Every Day at Four: The Meeting by Kitten Cream (c) 
May, 2001 (MF, Rom)

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*****

This story can be read as a stand-along story, 
although it is a continuation of "Every Day at Four: 
Erotic Confessions" (MF, MMF, voy, mast, anal, bond). 
In the preceding story, a high-level manager overhears 
an unknown woman at work, whom he nicknames 
Strawberry, confiding her sexual adventures to a 
friend. He sets up a microphone and enjoys himself 
while recording her erotic confessions. When he 
discovers her identity, he has to decide what to do 
about it. 

*****

On Saturday, he dragged around the house, fixing the 
leaky bathroom faucet and washing the car. He couldn't 
get the thought of her out of his mind. Finally, he 
slammed out of the house and took off in a small 
squeal of tires, headed downtown. He walked aimlessly 
through the streets, torturing himself with thoughts 
of two faceless men sitting in a spa, touching and 
stroking *his* secretary, his Strawberry, to countless 
orgasms. He grew disgusted at his own thoughts. He 
didn't even know this woman, not really. So she looked 
and acted like a sweet, demure woman. Obviously it was 
all a facade.
 
He decided to eat at one of his favorite Indian 
restaurants. He ordered chicken masala and relaxed 
with a glass of wine, looking around at the other 
patrons. Almost as though his mind had conjured her, 
she walked in: his secretary, the woman whose erotic 
confessions he'd been recording for over a week. Her 
sweet face apparently belied a woman of lusty sexual 
appetites.

She was supposed to be living out her ultimate fantasy 
with Gerry and Mark, her lovers! Something must have 
happened, the planned rendezvous must have fallen 
through somehow.

Her eyes automatically scanned the seated diners. For 
once, her hair was down around her shoulders, the rich 
caramel color shining in the late afternoon light 
slanting into the front window of the restaurant. He 
couldn't restrain himself. He waved at her, catching 
her eye and pointing to the empty chair at his small 
table. He caught a brief look of surprise, followed by 
an embarrassed little smile and slight flush. He stood 
up as she nodded towards him and waved away the 
seating attendant. She approached a little hesitantly, 
her eyes flickering quickly around him as though to 
assure herself he was alone and really meant to invite 
her to sit.

He smiled reassuringly. As soon as she got close 
enough, he called out to her.

"Hi, come and sit down. Are you meeting anyone else?" 
He was proud that his voice sounded friendly, 
cheerful, nothing else. His heart was pounding, palms 
suddenly moist.

A quick shake of her head. As she sat down in the 
chair he had pulled out for her, her pretty yellow and 
black sundress, some kind of crinkly material, moved 
and flowed around her curvy body. The bodice was low, 
but not overly so, showing just a hint of cleavage.

"Thank you for inviting me to sit down," she said 
politely. She picked up the menu and flipped open the 
pages, eyes flickering back and forth between the menu 
and him. She caught his quick glance at her breasts 
and hunched her shoulders slightly forward. He broke 
the awkward silence that had descended.

"Do you come here often?"

"No, this is my first visit. I hear the masala is 
excellent." He grinned in quick surprise at the 
coincidence, then told her that's what he had ordered. 
She giggled a little bit, dark eyes sparkling, and his 
cock surged. *That* was the sexy giggle he'd heard 
every afternoon over the microphone. It *was* her! His 
secretary was the mystery woman he'd known only as 
"Strawberry". He sat back, carefully concealing the 
momentary swell of his erection behind the cloth 
napkin, and casually asked, "Didn't you have plans for 
this evening?" 

She looked at him somewhat quizzically, but answered, 
"Yes, but they fell through." That was all she said. 
He was left with a million questions, none of which he 
could ask. Finally he made a comment about how much he 
liked Indian food, and they began a conversation about 
their favorites restaurants and cuisines. 

Their food arrived and they both dug in with more 
relief than hunger. She was nervous, sitting across 
from her boss, realizing not for the first time what 
an attractive man he was. It wasn't so much his looks, 
which many would consider average. Medium height, 
broad shoulders on an otherwise medium build, stubborn 
jaw line, deep-set eyes, a slow smile that struggled 
to reveal a dimple in his left cheek. No, taken 
feature by feature he was no male model. But he exuded 
an air of authority and confidence that attracted her. 
It made him seem taller, broader, more solid than his 
actual physical presence.

She'd heard girls at the office gossiping about why he 
was still single - too picky, a workaholic, the 
theories abounded. At least she could discount one 
rumor! She hadn't missed his lingering glances over 
her breasts and legs. Feeling slightly adventurous, 
she leaned back in her chair and crossed and recrossed 
her legs, casually glancing his way. Yes, his eyes 
tracked the movement of her legs. He looked up and 
caught her watching his reaction.

A quick, charming smile flashed her way. "Sorry about 
that, you have incredible legs and that dress looks 
great on you. I hope you don't mind me saying that. 
Don't worry, I don't intend to chase you around the 
office every day just because I think you're 
gorgeous."

Some crazy impulse made her say, "Oh, that's too bad!" 
She clapped one hand over her wayward mouth. At the 
sight of her appalled eyes blinking at him over her 
hand, he laughed heartily.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what..." He interrupted her 
embarrassed apology. "No, no, it was a great 
comeback." He lightly ran one finger over the back of 
her hand on the table. A shiver ran though her, and 
goose bumps appeared on her bare arms.

They relaxed into flirtatious banter, each now aware 
of the attraction between them. The candlelit table 
enclosed them in a cozy, private oasis. They prolonged 
the meal by ordering coffee and lingering until the 
restaurant staff began cleaning up around them. He 
walked her out to her car, standing close enough to 
brush against her every other step. 

She fumbled to find the car keys in her oversized 
purse, nose wrinkling in concentration. She opened the 
car door, tossed her purse into the car, and turned 
around to say good-bye.
 
"Well, I've had a lot of fun tonight." The words were 
a little awkward. Now that the evening was over, she 
couldn't help wondering what Monday in the office 
might be like.

"I had a great time, too." He studied her eyes for a 
moment, his own thoughtful. "Listen, do you have plans 
for tomorrow afternoon?" 

Her eyes lit up. "No, I'm free after lunch."

He smiled, leaned down, and pressed a quick kiss 
against her lips. "Then how about I pick you up at 
two? Dress casually. We'll be getting dirty. And bring 
a change of clothes."

She was curious, but he refused to provide more 
details. She gave him directions to her place and then 
climbed into her sporty green car. He stood watching 
as she drove out of sight, then walked slowly to his 
car. All in all, an extraordinary evening.

*****

Promptly at two the next afternoon, he knocked on the 
door of her condo. The door opened quickly. His eyes 
drifted down her body, then back up. She was dressed 
in sneakers, jeans, and a tight white v-necked T-shirt 
that outlined her pert breasts and showed off slightly 
puckered nipples. A fanny pack rode her hips, a 
bulging backpack was slung over one shoulder.

"Well? Will I do?" she asked teasingly, returning the 
survey. Sneakers, jeans and a black T-shirt that clung 
to lightly muscled chest and biceps. Mmmm, nice.

He grinned back at her. "You'll do." His eyes settled 
on her trim rear end as she turned and locked the 
door. He had to resist a sudden urge to reach out and 
squeeze one cute little cheek.

By the time she turned around, he was several steps 
down the walkway.

"Hey, where's the fire?" she called out as she hurried 
to catch up. He looked back over his shoulder and 
smiled, but didn't comment. What could he have said? 
"The fire's in my pants"? He opened the door of the 
car and stood waiting for her to catch up.

"You ready to get dirty?" he asked teasingly.

"What did you have in mind?" she asked semi-
cautiously. After several hours distance from their 
flirtatious dinner conversation, she had begun to 
wonder if she was doing the right thing. Getting 
involved with her boss was foolhardy, to say the 
least. But now that he was here, the attraction had 
flared up as hot as ever. She wanted to see where this 
could take them.

"Oh, I thought you might like to help weed my garden."

She glanced at him to gauge his expression.

"That's not some new slang for something sexual! I 
actually have a garden that is badly in need of care. 
I've noticed the plants flourishing at your desk over 
the last few months, and I heard you talking about 
your garden to someone. I thought...But if you don't 
like the idea...I mean, it's not very romantic now 
that I think of it..." his voice trailed off. She 
laughed and let him off the hook. She loved working 
outdoors, and it sounded like fun.

The short drive to his house passed mostly in silence. 
Her eyes widened as they turned into his neighborhood. 
Stately, older homes lined the drive, each house 
sitting on at least two acres. He pulled into the 
drive of a lovely hundred year old white two-story 
with forest-green shutters and trim.

"Oh, this is lovely!" she breathed.

"Thank you. I bought it about 3 years ago. It's taken 
a lot of work to get to this stage; it was quite run-
down back then. The disadvantage of these old houses - 
something's always breaking so the job's never really 
done. But it's more of a home than anyplace I've ever 
lived."

As he spoke, the car pulled into the semi-detached 
garage and the door swung closed behind them. He got 
out of the car and came around to her side, opening 
the door and stepping back. He enjoyed the way her 
breasts shifted under the t-shirt as she wriggled out 
of the low-slung car.

She knew he was watching, and consciously arched her 
shoulders back to thrust her chest out slightly, 
feeling her nipples harden and press against the 
scratchy lace of her bra. The sudden erection of her 
nipples created an itchy, tingly sensation that made 
her want to rub her breasts. 

He turned away to hide a sudden erection of his own. 
This was turning out so much better than he could've 
hoped. Sometime during dinner the night before, he'd 
stopped referring to her as Strawberry. This woman was 
a three-dimensional person, comprised of more than the 
sum of her sexual tales. She had a quick wit and 
friendly warmth, and evinced genuine interest in being 
with him. A stray cynical thought warned that she 
could be playing a part, but he firmly squashed the 
thought.

He took her inside to drop off her things, and ended 
up providing a guided tour through the ground floor. 
Her wide-eyed appreciation made him feel ten feet 
tall, especially when she complimented the light, airy 
feeling throughout the bottom floor. 

She turned out to be an experienced gardener. They 
worked companionably side-by-side in the backyard for 
over an hour, talking desultorily as the sun beat down 
on them. Finally, he took a break to wipe his 
forehead, leaving a streak of grime, and glanced over 
at her squatting form. The sweat-wet, untidy bun on 
top of her head listed slightly to the side. Escaped 
strands of hair curled on the back of her neck. The t-
shirt clung damply to her, wetness splotches showing 
at the small of her back and under each arm. She 
looked over her shoulder, perhaps feeling his gaze, 
and grinned at him. Her sun-flushed cheeks reddened 
even more as he let his eyes slide deliberately down 
to her buns, snugly encased in the dirty jeans.

"How 'bout I get something for us to drink?" he asked.

"That would be great! Ice water for me."

He brought their drinks outside, condensation already 
building up on the outside of the glasses. He handed 
her a glass and watched spellbound as she tipped her 
head back, throat moving as she drank thirstily. His 
mouth dried up and he gulped his own water, discretely 
adjusting his crotch when she turned around to put the 
glass down on the patio stones.

They returned to their tasks, but each could feel the 
building tension. Finally, they were done in the 
garden. They helped each other to stand, stiff after 
kneeling so long, brushing off their jeans and looking 
with satisfaction at the pile of weeds. 

"Thanks so much for your help," he told her. "Maybe 
this wasn't what you'd expect from a date, but...this 
may sound strange, but this has been one of the most 
enjoyable days I've ever spent with a woman."

She smiled at him, eyes sparkling in the late-
afternoon sunshine. "So, this was a date?" she teased 
lightly. 

"What? You didn't know? Let me prove it to you," he 
teased back, grabbing her and pulling her tightly 
against him. He lowered his head to nibble lightly at 
her lips, watching as her eyelids closed and lashes 
fanned out onto her cheekbones. His own eyes closed to 
concentrate on feeling her moist, luscious lips, all 
teasing quickly forgotten.

He took it slowly, just enjoying the feel of her mouth 
and her lips. But finally, he eased into her mouth and 
lightly touched her tongue with his. She made a small 
noise in her throat at the first contact. He started 
to draw back, thinking it might be a protest, but she 
went on tiptoes to follow his mouth and he leaned in 
again.

They kissed for several minutes. He finally drew back 
to catch his breath. They stared intently into each 
other's eyes, knowing that this was only the 
beginning. Her eyes dropped at last to his lips, then 
to his chest, where her hands had settled at some 
point settled. She pulled away and cleared her throat. 
"Wow."

"Wow is right." He paused a moment. "You want to go 
inside and clean up?"

"That would be great. I'd better take my shoes off, 
though, or I'll track all over the floors."

"Don't worry about it! That's why I have hardwood 
floors, easier to clean. But take off your shoes if 
you'd like, get comfortable. After helping me out, the 
least I can do is cook you dinner." 

She laughed, a bubbly sound, happy that the day wasn't 
over. "You can cook?" she sounded only slightly 
surprised.

"Nothing fancy, but I can handle steaks and salad. If 
you'd like to take a shower, the downstairs bathroom 
is fully equipped," he offered.

When she came out of the bathroom, hair damp and loose 
around her fresh t-shirt, she found him barefoot in 
the kitchen, dressed in faded green sweats and a t-
shirt, mixing the salad. She stood for a moment, 
admiring a very nice, tight pair of buns showcased in 
clinging sweat pants. She cleared her throat slightly. 
"Already started, I see. What can I do to help?" 

"Why don't you get the plates out?" he indicated the 
cabinet with an inclination of his head. "The steaks 
will be ready shortly." As if on cue, her stomach 
rumbled loudly enough for him to hear. They both 
chuckled.

An hour later, steaks and salad were only a fond 
memory. They relaxed, replete, on the sofa in the 
living room.

"Want to watch a little TV?" he asked lazily. "I'm too 
full to do anything else right now."

"Mmmmm," she agreed.

They sat slumped companionably together on the couch, 
his arm draped over her shoulders and her head resting 
naturally on his chest while a sitcom flickered on the 
screen. Neither paid much attention. Slowly, their 
attention shifted from satisfied stomachs, to a 
different appetite. His hand played with her hair, 
gently rubbing the tender skin at the nape of her 
neck. She shivered and rolled her head forward to 
provide better access.

He was already half-hard from being this close to her, 
smelling the sweet, shower-fresh scent of her body, 
feeling her breast with its hard little nipple 
nestling into his chest.

"Is this okay with you?" he asked her.

"Oh, yesss..." she sighed. "That feels so nice." He 
began to lightly massage her neck with two fingers.

"I woke up with a kink in my neck this morning, just 
keep doing that and I'll be your slave for life," she 
moaned rapturously. He sat up and gently turned her 
around, leaning her bonelessly forward against the arm 
of the couch. He brushed her thick, curling hair over 
her left shoulder and then began a serious massage. He 
reveled in the tactile pleasure of touching her warm, 
soft skin, feeling the soft, downy hairs at her nape 
catch on his slightly rough fingertips. The sensuous 
smell of woman drifted up to him. His pleasure was 
amplified by her sighs and moans of appreciation as he 
worked the sore muscles in her neck. Her head drooped 
forward, cheek resting on the back of one fine-boned 
hand, manicured nails flexing into the sofa cushion 
like a kneading catpaw.

"You have the magic touch," she told him drowsily. 

"Thank you," his voice was husky with arousal. His 
mind, the body's most erogenous organ, was consumed 
with images of exploring her shapely body. He was 
struck by the similarities between their position now, 
and the overheard story of Gerry and Mark's sensual 
massage the other night. Instead of repelling him, it 
aroused him, because she obviously enjoyed his 
attentions. "Would you like me to massage your back?"

"Oh...would you? I mean, only if you want to, of 
course, but its been a long time since I had a good 
massage, and you are really exceptionally good at 
this." She sighed happily.

He wanted to ask her if Gerry and Mark's ministrations 
qualified as a real massage, but of course he 
couldn't, not without giving away his secret. Instead 
he helped her get settled on the floor, pulling a 
pillow down from the couch. He knelt over her, 
studying the body spread before him. Her jeans-clad 
ass curved sweetly, a nice handful. He closed his eyes 
briefly to let the anticipation build, then settled 
his hands between her shoulder blades and began gentle 
circular motions.

She was uninhibited in her enjoyment. Moans and sighs 
whispered between her lips, eyes closed in bliss. He 
worked on her upper back for half an hour, lost in the 
sensory pleasure of simple touch. Then he moved to her 
lower back, and discovered one of her prime erogenous 
zones. Her body jerked and her breathing shuddered as 
his hand slid slowly the length of her spine towards 
the low-slung waistband of her jeans.

"I'm...pretty sensitive there," she told him a little 
self-consciously. 

"Just enjoy it," he advised. "I am."
 
He rubbed and stroked for a few minutes, then told 
her, "You don't have to if it makes you uncomfortable, 
but this would feel even better on bare skin."

She hesitated, but she was clearly caught in the same 
sensual web as he. She wriggled around to grab the 
bottom of her shirt and pulled it off over her head 
while he looked discreetly away. Goose bumps 
immediately raised all the small hairs on her arms and 
nape. She felt...exposed, lying there partially nude 
while he was fully dressed.

He had suspected that she was braless, now he had his 
proof. Her breasts mounded at the side of her torso 
where it pressed into the floor. The flesh revealed 
under her shirt was pale. Freckles sprinkled lightly 
on her back and shoulders matched the smattering 
across her nose.

"You've got a beautiful body," he told her sincerely.

She mumbled embarrassed thanks into the pillow.

He began long strokes from the base of her spine up to 
her shoulder blades, spreading his hands out to either 
shoulder and kneading in small circles.

"Ooohh," she moaned, "you were right, it feels so much 
better this way."

He didn't comment, concentrating instead on relaxing 
her completely. It was a heady, sensual pleasure to 
touch her bare skin. He could feel a damp spot forming 
on the front of his sweats from the precum slicking 
the tip of his cock. But he was content to slowly 
build their arousal, to live in the moment and enjoy 
the simple act of touch. Eventually, his hands slid 
further out and began caressing her sides, lightly 
touching the bulge of her breasts. She didn't protest, 
rather she shivered and moaned encouragement.

He slid his hands onto her ass briefly, but kept 
going, down the backs of her thighs and onto her 
calves. She jerked slightly at his touch on her 
bottom, but didn't protest. He decided to take matters 
into his own hands, so to speak.

"If I do anything you don't want me to, all you have 
to do is say 'stop', alright? Don't feel 
uncomfortable, or worry about hurting my feelings. 
This is for your pleasure."

He waited for her moan of agreement.

"On the other hand," he warned, smiling wickedly if 
she had only seen it, "if you don't say 'stop' I'll 
assume you like it, and I'll keep doing it." This 
time, when he ran his hands over her ass, he paused 
and let his palms completely cup her cheeks. He rubbed 
his hands in slow circles, pressing down slightly to 
push her pelvis into the floor. Then he ran his hands 
down the inside of her thighs and around to the backs 
of her knees. There he lingered. His fingertips 
lightly tickled through the denim and her legs jerked. 
She didn't say 'stop,' though. He knelt with his legs 
on the outside of hers and pinned her down lightly, 
continuing to rub the backs of her knees.

"Oh, please, I'm so ticklish there!" she gasped 
finally.

"Are you asking me to stop?"

"Yes, yes, please stop! I can't handle it."

Grinning, he moved down towards her feet and spent a 
few minutes firmly rubbing and kneading the bottoms of 
her feet, rotating each foot gently while he massaged. 

He again moved up her body, still straddling her, and 
stopped at her lower back. His haunches came to rest 
just below her ass. He applied slight pressure to let 
her know she was pinned down, then began to lightly 
brush his fingertips back and forth just above her 
waistband. She cried out. The flesh under his fingers 
rippled with exquisite torment. Her body bucked under 
his, then subsided when she felt how truly pinned she 
was. He continued with the caress, curious to see how 
far he could take her.

"Oh, God, that feels so good it makes my stomach hurt. 
Mmmm..." she moaned in a muffled voice into the 
pillow. 

"Should I stop?" he asked her teasingly.

"Don't you dare!" she said fiercely, while her flesh 
continued to ripple under his fingertips.

He rotated his pelvis slightly, rubbing himself 
against the backs of her legs. As he moved, her pelvis 
was pressed further into the floor, creating a 
delicious pressure.

He grabbed another pillow from the couch and used one 
hand to lift her torso, sliding the pillow under her 
pelvis. Then he resettled himself. Her pelvis pressed 
into the pillow and her breath caught. She began 
squirming her hips, uttering small whimpers of 
delight.

"Yes, oh, that's...mmmm, that's good," as his hands 
strayed onto her denim-covered cheeks again. He slid 
further down her legs, moving so that one leg 
separated hers. He ran his hands all over her behind, 
pressing in small circles. The edge of one hand slid 
down the seam of her jeans, pressing into the divide 
separating her firm buttocks.

He slid that hand up and down a few times, then 
slowly, firmly, eased it down, following the seam 
between her thighs. Her thighs tried to jerk together 
in automatic reaction, but he used his leg to hold 
them open.

He felt wetness through the seam of her pants and 
exulted in his ability to arouse her. She panted, she 
moaned, but she didn't say 'stop.' He kept going. He 
moved his other hand between her legs, pushing her 
thighs further apart, and began massaging her groin in 
much the same way he had her back - circling, 
kneading, rubbing.

Her arms slid up either side of her head, fists 
clenching in the pillow as she gave herself over to 
his attention. Her eyes were tightly shut, the pillow 
damp where she had bitten it. Her pelvis moved 
independently of her will, pushing into his clever 
caressing hands, trying to entice him to touch her 
just so. She was so close, so clooose... She cried 
out, body jerking as she suddenly orgasmed. He 
continued to caress her gently until she relaxed.

Then he turned her over. Her arms remained at either 
side of her head, arching her breasts upward. The 
pillow lifted her pelvis into the air as though in 
offering.

"I'm so glad you enjoyed it," he told her with a 
gentle smile. A flush mantled her cheekbones and 
chest. Her nipples were still hard, partly from the 
cooler air caressing her front side, partly from 
arousal.

Pleasure-dazed eyes slowly focused on his. She blinked 
lazily. "Hmmmm...feel so..." her voice trailed off.

His cock spurted more precum, widening the wet spot on 
the front of his sweat pants. Her eyes drifted down 
his torso. He saw the exact moment she realized an 
erection tented the front of his pants.

Her eyes widened. "You...you're hard," she announced. 
He smiled a little painfully. "Well, yeah, I am. It's 
an incredible turn-on that you are so responsive to 
every touch. We don't have to do anything about it if 
you don't want to."

"Oh, no, my mama always taught me that one good turn 
deserves another. Or in this case, one good *toss*," 
her nose wrinkled at him, eyes twinkling. She watched 
with interest as his hard-on pulsed under his sweats.

"I may not last very long," he warned her. "I've been 
half-hard all day."

"You have? I didn't know that. I thought you weren't 
really interested, until you kissed me this 
afternoon."

"Hah! Not interested? I've been dying to touch you all 
day. That sweet little ass of yours has been calling 
my name."

She changed places with him. He stripped off his t-
shirt and lay on his stomach at her direction, 
pressing his erection firmly into the pillow. "Now, if 
you want me to stop, just tell me..." she started to 
repeat his reassuring words teasingly. He growled at 
her over his shoulder and she subsided with a giggle.

Where to begin, she wondered greedily, staring at the 
expanse of smooth, lightly tanned flesh. Muscles 
rippled lightly under the surface as he stretched. She 
ran her hands all over his back. He shuddered and 
shivered responsively at her touch, penis leaking 
precum continuously now.

This was all his fantasies come true. The woman of his 
nightly wet dreams was really here, touching him, 
delighting in his touch.

She straddled his body, settling just below his ass, 
just as he had done with her. "Nice ass, boss," she 
smirked slyly.

"Watch it, little girl," he growled playfully. "That's 
sexual harassment."

"No," she giggled, "that's sexual 'his-ass-ment'," she 
giggled some more.

They both got serious, though, when her hands slid 
onto his hard cheeks and began to rub, stroke and 
caress. His breathing kicked into high gear, and 
almost without realizing it, his pelvis rocked between 
the pillow and her hands. She decided to see if he'd 
enjoy the same caress which had driven her wild, and 
ran the edge of her hand down the crack between his 
cheeks, sliding up and down then continuing downwards, 
between his legs. His whole body tensed.

She raised up slightly and he shifted his thighs apart 
without being asked. His every breath contained a 
slight moan. Her own breathing quickened with 
excitement. She'd never had a man so completely under 
her control before. It was...intoxicating.

His hands clenched at his side as she brushed against 
his scrotum. His balls were drawn up tightly in the 
sac. She tentatively handled his scrotum, rubbing her 
finger in the area between the base of his penis and 
the sac. He groaned out loud, "Jesus, honey, you're 
killing me!"

"But you don't want me to stop." It was a statement, 
not a question.

"Hell, no. Please don't."

Then her hand reached the base of his penis and 
grasped it as much as she was able in this constricted 
position.

He couldn't stand it any longer. "Hold on," he 
carefully turned over, avoiding dumping her on the 
floor in the process, and shimmied out of his pants 
and briefs. Then he lay back, unselfconsciously nude. 
The pillow tilted his pelvis forward, lifting his 
eager cock upwards. The red, bulbous tip shone with 
pearlescent moisture. She reached out a tentative 
fingertip and rubbed lightly over the tip. His hips 
jerked into the air at the stimulus to his over-
aroused flesh. She looked up at his face to see if 
he'd liked that or not, but his eyes were closed, 
mouth slightly parted, a slight flush on his cheeks.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked.

"Take me in your hands. Stroke me. Should take about 
thirty seconds," he advised in short, choppy 
sentences, concentrating on holding out for her long-
awaited touch.

"Show me." The stark command surprised him into 
opening his eyes.

"What?" he asked incredulously.

"Show me. I want to see how you like being touched." 
Despite the brave words, a fiery blush covered her 
entire upper torso as she knelt, half-naked, nipples 
taut on her pert breasts.

"Alright, honey, if that's how you want it," he told 
her. In his many fantasies, he'd always been the one 
in command, giving the orders, but he found this 
hugely exciting. She watched avidly, breathlessly, as 
one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, the 
other wiping over the head to gather some lube. That 
hand began to stroke slowly up and down the shaft, 
gaining speed with each stroke. She reached out one 
hand and wrapped it around his scrotum, brushing 
against the hand gripping the base of his cock. "I've 
got it," she whispered to him. "You can let go. I want 
to do this for you."

His head fell back, both hands abruptly releasing 
their hold on his cock. He'd never been harder in his 
life. He concentrated on holding on for at least a few 
strokes.

She wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, and 
began to lightly stroke his shaft with the other one. 
Then she rubbed over the tip, gathering the freely-
running precum. She grasped his shaft tightly and 
stroked hard, up and down, sliding the pole through 
her fist.

"Oooohh, Christ!" he shouted, and his back arched, 
cock pulsing out his ejaculate in several strong 
spurts. She slowed down the stroking, finally halting 
with one hand back fondling his scrotum, the other 
resting lightly on his cock.

"That," he told her tiredly, "was fabulous." He lay 
there for a couple of minutes, feeling drained, 
relaxed, at peace. He was aware that she continued to 
study and touch his naked body, but she carefully 
avoided touching the super-sensitive head of his cock. 
The thought that she was so fascinated by his body 
actually sent some blood pulsing into his cock, making 
it jerk slightly. She caught her breath.

He grinned at her. "What can I say? You turn me on 
something fierce." 

She grinned back. Then she looked towards the clock on 
top of the TV. "Goodness, it's still only 8 o'clock!" 
she said in amazement.

"Yep. The night's still young. Lot's of time for us to 
try a couple more fun things," he commented. "Unless 
you've got to get home?"

"Oh, no, I don't have to leave just yet," she smiled 
almost shyly.

"Great! I'll go get a washcloth and clean up. Why 
don't you get comfy on the couch. Be right back." He 
disappeared up the stairs.

She pulled her shirt back on, a little chilled now 
that the heat of passion had passed, and wandered 
around the living room. His computer set-up caught her 
eye. She walked over to take a closer look. It was 
fitted with all the latest bells and whistles, 
including a large flat screen. Curious to see the 
purportedly amazing resolution on this screen, she 
pressed a button to clear the screen saver and watched 
the screen flicker into life. A software application 
showed that a CD-ROM was inserted. Maybe he'd been 
playing a game of some kind? She clicked on the start 
button, and then froze as a familiar voice came 
through the speakers.

"The bastards! Both of them know I hate being teased. 
I mean, if you can have multiple orgasms, why deny 
yourself? The next one's only a couple minutes away, 
for Christ's sake. And here's me, not suspecting a 
*thing*, moaning about how 'I've got to cum, please 
let me cum'..."

As she stood paralyzed with horror, a masculine hand 
came into her line of vision and clicked the mouse to 
stop the playback.

She was unable to speak for a moment. He'd been 
listening to their conversations! He must think she 
was some kind of sexual deviant!

He erupted into speech. "I can explain! I'm sorry, I 
didn't mean this to happen. At least, well, I mean of 
course I wanted this to happen, but I didn't plan..." 
he stopped talking when she turned blazing eyes on 
him. 

"Is this some kind of sick blackmail scheme?" she 
demanded. "Are you going to fire me?"
 
"Absolutely not! No one would ever have known about 
these CDs but me, if you hadn't...I mean, if we 
hadn't...anyway, this was for my pleasure only. Maybe 
it sounds sick, but it just really turned me on to 
hear a woman describe how much she enjoys sex. I've 
never done anything like this before. And I swear, I 
didn't know it was you until Friday, when I saw you in 
the break room."

"That's why you acted so strange?" she asked somewhat 
dazedly. It was hard to take in, that her boss, so 
distant and almost absent-minded, had been recording 
their afternoon conversations. "You've been jacking 
off listening to us?"

"Yes." He admitted it baldly.

"It was that hot for you?" he could see a hint of 
feminine curiosity beginning to replace the defensive 
anger, as she realized that he wasn't planning on any 
type of disciplinary action in the workplace.
 
"Yes." Again a stark admission.

"How did you do it? We didn't know anyone was 
listening." 

He explained about the hidden microphone. She 
listened, fascinated. "Wow, you must have really been 
turned on to go to all that trouble. What..." she 
searched for a way to phrase the question, "what story 
did you like the most?" she asked diffidently.

"Definitely the fantasy of being tied up..." (he 
carefully avoided using Gerry and Mark's names) "and 
forced to experience endless orgasms."

"Oh, yes, I remember that one." She fell silent, brain 
racing to come to terms with everything. Finally she 
smiled at him.

"Well, as long as this was just for your pleasure, I 
can't see any reason to get all mad about it. What's 
done is done." Then, abruptly changing the tenor of 
their conversation, she slid one hand up his chest and 
pinched his left nipple unexpectedly. "So, listening 
to two women talking about hot sex got your hard, did 
it?"

His mouth fell open at her aggression. He snapped it 
shut on a gasp and nodded when she pinched him again. 
She wasn't mad! Not only was she *not* mad, it seemed 
she might be excited at the thought that he had 
listened to her private conversation.

"Let's see if *having* hot sex gets you harder than 
listening to stories about it." She ran her other hand 
down the front of the clean sweat pants he'd donned, 
and cupped his penis through the thin cloth. 
Immediately his cock inflated with blood, pulsing 
semi-hard in her hand. She squeezed it several times, 
timing it with pinches to his nipple, watching his 
expression.

His cock hardened so fast he felt a little dizzy and 
reached out to grasp her shoulders. She smiled at him 
and squeezed hard. Her cunny spasmed when he groaned.

"Where's your bedroom?" she asked.

He cleared his throat. "Upstairs."

She released his cock and nipple. "Lead the way, lover 
boy."

He led the way, glancing frequently over his shoulder 
as though to reassure himself she was really there. 
Jesus, that had been hot. If he hadn't just cum, he'd 
have embarrassed himself when she started squeezing 
and feeling him.

She looked curiously around his room, nodding with 
approval at the heavy mahogany four-poster bed, 
wardrobe and dresser. "Nice," she pronounced. Then she 
sat on the bed, bouncing a couple of times to test the 
firmness. He watched her from the doorway, arms 
crossed over his chest.
 
"Well?" she asked expectantly. "Aren't you coming over 
here?" He walked over to stand in front of her, 
watching her but not saying anything. The bravado 
which had sustained her through the sexual aggression 
downstairs drained away in the face of his silence.

"Are you upset that I did...that? Downstairs?" she 
asked a little tentatively.

"Upset?" he tilted his head to one side, as though 
considering the question. "No, I'm not upset. Hard as 
a rock, horny, ready to jump your bones, yes, but not 
upset." She smiled brilliantly at him, then patted the 
bed next to her.

Instead, he scooped her up off the bed, swept the 
covers back, and deposited her with a little bounce 
and a squeal of surprise on top of the mattress. He 
joined her quickly, pulling his shirt off as he 
climbed onto the bed. She lay on her side, head 
propped up on one hand, large eyes watching his every 
move. The cute little nose which had a tendency to 
wriggle when she concentrated was wriggling now.

"I just want to let you know, I don't make a habit of 
this..." she swept her hand in an arc to indicate the 
bed, him, herself, the situation in general.

He smiled at her. "Me either. In fact, it's been a 
while since my last relationship."

"Have you got any condoms? I'm not on the pill." He 
grinned at how practical she tried to sound while a 
blush swept over her face.

"Yes, I do. Ribbed ones." It took a moment, than she 
made the connection to an erotic confession in the 
break room. They both laughed out loud. "Oh, goody, my 
favorites," she cooed.

He pulled a small foil packet out of the bedside 
drawer and set it on top of the stand. Then he held 
out one arm towards her. She scooted closer and he 
hugged her tight. His other arm swept underneath the 
pillow supporting her head and he leaned towards her, 
guiding her into a passionate, panting kiss. Her 
pebble-hard nipples poked into his chest. He moved to 
ease his erection deeper into the ee of her thighs. 
Her legs parted accommodatingly and she moaned 
encouragement, while her tongue dueled with his.

He fumbled for the bottom of her t-shirt, pulling it 
over her head and then bending down to suck her 
nipples strongly into his mouth. She cried out at the 
suction, legs moving restlessly, cunny dripping with 
juices.

He moved her onto her back, rising up on his side over 
her to study her breasts, one nipple wet from his 
suckling. It puckered tightly as the cool air dried 
his saliva. He slid one hand into her delta, rubbing 
fast and hard along the seam of her pants. She cried 
out again and again, low throaty cries.

"Why don't we go ahead and take these off?" he asked 
her almost lazily. He unbuttoned, unzipped, and slid 
the pants off while she tried to relax. Despite the 
intimacy between them, to be naked was to be 
completely vulnerable. He left her white cotton 
underwear on for the moment, as though he understood 
how she felt. His hard, warm palm settled immediately 
over her mound and began rubbing in slow, erotic 
circles. She blushed when she realized how wet the 
crotch of her panties had become.

"Wet, aren't you honey?" he asked. "I like that a lot. 
I love how responsive you are. Someday I'm going to 
spend at least an hour licking and sucking this sweet 
little pussy." Her stomach clenched, both at the words 
and at his mention of "someday". That meant this 
wouldn't be their only date. She'd never had a one-
night-stand in her life, and didn't want to start now.

He eased his hand beneath the waistband of her panties 
while she was dealing with the implications of 
"someday." His fingers combed through the damp hair 
lightly covering her mound. She felt a trickle of 
wetness drip out of her cunny, just as his finger slid 
inside her. They both groaned. 

A thought niggled at the back of his mind. Something 
wasn't right...He ignored it in favor of caressing her 
hot pussy.

He slid his index finger as deeply into her pussy as 
he could, feeling the tiny muscles in her sheath 
clenching him tightly. His cock ached as he flashed on 
how incredible her tight, wet sheath was going to feel 
pulsing around his shaft.

She twisted slightly beneath him, panting as his 
finger slid in an out. He added his middle finger to 
the fray, spearing them deeply into her channel. When 
they were inserted as deeply as possible, he separated 
them to stretch her for his entry. She was so tight! 
Odd, he hadn't expected it given his knowledge of her 
sexual activity, but he was glad all the same.

He used his other hand to gently tug her underwear 
down her legs, keeping the two fingers inside her all 
the while. Her eyes were closed, long lashes casting 
shadows on her cheeks in the dim light from the 
bedside lamp. He rose up over her, straddling her 
torso and reaching for the condom. Her eyes snapped 
open when she felt his weight shifting. 

She licked her lips, watching while he slowly rolled 
the ribbed condom down his hard cock. He reached down 
and dipped two fingers into her flowing wetness, then 
rubbed his fingers over the head of his cock. She 
watched his every move.

"Guide me into you, honey," he urged her.

"Wha- what?" she stammered.

"Guide me into your pussy. Take hold of my cock, and 
pull me into you." She hesitantly reached down, 
earning an encouraging smile for her bravery, and 
grasped his sheathed flesh. She gently moved his cock 
into position, rubbing the head along her dripping 
slit for a blissful moment before centering the 
bulbous head at the entrance to her cunny. She pulled 
forward slightly, and he took over from there. He slid 
all the way home in one long, slow stroke, the path 
slick from her cream, then held himself deeply 
embedded for a moment.

She cried out, her flesh struggling to accommodate to 
his bulk inside her. The pleasure quickly outweighed 
the discomfort and after a few seconds her tightly 
grasping muscles relaxed. He pulled back slightly, 
thrusting back in at her protesting cry.

"This is so incredible, honey. *You* are incredible. 
Your little pussy is gripping me so tight. How are you 
doin'? Tell me what you like, I want this to be good 
for you." Already her passage had eased so that he 
slid in and out easily, flowingly.

"Oh, Lord, you feel...so big inside me," she moaned. 
"And hot, and hard. Faster, please, go faster," she 
urged. He sped up, reaching down at the same time to 
rub her clitoris. The hairs around her slit glistened 
wetly and clung to his fingers. He tugged gently at 
them to increase her stimulation, then slid his thumb 
over her clit and rubbed it while sliding in and out.

She quickly built to a climax. Her cries grew louder 
and louder, until with a small feminine scream she 
came wetly, her sheath rippling and clenching around 
his cock. Her release threw him over the edge. He 
froze motionless on top of her, pumping his cum into 
the condom.

He collapsed next to her on the bed, carefully 
avoiding crushing her with his weight. He just wanted 
to hug her and hold her close until they both fell 
asleep, but something, some discordant detail, niggled 
away in his mind. He kissed her forehead as she lay 
curled into a semi-daze in his arms, nuzzling the hair 
at her temple. Something to do with hair...

"Good God!" he jarred her into complete wakefulness 
when he sat straight up in the bed. 

"What? What is it?" she asked in alarm. He looked 
really strange.

"You've got pubic hair!" he said almost accusingly.

"Yes, yes I do. What of it?" she asked. Did he have 
something against pubic hair? 

"But in the break room the other day, I distinctly 
heard you say that your pussy was shaved!" he 
exclaimed.

"What!" It was her turn to sit straight up in the bed. 
"When did I say that?" Her brain worked furiously, 
correlating several comments from earlier... "Wait a 
minute! You thought that *I* was the one having all 
those sexual adventures?" He nodded silently. "No way! 
That wasn't me, that was my friend Daisy! I can't 
believe you thought that was me!"

"Well, when we were talking downstairs, I thought you 
said..." he stopped. She was shaking her head.

"You never said that you thought *I* was the one 
having all those adventures. It didn't occur to me 
that you thought...My God, no wonder you were so 
surprised to see me on Saturday night," she remembered 
his seemingly offhand comment asking if she had other 
plans. "You thought I was supposed to be having hot 
and kinky sex with Gerry and Mark that night!"

He gave a somewhat shamefaced grin. "But I'm glad it 
wasn't you," he told her. "It was a little 
intimidating, fantasizing about having sex with 
someone who's seen it all, done it all, and told 
someone about it."

Her shock was melting away, to be replaced by relief. 
It had occurred to her just how lucky she was. She 
listened to Daisy's outrageous adventures every day 
because they turned her on so much. She liked to hear 
her stories, to fantasize how it would feel to fuck 
like a minx with any man who caught her eye. She could 
never do those things herself, though.

He was thinking something similar. How in the world 
had he been lucky enough to find such a wonderful 
woman, who not only didn't mind, but seemed excited by 
his sexual turn-ons? She obviously had an open mind. 
He thanked whatever cosmic fate had introduced them to 
one another.

He hugged her and kissed the tip of her cute nose, 
snuggling into the bed. A great wave of tiredness 
swept him as he pulled the covers over them. "Will you 
stay here for the night?" he asked as an afterthought. 
The last thing he remembered was feeling her head move 
against his should as she nodded.

She was sliding into sleep when a thought occurred to 
her. She slanted her eyes up at him. He was already 
dead to the world "Well, Mr. Voyeur," she thought to 
herself, "just wait until Monday afternoon at four. 
Daisy's going to be really surprised to hear about her 
friend's really hot weekend adventure. And you'll be 
recording the whole thing!" She giggled silently and 
cuddled closer, smiling as she, too, drifted into 
sleep.

*****


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