad move on her part." She smiled. " At least, if she planned on keeping you to herself." She kissed him as the hand on his chest trailed down to his waist band. She unfastened the button of his shorts and pulled down his zipper.
