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Marlowe
By Waldo (mellin6695@aol.com)
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Chapter 2 - Digging for information (cont)
Turning to look at me, she half-raised the side of her body slightly
off of the chair so that the mashed inner-tube looking breast
quickly expanded back into a more normal half-grapefruit shape. I
saw just a momentary glimpse of dark flesh that I knew had to be
the nipple's aureole "That was correct. But most of that money was
spent on me. He liked buying expensive designer clothes and
matching jewelry for me and seeing me dressed in his new
purchases. I know that he bought me at least a couple hundred
thousand dollars of new clothes in the six months before he left
me. Would you mind putting some lotion on my derriere while
your hands are already covered with lotion?"
Richard tried to answer for me. IS THE POPE CATHOLIC? IS THE
WATER WET? DO I WANT TO RUB MY HANDS OVER HER
BEAUTIFUL ASS?
Taking one knee-step to the side so that I was centered over her
tanned mounds of cellulite-free derriere, I felt the drops of sweat on
my forehead increasing so that one lone drop trickled down my
nose, hung for a second, then fell onto that perfect ass where it
was instantly blended with the light coating of perspiration coating
her body. As I poured the creamy white liquid thickly onto my
hands again, I stared at her slightly spread legs and was able to
visually confirm that anyone eating her pussy would never get
hairs in their mouth. Yeah, she had the cutest waxed pussy that
I've ever seen.
From the corner of my vision, I sensed that her head was turned so
that she was looking at me. Glancing back at her and trying to
wipe the smile from my face, I tried to act as if it was normal for
me to slap thick copious handfuls of creamy lotion on every one of
my employer's asses. So talking business to her while Richard was
screaming STICK YOUR FINGER DEEP INSIDE HER, I told her
about my suspicions. "I think that your husband has changed his
name and is going by another name now as well using as a
different social security number. The only way that a person
disappears so completely is if they are dead or using other
identification."
Turning her head so that her chin was resting on her crossed
palms and she was staring straight ahead, she spread her legs a
little more as if she was silently telling me to "put lotion on
anything that you can see". Her voice purred as she thought about
my assumption. "I also suspected that Greg was going by another
name. But that was only after I thought about his cross-dressing
and his desire to transform himself into a woman. Once when I
threatened to leave him unless he told me everything about his
'other life', he told me that he had a net name of Monica Taborski.
Yeah, he told me he had established some e-mail accounts listed in
that name. Sorry that I didn't include that in my text file of facts
about him but I had blotted that discussion out of my mind until
just now. Please put plenty of lotion on me and don't let any sense
of false modesty stop you from making sure that I'm heavily coated
with lotion. I don't want to get burnt and some parts of my body
are more sensitive than others."
Richard was screaming that he knew which body parts were the
most sensitive. Because of Richard's thoughts filling my brain with
his rambling, I vaguely remember her saying the name "Monica
Taborski". Richard was screaming so loudly that I couldn't hear
anything but the pounding in my temples as I stared at the
puckered shaved lips between her legs. How can anything that
ugly be so damn pretty?
Just looking at her wonderful shaved pussy, I knew that Richard
was going to get a heavy workout as soon as I got somewhere
private. Taking her words at heart that she wanted lotion
everywhere, I tested the waters by gently spreading her ass cheeks
with one hand while pushing a thick coating of lotion down her
crack. I fought the urge to slip my slick finger down into her tight
anal crack to see how far I could push her explicit guidance.
Trying to pretend that my mind was on business, I heard my voice
crack as if I was a teenage boy going through puberty. "Monica
Taborski? I'll also look for that name or variations of that name. I
noticed in that report that he has no next of kin except for you
because of the marriage. I see that you were married in one of
those walk-in chapels in Las Vegas. I would have guessed that you
would have been married in a big church wedding."
"Ummm, that feels so good. Be a dear and put it on thick there.
That part of my body always feels so dry because the toilet paper
removes the natural oils needed to prevent skin rash. Yes, it was a
walk-in chapel. We both thought that I was pregnant and we
wanted to have the license before any baby came along. It was a
miscarriage. Neither of us have any families so it was a wedding
just for our benefit and the law."
Being asked to repeatedly thrust a slick finger up and down a
beautiful woman's crack was the best gift that I ever received in my
life. Even better than when Dad bought me my first used car when
I turned sixteen. Spreading her cheeks so that I could make sure
that I was doing it right, I made sure that I rubbed a copious
amount of thick liquid the whole length of her beautiful crack. She
certainly wasn't going to have to worry about skin rash while I'm in
her employ.
"Ummmmm, your finger feels so good. Ummmm, you know that
feels so erotic that I think that I've just discovered a new turn-on. I
think that when I select a new lover, that I'm going to ask him to
rub plenty of lotion on my ass as part of our foreplay. Ummmm I
could let you do that all day but I know that you are a busy man.
What else have you discovered?"
I knew that she was talking about my investigation into her
missing husband. But Richard was screaming that he had lots of
things to tell her that I had discovered. I was enjoying this as much
as she was enjoying it. And when she told me that she wanted her
next lover to do this to her, I though that a very intensive
throbbing Richard was going to rip through two layers of cloth.
Accepting her suggestion that I should let my hands move on to
other parts of her body, I reluctantly eased my finger out of her
crack and watched it close up like a Venus flytrap. "Well, I've been
trying to determine how he's living. Normally when a rich person
plans to walk off and start a new life, they transfer money to other
accounts so that they can continue to live a decent life. Looking at
the history of your bank accounts, I see a lot of expenditures but
all of the money transfers appear to be legitimate expenses. How is
he living without working?"
Giggling as if something just struck her as being funny, she
laughed a husky laugh that reminded me of an old high school
girlfriend. I had just claimed her virginity and we were still in the
back seat of my old car when she laughed a husky laugh as if
something was very funny but that she wouldn't share with me as
if I didn't understand. Tanya's laugh had that same mysterious
sexy quality to it. "Working? A pretty woman like me never has to
work hard except to do what it takes to look good for her man. If
Greg found himself a rich daddy who liked skinny cross-dressing
men, Greg would never have to work either. Don't forget to put
some lotion on my tant."
For a beautiful woman, she was also very smart. I hadn't
considered that the reason that I wasn't finding any traces of Greg
was because someone else was supporting him. Men are supposed
to support themselves and I hadn't really considered that potential
yet. After all, having an in-depth knowledge of cross-dressing
men's habits isn't one of my strong points, thank god. Analyzing
her words, I suddenly realized that I didn't know what she meant
by "tant".
"Pardon? 'Tant?' I'm not familiar with that term."
"Why Detective Marlowe. I thought that you were a street-wise ex-
cop. Tant is the narrow area between my two body cavities. It
'tant' pussy and it 'tant' ass."
My hand was shaking as I poured the lotion onto my hand. I knew
that I couldn't control my fingertips if I got that close to her shaved
pussy. I knew. I knew. I knew.
Then I did it. I placed a heavily coated finger on her Tant. She
moaned a low throaty growl as if she was a tiger purring for me. I
started to say something suggestive such as "my nose makes a
good lotion spreader" but then I remembered that my dear old dad
once told me that when things are going great to remember to keep
my mouth shut. Right now things were the best that I had ever
experienced in my raggedy old life.
Her lower body was absolutely devoid of hair, which I assumed
that meant frequent trips to a salon specializing in that function. I
knew that she waxed instead of shaving because there wasn't any
stubble and instantly made a mental note to consider that as a
second career if I couldn't make a go out of this detective business.
And that 'tant' was just as soft as a baby's skin.
"Detective Marlowe, what do you plan to do next?"
Richard almost caused me to answer FUCK YOU but I shook my
head to shake some common sense back into my brain. "I suppose
that I need to start concentrating on trying to find people that he
might have been communicating with at that time to see if they
worked out an arrangement. He had to have someplace to go and
something to do. You stated in some of the notes that you gave me
that life was good between the two of you and that you hadn't had
any disagreements prior to his disappearance. He had to have
some reason for leaving on that date and some place to go where
he could disappear without a trace."
I was rubbing my fingertip coated with lotion against her 'tant' and
trying to get the courage to let my finger accidentally slip down one
inch so that I was coating those two lips that I so desperately
wanted to kiss. Then she surprised me. With one deft movement,
she raised her hips so that her pussy came up to rub against my
coated finger.
I don't know which one of us groaned first. Me, her or Richard? I
know that I groaned very loudly and that my self-serving finger
unexpectedly started taking orders from Richard. My slick finger
easily spread her vaginal lips and eased into that wonderfully
warm and slightly wet body cavity that I had spent the last two
days drooling about. Shit, I knew that I was going to be fired for
crossing over the delicate employer/employee boundary but as
long as I had already royally screwed up, I was going for the
maximum thrill.
As my finger plunged into her for the full depth of my finger length,
I heard her grunt "yes, baby. I need that."
HELL, SHE NEEDED IT. WHAT ABOUT ME AND RICHARD? WE
NEED IT TOO.
I'm all man. I'm a red-blooded man. And every drop of my blood
was currently trapped in an enormous hard erection between my
legs or pounding in my temples. I knew that I was a very likely
candidate for a stroke unless I found someway to relieve that
pressure. With my finger twisting around deep within her body, I
found my other hand pushing her spread legs even further apart
and my face trying to cram into that tight area where her luscious
'tant' was hidden from the world. Just as my nose got to within two
inches of being shoved between the most perfect two lips in the
world, I felt her pulling away from me.
My nose followed her as she pulled herself across the chair and
away from me as she moved away from me. When she moved
rapidly and twisted her hips so that my finger plopped out of her
thickly wet body cavity, I knew it was over. I was going to be fired
for fingering the boss. I had given some of my other bosses the
finger before but never like this.
Twisting and spinning as she came off of the cabana chair, she
rose to her full height and stood in front of me. Her gleaming
green eyes were brightly smiling as if she was greatly enjoying
herself. Her magnificent tear-dropped shaped boobs were heaving
as if she was in the initial throes of an orgasm. Bending over and
grabbing my tie as if it was handle to control my body, she used
my tie to pull me to my feet and close to her. Holding my face
about a foot from my face, she groaned in a throaty husky voice
that burned a searing pain in my groin. "Baby, we're moving too
fast. Way too fast to be good for either of us. But I promise you
that if you find Greg for me, I'll give you a night that you'll never
forget."
My hands went around her hips and I started to pull her naked
body next to my body and to let my mouth convince her not to wait
but she dropped my tie and used her finger against my lips to
convince me that it had gone as far as it was going to go at that
moment. I remembered what my daddy had told me once "a
woman will only give it to you when she's ready and anything
before then is rape."
Standing next to her, I found it difficult to look down at her
completely exposed boobs. Instead I was looking into her eyes,
trying to see who she was and where I fit into her life. When she
whispered so that it was a pouty whisper dismissing me, I could
tell by the way that she was moving her lips that she liked oral sex
also. "I have to go take a bath and get ready to meet with some
friends. You have to go back down to the city and back to work
trying to find my missing husband. Be a good boy and leave the
same way that you came in here."
Turning around, she walked away from me. I felt like doing a
double-back flip twenty feet into the air followed by a swan dive
into the nearby pool to cool off but my feet were frozen to the
concrete. I watched her walk into her house and shut the door
without even looking back at me.
With her out of sight, I began to think again. Hell, I began to
breath again. My feet felt leaden as I walked out of that patio. I
knew that my feet would fly if I was to turn and head back toward
that closed door but going toward my car, they felt like they were
encased in cement.
Easing into my driver's seat, I did two things that I absolutely had
to wait to do until I was within the privacy of my car. The first was
that I held the fingertip that had explored my boss's body under
my nose and I enjoyed the scent of the heady aroma still remaining
on my coated finger. I was never going to wash that finger again.
The second was that I used my other hand to grasp Richard
through my trousers and made him a promise that I intended to
honor as soon as I was home. "Later!"
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