CHAPTER ONE
Sandra called on Alexander at his apartment. She found him in his dressing gown, smoking a cigarette.
"Good morning, Alex," she said tenderly, after Ito had opened the door for her and Alexander had risen to greet her.
"Good morning to you, darling," he said, and kissed her soft lingering lips, as her soft arms tightened around his neck.
"How did things go yesterday after I left?" she inquired archly, her brown eyebrows raising demurely.
Holding her at arm's length, and regarding her sweet face lovingly, he answered, "Daphnis has been conquered."
"Good," she cried, "and now for Leonie."
"That will be difficult. Leonie is more sophisticated, more sure of herself. Her suspicions may be easily roused, especially as she and Daphnis are good friends and she hasn't seen her for quite a few days."
"Don't worry, Alex: I will trap her for you, as I did the little blonde fool. By the way, did she respond to you?"
"Towards the end she knew passion for the first time. Why? Are you jealous, my gorgeous Sandra? Don't worry: you're still first in my admiration. And to prove it, I am going to have you right now."
"Before breakfast? Oh, how nice! It will give me an appetite, I know," laughed Sandra merrily.
As he stood before her in slippers and a rich, red, silk dressing gown, she quickly pulled her dark brown, autumn dress over her head, displaying her perfect body clad only in panties and brassiere, the sheerest of flesh-colored hose, going far up on her perfect, rounded thighs to the edge of the black lace panties, which permitted a few inches of creamy flesh to peep out at his ardent gaze. With a sinuous, feline motion, she kicked off her high-heeled, green pumps; then, deliberately smiling up at him, her long lashes fluttering over her lustrous green eyes, she undid the knot of her panties, and placing her two hands at her swelling hips, dragged the garment slowly down her voluptuous rotundities, baring her delightful, downy grotto, the soft tendrils of which curled invitingly about the threshold of all he desired.
The panties fell down her magnificently proportioned, firm thighs, to her silken-clad calves, which undulated as she moved her dainty, stockinged feet about to dislodge the fluttering garment. At last, she stepped out of it and approached him, holding up her rich, red mouth to be kissed. He clasped his arms about her naked back, just under the thin, lace straps of her filmy brassiere, through which the pert nipples quivered amorously, and fused his hot lips on hers.
She shuddered with bliss at the harsh pressure of his firm, cool hands on her warm, satiny back. "Ohhh..." she murmured, when he reluctantly released her moist lips, "How ... ardent you are ... and so early in the morning..."
"Why, Van de Velde advises five o'clock as the best time," he told her whimsically, kissing her cheeks tenderly, her eyes, her pure, snowy-white forehead. She pressed her naked belly against his loins, undulating softly against him. Through his dressing gown she could feel his essential nudity, the surge of his impassioned organ which gently insinuated itself with subtle pressure against her nakedness.
Stepping back, she untied the knot of the gown and drew aside the edges. He drew his arms eagerly out of the gown, and it fluttered to the floor, baring his athletic body, with its expansive chest, its narrow waist and hips, the hairy loins, the wiry, muscular legs.
She knelt before him and fondled his organ in her soft hands, lovingly squeezing it, captive between her tender palms. Under her ecstatic touch, it reared throbbingly to its massive stature, eager for the matutinal sacrifice she so willingly sought. Seeing that she needed to waste no time in preparing him, with a sigh of anticipatory delight, she turned around and knelt on all fours on the floor.
Turning back her head at him, her long hair streaming down her naked shoulders, she smiled and murmured, "Take me now ... give it to me ... every masculine inch of it ... right between my legs ... I want you, Alex..."
Dropping to his knees on the floor, he seized her voluptuous bottom cheeks with his eager hands, and pressed forward, seeing the dark triangle of her glorious womanhood before him. His organ advanced, ready, desirous. She parted her tits and bent herself almost to the floor, uprearing her quivering, naked behind, tensing herself for the strokes, sighing with bliss, knowing that her swelling rotundities were pleasing to him, that he delighted in the feel of the warm, resilient flesh under his male fingers.
He kissed her smooth, quivering back, the rich, fertile curves of her warm, writhing hips. Then remembering his task, he pressed onward, his organ seeking out the furrow between her sweet legs. The tip of his shaft, red and turgid, pressed against the soft outer lips of her love nook, and she arched her belly to take it unto herself. Squeezing the naked bottom cheeks hard on his desire for her warm womanhood, he inserted his weapon deftly between the moist lips, and surged upward voluptuously, furrowing her with short decisive strokes. She panted, sighed, gasped, "Ram me ... all the way ... till I split ... give it all to me ... I am yours ... Ohhhh ... Further, further in ... Pierce me, groove me hard ... Ahhh..."
Her head turned from side to side, her nostrils quivered, she arched her captive bottom, captive to his eager hands, upwards to allow him perfect access. The shaft sank in swiftly, drew back, ploughed forward resolutely once more, until with a gasp he shot upwards his warm viscosity between the walls of the thrillingly warm vagina. Her head fell forward, a shudder took possession of her, and she knelt quaking, sighing with requited passion.
His hands laving the smooth cheeks of her voluptuous, full bottom, sensing its undulations under his caresses, he knelt, spent and limp within her, his organ taking her grotto as its treasured haven, safe from all harm within her passionate nook which seethed with her own orgasm.
They knelt thus, a living tableau of passion, in the spacious living room, high above the civilized banalities and mechanisms of New York, soaring into ecstatic space together, lover and lover renewing the pledge of passion, keeping the vows of Pan...
After their spasm had passed, he turned her to him, and, drawing her down to the floor against him, lay on his side toward her, stroking her brassiere-covered breasts, her firm thighs, whose quivering flesh he could feel under the gossamer texture of her pale hose. Her toes wriggled in her delight; she kissed his lips hard, her tongue darting against his.
He undid the straps of her brassiere finally, cupping the glorious breasts hard, palpitating them with quickening pressures, while she pressed her quivering loins against his belly, rubbing her dark, downy foliage against his naked flesh.
His right hand stroked her naked, curving, full hip, circling the sweet left globe of her voluptuous bottom, his fingers straying to the mysterious furrow, fleeting over the soft anus, pressing against it firmly, as she sighed her bliss.
Feeling himself renewed by her nearness, he drew her to him, both turning on their sides eagerly towards each other, sighing with desire. His lips fused hers, his hands clutched her sides, and his organ tilted forth again, ready to attain her. The head of his shaft touched the distended, moist lips of her grotto, passed between them, aiming for the introitus, that groove of emotional ecstasy, and he surged against her, as she grasped his shoulders, kissing him with warm, quivering lips, tremulous with love for him. Vigorously, he furrowed her, thrilling at the spasmodic pressures of her belly and breasts against him.
She writhed, undulated in abandon at each stroke, gasping, "Ohhh ... darl ... ing ... it ... More ... more ... have me ... push me all the way ... in to me ... Hard ... Ahhhh..."
Maddened with lust at her plaints of ecstasy, he quickened his strokes till at last the inundation rushed forth into her vitals, and she simultaneously quaked with her responding orgasm.
They lay entwined, panting, kissing, their tongues interlocking, quivering like subtle magnetic poles. Gradually, as their fervor waned, and they relaxed, enjoying the serene afterglow of passionate fulfillment, Sandra murmured, "What shall I do about Leonie?"
"I think she'll call you, since you are Daphnis' closest friend next to her," he said tenderly, stroking her sweet breasts, kissing the nipples softly.
"Well, I'll wait, unless you're in a hurry, darling," she said, and smiled provocatively. "After all, from the ardor you displayed just now, I should imagine you would want Leonie as soon as possible, when you're tired of me."
"I'll never tire of you, though I may tire you," Alex joked smilingly, clasping her to him and fusing her lips to his. After a long embrace, Sandra murmured, "I'll try to keep up with you always, sweetheart ... a woman Would be a fool to deny herself the joy you give her..."
His hands stroked her bottom cheeks lovingly, while he gazed at her, deeply, tenderly.
"I'll go home this afternoon. Maybe Leonie will call," she said.
"Alright, though I'll miss you, of course," he said.
She leaned forward and kissed him passionately. "I'll miss you too, dear. Your flesh is my flesh, and I am never happy when I'm separated from it," she murmured ... and they kissed again, taking their joy of each other...
So that afternoon Sandra returned to her apartment. About four o'clock her phone rang. It was Leonie, and she seemed distraught.
"Have you seen Daphnis, Sandra? I'm worried about her. She had a date with me a few days ago and didn't show up or call me. Do you know anything about where she might have gone? I'm so worried I'm ready to notify the police she's missing."
Sandra thought quickly. "Don't do that," she reassured Leonie. "As a matter of fact, Daphnis is at her aunt's place in the country. It seems that her aunt is quite well-to-do and prominent socially, and has been entertaining two Russian noblemen for the week. Daphnis, of course, couldn't pass up the opportunity of trying her powers on them, for they're very rich, I understand."
"The little minx! But she might have called me, at least," protested Leonie.
"Well, you know how self-centered she is, and maybe she didn't want you to get wind of her good luck. Why don't you beat her at her own game and go down there with me? She's invited me for tomorrow, and it might be smart to come along and catch the other nobleman for yourself."
"Certainly I will, Sandra! Daphnis can't show me up like that! After all, I know how to put men in their place," said Leonie eagerly.
"I know you do," answered Sandra, with an ironic smile. "So I'll call for you tomorrow about eleven. It's a three-hour drive out there, and we'll get there in time for a buffet lunch. You can meet the Russians and start getting in your own offensive campaign against them."
"It's a date," enthusiastically exclaimed Leonie. "See you then! Good-bye now."
Sandra hung up the phone, smiling to herself. Then she dialed Alexander's number. When he answered, she told him what she had done.
"Good girl, Sandra!" he exclaimed. "You're a worthy colleague, I can see! I'll call for you at ten-thirty in the limousine, with Ito at the wheel, and we'll pick up Leonie together. She'll have an attentive reception, I promise you. But now, why not drop over tonight and have a drink with me?"
"Oh," she teased him, "why don't you take Daphnis for a change? She'll give you a good time!"
"Darling," he said, "I don't want Daphnis; I want you again. And for reverting to being a tease just now, I promise you a little correction."
"Oh. I'll be over for sure in that case," she laughed, and sent him a kiss over the phone.
"See that you do, sweetheart," he said.
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