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Story title : Date With Alice

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A Date With Alice (MF, rom, work)
by HenryG (spykke_jones@hotmail.com)

***

I get to date the office iceberg.

***

This was one of my first stories posted at White Shadow 
and, judging from the comments I received, one of my 
best. After two years I've reviewed and edited it, 
changing the emphasis. This is now much more the story I 
should have written the first time.


*** Chapter 1 


My name is Mike Stevens. No-one special, just the son of 
a barrow boy from the east end of London. Dad was the 
last of a long family line of operators of the "Stevens' 
Eels" barrow. Every day he'd be out on the streets from 
dawn till evening selling his range of culinary delights 
- jellied eels, pies, cockles, whelks and pies with 
liquor. He worked his arse off for not a lot of cash but 
he was the salt of the earth, a real local character. He 
was also a great dad. On a Saturday he'd take me to see 
the home games at the Arsenal and we always got on great. 

You may have noticed that I said, "The last in the family 
line." Well I broke the chain. Sure I'm still a barrow 
boy of sorts but I tout my trade in the stock exchange 
instead of behind a barrow. To tell you the truth, it's a 
nice little earner. 

You know I'm really just an ordinary sort of a guy. 
Twenty-five years old without any ties (so far I've 
avoided the tender trap of marriage), a nice little job 
in a bank in the city of London and a BMW outside my 
Notting Hill Gate flat. I'm an accounts manager in a 
well-known bank. My basic pay is about quarter a mill but 
it's the annual bonuses, which make the job worth having. 
Last year my total earnings were a mill and a half - not 
bad eh? 

My old man and ma are well chuffed with me - they should 
be, I bought 'em a place in the rebuilt docklands - a 
nice little place near Tower Bridge costing a snip at a 
mill. I got a sister as well. She has a little flat in 
Bayswater which I bought her. 

You know it's important to look after family. You don't 
know how important they are until they've gone. While my 
cash is nice, it's even better to give it to your loved 
ones. 

In the office there are five of us - all male, young, 
well off and randy. Life revolves very sweetly around 
earning a wad and then spending it on fast cars, smart 
holidays and pulling the birds. In fact there's a sort of 
running competition between our little band of five to 
see who can pull the best birds. When a new female joins 
the office it's almost all out war to see who gets into 
her pants first. 

The girls here are great and most are up for it if push 
comes to shove but it's the new meat that keeps the 
interest up - if you get my drift. By the way, if you are 
politically correct and find my views unacceptable, tough 
- get a life. Lots of birds I know have great minds but 
where they really perform is between the sheets. A lot of 
women say that men only think with what they have in 
their pants. That may be true but none of the birds I've 
shagged have ever complained about the size of my 
intellect! 

Back to my tale. The start of my decline was heralded one 
day when the section manager announced that his personal 
secretary (a nice little number with 38DD tits, a cunt 
like the grand canyon and a very generous nature) was in 
the family way and was leaving to get married. What 
surprised me was that it wasn't any of our gang of five 
to blame - we had all given her cunt a good whitewashing 
in the past. Apparently the forthcoming event was the 
result of a little "how's your father?" with a Greek 
waiter. 

Her replacement was joining the bank the next week. 
Immediately bets were on and chat-up lines were being 
rehearsed - who would be first to give her a thorough 
reaming. 

*

The next Monday she arrived - a small but nicely rounded 
chick with black hair pulled back in a bun and round 
rimless glasses. She was dressed in a severe grey suit 
with a skirt down to her knees. She was quite pretty if 
you could see past her obvious disguise. All attempts by 
the guys to attract her interest were rebuffed with a 
cold stare. She was going to be a challenge. Her name was 
Alice Morgan. 

Bad luck would have it that I had to go to Japan on 
business the following week and it looked like I would 
lose the race to conquer Alice. It looked like I would be 
losing a few quid on the bets I had laid but such was 
life. 

*
 
The trip to Japan worked out very well. I closed a couple 
of deals which netted me close to half a mill in 
commission and I had a very enjoyable time in a number of 
very select geisha houses. You know there's something 
about a slim Japanese woman which turns me on every time. 

When I returned to the office two weeks later I expecting 
to hear how Alice had been given a thorough porking by 
one of the guys. To my amazement the guys were walking 
around like whipped dogs. The story was the same from all 
of them - all attempts to persuade Alice into bed had 
failed miserably. None had even got her out on a date. It 
was pathetic to see such fine figures of men beaten into 
submission. Time for me to show them whose boss!! 

I got one of the girls to let me see Alice's her 
personnel file - it's surprising what the offer of dinner 
and a good poking will get you. All I found out was that 
she was 24, unmarried and liked horse riding and 
classical music. Not much to go on, particularly when you 
consider that nearest I get to a horse is in the betting 
shop. 

OK, not much to work with so music it had to be. A couple 
of years before I had had a relationship with a cello 
player in the London Symphony Orchestra. Apart from 
fucking my brains out, she taught me a fair bit about 
music. 

As luck would have it, the promenade concerts were about 
to start. (for those of you not from the UK, the 
promenade concerts are a series of concerts held in the 
Royal Albert Hall in London during the summer months) A 
quick look at the program gave me my lead. The next 
Saturday there was a concert of English music including 
Elgar's Enigma Variations and Delius' Brigg Fair - both 
guaranteed to bring a tear of happiness to the eye of the 
most hard hearted Brit. Here was the key to her pants. 

Using a contact I obtained two tickets and with a tap on 
the door slipped into Alice's office. Putting on my most 
innocent expression I launched my attack. "Er, excuse me 
Alice, I wonder if you can help me out?," I began. "I 
have two tickets for the Saturday promenade concert but 
my sister, who was going with me, has had to call it off. 
You look like the only person in the office who would 
appreciate the concert, would you be interested in 
coming?" 

"You do surprise me, Mr. Stevens," she replied coldly, "I 
thought you were only interested in drink and sex." She 
had already heard about my reputation and she was smart 
enough to realize why the guys had all tried to date her. 

This wasn't going to be easy. I sat down. 

"There is a lot of truth in what you say," I replied. "My 
social life is perhaps excessively decadent to most but I 
do actually have interests that I don't announce to 
everyone at office," (maybe an insulted and hurt response 
would help). "Anyway, if you're not interested never mind 
I'll find some else who might enjoy a cultural evening." 
and I turned to leave. 

As my had reached for the door, she spoke again in a 
rather warmer tone. "Actually I would love to go, Delius 
is one of my favorite composers." 

Amazing! Round one to me. "I'll meet you outside the Hall 
at eight o'clock," I replied and left. 

The game was on but what tactics would work? 
 

*** Chapter 2 


My appearance was going to be all-important. I could not 
risk appearing in my best "bird pulling" gear. This lady 
needed stealth and cunning. Our seats were in the main 
body of hall and evening dress seemed excessive. I 
selected a dark blue silk suit, white shirt and navy blue 
tie with a red stripe. Elegant and smart but nicely 
understated. 

Rather than use my turbo-charged bird pulling cologne, I 
decided a subtler approach was needed for Alice. A 
slightly scented face balm was employed instead after my 
shower and shave. Clean smelling and slightly sexy 
without being overpowering. I felt rather like a fly-
fisherman stalking a particularly nervous trout. 

She looked stunning. Gone was the frumpy suit. She was 
dressed in a nice little black dress which showed enough 
of her ample cleavage to give me hope. Her jet-black hair 
was worn loose and fell nicely over her shoulders. Gone 
were the glasses. I had a hard-on in seconds. "Steady on 
tiger," I murmured to myself, "don't lose the plot now." 

She smiled as I said hello and I gave her a slight kiss 
on the cheek - just enough to greet her without blowing 
my cover. Her perfume was subtle but overwhelming. 

The concert was tremendous and just as I hoped Alice 
found the music nicely moving and as we left she linked 
her arm in mine and leant slightly me. The next step was 
tricky. "Would you like some supper?" I asked. "Mmmmm, 
that would be nice," she replied. I knew this little 
place in the West End which served excellent French 
cuisine, and of course the owner was a good friend. 
(successful seduction requires thorough planning!) 

A simple nicoise salad and a steak washed down with a 
choice Burgundy got us both in a mellow frame of mind. We 
spoke quietly over coffee. With careful probing Alice 
began to fill me in on her background. She had graduated 
in English and was currently gaining experience in the 
banking world. Working as a personal assistant provided 
excellent experience while she decided on her next step. 
She did not intend to stay as a PA for long. - she was 
ambitious. 

She had a small flat in Bayswater and had lived in London 
for 2 years. She enjoyed the work at our bank but found 
the other members of our little gang of five all rather 
irritating and childish. She was amazed that they 
believed that any woman would want to jump into bed with 
them at the drop of a hat. 

She actually commented that I was a little different and 
at least I hadn't tried to put my hand on her backside 
("not yet," I thought). I replied that I was grateful for 
her comment and that I did try to respect other members 
of staff ("you lying bastard," I again thought) 

It was getting a little late and we caught a taxi to her 
flat. As we stopped outside I realized that the most 
crucial stage had been reached. "Mike, I really enjoyed 
this evening. I have to say that I had serious doubts 
over going out with you but you have been a revelation. 
Your knowledge of music shows that you are not a shallow 
as I first believed." she said. "Would you like to come 
in for a nightcap?" Paydirt!!! I was in!!! "Yes, would 
like that very much," I said, masking my excitement. 

Her flat was small but very nicely furnished. Here was a 
lady of style. I went through to the lounge and I sat 
down on a leather sofa. It was warm and I asked if she 
minded if I took of my jacket. "Go ahead," she called 
from the kitchen. Soon she came in with a tray. On it was 
a jug of fresh coffee and a bottle of brandy with two 
snifters. She then went over to the stereo put on a 
modern jazz CD and sat down on the couch next to me. 

This was a serious atmosphere for chilling and soon we 
were talking like old friends. Soon I noticed that the 
booze was beginning to affect both of us and soon we were 
sitting closely. This was the time to make my move and I 
leant over and kissed her. She moaned and kissed me back. 

Soon we were into some real deep kissing and I could 
sense Alice becoming aroused. I took a chance and put my 
hand on her knee. 

She froze!

Shit, I had misplayed the game and blown it. To my 
surprise, instead of pushing me away however she quietly 
said " Please don't, I'm a virgin." 

To say I was surprised understates things. My mind was 
racing, what could I do? Then, inspiration. "That's OK, I 
understand," I said in my most understanding tone, "I was 
being unjustifiably presumptuous." 

"Sorry but I come from a strict background and I have 
always sworn that I will be a virgin on my wedding 
night," she added. 

Damn, my chances had gone down the pan, but I was 
determined not to leave without some fun. " Do you trust 
me?," I asked. "I think so," Alice replied. "OK, there 
are other ways you can enjoy yourself without fucking," I 
added, "Take off your skirt and tights." 

Alice blushed and hesitated. After a moments thought she 
stood up and nervously biting her lip took off her dress 
and pulled down her tights. Her underwear was simple but 
a real turn on. No, not a G-string or thong, but simple 
matching cotton bra and panties. 

"OK, go lie on the bed," I said, and she obeyed. 

*

You should now understand that one of my talents is 
giving head and Alice was about to experience all my 
skills. I leant over her and kissed her navel. Her hands 
instinctively went to my head to stop me but as I 
continued she moaned, shivered and her hand dropped onto 
the bed. I gently nibbled my way down her body to her 
fleshy pubic mound. Her panties felt soft on my lips and 
I could smell her musky cunt. I tried to ease her legs 
apart but she resisted. 

I looked up and said, "It's OK, I won't hurt you. If I do 
anything you don't like just say 'No' and I will stop 
immediately." 

"I'm afraid I might be smelly down there." she said 
blushing furiously. 

"You do but it's the best smell in the world," I said. 

She smiled and parted her legs. I planted a firm kiss on 
her clit. Even through her panties she felt enough to 
make her gasp. The gusset of her panties were damp and 
slightly stained. I ran my tongue down it savouring the 
slight tang of her urine and other juices. 

Like many dark haired women Alice was pretty hairy and 
tufts of hair poked out from the legs of her panties - 
wow that was sexy. I moved my lips down her legs and 
gently ran my tongue down her foot. This is a risky 
strategy and can be a passion killer if the woman is 
ticklish. No problem here, she loved it. I sucked gently 
on each toe running my tongue between them tasting her 
slight sweaty flavour. From her movements I could tell 
that Alice was ready for more. 

"Can I take off your panties?" I asked. Alice blushed 
again and hesitated. " I promise I won't do anything you 
don't want," I added - and I meant it. Giving her the 
maximum pleasure was all I wanted now. 

Even though my cock was fit to burst I was having too 
much fun taking Alice into unknown sexual territory. (if 
they ever develop a university course on fucking maybe 
I'll apply for professorship) She nodded and raised her 
lower body slightly. I eased down her panties and the 
glory of her hairy snatch was revealed. It was 
incredible. 

In my experience many women find contact of their clit 
too much early on in sex and prefer pressure on the area 
just above it. Alice was no exception and she started to 
gasp as I sucked deeply on her hairy pubis. After a while 
I took her erect clit, which was surprisingly big, and 
sucked into my mouth rather like a woman sucking a cock. 
She nearly fell off the bed!! To give a chance to recover 
I moved my tongue down and lapped at her cunt. It was 
really small and I could feel her complete hymen as I 
probed with my tongue. 

Suddenly she spoke in a small voice. "Henry, would you 
lick my bum?" You know there are some words like fuck and 
arsehole which just sound crude when spoken by a woman. 
Other words like bum are somehow sexier. Coming from 
Alice in her small quiet voice it was almost painfully 
cute. She knew what she wanted to say but was too shy to 
use cruder words. "OK," I said.

She rolled over and pushed her arse towards me. Her pubic 
hair extended into the darker brown pigmented area around 
her anus and in the middle was her small puckered hole. I 
sniffed and absorbed the slight musk from her anus and 
gently licked. She reacted like a horse spooked by a 
rattle snake. 

My tongue had obviously hit the spot. I licked harder in 
a circular motion pressing from time to time in the 
centre. More and more she gasped and her anus began to 
open and I pushed my tongue in and out. I've never been 
turned on by shit play and I could taste the bitterness 
of the smears of shit inside her sphincter but doing !

it to such a cutie wasn't too bad. I was fucking her ass 
with my tongue and she pushed to meet me as my tongue 
went in. 

That was it, she gave a squeal and loud moan and 
orgasmed. I was amazed. As she rolled over I could see 
from the deep pink flush on her neck and upper chest that 
her reaction was no fake. I couldn't believe that anyone 
could orgasm from being rimmed but here was the evidence. 

He lay back with her sigh, her eyes closed. After a 
moment I realized that the booze and the orgasm must have 
been too much for Alice because I realized she had 
drifted off to sleep. The slight smile on her face was 
enough satisfaction for me. 

Gently I undid her bra, mainly because I wanted to see 
her tits, and pulled the blanket over her and left the 
bedroom. After adjusting my throbbing cock in my pants I 
turned off the light, left the flat and walked home. I 
hadn't had it my way but I didn't mind - a quick wank 
later would sort out that. 
 

*** Chapter 3 


Sunday mornings are sacrosanct to me. I usually creep out 
of bed around nine, shower and then spend two hours 
drinking coffee and reading the paper. The next day was 
no exception and I was quietly pondering the Times 
crossword when the phone rang. It was Alice. She said 
hello in a rather subdued voice and asked if we could 
meet. The day was nice and sunny and I suggested we meet 
in a small pub I know opposite Hyde Park at 12.00. 

I had hardly started my first pint of ale when Alice 
arrived. She was wearing a bright sun dress, her hair was 
worn down and she looked pretty as a picture. I brought 
her a drink and we sat in a quiet corner of the pub. 

"I want to apologize for my behaviour last night," she 
began. 

"I don't know what you mean," I replied in confusion. 

"I shouldn't have fallen asleep the way I did and left 
you to let your self out." came he reply. "Also, I hope 
you didn't mind doing those things I asked you to do. I 
don't want you to think I'm a filthy slut." 

I had enough of this. "Am I complaining?" I asked. "First 
of all I was pleased to do whatever you asked and the 
fact that you fell asleep makes no difference. You 
enjoyment was enough for me. Certainly I've bedded more 
women than the average bloke but I have made certain 
every time that they all have as much if not more fun 
than I had. Sex is as much about giving than taking. Last 
night I gave, and it was extremely pleasurable." 

I leant forward and whispered. "Did you know that you 
have the tastiest pussy I've had the pleasure of 
licking?" 

Alice blushed deep red and gasped, putting her hand to 
her mouth. 

"Secondly you must learn to stop apologizing and start 
enjoying yourself. There is no need for you to be shy or 
embarrassed about sex." I continued in my sternest voice 
rather like a father telling off his daughter. Up to now 
I couldn't give a toss about a bird's feelings, only 
whether she enjoyed a good fuck. Somehow with Alice 
things were different. 

Alice looked relieved. "Mike, I want to make amends, 
would you like to come around to my flat for lunch?" 
Naturally I accepted. 

Lunch was a delight, salad, fresh bread, plenty of 
chilled white wine. Something still bothered me about the 
previous night and I came out with it. 

"Alice, forgive my curiosity, but I can't believe the way 
you orgasmed as I rimmed your rear" 

She blushed a little and said explained how her anus had 
always been her most sensitive area and how while all her 
friends at school masturbated by rubbing their clits or 
pushed a vibrator into their cunts, all she needed was to 
push a finger or other suitable object into her ass. 

Her favorite toy was a thick German candle which had a 
rippled surface rather like tree bark. This was 
guaranteed to bring her off. She pointed at the candle on 
her table. It was huge, getting on for two inches in 
diameter and about a foot long. 

"How the heck do you get that inside your bum?" I asked. 

Alice gave a small smile. " Practice" 

Because her friends did not get the same sensations from 
their asses as Alice she started to worry that she was 
abnormal and became withdrawn. This has led to shyness 
and the cold facade she put on at work. She had never had 
a boyfriend. 

I'm not a psychologist but I couldn't see that she really 
had any problems. What she needed was a good dose of 
reality to clear away her misplaced repression. I 
explained to her that there aren't really any particular 
sexual practices which are normal or abnormal. Some, such 
as paedophilia are universally unacceptable, but 
otherwise it's all about what turns you on and whether 
you do any harm. If her ass does the business for her 
then fine. No-one was entitled to judge her. 

Alice suddenly said, "Henry, I want to pay you back for 
last night. Stand up and take off your clothes." 

Being an obedient sort of guy I did just that. Just as I 
reached just my under pants Alice grabbed me and started 
to tongue my navel. Wow, was that good. "Slow down," I 
gasped, "I want to see you naked." 

Without any hesitation Alice stripped. She looked 
amazing, her tits were full but didn't sag in any way. 
She had pert, dark nipples which were erect. Her dark 
bush spread across her lower belly and formed a thin line 
up to her navel. Before I could look further she knelt 
down and started to kiss my cock through my pants. She 
slowly pulled my pants down and took my cock in her 
mouth. She had the softest of mouths and she gently 
sucked as she moved my cock in and out of her mouth. I 
groaned how good it was. 

Alice stopped, looked up at me and said, "Believe it or 
not, yours is the first I have ever seen or sucked. Let 
me know if I'm not doing it right." And resumed her 
sucking. 

She certainly was a fast learner. Her tongue traced its 
way to my balls and she took each one in turn into her 
mouth. Her tongue continued it's way down and soon she 
was greedily lapping at my anus. By this time I was 
seriously ready to shoot and I thought my cock would 
explode at any time. Alice eased two fingers into my ass 
and gently rubbed my prostrate. At the same time she 
resumed sucking my cock. This was too much and I told her 
that I was about to cum. 

In reply she sucked harder and my gism spurted thickly 
into her mouth. He mouth filled quickly and white fluid 
escaped the sides of her mouth and dripped onto her 
perfect tits. She sat back, mouth full, with a look of 
indecision.

"The big question is, do you spit or swallow." I 
helpfully told her.

After a moment of thought she swallowed.

"That tasted good," Alice exclaimed as she licked my cock 
clean. I wasn't in a fit state to reply. 

Later we lay on the bed resting. Alice was slowly pushing 
her finger in and out of her ass with obvious enjoyment 
"Would your ass like some more attention," I asked. 
"Definitely," she replied, "but I would like to try some 
other things. Do you want to fuck my bum?" she asked. 
"Yes please," I naturally replied. 

"Let me get it ready," Alice replied with a grin. She 
went into the bathroom and returned with a tube of KY. 
She grabbed her candle went into the bedroom. 

"Come on," he called. 

By the time I had got to the bedroom Alice was lying on 
the bed, legs in the air, pushing her fingers into her 
well greased butt-hole. 

"Put some KY on the candle, please." She asked. 

I greased the candle well, gave it to her and I watch in 
amazement as she eased it into her rear. Alice panted 
gently as she eased inch after inch into her. For the 
next couple of minutes she pushed it in and out getting 
more and more exciting. 

Suddenly she pulled it out giving me a first rate view of 
her dilated butt hole. 

"Your turn Mike." and she squatted over me and lowered 
herself onto my now throbbing cock. Her anus was relaxed 
and open and my cock slid easily into her. Alice gasped 
loudly and pushed down until her arse pressed against my 
balls. I have a pretty decent sized cock which is both 
long and fat and I was surprised how easily she took it 
all. "This is better than a candle," Alice grinned and 
she started to ride my cock up and down. With every 
stroke her gasps got louder and her face redder. I could 
also feel my cock swelling. Just before I came Alice's 
eyes opened wide - "I hope you don't get too much 
bigger," she gasped. 

We came together, Alice with loud gasps and squeals, me 
with thick jets of cum into her bowels. As Alice came I 
felt her gut convulse as though trying to pull me deeper 
inside. The sensation was so strong that it felt as if my 
own guts were being pushed out of my cock. Slowly we 
subsided an Alice sat down on me so that all my cock was 
deep inside her.

"Er... we have a little problem." Alice looked at me with 
an expression of perplexity on her red, sweating face.

I felt a pang of apprehension.

"What problem?" 

Alice saw my look of concern and laughed.

"The problem is how do I get to the bathroom without your 
cum dribbling out onto the carpet." 

"Hmm I see what you mean," I replied.

After a moments thought , Alice reached over to the 
bedside table and picked up her wine glass. She lifted 
herself off my cock and held the glass under her ass to 
catch the cum as it poured out. She pushed until with a 
loud fart most of the fluid poured out. She held the 
glass up to look at the white juice it contained. 

"I hear that man juice contains a lot of protein. I 
suppose I shouldn't waste it." 

Then with as much an expression of ecstasy as a 
connoisseur of wine she drank my juice down and then 
licked the glass clean. 

"Tasty." came her response. 

I hadn't seen anything like this, even in the bluest of 
porn clips. 

We were both pretty hot and sweaty so we slipped into the 
shower for half an hour of mutual soaping. If you haven't 
tried it, give it a go - it's the next best thing to all 
out sex.


*** Chapter 4


Later...

We sat relaxing on the couch, drinking coffee. Never had 
I felt a more complete sense of ease. With Alice I felt 
that I had found everything I needed in a woman. Great 
looks coupled with a element of vulnerability but also an 
honest strength of character. I had feelings I had never 
before felt about this woman.

Our reverie was suddenly broken by Alice.

She looked pensive. "Look Mike, I'm a little confused as 
where we go from here. I don't want to pressurise you at 
all but I feel there is a certain chemistry between us. I 
get the impression that you're not strong on commitment 
but I need to understand where we might be going. I don't 
want to loose this thing we have going but I can't 
compromise my beliefs concerning my virginity. What are 
we going to do?" 

For a guy like me whose motto was, "Ich kam, ich sah, ich 
eroberte, ich bewog an." - "I came, I saw, I conquered, I 
moved on", this was new territory.

For once my heart and head were in accord - this was a 
real foxy lady who had everything, both physical and 
cerebral, that a guy could want. I didn't want to lose 
this. Finally I said something that I never thought I 
would hear myself say:

"Alice, I believe I love you dearly, I think you're great 
company and a wonderful person, and I respect your views. 
I want nothing more than to stay with you and to continue 
our relationship. Will you consider for the time being 
that we continue the good work we have started and see 
how it develops?" 

Alice didn't speak, she just nodded with smile and kissed 
me deeply.

Epilogue:

So it was agreed, we were now an item... but what about 
work? I had to get the heat off Alice from the other 
guys. 

And so it was that when I reached work the next day I met 
up with the rest of the gang of five in the smoking room. 

"Any luck with Alice," was the question. "No," I replied, 
" She basically told me to clear off when I asked her for 
a date. I also have it on very good authority that she is 
in fact a lesbian." 

END

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