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The Loveable Ladies of Libido Lane
(C) by Erotin Thraller
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Chapter 08 - Barely Room

She should have known better.  Jack saw what was about to happen, 
but there was no time to warn her.  What's wrong with young 
people? he wondered.  Don't they have any sense of danger?  Or 
are they just plain dumb?

Sandra certainly didn't look dumb.  At least not when she moved 
in.  Now when she was naked.  Actually, she was really 
attractive, in many ways quite beautiful.  As for common sense, 
Well,  Jack thought, she should have known better.  

It was not the first time it had happened in his kitchen.  He had 
seen Marlene do it.  And Tiffany too.  With Marlene it was French 
toast.  Tiffany did it with potatoes.  Now it was Sandra standing 
there at the stove.  The skillet was hot.  The breaded chicken 
breast in her hand, ready to drop it into the hot grease.

"Watch out!" Jack cried out, desperate to protect her.  Too late!  
She screamed.  The hot grease splattered on to her bare breasts.

This time, he knew what to do.  Hurrying as fast as his old legs 
would move, he rushed her into the shower.    She screamed again 
when the cold water hit her naked skin, but he held her upright, 
so the spray of cold water ran freely over her burned breasts, 
drawing out the heat until the pain finally began to ease.

"I should have listened to you," she admitted in a rare 
expression of humility.

"Well," Jack smiled, "saying 'I told you so' right now is not 
really fair."

"Thank you for not saying it," she smiled back, even though the 
cold water continued to spray down over her naked body.  Her 
nipples were quite shriveled from the cold, but her breasts were 
still magnificent, even after being abused by the hot grease.  
Red spots were already forming on her pale skin. 

"I hope those won't leave a scar," Jack said sympathetically.

She rubbed gently at the spots.  "Next time I promise to wear an 
apron.  Like you said."

"Next time?" he asked.  "Will there be a next time?"

"Why not?" she smiled, as she turned off the shower and began to 
towel herself dry.  "You don't think I'll let a little grease 
drive me away from the good deal I have here, do you?"

"I'm glad you feel that way, Sandra.  I would really hate to lose 
you."  He took her towel and dried her back, then patted her 
round little bottom.  "You add a lot of beauty to my home.  To my 
life," he assured her.

"If you're done playing with my butt, I'd better go check on the 
chicken," she laughed.  "And, yes, I'll put on my apron."

She left while Jack hung up the towel.  A few minutes later when 
he joined her in the kitchen she was once more at the stove, this 
time wearing the big white cobbler's apron he had purchased for 
her to wear while cooking.  Other than that, she was completely 
naked.  

At least Sandra's willing to learn, Jack thought.  I wish it had 
been that way with Tiffany.  And Marlene.

While the chicken was cooking, Jack retreated to the living room 
and pondered how Sandra had come to  live with him.  Here he was, 
73 years old.  Retired.  Single.  His wife had died a couple of 
years before.  

He had lived in this house for many years, but so much had 
changed when all the new houses went in.  Most of the new 
residents appeared to be young folks, but he hadn't been able to 
get acquainted with any of them.  So what was he to do?  With his 
wife gone, he searched for a hobby and decided he was now free to 
devote time to his passion for photography, especially nudes.  

That was something his wife never allowed.  Not that his marriage 
had been unhappy.  They had a good marriage, but his wife was 
very private with her body, never willing to exhibit it.  To her, 
all nudity was abhorrent.  Almost obscene.  She wouldn't even 
make love with the lights on.  On the other hand, Jack dearly 
loved looking at naked women.  He considered the body of a 
beautiful woman to be a work of art.  A little sex now and then 
was fine, but mostly he liked to look.  His wife never did 
understand, nor did she approve of his interest.  Even so, she 
had a great body, and Jack loved seeing it.  In fact, he wished 
he could have seen it more often.  And had opportunity to 
photograph it.  When he tried to explain that to her, she was 
either unable or unwilling to comprehend what there was about her 
that could possibly interest him.  Frustrated, Jack truly 
believed his wife would have made a good nun.  Or perhaps there 
had been some mix-up in her birthing process, like she was 
supposed to have been born in Saudi Arabia, where she could hide 
her body beneath a burka.  

He had an honest desire to enjoy her body, but she avoided his 
camera even when fully dressed.  There was no way she would 
consider posing.  Especially nude.  

Through the years, he tried to compensate.  A few times, when he 
was younger, he went to see strip shows in the downtown theaters, 
but watching women parade around in weird costumes didn't do much 
for him.  They made a big deal out of undressing, but watching 
women take off those stage costumes seemed so unnatural that it 
did little to satisfy his fantasy.  Nor did he have any desire to 
photograph them.

Later, after he invested in a decent camera, he found a skinny 
clerk in an adult book store who, for a few dollars, would take 
him into a dingy back room, strip down and pose naked.  He shot 
several rolls of film photographing her.  The pictures were 
nothing to brag about, but the experience taught him quite a 
great deal about nude photography.  Actually, the pictures he 
took appeared far better than the model, for she was really not 
much to look at ...with or without clothes.  But he learned how to 
pose her and how to adjust the camera to capture interesting 
images.  It was a real turn-on, but an experience not repeated.  
Even so, through those few hours with the girl, however, he 
learned he really did enjoy photographing naked women.  

For the sake of his marriage, all those years his wife was alive, 
he controlled his desires ...and himself.  And in spite of their 
differences, they grew old.  Together.  Until his wife died.  He 
missed her terribly.  He still did.  Being alone, however, had 
become old very fast.  Another marriage did not appeal to him.  
And a high-maintenance romantic relationship was far too 
complicated for someone his age.  

That's when it dawned on him that he was free to do anything he 
wanted.  And what had he always wanted?  To look at naked women.  
Why not?  Perhaps people may call me a dirty old man, he thought, 
but so what?  

Jack had taken stock of his assets.  He was not rich, but he had 
a comfortable income.  With adequate savings.  His home on Libido 
Lane featured an attached apartment.  Well, it was almost an 
apartment, since it lacked a kitchen.  Why not rent the room?  
Perhaps, he thought, I could rent to an attractive lady who would 
have fewer inhibitions than my wife.  A lady willing to pose for 
my camera.  That idea, however, sounded much too commercial.  
Then he recalled reading somewhere that it is illegal to solicit 
sex in lieu of rent.  And most girls, as well as the courts, he 
assumed, would consider nude photography the same as sex.  
Besides, there were sure to be complicated legalities involved in 
a lease.  He really did not need the money.  So, he thought, why 
not be right up front with my desires?  Why not just to go 
directly after what I desire?  That's when he had decided to 
advertise for a model.  A nude model.  In lieu of modeling fees, 
he would offer her a place to live.

A couple alternative newspapers in the area carried his ad.  
Wanted:  Female to model nude for amateur photographer.  Possible 
free live-in arrangements.  Phone....

Immediately the phone began to ring.  The answering machine 
recorded their calls.  The first half-dozen or so were interested 
in free rent but sounded suspiciously vague about nudity.  He had 
already been that route with his wife, so he didn't even return 
their calls.  What he wanted was a woman who was comfortable with 
being naked and not shy about having her picture taken.  

Eventually, Marlene called.  It was the third morning the ad had 
run.  He had been expecting a call from his doctor, so he 
answered the phone without waiting for the machine to pick up.

"You're looking for a nude model?" a soft voice asked.

"That's why I placed the ad," Jack assured her.

"How often would I have to pose," she asked, "to qualify for free 
place to live?"

"Are you comfortable with posing nude?" he asked.

"No big deal, as long as it's not out in public."

"What would you think," he asked, "of three evenings a week, plus 
all day Sunday."

"Posing all that time?"  She sounded suddenly negative.

"No, during the evenings and on Sunday, I would ask you simply to 
go naked here in the house."  He paused so she could reject the 
idea, if she objected.

"Go on," she said softly.

"There would be very little formal posing involved.  I would 
simply like to photograph you in your natural setting.  Now and 
then I might ask you to smile."

"That's all?" she asked.  Her voice sounded relieved, as if she 
had expected more.  "You're telling me I can get a free place to 
live, if I will go naked three or four days a week and not 
complain when you take my picture.  Right?"

"That's right."

"Where would I live?  With you?"

"You would have your own apartment, but you would share my 
kitchen."

"And we would eat together?"

"You would do the cooking."

"Naked?"

"Correct."

"Can I see the apartment?"

Unwilling to give out his address too quickly, he made 
arrangements to meet her at noon in a neighborhood deli.  Perhaps 
he was overly anxious, but she seemed too good to be true.  Even 
so, he ordered coffee and selected a table against the wall.  His 
coffee was half gone when she arrived.  She was wearing blue 
jeans and a long pink tank top, which gave a promise of adequate 
breasts, though they were squeezed by the woven material.  Not 
bad, he thought, as she approached.  He motioned for her to sit.

"I know a gentleman is supposed to rise when the lady arrives, 
but my knees don't cooperate all the time."

"Please don't apologize."  She hesitated, giving Jack a shy 
smile, obviously sizing him up to see if she thought he was safe.  
Then she sat, at first somewhat awkwardly, but as they talked she 
began to relax.  "My name is Marlene," she began, "like I told 
you on the phone.  As you can see, I have brown hair and a nice 
figure.  I'm proud of my body, and I'm willing to show it, but I 
need to know right up front what you plan to do with the 
pictures."

"Any pictures I take are purely for my own enjoyment." he assured 
her.  "Mostly the fun of taking the pictures."

"You don't sell them?" she asked.  "Or post them on the 
internet?"

"Not at all.  Never.  In fact, I won't even ask you to sign a 
model release.  That way you will know I'll not being trying to 
make money off your pictures."

"Sounds good to me," she smiled.  "When can I see the apartment?"

"That's the second time you've asked that question," Jack 
reminded her.  "Perhaps I should ask to see what you will can 
provide in exchange for rent."

"No problem."  She grinned mischievously, "Only not here.  
Perhaps we can satisfy each other's curiosity at the same time."

With that, they agreed they had talked enough, and it was time to 
get down to business.  She followed in her car as he drove back 
to his home on Libido Lane.  Inside, she was immediately 
attracted to the kitchen.  "You say this where I would cook?    
Like there's no kitchen in the apartment?"

He told her that was true.

"And I would be cooking while naked?" she asked.

He nodded.

"Then I presume you would like to see how I look," she smiled.  
"I mean, without my clothes."

"That would be nice," Jack told her.  "But don't you first want 
to see the apartment."

"Oh, let's get this out of the way right now," she smiled.  Then 
she added, "Most men seem to be first of all interested in my 
boobs.  So I'll show them to you first."  With that, she tugged 
her tank top down, exposing a magnificent a pair of breasts.  
"Well?" she asked, obviously proud of her mammary endowments.

Jack couldn't help but exclaim, "Marvelous!"  His wife would 
never have so blatantly exhibited herself as this girl was doing.

But Marlene was not done.  Without hesitation, she slipped a hand 
inside her jeans, and a moment later they were on the floor.  
With her top pulled down, her breasts were exposed.  Her only 
other garment was a pair of red thongs.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked.  "I mean, while you're exposed 
like that?"

"No problem," she laughed.  "In fact, most of the time I feel a 
lot more free when I'm not wearing any clothes."

"You're teasing, of course."

"Does this look like I'm teasing?" she asked as she peeled her 
top over her head, then wiggled out of her thong.  Quickly 
kicking her free of the clothing she had dropped, she hopped 
backward up onto the counter, raised her legs and spread them 
wide.  

Jack was stunned and completely enamored by this girl who would 
so casually expose her private parts for his inspection.  Marlene 
exceeded all his expectations.  The thought of having this naked 
beauty in his home day after day sent chills up and down his 
spine.

"Well," she said, "I thought you would like to see all of my 
equipment."  She tipped her head to oneside, then added, "You can 
photograph any part of me that you desire.  Just as long as I get 
free rent."

So, Jack remembered, that's how it began.  They had a great 
relationship, and Jack was happy that his new life style was off 
to a great new start.  

True to her word, Marlene seldom wore any clothes in the house.  
Oh, she was dressed nicely when she went to work, but almost as 
soon as she came in the door she began shedding everything.  Jack 
had requested she be naked three evenings a week, but Marlene 
made it seven.  Plus, since she did most of the cooking, he 
bought her an apron to wear in the kitchen.  He called it 
protection, but she called it a bother and refused to wear it.

Then came the episode with the French toast.  It was Sunday 
morning.  She was fixing breakfast.  Perhaps she allowed the 
bread to soak in the batter too long, or maybe she let the grease 
get too hot.  Maybe both.  When she dropped the first slice of 
bread into the skillet, the hot grease splattered.  She screamed.  
What she said was not at all nice.  Or lady-like.  By evening she 
had gathered her belongings and moved out.  Jack frowned, 
remembering that had never seen her after that.  

He really missed her.  On the other hand, he had a nice 
collection of photographs to remember her ...an entire directory on 
his computer filled with her naked images.  

With her gone, Jack went back to placing ads in the newspapers.

Once again, the phone began to ring.  Jack was completely 
surprised at how many women were willing to trade their modesty 
for a place to live.  This time, just for the fun of it, he 
decided to interview several before choosing one.  He set up 
appointments at the house and had them come, one at a time, to 
see the apartment and meet his camera.  If they were not willing 
to pose at the interview, they would probably be too shy to be 
his nude model later.

Marcia was the first.  She was a bit old, but he decided to 
interview her anyway.  He was glad he did.  She was quite 
friendly, even though she insisted on seeing the apartment before 
she showed her assets.  

Once in the apartment, however, she lost no time in performing a 
rather exotic strip tease.  Jack took a few photos, then told her 
she should think about it before making a decision.

Felina came next.  She was dressed in super-tight hot pants and 
an off-the shoulder blouse.  When he asked her to show her body, 
her facial expression indicated she would not be very free with 
herself.  Even so, she stripped down to a pair of high heels and 
rolled around on the floor for awhile.  Jack was pleased to see 
that neither she nor Marcia had shaved their pubis.  After being 
around bald Marlene, it was nice to see pubic hair.

Carmelita was a darling.  As soon as she entered the apartment, 
she settled into the big rocking chair and made herself at home.  
When he asked her to strip, she stood up and quickly peeled off 
everything, then just stood there smiling, waiting for to be 
inspected.  

Actually, he was disappointed in her breasts.  They drooped a 
bit, which would not look good in photos, but she had such a huge 
thatch of pubic hair that he was tempted to keep her.  Except for 
her breasts, she would have been a great model, but he had 
several more girls scheduled for interviews and was sure he could 
do better.  

Rennie came next.  She was all smiles, dressed in a white tube 
top over black slacks.  Once inside the apartment, she settled 
down like she owned the place.  When he asked her to get naked, 
she peeled off her clothes and plopped one leg over the arm of 
the couch, deliberately revealing everything.  And she kept on 
smiling.  Somehow, Jack got the feeling that she might not do 
anything except sit around.  That would have been nice, but he 
hoped for more.

Alexis was just the opposite.  All fire and energy.  Just 
watching her made Jack feel tired, but became so engrossed in 
watching her that there was no way he wanted to stop her antics.  
She was lots of fun.

She arrived wearing a white dress, and lost little time before 
revealing that she wore nothing under it.  Then, without any 
prompting on Jack's part, she stripped down and bounced around.  
She was very exciting.

Didi was at the other extreme.  She was quiet, reserved, almost 
shy.  She couldn't seem to make up her mind how she felt about 
her body.  When Jack asked her to undress, she reached up under 
her dress and started remove her panties, then changed her mind.  
Eventually, she peeled off everything and posed rather sweetly.  
Jack thanked her for her interest, but then dismissed her, partly 
because she had hardly any breasts, but mostly because she had 
absolutely no pubic hair.  That's when he realized he was very 
partial to girls with a big bush.  With neither boobs nor hair, 
Didi had no chance.

Then came Marge.  She was something else!  Because she was older, 
she acted as though she had something to prove.  Hardly was she 
inside the door when she began to strip, removing each item of 
clothing and throwing it playfully at Jack.  When he took her 
into the apartment, she stepped right up on to the bed, as if to 
say, "Here I am." 
 
For her age, her body was not that bad, and she made the most of 
it.  All through the remainder of their interview, she rolled 
around on the bed, exposing every part of herself.  Jack thought 
it would be fun to have her around, but he really needed someone 
younger to keep him feeling young.

He was quite enthused when Sapphire appeared at the door.  He 
thought she would be the one.  Just as Marlene had done 
previously, Sapphire went straight to the kitchen, then turned 
and showed him her marvelous breasts.  Real hangers.

While he considered the racial implications of having her for a 
roommate, she stripped down and showed him the remainder of her 
qualifications.  She hopped up on the counter, exactly as Marlene 
had done, opened her legs, and showed him everything.  Then she 
made a big production of exhibiting her body as she to paraded 
around the apartment.  

He kept wondering what it would be like to have a naked brown 
goddess as his model, but he finally decided against her.

It was a good decision, because the very next person to interview 
was Tiffany.  As soon as she walked in he knew that she would be 
his next model.  

Tiffany stood out, not because she was any prettier than the 
other girls, nor because her body was that much better.  She even 
arrived for her interview with her hair tied up in a way which 
was totally wrong for pictures.  But she was natural, so 
unassuming, that her personal radiance showed through in every 
picture.  Even later, every time he looked at one of her 
pictures, she made him feel like he was special, like she was 
posing just for him.  That's a quality hard to find in models, 
especially ones willing to pose nude.  He chose Tiffany.

When he asked her to undress, she climbed up on the bed.  Most of 
the other girls had concentrated on what they were doing or on 
what they were revealing.  Tiffany kept her attention focused on 
Jack.  She appeared to be quite comfortable with herself and gave 
every indication that she was doing Jack a great favor by showing 
him her assets.   That made him enjoy her body all the more.  
Once she was naked, she smiled, leaned forward toward the camera 
and said, "Hello," then proceeded to assume a series of seductive 
poses.

During the next few weeks, Jack photographed her in a wide 
variety of positions, and much to his enjoyment, she spent nearly 
every evening completely naked, stretched out on the couch, as 
they watched television.  Or maybe it would be more accurate to 
say she watched television while Jack looked at her body.  

Then came that nasty episode with the potatoes.  Like Marlene, 
Tiffany hated to wear an apron while cooking.  And like Marlene, 
grease splattered on her breasts.  Unlike Marlene, she did not 
move out immediately, but that was the last time Jack saw her 
nude.  When the burn spots did not readily heal, Tiffany left.

Once again, Jack ran his ad in the area's alternative newspaper.  
And, like before, ladies began calling, quite willing to be his 
nude model.  After so many years of having his wife reject his 
photographic interest, it was still a shock for him to be fairly 
drowning in female beauty.

Andrea was the first to apply.  She was a vivacious redhead who 
gave him quite a show during their interview.  He sensed that she 
really enjoyed stripping. 

Maybe if he had been willing to wait until her hair grew out, it 
would have been all right, but she exhibited a stubborn streak 
which indicated she would never be willing to let her pubic hair 
grow.  So he kept looking.

The next girl to interview was Pansy.  She came in wearing what 
looked more like a shawl than a dress.  It showed off her legs 
quite nicely, and the top was cut low enough that he could tell 
she had a nice bust.  Perhaps she thought her dress would 
adequately introduce her assets.  In fact, she seemed a bit 
surprised when he asked her to remove it.  She did not, but 
instead asked what he was looking for in a model.  Jack quite 
bluntly told her he liked pubic hair.  She announced that she met 
that qualification, and to prove it she removed her panties.  
Nice.  

Then he asked about her breasts, and finally she removed the 
remainder of her clothing.  He complimented her on having a 
really nice body, because once she was naked she began to smile 
and behave like she was enjoying his attention.  Somehow, 
however, Jack had the feeling he would continually have to push 
and prod to get her to pose.  And he doubted she would be willing 
in spending as much time naked as he desired.  So he told her he 
had other applicants and might call her later.  

She appeared relieved and left by simply saying goodbye.

Then Sandra came, perhaps the youngest of all the applicants.  
She had a sweet, wholesomeness about her with an appealing 
innocence which was quite attractive.  Actually, her innocence 
was an illusion created by her facial expression.  She was 
certainly not innocent when it came to showing off her body.  As 
soon as the time came for her interview, she sat down, and as she 
did she hiked up her skirt as if to show off her legs.  Jack 
wondered if she did it deliberately, but then realized she had 
pulled her skirt up so high that her panties were revealed at the 
crotch.

Testing her, Jack asked, "May I take your picture like that?" 

She said, "Sure, I'm here to be your model."  After he shot the 
photo, she asked, quite frankly, "What else do you want to see?"

He responded just as bluntly, "Everything."  

Without another word, she peeled off her clothes.  "I'm rather 
flat on top," she apologized, "but I make up for it in other 
ways."  With that, she began to assume a series of poses which 
are definitely not in the model's handbook.

She spread her legs, raised her hips, almost thrusting her pussy 
in his face. 

"You like?" she asked, holding the pose until he had shot three 
pictures of the pose.  The result was that Jack was left 
speechless.  Smiling, she stepped up in a chair and looked down 
at him while he shot several low-angle pictures.  She was not 
done.  She turned and exposed her bare bottom for him to 
photograph.  

Needless to say, Jack was impressed.  "Sandra, we're going to 
have a lot of fun together."

"Then get a good shot of this," she instructed, as she grasped 
her bottom and held her cheeks open.  

"Oh, my," was all he could say.

"Well, you said you wanted to see everything," she laughed, still 
standing in the chair.  Then pointing to her crotch she said, 
"This is my best asset, and I've learned to use it to good 
advantage."  

She smiled again as she resumed her seat in the chair.  Then, 
with a coy smile, she said, "Now, get your camera ready, because 
I'm not going to hold this next pose for more than a couple of 
minutes."

"Okay," he agreed.

"Here goes!" she laughed.

She opened her legs and spread her lips until he could see well 
up inside her pussy.  While he adjusted his camera, Sandra said, 
"I know you're looking for a model, but I can also be very 
friendly in bed, just in case you need a companion, if you know 
what I mean."

"I'm sorry," he said, without explaining.  But all I intend to do 
is take pictures.  You, however, are welcome to have sex whenever 
you like.  She nodded, then said she was more interested in a 
place to live than in having sex.  So she moved in, and they got 
along well.  

Jack was very glad she decided not to leave after the episode 
with the grease and the shower.  Even so, the red spots which 
appeared on her skin took far longer to go away than either of 
them hoped.  They mutually decided not to take any pictures until 
she was healed.

"I feel so bad about this," Sandra apologized one evening as they 
ate together.  She was naked, as usual, but still on photographic 
hiatus.  "I'm not holding up my end of our deal."

"I still get to look," Jack told her, but he understood what she 
meant.

"So here's what I think," she continued.  "I have a friend who 
needs a place to stay for a few days.  How about if she moves in 
with me.  And poses for you?"  Hesitantly, Jack agreed, not sure 
what he was getting into.  

The next morning, just before Sandra left for work, Roxanne 
appeared at the door.  She wore a very short denim skirt and a 
light knit top which was stretched so tight across her ample 
breasts that it was obvious she wore nothing underneath.  Her 
nipples looked so inviting.

"Roxanne has a lot of what I lack," Sandra explained.  "And don't 
worry," she told me.  "I've coached her on what you like, so she 
will be a good model for you.  She turned to Roxanne and said, 
"Why don't you show him what you've got?"

Roxanne set down the overnight bag she was carrying, then smiled 
and lifted her blouse to reveal and absolutely fabulous pair of 
breasts.

"You like?" she asked with a confident smile?  Jack nodded, 
speechless.  Roxanne asked, "Would you like to take my picture?" 

Of course.  What was not to like?  Even her legs were fabulous.  

Roxanne did not wait for an answer.  Instead, she stripped off 
her blouse.  And her skirt.  And, no, she was not wearing 
anything under either.  Wow!  She leaned back so Jack could get a 
good look.  And photograph her in all her natural wonder.

"I'll be leaving now," Sandra announced. "Must get to work.  So 
have fun, you two."  With that she was gone.

Roxanne smiled and said, "Don't worry.  Sandra told me what you 
like."  She cupped her breasts and spread her legs.  Jack kept 
shooting pictures, and she continued smiling.

Then, just as Sandra had often done, she spread her pussy lips.  
She smiled and added something Sandra had never said, "Why don't 
you put down that camera and come over here and kiss me?"

Stunned by her instruction, Jack stood still.   

Without moving, still holding the pose, Roxanne added, "I'm not 
talking about romance.  I'm in the mood for sex.  Posing like 
this has me all hot and sticky, so come on over here and kiss me.  
You know what I mean.  Kiss me between my legs.  Kiss me hard."  

Still stunned, Jack obeyed.  She responded by keeping up a 
running commentary, giving instructions for what he should do and 
keeping him informed of her progress.  Jack was completely amazed 
at what he heard as well as her response.  It was like being in a 
world completely different from the way his marriage had been all 
those years.  No girl he had previously been with had ever been 
so vocal, so responsive, so sexually open or explicit.

"That's right.  Use your lips.  Good, like that."  Then she 
asked,  "Do I taste good?  I hope so."  She didn't wait for an 
answer.  Instead, she said, "Put your tongue inside.  Deep 
inside.  As far as you can go.  Hard.  Harder.  Now I'm ready.  
Run your tongue up, up... Ohh," she gasped.  "You made my little 
guy hard.  Massage him with your tongue.  That's it.  Harder.  
All around.  Yes.  Yes!  Oh, you're good.  Too bad Sandra never 
tried this.  She should have asked you to do it.  Oh, I'm coming.  
I'm coming!"

She squirted.  Jack's mouth nearly filled with her sex fluids, as 
she pressed herself hard against his face.  Wow! he thought.  Did 
I do that?  Did I create that reaction in her?  I've been missing 
a lot more than I knew by staying behind my camera.

That's when Sandra walked in.

"Wow!" she exclaimed.  "I told you to have fun, but I didn't 
realize you'd go this far."

"What are you doing home?" Roxanne asked, sitting up, quite 
surprised, but not at all embarrassed.  

"You'll never believe this," Sandra complained.  "I was just 
transferred to the St. Louis office."

"You're kidding," Jack complained.

"No, and what's worse," she continued, "is I have to leave 
immediately.  I'm supposed to be in the office there tomorrow 
morning."

"You'll never make it," Roxanne announced.

"Thanks for the encouragement," Sandra replied.  "But I simply 
must go.  This is an opportunity I dare not turn down."

"Then you'll need help.  I have a few days before I leave for 
England.  I can help you pack and then just go with you to get 
you settled."

"And where does that leave me?" Jack asked, suddenly deflated.  
Only a few moments before, he had been on the cusp of sexual 
triumph.  Suddenly he was demoted to lonely singularity.  The 
lovely angel who, only moments before, had been writhing in 
ecstasy on his tongue was suddenly getting dressed to leave.  And 
the girl who had been his inspiration for these past months, the 
girl whom he had hoped, only moments before, would join in his 
sexual fulfillment, was likewise leaving town.  Jack's home was 
once more about to become barren.

This time the idea of placing another newspaper ad did not appeal 
to Jack.  He realized he would be forced to interview a countless 
number of....  Wait a moment, he thought, those interviews were a 
lot of fun.  How many guys can have girls come into their home 
and strip down, just like that?  Bring on the girls!

Carmen was the first to answer his newspaper ad.  She had long 
hair which she allowed to hang loose.  She came in wearing a pink 
turtle neck over blue jeans.  And a nice smile.  She took her 
time getting out of her clothes, which allowed Jack time to enjoy 
her body, as she exposed it a little at a time.  First she 
removed the sweater, then her jeans.  Her bra was basic white, 
which she dropped without much ado.  It took her a few minutes 
longer to decide to remove her string panties.  Strangely, she 
fastened her eyes on Jack and watched him carefully as she slowly 
peeled them down her legs.  He was not sure if she wanted to see 
his reaction, or if she simply enjoyed getting undressed.  Later, 
when all she wore was her smile, he assured her she was very 
nice.  But goodbye.

Cynthia was next.  She arrived in a short denim mini and a halter 
top tied loose enough kept Jack watching as her breasts played 
peek-a-boob.  She knew exactly what she was doing, as finally she 
held it open for him to see her beauty exposed.

She knew full well that her breasts were great.  Cupping them in 
her hands, she squeezed them.  And she knew just how long to hold 
a pose for him to get a good picture.  Then she stripped off the 
rest of her clothing and posed for more pictures.  Her long hair 
matched the crescent of hair at her crotch.  The effect was 
fantastic, and he really wanted to keep her.  She balked, 
however, at cooking.  She would have made a good model, but not a 
companion.

Just for kicks, Jack decided to interview two older ladies.  
Sheila was thin and already getting gray, but she certainly tried 
to impress him.  Probably, she needed a place to live and was 
willing to do whatever it took to get it.  She came in dressed 
rather sedately.  When he asked her to pose, she simply undressed 
with no fanfare.  One moment she was fully dressed; the next she 
was totally bare.  Jack decided she was a bit old for his 
purposes.  When he informed her of that, she went through a 
series of contortions exposing every inch of her body.  He 
thanked her, and she left looking sad.

"Call me Mildred," the next lady said.  Jack had the distinct 
feeling that was not her real name, and the way she tried to hide 
her wedding rings indicated there was more to her story than he 
really wanted to know.

She came in wearing a thin sweater which was stretched tight 
across a pair of full breasts.  She sat on the couch and smiled 
warmly, giving the immediate impression that she could be a lot 
of fun.  When he asked her to undress, she said, "I was afraid of 
that."  

"Why?" he asked.  "You knew before you came that nudity is 
required." 

"Yes," she said, "but I hoped we could get to know each other 
before I had to show you my battle scars."   Even so, she was a 
real trouper.  As she undressed, Jack could see what she meant.  
The stretch marks came into view first.  Ah, so she's had 
children, he thought.  Then came the scars from her breast 
enhancement.  Good job, he decided, but it's too bad her doc 
didn't do a better job with the cosmetic surgery.  He even left 
scars from the stitches.

She dropped her slacks and posed wearing a thong.  Except for her 
"battle scars," as she called them, she had a great figure.  And 
a nice smile.  

Jack said, "I really wish we had met a few years ago, for I'm 
certain we could have had a lot of fun together.  The main 
problem is that you lack pubic hair, and that disqualifies you."
 
Diane was the next girl to interview.  She arrived wearing a long 
black leather coat, looking like an escapee from Matrix.  Jack 
was not sure just when she opened the buttons, but after she sat 
on the couch he noticed there was a lot more skin showing than 
when she came in.  

I mean, how could I not notice, he thought, with cleavage like 
that?  Then she stood up, and Jack realized she wore nothing 
under her coat.  She had red hair.  All of it was red.  
Everywhere!  Framed against the black leather..., well, she was 
exciting.

Then she dropped the coat and resumed her seat on the couch.  
Something about her made Jack nervous.  Maybe it was the way she 
sat there so calmly, wearing only her black strap high-heels, 
with all that red hair adorning her naked body.  Maybe it was the 
way she arrived so confident of her body.  Whatever it was, Jack 
had trouble holding up his end of the conversation. 

Part of him wanted her to move in right away.  Part of him was 
afraid of what might happen if she did.  Fear won.  As she 
buttoned her coat and left, Jack thought, I'll always wonder if I 
goofed....

Cheryl came next.  She was wearing low cut blouse and a mini 
skirt which was so short that when she sat on the couch her skirt 
automatically hiked, revealing a pair of really nice legs.  When 
Jack asked her to strip, she obeyed immediately, stripping down 
to a thong.
 
However, she was so mechanical in the way she removed her clothes 
that Jack wondered if she had ever been naked in front of a man 
before.   On the other hand, her pubis was so free of hair that 
it was obvious she shaved especially for this interview.  He 
wondered what her motive was in applying for the apartment, 
because it was apparent that she would not be comfortable living 
nude.  She had really nice breasts, which would have been nice to 
play with, but Jack knew every time he took her picture he would 
wish she had pubic hair.

What are these girls thinking, Jack wondered, when they shave 
their privates?  Do they really think we men want to see their 
folds completely exposed?  Are they expecting us to slobber all 
over them with our tongues and think they are doing us a favor by 
not having hair to get in our mouths?  Maybe they simply have a 
mixed-up sense of beauty.

Mildred came.  When he invited her to sit, she asked if she could 
sit at the desk in order to make a few notes.  Jack agreed, and 
she sat, nonchalantly hiking her skirt to expose a whole lot of 
leg.  Very nice legs, he noticed.  

She was dressed in a white blouse and pale green business suit, 
which set off her near-auburn hair quite nicely. 

He asked how she felt about being totally naked during meal time 
and throughout the evenings.  She responded by saying she enjoyed 
having people see her body and asked if he would like for her to 
strip.  Jack indicated that was part of the interview.  She 
showed no embarrassment whatsoever as she undressed.  In fact, 
she smiled boldly at the camera all the while she was removing 
her clothes.

Once she was naked, she simply perched on the edge of the desk as 
though to invite him to look.  He did.  Her breasts were a bit 
flat, but at least she had not shaved, and the color of all her 
hair matched nicely.  When she saw he was looking at her hair, 
she turned and spread her legs so he could see it all.

Jack told her he would like for her to come back and pose some 
time, but he really wanted someone with more defined breasts.

As if she knew what he desired, Angelica came to interview.  Her 
dark hair was strait.  He wished she had taken more care in 
fixing it, since its flightiness did not photograph well.  She 
wore a flowered halter dress which was short enough to indicate 
her legs were passable, not great but nice.  They had talked for 
only a few moments when she said, "From your ad in the newspaper, 
I gathered that you are more interested in looking a me naked 
than anything else."  Jack agreed.

She unsnapped the top of her dress, but rather than letting it 
fall, she caught it and held it so it barely covered her breasts.  
Then she leaned toward him and let the dress drop away.  
Surprise!  Her breasts were huge.  Compared with the previous 
girls, Angelica's breasts were massive.  She rocked side to side 
so her breasts would sway.  Then straightening up, she allowing 
him to see her full stature.  Dressed only in a tiny red thong, 
she was amazing.  

"Are you comfortable lounging around like that?" he asked, 
wondering what it might be like to have her as my roommate.

Before answering, she removed her thong.  Then, still covering 
her snatch with her hand, she sat on the couch.  Finally, she 
said, "The real question is whether or not you would be 
comfortable having me here with you like this."  And with that, 
she removed her hand and spread her legs wide.  Her pubic folds 
peeked from between the hairs which were so long they appeared 
never to have been clipped, much less shaved.  She didn't even 
flinch, even though dressed only in red high heels.  Her massive 
breasts rolled and swayed each time she spoke, almost as if they 
had a life of their own.

"I like you," Jack smiled.
 
Without a word, Angelica lay back on the couch, her legs still 
spread.  She patted her wide-open pussy and said, "Why don't you 
see what I'm really like.  I think you'll like what I'm able to 
do for you."

Accepting her invitation partially, Jack moved across the room 
and sat on the couch beside her.  "Don't you want to screw me?" 
she asked.  That's when he explained that medical reasons 
prevented him from having such activity.  She smiled sweetly, 
then slowly stood and reached for her clothes.  "Sorry," she 
said, "but I can't live without sex." 
 
Surprised and greatly disappointed, Jack watched as she dressed, 
covering those wonderful breasts that he wanted so much to 
photograph. 

She left without another word. 

Jack stood for several moments in the open doorway, watching as 
she drove away.  Even after she was gone, he stood at the door, 
frustrated at having been turned down.  He had turned away so 
many willing women, but now he was the rejected one.  Stunned, he 
stood there, wondering how he might retrieve her.  Of if she 
might change her mind and return.  

That's when he saw her.  No, this was not Angelica.  Nor any of 
the other women he had interviewed.  But she was just as naked.  
Completely.  And she was walking down the street.  Right past his 
house....

~~~~~
Continued in Chapter 09






  
Chapter 08 - Barely Room