A visit to Mrs Tanner

I got Carol Tanner's address from Pris's desk. It was a Back Bay address. I rubbed my stubbly face and shrugged. They hired me, they get me. I pulled the jalopy out of the garage and listened to the sky grumble. I rolled though my dirty little neighborhood and watched as the paint got newer, the roads less cluttered.

I rolled up to the address and had to scan back and forth to take it all in. You could fit most of my block on the lawn and the rest in the guest rooms. drove in the open gate up a long driveway to a fountain that had automobiles (once they get in that price range, "cars" just doesn't cut it) parked around it. I walked up to the intricately carved doors that were no bigger than a tennis court and knocked using an old bronze ring. I stood there smoking my Lucky when the door opened.

I was expecting a dainty old butler. What I got was an eyefull of a curly long haired brunette that nearly snapped my eyes open permenantly. She had a towel wrapped around her waist and a tight white bikini top that did nothing but push her tits up and out. I didn't know whether to shake her hand or her breasts, since it looked like both were offered to me. Her face was beautiful and definitely Greek. Her smooth, olive skin glistened with water. Must be a pool out back.

"Can I help you, or are you just going to stand there staring at me?" she said in a thick Greek accent, shifting her weight onto a hip. I looked at it. No string showed beneath the towel.

"Well, if you don't mind, I think I will." I said with a leer. She shifted to the other hip. "Mike Reilly. I'm working for Mrs. Tanner. Is she in?" I asked. She held the towel together and put her arm in mine.

"Right this way." She said. I put my arm around her waist and let my fingers run over her smooth skin as she led me through the house. The towel slipped a little. I saw the curve of her hip bone and the beginning of the V of her pubic mound. She saw me staring and smiled. "You like?" she said. I nodded. She let the towel fall away, as if by accident. Shaved smooth with a perfect round ass. She slowly bent down to retrieve the towel, letting her breasts fall forward out of the top a little. "I like you too." she said, and wrapped herself back up.

"Beware Greeks bearing gifts." I muttered as she fluttered away down the hall. She opened a glass door at the end. I could see the pool beyond shimmering in the sunlight. It took my eyes a second to adjust. I spotted her slim hand reach from behind a chair for a green, tall drink; probably a Mojito. The little Greek nymph bit her full, dark lip and swayed in place as I walked passed her. I grinned and tipped my hat. Some girls try too hard. A guy like me is a hunter: I prefer the chase before the kill, so to speak.

I walked up to her side, my pale skin and eyes more accustomed to the light from neon signs and muzzle flashes than to that of the sun setting in the West. She wore a light blue bikini with a towel draped over her hips. I took her in before she knew I was there. Full, firm breasts straining the tight fabric. Nice long legs, her ankles rubbing together slowly, making the towel move. I squinted, and then grinned. She wasn't wearing anything under that towel either. I glanced back toward the door and saw the Greek minx had gone, probably to tease the butler.

I leaned over her, real close, and introduced myself with a sniff and the phrase "Your husband know you eat a lot of pussy, Mrs Tanner?" She opened her eyes and looked at me with a wry smile. She leaned up and pulled my face close to hers. I could almost taste the Greek girl's juices our lips were so close. She bent her neck so her mouth was in my ear, and whispered,

"Of course he does. Why do you think we take in so many European college girls studying here in the area?" She let my shirt collar go and leaned back into her chair. I didn't know what to say to that, so I stepped around to the side and sat down.

"I need a picture of these two. I can't just go by a redhead and a mug as a description." I said, doing my best to keep the image of her legs spread wide over the sides of the seat with a olive skinned Goddess sucking her delicate lips into her mouth, prodding around with her tongue, and maybe her finger...
Ah, Nuts.

She sighed, and drank her Mojito. I watched her slowly raise from the chair, wrapping the towel around herself. I held up her silk robe as she slipped into it, and followed her into the house. "Is your husband around?" I asked, watching her perfect ass sway as she walked.

"Would I be eating out the guests and fucking a private detective if my husband was around? she said casually. I stopped, popped a Lucky in my mouth, and grinned from ear to ear as I followed her up the stairs, watching her shed the robe at the top as she walked into the master bedroom.