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The Loveable Ladies of Libido Lane
(C) by Erotin Thraller
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Chapter 19 - Leeza's New Adventure

The house was hot.  So was Leeza.  Even though she and Mike had 
each called the air conditioner repairman, no one had come and 
the system was still not working.  They claimed there was a mix-
up between the Heating and Cooling Company and the insurance 
which the previous owner had provided as part of the sale of the 
house.  They were still debating who was responsible for any 
problems with the house.  "Just fix it, and I'll pay for it," 
Mike had assured them.  "You can work out the insurance problems 
later."  But they insisted that's not how their business 
operated.

Now Mike was gone to work.  Leeza was left with a hot, stuffy 
house.  And there was nothing that she really had to do.  She was 
bored.  And lonely.  Memories of the previous day's activities 
filled her mind as she stood in the shower.  The cool water 
spraying over her soft skin felt refreshing, as the day had been 
born hot, with every promise of getting hotter.  She examined her 
body carefully and finally concluded, I'm very fortunate not to 
get a really bad sunburn from all that exposure.  Even so, her 
bottom was sore from the pounding she had been given, both by the 
men who raped her and the boys who attacked her with the hose.  
Most of all, her bowels were still in turmoil from her brutal 
enema.  Yes, she concluded, It was an awfully difficult day, 
being stranded naked on the driveway, but somehow I survived.  

As she reviewed those unusual events and the stuff she had 
endured, she concluded - now that it was over - that it had been 
an exciting day, far more interesting than any of the other 
boring days she had endured since moving to 97225 Libido Lane.  
Once again, she wished Mark would loosen up and allow her to get 
a job.  She hated being stuck at home in this quiet neighborhood 
all by herself.

Stepping out of the shower and toweling herself dry, Leeza moved 
into the bedroom where she examined her body more closely in the 
mirrored closet doors which extended the full length of one wall.  
Nice, she thought, as she wrapped her hair in the towel, then 
turned her back to the mirror.  Not bad for a lady who spent 
nearly all of yesterday outside, naked in the sun, she giggled to 
herself.  Just to be safe, however, and because it felt good, she 
gently rubbed her skin with moisturizing lotion.  It left her 
tingling all over.  While she waited for it to soak in, she 
wandered about the bedroom, still naked.  Her hair dried quickly, 
and she brushed it out over her shoulders.  It fell in auburn 
tresses well below her rounded bottom.

She recalled her frustration the previous morning when she had 
wondered what to wear.  Perhaps the day would have turned out 
differently, she thought, if I had decided on a different dress.  
She would never know.  She slid one of the mirrored closet doors 
open to consider what she should wear today.  The day before she 
had worn a simple dress with nothing under it.  If she had worn 
underwear, then she would not have been caught naked on the 
driveway.  Even so, as she considered her array of dresses in the 
closet, it was just too hot to wear any of the articles of 
clothing she normally would wear.  In fact, she said to herself, 
I don't want to put a thing on right now.  Besides, she thought, 
my hair covers most of me.  And with that, she marched downstairs 
completely nude.

On the lower floor, the air was a bit cooler.  Even so, she was 
glad not to be wearing hot clothing.  This is the way I spent 
yesterday outside, she told herself, so why can't I spend today 
like this inside my house?  Who's to know? Besides, she finally 
admitted to herself, being naked is nice.

Two cups of coffee and a banana were her breakfast, which she ate 
seated at the kitchen table while reading the morning paper Mark 
had earlier retrieved from the driveway.  After folding the 
newspaper and rinsing her cup, she stared out the window for 
several moments, wondering what to do with herself.  Before we 
married, Leeza said to herself,  I would go for a morning run, 
but it's too hot for that today.  And I'm sure not going to put 
on a sweat suit, not on a day like today!  

The human brain is a wonderful organ, full of marvelous 
abilities, but it is also capable of multitudes of mischief.  Who 
knows where the idea came from which suddenly popped into Leeza's 
mind?  Was it a remnant of the previous day's experience?  Was it 
a dream from the innocence of early childhood?  Had she actually 
enjoyed the previous day, in spite of it's calamities?  Leeza 
didn't stop to analyze herself or her new idea.  Instead, she 
hurried into the garage where she kept her jogging shoes, brought 
them to the kitchen and put them on.  Then she tied her house key 
to one of her shoe laces and went out through the front door, 
allowing it to lock behind her.  Maybe it's too hot for a morning 
run, she told herself, but I can go for a walk.  And since 
everyone else has gone to work, and I'm alone in this 
neighborhood, then I don't even have to get dressed when I go 
outside.  She remembered how long she had been naked the previous 
day before anyone saw her and concluded she was perfectly safe 
being outside naked because there was no one around to see her.  
I'll just walk around the cul de sac circle, she said to herself, 
and with that she marched up her driveway and started around the 
loop counter-clockwise.  

Through the trees she could see the house at 97222.  It was 
obvious that no one was home.  Turning to her left, she passed 
the driveway of 97230.  The single woman who lived there was an 
executive type who was never home, it seemed.  A slight breeze 
fanned the air across her naked body.  Her bare breasts bounced 
unfettered, and she held her arms akimbo as she enjoyed her new-
found freedom.  The circle angled around to the left, and she 
passed the long driveway to 97233 Libido Lane.  The house had 
been empty for some time.  Sometime back she heard a young couple 
were buying it, but only the girl moved in.  No one appeared to 
be home there either.

One more house to pass, Leeze said to herself as the circular 
street angled once more to the left.  Her next door neighbor who 
lived at 97229 was an older man, maybe in his 70's.  She was 
almost past his house when she realized he was standing in the 
open doorway watching her.

"Morning stroll?" Jack asked.

"Something like that," Leeza replied, fighting against a sudden, 
desperate urge to run home.

"It's a beautiful morning to be out," Jack smiled.  Then he 
added, "And you're very beautiful yourself."

"Thank you."  She didn't know what else to say, but she stopped 
walking.  As awkward as she felt at that moment, somehow it 
didn't seem right simply to walk away and totally ignore this 
friendly neighbor who was talking to her.  After all, this was 
one of her first few times to have a conversation with any of 
their neighbors.

"I'm surprised to see you out already today," Jack continued.  
"Yesterday was quite a day for you."

Shocked, Leeza could only say, "You ...saw me?"

"Oh, yes," he replied.  "When I heard the van stop across the 
street, I looked out.  And there you were ...in all your naked 
glory!" he laughed. 

"Oh," she gasped.  "Why didn't you come and help me."

"Well, I thought about it.  In fact, when I saw that van, I 
realized Miss Frost's home was being burglarized.  So I started 
to call the police.  That's when I saw you, and by then it looked 
like you had plenty of company.  I thought one of those guys 
would help," he smiled, paused a moment, then added, "Besides, I 
was able to shoot several really nice pictures of you."

"You ...took ...my ...picture?" Leeza was astounded.   She knew the 
assessor had snapped a picture of her with his camera the day 
before, but her next door neighbor ...too?  

"Would you like to see the pictures I took?" Jack asked.  "They 
came out really quite nice."

Once more, let's remember that the human mind can behave 
strangely, often quite illogically ...especially the mind of a 
female under extreme stress.  She knew it was completely unwise, 
but in spite of all the caution signs waving before her, Leeza 
responded, "Yes, I think I ought to see those pictures."  That's 
when Jack invited her into his house.  And she followed him 
without question.  

Her initial intention was to retrieve the pictures, to gain 
control ofr them so no one else would see them, and no one would 
have them ...especially a neighbor.  If she couldn't take them, 
perhaps she could destroy them.  That might be possible.  Most of 
all, she felt humiliated that a man she had not met until just 
now would actually possess photos of her.  Naked photos of her.  
Thus motivated and bent on obtaining the photos, Leeza entered 
Jack's house without giving much thought to the fact that she 
was, right at that moment, completely naked.  

He was polite and treated her as if this were an everyday 
occurrence and she was properly clothed.  Jack handed her the 
prints, and she thumbed through them, thinking she would look at 
them politely and then rip them apart.  When she saw them, 
however, Leeza began to realize how nice the pictures actually 
were.  None of them showed any of the actual attacks she had 
endured.  None were of the rough or nasty stuff.  Instead, they 
were all of her - apparently taken with a telephoto lens - 
showing her revealed nicely in all her naked loveliness.  

"These are not what I expected," Leeza confessed.  

"You thought they would involve some of the dirty stuff they did 
to you?" Jack commented.  "No, I like to see naked women, and I 
think the beauty of women should be revealed in photos.  At 
least, that's how I try to do my photography.  And that's why I 
am enjoying seeing you very much right now."  He smiled, then 
added, "I would love to photograph you ...up close, rather than at 
a distance, like these, if you know what I mean."

"These are nice," Leeza smiled.  "They should be enough for..., for 
whatever you do with pictures like these."

"They would be so much nicer, if you would actually pose for my 
camera.  I'm certain you would like the results."

Thumbing back through the pictures, Leeza's curiosity suddenly 
overcame her, and her mind continued in mischief mode.  If he can 
make pictures this nice under such extreme circumstances as 
yesterday, she thought, then I wonder what he could do if I 
cooperated with him?  

She hesitated.  

"Please?" he added, smiling.

Well, she thought..., Oh, what the hell.  It's not like I have 
anything else to I have to do today.  "All right," she agreed.  
"I guess I really don't have to do much to get ready, do I?"  
Nervously she looked around.  "I mean, it's not like I have to 
undress or anything like that."  They both laughed, and for the 
first time since Leeza got up that morning, she began to relax.

Jack brought out his camera, and under his direction, Leeza spent 
the next hour and a half in a variety of poses ...standing in the 
doorway, sitting on the couch, lying on the floor, tipped upside 
down on an old saucer-chair, even stretched out on a chaise 
longue on the back deck.  At first, she felt awkward with him 
giving her all this attention.  As time passed, however, she 
began to wish he would touch her.  She was burning up inside, and 
her pubic hair was so moist that she had to mop at it repeatedly.  
When she did, Jack simply smiled and waited before taking the 
next shot.

"That's enough for today," Jack finally announced.  "No need to 
tire you so much you won't want to do this again."

"Oh, I don't think...," Leeza started to say.

Jack put his fingers to his lips.  "Don't say it," he smiled.  
"Tomorrow.  Ten o'clock."

Surprised, stunned, and wondering what in the world she could be 
thinking, Leeza heard herself say, "All right.  Ten."  She 
retrieved her house key as she pulled on her shoes, then slipped 
out the side door and cut across the lawn to her home.  And it 
was not yet even time for lunch.

The house was stuffy inside and very hot, so Leeza still 
refrained from putting on any clothing.  She made a salad of 
cottage cheese with peaches, poured a glass of iced tea from the 
refrigerator, and was wondering where would be the most 
comfortable place to eat when she heard a noise in back of the 
house.  Peering out the window, she saw a strange man cross the 
lawn.  Alarmed at the sight of this intruder, she went to the 
front of the house and looked out the window by the door.  
Hooray! she exclaimed, for the truck parked at the curb was 
emblazoned with the logo of the air conditioning repairman.  She 
turned to return to the kitchen just as the doorbell rang.  

So cheered by the fact that the air conditioner would soon be 
fixed, she opened the door to see what the repairman wanted.  

"Hello," the man said as he burst into a broad grin.

Only then did Leeza remember she was still completely naked.  It 
was too late to cover herself, so she determined simply to tough 
it out.

"Hello, yourself," she replied.  "Are you here to fix the air 
conditioner?"

"Yes," he answered.  "At least that's what I was sent here to 
do."  

"Good," she responded, then laughed as she added, "As you can 
see, it's really hot in here."

He smiled eagerly as his eyes took the tour from head to toe and 
back again, pausing at a couple of mid-points along the way.  
"Can you tell me if the thermostat is set on 'COOL'?"

"I have no idea what it's set at," Leeza told him.  "From the way 
it feels in here, it must be a hundred degrees!"  She stepped 
back to make room for him to enter.  "Come on in and you can see 
for yourself."

"Oh, I'm already looking," he grinned.

"I mean you can see the thermostat, but if you mean how I'm 
dressed, well, that's because you didn't come to fix the air 
conditioner sooner!" she snapped.

"I'll remember that," he whispered as he brushed past her, making 
sure his arm brushed her nipples on the way by.  "If delay can 
bring me luck like this, I may try it again."

"Careful," Leeza snapped, but her voice cracked as she spoke, 
since his touch had sent tingles throughout her body.  Earlier, 
while posing next door, she had wished Jack would touch her, but 
this man had arrived so unexpectedly that she was not prepared to 
deal with the effects of his presence.

The repairman was already adjusting the thermostat, and within 
seconds she heard the sound of the compressor unit turn on in the 
back yard.

"Well, I found the problem," the repairman said, "but I don't 
have the part to make a permanent fix."  He looked at her more 
carefully.  

"Don't tell me you're going to turn it off," Leeza pleaded.  "I'm 
burning up in here."

"So I can see," he smiled.  "But I really don't think I should 
leave it running until I get the part to fix it permanently."  He 
focused his eyes on hers, to make sure she was watching him, then 
made another obvious and deliberate visual tour of her naked 
body.  

Leeza felt a chill under his gaze, but she understood his 
meaning.  For a moment she questioned how much it was worth to 
her to have the air conditioner working that afternoon.  "How 
soon," she asked, "can you get the part to fix it?  I mean, 
permanently?"

"Oh, it may take a week or ten days," he replied.

"How can I convince you to keep it running?" she asked.  "I mean 
today?"

He smiled as he replied, "Well, you certainly have the equipment 
to convince me, 
he smiled, "if you know how to use it.  Do you want to show me 
what you can do?"

Well, Leeza thought, I've already posed for the neighbor, and I'm 
sure not going to tell Mark about that, nor the fact that I 
promised to go back over there tomorrow morning.  I'm getting 
quite a list of things I won't tell my husband.  So what's one 
more thing, especially if I can be cool?  With that, she simply 
knelt in front of the repairman, opened his fly, and pulled out 
his erection.  He tasted salty in her mouth, but he was so turned 
on by the sight of her that it took only a few moments before he 
unleashed a stream of sperm into her throat.  She swallowed 
quickly, expecting him to demand more of her.  In fact, she had 
presumed he would want to screw her.  Instead, he quickly 
regained his composure, zipped his pants, and said, "Okay, I'll 
leave it running, Lady.  And I'll be back as soon as the new part 
arrives."  With that he hurried away as if he was afraid of being 
caught, perhaps by an angry husband.  Leeza was left on her 
knees, a salty taste in her mouth, and her pussy aching for lack 
of attention.

She simply flopped down on the floor and sat there for several 
minutes, collecting her thoughts, amazed at how readily she had 
given a blow job to a total stranger.  Prostitution, she decided.  
I paid the repairman.  That's prostitution.  That means ...she 
paused as the word formulated in her mind.  I am ...a ...prostitute!  
I actually performed a sex act in exchange for ...for ...an air 
conditioner repair.  Oh, I'll never be able to explain that to 
Mark.  On the other had, she laughed out loud, I don't know why I 
should ever need to tell him.

With that thought in her mind, she rose to her feet and ran 
upstairs where she jumped into the shower.  It was her second 
shower in one day, and as the spray ran soothingly over her skin 
she wondered if it might cleanse her mind as well as the sweat 
from her body.  

For a long time, she stood under the spray of water, her mind 
reviewing what she had just done.  It had been so impulsive, so 
quick, so natural.  Suddenly, she asked herself, What if the blow 
job had not been enough for him?  I wanted that air conditioner 
to keep running, but would I actually have fucked him, if that's 
what it took to convince him?  She was still wondering that when 
she stepped out of the shower.  Already she could feel the cooler 
air in the house.  That's when, for the first time that day, she 
got dressed.  Selecting a short, simple dress, she pulled it on 
without with any underwear.  Tonight, she promised herself, Mark 
is going to get one very special screwing.  

Later, much later, the dinner sat on the table.  It was cold, 
uneaten.  Mark was very late coming home from work.  And Leeza 
was furious.  Finally, she simply gave up hope that her husband 
was coming home that night.  She left the thermostat set on cool.  
Then she pulled on the heavy pair of pajamas she usually wore in 
winter and went to bed alone.  She was fast asleep when Mark 
finally arrived.  

He didn't wake her.  Instead, frustrated that she had not waited 
up for him, he slept downstairs on the couch.  The next morning, 
he woke early, drank a cup of instant coffee, wrote a brief note 
to Leeza, and hurried off to work.  

Leeza heard the garage door open and close and knew Mark was 
leaving, but she turned over and went back to sleep.  It was 
nearly nine o'clock before she woke and stumbled down the stairs 
for her morning coffee.  Rats! she muttered when she found Mark 
had not perked any coffee.  The dinner she had prepared for him 
the night before was still on the table, just as she had left it.  
A night's sleep had not improved her attitude toward her husband, 
especially since he had come and gone with no contact or 
conversation with her.  Besides, she was cold.  Apparently the 
air conditioner had been running full blast all night.  The 
thermometer in the window indicated that outside it was already 
above eighty degrees.  Inside, however, it was only fifty-seven.  

She fixed a cup of instant in the microwave.  Tugging at her robe 
to stay warm, she though, Another blistering day outside, and I'm 
freezing in here.  In more ways than one.  The microwave chime 
told her the coffee water was hot.  As she mixed the instant, she 
wondered, So what am I going to do today?  Only then did she 
remember her 10:00 o'clock appointment.

Wonder what my neighbor would do if I didn't show? she 
speculated.  Wonder what Mark would do if he knew about 
yesterday?  And my appointment today?  Maybe if he knew, he 
wouldn't have come home late!  Or leave so early!  She pushed 
back the cold dinner still on the table and sat down with her 
coffee.  That's when she found the note he had left her.  

"Sorry I missed you," the note said.  "My boss has me on a 
special assignment that's taking lots of extra time.  I'll be 
late again tonight.  Enjoy your day.  Mark"

That's it? she gasped.  No greeting?  No "I love you"?  No 
explanation of what that "special assignment"?  Just "Enjoy your 
day."  All right, you just gave me your blanket permission to do 
whatever I will enjoy, so I'm going to do exactly that!  She 
smiled as she put her empty cup in the sink.  Ooh, if you only 
knew....  

With a determined grin, she hurried upstairs, stripping out of 
her pajamas as she went.  Bundling her abundant mane of hair into 
her over-sized shower cap so as not to get it wet, she stepped 
into the shower.  The warm water was quite refreshing.  After she 
toweled herself dry, she combed out her hair, allowing it to fall 
loose around her shoulders and down her back.  Nice, she thought 
as she surveyed her naked body in the closet door mirrors.  I 
deserve to enjoy myself today.  Then, on an impulse, she fluffed 
her pubic hair with the comb, then gave a quick spray of cologne 
under her arms and another to her inner thighs.  By then it was 
nearly 10:00 o'clock.  Well, she said jokingly to her image in 
the mirror, Now that I'm dressed for work, it's time to be on my 
way. 

She checked to be certain the front door was locked, then 
departed through the back sliding door, leaving it unlocked.  As 
she stepped outside, the heat assailed her naked skin like she 
imagined a blow torch might feel.  She was glad she hadn't 
bothered to dress.  

Her back yard abutted Jack's back yard, so she was able to slip 
through the hedge and climb up the few steps to his deck.  It was 
there he had taken a few photos of her the previous day.  
Apparently he saw her coming, for he opened the door as soon as 
she arrived.

"My, how prompt you are," he greeted her warmly.  "And I see 
you're already dressed to begin."

"Somehow, I had a hunch this is what you intended," she said 
cautiously.  "It seemed futile to put on what I would be taking 
off as soon as I arrived."

"Very perceptive of you," Jack agreed.  "Would you like something 
to drink?  Coffee?  Wine?"

"Lemonade?" Leeza suggested.

"Sorry.  How about ice tea instead?"

"Very good."

While he filled a glass with ice and poured the tea into it, Jack 
asked, "Am I to presume you have the day free?  Or do you have a 
limited time for me to enjoy your beauty?"

A caution flag waved momentarily in Leeza's mind, so she said, "I 
have a little while, but not the entire day."

"That's fine," Jack smiled as he handed her the glass.  "I was 
just wondering how to plan your posing routine."  He watched as 
she sipped the tea.  "I'll make you a deal.  Let's start by 
having you pose any way you like - you know, pictures the way you 
would like to be seen.  After that, I'll pose you in some ways 
that you may not have considered.  Okay?"

"All right," Leeza agreed, taking another sip of the tea.  It 
seemed terribly sweet, but putting that aside she began to plan 
the poses she thought would be good for her.  And over the next 
hour, she assumed a wide variety of positions, displaying her 
naked body in ways which accented her breasts, her legs, her 
face, especially her hair.  It was fun, and Jack was very 
complimentary, approving of the poses she created.  Meanwhile, 
she drank more of the tea, until twice she had to excuse herself 
to use his bathroom.  "That tea goes right through me," she 
laughed.  Jack only smiled.

As she returned from the bathroom after her second pit stop, she 
said, "Well, I think I've about exhausted my imagination for 
poses.  Did you have plans for any we haven't tried yet?"

"Oh, I think we might find a few," he smiled.  "That is," he 
continued, "if you're willing to experiment a bit."

"Nothing too wild, I hope," she giggled.

"First, I'd like to duplicate a couple of shots I took of you 
that first day ...you know, when you were trapped in your 
driveway."

"No, I'm not going out there to pose," Leeza snapped.  Then she 
wished she hadn't spoken so sharply.  "I mean, let's just keep it 
here in the house," she added.

"Really, that's all I intended," Jack explained.  "You can stand 
in the archway here between the kitchen and the family room.  
I'll fasten your hands to the top of the arch, and it will look 
like you're tied up.  Of course, you can pull free any time you 
want."

Leeza agreed and allowed Jack to tie her wrists together with a 
bright sash, then fasten them to the peak of the arch.  She was 
pleased to see that he fastened the ribbon to the wall with 
nothing more than a small push-pin.  Safe enough, she thought, 
then smiled as Jack took repeated shots. 

As Jack released her from her bonds, she stumbled a bit.  "I'm 
sorry," she apologized as she kept from falling by putting her 
upraised hands around his neck.  

He smiled, then said, "Perhaps we ought to try a pose where you 
don't have to stretch up like that."  She nodded agreement and 
did not object when he cleared the pitcher and her glass of tea 
from the coffee table, then instructed her to lie on it.  She sat 
for a moment, then at his direction lay on her back.  Having been 
tied previously, she thought nothing of it when Jack tied her 
ankles to the legs of the table, then pulled her arms back and 
tied them to the legs at the table's other end.  She did not note 
that Jack had used ropes of substantially greater strength than 
the ribbons he had previously used, but she had such a warm 
feeling inside that it really didn't bother her.  Instead, Leeza 
smiled warmly as Jack photographed her from a variety of angles.  

After a few minutes, he asked, "Would you mind if we did a few 
action shots?"  

"I don't understand," she whispered.

"My camera," he explained, "has a movie mode, so I can shoot a 
movie.  Would you like to be in a movie?"

"Well, I don't see how I can move very much, tied down like 
this."

"Oh, I think you can," he laughed.  She watched as he set up a 
tripod, attached his camera, then focused it on her.  "Now, let's 
see if we can get you to move a bit."  From his camera bag, he 
produced a long tube.  

At first, Leeza thought it was a candy thermometer, then realized 
it was a vibrator.  She remember while she was at college how her 
roommate bought one, but she never had used it.  "What is that 
for?" she asked.

Jack did not answer, but instead he pressed a button on his 
camera.  A light came on.  Then he knelt at the end of the table, 
reached between her legs, and pressed the vibrator against her 
moist slit.  The previous day, Leeza was at the point of begging 
Jack to touch her, but now she was nervous about what might 
happen.  To her surprise, the vibrator slipped easily into her 
pussy. 

"My, but you're moist already," Jack chuckled.  "Does having your 
picture taken naked turn you on?"

"Kind of," she admitted, struggling to adapt to the feeling of 
having the plastic tool inside her.  She shifted her hips on the 
table, wiggling about as she did.

"See," Jack laughed.  "I told you ...see, you can move."  He paused 
a moment, then asked, "Are you're comfortable?"

"Not really," she mumbled, "but it's okay for a few minutes.  Go 
ahead and take the picture."

"Oh, this is the movie," Jack explained.  "I started the camera 
before I inserted my little toy."  He wiggled it around, and 
Leeza began to realize her body was reacting to his "toy" - as he 
called it - and she found it rather pleasant.  "We have lights 
and camera," Jack continued, "now let's have some action."  He 
turned on the vibrator. 

Even though Jack turned it on at its lowest power, Leeza was 
already so starved for stimulation that the vibrations had a 
dramatic effect on her.  Her pelvis bucked.  Her back arched.  
Her butt came off the table, and she gasped in a startled 
expression of joy!  "Wow!  What a kick in the ass that is!"

Jack smiled, knowing the camera was recording sound as well as 
video.  Then he increased the power, watching while Leeza bucked 
and bounced on the table, sometimes arching upward as if to 
thrust against an unseen lover and sometimes pounding her butt 
against the hard surface of the table as if to increase the 
intensity of the vibrations.  She pulled against the ropes, 
trying to move her arms, then realized she was trapped.  Panic 
surged through her.  She pulled with her legs and found they were 
likewise bound.  Her panic increased the intensity of her 
emotions and bought her to a new level of excitement, as she 
realized she was helpless and could not do anything except 
respond to the vibrations within her.  

At that moment, the words from her husband's note echoed through 
her brain.  He had said for her to enjoy herself.  This was 
certainly not what Mark had in mind, Leeza admitted to herself, 
but this certain qualifies as giving myself over to absolute and 
complete enjoyment.  Orgasm overcame her.  She screamed in 
conjugal joy, loving every vibration of Jack's mechanical toy.

How long it continued, she had no idea.  Nor could she later 
recall how many orgasms had wracked her body.  Neither did she 
realize that the tea she had been happily drinking throughout the 
morning was laced with enough vodka to ease any worries she might 
have had about Jack's suggestions.

And that's why, when he removed the vibrator and began to untie 
her, that she turned her head toward him and asked, "That's it?  
You're not going to screw me?"

"If I could," he grinned, "I sure would, but...," he grimaced and 
busied himself with the knots, "I'm on some medication which 
...well, the doc calls it 'chemically induced erectile 
dysfunction.'  So you're safe."

"I'm sorry," Leeza told him as she rubbed her wrists and then her 
ankles where the ropes had been tied.  "Maybe I...."  She never 
finished.  Instead, Jack interrupted.

"No sympathy stuff here," he snapped.  "I've had enough of that 
from other girls who modeled for me.  Right now, it's quite 
enough for me to look ...and enjoy."  He paused a moment, then 
added, "Which leads me to ask if you would like to see the video 
in which you just starred?"

"Oh, definitely," she laughed.  "I've never seen myself ...ah, in 
action."

Jack sat on the couch, and Leeza sat next to him so both could 
see the little screen on the back of his camera.  The picture was 
quite small, but it was sharp and clear, showing the naked Leeza 
in clear detail as she writhed and twisted on the coffee table, 
struggling against her bonds.  She jerked as she watched Jack 
insert the vibrator, as if feeling it all over again.  Indeed, 
the sensations repeated within her as she saw her naked body 
twist and surge as the vibrator produced erotic emotions within 
her body and mind.  By the time her image on the camera exploded 
in her first orgasm, Leeza was already experiencing another while 
seated on the couch. 

Jack chuckled out loud as she spread her legs and rubbed herself, 
coming again and again on her hand and with her fingers deep 
inside.  

"You're a great neighbor!" Jack assured her.

"And you can be certain," Leeza laughed, as the video ended and 
she finally settled down, "that I will be coming back again."

~~~~~
Continued in Chapter 20


  
Chapter 19 - Leeza's New Adventure