Extending the MILF List Ch. 04

I extended my hand. "Sonny Duncan, yes sir. Good to see you."

He looked at my hand. I turned the palm up.

He grinned and shook it. "Shocked to see you. I have to confess." He shook his head. "You're Sammy's friend. You're my son's age and that, well, that has given me a bit of a shock." He shook his head again, running a hand over his face, wiping at sweat that was not there. He said, "Listen, what if we talked. I think we need an understanding. You know, about this...this situation."

I shrugged. What was I going to say?

"I cannot think that your mother would approve of this."

Oh. That was what he was thinking? We'd trade silence. Keep each other's secret. I almost said she was in China fucking a hog leg but bit off the comment before I blew it out. I had no need to include Sam Honeywell in all my business. But I did need to explain my presence in this apartment. People have a way of jumping to conclusions of their own invention that often have nothing to do with reality. In the future, I would find this was incredibly dangerous but here, I was just lucky.

I shook my head, then nodded. "No, you're right." I glanced back into the apartment. "I expect this looks odd to you."

Sam grinned and nodded. "No odder than she must look to you. Mrs. Honeywell and I, well, I think we need to discuss this. There is a club restaurant on the third floor. Why don't we meet there in say, twenty minutes?"

I shrugged. "Okay. Sure." My brain was bubbling and I had a very, very, very interesting thought. It was so good my stomach turned over. Suddenly I wanted to have a conversation with him, in the worst way. This would be so fun! My mind was full of possibilities but one in particular. It would was not going to be easy but, but it could be fucking awesome if I could figure it out. "Twenty minutes."

Behind him the blond apparition appeared peering out of the door, the lamē dress was gone and she stood in the door way, semi-nude, bra and garters, the black stockings highlighting her pale white skin. Her lips were so red they seemed to shine in the gloom. The corridor was green carpet with gold and green wall paper and bright white molding. Miniature chandeliers with little bitty bulbs lit the hall but not well. Daylight from the far apartment illuminated the hall better than the dull little lights; shining around the woman's body like an aura. It made her glow and me stare. I was trying to see her pussy clearly and failed.

Sam turned to look where I was staring. "She's gorgeous, isn't she? And she does love bedplay."

"Sammy!" She called. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing, go back in but don't shut the door. You are showing yourself off again. Don't shut the door, I don't have the keys."

She backed up and slammed the door shut.

Sammy? You cannot imagine how that screwed with my brain. Sammy did look like his dad but that moment, her screeching voice saying that name, that was the first time I noticed, the first time I registered how much they resembled each other. Not just in body but in disposition. Sam was a great kidder and Sammy definitely never got his sense of humor, no, his silliness from his mother. Alissa smiled under protest, utterly involuntarily.

"That broad is nothing but trouble." Sam grinned again. "I like a little crazy though. Just like you, apparently. That other gal, isn't she an associate at the law firm? She works for Bickerstaff right?"

I did not want to think about that just now because my brain was grinding and it was sending attractive ideas down to my cock for consideration. My cock approved what I was thinking. I shuddered.

"Twenty minutes." I said and tried to close the door.

Sam put his hand on the door. "You wouldn't just push me out the door and then leave me hanging like that would you? We are clearly two men of the same sort."

"No, Mr. Honeywell, I'll be there. Honest."

Sam stared hard at me for a moment and then nodded. He was a bit shorter than me but stouter. If he was any indication, Sammy still had some way to go before he was done filling out. "Okay. Fine. You know where it is? The dining room?"

"No. Third floor? How do I get there. There are no buttons."

"Take the one with the star on the call button. It is the only one that has a floor register on it. You have to use the card." He hesitated for a moment, took out his phone and handed it to me. "Call your phone. Just so there is no misunderstanding, right?"

I stared at him for a moment but shrugged again and called my own phone. It buzzed in my pocket. I clicked Sam's off. "Trusting, aren't you?"

He grinned. "Married an attorney, trust is a luxury I avoid. It's addictive. See you in twenty." He backed out of the door and turned away. He was still dressed in brown slacks and a white turtle neck. I closed the door. I walked to the center of the living room and gazed around. A kitchen adjoined the bar and two doors, closed, were in the opposite walls, left and right. Ellen had gone left while Dannielle went right.

Once again I was in deep water wearing army boots. Twenty minutes? What was I going to do with twenty minutes? The last thing I wanted to do was to go down to the restaurant before Sam arrived. I dreaded the awkwardness of not knowing how anything worked, plus, I wanted him to pay for lunch. I was hungry. With those two thoughts I felt incredibly young, naive and inexperienced. I walked to the left bedroom door and opened it.

The shower was running and then it wasn't. A moment later Ellen appeared, nude, beaded with water. She padded the water off of her lean body with a fluffy towel, making no attempt to hide herself. Her eyes remained on me till she dropped the towel onto the floor. Without a word, she went to the giant bed and lay down, stretching like a cat, arching her back so extremely that what tits she had disappeared, becoming simple little moles on her chest while she bridged on the bed, touching only at the shoulders and the ass.

She relaxed and looked over at me. She opened her legs, the lithe legs that dangled off the edge of the bed. One hand trailed down her body to her crotch where she stroked herself. Her eyes fluttered and she moaned a little before withdrawing her hand. She turned her head to look down the length of the bed at me. "You promised. Remember?" She purred.

I shrugged. I had twenty minutes. Time for a taste, I supposed.

I moved around the bed till I was facing the nude little woman. Her legs were open and I could see her pussy gaping between them. She had scarlet moss above her cleft, glistening, straight, and fine. She closed her eyes and flung her arms wide and became still, her legs bent at the knees over the edge of the bed. I knelt, placed a hand on each knee.

Ellen sighed.

I pulled her ass to the edge of the bed. She was lighter even than she looked.

Ellen squeaked and wriggled in my grasp.

I bent and breathed in her aroma. She smelled spicy. Her hips clinched and her pussy closed and opened beneath my eyes.

Twenty minutes. I looked around for a clock and saw none.

"You promised." Ellen whispered.

I had promised. I stuck out my tongue and touched one side of her pussy.

"Oh Christ." Ellen said.

I moved the tip of my tongue up and down the ridge of her pussy, keeping to the outer side and then at the top, changed sides and licked down the other.

Ellen lifted her knees and opened her legs wider, laying her knees out beside her body like wings. She pressed them flat to the mattress. Small and flexible! Her pussy seemed to exhale and I inhaled her aroma. I flattened my tongue and licked from the lower end of her pussy up to the top.

"Oh sweet Christ, eat me, Sonny!" Ellen's voice twanged with lust. Her whole body was coiled and tense.

I compiled. My tongue swiped up and down several times, searching for her clit but it was no where to be found. Daunted and a little embarrassed—how do you ask a woman where she keeps her clit? I stiffened my tongue and pushed it into her; seemed like a good option if the only option. The woman seemed to validate my choice, lost clit notwithstanding. Ellen bucked as I penetrated her. She shook and groaned but she did not change or adjust her pose. She lay still quaking, crystallized into a woman primed for pleasure. She wanted it, she expected it, she demanded it but without words. Had she spoken her demand, I would have left her wanting but her willingness to be in such need and speak nothing of it left me eager to satisfy her.

My tongue wiggled into her body. She was tight! She lay so flat, her legs were pressed full to the mattress, I dared not put my arms under her legs but lay my forearms along her thighs, feeling the cord of her groin muscles pulled taut by her pose, little lines against my cheeks. I covered her pussy with my mouth and sucked. Ellen gasped. I felt around the top of it with my fingers, looking for a clit. There was no sign of it.

My tongue swirled through her body but it resisted at every twist, tight and pressurized with her excitement. Her pussy was tense, small and mysterious. I pushed hard into her and began to probe deep into her, just trying to figure out the puzzle of her little body. Then I touched it and she screamed, the little spot at the top of her entrance, the rough little patch of flesh. Ellen exploded. After an afternoon punctuated with unrequited sexuality, she was indeed primed for the stimulation. She bucked under my mouth, her whole body convulsing with a violent orgasm. The knees and legs pressed against the bed and that lifted her pussy mound, tipping it up against my mouth as I swirled my tongue inside of her. Her voice warbled with exultation, high and keening and then it cut off as she gulped for air.

"Oh Christ and the chickens!" She guttered.

I was vaguely aware of the sound of an opening door in the distance. Then Ellen's hips jerked up at me, pounding against my forehead and cheeks. I lost contact with her g-spot and became adrift in the now liquid contours of her pussy. I sucked at her and found her fluid acrid and dank. I was so aroused, I sucked it in, slurping loudly and with gusto for her benefit. She found her voice and shrieked again. Suddenly there was a clit. It appeared under my fingers as if by magic and when I tweaked it, Ellen contorted, her upper torso turning and twisting as she came. Her legs remained pressed flat against the bed, like bat wings beside us.

"Oh my goodness!"

The voice penetrated my awareness. For a moment I was confused by the words because I was sure Ellen was still gurgling with orgasm. Then I figured it out, of course, it was Dannielle, summoned by the screams to come and watch me eating the other woman.

Under my mouth, Ellen's hips were tensing and shaking while I kissed and licked her flowing, flowering pussy. She was not shaved but her hair was fine and straight, the classic red cunt hair of engineering lore, the RCH that is the finest measure of size or length in the lexicon. Her abdomen was not flat, it was concave, so lank was her frame. My nose rubbed against her pubic bone. I opened my eyes, turning my head as I penetrated her deeply with my tongue once more. I saw her hand knotted in the bedspread, twisting and pulling at it.

I confess, I felt that old satisfaction that comes from knowing a woman is in the throes of pleasure I was causing directly and intentionally. Her body responded to me as though we were fated to join in this way. I certainly had visions—or whatever—of putting my cock where my tongue was at that moment. This woman was tight and small but she seemed incredibly expressive and compellingly so with her pussy. The way it surged and responded to me, fucking her took on incredible attraction. My mind had mostly been on Dannielle and her tits and ass but this little woman, she was teaching me the genius of the female body that was nothing but pussy surrounded by need and infused with lust.

I licked up and down her gurgling furrow. She crooned. I sucked on her and tasted her sharp spice. She grunted. Her hands found the back of my head. I moved my hands under her legs and to her little ass. She hunched up at me. I grunted and plunged my tongue deep into her. Ellen shrieked again but it was short lived, replaced by gasping. She panted and sucked air, trying to breathe around another consuming orgasm. I felt it wracking her. Evil little twin that I am, I lifted my head and then lifted her thrashing body, moving her to the center of the bed in once great lunge. Bent over the edge of the bed, my elbows planted under her legs and my hands clasping her clinching ass, I resumed eating her.

Ellen bucked into another orgasm; they were coming in waves now, like a relentless ocean on a perfect beach. Ellen thrashed and squirmed both trying to escape the sensations and to intensify them. She shook and quaked and shook. She was so small I could hold her still and eat her with some precision, even while her climaxes wracked her and she thrashed and jerked. I got my shoulders positioned so she could not lift her legs and with a firm grip on her ass, I continued to eat her. My tongue found her clit and Ellen screamed, her voice ragged with passion, jagged and gasping. She stopped several times to swallow and reset herself in the hollow moments between the flowing orgasms.

Suddenly I had to wonder what time it was, how long I had been eating Ellen. She was nude. Suddenly I wanted to kiss her, to penetrate her with my cock but I knew there was no time but I thought it would be cool to meet Sam with the smell of Ellen all over me.

I suddenly released her, extracting myself from her body. I peeled down my trousers and released my cock. I crawled half onto the bed, between Ellen's splayed legs, my pants around my ankles. She shivered and her little hands found my cock. I bent to her mouth and she kissed me hard, passionately, with a violent need that gratified me. Her taste swam between us, coating her lips and greeting her tongue. I bent down to take one nipple into my mouth and found she was sensitive beyond reason. Her voice assaulted me as her body bucked and she pulled my cock towards her pussy. I relented and let her direct the head of my cock to her entrance. I sank part way into her lean body. The pleasure welled up in me and I pulled away, fighting off the instant orgasm contact with her inner body summoned. She held my waist with her little hands, her body arching to recapture the retreating cock. I fought free of her, having given her a taste and then retreating held a sort of vicious attraction for me.

"What? What are you doing?" Ellen gasped when I was finally free of her, standing beside the bed, pulling up my slacks, hiding my cock.

"I have to go meet someone. I'll be back. You two can get acquainted while I am gone." I turned to the frightened woman leaning against the door jamb. Dannielle's face was fixed in a gasp, eyes fixed and staring. She blinked several times, noticing my eyes on her. I moved to her and kissed her carefully on the lips. She licked them, tasting Ellen for the first but certainly not the last. "Can you both stay the night? Perhaps tomorrow night? I think we should make a day or two of it don't you? Do it up right?" I did not wait for their reactions but left them, Dannielle staring at Ellen's naked body and Ellen writhing with a new but mature passion.

I was certainly still into it but once I separated from Ellen, that is, got my tongue out of her, my brain was afire with what I was going to try to accomplish downstairs using Sam's ignorance and his guilt. My cock remained hard all the way to the elevator. I had no idea if I was late or by how much. On the ride down, I had time to realize that I needed to assess Sam's ignorance before I preceded forward. The elevator smelled of Ellen's pussy, or maybe I was just my upper lip. My cock was rubber hard when I got to the door of The Secret Cove, a white-cloth restaurant that, as it turned out, specialized in private room service for The Dominion, as the apartment building was called.

I spied Sam immediately as I stepped inside the entrance. A dignified waitress looked askance at me and no wonder. The late afternoon clientele was a mixture of older men with glitzy young women and older women with slick young men with even a smattering of bromances and two couples of women tittering to each other. This establishment did not cater to family values and stable, equal relationships.

Sam sat alone reading a newspaper. I felt like I had walked into a room from thirty years ago. I approached and he put down the paper and grinned, signaling to the waitstaff. I arrived as the waiter did, a man older than me but slimmer and much prettier.

"Bourbon, Sonny?" Sam inquired as I came to a stop.

"That would be good." I said and took a chair once the waiter left us, across from Sam, my back to the door, which made it itch.

We regarded each other for a few seconds, each waiting for the other to speak.

"I suppose you are wondering why I asked you here?" Sam finally said.

I shook my head. "No. Not really. You want to know if you can convince me not to mention your mistress there to Sammy because you know he never met a secret he did not tell to someone. I gather your dear wife is unaware of your, shall we say, dalliances? Or the apartment itself, for that matter. I have the impression she thinks you are out of town when, apparently, you are shacked up here with, with, whoever."

Sam's smile faded. He looked up as the drinks arrived and then stared into his, finally picking it up, swirling it to make the ice cubes clink and then taking a sip. "Ah, that hits the spot." He gestured with his glass. "Cheers. What shall we drink to?" His bonhomie had faded, dampened by my words, perhaps the reminder of the sexy woman he was stepping out on.

I lifted my glass and dipped it in his direction. "Cheers. To willing pussy," I said, just to let him know I at least approved of pussy if not actually his actions. On the other hand, I guess I missed the twisted irony of my own words. After all, I had his wife on a leash.

Sam grinned, no small amount of relief in his eyes.

We drank.

"I am curious, Sam, how does it happen that you are installed in an apartment that, if I understand it properly, is worth in the neighborhood of one and a half million dollars?"

Sam looked at me, a measuring stare. "That's how it is going to be?" His voice was not friendly.

"Aren't you going to ask me how I happen to have the keys to Bickerstaff and Kline's little love nest? I thought I would go first. It seems way too much of a coincidence to meet you here. Father of one of my best friends, husband of a partner whose apartment is down the hall, you have to admit, that stretches credulity. That cannot be unrelated."

He shrugged. I felt right at home. "So?" He asked, discomfort rife in his posture. "Want to eat something?"

I nodded gratefully, Sam was old school. He signaled the wait staff. This time a middle-aged woman appeared, rail thin but beautiful in a western sort of way with muddy blond curls and corded neck. I was so horny I wanted to bite her, well, all that goes with biting her, actually. I had a brief sprite of impatience but regarded my presence here as part of the MILF package. I had resolved early on never to dodge the effects of my behavior. I was here to tally up some of that cost or find out if I could keep a secret. I ordered a chef salad and he ordered a porterhouse steak. I hoped it was clear who was paying but decided I would if I had to. My stash was not inexhaustible...but then realized I had money from the law firm for future services rendered. I had no recollection of what I did with the cashier's check Alissa had given me. That thought added to the buzz from the drink. Pussy made me forget about money and that, my friends, says it all. The limit and the vista of my ambition expressed in one telling phrase. I do love pussy!