This was stupid, she told herself. Sheila leaned back against the pillow, letting the phone book fall from her lap. She closed her eyes again and tried to picture the expression on Walt's face were he to open his door and see her standing there. What would she say?

"Hi! I've come for my fuck?" That would be why she was there, wouldn't it? He would know it, whatever she said. Her pussy quivered as she imagined him leading her inside and looking down over her heaving tits. She could imagine the way his cock would swell inside his pants as he led her to his couch. No, he wouldn't waste time, not since he would know exactly what she came for. He'd take her to his bedroom.

Stop this! Her conscience screwed at her. She had to stop thinking like this! This was a one-way street. This wouldn't do at all. Yet it was so pleasant to dream. The lovely redhead closed her eyes once more and breathed deeply, imagining Walt's hands running softly over her tits, his fingers turning her nipples into panting buttons of shimmering pleasure. She tingled at the thought of his hand caressing her pussy until he had her gushing like crazy. She pictured him pulling his big pecker from his pants and inviting her to fondle it. She mopped the perspiration from her forehead as her breath became suddenly rapid once again. Her heart pounded in excitement. Her breasts swelled luxuriously. Her pussy tingled and throbbed.

He would give a slow, thorough balling. He would screw her like they described it in the books. He would give her one of those fucks that Ruby always talked about. She would roll with him. Oh, would she ever rock and throb as they pumped frantically and completely against each other.

Sheila jumped up from the bed. She forced herself to stop thinking like that. She had to stop this. If she didn't, she would be unable to resist the nearness of that apartment where he was waiting.