Nineteen days! God, how I’d missed him. Especially at night! I’d become so used to his warmth next to me that l found sleeping difficult without him. I’d lain awake for countless hours regretting my decision not to join him.
Again and again, I’d relived our closeness — the way he’d kiss my cheek so softly; the way he can wrap his tongue around my nipples as he draws them into his mouth; the way that, regardless of my mood, he could always make me come, willingly or not!
Inevitably, I’d end up masturbating two, three or four times until I was so relaxed I couldn’t stop sleep from taking me. Then I’d spend the next few hours dreaming about him… good dreams and bad. The best were full of love and passion, softness and kisses or hardness and lust. And so were the worst of them except that in those, I wasn’t his partner. Then I’d wake fearful and stressed — too upset to have any hope of returning to sleep.
But no more. He’d just called from the airport before getting on the plane. He’d be mine again in less than four hours. And with his phone promises and my intentions, I was going to make up for lost time. I was going to make sure it was a homecoming to remember. He’d think a hundred times before planning his next ‘own space holiday’!
I quickly scanned the latest batch of mail in case anything really needed my attention — as opposed to the hundreds a day that didn’t, answered two, sent a general distribution note saying that I wouldn’t be back today, and logged off. I picked up my mobile phone, reached down for my handbag and swung my chair away from my desk, anxious to leave.
You know how sometimes life moves into slow motion‘? The camera pans the scene frame by frame so that you can catch every minute nuance and detail. This was one of those times!
I watched the phone slip from my hand. I observed as it dived intentionally (a perfect “10” without pike) toward the half-finished, long cold cappuccino I’d ordered hours ago as a lunch substitute. Finally, I witnessed phone, cup and contents moving from desk to floor. Damn! Damn! Damn!
Real time! I grabbed a handful of tissues from the box I keep on my desk, knelt down and started saving the carpet.
“Here, let me do it, Ms Arnold”, came an all too familiar voice. It was our cuter than cute office boy, Andy — the kind of young kid you want to take home and feed and… whatever.
“It’s o.k. Andy. Typical though, the greater the hurry, the less speed and all that”.
“It’s actually ‘more haste, less speed’ Ms Arnold.”
“I know that, Andy!” I said with a harshness built out of stress. “The last thing I need right now is an English lesson.”
“l’m sorry Ms Arnold. I didn’t mean…”
“That’s ok, Andy. I didn’t mean to snap like that. I was trying to get out of here for a meeting,” I said, raising my eyes to see an acute degree of embarrassment engulfing him.
Guilt swept over me as I concluded that his discomfort came from my rebuke. But then the light came on. He was embarrassed because I’d caught him! The little devil had had a grandstand view of my cleavage for the last couple of minutes. Worse! He undoubtedly had an even better view of my knickers, for my skirt had ridden quite high during my frenetic activity. Oh, God! Worse yet, I realized, as I remembered the lingerie I’d put on that morning.
I refuse to wear anything ordinary anyway — believing that if you feel beautiful underneath, you’ll positively glow on the outside. But, I’d really excelled myself that morning knowing that the day was special. I’d selected an absolutely spectacular set made from the sheerest white cotton, the bra cut very low and the knickers, cami-style, cut very high and very loose. One of my favourite fantasies — often acted out – is being had while I am still partly or wholly dressed. Cami-knickers are the perfect prop!
The trouble was that I’ll bet Andy could see a lot more than my knickers! I smiled. What else could I do? It was one of those half-shy, half-embarrassed, ‘what do we do next’ type of smiles.
“Andy, maybe you should get some tissues and help me after all. It’s a bit awkward with you up there.”
“Sorry, Ms Arnold. Sure. Sorry,” he mumbled, reaching for the box and kneeling down beside me.
With his head down and his eyes on the carpet, I decided to take the opportunity to stand – hopefully with a degree of dignity, and get my skirt down to where it should be. Another mistake! My hemline was now well above Andy’s line of sight. As Andy unconsciously followed my movements, it was obvious that he was seeing all that any healthy teenage boy dreamed about!
“Andy! Concentrate on the carpet. You’re embarrassing me,” I said in what I hoped was a stern voice that I didn’t really feel. Actually, I was starting to enjoy the situation. It was both hilarious and erotic. Andy was speechless. The mouth was open but the words were frozen. I suspect the blood he needed to make his brain work had all drained to fill his erection!
“Get up, Andy. Come on. We’ve done the best we can. The cleaner will get out anything else. Come on,” I said, offering my hand to help him up.
He hesitated, overcome with coyness, then took my hand and stood. As I helped him up, I couldn’t resist the temptation ~ I let our hands brush my right breast. I actually felt his arm tense. Cute!
He quickly stepped back, strategically dropping both hands, clasping them in front of, what I hoped, was seriously uncomfortable evidence of lust.
‘Ok, Andy! It’s been fun but I gotta go. We should do it again some time.” I gave him one of my better smiles which turned to an easy laugh. “I won’t be back today.”
“Sure, Ms Arnold. Is there anything I can do for you while you’re gone?”
“No, Andy. I think we’ve done as much damage as we can for one day.” I watched as his face clouded with confusion. “Only joking, Andy. Smile! See you tomorrow, eh.”
With that I turned, walked to the elevator, pushed the down button and stared very deliberately at the closed doors in front of me. I knew he hadn’t moved an inch and was still watching me.
The lift doors opened. Empty, thank God. I stepped in, waited impatiently until the doors had shut and started shaking with laughter. Within an hour, I’d moved from mere mortal to Sex Goddess! A man on a plane threatening endless pleasures tonight and a boy ‘creaming his jeans’ at the sight of me. I’ve read that a woman’s sensuality peaks when she’s about 35. If this was a hint of the future, the next two, three or four years are going to be a lot of fun! Look out World… I am Woman!
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Thankfully, the traffic was light. I tried to concentrate on my driving and not my very communicative body. My nipples, always sensitive, had found every fibre in my bra and converted them to tiny fingers. My “treasure”, his name for it, was singing it’s own sonata — and I can tell you, it was one hell of a love song!
I got home in less than 20 minutes. As always, my babies, Bella and Fonti — both miniature Schnauzers, were all over me with excitement.
“Hullo, my little darlings. What have you two terrorists been up to while Mummy’s been at work? Did you miss me? Guess who’s coming home tonight? Daddy! Yes, Daddy.”
It was a word they knew so well. After all, he was the one who was always prepared to chase them through the house — despite my protestations; wrestle with them — despite my fears of what a 90-kilogram, 185 cm tall human could do to my 3 and 4 kilogram angels; and put them in their favourite place — the car, even if he was only moving it from the driveway to the garage. Yes, Daddy was coming home and all of us were excited!
“Come on, I’ll give you a treat and then you’ll have to let me get ready.”
I walked into the kitchen, put down my handbag and reached up for their cookies. The action was enough to start my nipples tingling all over again. God, was I horny or what? I gave them each a cookie and watched as they savoured every crumb.
“Ok, you two, I want to look prettier tonight than your Dad’s ever seen me. He’ll never go away without us again, will he? I’m going to take a long bath, get really relaxed, and then find the sexiest clothes I own. Will I give you two a bath, too? Would you like that? Bath?”
If you ever want to make a mini Schnauzer disappear, that’s the magic word. Bath! It works every time. They’d be in the farthest corner of the yard for the next hour!
I walked into the bedroom and turned to the wardrobe. I looked at my image reflected in the mirrored doors. I love mirrors. I love to watch myself as I’m being loved. I love to watch my man as I’m loving him. The mirrors let me imagine I’m looking at someone else having a wonderful time while I am too. This whole bedroom wall is all mirrors. I slid back one of the doors and started going through my dresses.
It had to be a dress and it had to be a short, sleeveless dress. I wanted him to see as much of me as possible and to know what he’d been missing. Bastard! Yes — that one. Perfect! I removed a little black and gold dress that I knew always excited him. It’s one of those dresses you can’t sit down in. Well, not without causing a sensation, anyway.
I laid the dress on the bed and then opened one of my lingerie drawers — the drawer where I keep the best of my very best. I wanted to feel like an offering tonight… the virgin sacrifice. A bit hard in black, I admit, but I wasn’t going to change my mind on the dress.
I found the perfect set, also black and gold. Both the bra and knickers are see-through and there is a sweet little camisole that pretends to make it all decent. I put those on the bed beside the dress. Then I laid down beside the clothes with my feet still on the floor. I lifted my head to look at myself in the mirror.
“Is this what Andy could see,” I verbalized as I saw myself exposed, knickers covering almost nothing. I parted my legs a little.
“Did I get you all hard, Andy? Could you see a touch of pink, Andy… even a little wetness? Did you like it, Andy? I did! Maybe we will do it again,” I admitted to myself. “After all,” I continued, “if I’m going to be the virgin offering tonight, shouldn’t I also be offered a virgin in return? I assume you are a virgin, Andy?”
I let a hand move over my breasts and down over my mound until it found the end of my skirt. Still watching, I moved my knickers aside and felt myself. I was aching to be loved. “Soon!” I promised myself.
Still laying down, I unbuttoned my blouse. I watched the girl in the mirror expose her pretty breasts in her pretty bra. I sat up so that I could admire her cleavage. I could see the darkness of her nipples so clearly, so nicely, through the sheer fabric.
The girl in the mirror stood, drew down the zipper on her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it and turned side on.
“Would Andy like that?” I asked myself as I let the girl in the mirror free her breasts. The bra dropped to join the skirt on the floor. The breasts are full but still sit high, the nipples large and inviting. The girl in the mirror turned back, cupped each breast and then pinched each nipple to hardness.
I watched as she moved both hands over her slim hips until they reached her thighs. Her left hand then pulled the fabric aside as the right hand touched the treasure I ached to have touched. I admired the glistening pinkness of her slit as her finger moved slowly along the length of her lips. I watched in fascination as she raised her finger and placed it in my mouth. I could taste her wetness… her essence… her being. And I loved it.
“It’s time to get ready, my dear,” she said to me. “He’s coming home, remember? Time to run that bath and prepare the virgin!”
I laughed at myself. I laughed at my “Andy fantasy”. I laughed knowingly at the girl in the mirror. Tonight I wouldn’t need anything but the smell, warmth, lust and love of my man.
I moved into the main bathroom and bent to start the bath. I felt the weight of my breasts as they fell forward and thanked my parents, yet again, for the generosity of their gene pool. Without thought I placed a hand over each and marveled at my level of arousal. I straightened. The girl in the mirror pinched her nipples. I watched them darken and harden. Oh, so pretty!
I waited until there were about two inches of hot water in the tub and then I adjusted the tap to a warm, gentle flow. I stepped in and lay down. Then I moved my body toward the tap until my legs were following the wall and my treasure was positioned immediately under the tap and it’s caressing flow. I parted my lips to fully expose my jewel. Overcome with pleasure, I closed my eyes.
Within moments, wave after building wave moved through me. So exquisite. So soft. Yet so demanding and forceful. The water lapped and licked, caressed and cajoled. I rocked, moaned and soared with the explosion.
“Thank you, Aquarius, thank you.”
Still enveloped in thoughts of my man, Andy and other vaguer, but no less sensual images, I edged back from the flow and let the bath continue to fill. “Now, that’s one appetizer that’ll never spoil my appetite!” I said to the girl in the mirror. She smiled back at me.
I’ve heard some people say that they don’t like baths. What is there not to like? I love the way the water draws away the day’s toil as it gently cleans my body. I can stay there for hours, occasionally draining some water and adding more hot. But not that day. Time was knocking at the bathroom door.
The girl in the mirror watched as I quickly toweled myself, paying extra attention to my under-arms and my treasure. I then used my epilator to make sure I was as smooth as a mannequin. Finally, I stepped into the shower, washed and conditioned my hair and then watched as a mix of conditioner, water and remnant thoughts of Andy escaped through the waste in the floor.
Dry once again, I returned to the bedroom. I picked up my lotion and inspected myself in the mirror as I applied it. A perfect virgin with a perfectly hairless body. For a moment I even wondered if I should shave my head. I laughed out loud. It would be fun for a night but I could visualize — all too clearly — the years it would take me to get it back to the length both he and I liked.
I reached for my bra and put that on first, followed by the camisole, all the while watching my image. The camisole reached only as far as my hips. My mound stood proudly exposed. I then reached for and pulled on the knickers, then the dress. I never wear tights and this dress was way too short for stockings.
I studied, first myself, and then my movements. If I moved ‘so’, my dress came up high enough to show a hint of knickers. I reached up, as though opening a curtain and saw a dark “V” appear from beneath my dress. I removed my knickers and repeated the charade. My initial reaction was that it was too much, too obvious – hardly the way a virgin would act! But then, he does love it if I go anywhere knicker-less! In truth, so do I… the risk of being ‘seen’ is very stimulating. In fact, at such times I even find myself crossing and uncrossing my legs far more than I usually would. Committed, I returned the knickers to their drawer.
I put on a simple gold necklace, bracelet and anklet, my perfume and lipstick and then went out to the kitchen. It was definitely time for a glass of bubbly! I reached up to take a couple of glasses from the shelf. I felt my dress ride up my thighs and then over my bottom. I could visualize the look on his face!
“Just my glass for now,” I said to myself. “Somehow, I think it will be much more rewarding to get his when he’s here!” I was so looking forward to his arrival. To that first kiss. To being held and loved.
As if on cue, I heard a car pull into the drive. His taxi! The dogs — bath fears forgotten, came careering through the pet door in full howl, ready to protect me from whatever intruder was daring to trespass. I put the still empty glass on the bench and followed them. The three of us stood at the closed door waiting — them ready to kill with loyalty, me with love!
I heard the car pull back down the drive and then a shuffle of feet at the entry. I pulled the door wide and froze in disappointment. His face was one magnificent smile, but he wasn’t alone!
My angels hid my disappointment. They leapt into doggie paradise. Daddy was home and there was also someone they could kill. They didn’t know which to do first so settled for leaping, yelping, barking, growling and trying to look threatening all at the same time.
“Hi, Beautiful! I’ve sure been missing you. This is Peter. He’s Austrian. We met in Kakadu. He wanted to see this part of the country as well, so I’ve invited him to stay with us for a few days. I hope you don’t mind?” All this delivered with that same magnificent, disarmingly boyish smile. He came forward, took my face with the hand that wasn’t holding his backpack, kissed me and then stepped past me into the house.
Mind? Of course I minded! I minded a lot! In fact, I was outright pissed about it. Away for nineteen days and he arrives with a house-guest! Why would I mind? All my plans for the night ruined. No wild reunion, only a candlelit dinner for three. Mind? Not me. Much!
A part of me was still composed enough to acknowledge Peter’s greeting — warm and supported by a broad grin. His attention was immediately diverted by my two remaining allies who, I suspect having felt my change of mood, began a mock attack. Peter immediately dropped to his knees and held out his hand to them in a submissive gesture. Puffed with pride over their obvious effect, my allies became instant traitors as they crowded around him.
“Oh, that’s great!” I exclaimed without thought.
Peter looked up at me and then let his eyes move back down my body. Not far, but far enough to make me know that, for the second time that day, I had no more secrets left to share!
My hands instinctively pressed my dress against me, as I felt the heat of embarrassment rising but was saved from any further humiliation by a voice calling from inside the house.
“Are you two going to come inside or just stand out there and exchange cards?”
I reclaimed whatever dignity I could and stepped back from the doorway, hoping my expression looked a lot friendlier than it felt!
Peter stood, picked up his bag and stepped into our entry hall. But instead of continuing into the house, he turned to face me. Only inches separated us as he spoke… “He has spoken of nothing but you since we met. Now I understand why. You are magnificent — all of you.” Without waiting to see my reaction, he turned and was gone.
“Come on Peter, I’ll show you where your bedroom is. You can put your stuff away and take a shower while I do some explaining.”
So! At least he had a conscience! He’d got the message, it seemed.
I walked to our bedroom and stood in front of the mirror once more. The girl there was clearly unhappy. She certainly didn’t feel “magnificent”. In fact, she felt unloved and deserted. Even the dogs were ‘out with the boys’! I was wondering what clothes I’d change to when he finally walked through the doorway. I swung around to face him and swung at him in the same movement, managing a pathetic blow to his shoulder.
“You bastard! How could you do that? Don’t you have any idea of how it’s been for me while you’ve been gone? Jesus Christ! To think I came home early to prepare myself for you. What a waste of time. I should have just stayed at work!”
The words and abuse continued as I looked at him through eyes filled with tears of disappointment, disillusionment and rage. Ignoring my blows, he came forward and held me tight against him.
“My darling girl, I missed you more than I’ve missed anything in my life. I am so glad to be back. You look so beautiful. Please don’t be angry. I promise Peter will fit in. He’s really adaptable and a great guy. We’ve got so many stories to tell you.”
He kissed my cheek softly, breathed in my perfume and nuzzled into my hair. I felt his hands moving down my back and over my bottom. His hands explored, through the fabric. Experienced hands that knew there was nothing underneath. I felt him sliding the fabric higher. Even through my anger, I wanted his touch.
“And that, my sweet lady, is especially beautiful.” He was obviously watching us in the mirror, seeing what I had planned for him to see, not his friend. I struggled away from him.
“A lot of difference it makes! I’ve got to change now anyway, thanks to Herr Peter! Not that there’s much of me he hasn’t already seen, thanks to you!”
“Thanks to me? What are you talking about? Come on now, no secrets.”
“It’s hardly a secret. I’m just thankful he didn’t have his camera handy!” I explained what had happened – including Peter’s comments – expecting indignation or, at the very least, support. Instead, he burst out laughing.
“See, I told you he’d fit right in! Sweetheart, don’t change. Don’t do a thing. No panties, nothing different. You look so lovely. Stay like this. Please. I’m asking you — for me.”
He pushed me back as he spoke so that I had no choice but to move on to the bed. He knelt in front of me and moved my knees apart. He bent forward and kissed the inside of my right thigh, simultaneously placing his hands behind my knees and lifting them. I was fully exposed to him. He moved his tongue the length of my lips, stopping just short of my jewel.
“You taste fantastic. S0 sexy,” he whispered. “What have you been up to, eh?”
I felt his tongue probe deeper as I murmured, “Wouldn’t you like to know. Maybe you should have been here to save me.”
His head came up. “If I give you the surprise of your life, will you tell me?”
Instead of answering, I pushed his head back down and waited until I was rewarded by the pleasure of his lips around my jewel.
“For the surprise of my life,” I breathed, “I’ll tell you anything!”
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He sat back with a Cheshire cat expression. Bad oral sex is great. Great oral sex — and he was great — always made me very bad! My orgasm had been enough to ‘move the earth’ for the whole neighbourhood.
“Don’t go anywhere! And do not change. I’m just going to take a quick shower and then we’ll have a glass of bubbly. Promise?”
I promised, asked him to at least shut the bedroom door and then lay there listening to the sounds of him showering in our en-suite. It’s amazing how one good orgasm can iron out an awful lot of anger. I was glad to have him home… house-guest or not.
I considered changing — as much to punish him as anything, but decided I did feel deliciously naughty dressed as I was. I walked into the en-suite, sat on the only seat in the room — the toilet — and watched. He turned off the water, stepped out and reached to take a fresh towel from the rack above my head. Never a girl to miss an opportunity, I reached out and took his cock in my hand.
He stopped mid-movement, looked down at me and said, “Is there something you want Ma’am? If so, I assure you, you have my undivided attention.”
In answer, I leaned forward and took all of him in to my mouth. Like a switch, I could feel him start to swell and harden. As my mouth started to fill, I moved it back, sliding my lips slowly and softly up and down the shaft, using my tongue to caress the sensitive underside, until he was fully erect. Then I stood, put one foot up on to the toilet and tried to pull him in to me. He pulled back, refusing to co-operate even though lust was written clearly all over him.
“Not so fast, my little princess. A woman in need, is a woman indeed! Do you need it, my darling? Do you? Do you want to be loved? Are you ready to use and be used?”
What I wanted was his cock! I wanted to feel it deep inside me — every centimetre of it. I wanted to feel it thrusting in and out of me, filling me. I tried to pull him close again so that I could have him.
“Not yet, beautiful. First, the surprise! Patience brings it’s own rewards,” he said, taking my head in his hands and kissing me, very softly at first and then with a hunger that made me know that he loved me. My heart was pounding and so was my jewel. Both needed attention.
He stepped back again, saying, “Come on, don’t I get a glass of bubbly or something to celebrate with? Let me put something on and we’ll go and get one.” Without waiting for a response, he stepped past me into the bedroom. He went to the wardrobe and selected a stunning kimono we’d bought him when we had visited Japan the year before. He slipped it on, tied the sash and then combed back his dark, still very wet hair. He looked every part the Samurai warrior!
He came over to where I stood, took my hand, opened the bedroom door and started toward the kitchen. I hesitated, looking around for the intruder.
Obviously more attuned to my thinking than I realized, the Samurai said, “Relax… he knows I want a little time alone with you. He’s probably taking a nap. I guarantee you’ll be glad he’s here before today ends”.
I started to open my mouth but decided to take advantage of whatever time we had. We had arrived in the kitchen. “Why don’t I sit right here and watch while you get down a couple of glasses? Then I’ll watch again as you bend to get the champagne. I’d like that!” He said.
God, I thought, am I that predictable? But I duly complied, reaching much higher and bending much lower than I needed to.
While still bent reaching for the champagne, I moved my feet apart and swayed my hips from side to side. “Does Master San like what humble Geisha offers?” I asked demurely.
“Master San loves what Geisha offers. Adores what Geisha offers. Wants what Geisha offers. Master San has traveled many miles to be with his Geisha. Master San has bought a special gift for Geisha.”
I stayed in that position as he stood and walked over until he was pressed against me. Then he reached around me and lifted the champagne from the shelf. Not quite what I had in mind!
I turned to face him. He was standing with his back against the sink, framed by the window, the late afternoon sunglow making him appear like a god. I walked over and pressed myself into him. He put down the champagne, tilted my head back and kissed me, oh, so sweetly, again and again. His hands caressing me. His lips on my lips, breathing each other’s breath. I could feel him hardening against me. I could feel my own wetness building again.
He held me far enough away from him to be able to lean forward to kiss the tops of my breasts. I felt his tongue moving into my bra, seeking my left nipple, while his left hand found my slit. I felt through the opening of his Kimono and found his beautiful sword, unsheathed and anxious. I drew it out into the light and held it with both hands.
He raised his head, took mine in his hands again and rested his forehead against mine. I looked up at him and heard him whisper, “I love you.”
At the very same moment, I felt another body move against me from behind. Arms came around me. Hitherto unknown hands cupped my breasts. I tried to pull back, away, to be free, but my Samurai held me firmly and repeated, “I love you.” His lips sought mine.
I pressed into him as the body behind pressed into me. I could feel strange fingers exploring my breasts, circling my nipples. Despite my fears, I felt overwhelmed with desire. I closed my eyes and opened my lips further to accept the endless kisses my love was offering.
I could feel my Samurai’s sword hard against my belly. I reached behind and found a second shaft. I felt my dress lifted and that shaft move lower, trying to find its way between my legs, seeking its target. I felt my feet being forced apart, my hips being pulled back, providing a more accommodating position. And then I felt that shaft slide home.
I was swept away.
Part Two – Andy
“No, Andy. I think we’ve done as much damage as we can for one day.”
“Only joking, Andy. Smile! See you tomorrow, eh.”
I watched the elevator doors close. I was feeling a weird mix of embarrassment and lust. “She is so fucking gorgeous!” I mumbled. My cock was doing the talking… half erect and screaming for release.
“Why am I torturing myself?” I asked aloud. But I couldn’t focus on anything other than that throbbing. I had to sneak away and pleasure myself before my brain exploded. “Better my cock than my brain”, I mumbled.
I made my way to the bathroom and found myself an empty stall where I settled in. I convinced myself that somehow it was Ms. Arnold’s fault. She was the one who had provoked me with everything she had done, intentional or not.
If only she had done that because she felt the same way I did about her. I ached for her; I was so hard for her it was hurting. Was it wrong that I blamed her for my situation?
Being there all alone and so horny, I allowed my thoughts to return to her. Without a doubt, I wanted Ms. Arnold and it was that desire that had driven me to the state of arousal I found myself in.
I unzipped my pants and let my cock out. It was so hard and had lengthened to its full capacity. I closed my eyes and imagined her oh so sexy eyes staring back at me, full of need and desire just as I was for her.
I imagined how it would feel if she took my swollen cock in her hands. I relived the way I saw her beauty exposed in that sexy, see-through lingerie. Damn! I couldn’t stop myself. I let myself imagine her mouth sucking hard on me.
My need to come was greater than I had ever experienced! I took my cock into my hands. I felt my body temperature rise a little higher. My desire for her drove my hands to start movement up and down my shaft. I imagined her beautiful face smiling down on me as she whispered, “I want you, Andy!” She was so hard to resist. Our connection felt so real.
I imagined myself sliding the bra strap off her shoulder to reveal her nipple, darkened and perky with her lust for me.
I let out a soft moan as I tightened the grip around my cock. I felt the pleasure intensify; the feeling was too sweet to fathom but I wasn’t quite ready to allow myself to come. I wanted to enjoy the moment for as long as I could. Experience had taught me that the reward for my patience would be a mind-blowing orgasm and that was my mission.
I let my thoughts rage on as I saw myself with my lips wrapped around her exposed nipple. They were quite sensitive as her reaction gave her away.
I went ahead and gently took the other strap and slowly removed it until her other breast was revealed – fleshy, firm with gorgeous large, hard nipples.
I caressed her nipples with my hands and tongue while, in reality, my hand continued to massage my cock with long, slow strokes. I had taken the tempo down a little because I wasn’t willing to hit my climax so soon. I wanted to savour the moment. It felt as though she was really there with me.
I imagined her pushing her sexy breasts together for me, making a tight channel, and then she told me to slide my cock between them as she wrapped her breasts around me. All this while, my hand continued to caress my shaft. The feeling was pure ecstasy.
My fantasy went on as she let my hand slide into her mound. I found it so wet and it was all just for me!
Then she took my cock into her hands and said, “You’re so big, Andy! I want to put it back in my mouth and suck it.”
I imagined the lovely feeling of her lips around my cock, her lips pursed, as she plunged me deeply inside her mouth as I groaned in pleasure.
In and out as she sucked in my imagination, I massaged my cock in sync and it felt so good!
In my fantasy Ms. Arnold and I were a perfect match. She had taken off her knickers and widened her legs for me and I could clearly see her pretty pussy. It was glistening from her wetness.
I imagined myself softly touching her clit in circular motions as she gasped at my touch. I slid a finger inside her. Her eyes widened and I commit all that to memory as I went on pleasuring my own self.
In that moment I couldn’t help but wonder, “Did Ms. Arnold enjoy her breasts being fondled and nipples pinched? Is she the naughty type that could swallow my cum? Would she let me spank her? Did she have a dirty little girl in her who could touch herself and let me watch?”
It was as if my cock was screaming at me. I imagined myself being inside Ms. Arnold, our hips thrusting together as I fucked her. As I thought of myself thrusting deep inside her, my hands slid down my hardness. When my hand slid up, I pictured myself pumping in and out of her pussy. I found my rhythm with her in my thoughts.
I wanted to hold on to the fantasy for as long as I could but it reached a point I could no longer keep my orgasm at bay. I finally gave in and I allowed myself to come.
I imagined myself looking into her eyes as I released, my whole body shook as I exploded with pleasure. Cum shot out of me as though a dam had burst. My body shook and spasmed as wave after rapid wave of intense pleasure washed over me. I have – by far – the strongest orgasm of my life!
I’m not sure if I thought it or said it but the words. “Thank you Ms Arnold”, seemed to echo around the cubicle.
I sat quietly on the toilet seat waiting to catch my breath. When my breathing steadied, I cleaned myself up and put my cock safely back in my pants and zipped up. I felt so relieved, in all honesty, I couldn’t deny it, and I loved what had just happened.
I opened the door, looked around for any sign of anyone who might have been listening but, thankfully, the bathroom was empty apart from me and my carnality.
I walked to the sink to wash my hands. Far too late, I realized how embarrassing it would have been to be overheard!
When I was satisfied that I was alone, I walked towards the mirror at the sink. I looked up and faced the young man in the mirror, and silently I studied myself. My face was still flushed but my eyes looked renewed and full of life. I smiled at myself, somewhat pleased for no particular reason.
Little did I know that that was the beginning of a new journey to untold desires… that it was the first chapter to the many fantasies that lay in wait for me. It might seem like a nasty habit but desire is such a strong force and once you get a taste, there is no going back.
As much as I had managed to satisfy myself to the best of my capability, I wasn’t content. Something was still missing. There was some emptiness that could only be filled by her. I wished I could see her face. “I have to see her”, I told myself.
As I made my way back to my desk I started thinking of a good excuse for me to show up at her doorstep. I managed to recall that during one of our conversations she had casually mentioned that her partner was away on a business trip. Was it a hint she had dropped? I smiled at the thought.
I somehow managed to come up with a perfect excuse; there was a document on my desk that needed her signature. It could wait until the tomorrow, but I decided that I was going to take it to her house for her to sign.
The excuse was that I had only seen it after she had left and that I wasn’t sure if she’d come in to work early enough the following day and it was something I needed to get processed first thing in the morning.
It sounded corny but I didn’t care, I was determined to see her that evening, I needed something of her to take me through the night.
I finished the work that couldn’t be put off, mumbled a ‘goodbye’ to those still working and headed to my car.
My head remained full of tantalizing possibilities as I drove toward her home. As I turned into her street, I started to question my sanity. I started to drive past her house but stopped two houses further up the street.
I turned off the engine and the headlights. ‘Will I or won’t I… yes or no’? I grabbed the folder off the passenger seat and lurched out of the car like a drunk. ‘It’s now or never, man’, I mumbled.
I made my way to her house, steeling myself to knock, but just before I could get to the door, I hesitated. What if she isn’t alone?
Instead of knocking, I stepped off the path and moved toward the nearest window and peered through the partially closed blinds.
I found I was looking into her bedroom! I could see her quite clearly. She was laying on the bed.
At first I thought my eyes were deceiving me, Was Ms. Arnold really touching herself? Did I really hear her calling my name or were my fantasies getting the better of me?
I watched her as she slowly parted her legs revealing a little of the pink of her mound. Damn! She was wet! I could see the moisture! I could even see her clit! It was dark and swollen.
I stood immobilized, my eyes glued on her beautiful, oh so sexy body.
I felt my throat go dry as I watched her playfully move her hand over her breasts and then slowly downwards until she reached her pussy. She ran her finger up and down her wetness and then she slid that finger inside her jewel.
My heart was pounding and my cock was throbbing again. I felt lightheaded with excitement mixed with the fear of being caught looking at Ms. Arnold through her bedroom window.
For a moment I thought she knew I was watching as she began to take off her clothes in what looked like a strip tease. As she still lay there, she slowly unbuttoned her shirt exposing her sexy, low-cut bra that highlighted her lovely cleavage. I wanted so badly to kiss and fondle those breasts!
Then she sat up and stared into the mirror, her back facing me but her beauty perfectly mirrored.
‘What if she sees me,’ I wondered. “Can she see me in the mirror too?” I felt fear overtaking me. This was insane! I had to go!
But just as I started to move away, she slowly unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the ground. Then she unhooked her bra, sliding it off her shoulders, uncapping her breasts and letting the bra fall to join the skirt on the floor.
I watched as she stood there looking in the mirror turning from side to side. The sight of her was so breathtaking! Her breasts were more beautiful than I had earlier imagined and her nipples were darkened. She was so obviously horny!
I was dying to be in there with her. I wanted to suckle on those nipples, to wrap my tongue around them and make her go crazy for me.
As if she could read my mind, she took her breasts in each hand and pinched each nipple until they turned hard. Then she moved her hands from her breasts, slowly down her hips and onto her thighs. She pushed her knickers to one side, once again exposing her treasure.
I watched in wonder as she gently caressed the lips of her pussy. My erection literally ached with the need to be inside her.
But now that I had seen everything, including how she moved and touched herself so sensually, I began wondering if my lack of experience with women would be enough to please a real woman like the goddess on the other side of the window. A couple of backseat quickies and lots of hand work hardly made me Cassanova!
But the pinkness of her mound looked so moist and inviting. My jaw dropped as I watched her take her finger from her pussy and place it into her mouth. Damn! “Was she teasing me?”
It all seemed like a dream come true, I wanted to be the one tasting her juices. I was lost in her world and I was enjoying every moment of it even though my own manhood was threatening to burst my zipper open.
How was it that this one woman was capable of getting me so hard, so many times in just a few hours?
I watched her disappear into the bathroom and I desperately wished I could follow her in there. She left me standing there conflicted in thoughts. I didn’t know whether to stand there and wait for her to get back or to just leave. After all I had seen enough for the day, hadn’t I?
Some blood finally reached my brain and sanity reappeared. I quietly made my way back to my car. But instead of driving off I sat there, opened my zipper and set my rock-hard erection free. It would have been such a waste to ignore the opportunity.
The image of her standing naked with her gorgeous, full breasts, flat stomach and glistening pussy was still fresh and very vivid on my mind.
As my hand went up and down my shaft I imagined myself being in her bedroom as she stepped out of the shower. Her smelling so nice, with her body and hair all wet.
In my mind she just stood there with her pussy and breasts exposed, teasing me. Tempting me. Daring me!
In my head, she cheekily turned around for me to see her ass. Then she bent over as if trying to pick something up from the ground. God… she is so beautiful!
I had been so aroused earlier just looking at her. The truth is that she had worked me up pretty well so I was unable to hold on to the fantasy for as long as I wanted to.
I felt my muscles contract and I was done, I had come.
I must admit it hadn’t been among the best orgasm I had ever had but that was no surprise since I was the one who had been in such a hurry. My main focus had been to quickly relieve myself from the horniness Ms. Arnold had once again managed to build up in me.
I sat there thinking about what my next move should be. I still had the document for her to sign… or should I just go home bathed in glorious memories?
Before I could make that decision, I saw a taxi pulling into her driveway. I was instantly thankful that I hadn’t parked outside her home!
“Who could that be?” I wondered. “Was it some secret lover she had invited over while her partner was away?”
Before my imagination could go any further, I saw two men exit the taxi with some light luggage. Then the taxi backed out and pulled away. As they got close to the door where the security lights exposed their faces, I realized that one of the men resembled the picture of her partner that she had on her desk. The other one was not a familiar face at all
I felt a strange relief, The thought of her having a secret lover that wasn’t me made me feel more than a little jealous for reasons I am unable to explain.
The one who looked like her partner raised his hand to knock but the door swung wide open. Two dogs charged out and then she was there, stunningly beautiful, wearing a little black and gold dress that made her look like the goddess she truly was. I wondered what she could have been wearing underneath that dress.
The dogs were going crazy, one second they were all over the partner and the next, trying to attack the stranger. I watched as – what appeared to be – an introduction was made and then the stranger knelt down and the dogs were instantly his best friends. I saw him look up at my goddess and say something which caused her to abruptly turn and go back into the house.
As if drawn to a magnet, I got out of my car and watched as the stranger and the dogs followed her in. The door closed on me. They were in, but I was out.
“I should just leave”, I told myself. She now had company and there was no chance for me to get to talk to her alone. After all, my mission had been accomplished. I had wanted to see her face and I had already done more than just see her face.
I stood there for some time before discretely making my way to her bedroom window hoping for a final look at her before I left. To my dismay, I saw her… lying on the bed with her legs spread wide and her partner’s head buried between her thighs!
Jealousy engulfed me; I couldn’t help myself. I would have given anything to trade places with that man.
Despite my feelings, I couldn’t bring myself to take my eyes off them. I watched until I saw her feet spasm as she hit her climax. To my surprise, I realized I had yet another erection!
The night was dark and moonless. I decided that, unless Ms. Arnold decided to let her hounds out, I was very safe out there, No one could see me.
In that moment I made a very dangerous decision – I was going to continue my role as ‘Peeping Tom’! After all, I had nothing else to do except for going back to my lonely apartment or to my mother’s house. She had been pestering me to go see her.
As I finally recovered all my senses, the two were leaving their bedroom. I stood for a moment and waited to hear where the voices were coming from before I went round the corner of the house. The window had a roller blind drawn down but there was a gap of maybe two inches at the bottom – more than enough to be able to clearly see that the room was the kitchen. Luckily for me Ms. Arnold was one woman who wasn’t overly concerned about privacy.
I saw Ms. Arnold bending over, her feet wide apart. She was seductively moving her hips as her partner watched.
She was quite a sight to behold! She wore nothing under that dress and I felt myself go crazy at the sight of her pinkness staring back at me. Then her partner stood up and walked over to her blocking my perfect view. Damn him!
I watched as she turned around and faced him. He then held her tightly before using her hair to pull her head back. He then kissed her passionately for what seemed eternity. Jealousy surged again!
When his lips finally left hers, I watched as they found their way across the tops of her breasts before settling on one nipple. He suckled on that nipple as he moved one of his hands down on to her mound.
My brain burned with a mix of insatiable desire and possible murder!
Then, to my absolute surprise, I saw the stranger come into the room. He was completely naked with his manhood at full attention.
I stood there frozen. I couldn’t have moved if I wanted to, Confusion, excitement, envy and anticipation coursed through my body in equal measure as the situation before me continued to unfold.
My heart continued to pound as I watched her partner tease her nipples while kissing her fully on the mouth again as the stranger pressed in from behind her. I saw her surprise. I saw her partner take her face in his hands and kiss her again. And then I saw the stranger take her by her hips and slide his shaft home.
I had only ever imagined this kind of scene in my deepest fantasies. Here it was unfolding just feet away. At this point, I was sure that there was no way I could handle the sex goddess before me. Absolutely no way!
I heard Ms. Arnold let out a loud moan and I felt my heart skip a beat. My own cock had yet again started rising to the occasion. It was like watching a scene from an explicit movie – but it was happening here in real life!
“You are one very special woman Ms. Arnold”, I told myself. I so wanted to be that stranger right then – to be one of the two men loving her and her loving them in return.
“Two men and loving it”, I thought to myself. The newly found secret about her had made her all the more exciting and desirable to me.
I continued to watch as her partner held her breasts with both hands while planting soft kisses on her neck as the stranger continued to pump in and out of her. I could hear exactly how out of control she felt because my ears were filled with nothing but her soft cries of pleasure. I finally saw her body shake involuntarily, her sharp cry of release indelibly imprinted n my brain. No words will ever be able to express how I felt in that moment.
I watched as the two men slowly carried her over to the couch that overlooked the kitchen and lay her down widespread. And then, just when I thought the whole fun was over, I saw her partner go on his knees and begin kissing her between her thighs.
As he licked away on her precious jewel, I could hear her offering soft moans of approval. Then the stranger knelt down next to her head and began fondling her breasts while he teasingly kissed her neck. I watched him as he gently pinched her nipples to hardness.
Her partner rose from between her legs and moved on top of her until his cock moved between her thighs and up inside her. Her back arched with obvious pleasure.
“Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Give it to me, you bastard!” And he did, as she clung to him, scratching his back and biting his shoulder until I saw their bodies shake in unison as they each let out a loud cry.
I couldn’t take it anymore, I could literally feel the blood as it flowed to my erection. I was rock hard again!
My decision to go to Ms. Arnold’s house that evening had paid out far more handsomely than I had imagined. I slowly backed away from the window and made my way to my car.
I quickly jumped in and drove off before I could be tempted to stay ‘just a little bit longer’.
What had I turned out to be… a stalker? A pervert?
Adrenalin had been rushing around my body all night. Now I started to crash, feeling doubt, fear and even a touch of remorse. I knew that what I had done was wrong but it had been so exciting!
When I got to my apartment, I headed straight for the bathroom. On the drive home I had decided to literally take a cold shower. As I stood there in the shower, the ice cold water hitting my body, I expected to watch my cock shrivel and take my insanity with it. Neither happened!
Instead, I used the soap to make my cock slippery and closing my eyes, imagined my hand around my cock to be her pussy moving up and down my shaft. In less than a minute, I had come again.
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The following morning, I arrived early and eager at our offices. While I waited for Ms. Arnold’s arrival. I wondered if I’d be able to face her. But at the same time, I couldn’t wait to mentally undress her while I relived the events of the previous night.
As the day went on, there was still no sign of her until it finally dawned on me that she wasn’t going to make it to work that day.
“That poor woman must be quite exhausted”, I thought to myself in amusement. “The guys must have run quite a number on her. Two against one. I don’t blame her if she’s exhausted.”
When the day finally came to an end, I was tempted to drive over to her place again. “Who knows of what enticing scene I might reward myself with?” I wondered. However, not wanting to push my luck, I allowed my better judgment to surface and drove straight home instead.
That night, as I lay in bed, I allowed myself to reminisce. One by one, each scene replayed but now I took the role of the stranger in the two final scenes. I fondled myself endlessly, pulling back from the peak again and again until I lost all control, rewarded by an extraordinarily powerful orgasm. I quickly fell into a deep and peaceful night’s sleep.
When morning came, I went into work as usual. I hadn’t been expecting Ms. Arnold to show up to work on that day either. But to my surprise – and delight – I found her already in her office. That was so unlike her, she never got to the office before me… ever.
I felt so anxious being in the same room with her. My heart pumped so loudly I could almost hear it through my chest. I had difficulty making eye contact with her.
“What’s wrong with me?” I asked myself. Why was I feeling so embarrassed suddenly? Was I being overpowered by guilt for what I had seen and done?
“Good morning Ms. Arnold”, I somehow managed to offer.
“Good morning Andy”, she replied without as much as giving me more than a cursory glance.
She left me standing there feeling worse than I already did.
“Did she know?” I asked myself.
She wasn’t the usual vibrant, dynamic woman that I was used to. Where had my sex goddess suddenly disappeared to? She wasn’t her bubbly self like she always was every morning. Instead she seemed very moody and her face looked quite sullen. She was quite the opposite of what I had expected her to be considering the countless orgasms I imagined she had reached in the past two days.
Why wasn’t she behaving like a woman who had been sexually satisfied, I wondered. Did she know that I had secretly watched her as she was being fucked? Did she have some hidden cameras at her place that had later given away my secret? Fear gnawed at my intestines.
Somewhere around eleven, my phone rang. When I answered, I heard her voice say, “Hello Andy”. But instead of her usual strong, melodic tone, she sounded very dull and dry, not thrilling and sexy like I was always used to.
“Hello Ms. Arnold”, I quickly responded.
“I don’t want to be disturbed for the rest of the day, Andy. Not by anyone… no people or calls.” And then, before I could respond, she had ended the call.
“She knows. She definitely knows!” I told myself. I sat at my desk, tortured and full of guilt. I wondered if it was appropriate for me to go into her office, apologize and wait for her to show me mercy.
Then I thought to myself, “What if I’m wrong and she really has no idea that I had been at her place. I might go in there and give myself away?” My head was spinning with indecision!
“Maybe she’s just suffering from the effects of fatigue and exhaustion”, I reassured myself. “It couldn’t be an easy task handling two men for a night let alone for two days”, I felt amused at the thought.
The day seemed to drag itself by and when the time finally came to an end, I couldn’t wait to get out of the office! It was amazing how this one woman was capable of causing so much chaos in my life.
Before I left the office, I knew I should tell her that I was leaving for the day. It was a daily ritual.
I knocked on her office door. At first there was no response. I tried again. Still nothing.
I knew that she was in there. I thought to myself that maybe she hadn’t heard me so I slowly opened the door and peeped in and there she was, sitting on the floor, in the corner of her office.
Somehow, her vulnerability made her even more lovely. I felt my cock stirring.
“My apologies Ms. Arnold”, I somehow managed to mumble. “I just wanted to tell you that I am leaving now.”
I backed out and was closing the door when she spoke. “Do come in Andy.”
I opened the door wider and let myself back in, but I continued standing by the door waiting to hear what she had to say. Then her voice hit my ears again, “Come on, don’t be shy. Close the door and come sit with me.”
I closed the door behind me and went in. I sat in a client chair near her desk. Why was she sitting on the floor? It was then I realized that she had been crying. Her eyes were red and swollen and yet they still, somehow, managed to be seductive.
I now knew why she was still there when most of our fellow-workers had headed home long ago. I had been heading out too but I had to check in first with her just to see if there was anything she needed before I left.
“Is there something you needed from me?” she asked.
“No Ms. Arnold”, I replied in what almost seemed like a whisper. “I was just checking on you to see if there was anything you wanted me to take care of before I left”, I quickly added.
She laughed nervously and then responded, “Well, you could take care of me if you wish to.”
For a moment there it seemed like time froze. Was this another one of the many occasions where she teased me and played with my mind only to snap me back to reality in the end?
But she went on, “Go ahead and make yourself comfortable, I don’t bite. Why don’t you pour us some coffee?”
There was coffee brewing on her sideboard. As I poured two cups my inner voice was screaming at me, “She definitely knows! Oh yeah… she knows.”
I took her coffee to where she was sitting and then I went back to my chair. For a while we both sipped our coffees in total silence. My mouth might have been silent but my thoughts were screaming and my heart was racing!
I found it hard to believe that I was finally all alone with her and it wasn’t to take instructions. And she, she seemed so incredibly soft and vulnerable. Even so, I kept thinking that she was going to lash out at me at any moment for what I had done two nights before.
I sat there with my cock tingling and beginning to rise in my pants, effects of her wonderful cleavage that I kept stealing glances at from where I was sitting. And her long legs looked so sexy in the classy heels she was wearing.
Just as I was about to drift off into another fantasy, she spoke up, “Why don’t you come sit here on the floor with me, Andy?”
What? Did I hear her correctly or was it just in my head again? I hesitated at first but then she encouraged me with, “Come on Andy!”
I had been avoiding eye contact but this time when I looked up, she had a warm. inviting smile on her face.
I got up from the chair and went ahead and sat beside her – close but not too close.
“Come on Andy, move a little closer. Like I said, I don’t bite.”
Her tone seemed a little bit different than it had at first. “Is she trying to get me comfortable enough so that I can come clean with her?” I wondered. Whatever her reasons were I’d soon find out anyway, so I moved closer until our shoulders touched.
Then the unexpected happened. She rested her head on my shoulder.
I wondered whether this was real or is it some kind of a trap being laid out to catch me?
I decided I didn’t care. I was here for the moment and right now the scent of her hair had me in paradise.
We continued to sit in silence before I managed to speak up, “Are you okay Ms. Arnold?”
Of course she wasn’t okay. It was a stupid question to ask but it was the best idea my brain could come up with at the time.
To my relief she responded, “No Andy, I am not okay.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” I quietly asked.
Instead of answering my question she asked me another surprising question, “Is your heart beating as fast as mine is Andy?”
Was she kidding with me? My heart was pounding! I swear I could hear it!
Just before I could answer her, she added, “Do you want to feel my heartbeat, Andy?”
Yet another rhetorical question… she obviously needed no answer as she slowly began unbuttoning her shirt.
“This is going to be yet another interesting evening”, I thought to myself, as she took my hand and guided it on her chest just where the curve of her breasts started…
To be continued…
