A Bullet for a Blonde

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Sylvia

Vince and I were outside on the long wooden deck with the grill going, the flower boxes along the deck blooming with tons of fragrant flowers. The early evening breeze was just soft enough to enhance the beautiful clear night it was leading up to, not a cloud in the sky and looking to be a perfect night for stargazing. Jack and Hiram were sitting at the patio table drinking beers and playing a game of gin rummy, while Eric was sprawled out under the old oak tree, pencil and sketch book in hand. Naomi and Karen were in the kitchen preparing salad and other things to go with the burgers we were cooking on the barbeque.

Not only did I feel so safe and comforted when Vince came up behind me, hugging me to him, always seeming to know what I needed when I needed it, I also was starting to have warm fuzzy tingling feelings all over the more I was with him. And although these feelings were very sexual, they were also very different from those I felt with anyone in my life. Having had lots of relationships but never really been in love before, I was beginning to believe I was in love with Vince and maybe, just maybe he was falling in love with me as well.

“What you think about baby?” he whispered softly against my neck, noticing the smile that started forming on my lips.

“Oh nothin much…” I replied, covering his arms that were wrapped tightly around my waist with my own, drawing him closer to me. I cocked my head offering up my delicate mouth to him with a warm glow shining in my eyes. “maybe just how happy I am that you’re here with me.”

“I am too Sylvia,” he said and bent his head bringing his lips to mine in a soft sweet kiss. “Maybe too happy…” he added letting his words trail.

“Too happy?” I asked looking at him with questioning eyes, confused somewhat. I was guessing by the look in his eyes he it had to do with what was going on and the threats on my life and how that was affecting both of us. Wishing more than anything I could ease his doubts along with my own and wanting to keep the seriousness of the situation at a distance for now, I wiggled my fanny against the front of his kaki slacks, adding with a giggle, “maybe a bit frisky too?”

“Sylvia…”

He started to say something and by the serious tone in his voice, I quickly turned around in his arms, looping my arms around his neck.

“Vince, I trust you. I know you won’t let anything bad happen to me if you can stop it. Now why don’t you just ssshhhhh those thoughts and believe that yourself. Quit worrying so much.”

We shared a long deep french kiss that always ignited those passionate sparks that seemed to have been felt from our very first kiss.

“Uhhhh…excuse me, but is it dinner yet?” Naomi asked with a deep chuckle coming out on the deck and picked up the spatula, flipping the burgers over.

“Almost dinner, but its desert I’m looking forward to,” I giggled, winking at Vince who actually seemed to blush.

“I can’t imagine what that would be,” she laughed, then turned looking over at Eric, almost studying him before she continued speaking. “Well, just wanted you to know, we’re all pretty hungry and everything else is ready. How about we eat out here, it’s a beautiful night.”

“Great, why don’t you girls go bring out the food and I’ll finish these burgers, although I am surprised we aren’t having steak.” Vince said and I had to laugh at his reference with all the wealth that seemed to be floating around.

I followed Naomi inside but not without whispering something to Vince, making him smile but quickly had him turning from us, busy wanting to get everyone fed.

“You and loverboy sure seem to be getting along pretty well,” Naomi stated flatly, which surprised me, but shouldn’t have, knowing how she felt about people not as well off as we had been.

“What’s wrong sis? Afraid I might have found someone real, honest and who might actually like me just for me?” I replied lightly, trying to hold back the deep sarcasm I would have liked to add, specially with Karen there.

“Of course not Sylvia, you know she only wants what’s best for you. You got to admit, he’s not in your…well, just not…” Karen spoke up, always the one trying to keep the two of us from arguing, although always siding with my sister so it seemed.

“Look you two, I don’t care what either of you think of him, I happen to…” I started to saying, feeling my blood pressure rising.

“Be a lush who goes with anyone in pants, hell when you sober up does any of the matter?” Naomi spat out.

My first thought was to slap her face, but then I saw Vince out the screen door, waving, letting me know the burgers were done. That warm fuzzy tingling feeling came over me just looking at him, seeing that glow in his eyes and that smile on his face and it really didn’t matter what she thought. It wasn’t worth it to try and fight with her, she was going to believe whatever she wanted to, hell she hadn’t even noticed that I wasn’t drinking but even that didn’t matter. I picked up the tray with the plates, napkins and silverware on it, then smiled a sweet smile at her.

“Naomi, fuck you! I don’t know what you got to be jealous of anyway, seems you enjoy leftovers.” I laughed and headed for the back door.

“Bitch!” Naomi replied flatly.

“Yep, but a sober one now,” I finished, not letting her get to me and not caring what her reaction was to my comment.

I happily walked outside, setting the tray on the table and practically jumped into Vince’s arms, kissing him with a passion stronger than I had felt yet.

“Wow! What was that for can I ask?”

“Just caused I missed you and thinking about tonight, you, me and the stars…” I smiled, figuring if he hadn’t heard the conversation thru the screen door, it wasn’t all that important that he did.

 

[Miltone]

Vince Latimer, PI

There was an uneasy pall cast over the lodge this night despite the great weather. After dinner we guys all gathered around the table and joined in a game of gin rummy. Even moody old Eric anteed up and shared a few beers with the rest of us. Maybe it took a death to bring everyone together, at least for a few hours. I know that no one had planned this little get-together and certainly none of us had figured on the way things would transpire. But even as the banter grew light hearted and the suds flowed, there was something else going on underneath the surface of gin rummy and conversation.

I sat. I watched closely, examining each face, looking for the least little glimmer that would tell me what was rattling around their fat little head. Hiram seemed the most uncomplicated. He seemed to like a stiff drink and a fat hand of gin rummy. Mason, when he wasn’t caught up in his starving artist jag was a decent sort. Kroll was … well he was tough to put a finger on. He could be warm and gracious one moment and then cut you to the bone with a sharp word or two the next moment without a second thought.

The women were something else again. They gathered together chit chatting about god knows what. Naomi in her cool calm and collected manner, like the queen bee who expects everyone to wait on her hand and foot. Karen was her capable assistant, supportive, helpful, and deferential to a fault.

And then there was Sylvia. Not quite twenty-one, the sweetest, prettiest little blonde this side of … of … of … hell, only god knows who or what! From the first night we had met I had felt something for her. Fuck, who in their right mind wouldn’t? She had seemed so lost, so much looking for someone to help her find her way, not tell her what to do, or where to go, or who to see, just give her a hand and send her on her way. She had reached out to me and like the fool I am I had responded. But the result was more than I had ever bargained for.

I watched as the girls sat in the dining room. Sylvia crossed her arms in front of her and rested her elbows on the table. When she leaned forward her firm little tits settled onto her arms and I groaned. Not because my gin rummy hand sucked eggs (which it did) but because I could think of nothing better than to take her off to our room and make love to her for as long as she would have me. I didn’t care what the local sheriff or what any of their high society pals had to say. What Sylvia and I had was off the map and I wasn’t going to blow it, not this time. No way.

After a while, Naomi stood and stretched her arms up over her head. “This fresh country air is getting to me. I think I’m going to turn in.” She yawned dramatically and slipped off in the direction of the bedrooms. I was watching Mason who was sitting across from me. He looked at his watch and then down at his hand. He seemed to grow fidgety. When he tossed in his poker hand, he stood up.

“All this smoke is getting to me,” he announced, looking disgustedly Kroll and me who always had a smoke in one hand and our cards in the other. “I think I need to go for a walk.”

“That’s just cause you’re a lousy rummy player,” Kroll said with a laugh. Mason was nearly out of pennies.

Mason’s exit effectively broke up our little card game. Sylvia got up from the dining table and sauntered over to me.

“A nice walk on a beautiful clear night sounds kind of nice, don’t you think?” she said, rubbing her little hand over my shoulders.

“Sounds like a nice little hint to me,” Hiram cracked with a wink.

Kroll eyed me and didn’t say a word. I stood up beside Sylvia and slipped my hand around her waist.

“I think a walk tonight would be great,” I said and we excused ourselves.

The mountain air outside was cool and crisp as we stepped out onto the porch. Above us the skies were clear and you could see a million stars. With Sylvia beside me, there were all sorts of romantic ideas creeping into my head, things that don’t normally dawn on a flea-bitten private dick like me.

“It’s beautiful out tonight, don’t you think?” she asked, snuggling up beside me.

“Yeah it is. A little crisp though. You want to go grab a jacket or something?”

“I’m fine,” Sylvia replied.

“But I wouldn’t want to see you freeze those sweet little garbonzas off,” I said glancing down at the sharp points of her nipples emerging through the soft fabric of her sweater.

“I have the feeling that will never happen with you around, Vince,” Sylvia remarked, pressing one of them firmly against my arm and leaning up for a kiss.

“So where do you want to go?” I asked when our kiss finally broke.

“I know of a great place,” she said excitedly. “I think you’ll like it.”

I let her lead the way down the stairs. We followed a path that led around the lodge and up toward the drive bringing us along side the carport. I paused when I heard voices. They were muffled. I could see Kroll’s red Caddy convertible, Best’s Nash jalopy, and Sylvia’s Buick. Behind that was Naomi’s green and beige Cadillac. Even in the dark I could make out the shadows inside. Sylvia looked at me puzzled. We crept up closer until we could see and what a sight it was. Through the steam on the windows there was Naomi, bent over the front seat back, her skirt pushed up over her waist and Mason kneeling behind her, humping furiously.

“Fuck me, Ricky! Fuck me, hard! Oh god yes! Just like that! Yesss!” she was crying out.

I had to stifle a laugh. Somehow Naomi, the Cavanaugh family Ice Princess, didn’t strike me as the type to talk dirty while having sex. Hell, I was having a hard enough time figuring that she would want to have sex in the first place. I was ready to move on, but Sylvia lingered for a few more moments, staring dumbfounded and gape-mouthed at the sight of her former fiancé screwing the shit out of her sister. I finally had to take her hand and lead her safely away. When we were out of earshot of the erstwhile lovers, I began to chuckle.

“What’s so funny? Sylvia asked.

“Just didn’t think Naomi had it in her,” I answered. “Just doesn’t seem like the type.”

“Neither did I,” Sylvia said defensively. “But women have needs too, you know.”

“I know, doll,” I replied, stopping and turning to face her. “And that is just one more thing I like about you.”

Sylvia slipped easily into my arms and we kissed again and again. Finally she broke away and began walking along the drive.

“Where’re you taking me?” I asked, catching up to her.

“A special place,” she said dreamily as we continued down the road. “When I was real little, my grandfather used to keep horses here. After he died, Daddy said we couldn’t afford to keep horses so he got rid of them. I remember crying my eyes out cause I loved to ride. The horses are gone but the barn is still standing. Peter and I used it as a playhouse when we were younger.”

Sylvia took a small path off from the road through a break in the woods. Just ahead in the moonlight loomed the barn situated in a broad meadow. I could make out the railings of the old corral.

“Hmm. Neat,” I grunted as she led me toward the old building. Just inside the door, Sylvia fumbled around.

“Where is it?” she said in a mildly frustrated voice. “Ahh, here we go.”

She struck a flint and a second later the amber glow of a kerosene lantern filled the old barn.

“I used to sneak down here at night with my local boyfriends when I was young,” she said, her face glowing with an impish smile. She went to the ladder and began to climb up into the loft. Being a city boy but no fool, I followed, looking up at the gorgeous sight of her fine little butt swinging back and forth as she climbed above me. Up in the loft Sylvia hung the lantern securely and we tumbled together onto the hay.

“Being from the city and all,” I began. “This is a new one on me.”

“You can’t say you’ve done it all till you’ve had sex in a hay loft,” Sylvia teased, but I could tell by the look in her eyes that she meant ever word.

“So that’s what this is all about,” I said with a mock sternness to my voice. “Take the city boy out of his element and take advantage of him, you crafty little wench.”

“I have the feeling,” Sylvia said climbing on top to straddle me, “That if there’s any advantage taking going on, it won’t be me.”

She reached over to push open the outside door to the loft, letting in the glow of the moon. She looked off into the distance. I reached up and traced my finger down along her profile, from her beautifully shaped forehead, along her pert little nose, then over her full pouty lips and wonderfully sculpted chin. Her face was reflecting the pale blue of the moonlight and catching amber highlights from the lantern. On one level she was like this gorgeous work of art, perfect in every detail. Then she turned to me and guided her mouth toward me for a kiss and proved how much a very live and sexy woman she was.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Sylvia

“Mmmmm,” I said with a sweet smile, licking my lips and smiling at him when we broke to catch our breath. “Ya know, I’m getting pretty spoiled by all your kisses, I might even just have to keep you around after…” Letting my words trail, thoughts of after what? Possibly dead because of the bastard that might be trying to kill me.

“Hey you,” Vince replied, drawing my chin up and looking at me with understanding and confidence, “don’t you go doubting my skills, baby, there’s gonna be lots of tomorrows after this is all over, for both of us.”

“Oh Vince, I hope so, I really do.”

Sitting across him, looking down into his sexy eyes, my own gleaming practically from the inside out, my emotions for this man seemed to be overwhelming me. Then with a sexy grin, I took my index finger, slowly running it down his nose and across his warm lips.

“Speaking of your skills,” I giggled, enjoying the way he gave a little shudder with my finger lightly teasing his neck, right above his shirt collar. “I think I might need a refresher course in those, just to make sure, ya know.”

“Oh really? Any what particular skill did you have in mind?” Vince replied seriously, lifting his hand to my soft fuzzy red sweater, outlining both pert nipples with a gentle finger, making me shiver in delight.

“Hmmmm, that’s a hard question, you have so many very good ones,” I answered him while slipping my cool delicate hands under his shirt and lightly caressed his chest, at the same time pushing his shirt up. “Although…”

Taking the hem of his shirt and with a little help from him, I quickly slipped it over his head and tossed it, accidentally having thrown in on the floor below us. I gently raked my fingers down his broad muscular chest, circling and teasing his nipples.

“Uhmmmm, thought it was my skills we were talking about,” he chuckled softly, obviously enjoying the touch of my fingers against his bare chest.

After caressing my mounds and making my nipples tingle along with beginning drive me wild, he lifted the hem of my sweater off, smiling when my bare chest was exposed for his pleasure.

“Oh we are, we are,” I giggled, even more when his eyes opened wider at the slight jiggle of my tits when I laughed. “But you know what they say, don’t you?”

I bent my face down to his, our lips meeting in another splendid, hot passionate kiss while allowing my naked breasts to rub enticingly against his own bare chest. His fingers played in my hair while my fingers did the same with his, our tongues doing a dance of their own, tangling around each others.

“And just what do they say?”

Before I had a chance say or do anything, Vince had cupped my small wrists in his large hand, holding them behind my back and sucked my bold little areola in his mouth. I let out a saucy little moan, barely able to sit still with him while he licked, sucked and teased the rosy bud to hard perfection, before doing the same with the other.

My firm little tush wiggled anxiously across the seat of his pants while he lavished my breasts with such hot attention that the red thong I had underneath my slacks had to be sopping wet. By doing this, I was also getting a very good rise out of him, already feeling his hardness through his shorts.

“And just what do they say?” Vince asked again, finally letting me go while he licked his lips and he began fumbling with the zipper on my pants.

“They say,” I started to say at the same time scooting back on his thighs, away from his roaming hands and him giving me that sad puppy look, but only briefly. “That before checking out anyone’s skills…” I stopped short with a mischievous smile and scooted back so that I could easily free his zealous manhood from its restraints, again enjoying the look in his eyes as I did so.

On my hands and knees with my tits dangling in front of his eyes, he watched with growing excitement as I slowly stripped him of his shorts and the rest of his apparel. He laid there patiently waiting for me to finish my comment while I stood straddled above his naked body leisurely enjoying how sexy he looked like this. His cock was standing tall, practically begging for something warm and wet, but as much as I wanted to oblige, I wanted our night to be special and last way into the wee hours of the morning, not rushing anything.

“Well? Before checking out…” Vince finally asked when I turned around, this time standing between his legs.

“anyone’s skills,” I continued, hooking my thumbs in my tight slacks, looking over my shoulder at him. I started slowly to slip my pants down to my knees, baring my ass for him having not worn any panties beneath. His hands were immediately cupping my round derriere and softly caressing it, “ that all parties involved need to be naked, otherwise one might miss something very important.” I finished almost whispering and let my pants fall to the ground where I kicked them off, along with my sandals.

“Oh my yes, that definitely would be the best way and speaking of checking out…” his words hung in the air as he managed to hook his arms around my waist and pulled me down. His hands gripped my thighs and while spreading my legs apart, he pulled my sopping wet pussy to his mouth. I felt the warmth of his breath against my hot clit and he added, “I always like to taste everything first.”

“Mmmmm, baby, me too, me too,” I said, letting out a sexy moan when he tongued the cleft between my puffy pink lips. With his juicy thick cock now staring me in the face, I licked my lips and then went down on him, heating me up even more by his loud growl of pleasure when he felt me start sucking him.

 

[Miltone]

Vince Latimer, PI

For a moment, I lay back on the soft musty straw feeling the warmth and wetness of Sylvia’s mouth envelope my throbbing manhood. You could say whatever you want about her past, her drinking, her sleeping around, her spoiled ways, but Sylvia Cavanaugh knew her way around a man’s dick better than even the sexiest French girl I remembered from visiting Paris during the Big One. It wasn’t just her tongue or her lips or the way she worked her hands on my shaft and balls; it was the way her passion came through in spades. She loved this, she loved doing it, and it made my greedy dick stand taller just for her.

“Oh, fuck, Sylvia!” I growled as she bobbed her head up and down on me slowly, thoroughly, sucking me deep into her mouth and then rising up even slower until only the head was in her mouth with her tongue flashing in quick little circles around the tip. I growled as she plunged down on me again, taking me deeper, burying her nose in the musky curls of my pubes. I looked up and saw the glistening split of her sex gleaming in the moonlight just above my face, beautifully fringed with delicate wispy pure blonde curls. The little pink tip of her clitoris was winking at me, begging me for attention. I didn’t want to disappoint.

I grasped her hips and pulled my face up to her sex, opening my mouth and then closing my lips around her tiny little mound, kissing and sucking and flicking my tongue against her hard little bud. I spread her folds apart with my fingers and began to lick her eagerly, from the nub of her clit, along the moist slit of her sex, on up around the tight rosebud of her anus. I kissed and nibbled on the nearby cheeks of her ass, then drove my tongue down and back along the entire length of her slit, digging the tip deep into her slash.

“Oh fuck, Vince!” Sylvia cried out, letting my dick slip from her mouth as she raised her head up and tossed it back. Her warm little hand still pumped my hard shaft as she savored the pleasure of my tongue flicking and licking all over her wet snatch. I growled loudly as I buried my face into her hot little twat, kissing and sucking on her labia, licking and nibbling on her clit.

Then it was my turn to enjoy. After a wild quiver shuddered through her trim little body, she took me into her mouth and sucked me deep, then began bobbing her head up and down fiercely. She sucked me so ardently I thought she might suck my balls right up through my dick. That only spurred me on to eat her with the same kind of heated passion. We were lost for the next few minutes, our hips rocking in concert as we licked and sucked and fucked each other with our faces.

When my dick was nearly ready to explode, I attacked her clit furiously, sucking and nibbling on her hard sensitive little bud while my fingers plunged deep into her cunt, turning and twisting along the way. She slipped her hands from my body and placed them on the floor of the hayloft, bracing herself as she ground her pussy against my face. I could feel her body tense up as I savaged her clit and cunt.

“Oh Jesus, Vince! Fuck!” she screamed loudly. “Vince! Vince! Vince!”

For a second I thought she was going to drown me as her creamy juices cascaded down onto my face, running down my jaw and dripping onto my neck. I could feel her body trembling uncontrollably as I held her hips. Sylvia slowly rose up, sitting on my face, her pussy still quivering.

“Oh my god, Vince! What did you do to me?” she asked, her voice half-filled with pleasure and half-filled with laughter. As she scooted her ass down away from my face, she looked back over her shoulder with a sexy grin. “For a flea-bitten old private eye, you definitely have some impressive skills, Vince Latimer!”

“You’re welcome,” I said, smacking her cute little ass sharply.

“And you have this big, beautiful dick too,” she purred, reaching down to stroke it gently, smearing her saliva and my dribbles of precum over the length of my throbbing shaft. “For all of that, I think you both deserve a great big thank you!”

“Both?” I asked.

“Yeah, both of ya,” she said, straddling my hips and maneuvering her sweet ass over my upstanding dick. “You and your big old buddy here.”

With another sexy little look over her shoulder, Sylvia eased my cock inside her and slowly settled her ass down on me. When she hit bottom, she ground her wet snatch on me, rocking back and forth firmly but gently, as if sizing up the length of my dick. I thrust my hips upward a couple times, but she just sat on me, clenching me with her pussy and grinding her body against mine.

“What’s the hurry, Vince?” she giggled. “We’ve got all night ya know.”

“I know, but we can’t wait for our reward,” I said with an impatient growl.

When she kept up her little tease, rocking her hips a little and grinding her pussy on me, I grabbed her by the hips, raised her up a bit and began to thrust myself up into her. The sight of my dick disappearing into her tight little blonde pussy was incredible. Sylvia didn’t seem to mind as she bounced with every deep push of my body against hers, letting out a sexy giggle.

“Oh god, Vince! I love the way you fuck me! Oh, god yes!” she cried out.

I could see that she was playing with her tits as she bounced up and down on my hips. When she tossed her head back, her short blonde curls flounced up and down on her shoulders and down her back. The sound of her loud moans and sighs vibrating in rhythm to my healthy thrusts echoed throughout the old barn. When my thrusts grew too wild, she bounced completely off my cock and scrambled around to face me. She easily guided my long hard dick back into her hot wet cunt and began to rock again.

Sylvia looked down at me with those terrific blue eyes, flooded with a deep lust that I hoped would drown out the fear that I had seen in them a few times before. She rested her hands on my chest as we settled into a luscious sexual rhythm, our sexes mingling perfectly, our mutual state of arousal escalating beautifully. I ran my hands up her arms to caress her shoulders then her neck. I let them trail down over her chest to fondle her pert little tits. She smiled as I played with them, cupping them, squeezing them together, and strumming my fingers over her sharply erect nipples. She leaned forward and brought them down to my open mouth, letting me kiss and suck and nibble on each of them. Her arms encircled my head as she offered her breasts to me.

“Oh, god Vince! I don’t want this feeling to ever end! I want to go on making love to you forever!”

When she rose up again for just a moment, she looked down into my eyes, her gaze long and deep. Then she bent down and kissed me, our tongues mingling in rhythm with our grinding sexes and our writhing bodies. It was an intoxicating, addictive feeling that filled me. I was falling for this pretty little broad, big time, and I didn’t want to let her go.

“Then let’s not stop until daylight,” I said softly, reeling in the awesome feeling of every inch of me penetrating deep inside her. “Let’s not stop … ever …”

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Sylvia

“Mmmm, forever…yes, I really liiiikie the sound of that…,” I whispered with a low exaggerated, yet sexy overtone.

Starring into his eyes, the reflection of desire matched my own but up until now I hadn’t realized how much emotion lay behind those eyes and how much I had come to feel about Vince Latimer.

My arms went around his neck as I bent down, our lips meeting again with a kiss that could light the fires of heaven. With the feeling of our naked chests pressed against each other, his cock buried deep inside the walls of my pussy and such a heated kiss I felt like I was on cloud nine. And I was beginning to believe he was feeling pretty much the same.

Sitting up, I rested my hands on his shoulders and we resumed our rocking with my tits dangling in front of his eyes. It didn’t take us long before again I was bouncing on him and the sound of my ass slapping him along with our moans of pleasure will soon echoing in the throughout the barn.

It didn’t take Vince long to find out what rolling in the hay way all about, not that he hadn’t a pretty good idea what it was. Just as our lovemaking was heating up to a mind blowing climax, he held me tight rolling several times before stopping with me know flat on my back, him on his knees, his dick still buried inside me.

“Goddamn baby…” Vince swore in the heat of the moment with strands of hay stuck in his hair, his eyes gleaming.

“Oh yes, gawd yes, Vince honey, fuck me, god, fuck me good!” I moaned the minute he held my ankles up over his shoulder and started slamming his meat deep inside me.

“Like this baby,” he growled, beads of sweat forming on his face, “this the way you like it?”

“Yes honey, yes….god yessssss….”

I could feel my entire body building into another major orgasm. I reached between my thighs, rubbing my clit and watching his prick moving in and out of my dripping wet. A layer of sweat now covered both our bodies and the minute my fingers started playing with my encouraged clit, Vince groaned loudly, like a man ready to explode. For a brief, but what felt like a lifetime, our eyes met again, reflecting the others feelings and then at the same to we both gave in, cumming together for what seemed like forever.

He collapsed on top of me and I wrapped my arms around him, both of us barely able to breath let alone move. With the heat of our spent passion dripping from between my, I held on to him like there was no tomorrow, wanting to feel the pleasure we shared to go on and on.

“Baby, you just might kill me we keep this up…” Vince finally said at the same time trying to catch his breath while he slipped off me to lie beside me.

“But I thought you said forever…” I giggled, leaning on my side so I could look at him.

Just seeing him like that, his eyes closed, his hands behind his neck looking relaxed, satisfied and that extra something I had seen in his eyes earlier had my heart skipping beats. I pulled some of the hay from his hair and with one finger I gently brushed the beads of sweat from his forehead and eyebrows, then teasingly across his chin, down his neck and resting against his heart. His cock twitched a bit, but slowly was loosing its enthusiasm, understandably so.

“Just a break babe, just a break,” he sighed, then opened his eyes and soberly looked into mine. “You know, I really never expected this to happen, Sylvia, you do believe me don’t you?”

“You mean you weren’t ever going to fuck me?” I joked, giggling and dropping down my head, letting my hair brush his chest.

Before he could respond, I gave him a soft sweet kiss and then rested my naked body against his, my head resting on his chest feeling the thump of his heart.

“Vince, to be honest, I really didn’t expect to feel like this about anyone ever. And with everything going on, its really scary.” I said with the warmth of my words floating across his abdomen. “I know the drinking prevented lots of that and made me just want to…well…fuck…” I finally let out and felt his entire body just shake with laughter at my comment.

“After all we have been through and now you get shy about the word fuck!”

He brought up his arm, letting it rest on my ass, his fingers lightly teasing my cheeks, while he picked several pieces of hay from my hair.

“Seriously Vince, I really never felt like this about a man before. But maybe I shouldn’t, I’m not really sure how you…”

Vince surprised me by sitting up and pulling me across his lap, his fingers gripping my chin forcing me to look him straight in the eyes. Oh how I felt myself melt, just that look. Did it match my own, did we feel the same and what was it that we felt? Could it really be love?

“You’re right sweetie, it is scary, for me too. It’s been a real long time for me to feel like this…” he replied.

With his fingers playing at the back of my neck, he dropped his hand from my chin and pulled me closer, kissing me deeply, once again igniting that fire between us. I felt his flaccid cock resting between my thighs, the warmth of my pussy practically a magnet drawing it closer, not wanting it too far from reach.

“It helps knowing that you feel it too, but…”

“No more buts darlin,” he interrupted, falling back in the hay pulling me along with him until we were wrapped in each other’s arms again. “Let’s just be scared together and see what happens.” Another long passionate kiss, this times his hands beginning to roam before he surprised me by lightly slapping my ass and adding, “as for the butts, we already have them covered.” He chuckled, slapping lightly again, making us both laugh and hug tighter.

We made love long into the night and I lost count how many times I came. Finally from exhaustion we both drifted off to sleep with my back to his chest and his cock buried deep inside my satisfied pussy. I don’t know how long we dozed, but I woke feeling his fingers softly teasing my breast and his breath warm against my ear.

“You know baby, not that I want to move, but maybe we better think getting some clothes on and getting back to our room.” Vince whispered, his voice just like a caress across my neck.

 

[Miltone]

Vince Latimer, PI

Sylvia stirred slightly as if still swimming in her dreams. Her petite naked body felt so warm and soft curled up inside my arms. I rolled my head over away from her and looked out the door of the hayloft. The kerosene lamp had burned itself out but the moon was lowering in the sky and shining brightly upon us. I turned back to Sylvia and kissed her on the head, sampling the aroma of her natural scent.

“Come on, doll, we should get going before we’re missed.”

“Mmm, Vince,” Sylvia said in a soft sleepy voice. “Can’t we stay here just a little longer?” She gripped my shoulders and tried to burrow deep into my chest.

I didn’t press her and let her snooze a little longer. The fingertips of one hand glided up and down along her back, tracing the ridge of her spine, feeling how it deepened into the crack of her ass, flanked by the smooth firm cheeks. When my fingers reached her snatch and fondled the crusty frosting of our lovemaking that coated her soft short blonde curls, she began to stir. Her slit was warm and moist in the center and the least little tickling move on my part got her to move. She lifted her head from my chest and looked at me with a rosy just been fucked silly look.

“I can’t believe you, Vince,” she whispered. “After screwing me silly all night, you want to …”

“Hey,” I said, cutting her off. “I don’t want anything, doll … not from you.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re like this seven course meal, complete with dessert,” I said, my own thoughts drifting and dreamy. “And I feel so full of you … I can’t imagine wanting anything more.”

“I’m not sure I understand, Vince, that doesn’t sound good …”

“It is, Sylvia. It’s so good. Here I have trampled all over every rule of the code I ever believed for my clients and myself. And yet I feel you inside me … and I like the feeling. I like it so damned much!”

Sylvia kissed me warmly and ran her fingers over my face and slowly, in the bluish glow of the moon, she rose up and we began to get dressed, picking the straw out of our clothes as we went. I sat on the floor of the loft, watching her pull on her slacks and tug her sweater on over her head. It was nearly as sexy a sight as when watching her strip them off last night. She grinned at the nascent hard-on poking up into my shorts.

“I thought you were full, Vince,” she giggled, kneeling down beside me and running her little palm over the bump.

“I am, but my good buddy there obviously hasn’t heard the news.”

“I hope he never finds out,” Sylvia said and gave my dick a little pat and then sat back on her haunches.

I stood and finished dressing while she combed her hair with her fingers, pulling a few bits of straw free from her blonde curls. We climbed down from the loft and left the barn after replacing the lantern near the door. The first vestiges of sunlight were brightening the eastern horizon as we walked through the silent moonlit woods, the only noises coming from our footsteps on the underbrush. Just as we had almost cleared the woods and stepped out onto the gravel drive, I stumbled over a log that lay unexpected in my path and nearly fell flat on my face.

“What the?” I called out, regaining my balance and looking down at the ground.

Sylvia looked down at the same time and screamed. It was no log that I had tripped over, it was a body, a man, lying on his stomach. I squatted down beside the body and rolled him over. In the gathering light of dawn the pale bluish beaten face of Eric Mason, dead eyes bulging open, looked up glassily toward the treetops. Sylvia screamed again and reached for me. I looked around and rose up, wanting to back away so that we didn’t disturb a thing. Two bodies in two days, but at least it wasn’t Sylvia. I grabbed onto her and backed up toward the road.

“Oh my God, Vince! Why would they want to do that to Eric?” Sylvia asked, her voice trembling with terror.

“I think the question is who would want to do it, doll,” I answered. The sound of brush crunching down toward the lake rattled through the woods. I glanced around and saw a tall shadow moving nearby. I shushed Sylvia, grabbed her hand and lead her with me toward the shadow. We hadn’t gone far when I realized it was just a doe grazing her way down toward the lake. The beautiful animal didn’t move, she just raised her head and looked at us before moving slowly in the direction she had been headed all along.

“What are we going to do?” Sylvia asked. She quivered with fear and clung closely to me.

“We’re going to call the sheriff and report what we’ve found,” I replied.

There was a light on in the kitchen when we got back to the lodge. Uncle Hiram was already up starting a pot of coffee.

“Where you two lovebirds been?” he asked cheerfully as he turned on the gas. Then he looked over at us and his eyes widened. “Hell, you two look like you seen a ghost!”

“We have,” I answered. “We found your roommate’s body in the woods just off the drive.”

“My roommate? Oh, you mean the artist feller?”

“The one and the same.” At just the mention of Eric, Sylvia began to sob again. I turned toward her and took her into my arms. She began to sob uncontrollably, her tears soaking through my shirt. “It’s okay, doll. Everything’s gonna be all right. Don’t worry.”

My words did little to help, but my embrace seemed to do more, and soon her tears had run their course. The coffee was ready and Hiram poured her a cup.

“Just the way you like it little Missy,” he said with a smile.

She sat at the table and sipped the hot brew. Hiram handed me a cup as I made the call to the sheriff’s office, who was not a happy man, getting roused from his sleep when his deputy put the call through to his house.

“What the hell is going on out there?” he asked belligerently.

“Hell if I know,” I replied indifferently, although I had some ideas that I preferred to keep to myself. “I’m just making the call.”

“We’ll be right out. Don’t let anybody touch a thing, the body, the ground, the woods, nothing. Got it?”

“Got it.”

“So what did he say?” Sylvia asked after I had hung up the phone.

“He’ll be right out with his deputies and evidence crew,” I reported. I turned to Hiram. “So when did you go to bed?” I asked him.

“Fell sleep at the table actually,” he chuckled. “Moseyed off to bed around two in the morning. Just got up a little bit ago.”

“Did you see Mason at all last night?”

“Not after he left for his walk. Don’t think his bunk was slept in at all.”

“What about the others?” I asked.

“Dunno. Heard Kroll snoring when I went to bed. Haven’t seen Naomi. Saw Miss Heath sleeping on the couch when I got up.”

“What’s going on?” Karen asked as she shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes and brushing back her disheveled dark hair. She was wearing a long pale blue nightshirt that came down just past her hips. The thin satin material did little to hide her voluptuous figure and the cool morning air was raising her nipples to pert attention.

“We found Eric Mason in the woods a few minutes ago,” I said. Karen looked puzzled more than anything.

“He was dead,” Sylvia said sadly.

“Really? Who shot him?” she asked.

I looked at the others and then shrugged. “Let’s leave that to the sheriff to find out.”

By the time the sheriff arrived, Naomi and Kroll were up and Hiram was cooking breakfast. For obvious reasons, Naomi was the most upset of this whole group; she stood by herself sobbing wildly until Sylvia went over to her and the sisters embraced. Kroll seemed his gruff early morning self, grumbling and grousing.

“That’s all we need around here. Another body to explain to the sheriff!”

After they arrived, the sheriff’s men swept through the woods, from the lodge to the barn and from the lake on up the side of the mountain. The sheriff then took his time questioning each of us separately. Since I had found the body, I was the first in line. He eyed me even more suspiciously than he had the day before as we stood alone outside on the porch.

“You know I don’t like you, Latimer,” he said as he stood right up in my face. “You’re a fish out of water up here, you and your slick city ways. This is my territory and you’re gonna have to give me the answers I want to hear.”

“What d’ya want? A confession?”

“Oh, that would be too easy, wouldn’t it, Latimer? You city boys think that if you just act tough and smart alecky, and tight lipped, you can get away with anything. But this isn’t your neighborhood, it’s mine.”

“You’ve made that clear, Sheriff,” I replied. I leaned back confidently on the railing. He had nothing on me.

“So what were you and Miss Cavanaugh doing out in the woods at six a.m.?”

“We were returning to the lodge from the old horse barn.”

“Why the horse barn?”

“We had taken a walk last night, ended up there, fell asleep.”

“I was down there. Looks like you two had quite a party.”

I just glared at him. To him it must have looked more like a sneer.

“The thought of you with Miss Cavanaugh,” the Sheriff began, but his words trailed off. “This was a nice happy family till you came along, Latimer. Now I’ve got two bodies on my hands.”

“And you think I had something to do with it? What’s my motive? I had no beef with Mason, nor with Nielson for that matter. You got nothing on me.”

“Yet, nothing yet,” the Sheriff said. “I know you’re carrying a piece. I’m gonna need you to show it to me.”

I stuffed my hand in my pocket, pulled out my .38 and handed it over. The Sheriff handled it expertly, holding it carefully so as to not mess with the fingerprints on the handle or trigger while he checked the chamber and barrel.

“You always carry this?”

“When I’m on a case, yeah.”

The Sheriff shrugged. “Looks clean, but I’m gonna have to keep it while we run some tests.”

“Whatever you need, Sheriff,” I said with a wave of my hands. He must have seen my gesture as sarcastic. He slipped my .38 into his jacket pocket and pointed his finger at my nose. I felt naked without my weapon.

“I don’t like you, Latimer. You don’t belong here with a classy little broad like Sylvia. Any more bodies fall and you’re gonna jump to the top of the list. Now be a good little gumshoe and tell Miss Cavanaugh that I want to speak to her.”

I got Sylvia for him and lingered for a moment on the porch while the Sheriff helped make her comfortable. Then he eyed me.

“Make yourself scarce, Latimer,” he snarled at me. “I need to talk with Miss Cavanaugh alone.”

I smiled at Sylvia who smiled back bravely. Then I shrugged and walked down the long stairway toward the drive. I need a smoke real bad and had run out. I always kept a spare pack in the Hudson, so I walked down the drive and retrieved it. Leaning against the front fender, I took a healthy drag and held it in. I had to think. There was something very strange going on and I need to think things through. Who had it in for Nielson? And for Mason? Between them they didn’t have any dough or even the keys to the safe. Far as I could tell, they weren’t in line for anything more than a modest stipend eventually if at all. Unless they knew something, something special, something worth killing them over. But what was it and who didn’t want them to know it?

Then I heard footsteps echoing down the drive and looked up to see Karen Heath coming along in something of a hurry. She had changed into crisp pink blouse and a pair of snug Capri pants. Her long jet-black hair was flowing fully down past her shoulders.

“So to what do I owe the honor?” I said as she slowed.

“No honor,” she said. “It’s just a nice morning for a walk and I wanted some fresh air to help clear my mind before talking to the Sheriff.”

“Sure, darling, whatever you say,” I said, before taking another long drag on my Camel straight.

“What d’you tell him?”

“Aren’t you the most curious little kitty?”

“All I know is what the others were talking about back at the lodge. How could something like this happen?”

“Hmm, just what is at the top of my mind, and I’m sure the Sheriff’s too,” I said watching Karen closely. She arched her back and thrust out her large fully rounded breasts, which strained tantalizingly at the pink linen fabric of her blouse. She stuck her hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants.

“I’m curious too,” she said slowly. “You seem to know a lot, Vince … I can call you Vince can’t I?”

“Call me whatever you want.”

She grinned broadly.

“I mean, Vince, you always seem so cool, like you know what’s going on.”

“Hey, kitten, I don’t know anything more than the authorities.”

“But you know about me and Jack.”

“And I haven’t told a soul.”

“But up at the house, Sylvia made a little comment about us, like she knew. You must have told her something.”

“Honey, I didn’t tell her a thing. It was just that she and I were taking a little walk yesterday afternoon, crossing over the ledge by the cove, and we just happened to witness which port Jack Kroll likes to dock his craft.”

Her hand flew up to cover her mouth. “You saw us?”

“Oh, yeah. We saw everything and heard a few things too. Quite an entertaining show, almost inspiring too, you might say.”

I had to give this broad credit. She didn’t shrink. She simply held her head up high and defiant.

“Jack and I are in love. We have been for a while. I know it would kill Naomi if she found out, since she’s been so good to me, especially ever since Peter died.”

“So what does a good girl like you do then? Fall in love with a married man who doesn’t have a cent of his own? If I was you, I’d be careful with what I’d say around the Sheriff.”

“You haven’t told the Sheriff about us, Jack and I?”

“It’s none of my business, honey.”

“But if he asks you, what will you tell him?”

“Depends,” I answered, taking one last drag of my Camel before crushing it out on the gravel.

“Depends on what?” she asked suggestively. Oh, this girl was good. She knew what she had going for her. She was just smart enough and better looking than she was smart.

“Depends on what you can do for me.”

“Oh, I can do a lot for you, Mr. Latimer … Vince,” she cooed. Karen took another step toward me putting her easily within arm’s reach. She reached out with her hand and ran it up over my chest. “Mmm, Sylvia is a lucky girl to have you all to herself.”

“What about your love for Jack Kroll?” I asked, letting her hand wander over my chest, tracing over my muscles.

“Jack isn’t here right now, is he?”

“But don’t forget about Sylvia,” I said as Karen leaned in toward me, bringing her face within a breath of mine. I felt the full swell of her breasts begin to press against my chest.

“But she isn’t here either, is she?” Karen whispered, her lips coming dangerously close to mine. “And you don’t seem to me like the kind of man who lets a good opportunity go to waste.”

“Only one thing wrong with that,” I said softly as Karen brushed her lips against mine. She reached for my hands at my sides and raised them up to her big beautiful breasts.

“Nothing wrong with these, is there, Vince?” she asked seductively, guiding my hands over the fullness of her tits.

“Absolutely not,” I replied, fingering her thick erect nipples through the linen of her blouse. “But there is something wrong, Karen.”

“What could possibly be wrong?” she asked in this light whispering little girl voice as she opened her blouse and drew my hands to her spectacular naked breasts. She kissed me again, firmer and harder and wetter, her tongue darting past my lips to dance with my tongue.

I cupped her tits, pinching and rolling her thick brown nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, hearing her moan and feeling her suck at my tongue, trying to draw it into her mouth, while she began to grind her hips against me.

“Just that this is wrong,” I said, my voice suddenly sharp. “I’m not interested in you in the slightest.” I pushed Karen away from me and she staggered back, her large breasts swaying pendulously in the opening of her blouse.

“But, Vince, I thought that you … that we … that somehow …”

“Forget it, sister,” I said standing tall, shoulders back, stomach in, hips set. “With the exception of that outstanding rack of yours, you’re not half the woman, Sylvia is. Size isn’t everything.”

“But Vince, please, I need your help,” Karen pleaded, reaching out to take hold of my hand in an attempt to pull me closer. “Won’t you help me? Please?”

“In my business, I’ve found it a good practice to only help one damsel in distress at a time.”

“But maybe … maybe we can make a deal.” She tried to crawl up against my body, rubbing her tits against my body, clutching at my hand, at my arm, clinging to me.

“A deal? What sort of deal? Just what do you know?”

“I … I … I don’t know anything,” she said softly. “I … I just need someone … I need you to make love to me.”

“What about Jack? I thought you just said that you’re in love with him.”

“I did … I am,” she said and them pressed herself closer to me. “But Jack is … is weak. I need a strong man, a handsome man, like you to make love to me.”

Karen Heath stood before me, her blouse open, her great pair of tits swaying appealingly in the breeze, her smooth ivory complexion showing a slight trace of gooseflesh. But when I looked up at her dark eyes, there wasn’t an ounce of fright or passion, just the steely look of someone who knows too much and would be willing to do anything to save her pretty hide, even if it meant playing me for a chump. Did she really think she could flash her gorgeous tits in my face, maybe even suck and fuck me within an inch of my life, and I would just fall into her trap? I didn’t know what her plan was exactly, but I didn’t want any part of it.

“You aren’t going to tell me anything, are you? There’s no deal, cause you haven’t got anything to deal with,” I said. “You must think I’m some kind of fool. Too bad, honey, cause I ain’t.” With a huff, Karen pulled her blouse closed, and crossed her arms over her chest. I pulled out a Camel and lit it with my trusty old Zippo. “Sorry, honey, but I think you’ve just struck out with the bases loaded.”

I turned and walked up the drive toward the lodge, leaving Karen to stew in her own juices. What did she know? Did she know something more about the Nielson and Mason deaths than she was letting on? When I got up to the lodge, the Sheriff was still outside talking now with Naomi.

“Where’s Sylvia?” I asked Hiram inside.

“She was pretty upset after she talked to the Sheriff, so Jack invited her to go for a walk down by the lake,” Hiram replied.

I couldn’t blame her for wanting to get a clear head about things. Poor kid, to have all of this crap fall into her lap when her 21st birthday is just a few days away. I would have to find a way to make it up to her. Then, for some reason, the thought struck me that it was practically the first time we had been separated since I had arrived here. I felt a lead slug form in my gut. Something wasn’t right. Karen making a play for me, Jack inviting her for a walk. Those two were up to something.

“Thanks, Hiram,” I said hastily and darted out the door and down the stairs, blowing right by Karen Heath on the way. I hotfooted it down toward the boathouse.