4 comments/ 14995 views/ 3 favorites At Six By: lipstickandligature "You know what you need?" Sven leant against the sink and watched Mimi luxuriate in the bath. "What?" she held out her empty glass and he refilled it from the bottle on the floor. "Topping." He grinned. "You look so fractious I think it would do you good." Mimi stopped, pulled her glass close to her slowly, thinking. "I'm fine, really." "You haven't stopped in two weeks, sugar. You need to rest." "Uh." Mimi placed her glass on the tiled ledge to her left and sank into the steaming water so that her hair tangled like weeds around her face. "I know. I've forgotten what it's like to-" she stopped again, mid sentence and squeezed her eyes closed as though the action would stop the tears that burned behind them in their tracks. "Hey." Sven put his glass on the shelf above the sink and knelt down, stroked her face. "What?" "Oh, I'm just tired." She shook her head, her tear streaked face reddened by the steam. "I am just very tired, that's all." She grabbed his wrist, kissed it. "You're sure?" he gave her a long look. "If there's anything wrong you can tell me." Mimi nodded, swallowed hard, tried to will the lump in her throat away. "Thank you. There isn't." she said. "And I would, I promise." She forced a smile. "Good. Now get out." Sven stood and shook out a large towel. "You need to switch off." "I can't." Mimi smiled and stood, wrung out her hair into the bath. She took the towel from him and wrapped it around herself as she stepped out. Sven pulled the plug and watched the scented water glug away. "You need to." He said. "It's not good for you to be thinking about work all the time or things you feel like you have to do." "This coming from you?" she smirked. Sven shrugged. "You look after me." He said. "Plus, I'm pretty good at benign neglect now. Things are going to be okay -- if only for tonight." Mimi was towelling herself off, watching herself in the bathroom mirror. "Do you think I've put on weight recently? I look a bit..." she tailed off, pinched the flesh on her hips. "This is just what I mean." Sven sighed, kissed her on the cheek. "Always worrying. You look fine to me." "It's practically your job to say that." Mimi said. "Ever the cynic." Sven grabbed a small bottle of scented oil from the shelf, waved it at her. "Let me rub your shoulders, kitten." He watched her hesitate then pulled her close, kissed her hard on the mouth. "It doesn't have to be topping." He whispered. "It can be me serving you and making everything safe and okay if that's what you need it to be. I can service top you." He said. "Or I can bend over and take it like a man if that's what you want." Mimi nodded, felt the knot in her shoulders begin to unfurl at the idea of him pushed against her, whispering obscenities into her ear. "Will you service fuck me?" she asked. "Yes, Ma'am." He smiled. "Whatever you need." "Thank you." She smiled. "God damn it." Mimi sniffed loudly, fought off tears again. "Are you definitely sure this is just tiredness?" Sven said. "Definitely nothing else? You haven't been fired have you?" Mimi laughed. "No, silly." She wiped her face on the back of her hand. "I'm just so tired from everything. Fourteen-hour days and travelling up and down the country. I feel bad for neglecting you. I haven't rung my mum in two weeks." She sighed. "It's like I'm never off." "All the more reason for it, then." Sven said. "If you want." Mimi nodded. "You have no idea." "Well, then." Sven said, "Put your hair up then come into the bedroom. You can forget the clothes." Mimi nodded, smiled up at him. "You're so good to me." Sven nodded, closed the door behind him. The bedroom was dark and for all their talk of topping and fucking he wanted little more than to scoop Mimi up and cuddle her close to him until she was utterly doubtless that he would be there for her through everything. He hated seeing her so fretful though knew it was just the price she had agreed to pay for the life they had. In a horrible kind of way, it made the moments they did get to relax all that more sweet when they came. It was those times when they were both full of the knowledge that their toil and tears had been good for something. Sven turned the bedside lamps on, kept the light low and pulled the toy-bag from the bottom of the wardrobe. He unzipped it and left it on the floor at the foot of the bed then walked to the window and closed the blinds, watched as the humming light of the city disappeared behind the thick, cream fabric. "Are you done yet?" he shouted, "Get out here." Mimi's voice returned, muffled. "Nearly." Came the reply, more buoyant than before. Sven smiled, lit the candles that stood on the small, wooden dresser and turned back to the bag. "Oh, lovely." Mimi eyed the candles and the closed blinds, took a sip of her wine. "This is perfect." She said. "Shall I sit down?" she nodded towards the bed. "Yes." Sven looked up. "Take off the towel, though. It's warm in here, I checked the radiator. It's on." "If you say so." Mimi let the towel pool around her ankles then stepped over it, settled on a spot in the middle of the bed. "There. I'm ready. You can ravish me now." "Hah. I might just do that." Sven kicked off his own jeans, pulled off his socks. He joined Mimi on the bed in nothing but boxers and a t-shirt, made himself comfortable behind her, his knees pulled up. "You ready then?" he asked, letting a few small beads of the oil drip into his palm. Mimi nodded, the curls piled on her head shanking. "I am." She breathed. "Definitely." "Good." He kissed the space where her neck met her clavicle and she moaned in response, gooseflesh shivering upward despite the comfortable warmth. "Absolutely no work related thoughts for the rest of the night. None." He said. "None?" Mimi repeated. "Okay then." the phrase escaped her lips knotted in a long, low exhalation that made Sven laugh. "Ugh. Sorry." She said. "It's like I've forgotten how to have an actual life." "No guilt, either." Sven said, his thumbs running over the back of her neck, pressing hard against her shoulder blades. "God damn, that is good." She said. "I forgot you could do this." "You bet." He nodded. "I'll work my way down." "Will you, now?" Mimi smiled, turned slightly. He pushed her back to face forward, nodded. "I will." He said. "And you needn't do anything." "Damn, I love it when you talk dirty." Sven laughed. "I saw you were sketching this morning." Mimi turned around again. "How do you know that?" "I saw the napkin on top of the file you left on the coffee table." He said. "It's nice to see." "Thank you." Mimi smiled. "I missed it so much. I've been so busy that it's like I forgot how important it is to me. How important it used to be. Once upon a time it was my very reason for living and then life got in the way and I never got around to it." "It's good to see you taking time for yourself again." Sven said, his fingers working slowly over her shoulders. "I worry about you, you know that." Mimi nodded, swallowed hard. "I know." She reached backward, searching for his hand. They met half way and she squeezed it tight. "I know you do." She said. "Thank you." "You needn't thank me." He laughed. "Silly thing." Another kiss landed on her shoulder and she grabbed him and pushed him down, pressed their mouths together, her whole body aching for him. Sven cupped her bottom with his hand, held her close. "What do you want?" he asked. "You never really have told me properly." "Oh-" Mimi blushed. "You mean submissive leanings?" He nodded, pulled her close. "I need to know, baby." "Yes." She agreed. "You do." She twisted in his grip, her hand flat against his side. "Okay." There was another breath, as though she were preparing herself for some great revelation. "I think about-" she paused, looked up at him. "Don't laugh." "No." He hugged her close. "Don't give me that shit, Amanda. I've told you everything. Tell me. You've bottomed to me a handful of times, I've got a fair idea." "I think about mild pain but I'm not sure if I want so much of it in reality. Remember that time before?" "Yes." Sven nodded. "Okay. We can do that. I'll go slow." "Good. And you know I like it when you talk dirty." She said. "And a little rough play would be nice. I feel like I need sensations strong enough to make me not think of anything." "Sounds fair." Sven smiled, grabbed her glass. " You can start by getting the following from the toybag." He said. "What?" Mimi turned, watched him set her glass on the side table. "The tape, the medical scissors we have in there and..." he hesitated, watched her move to the bag. "I'll get the rest. Wouldn't want to ruin the surprise now, would I?" Mimi smiled, shook her head. "I suppose not." "What was that?" Sven cupped his hand around his ear theatrically, "What did you say?" Mimi narrowed her eyes, tried to supress a laugh. "No. Not happening." "Do it." He smiled. "Go on, say it." Mimi pouted. "Do I have to?" "What do you think?" he pulled the tape and the scissors off her and laid them on the table. "I shan't ask twice." Mimi sighed heavily, swallowed the strange, niggle of pride that swam about the back of her mind like some grinning shark. " No, Sir." "Good." Sven smiled. "Keep going." "I wouldn't want you to ruin the surprise." "Good girl." He nodded, pulling a length of tape from the roll. "Arms out, wrists together." Mimi obeyed, watched him. "You're loving this, aren't you?" she smirked. Sven nodded. "I'd be lying if I said no. Of course I love it. Look at you." He snipped away the tape and pressed the length around her wrists so that they were bound together in front of her. " Stretch your arms above your head." "Like this?" Mimi followed the order so that her arms hovered in a triangle above her. " Perfect." He said, his arms moving around her waist, pulling her close against him and kissing her hard. His tongue pushed her lips apart and she moved closer, her bound arms falling around his neck. "Back up." He breathed., one arm stretching upward to replace her arms above her head. "Hold the position, do not touch me." "Yes Sir." Mimi nodded. "Good." He kissed her again, delighted in the way she tried to move nearer to him, moaned into his mouth. "Greedy tonight, kitten?" "I might be." She said. "Needy not greedy." He nodded. "Maybe a little of both." He teased. "But tonight, that's just fine." "Thank you." She closed her eyes, exhaled. "So good." "Now," he said. "I want you to walk to the wall and face it. I don't care if this starts to hurt a little." He nodded to her taped wrists. "Face the wall and be a good girl. You've always got your safe word if you need it." "Yes, Sir." Mimi nodded. "You know I'm always good." She turned and grinned at him, erupted into a storm of laughter when he grabbed her and pushed her against the wall. "Do I need to whip you for being a liar?" he asked. Mimi laughed, nodded. "Yes please." Sven laughed back, kissed her again, his hand running over her hip then upward. "Your nipples are hard kitten." Mimi nodded. "I know." "Come again?" Sven pinched her playfully on the hip. "Yes, sir." Mimi said. "They are." He nodded slowly, watched her move with nervous anticipation. "You are so beautiful." He pushed her back against the wall and kissed her once more, his fingers tangling into her hair. "Damn you." Mimi laughed, against him. "You going to fuck me with that?" she looked down, ran her thigh against the taughtening fabric of his boxers. "Please? I'll be a really good girl." "Oh?" Sven smiled. "Chatty all of a sudden, huh?" he grabbed her and landed a hard swat against the curve of her bottom. "Is that what you want?" Mimi sighed, tried to move in his grip. He hair fell into her eyes and Sven pulled the clip that held her hair up away, tossed it on the dresser. "Face the damn wall." He said. "Answer my question. Is that what you want?" Mimi moved from foot to foot, her skin suddenly filled with the electric shock of desire, her sex tightening. "Yes." She nodded. "Yes Sir. That's what I want." "Tell me again." Sven's voice dropped to a tantalising, low purr and Mimi pushed her bottom into his palm. "I'm not convinced." Mimi moaned, aching with desire for him as he rubbed the smarting flesh. Behind her, his palm moved in gentle circles and he repeated the request. "Tell me again." He said, his tone rising, glinting with tender threats. "Please, Sir, I want you to fuck me." Mimi said, her eyes flying open. "Oh, I-" Sven laughed. "Damn, and you said I was easy." "Oh fuck." Mimi erupted into laughter again, full of shame. "Shit." "Look at me." His voice was tender. "Turn around, baby." "No." Mimi shook her head, "Damn it." She pressed her face against his chest. "Look at me." He pulled her close to him, kissed her on the mouth, her arms pushed awkwardly to the side. "My baby gets whatever she wants, isn't that right?" Mimi blushed. "Uh, I...I suppose." "Well, you do." He said, cupping her cheek in his palm. "And you are going to get fucked, don't you worry." Mimi smiled, kissed him. "Good." "But first I want to rough you up a little." "Oh?" Mimi raised an eyebrow, still scrabbling for defiance. "I know it makes you ache like nothing else." He teased. "And you're a whore for a bit of dirty talk, aren't you?" He gripped her jaw, pushed her against the wall, fighting back. Mimi nodded, her body filling the silence, arching towards him. "Aren't you?" he repeated. "Yes, Sir. I am." "Good girl. Now move back against the wall." For the second time that night, Mimi turned and faced the wall, the smooth taupe paintwork inches from her face, the light and absence of everything but sensation soothing. She thought of the argument they'd had in the middle of the DIY place about which colour they should pick, how Sven had conceded. Mimi laughed. "What's so funny?" Sven stopped mid swing and looked up. "Nothing." Mimi said, still staring at the wall. "Just a little nervous that's all." "Calm down." Sven said, rubbing her gently between her shoulder blades. "Empty head, willing body." Mimi nodded, "Okay, Sir." "Good." He massaged her bottom again and then moved back, landed a swat against her backside. "Ah." Mimi tried to brace herself against the wall with her forearms, her legs spread wide. "Good girl." Sven rubbed her flesh, added another swat on the opposite buttock. "You don't need to think of anything else." "No, sir." Mimi said, her voice lower now, too focused on the sensation of being spanked to worry about much else. With every swat it seemed like every thought she had about work or life or forgotten hobbies or social obligation seemed to drift further and further away until there was little else but Sven and her and the tension that twisted deliciously between her thighs. Behind her, Sven moved and Mimi remained focused on the wall in front of her. She knew better to look and didn't want to ruin the weight of anticipation that seemed to have set itself between them. Besides, she had half an idea that she knew what was coming, had known the noise a hundred times herself when it had been him not her braced against the wall or tied to a table. "I think it's your turn." Sven said, the delight clearly audible in his voice. "Oh." Mimi couldn't help but moan, thrilled with the thought of him turning such familiar tables on her. "You know what I'm going to do, don't you?" he grinned. "Yes, Sir." Mimi nodded. "Care to share?" "Clothes pegs." Mimi answered. "Though I don't know where you're going to put them." "You don't?" Sven feigned surprise, kissed her shoulder. "You couldn't even guess, baby girl?" his thumbs ran over her nipples and she sighed hard, her skin humming. "Go on." He kissed her neck. "Take a guess." "Ah...oh...I-" Mimi couldn't bring herself to say it aloud. "You want a clue?" he whispered. "Yes, Sir." Mimi nodded, wailed as he slid this hand down her torso. "Here." His breath pushed against her neck like warm syrup and his fingers sank lower still then, quickly, pushed upward, parting her slickening labia. "Right here." "Yes, Sir." Mimi's eyes were closed and she shivered against him, focused on the sensation of his spread fingers running over her cunt. "Now, ask nicely." "What?" Mimi's eyes flew open. Sven nodded at her. "See this as a taste of your own medicine, Ma'am." He said, holding up a clip. "You're a fucking bastard and I hate you." Mimi said. "No you don't." He kissed her neck. "Not with a pussy that wet, you don't." "Fuck you." Sven grinned, pressed his erection against her thigh. "I love it when you talk dirty, Mimi." "Fuck." "You wanted to forget everything." He said, trailing the hard plastic gently over her sick folds. "Do you still want this?" Mimi nodded, despite herself. "Yes. I do. I want it. I want you. Please, baby." She arched her back, looked around at him." Sven said nothing, gently opened the first clip and pressed it against her labia. Mimi exhaled hard, letting the sensation bloom upwards. She was endlessly surprised by the way the pain was different in this context by the way it became soothing and made some tension deep within her simply vanish. "Can you take one on the other side, too?" Sven asked. "For me?" Mimi nodded. At that point there wasn't a whole lot she wouldn't have done for him though the thought made her blush furiously. "Yes, Sir." She said. "Yes." "Good." He rubbed the space gently and pressed a second clothes pin against her labia, let it spring shut against her. "Your shoulders burning yet?" Mimi hadn't even noticed until he'd said it, but then she was acutely aware of the ache between her shoulder blades. "Yes." She said. "Well then." Sven turned her around, pulled her arms down and gently snipped through the tape. Mimi had to stand awkwardly as he did it, the tips of the clothes-pins brushing her thighs. "Better?" he smoothed her hair and she nodded. Sven threw the tape away. "Now get on your knees, sugar and pull off my underwear." Mimi did as she was asked, her labia beginning to throb as she moved. The carpet pressed into her knees as she settled herself, sat on her legs with her back straight. Gently, she slid her fingers into the waistband of her boyfriend's underwear and edged them down his thighs, his hardening cock springing forward with a comical jerk. Mimi smiled, watched him step out of them. "Look at that grin." He teased. "You're such a greedy slut, aren't you?" Mimi raised an eyebrow. "I know what you like." "Excuse me?" He laughed, failed to keep a straight face. "What the fuck was that?" "I know what you like." Mimi repeated, her tongue darting out to catch a bead of pre cum that was forming at the end of his cock. "You're a cheeky little bitch, you know that?" he bent to grab her but Mimi dodged his advances, crawling up onto the bed. "Much too slow." Mimi shook her head. "My pussy hurts." "Good." He laughed. "Serves you right." Mimi gave him the finger then rolled over, stretched her hand towards a length of rope that was coiled in the bag. "Hell no." Sven caught her leg and pulled her back across the bed. "I think not." He grinned. Mimi pouted. "You can't outwit me that easily, can you?" Mimi sighed heavily, conceded defeat. No, Sir." "No." Sven leant forward and kissed her again, cupping her breast with his hand. "There's only one thing for this." He said. Mimi looked up at him, grinned. "What?" she asked. "That you shut the fuck up and let me fuck you, that's what." Sven said. "Usually keeps you quiet." At Six "Christ, come here." Mimi pulled him toward her. "Please." "Ask again." Sven said. "Your pussy must be burning up by now." Mimi nodded. "Please, baby. Please fuck me." "I love it when you beg." Sven mused, settling himself in front of her. He pulled his t-shirt off. "Ask again. Politely, this time." "Please Sir, will you fuck me." Mimi said, her voice pushed out into soft persuasion. "I'm aching for you, please baby." "Really?" Sven asked, discarding the first clip from his girlfriend's darkening labia. "Is that so?" Mimi nodded, screwed her eyes closed. "Please." She sighed. "I'm so wet." Sven moved forward, slid a finger between her labia, the remaining clothes pin jerking sideways, making Mimi gasp. He would have fucked her right there he was so hard but held back, tempered himself. Mimi always said it was better for the waiting. "You are." He said. "How about I take off this other clip?" "Yes." Mimi nodded. "Please." Sven did so, watched as Mimi moved her hand between her thighs. At the last moment he grabbed her wrist, pinned it to the pillow. "Don't touch things that don't belong to you." He sighed. "Do you understand?" "Oh fuck." Mimi gasped. "You fucker." Sven laughed, he was angled so close to her that his breath curled against her cheek. "Thought you might like that, kitten." He kissed her ear. "Just fuck me." Mimi said again. "You are very good at begging, aren't you?" Sven said. He moved closer to her so that the tip of his cock pressed against her labia. "This is what you want?" he moved himself so that he pushed his length over her clit. Mimi didn't speak then, just moaned and tried to wrap her legs around him but he merely grabbed them and pushed her legs against the bed. "I asked you a question?" Sven repeated. "Tell me, do you want me to fuck you?" Mimi nodded. "Yes, I want you to fuck me." Sven sank down next to her and kissed her hard, his hands running down her back until they cupped her bottom. "That's all I wanted to hear." He breathed. "Christ, I'm so hard for you now." "You want to fuck me?" Mimi laughed. "Yes." Sven cupped her face, nibbled her lip then slid between her thighs, enveloped by her warm wetness, devoured by her, pulled in my the hypnotic grind of her hips. "Yes. God, that's good." Mimi pulled him closer, her fingers digging into her arm. "Slowly." He teased, moving himself against her with barely there movements. "Like this?" "Harder." She said. "Fuck, I want you to fuck me, baby. I want you harder." "Ow." He kissed her looked over at her whitening knuckles, her nails pressing into his arm. "Greedy bitch." He laughed. Mimi nodded, pressed her cheek against the cool cotton of the pillow. "More." "Well, I wouldn't expect anything less." Sven teased, moving faster now, leaning forward so that he was pressed against her. "Not from my sweet girl and her greedy little cunt." He kissed her neck, felt her buck up toward him as he spoke, their rhythm regulating. "Oh, yes." Mimi breathed. "It's true. I don't want anything else, but you baby. Nothing else." "Tell me more." He said, the words slid against her cheek, coiled themselves into his gut. "Only you." Mimi breathed. "Harder, please." Sven picked up the pace, moving hard against her undulating hips. He kicked up the pace and soon enough she caught it, her fingers curling into the sheets, the delicious threat of orgasm building in her gut, shimmering over her shaking thighs. Mimi hooked her leg around him, slid her fingers over her swollen clit. "Baby." The word was a whisper ash she came, shaking against him hard as the first wave of orgasm shook through her, filling every single cell it seemed with incomparable calm. A second, smaller wave followed and she shook again, her fingers pressed against her lover's neck. "May I?" Sven said. Mimi's eyes flew open. "I thought you were the one topping here?" Sven sighed, still sliding between her thighs, pulling more tiny tremors from her. "I know what you like." He said. Kissed her hard before she could reply. "Stupid boy." She mewled the insult into his neck as he came, his weight pressed against her. For a moment they lay still breathing hard, revelling in the post orgasmic haze that hung over them, holding hands, kissing, cradling one another so that Mimi wished she'd done it sooner. "So good." She smiled and sat up, looked down at Sven. He smiled up at her, yawned. "Tired now?" He nodded. "Yes, Ma'am." "Stupid." Mimi kissed him on the mouth. "Silly, lovely boy. I love you, baby." "You too." He said. "You want water? I'm going to get some." Mimi said, standing and stretching. Sven nodded. "Please." Mimi stood and stretched, headed to the kitchen the air cool and comforting against her naked flesh. For the first time in weeks she felt completely calm, totally happy. Sven had been right; a little fooling around had been what she needed. She pulled open the fridge and poured them each a glass of water from a bright, glass jug she'd picked up in a place she couldn't remember. She had a momentous flash of wrapping it in newspaper and packing it into a box when she had left Daniel but quickly kicked the thought away into the dark soup of memory. Tonight nothing would ruin the lightness she felt, like she had been washed clean and all the worries had been frightened away by happiness. She closed the fridge, left the jug on the counter. "There." She settled herself back on the bed and gulped at the cool liquid greedily. "Take it." Sven took the full glass, watched Mimi place her own empty one on the nightstand. " Better now?" he ran his hand down her arm. "Much better." She nodded. "You're too good." "Are you tired?" Sven stood and blew out the candles, turned off the radiator. "You want a towel?" Mimi nodded. "Yes and yes." She said, throwing back the cover, taking the towel from him. "That was fun." He moved his glass on the night-stand. "I wasn't too rough, was I? You're okay?" Mimi nodded, eyed the clothes-pins that now sat innocently next to her glass. "Completely fine and horny as hell now." She admitted. "I might wake you up for some bitey revenge fuck at around six." "Really?" He laughed. "Bet you won't." He teased. "I fucked you pretty good, I think you'll sleep late tomorrow." "Maybe I will." She said. "And, either way, I will be happy." "Good." Sven flipped a switch and the room was plunged into darkness. "What are you doing?" Mimi said, watching him move under the sheets. "Getting behind you." He said, wrapped his arms around her, moved her to the space in the bed that he'd moved from. "Don't want to get bitten." "Oh," Mimi moved her hand in the dark, her fingers skating down his thigh. "I have other means, don't you worry." She pushed her bottom against his crotch and he laughed in the dark. "Good night, Mimi." Sven said. Mimi turned in his grip and kissed his chest. "I'll wake you at six." At Some Point in Time Chapter 1 - The First Encounter When Tim first spied Lois it was in passing in one of the passageways of their winding office complex. As they passed each other they exchanged brief smiles as co-workers do and continued along their separate ways—although their minds immediately formed visions of the other. Tim was an older and married man, who was beginning to show the signs of aging. Just a quick glance revealed that he once had a well-sculptured body with all the endowments any man could wish for. Barrel-chested, the rippled 6-pack of abs, the thick and strong neck, legs like a plow horse ... and god knows what else—and at 57 he still looked good. His features had become age modified over the years and now revealed a bit of belly "Dunlop." Upper arms that were once mountainously muscular now hung more visibly, and wrinkles seemed to crop up overnight. Tim was educated, and many of his co-workers wondered why he had taken on such a meaningless position with this company. He would only reply that a couple of bad marriages, supporting too many children, and bad business undertakings plagued his life. Now, approaching his silver years, he was too old for the serious work force—although no one would ever say that—either to his face or behind his back. Tim could still do the mental and physical work of any three or four of his young buck co-workers. Lois joined Dyno-mite as a bookkeeper and executive assistant a couple of months ago. Although but half Tim's age, Lois also began to feel the aches of time. Married to the wrong man, divorced, abused, carrying a little more than the gym could work off her ... although very friendly and sociable, she was alone in her very own and younger world. Notwithstanding, her personal assets compensated for any other shortcomings. She had long brown, silky hair; bright, full and beautiful teeth; eyes that had magnetic attraction; and a personality that never stopped. Even in her most agonizing of moments on the job, if any of her co-workers even ventured a smile at her, she would light up like a beacon and always have a captivating "Hello," or other bright endearment in return. As their paths crossed more and more, Lois's bright smile and effervescent personality began to have an appealing effect on Tim. After a few weeks he found himself looking forward to their paths crossing ... an occasional brush of their bodies, an innocent touch on the hand or shoulder, even the scent of her cologne, even the sweetness of her breath as she hoarsely whispered a "Hello." He found himself fantasizing over her after she passed him by. Sometimes her blouse would show a little more of her upper endowments than she realized. He would try not to stare, but he so badly wanted to have his face buried between her breasts he could hardly stand it. One afternoon Tim was standing at the coffee machine, waiting to savor a fresh cup of coffee, which he so enjoyed. The clip-clop of ladies' heels was normal in the lunchroom so Tim paid no attention to who was entering. Just as he had finished the first sip of coffee, the heels stopped behind him. Suddenly, he felt a gentle stroke up the roundness of his buttocks and was startled to hear Lois's soft voice throatily rasp out, "Nice ass for an old guy." Tim was so startled all he could reply was, "Gee, thanks, glad someone likes it!" He wheeled away and went back to his desk, barely able to conceal the growing erection in his pants. He could hardly believe she would say something like that—let alone stroke his ass. She stood there amazed and embarrassed that she had actually touched his ass, and cursed herself, under her breath, for having been so gutsy; although she knew, deep inside her, that every man loves that kind of thing. A couple of weeks passed between the lunchroom incident and their next encounter. Tim seemed to be avoiding her path and possibly another sensual confrontation with Lois. The company policy of fraternization was totally unforgiving, and Tim couldn't risk anyone misconstruing his casual familiarity. While Lois seemed to be somewhat embarrassed at having taken such liberties with someone she had only said "Hello" to previously, deep down inside she tingled every time he smiled at her. Sometimes, when he was so close to her that she could savor the manly aroma of his aftershave, she would wiggle her bottom into her chair to calm her continually growing passion and the desire for Tim that had whelmed within her loins. Suddenly it happened. It was late on a Friday afternoon, and most of the staff had already gone home. She was in a mad dash to leave too, coming into the hallway from the warehouse, while was going toward the warehouse with a crate of paperwork. As she opened the door it slammed into Tim's hand, knocking the crate out of his arms and onto the floor. At first she thought the door had hit Tim in the head and she panicked. Lois quickly closed the door lunged toward Tim to evaluate the damage. The crate had fallen to the floor intact, so no harm was done there. Tim was now leaning against the wall with his head resting on his hand and a half-cursing—half-smile on his face. Lois rushed over to him to turn his head to see if he was bleeding or needed anything. But just a step away from him, her heel caught on a corner of the crate and she went airborne towards Tim. He desperately reached out and caught her, just as she was about to slam face-first into the wall ... and Tim. Her momentum spun them both about, with Lois landing against the wall, standing spread-eagled, and Tim pressed tightly against her, just inches away from each others' face—and their bodies pressed tightly together. In her lush throaty voice she gasped, "Sorry you were there and glad you were there at the same time." He shook his head and whispered, "Yeah, me too." Then, without any warning or invitation, he slowly lowered his face the remaining two or three inches down to her soft and pouty lips. Their lips, parched from the near-disaster, touched ever-so-lightly. Tim's eyes raised to her now dazed orbs and he whispered, "I've been wanting to do that for weeks." Lois clasped her palms in the middle of Tim's back and gently pulled him towards her and whispered back, "Then why don't you finish what you started?" Slowly Tim lowered his head back to the level of her lips and touched hers with his again. This time it was not ever-so-lightly, but firm and warm with passion. Gingerly their lips parted, teasing each other's lips with the tips of their tongues. Lois was now clutching tightly at Tim's back, and through the thickness of their clothes she could feel his masculinity rising to the emotion. His hands slowly meandered the height and width of her buttocks and probed for more through the cloth of her short skirt. Lois slowly opened her mouth wider with her tongue inviting his in. Their tongues entwined like snakes writhing in a small sack; each seeking out the deepest depths of the other's cavern. After what seemed an eternity, their lips separated and they paused for a breath. Tim, remembered her comment in the lunchroom and queried her, "Not too shabby for an old guy, eh?" Lois gulped her breath and sensuously replied, "Do you do everything else as good as you kiss?" Before Tim could reply someone shut the lights off, signaling the building was going to close. "Just a minute," Tim yelled down the hall to whom ever had shut the lights out. He grabbed the crate back up and then snagged Lois's arm to guide her out of the hallway and steady her while she recomposed her skirt and blouse. Neither said another word. AT SOME POINT IN TIME Chapter Two -- The Temptation The days past and Tim remained tacit towards Lois. Although she was somewhat disappointed, she still hoped she had excited Tim enough for him to take some additional interest in her. She knew in her heart, because he was married, it could only be a brief encounter, but she still wanted it ... him ... and if nothing more, just the once! She had never experienced a man such as Tim. Tim knew she had excited him far beyond a friendly kiss and warm embrace. His craving for her femininity was fighting with his common sense and would jeopardize his job if they were ever caught together. He knew he would have to work very hard at Timing the situation, for the sake of both of their jobs—and his marriage too. Almost a month of avoidance and lack of contact had passed by. Tim became confident that he substantially thwarted the possibility of any congress between them. Yet, sometimes, during quiet times at his desk he would sometimes hear her soft voice, and then at home he would sometimes lie in bed and still feel the heat of her mouth on his, the suppleness of her breasts against his chest and the thrusting of together of their pelvises. Remembering the experience of their sensations and the void of those feelings at home played havoc on Tim's mind and his nerves. It was a beautiful Saturday and Tim was enjoying the break in the winter weather by catching up on "honey-do" chores around the house. The phone rang inside and Tim's wife picked up the phone in the kitchen. "Hello, Mrs. James. My name is Lois Ralston and I work with Tim at Dyna-mite. I've screwed up my computer in the middle of a big, rush job for work and I can't get anybody to come out today. I was just wondering if Tim might be available to take a look at it. I'd be glad to pay for his time?" Stunned, Stella answered that Tim was mowing the lawn and that if she would leave her number she'd pass it on to Tim when he was done. Tim had worked up a good sweat by the time he finished the lawn. Stella heard the lawnmower stop and gave him a few minutes to towel off. She grabbed a Coke out of the fridge and the slip of paper with Lois's number on it. As she handed Tim the Coke, Stella said, "Lois from work called and left her number." Tim panicked. He didn't know what to say, so he just took a long swig of the Coke and turned around. Stella told him about Lois's computer and then said, "She sounds so upset, and you need a break. Why don't you take a nice shower and then see if you can get her thing working?" Tim had to do everything in his power not to spit up the Coke still in his mouth. "Get her thing working indeed!" Tim gave Lois a call after his shower, and Lois gave Tim directions to her apartment on the other side of town. On the drive over, Tim wondered what was really going on with her? He knew she was putting in a lot of overtime and taking projects home on the weekends. She was a hard worker and a real go-getter. But, was just a ruse to get him alone? His thoughts went from here to there and back again. His cigarette almost burned his fingers as he partially daydreamed and this brought him back to reality. As he pulled into the townhouse complex, he became aware that he was somewhat aroused by the growing lump in the crotch of his shorts. "Oh shit!" He flamed at himself, "What am I thinking about? Yeah, we had a brief encounter, but this gal called for help, that's all!" He tried to convince himself. By the time Tim parked and walked up to Lois's door, his manhood had quelled to normal and he could stand erect—without having his emotions show. Lois answered the door on the first ring of the bell. Tim was quite surprised to see how she was dressed. His mind had run from the ridiculous to the sublime. Would she be in slippers and a robe? Hair askew...no makeup? Was she really so deeply engrossed in this home project? Would she be wearing something sheer and alluring trying to induce another encounter? Or, would she just be her tasteful-self, attractive but composed? Yes, Lois was her composed self. Nice jeans at just the right tightness and length, set off by a golden tie-belt, with a man-tailored white shirt, tied just above the jeans; a pair of low-heeled strappy sandals on her feet—toe and finger nails polished. Yes, that was what Lois was all about. As she greeted Tim with a firm handshake, Tim's eyes were immediately drawn to her magnificent cleavage, now accentuated in the man-tailored shirt, which was unbuttoned down to where it was tied. Just enough visible to know this was a real woman's breasts ... and they weren't harnessed. Lois led Tim to the dinning area where a computer niche was cluttered with folders and paperwork from the office project. She explained to him what happened with the computer, and for a couple of minutes Tim asked different questions and Lois answered all of the questions, ensuring this was a genuine computer glitch. "So," thought Tim, "she really was working on a project, how stupid I was to have doubted her." Then Tim began to check out the computer, and she went into the kitchen and brought out sodas for both of them. After about 25 minutes Tim had found the problem and fixed it. Of course, he had brought along his computer goodie bag, and had just the right parts the machine needed. As Tim reassembled the computer and checked out his handy work, he noticed Lois was not in the room. Maybe she had gone to the bathroom? "Everything's OK now, Lois." Tim called out. "You had a bared wire connected to the hard drive and it was grounding out. I replaced the wire, and checked out the hard drive, it's just fine." From around the corner Tim heard Lois yell, "This is a Saturday and you came to fix my machine, can I give you something for your time?" Tim replied, "Of course not, that's what friends are for." Lois shot back, "Oh, are we friends again?" Tim retorted, "We were never not friends, I was just trying to keep it that way!" With that Lois came around the corner in a satin baby-doll, propped one foot flat against the wall, affording Tim a full view of her leg—from toes to hips, and said, "Oh shit, I guess you won't let me give you this for your time and efforts?" AT SOME POINT IN TIME Chapter 3 -- The Congress Tim stopped dead in his tracks. He surveyed her from head to toe and then from toe to head. He had to draw in every ounce of his strength not to become another male pig and start liking his lips or some other such childish action. She looked absolutely magnificent and utterly sensual in the blue satin baby doll. Her hair hung casually just below her shoulders looking wilder than Tim had ever seen her wear it. The spaghetti straps of the top were just long enough to keep the top from sliding down off her pendulous breasts and exposing her growing nipples. Which, by the way, were now protruding well over a half-inch out through the material. And those little heels gave her legs the greatest shape. She knew just what she was doing. Below the scalloped edge of the top, Tim could see a scant one or two inches of skin and the shape of her belly button just above the drawstring and bow of her tap pant. Now Lois changed legs, leaning on the one furthest from Tim, and pulling up the nearer leg in direct line with Tim's eyes—giving him just the slightest glimpse of what lie hidden within the tap pant. Tim rose and slowly inched toward Lois. Every second that passed seemed like minutes to Tim as he tried to absorb all of her beauty and sensuality at once. As he inched toward her she began to wiggle with excitement. She knew this union would only be a once in a lifetime happening and she was already so excited about having Tim near her she could barely wait. By the time Tim traveled the ten or so feet to Lois she was almost over the edge with anticipation. Her nipples had now extended to a full three-quarters of an inch, and her crotch was so wet with excitement her tap pant was soaked right through. Tim grasped Lois by the shoulders and roughly pulled her away from the wall to him. The foot that balanced her against the wall immediately wrapped around Tim's leg as their lips mashed together. Both Lois and Tim were already wet with the perspiration of sexual excitement and each could smell the aroma of each other's love scents. Somehow, without Tim's' noticing her action, Lois had released the drawstring of her pant. As she unwrapped her leg from around Tim's leg the pan came sliding down to her knees. Tim's hands had already slid under her top and were roughly, yet lovingly, kneading her full breasts. As his fingers encircled her nipples, she began to moan and writhe in excitement. Lois managed to get her top over her head and pressed breasts hard against Tim with a little shimmy-like wiggle. Tim slid down to his knees and began kissing his way past her belly button and then to the well manicured patch of hair above and surrounding her love tunnel. Lois was so wild with passion she could only moan and groan for more, but Tim was not about to be rushed past the treat of enjoying every inch of Lois's womanhood. Lois was still flaunting her heels and could barely keep her balance as Tim's tongue brushed through the hair and gently started to massage that little piece of flesh that would take her past passion, and into the farthest realms of ecstasy. She wanted so to feel his raw manhood in her mouth. To savor the musky fragrance of his manhood. And to finally become bathed in his hot love fluid. But Tim remained on his knees, making her a complete wildcat. Then just as she was about to flow over the edge of satisfaction, Tim withdrew his tongue and gently kissed her clitoris, being extremely careful not to take her over the edge. As Tim stood up, Lois wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. As his face neared hers, her mouth enveloped his mouth and all of her love juices that Tim had not already savored. She devoured them hungrily and was amazed at how sweet her own love juice actually tasted. Then her tongue penetrated his partially open mouth as she tried to put all of her tongue into his mouth. "God," she thought, where has this man been hiding that I should never have experienced anything like this before!" Tim gently lifted he full weight of Lois's body, still wrapped around his, like a boa constrictor holding its prey. As he was approaching her he had noticed the bedroom to the right, and he carried her towards it. Except for the occasional moan and groan of sexual passion, Lois was saying nothing. She knew she could only have Tim once, and she wanted him to have everything and anything he wanted, as long as it included her body. Oh so gently Tim placed her now naked body onto the bed. As he watched her continue to writhe in the ebb of ecstasy, he carefully removed his shirt and shorts, unleashing his harnessed manhood. It now extended to a full 7 inches in length and at least two inches across. Lois shuddered as Tim approached the bed. She had never had a man of Tim's proportions and she did not want to let him down. Then he leaned down and carefully removed each of her sexy little strappy sandals, and gently kissed each of her toes, pausing momentarily to take a suck or two on each of her big toes. Again Lois felt the passion begin to rise within her legs. Her passion was so riled by now if she didn't have Tim soon, she would orgasm without him. Tim finished her toes and climbed up onto the bed, positioning himself directly above her breasts. Slowly he massaged each breast and then pressed his bulging penis between them, moving just a couple of inches up and down. Lois lurched lower, taking the monstrous head of Tim's penis into her blazing hot mouth. She began to suck on Tim like a baby would suck a nipple. Within a couple of seconds Tim was starting to moan, and both of them knew the end was near. Tim pulled back, removing his rock-hard erection from her mouth with a suctioning sound. Lois wanted Tim now at any price. But Tim held her down and whispered, "I can't let it go like this, I like you too much." Tim lowered his body, and like a radar guided smart missile put it right into her now flowing vagina, penetrating her to his full length in one long stroke. As he plunged full in, Lois screamed, "Oh my god!" and wrapped her legs around his waist so tightly he could barely pump his passion into her. Lois did not scream out in pain, but passion, as she was about to release the greatest orgasm of her life. At Some Point in Time After only a few long and deep strokes, Lois arched up radically, and then went limp as all of her passion and fluid flowed out of her. Seconds later, she felt Tim grow to even greater proportion as his semen violently spewed into her vagina, completely filling it and overflowing out onto her legs and the bed. Tim went limp on top of her and they both rested for a few minutes, completely and utterly spent. After Tim's climax subsided, so did his erection and it slid out of Lois. Tim rolled over onto his back and Lois immediately rolled over to clean his penis, which was glistening with both of their juices with her eager tongue and mouth. Knowing this would be the one and only time they would ever be together, Lois did not want to deny herself a drop of Tim's masculinity. After a quick shower to remove any telltale sex odors and Lois's body perfumes, Tim dressed and gathered his computer gear to leave. Lois came out of the bathroom clad only in a bath towel and walked over to Tim, gently kissing the nape of his neck. As Tim lifted to push her away, Lois acknowledged she knew this was a once only deal and that she was just checking because it seemed like more of a dream than reality. Lois thanked Tim for fixing her computer "and stuff," and then pecked him on the check again, softly whispering, "You are the best man I have ever had ... and I hope no man will ever be better. God bless you my dear." With that, Lois went back into the bedroom and Tim saw his own way out. Tim savored a long cigarette on the brief ride home, curiously reminiscing the last two hours in his life. As he swung the car into the driveway, Stella was coming out of the garage. She greeted Tim with an eager and prolonged kiss on he lips—one that Tim had not received from Stella in a long time—or so he thought. Stella asked Tim how it went, and he chuckled as he remembered Stella's earlier quip. Tim retorted, "Yeah, I got her thing working just fine."