Emile Bosch

Beverly Hills vixens

CHAPTER ONE

CULTIVATING THE GARDNER

Kim had awakened early, when the mist was still rising from the swimming pool outside her bedroom door. Her husband had already gone off to work, he put in such long hours. She decided she'd go for a little swim, just to get herself fully awake and ready to start the day.

She got out of bed in her long sleeping gown, pulled open the sliding glass door and walked out onto the patio. It was a beautiful morning in Beverly Hills, a glorious day to spend money. She thought she might go to some ritzy stores on Rodeo Drive. After all, what was the use of having money if you didn't spend it. And spending money was the second thing Kim was very good at.

She strode to the side of the pool and dipped her foot into the water. Ah, just right. About bath temperature (the pool was heated, of course). She reached down to the hem of her gown and lifted it over her head. She was nude underneath. For a moment, she studied her naked reflection in the glass door.

Red bouncy hair tumbled down about her graceful, white shoulders. She had large breasts, the tips of which curved slightly-upward due to her last cosmetic operation. She found out that with enough money, anyone could have the perfect body. The trick was to exercise a bit every day and spend more time shopping than working. She lifted her breasts and examined the large round nipples. Even when she herself handled her breasts, she could begin to feel the juices flow between her thighs. Her hands massaged her flat little tummy, then wandered down to the fiery little triangle of red hair below. Her hands smoothed over her pubis, then one little finger slipped in between her pussy lips. Ahh, she was wet and dripping, and so early in the morning! Alas, her poor hard-working husband wasn't there to service her. In fact, he was hardly ever home, always at that damn office of his. Oh, well, she thought, someone has to make the money.

She walked over to the shallow side of the pool and sat down beside it, her long legs dipping into the water. She thought she should take a swim, but she didn't think she could swim a stroke without getting a few strokes up her snatch. Goodness, she yearned for a nice big cock.

But even money couldn't buy everything when you wanted it. She'd have to make do. With her legs dangling in the water, she leaned back on an air mattress beside the pool, and bean slowly stroking her pussy with her ands. Oooh, that was good. So good. One hand held open her pussy lips, while the fingers on the other hand found her pink exposed clit and began rubbing against it. As one of her girlfriend had explained at lunch at the Polo Lounge a few afternoon ago, this was "clitoriffic".

Her hand began stroking her clitoris faster and faster. Her hips began grinding and moving against the plastic air mattress. While one hand played with her pussy, her other hand began massaging her heavy breasts, pulling at the nipples, slowly moving in circles. The warm of the sun's early morning light felt good on her skin. She inserted one of her fingers up her snatch. It was no way near the size of the dick she wished was pushed up there at the present, but it would have to do for now.