Chapter 8

Eric smiled as he looked through the security peephole to see Jeanne Conn standing in the hall nervously glancing about.

"I... I wanted to repay you," she said, offering a check. "I found my wallet in the floor of the car when I got home. I guess it must have slipped out of my purse."

"Come in," he said smiling faintly.

"No, I... I just wanted to repay..."

"So you wouldn't feel indebted?" he asked.

"I guess so. I... I have to go."

"Surely you could come in for just a moment."

"I shouldn't," she said, again offering the check which he ignored.

"I could fix some coffee," he offered.

"More of your magic coffee? It almost got me into trouble the last time."

"Just almost?" he sighed, "it must be losing its potency."

"I think not," she couldn't help but chuckle.

"Then a cup of tea perhaps or simply some conversation."

Again she looked around in unease.

"I... shouldn't even be here. I have to go."

"What's so urgent that you can't come in for a moment?" he asked, feeling sure she had no pressing plans.

"Well, only for a moment," she replied.

"That's a lovely dress you're wearing," he commented, aware the hemline was shorter than the dress she had worn the other night, her beautifully tanned and curvaceous legs tapering to a pair of strap heels. The neckline was modest but the bodice fit her tightly accentuating her breasts. He noticed again her hour glass figure as she hesitantly stepped into the apartment and he closed the door behind her.

Hearing the door click shut, she swung round to face him.

"Please," she said, again offering the check which he swept aside.

Her eyes widened as he moved closer, her heart beginning to pound and her breathing becoming irregular.

"I... I should be going," she said setting the check on a hallway table and turning to leave.

She gasped as he pressed her against the wall, her purse falling to the floor.

"Eric... I didn't come here for this."

"Of course you did Jeanne. Since you went to the trouble of finding my address, you could have simply mailed that check... but you didn't."

"I... I..." she gasped as his body pressed against her and his lips neared hers.

"We both know why you're here Jeanne. You need excitement in your life and you know I can give it to you."

"No, you're wrong," she pleaded but her voice was weak, without resolve.

"Kiss me Jeanne."

"No, you mustn't..." she started, but his arms held hers high against the wall and his lips touched hers lightly.

"Please, Eric, I can't do th..."

But his tongue pressed her fevered lips and suddenly Jeanne Conn could contain her desires no longer, surrendering her mouth to his. He came full against her, their bodies moving urgently against each other as his tongue probed her and she wantonly took him deeply into her mouth, both tongues feverishly licking, tasting, exploring.

She tore at his shirt as his hands found her buttocks and pulled her tightly to him, his erection hard against her. He lifted her dress while she unbuckled his pants and let them drop.

She moaned, her arms wrapping around him tightly. His phallus was loosed from his shorts and Eric smiled inwardly as he, in lifting her dress above her waist, realized she wore no panties.

She grunted loudly in passion as she spread her legs and he entered her, his initial thrust actually lifting her off the floor momentarily. Her thrusts were every bit as strong, wild and uncontrolled as his and within moments one leg and then the other wrapped around him as the wall shook from the violent impalement, Jeanne feeling a man within her far deeper than ever before.