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Choices

By: Igypt



After a few years it was supposed to get stale but it never is with him. He understood everything about her, seemed to see through her skin to her very soul. It was frightening sometimes. He seems to tap directly into her darkest and most exciting fantasies. The next day she would blush at what she had done, but wanted more each time. 

One night he told her to stay downstairs while he got things ready in their room. He poured her a glass of wine, and she heard him humming upstairs in their bedroom. After all this time, she still got butterflies. "Into the bathroom, take a shower, you're outfit is laid out in there. You have 10 minutes." She showered quickly and slipped into a black, fishnet teddy that was beside the tub. She buckled the high heeled, black sandals and looked at herself in the mirror, took a deep breath and walked slowly into the bedroom.

He was already lying on the bed, smiling at her. "Lovely, dear, now come over and sit beside me." She did, taking the champagne he held out to her, smiling nervously at him. He laughed and then picked up the pillow he'd laid at his feet. It had covered her toys, a vibrator and a large pink dildo. There was also a gift-wrapped package. 

"Don't open your present yet, dear. I want you to save it for later," he said. "I had a lovely idea last night. I think you will enjoy it. So, tonight I am going to give you freedom of choice."

Choice? 

"Yes dear, choice. For instance, would you choose to kiss me, or take a sip of champagne? Would you choose to lick my asshole or suck my balls? Would you choose to masturbate yourself before a video camera or let me fuck you with your dildo? Choices. Choices that will get darker and darker as the night goes on. You are going to take an active part in your submission. You are going to choose." 

She begins to shake, how can he do this? How humiliating, degrading and how very dirty. 

"Stand up." 

She does, and he has her bend over the bed and tugs the back of the teddy up into the crack of her ass, then reaching beneath, pulls the front up between her pussy lips. He saws it back and forth a moment until it is seated the way he wants it. He runs his hand down her ass between her legs to check, opening her pussy lips as he makes sure the fabric is tucked in deeply. Then he pinches her labia and clit as he slides his hand out. She begins to shudder involuntarily.

Slap! Her ass tingles for a second. Then he grabs the back of the teddy and pulls hard. She rises up as the fabric cuts into her pussy. Slap! Back down. He does this several times until she starts to moan. 
 "You were not thinking of refusing, were you?"

Of course not. But, what would he ask?

He has her kneel on the bed, telling her to offer her titties or to suck them herself. She holds them up for him to kiss and suck. He starts by examining them, through the fishnet, stroking and pinching. Then he rubs his face into them, and begins to suck, nibble and bite – teasing the nipples up into hard peaks before caressing them gently, licking, sucking until her head is spinning. Then he pinches them, and begins to shake them hard, then asks her...does she want to shake them herself or have him do it. She chooses. She takes her nipples through the rough fishnet and pinches and shakes her tits hard. They hurt as she works them harder and harder in front of his face. She cups them in her hands and they bounce and jiggle in front of him. He smiles, delighted with his new toy. "Now, slap them – slap them or have me do it." She cups her left tit and begin to slap it with her right hand. "No, bitch – the nipple, slap it harder." 

She slaps until her nipple stings. "Stupid slut, not right. I have to do everything to you. Hold your tit for me." 

She does and he slaps it roughly, spanking it, until she moans with mingled pain and pleasure. "Ask for the other one, slut." And she does, quietly, "Louder and ask politely." "Please do it hard." 

And he does. But the pain is good, stinging nipples are triggering her clit, she is soaking wet and the fabric cutting between her lips seems even tighter than before. Then his tongue is bathing her nipples, then ice from the champagne bucket is rubbing over them, and he blows – gently – over the stinging flesh. 

Then he moves lower, to her upper thigh, slowly. Then the choice, finger or dildo? Finger is chosen, which slides inside her sopping pussy, after a quick flick to move the imbedded fabric away. He grinds it in slowly. Now, the next choice, two fingers or a spanking. Two fingers, then three and he begins to turn them inside her. She writhes, and he stops. "No, you are not quite ready yet." She moans in protest. "Feisty tonight, I think you might need to remember just who is the boss here." 

He ties her hands with the tie he wore to dinner before turning her onto his lap. He then rubs his hands against her ass gently before selecting his spot. He begins to slap the tender skin just where her leg meets her ass. Sharp, short slaps that turn skin red immediately. 

"No, sir, I am sorry. I won't protest again." 

"You bet you won't. Now, ask me to slap you more." 

"Please, punish me, Sir." 

Again and again his hand falls. She fight her instinct to wiggle away. Then he stops and begins to caress the red skin. "Now dear, I will be continuing. Should I continue on your ass, or your pussy." 

Her ass hurts so much, but her pussy? She can't imagine how it would feel were he to spank her cunt. "My pussy, Sir?" She asks.

"Excellent choice," he laughs. He knows it was a question, how can he take advantage of that? "I think you will enjoy this."

He pushes her up onto the bed, over onto her back and slaps her thighs apart. She is crying now, pleading with him not to spank her cunt. 

"Shut up, bitch. You made your choice. Now spread your lips and ask nicely or you will regret it." 

She does as he says, frightened and he smiles. "Please, Sir." She chokes out. 

He rubs his thumb over her clit for a moment before he begins the spanking. His hands are rough as he slaps down over and over and over. Sometimes he concentrates on the clit, other times on the open lips. The pain is overwhelming, the sharp slap on her cunt, her red, welted ass hitting the bedspread again and again but it feels good, being so dirty. With each pause she lifts her body up to meet his hand. He loves watching her helpless need, hands bound, lifting herself off her painful ass to meet each downward stroke. After a few minutes he stops. "Dirty slut. You love it. Get on the floor, kneel in front of me. You can either deep throat me or suck my balls, which one?" 

She chooses his balls. She slowly take them into her mouth, sucking, one at a time feeling the skin slipping around the harder sacks inside. His big cock bumps into her nose, her bound hands unable to move it as she licks his scrotum. She keeps trying to get her tongue around behind his balls, to lick around but he moves around, preventing it, laughing at her. Then he leans over her and takes off the tie. "Now, get on the bed, lie back and press your tits together," he says. 

She listens, of course, and he starts slapping her tits with his dick. He rubs her nipples with his head, stroking her tits with his hard, hot cock. Then he begins to tit fuck her. His fat, purple head clears her cleavage and into her mouth every few strokes and she frantically try to suck it as it rises between her tits. He rides hard, until he has had enough, then grabs her, pushes her to the side of the bed and down on her knees. Then pushing her between his legs, shoves his cock into my mouth. "No choice here, you suck me off now." 

She takes it all in, as deep as she can. At his deepest thrusts she gags a little, he is really too big for her, but she has learned to take most of it over time. He thrusts hard, "I love fucking your mouth," he says to her. "I love watching your face when you take it." She tries to keep the suction on his cock steady, but saliva is dripping from her lips with each stroke and her cheeks and jaw begins to tire. She tries to pull back and lick but he keeps thrusting. Suddenly he pauses, then goes faster, harder, then pulls out suddenly and comes all over her face and throat. "Clean yourself up whore, you're not done yet."

When she has tissued off her face, he comes back holding the dildo. 

"Ass or cunt?" 

"My pussy, please, Sir." 

"I am not sure you're ready yet."

He ties her hands over her head again, and as she stays on her knees before him, begins to slap her nipples again, softly now, pinching and twisting too. When he sees her begin to twitch he pulls her up by the nipples, stretching her tits. When she is standing, titties still in his hands, he tells me to lean over the bed and spread her legs. Once over, he spanks her for a moment, before ramming two fingers into her cunt. 

"You are ready, I guess that earlier play really got you going." Then he spit on the dildo, and showed it to her. "Big, huh. Not as big as me. Suck it, let me watch you want the dildo I am going to fuck you with. Make me believe you want it as much as you want me." 

She takes it in her mouth and tries to caress it, try to make him see she wants it. He shoves it in halfway and leaves it there. As she sucks and licks he suddenly shoves something else into her wet hole. She can't tell what it is, smooth, thick but not long. Then he pulls it out again and places it against her clit. Then he pulls the dildo out of her mouth and as he shoves it in, with no ceremony, no pause, he turns on the vibrator he placed under her clit. The combination sets her off. She comes almost immediately. Moaning, thrusting backward, she cries out, begging for something, more? Stop? She can't tell what she is saying, babbling, moaning as he twists the dildo as he shoves it back inside. 

"Roll over." 

He pulls out the dildo. He roughly opens her hole with his fingers and smiles at the dripping inner lips. He catches the vibrator in a fold of the teddy so it presses into her clit. Then he entertains himself giving her an inch of the dildo at a time, making her ask for the next inch. Asking for more of the fake cock fucking her. Meanwhile he is adjusting the speed of the vibrator up and down against her pussy. The feelings are amazing. The stiff, cheap plastic dildo forcing its way up into her soft cunt. The hard plastic is unyielding and rough. The smooth vibrator is humming loudly as he runs it from slow nuzzling to incredible speed and heat, and then back down again. Her cunt is rushing from sensation to sensation and she goes over the edge again. He stops as she comes and smiles as she comes down from her fuck-high.

Then he tells her to open her present. Inside the package is a small, lipstick sized vibrator. She looks at him, puzzled, and he says, "the ultimate choice. Do you want me to rim your asshole with this, or shove that big dildo into your little shit hole." 

She has always been terrified of anal sex, he knows what that choice will be. But even to have her asshole touched, rimmed, is frightening, really frightening, not just play. He doesn't give her time to think. He rolls her over onto her stomach, readjusts the vibrator on her clit and turns it on full. Then he spreads her ass, takes the smaller vibrator and slides it up and down her crack, getting closer and closer to her asshole. She tries to press her body down, away from it, but that just pushes the vibrator on her clit closer, working it harder and faster. 

He slowly manipulates the small one around, closer and closer to her asshole. She is moaning, starting to come, wriggling as he starts on the rim itself. It's frightening, but it feels good. The pressure is stimulating her clit, the pressure as he holds her ass cheeks apart somehow is making my orgasm stronger and harder. She begins to push up towards it, and he pulls it away slightly. "I'm doing this, slut. Keep still." 

Spreading her ass cheeks further, he delicately circles it closer and closer in little spirals as she begins to moan. He groans once, and drops the smaller vibrator as he shoves his dick, now rock hard again, into her pussy in one swift motion. He begins again with the lipstick shape and continues to spiral around. When she comes it feels like her whole body comes. He pushes it hard against her little hole, not fucking her with it, just pressing roughly. She is humping, crying out, moaning, begging and babbling. 

He gently rocks himself within her pussy until she has calmed down before beginning again. He holds her hips firmly as he fucks. He is rough, just using her. And it is so good. "Please come, Sir." 

"Shut up. I come when I want, cunt."

"Yes, Sir." 

When he is finished he smiles, unties her and takes her into his arms. Her master, her lover, so good to have both together like this.

Choices



People make a lot of choices through out their lives, and when making choices they usually look for support from the people around them on the wisdom of their choice. On the other hand, there are also times when people will continue with a choice despite the fact that it gains no support - and in some cases only stirs opposition. When I made the choice to get engaged at the age of 21 years old it was with the support of my friends but not of my parents. When my fiancé and I decided to wait until I graduated to get married, putting our wedding date about two years in the future, it was with the support of my parents but not of my friends. Making both choices made me feel torn between my desires and the desires of the people around me, but in the end I did what I thought was best. Neither choice was completely supported by the people around me, but that didn't matter. When making important life decisions it's best to go with how you feel about the situation.

Getting engaged was something that my friends had actually been pressing me and my boyfriend to do for awhile. We'd been going out four and a half years when we finally did get engaged, and some of my friends thought that was a ridiculously long time to wait. Although we felt the pressure of our friend's judgments we waited until we both felt like we were really ready to make that commitment. To us, being engaged is just as serious as marriage, and we felt that although we knew we wanted to be together there was no need to rush. We waited until we were absolutely sure. Our friends thought that our long period of dating meant that we might not really want to be together because we were taking so long about solidifying our relationship (so they thought). 

On the other hand my parents thought that we needed to take a break from each other and see other people. They thought that we'd committed too much and too early in our lives. And our desire for their approval was one of the reasons we may have waited so long. That, and we were pretty sure what our friend's reactions were going to be when we finally did get engaged but wouldn't want to get married right away.

We were right. Our friends were very confused when we got engaged and told them how long the wait was going to be. Their question then was, "Why did you bother to get engaged? Why not wait?". It was a little frustrating after being pressured for several years to hurry up and get things in motion, that they would suddenly see our side to everything. Especially since we never hid from them that we would want a long engagement. 

Although at first we said it would be a two year wait, some of my friends succeeded in making me think that the extended waiting period was silly. Why not just wait a year, a much more reasonable amount of time to them. Sitting back and thinking about it, a year did seem like a rather long period of time and I thought that it might be a good idea. On the other side of me were my parents urging me to graduate first, more than urging, they said they wouldn't pay for anything in the wedding unless I had graduated. It went back and forth between my friend's pressure and my parent's objections. Finally I started planning it for a year away, also planning my education so that I could be finished by that time, and just not telling my parents yet. But then I started feeling uncomfortable. A year is really not that far away - especially when you've already been going out for five. In fact, a year is a very short amount of time. Not to mention that I realized I wasn't sure if I could be done in school by then, and that was as important to me as it was to my parents. 

In the end, I decided that the two year waiting period was what I wanted to do. Breaking it to my friends wasn't easy - talk about opposition! - but they accepted it in the end, because it was my choice to make. Well, mine and my fiancé's, but throughout the process he pretty much just accepted whatever I decided. I felt happy with both of my decisions, on when to get engaged and when to get married. They were the right choices for me, despite the fact that I got divided opinions from outside sources on both. In the end, it's what I wanted that mattered, and that's what came through. 



Choices







Choices



The sun was shining cheerfully in direct contrast to my mood, as I waddled un-gainfully down the high street feeling tired and achy. It was the leather jacket that caught my eye with its familiar painting of a red dragon on the back. For a second my heart froze and my blood ran cold. An old lady walking behind me cursed when she had to swerve to avoid me as I stood blocking the pavement, suspended in shock. I glanced at her briefly in apology and when I looked back, you were gone. For a second I thought maybe it was my imagination playing tricks on me, (God knows I'd thought about you often enough in the last few months), but then you appeared once again like a mirage, your familiar face smiling down at a child I could only presume was your daughter, as she stood laughing next to you.

All the hurt and the anger of the last few months rose up in a hideous wave of nausea and I staggered a little, bile threatening to erupt from my throat. I reached out unsteadily to grasp the door frame of a gaudy card shop for support. A kind lady passing looked at me with a worried frown,

"Are you ok dear?" She asked with some concern. I supposed in my condition, she had every right to be concerned. 

I pasted a grey smile on my ashen face and nodded firmly. I was fine, I assured her confidently, although I felt anything but fine. Avoid stress and sudden shocks, the books all said. What they didn't advise on, was how to avoid the low life bastard who had gotten you pregnant and then decided to abdicate all responsibility after conception had taken place. No, that was all my own problem and I had to deal with it. 

~ ~ ~ * ~ ~ ~ * ~ ~ ~

"Hey Lucy, want a vodka?" I spun round to see who had yelled the question at me over the throb of the music, and found myself staring at a muscular chest wearing an old AC/DC t-shirt. Two deep blue eyes twinkled down at me in amusement and my stomach lurched unexpectedly. 

"Erm sorry!" I muttered idiotically, blushing slightly much to my chagrin.

"No problem..." the stranger grinned at me disarmingly and I melted helplessly into a pool of warm jelly. This guy was seriously gorgeous and I was helplessly smitten. Suddenly, an arm grabbed my hand and pulled me back into the throng of dancing people against my will. I lost sight of my blue-eyed god and was unexpectedly distraught for a moment, before a cold bottle of Vodka Ice was thrust into my hand and I drank deeply. My head spun with the potent alcohol and my senses blurred in a foggy haze.

For the next couple of hours, I played 'party girl' to the hilt, chatting to people I knew and people I didn't know. I drank, laughed, danced and generally enjoyed myself. I didn't stop looking for Mr Blue eyes though and occasionally I caught brief glimpses of him across the crowded, smoky room. He knew I was watching him and he smiled whenever he caught my eye in acknowledgment of my interest. 

At around midnight, I was stood in the kitchen, on my own for the first time and wondering why I still felt relatively sober, despite all the booze. The crowd had thinned out and a few had already gone home. The music had changed to chill out stuff and more than a few guests were heavily inebriated.

"Hey Birthday girl!" a voice whispered hypnotically in my ear. The fine hairs on the back of my neck stood up and prickled slightly. Although I couldn't see who had spoken, I just knew it was him. He placed his hand firmly around my waist and turned me round slowly to face him. My skin burned where he touched me and my senses tingled in anticipation of ...what? I didn't know what; I just knew I wanted it... 

His eyes were like deep pools of azure and I immediately dived in uncaring of the consequences. I would have stayed like that, drowning ever so slowly, but convention dictated that some kind of response was customary.

"Hi." I said. Hardly the most original reply I could of come up with, but about as good as it got under the circumstances. 

With both hands on my waist, he stood within millimetres of my slightly trembling body. I was almost embarrassed at my animal reaction to him and he smiled knowingly at me, arrogantly sure of his obvious charms.

"Shall we go and stand by the fire - you're shivering?" he said with a faint laugh.

"No that's ok," I grinned inanely. "What's your name, I don't remember seeing you before tonight?"

"Chris." He replied. "I am a friend of Helen and Lee." 

Oh, I thought hazily, vague recalling Helen saying she was bringing some friends with her. 

"How does it feel being twenty one?" he asked cheekily.

"I'm not sure yet - I'll decide when I've sobered up tomorrow!" 

Somebody pushed past me with a hasty apology and I was propelled forcefully into Chris's arms. The moment passed but Chris kept hold of me tightly. I could feel the staccato beat of his heart in his chest, and the hard muscles of his body pressing against the soft curves of mine. We breathed the same oxygen for several long moments, tension building, until a woman shouting above the music broke the bubble,

"Chris! We're going now, where are you?" He released me reluctantly. "Be seeing you Lucy..." he promised, before vanishing out of sight and leaving me floating on my own little cloud nine.

Almost three weeks went by and I had nearly forgotten about Chris. I say nearly – only thinking about him every second minute or so counts as nearly in my book. I had meant to ask Helen about him, but we hadn't seen each other since the party so when I got a text message from him on my way to work one Thursday, I nearly drove my car into a ditch in surprise. 

Fancy a drink tonight? Chris.

How did u get my no?

I'm clever. Yes/no?

Ok. Time?

7 @ Nags Head, Lampton. Ok 4 u?

Yes, c u there :)

Cool! :) 

My head was spinning and I thought of nothing else all day. No work got done and I probably made a hundred and one mistakes on the invoices. By ten to seven, I was sat in my Renault in the car park of 'The Nags Head' pub, dressed to kill and nervous as hell. I had had dates by the dozen, some of them had even been relatively normal – but this seemed more important to me. This was the first guy in a while I really wanted. The others were just a dress rehearsal for tonight – the main act. I knew I was pinning an awful lot on this one man, but I sensed that he was special. I just hoped it wasn't wishful thinking.

My heart thudded so loudly in my chest when he stepped out of his car, I wondered if he could hear it. He spotted me almost straight away and walked over to meet me with a huge smile.

"Hi Lucy," he grinned warmly. "I wasn't sure you would meet me..." he added cryptically.

"Why wouldn't I?" I asked puzzled. "It's not like you're married or anything is it?" We both laughed at such a ridiculous idea and the tension dissipated. Chris took my hand and led me into the pub and we talked the evening away, oblivious to the rest of the world and his dog. 

I was actually shocked to realise, when I sneaked a look at my watch later, to find that three and a half hours had passed without me even noticing. That's how quickly I was falling for him. For a brief heart-stopping minute I was scared, it all seemed to be moving too fast. But he returned from the bar with another round of drinks and dazzled me with his charm; I was soon lost again, caught up once more in the charismatic web he wove.

That first night, he left me at my car door with a chaste kiss on the cheek. I had to admit I was rather disappointed, I had been expecting a slow seduction, whereby I could enjoy the first few moments before regretfully pushing him away and escaping with my feminine pride intact. Instead I was the one left wanting more and intensely frustrated when I didn't get it. 

He left it three days before he got in touch again and by then I knew he was playing a subtle game with me. I was cool and friendly, but not overly so. He asked me out once more and I said I'd think about it and let him know. He laughed and said fine, he would wait for my answer. I made him wait for a further two days before I replied to say yes, I would like to see him again. It nearly killed me to do this, but I thought with amusement two could play that game. 

I tried to call Helen once; I was curious to find out more about Chris. I got no reply though and although I left a message on her answer phone, she never got back to me. I wasn't too bothered; I could find no fault with Chris so far. He told me he worked as a self-employed Electrician; he worked hours to suit himself and he had two daughters from a previous relationship. He also told me his relationship with his ex was pretty acrimonious and they were currently fighting over access to the kids. This was the reason he gave for keeping our relationship secret for the moment.

"I can't give Cindy any more ammunition to use against me," he sighed sadly. "If she thinks I'm seeing anyone else, she'll just make my life hell," I felt so sorry for him when he told me this; it sounded like his ex was a total bitch, using his kids to hurt him. "You know how much I like you Lucy, but I think it's better if we keep it to ourselves for now. When this crap is all sorted out, you can tell who you like about us." He looked at me seriously, cupping my face in his hands. "Are you sure that's ok? I know it's not ideal and I wouldn't blame you if you didn't want to see me any more..."

"Course its ok!" I said reassuringly. What else could I say? I supposed it didn't matter if nobody knew about us yet. My friends were certainly becoming a little curious, but as far as they knew, I was simply busy with work and this was the reason I hadn't been around so much lately. It was on the tip of my tongue to announce it to the whole world, but I respected Chris's request to keep me under wraps. I had no desire to mess things up for him – I liked him too much. 

Besides, the illicit nature of our relationship added a certain spice to proceedings. We always met at remote pubs, far enough away from our respective villages to make it unlikely that we would bump into anyone we knew. He asked me to never to ring him at home in case the kids were staying with him, as he told me he frequently looked after them after school and over night. (He didn't want them intercepting any phone calls and telling their mum). I was slightly perturbed by this, but I understood that it could cause problems if one of his kids answered the phone. Cindy sounded like the kind of ex who would go mental if she even so much as sensed another woman sniffing around her man. Consequently, I saw him two, sometimes three evenings a week. I could live with this – I figured it was better to take things slowly anyway. 

Despite my intense physical attraction to him, or maybe because of, I kept him firmly at arms length for the first few times we met. He kissed me of course, and my senses always went onto overdrive as a result; but I made sure we were in a public place and it never went beyond a kiss. But what a kiss! His lips did things to me that no other mans ever had. My whole body felt like it was in meltdown when he touched me. But, as much as I wanted him, I wasn't going to let him think I was easy, oh no... 

My good intentions finally went flying out of the window the night we went to 'The Spotted Ox' in Upper Monkdale. It was an old, quaint pub deep in the middle of nowhere. Strange stuffed animals hung off nicotine stained walls and a huge log fire burned in a black grate, despite it being a mild June evening. We were practically the only customers in there, other than a few desiccated farmer types sat near the bar, supping pints of local brew and muttering to their sheep dogs in grumpy tones.

The land-lady was a nice woman who happily showed us a hand written menu of home cooked dishes. She seemed rather surprised to find anyone willing to sample her food and I just prayed that she hadn't killed anyone off with botulism recently. I ordered 'Cottage Pie' and Chris chose 'Lamb Hot Pot'.

I needn't have worried – the food was absolutely delicious and we stuffed ourselves silly in between conversation about everything under the sun. That was the thing with Chris; he was so witty and amusing, he had me in stitches and I found it hard to come up with any intelligent ripostes, as he frequently distracted me by carelessly placing his hand on my thigh or brushing his fingers across my cheek when making a point about something meaningful. He had completely bewitched me and I was utterly captivated.

It was a beautiful evening, the clear indigo sky lit up with a thousand stars. There was a full moon shining when we headed back outside and Chris suggested a walk in the rambling pub gardens before we went back to our respective homes. We talked as we walked, and he wrapped his arm round my waist while we meandered our way down an overgrown path through the inky trees. 

We reached the end of the garden and stood in a small clearing with a wooden bench. The only sounds were the flowing water of a nearby stream and the rustling of small creatures in the undergrowth. That and the heavy beat of my heart, thudding painfully in my chest. 

Silence reigned for a sublime moment, each of us wrapped in our own thoughts, his arm loosely draped around my waist and my face resting in the curve of his warm neck. I could smell the scent of the tangy aftershave he usually wore and it ignited my senses, inciting my libido to kick in. 

He lowered his face to mine and smiling faintly in the half light, he kissed me gently. At first it was a sweet kiss, a gentle exploration of my soft lips, his tongue probing the softness of my mouth. But it soon deepened now that we were away from the prying gaze of other people. I could feel my body responding to his touch, the fire creeping slowly through my veins like a narcotic, warming me from within and making my heart race faster.

I slid my arms around his neck as I turned to face him, seeking more than a kiss; my aching flesh needing his intimate touch. My breasts felt tender and my burgeoning nipples pressed through the thin bodice of my cotton dress. 

Chris groaned faintly as I pressed myself into him, our mouths welded together in a heated duel.

"We need to stop now or I won't be responsible for my actions..." he muttered, breaking away from me slightly. 

I knew he was right and that we both needed to cool off; but I was feeling reckless, so casting caution into the cool night air I whispered into his ear,

"Don't stop now; I need you..."

"Are you sure?" he asked, his breathing as heavy as mine.

"Yes..." I whispered, pulling him close and kissing him again hard; I'd never been so sure of anything in my life. 

Gently, he slipped the thin straps of my dress off my tanned shoulders and it fell to my waist, revealing my lacy red bra. Slowly, teasingly, he cupped my breasts and rubbed his thumbs over the taut nipples, a trace of a glittering smile apparent as I groaned in response. Moonlight bathed us in a silvery glow as he released my bra and it fell unheeded to the grassy floor.

"So beautiful," he said reverently. He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked tenderly, kneading my sensitive flesh, making me writhe against him with desperate desire. I could feel his hardness against my belly; throbbing with a reminder of where this was leading, but I didn't care any more, I wanted him so badly it hurt.

"Last chance to say no," Chris rasped, his hand sliding up my slender thigh. There was no way on earth I could have said 'stop' then - it would have killed me. I took his hand and pushed it between my legs in a wordless reply. He pulled my sodden thong aside and moaned to find me so wet and open for him, my juices spilling over his fingers and down my trembling legs. 

His fingers brushed over my clit and I pushed against his hand, clutching onto him tightly as the pleasure ramped higher. First one, then two fingers, thrust into my wet sex, fucking me slowly as he bent to take a nipple in his mouth, biting gently as punishment when I dug my nails into his neck.

I cried out in release as I came, the spasms of pleasure flooding over me in shuddering waves. Chris held me tightly, until eventually I came down from the dazzling high. I kissed him in stunned gratitude for the best orgasm I'd ever had. He pulled me close and it reminded me that he still hadn't cum when I felt his hard erection pressing into me. 

Teasingly, I reached down and rubbed him through the coarse denim of his jeans. He groaned at the subtle stimulation.

"Bitch!" he scolded with a smile to show he didn't really mean it.

I laughed lightly, unzipping his jeans and pulling his hard cock from the confines of his boxers. Licking the sticky pre-cum from the swollen head, I wrapped my lips around his shaft, taking him as far into my throat as I could manage without gagging. 

After a few delicious moments, he pulled me roughly to my feet and moved backwards carefully, so that he was sat down on the wooden bench behind us. I sat astride him, kissing him hard as he entered me, pushing upwards into my tight channel. It had been a while for me and I gasped at the feel of his thick cock stretching and filling me up. 

The night air was cool but my skin gleamed with a light lustre of sweat. I half closed my eyes and threw my head back, revelling in the feel of him fucking me, my hands holding his neck and my breasts swaying provocatively in his face. 

Hard and fast we made love, the sound of our bodies rubbing together barely audible over the water splashing nearby. I bit his lip as I came again, tasting coppery blood when my orgasm hit me hard. He lasted a few moments longer, thrusting hard into my pulsing cunt until he came too, groaning as he filled me up with bursts of hot semen. 

The moon disappeared behind a cloud while we sat locked together, our skin slick with sweat and our bodies sated at last. The juices of our coupling trickled out from between my thighs in pearly trails of milk and I shivered slightly as the night air felt suddenly chilly on my cooling skin.

"I need to get home," stated Chris regretfully. 

"Why?" I asked in surprise, feeling slightly hurt that he didn't want to spend the rest of the night with me.

"Sorry baby, I need to get up really early for work, and you know we won't get any sleep if I come home with you..." he chuckled.

"Oh ok." I was still hurt but I could see his point. I too had to go work in the morning and being bleary eyed and tired was unlikely to endear me to my boss.

Chris tenderly kissed me good night at my front door and sped off into the darkness leaving me happy, yet strangely unsettled. I was too tired to truly analyse my feelings and I went straight to bed, crashing out within minutes of my head hitting the pillow.

The next three months followed a pattern. He would ring or text me, arrange to see me and then either meet me somewhere, or pick me up from my house. The sex continued to be amazing, but he never spent the night with me. He always had an excuse to go home and as time went on, it began to bother me more and more. Looking back, I know I should have seen the signs – but hindsight is always a wonderful thing isn't it?

Eventually I asked him why he wouldn't ever spend the night with me. We were sat languidly on the back seat of his car in a secluded car park, clothes half off and the windows steamed up with the heat of our passion, my thighs slick with cum.

"You know how it is Lucy," he murmured into my neck.

"No Chris, I don't know how it is. Tell me." I said firmly, having no intention of being fobbed off with excuses.

He stroked my arm lightly as I half lay across his lap. "I have the kids almost every night – my Mum baby-sits them if I need to go out. On the nights I don't, I couldn't take you back to mine because the neighbours would only blab to Cindy and cause me grief. You live at home so we can't go there either."




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I thought about this for a moment, then said, "You could come back to mine, Mum wouldn't mind you know?" I couldn't see a lot as it was pretty dark, but I could see him frown in irritation and I felt a sudden pang of doubt in my mind. 

"Look Lucy, I've explained how it is with Cindy and me. As soon as I start disappearing for nights here and there, it'll get back to her and she'll give me hell. I just don't need that shit at the moment ok?" His tone was snappy and he went to move me off of him. I felt the panic rising and I grabbed his arm, despising my weakness even as I did it.

"I'm sorry, I do understand really. I just want to be with you properly don't you see?" Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes and I gazed at him earnestly. 

"Come on Lucy, I get enough grief from her, I really don't need it from you too. I promise we'll be together soon; you just have to be patient babe." He kissed me softly and I knew I was forgiven this time. I kissed him back hungrily, relieved that we hadn't fallen out, but annoyed with myself for backing down. 

He chewed my lip and squeezed my naked breast, erasing my train of thought instantly. I arched my back and groaned in renewed arousal at his caress, my nipples stiffening in response. He lowered his head, suckling my breasts one at a time. Small arrows of pleasure darted down my body, my pussy welling up in slick moisture, only adding to the remnants of our previous encounter still trickling out of me. 

Chris's hard cock poked out of his half undone jeans, ready once again for me. I slid off his lap and sunk into the space behind the front seats. It was rather cramped, but I'm only small so I managed it. 

Taking his hard cock in one hand I leaned over him and flicked my tongue over the head, tasting the combined juices of our previous fuck. Small beads of moisture leaked out from the eye and I pushed my tongue into the small hole, watching as his cock leapt in my hand and grew instantly harder as a result. 

"Oh yeah, that's real good!" he gasped in response.

I licked the tip and ran my tongue wetly up and down the shaft, feeling the veins throbbing below the surface. He felt so hard, my pussy was tingling at the thought of sinking onto him again, but I held back, wanting and needing to give him as much pleasure as possible. My lips enveloped him and slowly I took him as deep into my mouth as I could go. It wasn't easy, as his cock was rather thick and my lips were stretched wide to accommodate his girth. I breathed through my nose to stop the gag reflex and eventually, he hit the top of my throat. 

"Fucking hell Lucy!" he moaned, "don't stop now, that feels amazing!" I took his balls in my one hand, squeezing them gently, feeling the weight of them; then I grabbed the base of his cock with my other hand. Moving my lips in a tight seal I sucked him, swirling my tongue around the tip as I slid my mouth slowly up and down. He was watching me intently and I could feel myself becoming more and more turned on. 

"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum if you don't stop. Come here and sit on this hard cock right now!" He grabbed my hair and pulled me up roughly. I slid down onto his cock in one sweet movement, I was so damned wet. He kissed me roughly, thrusting hard into me and making me moan loudly. I gripped his neck and fucked him back, our bodies moving together in a timeless rhythm. Squeezing my eyes shut, I buried my face in his sweaty neck, concentrating on the feel of him inside me. We came almost at the same time. I felt him tense up and the hot rush of cum gushing into me. It was enough to send me over the top and my body exploded into a massive orgasm, all conscious thought obliterated for a few intense seconds. 

The sound of his mobile phone bleeping startled me out of my reverie. Chris moved me off his lap and I flopped to one side in a sticky heap, too tired to care that I was leaking cum all over his velour seat. He checked his text message out of my vision and I wondered who on earth would be texting him at this time, but he said nothing and I didn't dare ask for fear of annoying him again. I guessed it was probably one of his mates. 

"I'll ring you tomorrow," he said as he dropped me off at home. I didn't bother asking him to stay; I knew he would refuse. My body was sated but my mind was still full of questions. I watched him drive away with a heavy heart because I sensed he was hiding something from me; I didn't dare speculate what that might be. 

I didn't hear from him for five days. These five days were long enough for me to establish two devastating things - the first one being that I was pregnant.

The test I bought from the chemist proudly claimed it was almost 100% accurate. I peed on the stick and watched with my heart in my throat, as I waited for my result within the advertised three minutes. A small blue circle in the middle window announced happily that I was indeed pregnant. I sat for ages just staring at the test result in disbelief, wondering how on earth it had happened when I had been taking 'the pill' as regular as clockwork. Someone somewhere, was having a laugh at my expense but it just wasn't funny.

The second bomb shell dropped the following day when Helen finally returned my call. 

"Sorry Lucy, I've just been soooo busy! What have you been up to anyway?" I promptly burst into tears and she rushed round immediately to see what the hell was wrong with me. Luckily Mum had gone to visit my Gran for a few days, so we had the house to ourselves.

Helen calmly made us both a cup of tea and we took them into the garden. Mum's geraniums were in full bloom and I marvelled tearfully at the beautiful flowers smiling at me in all their colourful glory. Mum spent hours tending our garden; she had the knack of making even the most delicate flowers thrive, whereas everything I touched died. 

"Come on Lucy, tell me what's wrong," Helen said fixing me with a worried expression. "Surely it can't be that bad!" 

"I'm pregnant." I announced in a shaky voice, staring into my mug of milky tea.

"No way!" Helen was shocked to say the least. "I know it's been a while since we caught up, but I didn't know you even were seeing anyone?" 

"Yeah I have been seeing someone. I think you know him actually, he came to my party with you and Lee." I glanced up at her and she looked puzzled for a moment before the penny dropped. 

"Not Chris Ashton? Please don't tell me you've been seeing Chris?" She looked worried now and I stared at her, frightened, dreading what I knew she was going to say. "You do know he's married don't you?" she said, realising immediately that I didn't know this crucial fact.

I saw her lips move and heard the words, but it took a few seconds for the true meaning to sink in. Big, fat tears began to fall, dripping down my pale cheeks. I couldn't seem to stop them and I didn't have the energy to even try. "No I didn't, but I do now don't I... He told me he was separated. He told me he didn't want anyone to know we were seeing each other because his ex would give him grief." I sobbed brokenly. 

"Oh sweetheart..." Helen took me in her arms and held me as I cried. I cried for myself; I cried at my own naivety and stupidity; I cried until there were no more tears left to cry. 

"Oh God, I wish I'd known. I even gave him your mobile number after the party. He said he wanted to thank you personally for such a good night, the lying bastard." She looked at me with naked anger in her eyes. "When Cindy finds out he's been cheating on her again, she's going to throw him out for good. He's done it before you know, but she's always forgiven him in the past. Not this time, I'm going to make damn sure of that!" Her voice was angry and her face grimly determined. Helen was my friend and I knew she meant every word of that statement. 

"No Helen, I don't want you to say anything, let me sort this out my own way." I dried my tears and sniffed. I had to give Chris the chance to redeem himself and come clean to me. Maybe we could at least salvage something from this mess. I loved him and I wanted to be with him. I just hoped that he loved me enough to want to be with me. I had my doubts, but I had to try for the sake of our baby.  

Chris finally texted me two days later, but I didn't reply for a few hours. The reality was I didn't know what to say to him. Quite obviously I needed to tell him about the pregnancy sooner rather than later, but I wasn't sure how to say it. Eventually I asked him to meet me but refused to say why. I could tell he was curious as well as being more than a little annoyed that I was calling the shots for once.

It was arranged that we meet for a lunchtime drink at 'The Hungry Horse', the following day.

He was late naturally and I sat outside in the scruffy Beer Garden waiting nervously and feeling slightly sick. Eventually he appeared, swaggering jauntily across the yellow grass, grinning at me cheerfully in his usual confident way. For the first time in our relationship, I thought he looked slightly arrogant, but I brushed that uncharitable thought to one side hurriedly.

"Hey Luce, what's so urgent?" he said, kissing me lightly on the lips before sitting down. 

"I'm pregnant." I blurted it out without any preamble and Chris instantly turned white as a ghost beneath his tan. He just looked at me for ages like he was waiting for me to say, "Joke!" Only I didn't and I sure wasn't laughing either.

"How has it happened?" he asked in disbelief, as we sat ostensibly sipping our drinks, surrounded by happy families (an irony not entirely lost on me). "You said you were on the pill – did you forget to take the fucking thing?"

"No of course I didn't." I replied in a small voice, staring at a fly drunkenly struggling to escape a half empty glass of beer. I couldn't help thinking that this wasn't supposed to be how the conversation went. Chris was supposed to take me in his manly arms and comfort me. He was supposed to say, don't worry darling, it'll be ok and we will manage somehow because I love you... 

The reality was him sat a mile away from me, smoking his way frantically through a new packet of cigarettes and looking like his world had just caved in. 

"What are we going to do?" I asked timidly when nothing more was forthcoming from him.

"I'M not going to do anything - the way I see it, it's YOUR problem," he said abruptly. "I suppose now is a good a time as any to tell you something. It's been fun seeing you and I really like you and everything, but..." He couldn't look me in the eye and sucked furiously at his cigarette. "...the thing is I'm still married..."

I looked away in disgust, my ears tuning out his voice as I watched the fly in its final death throes, part of me wishing that fly was Chris.

"...So you see, I can't let her find out – she would kill me. You have to get rid of it. I suppose I can find the money from somewhere...," I heard him saying as I tuned back in again.

"Tell me," I interrupted in a flat voice; "Did I mean anything to you at all?" 

He looked at me properly for the first time in the last half hour and replied defensively, "yes, course you did! I really like you Lucy, it just wasn't meant to be more than a bit of fun – I thought you knew that?"

I stared at him in disbelief. I just couldn't believe I had been duped so badly. There was really nothing left to say anymore. I was pregnant and he didn't want to know. End of story.

I stood up and turned to go, not able to look at him. Angry tears threatened to spill down my cheeks, but I was determined not to let him see them – I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing just how badly he'd hurt me. 

"Goodbye Chris," I said in a dead voice. "Don't worry; I'll take care of everything." I walked away from the man who I stupidly believed had cared about me. It seemed he'd only cared about himself when all was said and done. I half hoped he would follow me and announce he'd made a terrible mistake, but of course he didn't. I was on my own now whether I liked it or not.

I actually did make an appointment at the Abortion Clinic. I even went along and had the tests done to determine I was officially pregnant. The nurse was lovely; she asked me some questions and wanted to know why I felt I couldn't keep my baby. It was then I broke down in tears and poured my heart out to her. She told me to go home and think carefully about my options, and only come back I if I was truly sure. 

I thought about it long and hard and finally made my decision. I just couldn't go through with it in the end. I would cope, one way or another. My Mum wasn't exactly thrilled but she stood by me because that's what mums do. 

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The kind lady at the card shop was reluctant to leave me that afternoon but I insisted I was fine and there was nothing she could do. I waited until she had walked away before I left the shop doorway. My back ached terribly and I decided to head home. I couldn't face the prospect of bumping into Chris; it was too painful.

The bus stop wasn't all that far away but it seemed miles. Each step felt like a marathon and my back ache continued to grow increasingly worse. By the time I reached the vandalised wooden shelter covered with obscene graffiti, I was in absolute agony. I slumped down onto the metal bench and shut my eyes against the torturous cramping, willing it to go away. 

"Are you ok?" A man's voice penetrated the fog of pain. 

"No not really," I admitted helplessly. Cold sweat trickled down my neck and a sharp stabbing contraction wrapped around my belly. I felt a sudden 'pop' and warm fluid gushed down my legs; my waters had broken. Panic seized me and I gasped through the fog of agonising pain, "I think the baby is coming!" I was truly frightened now; the baby wasn't due for another week and the midwife had promised me first babies were usually late. I couldn't possibly be going into labour at a bus stop! 

"Look don't worry, I'm going to call for an ambulance now!" The man sat next to me comfortingly and dialled 999 on his mobile. "They reckon it'll be here very soon," he promised when he had made the call. I hardly heard him; I was in too much agony by that time. 

"I'm Matt, what's your name?" my Good Samaritan asked.

"Lucy," I replied eventually, breathing hard. Matt held my hand tightly, not complaining when I squeezed my fingers into his arm as another contraction swallowed me whole. 

The ambulance arrived just before my bus did and Joshua followed a few hours later. He was a beautiful baby; he had a thick head of black hair and piercing blue eyes just like his dad.

I loved him deeply despite the striking similarities – after all it was hardly his fault his father didn't want to know him. Life was tough but we got by well enough. I went back to work eventually and Mum happily looked after Josh for me during the day. I still thought about Chris occasionally, but not that much as time went by – I was too damned busy.

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We were sat lazily in the garden enjoying the late afternoon sun one Sunday, when the doorbell rang shrilly interrupting the peace. I jumped up, thinking it was Mum with a bag of tomatoes from her greenhouse. To my surprise it wasn't; it turned out to be the last person I ever expected to see.

"Hey Lucy, how are you?" Chris hadn't changed much in the last three years – still the same worn leather jacket and hypnotic blue eyes. For a brief second I gazed at him in stunned silence, unable to vocalise the words running rampant through my head. Eventually my voice kicked in and I managed to say,

"Chris - what on earth are you doing here? How did you find out where I live?"

"I'm clever," he grinned cockily. "I just wondered how you were; Cindy and I have split and I thought..." his voice trailed off into the ether as a small boy appeared in the doorway next to me. 

"Mummy, Josh thirsty!" my beautiful son said, before he noticed Chris and clammed up, shyly staring at him. The resemblance between them was uncanny; the same luminous blue eyes gazed up at Chris curiously and I could see the cogs turning in his brain as he worked out the probable age of my son, against the last time he'd seen me.

He frowned, "Lucy... I thought you were going to..."

"Get rid?" I interrupted sharply. "Oh I did. Don't worry, Josh isn't yours." I laughed bitterly, "Plenty more men came after you and let's just say I got careless again." I folded my arms and dared him to challenge me.

Chris looked at me and then back at Josh, before relief washed over his face and he smiled once again. He evidently believed me so he continued blithely, "So I was thinking, maybe if you aren't seeing anyone at the moment, we could perhaps go out sometime?"

For a micro second I contemplated this generous offer. Then I said coldly,

"I don't think so Chris. What we had was a long time ago and I've grown up since then. I would prefer it if you fucked off now?"

"No need to be like that!" Chris took a step back in surprise at my venomous reply. 

I watched dispassionately as the conflict played out across his face. He hadn't expected my rejection; clearly he'd thought he could just walk back into my life as if the last three years had never happened. Well he was wrong and I felt a certain amount of satisfaction as I slammed the door on him without so much as a twinge to my conscience. He just wasn't that special anymore. He was a user and a creep, and the only thing he had going for him was that he had given me Josh. For that I was eternally grateful, but I certainly didn't need him anymore. He had had his chance three years ago and he'd blown it.

Through the net curtain I watched him swagger away down the path, pulling his mobile phone from his pocket and no doubt texting one of his other girlfriends now I'd told him to bugger off. I wasn't sorry to see him go. If anything I felt only relief that I'd finally had closure after all this time. 

"Who was that?" said a male voice from behind me. 

"Daddy!" giggled Josh and reaching his arms up for a cuddle. 

"Come here Josh," said Matt, picking up my son. He stood holding Josh, tickling him and making him giggle. "Who was at the door Lucy?" he asked again when I didn't answer.

"Oh nobody," I replied firmly; "just a man looking to sell something. I told him I wasn't interested." 

And I truly wasn't; Matt was the only father Josh needed. He loved me and Josh, and we loved him. He had been sent into our lives at a very low point and he was the best thing that had happened to me. He had held my hand and talked to me while I waited for the ambulance to take me to hospital. I don't know what I would have done without him that fateful afternoon. 

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He had arrived the next day to visit us in hospital, hidden behind a huge bunch of garish flowers, causing the nurses to assume he was the father of my baby. That caused me a lot of embarrassment, but he didn't seem too concerned; in fact he seemed quite pleased when I finally explained my situation. For a while we were just friends; he came to chat and helped me out when I finally moved into my own place. It was an awful mess and he spent hours fixing things and just being there for me. It took me a long time to notice how he felt about us. It was my Mum, who finally put me in the picture when she said exasperatedly one day,

"Lucy, when are you going to put that poor man out of his misery?" She fixed me with a hard look, before returning to dead-heading the roses.

"What are you talking about?" I asked in surprise. I had no idea what she was meant.

"I'm talking about Matt!" Mum said shrewdly. "The poor man is besotted with you. Why do you think he spends all his spare time doing things for you?" She put her secateurs down crossly and stood up to look at me, her hands on her hips. "Don't waste your time pining for a man who isn't worth it, and miss the one who's right there in front of your nose if only you could see him." She sighed heavily before returning her attention to the roses.




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I thought what she'd said for a while, watching her as she tended her beloved garden. She was right and I was a fool not to have seen it. Matt was the best thing that had happened to me and Josh, and I needed to tell him before he gave up on me. 

That night, Matt came round with a take-away and a DVD for us to watch. As always, he was the perfect gent, but I could see the way he watched at me when he thought I wasn't looking. The film ended and he stood up to leave as he usually did,

"Where are you going?" I asked mischievously.

"Home," he said with a puzzled look and a raised eyebrow. "It's late and we both have to go to work tomorrow..."

"Why don't you stay with me?" I asked boldly, suddenly scared to death. There had been nobody since Chris and I was frightened Matt wouldn't want me.

"Lucy..." Matt walked over to me with a smile. "I thought you'd never ask!" he said softly as he held me tightly in his arms, and I realised I wasn't afraid anymore. Sometimes love has to hit you over the head with a shovel before you realise to your shame you've been looking the wrong way for too long. 

It wasn't fireworks, but it was a slow smouldering heat, the kind of love that I knew would burn hotter and stronger as time went on. It was the kind of love that I knew would last. 

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"I love you." I told Matt suddenly, my eyes pricking with unexpected tears. Seeing Chris again made me realise what a fool I'd been.

"Hey what's brought this on!" he laughed, grabbing hold of me and squashing Josh tightly between our bodies. "I love you too honey." he murmured as he kissed my neck affectionately. 

And I knew he did. I also knew he was going to be the happiest man alive when I told him Josh was going to have a baby brother or sister... 



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Barbara Clausen woke with the first light of dawn as it crept through the curtains. Moving slowly and carefully, she slipped from under the sheet and swung her feet to the floor. She stood and tip-toed to the chair where her clothing lay. She donned her dress, picked up her underwear, pantyhose, shoes and purse and left.

She stood in the bedroom doorway and looked back at the bed. Lee's dark hair was scattered over her pillow, hiding her face. The sheet had slipped down, exposing one bare shoulder. A shapely leg was uncovered, all the way from the toes to near the top of her thigh. Barb drank in the view, knowing that last night she had tried to possess and be possessed by every inch of the woman asleep before her.

The urge to return to the bed, to wake Lee and take her in her arms was so strong that Barb took two steps towards the bed. Then common sense took over. If she was going to preserve her secret she needed to be gone before the neighboring apartments woke up. She needed to get her Mercedes convertible out of the parking lot. It stood out among the many older vehicles driven by the college students and secretarial workers who mostly lived in this complex. 

Carefully she locked the door behind her and walked barefoot down to her car. She slipped behind the wheel and drove off slowly, the remainder of her clothing piled neatly on the passenger's seat. But then she always did everything neatly, precisely, calmly. Everything except Lee. 

What was she going to do? She was 54 years old, a partner in one of the most prestigious law firms in the city. "Johnstone, Bridger, Seterin, Hitchcock and Associates" was notoriously straight-laced. Corporate law-firms were like that. Junior partner or not, an affair with someone half her age AND from the pool of secretaries and paralegals AND another female could conceivably see her tossed out on her ear if it came to light. Her lips tightened. And that wasn't fair. Nathaniel, one of the founding partners, could sleep with several of the females in the office, even though he was married, and get away with it. Men still had a lot more leeway. They had "commendable vigor". Women were "sluts".

Barb was divorced, had been for years, ever since their younger child had entered college. Shortly after returning from seeing her settled, her husband, a highly successful vice-president of an investment firm, had announced that it was time to start enjoying life. It was time to start traveling and seeing the exotic locations of the world. And it was time for him to be doing that with a young, sexy woman for a wife.

Barb had been surprised, but not shocked. The marriage had long ago been reduced to two people living under the same roof. She was surprised that he already had his trophy wife picked out. With the proposed division of assets leaving her in good shape, and realizing that it really was time for the two of them to go their separate ways, she had acquiesced.

Her ex-husband was still at his job. In fact, he was back to working 12 hour days 6 days a week as his trophy wife, and then her replacement, had both managed to eat up a great deal of his capital on jewelry, cars and boyfriends before he had woke up and jettisoned them. Barb had briefly considered his half-joking suggestion that they get back together. She certainly didn't hate him, in fact she not only felt sorry for him and wished he hadn't been taken, but retained good memories of their early years together. But there was no point in trying to find a spark in ashes that had been cold even before they separated.

Barb had dated occasionally and occasionally taken one of those dates to bed. None of those times had been serious. She had just wanted someone warm to wake up with every now and then, and every now and then some sexual relief that she didn't have to produce on her own.

Then she had met Lee. She had debated a long time before deciding to attend the Christmas Party. She knew from long experience that someone would get drunk, someone would make a scene, and someone she would want to avoid would try to maneuver her under the mistletoe or into an unoccupied office. She thought of just skipping the whole thing. She thought of asking her ex to go with her. She ended up donning her little black dress and going solo.

The whole evening was pretty much as she expected it. She said hello to the right people and shook the right hands. She managed to escape from the party on the top floor with the senior partners after only a single attempt to work her into a dark corner. Not in the mood to go home to her empty house, she went down three floors to where the regular staff was relaxing on the company's largess.

She had a much better time there. She circulated, chatting with the different people there. Barb genuinely liked people and found no difficulties in being pleasant and interested in the ones who did the yeoman's work of keeping the company running. She told stories and jokes and drew people from the walls and worked them into the groups.

Her eye was caught by a young woman sitting quietly in a corner. Dark-haired and attractive, she looked to be in her early twenties. She was simply dressed in a skirt and a blouse, not expensive but nice. Barb, between groups at the moment, walked over and smiled at her.

"I'd ask if you were having a good time but I'm pretty sure you're not."

The young woman shot to her feet. "Oh Hello, Miss Clausen. I didn't see you coming."

"Please, its the Christmas Party. Tomorrow we'll have to go back to being stuffy but tonight would you please call me 'Barb'? And you are Lee, you're a paralegal and I'm embarrassed to admit I've forgotten your last name."

"Its Waters, Miss Clausen. Lee Waters."

"Nice to meet you Lee, again," Barb laughed as she held out her hand. "And its 'Barb' please Lee, especially on a night like this. 'Miss Clausen' reminds me I'm old and single."

"Well nonsense, Barb," Lee responded rather vigorously as the two women shook hands. For a moment it seemed that Lee's hand was clinging to Barb's, and that it felt good to have it do that. "You're not even old, and as for single, well, that just shows that there are a lot of silly people in the world."

"Thank you." Barb studied the young woman. She was very attractive, with long dark hair and dark eyes. She seemed shy, but with a wistful look in her eyes that Barb couldn't identify. 

Wistful, Barb wasn't sure how to handle, but shy was something she understood. One of the hurdles she had in becoming a lawyer was an almost paralyzing fear of public speaking. She had overcome it, but it always lurked in the back of her mind. So she hiked herself up on a corner of the nearest desk and began a conversation with the young woman.

In short order she found that Lee was from California, was single and not dating anyone, and had dreams of going on to become a lawyer herself. That really interested Barb and she engaged Lee in a very animated discussion about law school and getting the younger woman admitted one day. 

By now Lee had relaxed and the two of them were chatting like old friends. Barb was slightly puzzled by the glances that Lee kept darting at her. Those glances seemed to take in her whole body, almost lingering on her at times. Barb dismissed the thought as the discussion turned to the other lawyers in the firm and to Barb herself. Lee confided a few gripes that the hourly workers had with those lawyers.

"I've never seen any sign of disgruntlement among the employees," Barb said in puzzlement in reply to a comment by Lee about the Partners.

"But you're one of the nice ones," Lee responded. "We don't go around posting comments, of course, but if you cornered most anyone down here, we all agree. We enjoy working with you. You treat the secretaries and paralegals and even the messengers like people, not like tools."

Barb was flattered "Nice is always good. I never have seen any reason to be a prima-donna. Its not my style."

Lee started to say something and then stopped. Curious, Barb asked "What is it Lee?"

"Nothing."

"Come on," Barb teased a bit. "The party has moved on. We're sitting here all by ourselves now. I promise I won't tell on you."

"Okay then." Lee took Barb's hand again and took a deep breath. "I just wanted to tell you, God, you are so beautiful." The younger woman's fingers stroked Barb's palm, making her shiver.

Barb opened her mouth to answer, and found she couldn't. The light in the dark eyes before her was sincere, Lee's whole attitude that of interest, respect and something else that made little chills chase themselves up and down her back.

Still holding Barb's hand, Lee pulled the older woman down a hallway and into a vacant room. The only illumination was from the city lights coming through the windows, but it was enough to see Lee stop and turn to face her. The younger woman opened her mouth, and then closed it as though she couldn't get out the words she wanted to say.

Barb found that she was holding her breath, waiting for, for whatever might come next. She licked her lips in strange anticipation.

Lee leaned forward and kissed Barb. It was a quick kiss, no more than a brushing of the lips. Then the young woman pulled back. There was uncertainty and even fear in her eyes as though she was scared of the line she had just crossed. That fear faded as she seemed to find something in Barb's eyes, for the young paralegal took one quick step forward and her arms went around Barb as she once again kissed the lady lawyer.

This time the kiss was no mere touching of lips. Mouths opened and Lee's tongue slipped between Barb's lips and began to explore. Barb's arms went around Lee and the two women embraced fiercely. Barb moaned at the urgency of the young woman plastered against her.

Footsteps and voices echoed from the hallway. The two women sprang apart, both holding their breath until the sounds faded away. Without looking at each other, first Barb and then Lee slipped out the door. When they reached the main room, nearly empty now, one went left and the other right. Barb went immediately to the elevators and down to the garage.

Barb sat in her car, her eyes unfocused. What the hell was she doing? What if someone had walked into that office and seen her kissing that young woman? It could mean the end of her career. And yet, something stirred deeply inside her when she thought of the warmth of that firm body against her own. Unconsciously she reached up and touched her lips.

The sound of the passenger door opening nearly made her jump out of her skin. She turned her startled gaze to that side just in time to see Lee climb into the seat and close the door. The young woman glared at her, a mixture of defiance and desire in her eyes.

"Let's go."

"Where are we going?" Barb replied, torn between amusement and a rising realization that she wanted to be going someplace, any place with this young woman.

"To your place," said Lee. "I'm going to make love to you tonight, in your bed and you're going to wake up in my arms in the morning. After that. we'll see."

Astonished, Barb never offered a word in opposition. She drove carefully, but with increasing speed to her apartment building. She ushered Lee into the elevator, where they stood close enough that Barb fancied Lee could hear her heart beat. Then she was unlocking the door, leading Lee through it into the foyer and almost slamming it behind them.

"Where is it?" Demanded Lee.

"Where is what?" said Barb, bemused.

"Your bedroom of course."

"Are you always this forward?" Barb asked in curiosity, even as she led the way to her bedroom.

"No, I'm not." Amazingly Lee blushed. "But I can't help it tonight. I've been attracted to you ever since I came to work there. I finally screwed my courage to the sticking point when you came up to say hello tonight. And I'm NOT letting go now." 

Barb hesitated after she entered the bedroom. Did she REALLY want to do this? Just as she decided "Yes", she felt a gentle touch at her neck. Then her dress was falling to her feet and a firm body pressed up against her. Arms encircled her and a voice whispered in her ear.

"Aren't you naughty? Black lace everywhere. Black bra and black panties. I saw you when you arrived at the office tonight and wondered what you had on under that dress." Barb twisted her head in surprise to look at Lee's wickedly smiling face.

"Oh yes, I was lurking and saw you when you got there. How do you think I knew where you had parked? I've been hoping for an opportunity like this for months." Lee pulled Barb back against her and began to rub herself on the older woman. Barb felt the warmth of Lee's body touching her all over; the back of her thighs, a dampness that pressed against the satin panties covering her ass. When she realized that Lee's bare breasts were molded against her back she twisted her head again.

"You're naked. When in the world?" Barb's astonished question was stopped by Lee's lips finding her own. Turning open-mouthed at once, the kiss deepened, becoming passionate. Barb gasped as a quick flick of Lee's fingers unhooked her bra and then pushed it down her arms. Lee slipped her lips from Barb's to drop down to the older woman's neck and lick rapidly up to her ear. At the same time she ran her hands over Barb's stomach and then down between her legs.

"I undressed coming down the hall," whispered Lee as she pressed her tongue into Barb's ear. "I didn't want to waste anytime undressing you and getting you to that bed."

Making good on her promise, Lee all but dragged Barb to the Queen-size four poster bed and toppled the older woman into it. Pausing only to set her pocketbook down on the nightstand, an action that Barb found interesting and almost humorous as the young woman was completely nude except for that item, Lee sprang on top of Barb and rained kisses all over her face.

"God, I want you so badly. I want to taste you. Lee sat back on her legs. Her hands darted to Barb's panties. Lifting her hips, Barb helped Lee pull them down and cast them aside the instant they were free. Lee seized Barb's leg and rained quick kisses on it all the way from the painted toenails up the inside until she reached the already flowing junction of those legs. Falling forward, Lee buried her face in Barb, licking and sucking the juices that were already flowing from the squirming older woman.

Barb muffled a scream. Her ex hadn't gone down on her in years and years before their divorce and neither had any of the occasional one-nighters she had since then. And it had been literally decades since she had been with another woman. She had forgotten how good it was. She twisted and turned, reaching above her head to grasp the heavy wood bedposts. 

Lee's tongue was a wild animal in her, darting here and pressing there, first plunging deeply inside her and then riding along her open slit to tease and lash her swollen clit. Just as Barb felt herself building, Lee lifted her head and stretched out an arm for the pocketbook on the nightstand.

"Roll on your side," the young woman commanded. When Barb complied, Lee spooned against her back. One arm slid under her and the fingers crept over her breast. A long slender leg hooked over her upper one and pulled it back, exposing her flowing pussy.

"I have something for you," whispered Lee. As though she was performing a magic trick, she flicked her hand and brought a slender golden colored dildo before Barb's eyes. "Why don't you kiss it lover," the soft voice suggested. "Kiss it, lick it, suck on it. Get it as wet as you are before I take you with it."

Barb's only reply was to slide her lips over the shinning toy. Once, twice, three times her head sank down over it before her lover pulled it away. There was a momentary protest from Barb before Lee dropped her hand and in one motion slid the rigid shaft up inside the mature pussy. Once there, Lee wiggled it back and forth before beginning to pump it in and out, pushing it deeply into Barb. As she did so she began to whisper.

"Is this the bed your ex-husband used to fuck you in?" When Barb moaned in agreement, Lee laughed deep in her throat. "I bet he wouldn't believe this if he saw it. What would he think if he saw a young woman fucking his ex-wife in this bed?" Lee slid further over on top of Barb, her hand pumping the dildo in and out of Barb's soaking wet pussy. "Would he just stare? Would he run away? Would he realize what a fool he was leaving you, leaving you to give yourself to a 23 year old lesbian in this very bed?"

Barb could make no reply. Her body was going wild. Lee suddenly plucked the dildo from her pussy and tossed it aside as she rolled on top of the older woman and completely covered her.

"Now I'm going to fuck you with me," Lee moaned into Barb's ear. She pushed Barb's legs wide open with her knees and pressed her young pussy against the lady lawyer's older one. As excited as both women were, it was only a matter of minutes before the girl-fuck brought both of them to the brink and sent them sailing over it.

Barb woke up the next morning, in Lee's arms as promised. They made love again, this time the older woman going down on the twenty three year old. Lee moaned and begged and praised her mature lover before filling her eager mouth with a stream of female nectar.

Thus it began. Lee was always excited at making love in Barb's apartment, in Barb's bed. At the same time, she also loved having the lawyer sneak into her two bedroom apartment near the college, right past the platonic male friend she shared it with.

Barb was lost in this new relationship. Lee was not her first experience with another female. She had experimented in college, kissing and making out with first her roommate and later a couple of different girls she knew. Her first real lesbian encounter was with the older sister of a friend. They met at a party and she woke up the next morning in bed with her seductress. The experience was enjoyable enough that she ended up the next morning still in bed with that same woman. However she had never really considered being in a serious relationship with another female.

Part of the attraction certainly was Lee's unbridled spontaneity. When passion took her, she acted on it and carried Barb right along with her. She had learned not to be surprised when the mood might take Lee and where she would carry the two of them. For someone who had always lived her life making lists and methodically checking the items off in order, Lee was a fresh breath of air. At first it was a bit frightening, but in a delicious way, and Barb learned to revel in the freedom.

One afternoon Barb had been in the main Ladies Room, repairing her make-up after a trek to and from court in the stifling summer heat. She had heard the door close and the light footsteps, but had thought nothing of it until she was spun around. A pair of arms went around her neck and a tongue darted between her lips, even as she recognized Lee's perfume.

"God, I've missed you," whispered the young woman.

"My God," Barb had whispered back, even as Lee moved one hand from around her neck to cup and gently squeeze her breast. "What if somebody comes in?" It never occurred to her to tell Lee "No".

Lee pushed Barb back to the other wall and resumed kissing her. Her right hand slid inside Barb's blouse and then dipped inside the lace bra. Her left hand fumbled at the knob of the storage closet. Twisting and pulling the door open, Lee all but shoved her older lover inside and closed the door after them.

"Did you lock the door for heaven's sake?"

"Oh no," replied Lee as she abandoned Barb's lips and kissed down to where her fingers had undone the white blouse. She ran her tongue over the white flesh exposed above the black lace. Her hands reached down and hoisted Barb's skirt. Because of the heat, Barb had elected to go bare-legged, although she usually wore pantyhose. Lee's fingers ran up the inside of Barb's thigh and hooked in the hem of her panties, pulling them aside.




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Barb swallowed a deep moan when Lee's finger began to stoke her open, and already quite wet, slit. That finger curled and then dipped inside her. A second one followed, the pair of them spreading inside her pussy. They plunged in and out as Barb sagged against the back wall, half falling against it, half pinned there by the athletic body of her lover.

The older woman stiffened as the outer door opened and closed again to the accompaniment of voices. Lee never slowed down. Indeed, she fingered Barb faster and added her thumb on an already hard clit. All during the noises in the outer room, the sound of the plumbing, the rush of water in the sinks, the conversation of the women, Lee continued to finger fuck her.

Teeth closed on her earlobe and bit gently. A tongue dipped into her ear. Warm breath made her shiver even as she desperately stifled a moan. Her hips moved in time to the motion of Lee's fingers in and out of her. Lee's whispered words poured into her.

"You like that don't you? You know that you're mine, that I can, do this and you love it. You can't tell me 'Stop', you can't push me away." Barb arched as the first spasm ran through her body, bit her lip, and then sagged and buried her face against Lee's neck.

"You," Barb whispered when she had regained control over herself. "What you do to me."

"I know," giggled Lee. She lifted her dripping fingers and sucked first one, then the other. "I love doing things to you." She opened the door a tiny crack and peeked out. Certain that the coast was clear, she slipped through. She hesitated, then, without looking back she murmured "And I love you."

Barb was so surprised she simply stepped out into the main room and stood still, barely managing to keep her mouth from falling open. She managed to mechanically reply to the greetings from a pair of secretaries but she could not remember two minutes later who they were nor what she might have said to them.

Love? LOVE? Why, that was absurd. Wasn't it?

All those memories passed through Barb's mind as she drove home that morning. She thought about them as she showered and dressed for another day at the office. Looking around the carefully furnished rooms, she was struck by a thought. The only hints of color in the otherwise boringly perfect furnishings had been supplied by Lee. The bold painting she had hung in the living room, alive with yellow and red. The riotous flower arrangement that decorated the dining room table, the bright curtains hung over the French doors leading to the balcony, all had been at Lee's urging. She brought color and excitement into Barb's life.

She parked at the office, took the elevator from the garage to the main floor. She made for an opening door with the "Going Up" arrow already lit as the people riding down came out. She stopped in shock as one of those people was Lee. Lee holding a big cardboard box full of her possessions.

"What in the world?" Barb demanded.

Lee's eyes opened and she turned pale. She started to speak and then suddenly turned and bolted, first towards the elevator bank that led to the parking garage before she swerved and ducked through the stairway door.

Barb never hesitated. She immediately took off after Lee. Going through the door, she stopped just long enough to pull her heels off. Then she ran down two flights of stairs, through the metal door into the garage and down a line of cars until she came to Lee's six year old Chevy. The younger woman was trying to push the cardboard box into the back seat. Finally succeeding, she turned just as Barb arrived. Her eyes opened.

"Yes, I know where you park too," Barb informed her. Her tone softened. "Now, Lee Ann Waters, WHAT is going on?"

Lee's eyes dropped. "I'm sorry. I wanted to be out of here before you arrived." 

"I guessed that, but why? Why are you leaving and where are you going?"

"I don't know where I'm going. As for why, when I got here this morning I had a message to go see Mr. Bridger, first thing. He talked to me, about us, about you."

"Did he fire you?" Barb demanded angrily.

"Nooooooo," Lee sobbed, her eyes filling with tears. "He made me see though what harm I was causing to you, to your career. I could ruin you. You'd never make senior partner, you might not even keep your junior partnership if it became public that you were involved with a younger employee, and another woman at that."

Barb's anger swelled up in her. She managed to fight it down. "He said that did he?" When Lee nodded, Barb leaned forward. She put her arms around her lover and kissed her, softly but urgently and with passion. Lee's eyes widened and in spite of herself she returned the kiss.

"Now then," Barb said crisply when she took her lips away. "You go to your apartment and wait for me. I'll be there shortly."

"Barbara! Don't do anything foolish."

Barb smiled. "No sweetheart, I won't. Now go. And by the way," Lee looked inquiringly as she stopped her entry into the car, "I love you too."

The fire in Barb's eyes kept anyone from stopping her as she marched down the hallway on the 17th floor. As she passed through Nathaniel's outer office, his executive assistant and girl-on-the-side Pamela sprang to her feet but only managed to stammer "Miss Clausen, Mister Bridger is expecting..." before Barb flung open the inner door and disappeared inside. Pamela scampered to close it quickly behind the angry female lawyer.

Nathaniel Bridger turned from the window. "You made it faster than I thought you would Barbara. Now, before you explode, sit down, calm down and listen to what I have to say."

Barb managed to keep her mouth shut but refused to sit in the offered chair. Instead she folded her arms over her chest and lifted one eyebrow.

"You are thinking that your girlfriend and you are being treated unfairly. You are perfectly aware that I have a trophy wife who's 25 years younger than me and I also see Pamela out there on a regular basis. You feel like you're being discriminated against, and you are.

"Its NOT right and its not fair. And this is how the world works. My wife and my, you might as well say it, mistress, out there each know what's going on and they accept it. There's no love lost, but they, particularly Rosemary my wife, know that things are better off if they don't rock the boat. Its accepted behavior, even at this stodgy old law firm.

"But YOU are breaking the rules, unwritten though they are. You're emotionally involved and in a lesbian relationship. 'What's the difference?', you might ask. There shouldn't be any but there is. My arrangement is common enough and winked at. Yours is not. If we were a criminal defense outfit or some hot-shot legal firm, having a Lesbian Senior Partner might be a plus. But not here, not in high society corporate law.

"You might be thinking about bringing suit for unfair dismissal. After all, it IS unfair. But she wasn't fired, she quit. And she did it for you. It was quite high minded of her, but you expect that of youth. You on the other hand, are old enough you need to stop and think. You might win, but your career would be ended. There are enough subtle, non-confrontational ways to keep you from ever advancing, getting the good cases, or hell, even a raise. Barbara, you know how the system works."

"Think of it, Barbara," urged Nathaniel in his most persuasive voice, the one that had swayed juries and judges for decades. "The corner office you've worked for all your life can be yours. Senior partnership in a year, two at the most. Real power, money. We NEED you. Maybe in some ways you are a symbolic female lawyer, yes, but a you are a damn good attorney who makes us a lot of money. Don't toss it all aside over some young thing." He smiled. "Believe me, I know it makes you feel good to have a young lover on the side, but is worth throwing all this away for?"

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Barb scooped the signed papers together and tucked them into the manila folder. She shook hands with the trio of visitors and escorted them from her office to the front door.

"I'll have everything filed at the courthouse today. You're in business."

"Thank you again," said the oldest member of three. "Its wonderful to find an attorney like you who can handle all of our legal issues." He smiled. "And doesn't charge an arm and a leg."

Barb laughed. "Well, arms and legs aren't my business. I'm not into ambulance chasing. I prefer handling everyday issues for small businesses and individuals."

"Regardless," said the one woman client. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Barb started to close the door. She stopped and studied the words engraved on the sign hanging beside the three steps leading up to the door. 

"Barbara Clausen". Underneath her name was "Attorney At Law". She smiled and looked over the busy street in front of her office. It was nice not riding the elevator 15 stories in the air, nice to be able walk down the street for lunch at a local restaurant and chat about local issues with people she saw everyday. Nice to help those people with wills and contracts and the things that ordinary people needed a lawyer for.

She stepped out and looked up. The old Victorian house was split with three other professionals. Each self-contained office had its own stairway to the two upper floors and an entrance to the attic. Sited in the heart of the old Colonial District, trees hung with Spanish Moss shaded the building. Tourists and students from the nearby art college strolled or relaxed in the grassy square.

Coming back in, she closed the door and turned to the desk of her assistant, secretary, paralegal, confidant and partner. That individual had perched herself on the front edge of that desk, her legs swinging freely. She held Barb's day-planner.

"Nice work," smiled Lee.

"Pays the bills. What do we have the rest of the day?"

"We have a real-estate closing at three. I have the Detricks' guardianship papers drawn up for filing. Of course that doesn't pay the bills, we're doing that pro-bono. Not that I would have it any other way," Lee added with a warm smile. "They are nice children and getting them placed permanently with the Uncle they really love after their mother's death is wonderful."

"Any thing else? Its only eleven AM."

"In fact, yes." Lee hopped down from the table. She locked the door and turned around. "I think its time for lunch. Upstairs in our apartment, in the room we converted into a solarium. We can spread a tablecloth on the floor along with some pillows, open the windows and enjoy the breeze." Lee started for the stairs and looked over her shoulder. "And if you hurry, you can have desert too." Her fingers opened, letting a scrap of black lace fall as she started up the staircase.

Barb picked up the black thong and smiled. There was no doubt her choice had been the right one in every way. Eagerly she started after her partner. A partner she would have for the rest of her life.

(The End)

(As always, thanks to my friend and editor Marian for her help and assistance. Any and all errors are solely my responsibility. Comments and suggestions are welcomed.) 



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Laura packed up her things and left work. She slung her bag over her shoulder, and headed out door. Just like every other Thursday evening, off to the train for her ride home. The first thing to catch her attention was the limo parked right outside the door. The second thing was the man in the tuxedo holding a sign reading "Laura". 

"Can I help you?" she said, glancing around looking for an explanation. 

"You must be Laura, I'm here to pick you up." 

"Why...who sent you?" 

"I can't tell you a name, my instructions are simply to drive you to your destination. Other than that, I am to give you no information, but at any time you wish leave, you just have to say so. I will drop you off anywhere you like." The woman wasn't about to trust a stranger in the middle of the city. 

But, life was getting a little boring, "Why not, a little adventure might be fun, but anything funny and I'm outta' here." 

The chauffer opened the door; inside Laura found a very nice spread. Champagne, a rack of top shelf liquors, a tray of fresh fruit, and her favorite snack, were all at her fingers. She dove right in, poured herself a glass, and eased the hunger pains that haunted her all afternoon. "I've got to remember to eat lunch," she thought to herself. 

"How long 'til we get there?" she asked, finishing her first glass. 

"Relax, it will be a little while," and Laura settled in for the ride. 

She opened her eyes, pushed off a blanket, not knowing when she fell asleep or for how long, "Where are we?" It was almost dawn, the time when the line between land and sky is a deep purple. The color that royalty always wanted their capes to be, but could never quite get it right. They were driving across a large bridge, into a city she recognized, "it can't be, no way..." A single spire dominated the center of the skyline, two identical towers loomed at the end of the city, and further away a huge statue of lady holding a torch kept watch. "We can't be? Where the hell are we." 

"I can't tell you ma'am, but you're fine, and can be home in minutes. All you have to do is ask." 

The streets of Manhattan where quiet and the drive through central park was pleasant, while the limo wound its way through the maze of midtown. Finally the car came to stop in front of a brown stone, on a quaint, well kept, street. The driver opened the rear door, holding out a hand, and helped the gorgeous, if confused, lady to her feet. "I'll wait right here, until you're ready to leave." 

"How long will it take to get back?" 

"No time at all, ma'am, no time at all." 

She knew it was a lie, but for some reason, she believed him. Laura climbed the stairs, and noticed it was not a single residence. There were several buttons next to the obviously locked door. She read the names, but did not recognize any. A look back at the street showed her, the limo was gone, "What the Hell". She read the names again, planning to push them all, or go home, but noticed her name next to one, "that wasn't there...whatever". She pushed the button. No reply came back across the speaker, only the buzz of the door that meant it was unlocked. Laura pushed her way in wondering what apartment she should go to. When she reached the front hall her question was answered. A line of rose petals, starting just inside the door, ran up through the hall and up the staircase. She followed the trail to the third floor, down a hall and to a plain looking door. Laura knocked hard and waited. Nothing. She knocked again. 

"How was the trip?" the voice was right behind the door. 

"Hello? Who are you?" 

"Did you have a nap? You sounded tired earlier. I hope you got some rest." 

"Yeah, I'm fine. So, can I come in?" The door opened, slowly, stopping about half way. Laura cautiously stepped inside. The room was lit by several candles, two in holders on the wall, others scattered around the room. U2's "With or Without You" filled the air. It was a modest apartment. The couch and T.V. were the obvious main features of the room. The "L" shaped room opened up to a dining area, with a large glass topped table under a very ornate chandelier. It was then that she noticed no one was there to greet her, "Hello?" 

"I'm here," the voice came from down the hall, too dark to see past the dining room, "but you have a few decisions to make before we meet face to face." 

"Like what?" 

"You'll find several things on the table. I want you to choose one and bring it with you down the hall. You will have to decide on other things tonight too, I want this to be as much yours as it is mine." 

Laura walked over to the table. A basket sat at the near end, holding what must have been the rest of the rose petals. There were several items laid out one after the other.A few surprised her. A bottle of scented massage oil, a pair of handcuffs, a plate of strawberries and bowl of melted chocolate, "damn too bad I'm full" she thought, a wooded hairbrush for only one real purpose, a rather large vibrator, a small pile of clothespins, and a camera, "Well you covered just about everything," she joked. 

"Just wanted to make sure you had options." 

"Well you did that," she said as she perused the objects. She picked up the bottle of massage oil; opened the top and sniffed. The image of flowers came to mind, soft velvety, lavender. She imagined the smell as if she were lying on her stomach naked, while strong hands rubbed the warm oil into her thighs, calves, shoulders, back. Smooth hands traveling up and down her body. Stress and tension melting way as passion rose to replace them. She pictured herself turning over and those same slippery hands moving along her arms, ribs, across her chest. Slick fingers squeezed her breasts. Her nipples sliding out of gentle pinches. Soft kisses on her neck, eyes closed, his legs holding her hips in place. Well-oiled bodies, twisting, turning, and rubbing, together. Next she picked up the handcuffs, interesting, but no she wanted to be able move tonight. Laura dipped the end of her pinky into the chocolate, brought it to her lips, and tasted the liquid candy. Sweet, sticky, she imagined it dripping onto her breasts as she stood in front of him, a strawberry half in her mouth, half in his. Both of them biting the fruit, and then him leaning forward and cleaning her heaving chest with his mouth. Making circles around her nipples, flicking his tongue quickly over the rings, making them flip from up to down; his hands then moving down her back, cupping her ass, pulling her into him. Feeling his erection pressing into her thigh. She wanted to kneel down and take him in her mouth. Holding him there, listening to him moan with pleasure as she sucked and moved her head back and forth. Taking him faster, harder, he would start to thrust his hips into her, her muffled moans getting louder and louder until he exploded in her mouth. She snapped out of it, "Whoa, don't need the chocolate sauce for that, let's see what else we have. Vibrator? hmm, well hopefully we'll have something that can take its place." 

Laura picked up one of the clothespins. While she always enjoyed having her nipples pinched and sucked, she had never tried anything as severe as a nipple clamps, or clothes pins. She opened the wooden fastener and gently set it on the end of her finger. Laura was surprised by the initial pain, but noticed it quickly dulled. She stared at the clamp, her other hand unconsciously moving to her breast. She began pinching her erect nipple through her shirt. Laura imagined that the sensation on her fingertip was coming from her breast. Her breath became deeper, and her pinch stronger. Laura brought the end of the pin to her mouth and opened it with teeth. She released her nipple and let the blood flow again. When she caught her breath, she returned to her selections. "The Camera?" she thought, "Well maybe for souvenirs, but no." 

Her gaze went back to hairbrush. She lifted it, heavier than she thought. She raised it and brought it down on her palm. The smack startled her. "Well, if it's too much, I guess I can always be on the giving side of it," she thought, and took the hairbrush. Walking slowly down the dark hallway, she saw a strip of light coming out from under the door, obviously from candles by the way it flickered. Laura paused outside the door, taking a deep breath. 

"So you've made your choice?" 

"Yeah, I..." 

He interrupted, "Don't tell me, I'll know soon enough. You have another choice now. Whatever you're holding can be used by me, on you, or the other way around. Again, it's your decision. If you want me to use it on you, then take off your clothes before coming in. If you prefer to use it, open the door, come in, and I'll strip for you." 

"Hmmm..." she weighed the brush in her hand, tapping her palm, "might be fun to use this on someone. On the other hand, I would like to find out what its like." Images of what he'd look like lying on the bed naked, getting spanked. She waved the brush through the air, as if giving him a spanking in slow motion. Her hand unconsciously went to her bottom. Rubbing her palm against her cheek as if she'd already gotten smacked. 

Laura had made up her mind; she unbuttoned her jeans, slid them down her hips, kicked her shoes into the corner, and removed all her clothes. The apartment didn't seem cold until now. She clutched the brush tight, as if it could keep her warm. "Funny," she thought, "it will be warming up part me real soon." 

She turned the knob, hesitated for just a second, the carefully slid through the door. Her first impression, bachelor pad, a double bed in the corner, nightstand with a reading lamp, a large dresser with an alarm clock perched on top. And the final piece of furniture, an over stuffed chair opposite the bed. Nothing quite matched, but it all seemed like it fit. One large candle on the dresser lit the room, with the help of the mirror behind it. She did not see him, and the door swung closed behind her, as if on its own. His hands touched her shoulders, strong, smooth, and warm. They sunk into the muscles of her shoulders. She didn't realize they were sore, until he rubbed them. His fingers worked the spot were her neck met her shoulders. Loosening her neck, and making her arms feel like jelly. He leaned in close, she felt his breath on her hair, "feel good," he asked. 

"Mmmmm, yes." 

"Good," he whispered and gave her a kiss behind the ear. Another kiss, down lower, then a light nibble on her earlobe. He moved her across the room, over to the bed, kissing her from behind, as they walked slowly across the room. He turned her, when they reached the bed. They both sat down, finally she saw him, face to face. He was handsome, not Brad Pitt, but full dark hair, dark eyes, a small cleft in his chin. He was wearing silk boxers, nothing else. 

"So it's the hairbrush huh? Need a spanking?" 

"I...thought...well...I've been curious." 

He reached out and put his hand on the back of her neck. He gently guided her forward and over his lap. She felt the cold silk slide against her belly and something stiff inside. She put her hand behind her, holding the hairbrush out to him. "Hang on to it a minute, I'll start you off slow," he rested his hand on her waiting buttocks. He squeezed gently, and brushed down across her thighs. He used both hands to slightly part her legs, and ran his fingers between them, up to her waiting sex. 

She hadn't realized until now, how erotic this was, and how wet she had become. His fingers probed, looking for a reaction as he made small circles along her lips. Laura was so lost in the pleasure of his fingers, that she didn't feel his hand rise. She was taken by surprise as the first slap came down on her ass. It was harder than she thought it would be, but there was no sting...not yet. Another spank in the same spot, then another. The slaps were coming at random, no pattern, and no rhythm. 

Gradually the sensation started to build. As his hand switched from cheek to cheek, and the spanks came faster, first a tingle, then the start of the faintest sting. His fingers were still busy between her legs. She felt his thumb begin to penetrate her, and his fingers had found her clit. He rubbed quickly, not changing the tempo at all when the spanks landed. She could feel herself opening up to him. 

The spanking stopped, he moved his fingers through her hair and whispered, "time for the brush, beautiful. Are you ready?" 

"Yes," she handed the hairbrush back. 

"Ask me for it." He said, and leaned over to kiss her just pink ass. 

She paused, not sure how to ask, or exactly what for. He took the brush; his fingers slowed their work on her pussy. He laid the back of the brush on her cheek, now she could tell how much it would cover, "Ask me for the spanking." 

"Please," her voice quivered, "spank me...with the brush." 

He obliged. The brush came down with a thunderous whack. The initial sting was more than his hand, but it faded almost immediately. The sound was the scariest part. Spank, slap, crack, the sound filled the room completely, and Laura found herself flinching not from pain, but the sound. His fingers went back to work, as the brush landed again. She flinched, this time because the sting was starting to build. Whack! The tempo increased. As it did, so did the sting, and the wetness between her legs. 

She began moving her hips, grinding herself into his leg, the thrusting back as the brush came down. Whack! "Yes!" escaped her mouth. The heat from the spanking, and the warmth of her sex began to mix. While the spanking was going on, she couldn't tell one part of her from another, the heat, the sting, the arousal, all mixed. Her eyes closed, she felt weightless, and she could feel his erection pressing into her hip. She tried to grind into it, tried to give him some of the pleasure she was feeling. She hadn't realized it, but she was moaning out loud, grunting as the brush connected with her reddened cheeks. 

The spanking stopped. He wrapped his arm around her waist, his fingers now pumping in and out of her. She was thrusting against every stroke his hand, trying to bring him deeper. One finger stayed on her clit, rubbing furiously now. Her moans and grunts turned to long cries and panting. She was close; she wanted him inside her, more than just his fingers. "Yes, oh yes, please, I want you inside me." 

A slap came down on her ass. His fingers pumped her even harder. Closer. Whack! Another. She felt it starting, that building sensation, where you can't stop it anymore. He kept pumping, and gave her a few more spanks as she twitched, the spasm spreading throughout her body. It lasted what seemed like hours, then she lie shivering, her mind clearing. 

Once she was on earth, she reached back and felt her butt. A little warm to the touch, and when she rubbed hard the sting returned. He lifted her from her lap. She knelt on the floor in front of him. After a few long hard blinks, her eyes could focus again, "Wow, more than I expected." 

"I'm glad you liked it. That was you liking it, right?" he smiled. 

"Absolutely, and now I'm going to return the favor," she reached out for the waist of his boxers. 

As she started to pull them down, he stopped her, "too bad you can't" 

"What? Why not?" 

"You have to go." 

"No I don't, I can stay, I don't have to be back until later. The driver said..." 

"The driver isn't taking you back," the room began to get brighter, "It's time for you," his voice was very faint, "to wake up..." 

Laura opened her eyes; she was on the train. Curled up on a seat, her coat over her. She couldn't quite shake the feeling of sleepiness out of her head. She took a deep breath, stretched, and that's when she noticed, her panties were pulled down, and her skirt up. Laura glanced around, she was alone, and put her clothes back in place. She let her hand move around her hip, over her butt, and rubbed. The harder she rubbed, the more she felt the ever so slightest bit of sting. 

The End



Choices



It doesn't seem to matter how long you're with your partner, there's always something that you don't know - sometimes you find out, sometimes you don't. This is about one of the ones I did find out about.

We'd been together for quite a few years and there wasn't much we hadn't tried sexually - and usually enjoyed. I'm quite willing to be proved wrong but I think we've made love in every position that two normally built people can comfortably get themselves in. While anal sex isn't a regular occurrence, when we do go there it is really good and before anyone says "ya, but you've never been on the receiving end" - yes I've had each of our toys up my ass at least once (some a lot more) and quite enjoy it. 

Oral is something else that we both really enjoy. Laurie always gets very wet and I learned very early in our relationship that she is one of those special ladies that can actually squirt so anytime I go down on her I know I'll need a towel to dry off my face and she has no more problem swallowing my cum than I do hers. Over the years, we've experimented with mild bondage & she loves being restrained and blindfolded while I tease her with fingers, toys, tongue and anything else that excites us. I don't mind being tied but I don't get the same thrill out of it as she does. 

Over the years, I noticed that she never took me orally after I'd been in her and one night after some very hot sex I casually mentioned it to her. I was kind of expecting either a 'not going to happen' or 'that's gross' so it was a bit of a shock when she said, "it's not something I'd do...at least not by choice". Now some of you might think that means she'd have to be forced but then again you don't know her the way I do. 

I'd gotten the same kind of answer several years before when I'd asked her about anal sex but we'd only been going out for a few months at that point so I didn't know her that well yet and let it drop. A couple of months later she was bent over the back of the couch with her hands tied to the front feet and I'd been teasing her with a vibrator for quite a while before I slid my hardon into her and was soon banging her to cries of 'harder, harder'. Every so often I'd slow down to catch my breath and it was in one of these slowdowns that she said, "tied up like this I wouldn't have much choice if you decided to take me anally."

Well that certainly got my attention and it wasn't long before one, and then 2 lubed up fingers got her backdoor attention. I can still remember the feeling of my head parting her well lubed pucker for the first time and then popping inside, the slow progression as I worked all 7" into her and the exquisitely tight feeling as I slid in and out, going a little faster each time. Her moans and whimpers told me she was enjoying it as much as I was. When I knew it wouldn't be long before I came, I reached around and massaged her clit with a couple of fingers sending her into a crashing orgasm which set me off right away, filling her ass with spurt after spurt of cum. 

We talked for a bit afterwards and it turned out that it wasn't the idea of anal sex she didn't like (she was actually quite turned on by the thought) but she'd been brought up to think that it wasn't right so if she didn't have any choice then she could enjoy it. We eventually got to the point where she'd enjoy anal sex without being tied up but her strongest orgasms from backdoor sex were still when she was restrained.

Now that you know that, you'll understand why I perked up at her answer to oral sex after I'd been in her! A few weeks afterwards, our son was away for the night (have to leave the kinkier stuff until we're sure we're alone) so Laurie was tied hand and foot to the bed and the sheets under her were already soaked from several squirting orgasms courtesy of my fingers and tongue. I'd finally agreed to her requests to quit teasing her and fill her and had been thrusting for several minutes when I pulled out and buried my face between her wonderful legs again. 

The sudden change in sensation brought on a really strong orgasm & I did the same thing several times over the next 15 or 20 minutes with the same result each time. She was right on the edge of yet another orgasm when I pulled away, but this time I turned around before putting my mouth against her soaking wet pussy. I'm not sure if she noticed the difference right away but I know she caught on when she felt my cock against her mouth. I could feel a bit of hesitation but then her lips relaxed and I slid my cock into her mouth still covered in her juices. We licked and sucked each other for a few minutes until I pulled away, turned around and re-entered her pussy. After several minutes of alternating fast and slow thrusts, I pulled out again but this time I didn't even turn around - I just moved up over her chest and slid my cock into her mouth for her to lick her juices off. I repeated this several more times before I reached the point of no return and blew a huge load into her pussy.

We've repeated that scenario several times since, each time with her licking her cum off my cock and then more thrusting until I either cum in her pussy or mouth - we both enjoy it either way. 

Last weekend we had the house to ourselves as our son was at a camp so she was free to tease me to no end. Laurie had been keeping me on edge all day - brushing my crotch, letting me know that she wasn't wearing anything under her housecoat, flashing me her breasts or freshly shaved pussy, - well you get the idea. She even ran her fingers under my nose so I knew she'd been playing with herself when I wasn't looking but always stopping me from actually undressing her and taking her right where she was. After supper, she suggested we go to bed early which I was fine with - ok, more than fine with as I'd been pretty much hard all day and there was a mark on the front of my pants from the pre-cum. When we got to the bedroom, I found she'd already laid out the soft ropes and the blindfold and told me she wanted to be in control. 

As I said earlier, I don't get a huge thrill out of being tied but Laurie likes to be in control sometimes so I've got no objection to being restrained because it means that she's going to be hotter than usual. It wasn't long before I was laying there on my back, blindfolded with my hands and feet restrained and my erection being teased and pleased by her talented mouth. After a few more minutes of teasing, she climbed on top and slid her pussy down over my shaft. It felt like forever but I'm sure it wasn't more than 10 minutes until she lifted off and I could feel her shifting around. I wasn't sure what she was doing until I felt her mouth envelope my shaft again - this was the first time she'd ever taken me in her mouth after I'd been in her when she wasn't tied so I knew it was going to be some extra hot sex. She kept up the ride/tease treatment for a while; sometimes sliding a lubed finger into my ass while she sucked on me which she knows makes me cum even harder. 

Finally when she was back on top riding me, she leant forward and whispered, "I'm playing with my clit while I fuck you, this is it, no more teasing - I'm going to cum & I want you to fill me with your cum ". Well I was more than ready to do just that so it wasn't long before I let go and filled her just as she'd asked. It must have been the full day of teasing but I'd swear I came at least twice as much as I usually do. As soon as I started cumming, I could feel her contracting and her hot juices running down the inside of my legs. She kind of collapsed on top of me for a few seconds and then she said "I've never tasted you after you've cum in me" and I could feel her rising off of me. Normally I'd have been softening by now but the thought of her sucking my cock after I just came in her kept me hard as a rock. Imagine my surprise when instead of her mouth on my cock, I heard her voice from above me say "maybe I'll try it sometime" 

It took a few seconds to realize what she was doing and by then I could already feel the first drops of cum I'd pumped into her starting to drip onto my mouth. Tentatively I licked it up just as her pussy came the rest of the way down onto my face. The taste wasn't at all what I would have thought and instead of being turned off, I couldn't believe how turned on I was! Soon I was tonguing and sucking her bald pussy for all I was worth and between her juices and mine there was a lot there. Just when I thought I was reaching the end of our secretions, I could feel her whole body tense, her pussy went into spasm and I heard her start to scream in orgasm as a fresh wave of her cum drenched my face. 

She lay down beside me for a few minutes before she could find the energy to untie me. We hugged each other tight and the last thing I can remember before going to sleep was her saying, "I don't know if I could actually suck you off after you've cum in me - at least not by choice!"

Needless to say, it wasn't too many weeks afterwards that she found herself tied to the bed with my cum covered cock parting her lips so she could clean it with her tongue. 

We both enjoy this new turn on so much that we've already done away with the ropes and often climb into a mutual 69 right after my orgasm so we can clean each other up.

Boy do I love choices!