He snorted and got down on his knees in order to get a closer look at her cunt and inner thighs. He held tightly to his cock and pumped his hand up and down the length of it, all the while staring at the lovely sight of her open legs. He thought of what it would be like to put his cock there, to have it resting against her silky flesh, to have it rubbing the leather garters, which he could see clearly now. He wanted to thrust it into her wet cunt. He masturbated himself on his hands and knees, while she continued to fill out the application and finger herself.
CHAPTER II
When Wanda came to the last question, which asked for references from people outside of her intimate family, she filled in all the lines but one. She wanted to use Alice Long's name but wasn't sure that Alice would reply if Mr. White wrote to her for a reference. Alice was probably still mad.
The longer she pondered listing Alice's name, the more engrossed she became in memories of her. The memories were so powerful, so fresh in her mind that just thinking about them was like stepping back into her recent past.
Alice Long was a middle-aged dowager of great wealth. She was as beautiful as she was withdrawn. She lived in Greenwich Village on West Ninth Street in a lovely-and very expensive-three-story brownstone.
Wanda had met Mrs. Long, as she called herself, at the graduation ceremonies of her college. Mrs. Long was an alumna and a sponsor of several girls majoring in history, of whom Wanda was the most promising.
The two women had liked each other immensely from the beginning. Wanda found Mrs. Long ("please call me Alice, won't you, Wanda?") pleasant, inspiring and an excellent conversationalist. She also found her terribly sexy and exciting.
Wanda, try as she did, was unable to deny the wild sensations that flowed over her body at the mere thought of being intimate with Mrs. Long… with Alice.