Chapter 51
The Rendezvous
Bernie Grunfeld paid the cabby and went quickly through the black wrought iron gate and down three steps to the front walk, fishing in her handbag for the keys. She unlocked the front door and then the inside door, shutting each of them carefully behind her. She crossed the beige Oriental rug in the foyer to the elevator, got in and punched the "5" on the scale of six, and leaned back against the handrail at the rear of the car. She clamped her legs together and for the first time since leaving her office, allowed herself to smile.
After deactivating the digital alarm system inside the door to the one-bedroom apartment on the fifth floor within the allowable time, she closed and locked the door behind her, and reset the alarm.
Beyond the window of the living room, the Cape Fear River flowed swiftly out to sea. A small sailboat with red and blue stripped sails tacked toward her, using the wind that had just sprung up to good advantage.
Bernie paid scant attention to the view. She went into the bedroom to the right off the living room, flipping the light switch for the bathroom as she passed the door. She heard the fluorescent light hum, then click on as she reached the king-sized bed. She pulled down the corner of the comforter nearest the double doors of the closet, and saw that the linen was fresh. She nodded approval. She put her handbag down on the bed, and used her left hand to steady herself against the wall behind the headboard as she removed her right shoe. Teetering a little on the other high heel, she reversed her position, and took that shoe off as well.
Flat-footed now, she pressed her lips tightly together and pulled her dress off over her head. She opened the closet and put the dress on a padded hanger. There were four other dresses in the closet, two of them in plastic bags fresh from the cleaner's; two pairs of embroidered jeans; and five pairs of high-heeled shoes on the floor. There was also a pair of white Nike sneakers, and on a hook next to the rod hung a white negligee.
Expanding the elastic waist of the half slip, she let it slip to the floor, and then sat down on the bed to remove her panty hose, first pinching the cotton crotch liner to revive the excitement she'd felt in the cab. She dropped the hose on the bed and unhooked her white bra, letting it drop down her arms, catching it, and dropping it on top of the hose. When she pulled down her white bikini panties, the crotch was darkly wet.
She stood up and went quickly around the bed, pausing briefly to admire her body in the mirror. Her dark pubic hair glistened and she rubbed it hard with her hand, reaching deep between her legs to spread the moisture. Then she went over to the windows, opened the beige drapes, and stood at the middle of the window and looked out over the river shining in the late sunlight, trying to decide if she could see the figures in the boats clearly enough to make it likely they could see her.
She decided they could not, but the people walking along the boardwalk directly in front of that side of the building could if they looked up. She like that idea, and plucked at her pubic hair again. She looked down at her breasts and pinched her left nipple. It was very hard, and so was the right one.
She walked quickly into the bathroom, opened a bottle of cologne and set it on the counter. Opening the other side of the medicine cabinet, she removed a small canister of spermicidal foam and a clear plastic applicator plunger. She filled the applicator and backed up to the toilet, reaching with her left hand to make sure the seat was down. She urinated, holding the plunger aloft with her right hand, then transferred it to her left in order to use tissue.
She spread her legs wider and inserted the plunger into her vagina, emptying the foam into herself. In front of the mirror, she put cologne behind her ears, under her breasts and generously into her crotch hair. She also put some behind her knees. Looking at herself in the mirror, she smiled again.
She inserted the middle finger of her right hand into her vagina and stroked her clitoris. She felt herself lubricating again and continued for a few seconds, stopping soon enough to deny herself an orgasm. She looked at her face in the mirror and saw that the color in her cheeks was very high. She hugged herself and shivered. She heard the door open and close and went into the living room.
"I thought you'd never get here," she said.
Marcolina glanced at her and smiled. "Five minutes," he said. He grinned at her, looking her up and down, admiringly. "Is it really that bad?"
"Five minutes, plus three days and two weeks," she said, moving toward him and reaching out to take his blazer off. She laid it on the back of the couch. When she turned back to him, he was removing his blue striped tie and heading for the bathroom. "Hurry up," she said.
"I am," he said, "I am. Just got to take a leak here, you know."
She hugged herself in the living room and shivered. Then she went into the bedroom and listened to him urinating. She went to the window again and was standing there when he came out.
"Putting on a show?" he said. He unbuttoned his shirt at the cuffs as well as the front.
"I don't know." She turned to face him, resting her buttocks on the cold window sill. "I don't know what's happening to me. I've always had this idea I'd like to go naked in public. Let people see me, you know? Of course I never did it, and then when Jon and I were first married, we took our honeymoon on the Cape, and there was one day when we were down at the beach; the beach that used to belong to the Coast Guard?"
He nodded that he understood.
"There was no one else around, and I did it. I took off my suit and Jon was horrified. Well, of course I told him there was no one else around, but he wouldn't take his off and do what I really wanted to do. Then when we were leaving, one of the park rangers, or whatever they are, drove up to us and said: 'No harm done, folks, this time. But nude bathing's not allowed here.' And then he drove off and Jon was mortified. But I wasn't. I wasn't at all."
Joe unbuckled his belt and undid his trouser clasp, letting his slacks fall to the floor; then slid into the bed. She grinned and walked around to the other side, whipped the covers back and moved in next to him, her left breast resting on his right bicep. She rubbed his stomach, moving it down to the root of his cock and then under his scrotum to caress his balls. He became fully erect.
"Take it easy," he said softly. "It feels wonderful, but if you do it much longer I'm going to be the only one here having any fun."
She rose up and straddled him, allowing him to guide her with his hands at her waist. She inserted his cock, and leaned back in the kneeling position with her hands on his knees. She closed her eyes and sighed, "Ahhh," and then leaned forward again, putting her hands on the bed so that she crouched over him.
"Let me do all the work," she said.
"I wouldn't change a thing," he said.
She pumped four times, feeling his expansion in her. He ejaculated in five bursts bracketing her orgasm. They both shuddered. She lay down on his chest.
"Is this all right now?" she said.
"Um, he groaned. He could feel the warm fluid coming out of her and dripping down his scrotum. "We're not doing the sheets any good though," he said. "Maid'll get a few laughs when she changes them this week."
She giggled. "Don't complain," she said, "I do the best I can, but when it's been this long, you know, there's just more from both of us than I can hold."
They lay back like that for a while and his cock started to become flaccid inside her. She let it retract about halfway then carefully rolled off him, so she could sit on the edge of the bed.
"Want some wine?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said, "that'd be nice."
