8 comments/ 104055 views/ 7 favorites Customer Service By: tempter "Damn Machine!" Wendy grunted angrily as she kicked the copier she stood in front of. Wendy was more frustrated and at her wits end rather than angry, in truth she was almost at the point of tears. The aggravating machine in question refused to work just when she needed it most. It always seemed to be the case; it would work fine when she didn't need it as much, but it acted up when she was desperate. Most the times it worked well and was the lifeline of her business. However, now was not one of those times, it was now quarter to five on Thursday afternoon and it would not make a single copy. All she wanted to do was finish this one last job and then she could go home to her two kids. For the past five years since her husband's death she had somehow managed to run the Copy shop business that they had started together. In truth John, her late husband took care of most things and all she did was deal with the customers. After the car crash that took his life suddenly a little over five years ago, she had to quickly deal with everything at once. Somehow Wendy managed to keep everything together and not fall to pieces under the weight of it all. Somehow she managed to learn all the things that John had taken care of while dealing with his sudden passing. Somehow, with the help of her parents she managed to continue to raise their kids, more or less on her own. Somehow Wendy managed do all of this without collapsing in a heap in a corner. There were more than a few nights when she cried herself to sleep though, not all of those nights were behind her. Although now, more or less she had things under control, more or less her life had established a new routine. She had learned to run the business and her kids had adjusted to life after their Father's passing. She had not dated since her husband's death, mostly because she didn't have the time for a personal life. While the business was on steady footing for the first time in a long while, she still relied on this old copier. John had cancelled the life insurance six months before his death, times were tight and they couldn't afford the expense. It would have helped her, it would have eased the pressure but she knew that at the time it was the only choice. If things kept going like they were, she might be able to trade in this old, worn out thing for something new. A few customers had commented on the quality of the copies but her regulars didn't mind a few spots here and there. Her biggest customer had given her a rush job that needed to be delivered first thing in the morning. It had to be in their office by eight thirty the next morning or they would miss an important deadline. Wendy knew that she needed to come through for them or she might lose their business. She could not afford to lose them as a client, without them she might have to close the doors. That thought made a tear come to her green eyes as she walked over to the phone and placed the service call. The dispatcher was pleasant and took the information and said she would try to get the tech there today. Wendy knew that the polite young woman meant well but in fifteen minutes would not care a lick. Wendy hung up the phone and waited to hear, hoping that something could be done to get the damned machine working that night. Wendy walked over to the copier and opened up the doors, hoping to fix it herself. Once more she removed the jammed papers and looked around the machine that she hated at that moment. Once more she tried to see what was wrong with the machine, once more she stared at it, not having the slightest clue where to start. * * * * Stan watched the floors count down as the elevator made it's way down to the parkade. It was ten to five and he had finished his last service call and was happy that the day was over. Sure he had ten minutes left on the company clock but the nice thing about being a field tech was knocking off early now and again. His day had not been overly bad, mostly the same routine of simple problems that he had seen countless times before. Still though, he was looking forward to going home and putting the day behind him. Fixing copiers was not glamorous nor was it lucrative but it was a job, it paid the bills and was not overly draining. The one thing he liked that was that at the end of the day he could go home without the world falling apart. Nobody had ever died because a copier didn't work, no matter how much customers protested; they could live without a copier until the next day. Somewhere around the third floor Stan heard his cell phone make that annoying beeping sound it made when a text message arrived. Stan knew that usually meant only one thing, another service call. Stan looked at his watch and sighed, four fifty three the digital watch read. Stan thought of turning the phone off, telling the customer and his boss that he never got the message until the next day. After all, it was late enough and he knew he would not get in trouble for it, these things did happen from time to time. With a grumble Stan knew he wouldn't do that, he couldn't do that; that just wasn't him to leave a customer hanging. At least he would call whoever it was and make arrangements to come first thing the next morning. After all he was not expected to work past five in the afternoon, usually customers respected this and did not make a fuss. There were the odd few who bellowed and demanded the impossible but these were few and far between. After ten years in the business he learned to take most everything in stride without letting anything get to him, nothing was personal. With the push of a few buttons on his phone he reviewed the message and recognized the customer. It was a small copy shop, not that far from where he was and he remembered the woman who ran it. He had been servicing her machine for a few years now and she was a reasonable and pleasant lady. She was the understanding sort and never had made a fuss in similar situations before. Then he noticed that the call indicated that it was an emergency and his heart sunk, this time he guessed she would want it fixed today. For a second time Stan pondered whether or not to ignore call until tomorrow. Once again his thoughts turned to his free time only mere minutes away. It was Thursday, only one more day until the weekend and another week would be put to bed. Once again Stan grumbled, knowing that he would call her, once again he would put the customer ahead of himself. When the door opened up, Stan walked out into the parkade and dialed the number. "Hi Wendy, it's Stan here." Stan said with a pleasant tone that he always put on when he called customers no matter how he felt. "Hi Stan. Thank Goodness you called, this machine is jamming up again and I have a job that I have to get done tonight." Wendy said as calmly as she could but her voice cracked with the frustration that she felt. "I know it's late, and I don't usually ask this but is there any way you could come and look at it tonight?" Wendy asked and try as she might she could not keep a few sobs out of the end of that sentence. When Stan heard this he felt three things: anger, sorrow and self-pity. He was angry that she asked him to work after hours and come over right away to fix her machine. It was his time; he was off the clock and didn't have to worry about another broken copier until tomorrow. He had a life and things he wanted to do! Not that he had much to do, he was single and only planned to meet the guys for a beer. That was not the point though for it was his time to do with as he pleased! He knew that she was in a bind or would not have asked him to come over that night. She was not the type to make a mountain out of a molehill nor was she the demanding type of customer. She realized that the machine was old and couldn't work like the newer ones, or like it once did. She didn't make unreal demands on him and accepted the machine's limitations. Wendy was the type of customer he liked, she was, understanding, pleasant and never blamed him for the machines shortcomings. Underneath it all Stan was a good guy, he was not the type to walk away from someone in dire need. He knew that he would get nothing more than a pat on the back and an 'attaboy' from his boss if he did go. At this point it was his choice and he had no reason to help out this woman. However, Stan imagined the look on her face and knew that she was a person, a good person at that. Stan knew that she didn't deserve to suffer for his beer time. "You really need it fixed tonight?" Stan asked hesitantly, knowing the answer. "I know it's a lot to ask and I hate to ask this. I know you're on your way home now but I . . ." Wendy broke down into tears and for a moment as her emotions got the better of her. "I understand." Stan said soothingly. "I'm not that far away, I'll swing by." Stan said with a smile in his voice, trying to hide his disappointment. "I'll take a look at it for you." Stan finished. Mostly he was frustrated with himself for being sucked into doing this pointless good deed. He knew that if any of his customers would remember it and deserved the extra effort Wendy was that customer. "Thank you Stan, I know you don't have to. Thank you so much." Wendy said as she hung up the phone and sighed a sigh of relief. She called up her mother and informed her that she needed to stay late to take care of this one last job. Thankfully her mother understood and agreed to stay with the kids as long as was necessary. Wendy was thankful for her mother these past few years; she didn't know where she would be without her. She was always there when she needed her and never turned her away. Wendy only wished she didn't have to rely so heavily on her saint of a mother, that she could bear more of the burden herself. In short order but not too soon for Wendy's taste Stan had arrived and walked in the front door of the copy shop. Her knight in shining armor had arrived to rescue her in a manner of speaking. While he was not exactly in armor and he was without a steed he was no less of a hero to her at that moment. He was not that hard on the eyes either Wendy noticed, as if for the first time. She took the moment to look over the man that had come over to help her out of a jam when he didn't need to. She was so overjoyed that she might yet meet the deadline and save her hide. She couldn't help but smile warmly at him, and he returned her smile. He was taller than her, he was a little over six foot and his short blonde hair spiked itself up all over. He was clean-shaven and looked quite smart in his usual white shirt, dark pants and colourful tie. His face was thin and long and his charming smile was always a welcome sight. He did carry around a few extra pounds but he carried it well and for the most part was in good shape. Most men her age had some sort of a gut and she didn't seem to mind it that much. The overly handsome ones seemed to have the personality and morals of a snake. Stan was not that type, while he was nice, kind and professional, he was also cute. If you have to work late, at least it's nice to have something easy on the eyes to look at, Wendy thought to herself with a smirk. "Thank you! Thank you so much Stan, you don't know how much this means to me." Wendy said with tear-filled eyes as she rushed to embrace her hero of the moment. The hug was not the cautious, distant or light hug you might give an acquaintance but rather the tight, energetic hug you would give a close friend. Stan could feel every inch of Wendy's body as she pressed herself so tightly against him. He could clearly make out her nipples as her sizable breasts were pressed against him in a delightful, yet unexpected way. Wendy could also feel every inch of Stan's body against her own and secretly delighted in feeling his masculine body next to hers. She could even feel a sizable lump in the front of his trousers pressing against her neglected body. It had been years since she had held a man this close, years since she had felt the rush of excitement that she was feeling now. Part of her wanted to hold him tight, to steal a rare moment to remind herself of what it felt like to be a woman. She wanted to feel a man in her arms even if it was someone she hardly knew and who cared nothing for her. All that effort in running the business and raising her kids had come at the price of Wendy's personal life. Wendy never dated since the death of her husband; she never even let herself look at another man. She had stolen a few glances now and again with the odd man and a moment or two of harmless flirting did take place. Nothing more than that however even though there was a few times she was asked out on a date. Always her beloved John would come to mind and she would refuse any type of romance. Somehow it felt like a betrayal of his memory of sorts to her. She knew that he was gone and she had no reason to remain faithful to her husband after his death but she just couldn't help herself. Wendy remained in this limbo of not having a husband that she needed but remaining faithful to a dead man. This hug was quite unlike her and in all the time that she hand known Stan the most physical contact they had ever shared was the odd handshake. There had always been that professional distance between them, after all he was just there to fix the copier. After Wendy gotten a hold of herself she realized the position she was in and how inappropriate it was. Wendy was embarrassed over what she had done and let go of him as quickly as she had embraced him. "I'm sorry Stan, I'm just so glad you came tonight when you didn't have to." Wendy blushed, not quite looking him in the eye just after she let go of his embrace. "Don't worry about it, I'm just glad I could help." Stan said nonchalantly brushing it off, however his cock was still hard and throbbing from the unexpected embrace. He was not about to complain, heck he couldn't remember when a customer ever hugged him. For that matter he couldn't remember when a woman as beautiful as Wendy had given him any such attention. He had never seen a ring on her finger or heard her talk about a man in her life. He didn't know why a woman as sweet, considerate and pretty as Wendy was single, though he had never pried into her personal life. After all he was just there to fix the copier, not gossip with the customer not matter how alluring she was. More than once he had caught himself examining her from across the room when she wasn't looking and chastised himself for doing even that. Wendy was in her mid thirties just like Stan but she easily looked years younger. Her blonde hair was long, thick and had a natural wave to it but not puffy or overly curly. It waved its way down to the middle of her back and was more of a deep golden colour. Wendy's cute nose and puffy lips went well with her big green eyes to finish off her charming, pretty face that he couldn't say no to. Her active life kept her in shape even though she never spoke of going to a gym. She was not super thin or supermodel material but she had the flowing curves that a mature woman should possess. Wendy may have had a few extra pounds on her frame but she carried it evenly and carried it very well. Her breasts were still firm and were no less than a C cup; Stan had stolen more than a few glances at them over the years. In short Wendy was everything you hoped a mature woman would be, kind, beautiful and sexy. "Thank you again." Wendy said with a smile and a lingering glance into his eyes. Wendy had to look away for a moment to regain her composure. She didn't know what was going on, she had known Stan for a few years now and had a good working relationship with him. They were pleasant to each other and he came in and fixed the copier from time to time, nothing more. Not once had he asked her out or leered at her as some of her regulars did. Stan had always been a consummate professional and never had she heard a cross word come out of his mouth. Never did he blame her for wrecking the machine even when there were a few times that she had by accident. She liked him, but in a good coworker kind of way, never had she thought of him as anything more. However just then she was dangerously close to swooning over him. She shook her head and wrote it off to the tired, emotionally strained state she was in causing her to see things that weren't there. "No matter what I do to it, it just keeps jamming up." Wendy said as she walked away from Stan and towards the copier. Stan followed her, keeping an eye on the hypnotic sway of her nice, shapely ass and was enjoying the show too much. Wendy stopped at the copier and opened up the doors to the machine and glanced back at Stan. When she looked at him suddenly she caught where his gaze had been and blushed at him as he blushed back at her. Wendy was not angry that Stan had been checking out her rump, in fact she was silently flattered that he found her attractive. "The worst of it is in here." Wendy said as she pointed the spot just before the paper came out of the machine. Wendy even found herself bending over a little more, sticking out her but just that little bit more for Stan. She knew it was crazy, she knew she should not tease a man like this but something deep inside her was driving her behavior. She told herself that it was a little reward to him for helping her out of the jam she was in. She knew this was a lie, but it was the excuse she told herself at the moment, unwilling to face the truth of her throbbing pussy. Stan tried hard to concentrate on the machine with Wendy standing there in such a pose. His eyes wandered over her tight, shapely ass and traveled further up her body. He knew he shouldn't look at her like this but he had to risk it, he had to take in her heavy breasts that hung from her slender frame. She was bent over at the waist and she looked quite beautiful, quite alluring and just a bit too close for Stan's comfort. He told himself that he was just there to fix the copier; that he couldn't look at a customer this way. He glanced up to her face to see if his tour was unnoticed or not but when his eyes caught hers she only smiled at him. Her smile faded to a smirk as she explained once more where she thought the problem was. "No problem, I'll take care of it." Stan said confidently, trying to look like he had it all in hand. "Good, I'll let you to it." Wendy said as she patted him on the shoulder before walking away from Stan. For the next few minutes Wendy shuffled papers around the small copy shop and generally took care of a number of small tasks. It was a way to keep herself busy and out of Stan's hair. However, she wanted to get a hold of herself before too long. Before she did something even crazier, before she did something to scare him off. She needed that copier working tonight and for that she needed Stan to keep working. She now found herself taking more and more glances at Stan as he worked away on the copier. It was her turn it seemed to take an unknown tour of his body; turnabout was fair play she told herself. She found that she indeed liked what she saw for he was a handsome man who under other circumstances she might go for. "Here's the problem." Stan said as he pointed to a part of the copier that was now on the counter. "What's that?" Wendy said as she walked over and stood dangerously close to Stan. "This is the fuser, this is what makes the toner stick to the paper." Stan started out as Wendy moved even closer to him, pressing her body against his as she stood right beside him. "This is the part that gets real hot right?" Wendy asked looking interested as she put her arm around his waist almost unconsciously. Stan had definitely noticed this development even though he didn't say anything at the time. He was not about to complain if the heavenly Wendy wanted to press herself this close to him. He was not about to rock the boat even if she meant nothing by it as he guessed, she was just being friendly Stan told himself. Stan stood there and explained that the machine needed a part to work right, it was a part that he didn't have with him. Customer Service "So there's nothing you can do?" Wendy said and a sob escaped her lips as she finished asking her question. Stan sighed, there was little he could do, the heat roller was worn out and needed to be replaced. He could clean it but after a number of copies it would start to make the copies dirty and then jam once more. Once again he had to make a choice, he could lie to her and say that there was nothing he could do. He had done what he said he would do, he came by and looked at the machine. He never promised to fix the machine, it was late as it was and he wanted to leave. After all he had things he wanted to do, spending the next few hours nursing a copier along to get one copy job out was not his idea of fun. "Well." Stan relented as he looked into Wendy's big green, pleading eyes. Wendy knew that he was thinking something over, that he was making a decision of some kind, deciding to help her or not. "Please Stan, I know it's a lot to ask." Wendy said looking down for a moment. "I hate to ask this, I know you have better things to do than be here with me but I really need to do this one last job before tomorrow." Wendy said and held a pleading look as she awaited his answer. What could Stan say, she was in a tight bind and he could see that, he had nothing pressing to do tonight. He had wanted to relax and unwind with a few buds but that was about it. Nothing was set, nobody was expecting him to be anywhere, he had the time and she needed his help. Stan sighed silently to himself as he knew he would help her out, he was too much of a 'good guy' not to. It seemed that sometimes he was a slave to his better self; always doing 'the right thing'. He was always helping others out at a cost to himself, this was a regular occurrence for Stan, it happened more often than he liked. "I think I can limp it along, it'll take much longer than usual to finish the job but I think we can get your job done." Stan said with a sigh and a weary smile, he knew he would be in for a long night. "I'll come back tomorrow with the part to fix it right." Stan said with a warm smile, the elated look on Wendy's face was thanks enough for Stan. The tight hug that Wendy gave him just then was the cherry on top though and a pleasant surprise. "Thank you so much Stan." Wendy said with teary gratitude as she hugged him tighter. For a brief moment she held him, longer then she should have before she came to her senses. "Well, if we're gonna be here a while, the least I could do is feed you." Wendy said with a nervous smile as she let go of Stan and moved a step or two away. She looked mostly away, but she flashed a smile at him when she grabbed the phone. "What do you say to pizza?" Wendy said as she tried to recover from the almost intimate moment. "Pizza sounds fine, I'll get this back together and we'll get started." Stan said as he did his best to keep his cool exterior intact. A short while later the copier was humming away and Wendy and Stan had a slice of pizza in hand, waiting for the machine to break down again. Wendy was sitting by the copier watching the copies that came out the machine, watching for the copies to deteriorate. It was then that they started to chat and small talk ensued in the deserted Copy shop. "I really appreciate it, I hope your girlfriend doesn't get too mad with you for being here." Wendy said with a coy smile before glancing at the copies that came out of the copier. "I don't have a girlfriend." Stan said with a bashful smile, it was not something he liked to admit. "I find that hard to believe, a guy as nice and cute as you?" Wendy said incredulously with a sideways look. "I don't see a ring on your finger so I can tell that you're not married." Teresa said with a thoughtful smile to herself for a moment. "Tell me the truth, you have to beat the women off don't you?" Wendy said as she leaned in and put her hand on his for a moment, unknowingly giving Stan a nice glance down her top. "Well I don't know what to say." Stan shrugged with a slightly uncomfortable look about him. "Well you're pretty great in my books. You're here to help me when you really don't have to. I think that says a lot about you." Wendy smiled confidently once more at Stan in a most comely way. Wendy didn't know what came over her, she was not usually this forward with men and here she was flirting with Stan. This was most certainly not like Wendy and she was not at all comfortable with it. Wendy knew that she should try to keep the conversation on a professional level. She must try to keep things away from the personal; from areas she had no business delving into. "It says that I'm a sucker for a pretty lady." Stan grumbled lightheartedly with a roll of his eyes. "You're a good man." Wendy said tenderly as she moved closer and took both of his hands in hers and looked deep into his eyes. "There's nothing wrong with that." Wendy said with a smile and they shared a gaze that bordered on downright desire and attraction. "Even if you're blind enough to call this old bag a 'pretty lady'" Wendy chuckled in an attempt to bring some levity in otherwise awkward moment. "Get serious, you're gorgeous and you know it." Stan laughed back at Wendy who stared at him for a moment, not knowing how to take the compliment. Wendy was flattered and taken aback, she truly had not thought of herself as gorgeous! Perhaps Stan was just pulling her leg and she looked at him for a moment trying to discern how truthful he was being. When their eyes met she found a slightly sideways, expectant glance there and it assured her that he was serious in his assertion. Wendy found that she could not turn away from the blue eyes that held her gaze. The warm look of genuine affection that she saw there was mirrored and echoed in her own face. Her eyes danced over his face as she leaned in, their lips drawn to each other. Lust possessed their faces as lips called to lips that wanted, no, needed to taste each other. When Wendy was an inch from his face she came back to reality and got a grip of herself and she panicked. In her frightened, panicked state she looked around the room, everywhere but at Stan, she was embarrassed. Wendy again didn't know what came over her and hated herself for almost letting things go too far. Again she saw John, her late husband looking at her and once more she felt like she had betrayed him. Wendy looked back at the copier and noticed a few dark streaks on the copies. "Looks like it needs work." Wendy said, again not looking at Stan. "No worries." Stan said as he got up and walked over to the copier. It didn't take long for Stan to get to work on cleaning the heat roller. He had left most of the covers off and it was easily accessible to one who knew his way around the machine. From his vantage point kneeling at the copier he glanced back at Wendy who smiled at him as he worked on the copier. Wendy was sitting in her chair and had turned to watch him work. The knee length skirt was respectable and showed off her slender thighs in a wonderful way at the best of times. However as Stan's eyes took one more tour over the woman who was turning him on so, he noticed something that a gentleman shouldn't. As Stan's eyes traveled up her thighs he noticed that her skirt was tightly drawn across her knees that were parted just a bit. Stan could see a patch of white fabric that covered her most private of regions, as he had an unobstructed view clear up to her pussy. The only thing that prevented him from seeing her womanhood was that thin piece of cotton. Stan could see a dark spot at the front of it that seemed to grow with each passing second. Stan had looked long enough and somehow had stolen his gaze away from her pussy and one again cursed himself for acting so inappropriately. With a quick glance up to Wendy's face he hoped to find that his tasteless tour of her private areas had gone unnoticed. Wendy smiled back at him with the desire and lust that still coursed through her veins. She indeed had noticed where his gaze had wandered but was not angry as she parted her legs just a little more. Wendy was confused and mortified by her behavior; this was most certainly not like her. She wanted to walk away and let Stan finish his work alone. She wanted to stop herself from continuing this sleazy behavior, this was not the way a married woman carried on she told herself. Something else was in control of Wendy and her neglected, throbbing pussy told her better self that it was another reward to the kind technician. Wendy never moved from that chair and made no move to cover herself as she smiled to the stunned Stan. Stan didn't know what to make of this development, he was trying to keep control of himself and Wendy was not helping matters. Stan was still trying to behave as a good technician should, to keep things on a professional level. He was trying simply to finish the job she needed to get done and leave. He didn't want to make a move and have a complaint of 'sexual harassment' to come the next morning. That would surely get him fired and that he couldn't risk for love nor money. Still though as Stan stole another glance up Wendy's skirt then at Wendy's face, she didn't seem to mind him looking at her pussy. "How does it look?" Wendy asked and Stan's heart leapt into his throat. "Excuse me?" Stan said with wide eyes, not knowing how to respond. "The copier, how does it look, will it make it through the job?" Wendy said as she stood and walked away from Stan at the moment. Wendy needed to cool down; she needed to get a grip on her lusts and desires. Wendy didn't want to throw herself at the first man who showed her the first bit of kindness. She hoped that someday she would start to date someone, take things slowly at first and go from there. She imagined what that first date would be like, the second date, perhaps after some time she would give herself to her mystery man. She was not the type of woman who threw herself at strangers! Even in her youth, before she met John she never slept around, she always dated the men she slept with. Even when she had slept with them it was after considerable number of months of dating. Never once had she strayed from John, never once had she even lusted after a man. She had been happily married to John and had so desperately wanted to die in his arms when she was old and gray. Still Wendy couldn't deny that for the first time in years her lusts had been stirred up to this point. There was something about Stan that made her want him so badly, she couldn't deny that. Wendy knew that she wanted him; she knew that he wanted her too, that much was obvious by the constant bulge in his trousers. She had stolen more than a few glances at it and wondered what it looked like. Was it really as big as it seemed? What would it feel like? What would it taste like? Wendy shook her head and once more tried to get the nasty thoughts out of her mind. Once more she tried to keep things cool and calm, once more she tried to steer things away from the seemingly inevitable. She leaned over the front counter, near the pizzas. Her head was in her hands as she wrestled with her feelings, torn between the two positions in her mind. On one side she wanted to remain faithful to John like she had vowed on her wedding day. On the other side she knew that it was time to move on, time to allow herself to feel like a woman again. She needed a man, she needed to love someone and be loved by them; she knew that, she had always known that. Tonight however Wendy also knew that her longing and loneliness coupled with her deepest desires and womanly needs could not be denied much longer. Stan had always been a nice guy and had always been a gentleman to her, and they had shared a few laughs over the years. She felt comfortable around him, at ease and perhaps that was the problem. He had always been so nice and kind to her, wanting nothing from her. Perhaps it was that combined with the selfless act he did for her tonight that pushed things over the edge. She liked Stan, she really did; something about this situation had awoken that in her tonight. While she wanted to take things further, she hoped she could take things at a slower pace, one that she was more comfortable with. Wendy didn't hear the copier start back up, nor did she hear Stan call to her, she was still lost in her own thoughts. When Stan put his arm around her, pulling her closer to him, she felt that. She couldn't deny how good his body felt beside hers, her body wanted to turn to face him, to take him in her arms. Her body betrayed her best efforts and she found herself leaning in to the embrace that came from beside her. "Is everything alright?" Stan asked with genuine concern. Wendy looked up into Stan's eyes with a pained, teary look as she fought with herself over what to do. What should she tell him? What should she do? How far could she let herself go? She wanted him; she needed to be held by him. She even craved the thought of being needed again, of having someone to care for, who cared for her in return. Wendy accepted all this and wanted to tell him that she cared for him, that she wanted to take things further but in time. The pain came back to her as she remembered John and hated herself for wanting this man who was not her husband. The feeling of stupidity over holding on to the faithfulness to a man who was long dead overcame her as well. In short the fight over whether or not to finally let go of her husband was in full swing in Wendy's mind. She knew that she should have not held on to the loyalty to her late husband. Wendy knew that she needed to let go and move on. However she could not let everything go tonight, she could not go as far as her body wanted her to go. Wendy felt like a vale had been lifted from her eyes and she was seeing things for the first time in years. Wendy looked at Stan with new eyes and had wondered why she had not seen or noticed him before. Why could such a nice guy, a handsome man to boot be in her life for so long a time and she had never noticed? He had been like a part of the furniture, a part of the copier that showed up now and again. The copier broke, Stan came, fixed it and left, it was as simple as that. Wendy had still been looking into Stan's eyes as all of this raged in her head; tears welled up in her eyes. She wanted to tell him, but didn't know where to begin. "Do you want to talk about it?" Stan asked, bringing Wendy out of her funk. "I can't do this." Wendy said with a sighed admission. "Can't do what?" Stan asked, wanting clarification. "I . . . I . . . Never mind." Wendy said feeling mortified, looking away. She was about to admit her deepest desires to him and he didn't share them. How could she have read the situation wrong? Was she getting mixed signals from him? She thought he wanted her. She could have sworn that the erection he had most of the time he was there had been because of her. Wendy felt foolish and wanted to slither away, ashamed and unwanted. Wendy had put herself through hell these past few moments for nothing because Stan didn't want her, nobody wanted her. "I felt it too." Stan said as he stood there holding Wendy close to his body. "I didn't say anything because I wasn't sure how you felt." Stan paused before continuing. "I didn't know what you wanted and I didn't want to push anything." Stan said quietly as he swallowed hard. It was risky for Stan to even say this much, if she reacted badly it could all blow up in his face. He just stood there and waited for Wendy to react before saying or doing anything more. Sure Stan wanted her, but he had to keep things under wraps, he was 'on duty' of sorts and she was a customer. Sure it was after hours, sure it was on his own time, but she was still a customer and he was still representing the company. "I don't know what I want." Wendy sighed as she turned to face him. Stan's arms enveloped her and she nestled into his embrace and enjoyed the moment of tenderness. She could allow herself this brief respite from the fighting in her mind. It felt so good to be held by a man, to be held by Stan and Wendy was fast becoming too comfortable in this position. Wendy's passions started to simmer as she subconsciously pressed her aching pussy against his very hard cock. Wendy wanted to pull away but while she didn't have the will to give in, she did not have the strength to leave his embrace. "I don't expect anything to happen Wendy." Stan said while rocking her to and fro slightly. "I think you're a great lady and I would like to get to know you better though . . . outside of work." Stan said and waited for Wendy's reaction that was a few moments in coming. "Really?" Wendy said with a teary eyed smile as she finally looked up to his eyes and felt better. "You wouldn't hate me for not going that far tonight?" Wendy asked with unsure eyes, hoping that he was telling her the truth. "I'm not the type for casual sex. I prefer to know the women I get intimate with." Stan said assuredly. "Really?" Wendy asked, again wanting to believe him but again not sure if she could. "Really." Stan smiled as he leaned in and kissed her forehead in a tender manner. Wendy smiled at Stan and their eyes did not look away from each other's eyes; time seemed to stand still. For a long time they looked at each other comfortable in the embrace, seeing only each other. Wendy could see his sincerity and knew she could let herself care for him, down the road. She felt like he would be the type of guy that John would have approved of. As she stood there, looking up into his eyes though, her passions heated up further until they boiled over into a kiss. It was supposed to be a tender 'thank you' kiss. She meant it to be a small gesture to let him know how deeply she appreciated his understanding and compassion. That was not the case however, the kiss turned out to be much more passionate than she had anticipated. When their lips touched, her aching body and lonely spirit heated up the intended friendly, tender kiss to something most wonderful. Within one kiss she had brought herself to teetering on the edge of her breaking point. Her desires, lusts, needs, wants and passions had all welled up and boiled under the surface of the usually cool woman. Wendy knew that one more kiss, one more caress, one more anything would push her over the edge and she would not be able to stop herself. "Thank you." Wendy said in the weak cover that it was a thank you kiss. Within a moment their lips were drawn to each other's and their second kiss ensued. Nothing else existed but their desires as Wendy finally gave herself to the moment, knowing she had to have him. She knew she needed to have him, to feel the throbbing cock that had been plaguing her mind all night thrusting into her. This kiss lasted much longer then the other one and her hands started to roam and caress his body. Her hands pulled at his back, pulling his body tighter and tighter against her body. After a moment his hands started to roam over her body and Wendy moaned into Stan's mouth when she felt his hands on her ass. "Oh I can't believe I'm doing this." Wendy cooed as Stan started to kiss his way down to her neck. "I can't believe this is happening either! Do you want to stop?" Stan asked with slurred speech, his lips never fully broke contact with the supple skin of her neck. "Hell no!" Wendy moaned back as she ran her fingers through his hair while the counter dug into her back, though she didn't complain. "I've waited too long!" She cooed as she started to melt from the heat of the passions that Stan had stirred up. Stan continued to kiss and nibble at the nape of Wendy's neck while his hands continued to roam and wander. He stared with soft caressing of the sides of her torso, slowly running his fingers lightly from her waist to her armpits. Stan got bolder as time wore on while he lovingly pleased her neck, taking his time before moving on. Quickly and infrequently Stan brushed the sides of Wendy's breasts with feather-light touches eliciting an extra coo from Wendy. On one pass Stan had worked up the courage to openly caress her breast, finally reaching nipple. As his had cupped the whole of her right breast they were both brought back to reality with a horrifying sound. Customer Service WREEEEEAAAAKK!!! The sound of the copier jamming horribly was like nails on the chalkboard to the experienced technician. "What the hell was that?" Wendy asked in shock as she bolted upright looking around her for the source of the terrible sound. "Damn Machine!" Grumbled Stan as he tore himself away from what he truly wanted to be doing at that moment in order to do what he least wanted to do. "Shit." Wendy said with a roll of her eyes as she finally understood what had happened. It had taken a bit of time for Wendy to come out of her lust-inspired funk. She had been heated and caught up in the moment and the talented affections of Stan during that seemingly brief moment of passion. Now that there was a brief respite Wendy's struggle of whether or not to give into her desires picked up again. Her throbbing pussy and aching lusts craved and screamed for her to continue and allow herself the passion they craved. However Wendy also knew that in the cool light of day that she wasn't ready to go as far as she wanted to take things. Wendy was still too much of a bundle of tangled emotions and swirling hormones to think straight. Even now as Wendy looked at Stan working away on the copier, she missed his touch, his warm presence near her body. Wendy walked over to where Stan was standing in the pretense to look at the copies and see what copies looked like. She wanted to see how many copies needed to be thrown away and copied again. Even as she neared him she could feel the heat of his presence and couldn't resist putting her hand on his shoulder as she picked up the stack of copies. Stan smiled up at her and she smiled back at him as she leafed through the copies still not breaking contact with him. After finding the last acceptable copy in the pile she tossed the others in the nearest recycle bin. She put the good copies in a neat pile near the other finished copies, only breaking contact with Stan when she had to. As she reset the copier to make the next batch of copies she couldn't help looking over at Stan and smile. Wendy already felt more for Stan than she had felt for any man since John and that alone scared her. She wasn't sure if she was simply lusting for any man or for Stan, after all she didn't know him that well. However what she knew she liked as he struck her as a decent, stand up guy who was handsome to boot. But was that enough to let herself go all the way with him as she wanted and feared that things would go? "There, done." Stan said as he stood up with his charming smile that almost weakened Wendy's knees. "Good." Wendy muttered back as she fumbled with the copier trying to push the right buttons to make it do what she wanted it to. "Now where were we?" Stan smiled wickedly as he stepped closer to Wendy while the copier came to life and began to hum away. "Well, I . . ." Wendy started to say in an attempt to protest but she was unable to do so before Stan had her in his arms again, and that was it. When his lips met hers again she kissed him back with equal passion and the moral fight evaporated from her lust-crazed mind. Her lips parted and her tongue snaked into his mouth and started to dance and play with his eager tongue. The kiss lasted for a short eternity until Stan once again started to kiss his way down Wendy's neck. However this time Stan did not stop at her neck, for he had other skin that his lips wanted to explore. Wendy's breath quickened as his lips kissed his way across her collarbone and down the cleavage of her soft swelling bosom. His fingers found topmost button that was done up and gently opened it up, revealing more of her skin to be kissed and adored. Yet another button was opened and more skin liberated from its silky confines. Soon enough the blouse was open to the waist and draped off the shoulders of this beauty as Stan kissed his way around the 'plain and ordinary' bra. He continued his lingering caressing and stroking of her breasts that were still contained in the one last fabric barrier between her nipples and his mouth. After a moment of this he slid his hands up her back in a direct and deliberate motion to the centre of her shoulder blades. In a slick, smooth and quick motion he had Wendy's bra undone and it too was draping off her shoulders. With that he paused and pulled away from her and looked up into her eyes with a smoldering look of desire and waited. There Wendy stood with her blouse completely undone and her bra also hanging off her shoulders. She looked down at Stan and wondered what he was waiting for? He had her blouse and bra undone, why didn't he finish the job and take them off fully so he could continue to bring her joy? Then, after a moment of staring down at him with quick and baited breath did she realize that he was waiting for her. Wendy knew that he was waiting for her to take the garments the rest of the way off. With trembling hands she unbuttoned the cuffs of her blouse and smiled warmly and lovingly at Stan who looked at her with reverence. With a nervous stomach and unsure mind she shrugged her shoulders and let the blouse float off her body and hit the floor. She forced her hands to be steady as she reached up and grabbed the shoulder straps of her bra. She paused for a moment, taking a brief moment to revel in the look of adoration and lust from Stan at that moment. It had been some time since any man had looked at her in such a way, bordering on worship. Could anyone blame her if she drew the moment out before she revealed her body further to him? Wendy looked down at Stan and smirked a wicked little smirk as she prepared herself to pull the bra off. However something else demanded Stan's attention at that exact moment, having no respect for timing or passion. WREEEEEAAAAKK!!! The copier one again jammed up something fierce, causing another mess for Stan to fix. "I'll break that damn machine but good yet?" Stan growled as he pulled his gaze up from Wendy's breasts to her eyes. "Don't do that! I still need it to last another year or so!" Wendy said with a laugh that Stan found contagious and soon the pair shared a hearty laugh. "Okay, I'll let it live." Stan said in amidst his dying laughter. "Just for you." He grinned and walked over toward the copier to work on it again. "Thank you." Wendy said almost cheekily as she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Stan smiled and shook his head as he proceeded to clean the heat roller one more time. Wendy walked over and checked the copies throwing away the bad copies and generally resetting the copier for the next round. It was fast becoming a routine with them it seemed, he would fix it and she would prep it for the next round. Both of them were eager for the machine to be running again so they could pick up where they left off. Even as they worked Wendy's bra remained in place, only ever so slightly pulling away from her breasts. As Wendy shuffled the papers around she glanced over at Stan who stole glances back at her with bedroom eyes. She smiled to herself, content in the knowledge that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. For the first time that night she was not mortified by that thought, she was beginning to see herself as the single woman she was. Either her libido had gotten the better of her or she finally was letting herself feel like a woman again and enjoy the pleasures that the flesh had for her. Either way, for the moment at least she was going to enjoy the crazy moment of passion that surely would consume them both. Stan stood up and tossed the rag next to the bottle of cleaning fluid and smiled at Wendy with a wicked smile. Wendy knew that the machine was ready once again to get into action; that meant that they were as well. She turned her back to Stan and looked over her shoulder as she pressed the copy button and the machine hummed to life once more. With a wink and an alluring smile she continued to look at Stan over her shoulder as her fingers crept their way up to her bra straps. Slowly and deliberately she pulled them off her shoulders and down her arms all the while looking Stan deep in the eyes. She pealed the bra away from her chest and in truth it did not struggle one bit nor did her hands tremble as they once did. As the bra fell lifelessly to the floor winding up half way under the copier Wendy raised her hands to her chest once more. She crossed her arms and covered her breasts with her hands and nothing else as she turned slowly to face Stan. Stan watched in heated anticipation as his eyes wandered over the nude upper half of Wendy's body. He drank in every detail of the soft, alluring cream skin before him, though her breasts were still obscured from his view. He figured that she was drawing out the moment for some sort of dramatic effect and left it at that. However after the moment had drawn out a little too long for Stan's tastes he looked up into her face with an expectant look. "If I'm going to be nude from the waist up, I think it's only fair that you are too; don't you agree?" Wendy asked with an alluring smile as she stood beside the humming copier, silently counting down to its next breakdown. Stan chuckled and didn't even utter a word in response as he tore off his tie and tossed it over the counter. Soon his shirt followed suit and in his haste he may have popped a button or two, he was not sure. All he knew was that he had to see Wendy's breasts; he had to touch them, to taste them, to feel those nipples between his lips. Perhaps even travel further south, if she'd let him, the way things were going, that was looking like an ever-increasing possibility. Wendy looked over his now naked chest as it swelled and collapsed with the heaving breaths of the excited man who stood before her. Her eyes glanced over his torso and found that while he was not from the pages of playgirl, he was most pleasing to the eye. His upper chest was larger than most men and he almost seemed to be holding in his breath all the time, though he wasn't. His chest hair was not a thick mat of carpet all over his chest but sprinkled here and there liberally, not too much but not little. His muscles could have been more chiseled and defined but again Stan was not the muscle-bound type, he was a real, ordinary, everyday man. Stan's body seemed to be a little softer, more cuddleable than some men and that was important to Wendy. To her, at this stage of her life she was more interested in a man she could depend on, rely on and be there for her. Stan was that type; he had already proven that by staying behind to help her when he didn't need to. He was a handsome man, one that certainly turned her head sure enough but what really drew her to him was his giving nature. Wendy most defiantly preferred a man she could cuddle up to rather than the type that could lift a car over his head, she wanted the slightly softer type. When her tour was over she realized that she still stood there with her hands covering her breasts. With a smile into Stan's lust driven face she slowly lowered her hands at a painfully slow pace for Stan. In reality it took only three seconds for Wendy to drop her hands, revealing her breasts to his view for the first time. Stan couldn't move for a second as he his gaze fell on the near perfect globes of flesh in front of him. They were large, smooth, soft, round and oh so alluring, beckoning him nearer as they rose and fell under her heaving breath. Once again Stan could not understand why a beautiful woman such as Wendy was single. He thanked his lucky stars that he was standing in front of her now half naked, waiting for him to make the next move. Stan knew that time was wasting, that the copier would break down before long and interrupt their fun once again. With quick steps Stan rushed to Wendy's side and took her in his arms, once again he kissed her full on the lips. This time though the kiss was more electric due to the first time touch of nude chest against nude chest. Stan felt her heavenly breasts pressed hard against his chest and her hard nipples bore into his chest as he kissed her hard. Wendy kissed him back with equal passion that had been stirred up by holding a man for the first time in years. Stan was the first man she had let get this close to her since her beloved John died. As the kiss progressed the pair got hotter and hotter, pulling at each other in a vein attempt to bring them closer. However if they were any closer than they would be in the same skin, though they roughly pawed at each other regardless. Once again Stan kissed his way down Wendy's body, aching to find a nipple to kiss and suckle at. Wendy backed up against a nearby wall to steady herself as Stan's lips neared her left breast. While the pair ached for Stan to give Wendy's nipples some attention he steered clear of her nipples for some time. Stan lightly caressed her breasts while he licked and sucked his way around the large, soft and supple globes. However he made sure to avoid her nipples for as long as he dared, heightening her desire and anticipation. Soon enough though her passions and neglected nipples got the better of Wendy and she knew she had to take maters into her own hands. With a frustrated grunt she reached up and grabbed two handfuls of Stan's hair and pulled his lips toward the nearest nipple. When his lips first made contact with her nipple and he closed his mouth around it the pleasure was intense. The euphoric joy was so sudden and so great as it shot through her, she almost came right then and there. "Ooooohhhhh Yeeeaaaaaahhhh!!" Wendy wailed as Stan now attacked her nipples and breasts like a madman. She knew it would not take much longer to make her cum. Wendy's long neglected body didn't need too much affection to find the release it sought. It only took a few more flicks of his tongue and a sudden and unexpected bite on her right nipple to push her over the edge. "Ooooooooohhh Gaaaaawwwwddddd!!" Wendy screamed as her orgasm hit her hard and fast. "I'm cuming!" She moaned as her body started to quake and quiver as bolts of pleasure shot through her. Wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her body quaked in the intense climax with the epicenter of it all centered on her pussy. Stan never let up his kissing and caressing of her bountiful breasts as she quaked and shook in orgasm. However he did have to use his hands to hold her up and steady her instead of caress her body. Finally though her climax had run its course and she stood there leaning up against the wall, eyes closed and only half conscious. Without warning or asking Stan boldly slid his hands down her body as he kneeled before her. Stan rested his hands on her ass, moving them between her cheeks and the wall. His hands found the zipper of her skirt and with a twist and tug he undid the button and pulled the zipper down. With a grasp of the waistband of her skirt and panties he tugged and in one movement pulled both garments down and off of her body. His face was now inches from her very wet and very naked pussy. Stan took a deep breath and inhaled the sweet fragrance of her heated pussy and his mouth watered in anticipation. Wendy was not yet quite back to reality and had not realized the developments of the past few seconds. However when Stan picked her up and placed her on the counter, she started to realize what was going on. Wendy looked down to see that her skirt and panties were off now and all she had on was her stockings and pumps. When she looked further down to see that Stan still wore his pants while she was completely naked she was about to protest. However when Stan's tongue traced the inside of her slit she slumped back, resting herself on her elbows. When Stan's tongue flicked across her clitoris for the first time Wendy's head fell back as a ripple of pleasure shot through her. After a moment of basking in the joy of being serviced in so selfless a way Wendy lifted her heavy head and looked down between her legs with love and adoration at what she found there. Sure it had been years since she had sex but it was an even longer time since anyone had gone down on her. John her late husband was never the 'kinky' type and didn't go in for the weird things such as eating pussy. Only a few times in their marriage had he pleasured her in this way and even then it was not for that long, nor was it that good. She knew that John loved her as much as she loved him, but he had done the act solely for her taking no pleasure in it himself. Since John never enjoyed what he was doing he did it out of duty, doing the least he could to get it over with. Even in the brief moments that Stan had spent between her legs he had shown much more talent and loving effort than John ever did down there. Wendy had heard that this sort of thing could be quite enjoyable for a woman but not until that moment did she know just how good it could be. Wendy scooted up on the counter until she was right at the edge of it, draping her legs over Stan's shoulders. Stan really went to town and pulled out all the stops as he continued to eat the hot woman before him. Once again Stan could not believe that he was actually eating out the most incredible women he'd ever been with. He didn't want to pass up his opportunity to do her right just in case this was the one and only time they would be intimate. It was then that Stan pushed a finger into the sopping wet pussy that he was eating and started to probe the pussy while he sucked on the clit. Wendy's body tensed up when the finger entered her pussy for the first time and a lewd moan escaped her lips. Wendy then went limp once more and her head fell back as she surrendered herself to the greatest joy she could remember in some time. She had masturbated on an infrequent basis and considered herself quite good at it but nothing she had done herself equaled the pleasure she felt now. WREEEEEAAAAKK!!! The Copier jammed up once more only a few feet away from them. "Damn machine!" Wendy cursed out loud as she glanced over at the machine she hated at that moment. She cursed it for interrupting her moment of passion and pleasure that she had allowed herself to enjoy. She hated the thought of Stan having to stop what he was doing to her in order to fix it. Not when Wendy was so close to another orgasm, just a little more of his talented tongue down there was all she would need. Almost immediately and half by instinct Wendy locked her legs firmly behind Stan's head. She would not let him get away until she was satisfied, the copier could wait a little longer. Stan thought he heard the copier jam up, even from the place that he most wanted to be he could hear the machine. When he felt Wendy's thighs clamp down around his ears he suspected that it did in fact jam up. He chuckled to himself that she was determined to cum all over his face before he fixed the machine one more time. Heck, he wasn't planning on going anywhere for a while, not when there was such sweet juice to be tasted! "Ooooohhhh Yeeeeaaaaahhhh Baby!" Wendy screeched out as her second orgasm hit her and hit her hard. "That's it! Sweet Christ honey! Eat me OOOhhh Gaaaaaawwwwwwdddddd EEEAAAAATTT MMMEEEE!!" She screeched as she grabbed to clumps of Stan's hair and ground her pussy hard against his face. Her whole body convulsed and shook violently and as the orgasm ripped through her, this one was even more overpowering than the last. Stan had to hold on to Wendy as he ate her, for fear she would fall off the counter and hurt herself. Though in truth there was little he could do but hold on for dear life until it was over! Soon enough though with one last moan that ended in a whimper Wendy collapsed in a heap, unconscious on the counter. Stan wanted things to continue but knew that the copier needed tending to as well. Stan pulled himself away from Wendy's wet and tasty pussy and started to clean and reset the copier. He worked as fast as he could in hopes to have the machine up and running once more and be between her thighs before she woke up. She had the most delicious pussy he had ever tasted and couldn't wait to dive back in for more. Customer Service Wendy woke up only a moment later and found herself naked and sprawled out on the counter. She looked around for Stan and found him working on the copier once more. A loving smile washed over her face as she saw him standing there, still working even after she had given herself to him. Even in the midst of passion he was a stand up guy and Wendy smiled a loving smile at him, as she found herself impressed by him one more time. After the pleasure he had just given her Wendy wanted him all the more, and not just to satisfy her lust. As Wendy looked at her half naked hero, she found real feelings starting to develop for him and wondered if it was just her lusts and carnal desires. She knew that it would be sometime before she would truly be able to sort everything out. However as she saw her hero working away to keep the machine going for her sake, she wanted to repay him somehow. A smile crept across her lips as she thought that turnabout was fair play. Wendy hopped off the counter and without saying a word she reset the copier, getting it ready for another round of copies. Just about the time that she was finished, Stan had finished cleaning the machine. With the pressing of a few buttons the machine was humming away once more. A wicked smile crept across Wendy's lips as she looked over at Stan who stood near the counter. Without saying a word walked a step closer to Stan and dropped to her knees in front of him. Slowly she reached up and unbuttoned his dress slacks, unzipping the fly before pulling the pants down all the way. The bulge in the briefs and the scent of him made her mouth water as she took a moment to prepare herself for what she was about to do. Wendy had gone down on John about as much as he had gone down on her. Wendy figured that if he wasn't going to pleasure her orally than why should she please him. However when she had given John head she always tried her best to please him and always left him drained and very happy. That was years ago though and now she was in front of Stan and dearly wanted to give him back some pleasure. Wendy felt like she owed him for all that he had done for her today both professionally and sexually. Slowly Wendy reached up and worked her fingers under the waistband of Stan's briefs and slowly pulled down. Down she pulled the briefs not able to take her eyes off of the bulge that slowly turned to a sizable cock. Soon the briefs were down in a heap at his ankles with his pants and quickly Stan stepped out of them. Wendy looked over the thick cock that stood proudly before her and was impressed by Stan once more. For before her was not only a cock of decent length, about seven inches she guessed but also quite thick around it seemed. She wondered to herself what it would feel like buried deep in her pussy, what other pleasures could Stan bring her? Wendy's fingers gingerly slid up Stan's thighs inching ever closer to his manhood that stood ever so close to her face. When her hands reached Stan's cock she wrapped her right hand around the base of it and steadied herself with the left hand against his hip. She licked her lips and proceeded to bathe his cock with her tongue starting at the tip and working her way down to the base. When her tongue reached the base of his cock she licked her way back up to the head of it. When Wendy's lips kissed the head of it she wasted no time in swallowing it, or at least as much of his cock as she could. She looked up into Stan's face and their eyes locked as she bobbed her head up and down on his cock repeatedly. After the third time Wendy went down on her cock Stan's eyes closed and his head fell back. Furthermore he slumped back and rested his elbows on the counter, all the while Wendy continued her slurping on his cock. A contented sigh escaped his lips as he reveled in the great blowjob he was receiving. As Wendy continued to give Stan head she strived harder and harder to swallow more and more of his cock. She wanted to do the best job she could to show him how much she appreciated him, cared for him even. Each downward stroke she would push a little further and take just that much more of his cock into her mouth. Somehow she was able to stifle her gag reflex and push the head straight down her throat. Soon enough she had done it and all of his cock was buried in her mouth and throat. Wendy reveled in victory as her nose rubbed his curly pubic hairs at the base of his cock. If she didn't have a mouthful of cock she would have smiled with the pride of her accomplishment. Now that Wendy had swallowed all of his cock once she strived to do it again and again. Wendy added great suction as she bobbed her head up and down, swallowing all of him over and over. Stan was delirious with the exquisite blowjob that he was getting and as you can guess, he couldn't hold out that long. "Ooooohhhh Yeaaaah!" Stan moaned as is cock started to swell in Wendy's mouth. "Cumming! Oh God Cumming! Swallow it! Oh Honey swallow it!" Stan babbled deliriously as Wendy pulled her lips up until just the head was in her mouth. It had been years since Wendy had tasted cum and she was looking forward to reminding herself of what it tasted like. As Stan's cock erupted in her mouth she took the time to swish it around in her mouth for a bit before swallowing that mouthful. Dutifully she swallowed every last drop, not letting a single drop of the salty, pearl liquid out of her mouth. Wendy let his shrinking cock out of her mouth when she was content that no more cum was to be had, at least not yet. Not letting Stan rest for a moment Wendy started to lick the length of his cock never taking her eyes off of his. After a few flamboyant licks of his cock like it was an ice cream cone she smiled up at him with sultry eyes. "What do you want to do with this thing?" Wendy asked in an alluring way and winked up at Stan. "Give me a moment and I'll show you." Stan chuckled as both he and his cock knew exactly what she was talking about and eagerly looked forward to the chance to fuck her. "But I don't want to wait that long baby!" Wendy said with a sultry/pouting tone of voice and almost on cue Stan's cock start to harden once more. Wendy stood up and kissed Stan on the lips and much to her quiet surprise and joy he didn't turn her away. John wouldn't kiss her after she had given him head until she brushed her teeth and gargled. Wendy was elated to find that Stan was a much more liberal man, a more attentive man. However to view her late husband in a less than flattering light also troubled her somewhat. Wendy was not in a place to deal with that now, now was a time to live in the moment. That's exactly what she planned to do, since she had gone this far with him, she might as well go all the way. Even if she wanted to back out now, the throbbing in her waiting pussy would not let her pass up the opportunity to have that cock in her pussy. Wendy needed to know what it felt like, she needed to see this crazy experience through to the end. Wendy broke the kiss and grabbed onto the counter, spreading her legs a little wider than shoulder-width apart. Stan took the cue and moved in behind her grabbed his cock with one hand and was about to feel around for Wendy's pussy with the other. However a feminine hand grasped his cock and guided it to her waiting pussy releasing it only when the cock kissed the lips open. Slowly and gingerly Stan pressed forward and it took a bit of pressure to finally get the head of his cock inside her wet pussy. Stan paused for a moment to keep control of himself so as not to ram it all the way home in the almost virgin-tight pussy. After a half moment Stan pushed in a few inches and then withdrew nearly all the way out. Over and over again Stan thrust into Wendy's pussy with an effort to drive deeper and deeper into her. It was a slow, steady and plodding pace that Stan set out in that grinding fuck plunging deeper and deeper in her exquisitely tight pussy. Soon enough and not too many strokes later Stan was fully inside her as he felt the globes of her ass against his hips. Stan and Wendy moaned out together when it finally happened, when finally he was fully inside her. Stan picked up the pace of their fucking steadily and soon he was slamming into her with great force and at a quick pace. Wendy was nearly out of her mind with pleasure as the thick invading cock pounded into her poor neglected pussy again and again. Wendy couldn't imagine anything else as grand as Stan's thick cock stretching her pussy seemingly to the limit each time it was fully inside her. The experience was greater, than she had thought and hoped it would be. It seems that Wendy she had forgotten what it felt like to be fucked and fucked well. Wendy wanted to cry out in joy, and weep in shame at the same time. For at the same moment she was feeling tremendous joy and scornful shame. On the one hand Wendy was enjoying the physical act of fucking Stan a great deal and even was meeting his thrusts as hard as she could. However on the other hand this single act had not gone unnoticed by her more conservative side; the side that told her she was still married to John. Wendy was able to push the nagging argument out of her mind once more and focus solely on Stan's cock. However Wendy knew that in the light of day she would have a great deal to think over. Somehow in the midst of all this wild fucking a familiar sound was heard that didn't go unnoticed by the copulating couple. WREEEEEAAAAKK!!! The copier jammed up yet again and the control panel lit up like a Christmas tree. "Don't even think of fixing that thing yet!" Wendy snapped over her shoulder to Stan, half-afraid that he would pull out in order to fix the broken copier. "Are you nuts!" Stan huffed as he continued to pound in and out of Wendy's still tight and very wet pussy. "Honey, there ain't anyplace I'd rather be or anything I'd rather do!" He finished with a chuckle and a smile. "Good! Cause I need servicing more than that damn machine does!" Wendy said with a grunting chuckle over her shoulder as she really started to throw herself into the fuck now. "My Service Manager always said that the customer comes first!" Stan laughed as he threw his head back and slammed extra hard into Wendy one time in particular. "I'd better or your boss will be getting one hell of an odd complaint tomorrow!" Wendy retorted and broke into laughter that Stan joined her in. The heated fucking didn't last that much longer until Wendy wailed out that she was cuming. When Wendy's pussy started to quake and quiver around his cock, Stan had no choice but to slam deep into her one last time and let loose his load. In the matter of a few seconds they were both cuming and coming hard. At the end of it Stan had collapsed on top of Wendy and both of them were gasping for air. Their sweat covered bodes stuck to each other as they took a moment to recover. Thus was the pattern for the rest of that evening, they would suck and fuck while the copier worked, stopping only to fix it. In truth they only needed to fix it three more times before the job was done. Stan fixed it one last time so that Wendy could use it for any short, emergency jobs in the morning. They hugged and kissed like new lovers as they closed up the copy shop that night. It was near midnight when they each went their separate ways, longing to see each other again even before they parted. * * * * Wendy was able to get the copy job she and Stan had worked on last night delivered to the clients office as soon as they opened. While the customer was appreciative, it was simply an expected thing on their part. They expected her to have the job done so no great wellspring of gratitude was forthcoming. Wendy thought about earning some points with the customer by telling the tale of last night (or at least the 'G' version of what happened). However, it seemed like a mute point, they simply took the copies, paid her and then she was dismissed. They had no idea what she went through to get that job done for them, customers rarely do. Wendy drove back to the Copy shop and opened things up and started her morning routine. One might expect that after the torrid time of passion last night in that very shop that she might well be happy and overly pleased with the world. In some respects that is what she should have felt, if it wasn't for the overwhelming sense of shame and guilt. Wendy was torn between loving and hating the events of the previous night. On the one hand it was just what she needed and for fleeing moments now and again she smiled to herself as she remembered everything. For a few moments at a time she remembered and enjoyed what it felt like to be a woman, a desirable woman! However she could not get passed the sense that she had cheated on John, that she had betrayed his memory by what happened. Even worse for her was that she loved the experience of last night, enjoyed it immensely even! Wendy didn't know what to feel or what she should feel, it all happened to fast and was too much for her to take. Wendy might have been able to handle a date without loosing too much sleep but even that would make her feel guilty. Last night however she threw herself at Stan and acted like a complete and total SLUT! Because of what happened and how she behaved, she hadn't slept a wink all night and the only rest she got was when she was finally cried out. Repeatedly she asked God and John to forgive her but never quite got any sort of answer that satisfied her. In short she was a mess and in no way fit to run the shop that morning and wondered what she would do when Stan arrived. Wendy put her head in her head in her hands and felt the mixture of pleasure and pain that any thought of Stan brought up it seemed. It may have been unfair but Stan seemed to be getting the brunt of her frustration, for he was the one the she craved but couldn't let herself have. She didn't know what she would say to Stan or how she could face him again. While part of her wanted to hold him again, most of her was far too ashamed to look at him ever again. Perhaps in time she would be let herself date him, after she could work through some of her conflicting feelings she told herself. It was all too much too soon and on top of everything she was scared, scared silly. She was scared that she and her kids would get hurt if she pursued Stan and scared that she would never know happiness if she let him slip away. Wendy started to cry as the weight of everything got to her but just then the door opened up and she put on a brave face. "Good morning!" Stan said with a chipper tone of someone who was delighted with the world. "Good morning." Wendy managed to croak back in some semblance of an acceptable manner. "How are you feeling this morning honey? Not too tired I hope?" Stan asked with a suggestive manner as he approached the woman he had made love to many times the night before. Wendy didn't answer right away and didn't even look up at him for the moment. Instead she was trying not to burst into tears as the intensity of her inner struggle was turned up a few notches. Wendy looked up at Stan with cold eyes and prepared to speak but Stan saw the pain in her eyes and spoke before she could. "What's wrong?" Stan asked as he dropped his toolkit and moved to Wendy's side, putting his arm around her all in one smooth motion. "Nothing!" Wendy snapped as she quickly broke free of his embrace. "No, tell me." Stan pressed. "Is it about last night?" Stan asked with a most worried look on his face. "I thought you enjoyed it as much as I did. Otherwise I wouldn't have . . ." Stan started to say but was cut off. "It happened!" Wendy snapped in a curt and short way. "We can't change that but . . ." She said and started to fumble over her own words. "But what?" Stan asked with a confused and hurt look on his own face as he looked at Wendy and saw the pain and struggle evident in her face. "But nothing." Wendy said with a cold look to Stan. "I don't want to talk about it okay. It happened and that's the end of it okay?" She growled and glared at Stan whose face drained of all emotion. "Okay." Stan said with a pale and pained look as he looked at her trying to figure out what he did wrong. Stan stood there and wondered what he did to hurt her so? He hadn't forced her into anything? Wendy was as willing last night as he was. He did his best to make sure she enjoyed everything and by the way she was acting she did. Even kissing him deeply goodnight and saying how she will miss him until tomorrow. Now he is here and she is as cold as ice to him, colder even. "I guess I'll just fix the copier and go then." Stan said with a nod and picked up his toolkit. "Yes, that would be best." Wendy said with her best attempt at a cool voice. It was the most awkward fifteen minutes of his life as Stan rushed to replace the heat roller. Luckily with his experience with the machine it took much less than it should have. Without a further word spoken by either of them Stan left a much sadder and more confused man than he was when he arrived. Wendy broke into tears and cried until she could cry no more, once again. Her usual customers tried to pry into what was bothering her but she could not bring herself to tell anyone of what was bothering her. Wendy was utterly miserable for the rest of the day and for some time to come. She called the copier company later that day and arranged to have a different technician to service her copier. Simply saying that it wasn't Stan's fault and really didn't want to say the reason. A befuddled Service Manager obliged none the less and reassigned the account anyway. Life went on for two months and Wendy was somewhat back to normal. However someone close to her had pieced together most of what happened and decided to help her out of her funk. * * * * Stan looked at the cell phone and couldn't believe the message that stared back at him. It was a service call alright, but a call to fix Wendy's copier and that was puzzling to him indeed. Stan had been informed that he was not fixing her copier anymore and wondered why he had received this call. Stan knew that it must have been a mistake, a computer glitch or something like that and decided to call in to the office to check it out. "Service, Charlie Speaking." Came the voice of Stan's boss from the other end of the phone. "Charlie this is Stan here, look I just got a page for a call at West End Copy shop, what gives?" Stan asked with a perplexed tone in his voice. "Yeah, odd that, they called up and asked for you specifically." Charlie replied with a plain yet slightly confused tone of his own. "Do you want me to give it to someone else?" He asked plainly. Stan thought it over for a moment and wondered what it all meant. It had taken him a while to put the events of that night behind him but even now, just the thought of Wendy brought it all back as if it was yesterday. He thought it over and pondered whether or not to take the call, after how she reacted the next day he was lucky to still have his job. He wondered if it was worth the risk just to satisfy his curiosity. However the thought and image of Wendy was too tempting, he knew he had to see her, even if it was just to fix the copier, as always. "No, I'll take it." Stan said nonchalantly. "Just odd, one moment they don't want me, now they want nobody but me. Just strange." Stan chuckled. "Customers, who understands them, just fix it and get out." Charlie said and that was the end of the conversation. Stan called up the copy shop but Wendy didn't answer, some stranger did and wouldn't discuss the problem, instead insisted that Stan come over right away. Stan grumbled and said that he would do the best that he could. It took a few hours before he walked through the front doors of Wendy's copy shop. Customer Service Instead of seeing Wendy like he expected he saw an older woman standing behind the counter. In truth she looked like an older version of Wendy who smiled at him with a knowing smile when he entered the shop. He could tell that she took a brief moment to glance him over and judging from the smirk on her face she liked what she saw and perhaps knew more than she should. "Hi, I'm Stan, I'm here to fix the copier." Stan said in his usually pleasant and professional manner, though his heart was beating hard in his chest. "Copier's fine." The older woman smiled in a cheeky way. "It's Wendy that needs service." She smiled at him with a lowered look and a knowing smile. "I don't have time for this." Stan scoffed as he shook his head and started to turn to leave. "Don't go." The older woman said as she rushed to his side and grabbed his arm while looking at his face with an imploring look. "Just listen to me, please." She finished with a look that Stan couldn't say no to. "Alright." Stan said as he dropped his toolkit and prepared himself to listen, at least for the moment. "I'm Beth, Wendy's mother and she doesn't know that I called you." Beth said with a whisper. "So why am I here then." Stan asked, not letting on anything more than he had to. "I know that something happened that night that the two of you worked late." Beth said and held a pressing look until Stan broke down and sheepishly nodded in agreement. "You seem like a decent man, a good man. From what she has told me about you I can see why she likes you." She paused and waited for a moment but Stan cut her off. "That's not the way she left it, she was quite cold to me the next morning. She even called and had someone else assigned to fix the copier. Sounds like a strange thing to do to someone you like." Stan said disbelievingly with a slight chuckle. "You don't understand." Beth said with a sigh as she looked down for a moment before continuing. "She's a widow who lost her husband over five years ago." Beth sighed and continued. "She never truly let go of John, even now she strives to be faithful to him even after all this time. I've tried to talk to her and get her to do something, to move on but she seems stuck in a rut that she can't get out of." Beth sighed and shook her head. "I never knew." Stan sighed wearily. "Of course you didn't but I must ask do you like her or was it just a one night thing?" Beth asked with a worried look about her. "I had wanted it to be something more." Was all that Stan could manage to reply. "Good, I thought so." Beth said with a warm smile. "Who was that?" Wendy asked as she walked out from the back room and stopped in her tracks when her eyes fell on Stan. "What is he doing here?" Wendy asked with a slight sneer as her heart skipped a beat when she saw Stan again. "I asked him to come here." Beth said as she stepped a few steps closer to Wendy. "The copier's working fine, so you can leave. Sorry for wasting your time." Wendy said in a cold snip of a voice and she turned to return to the back room from whence she came. "I know about John." Stan said as he looked over at Wendy whose eyes got wet at that moment. "You do?" Wendy replied with a soft questioning look as she looked over at her mother. "Yes dear, I told him." Beth replied with a soothing tone as she walked toward her daughter. "Why? You had no right!" Wendy snapped at her mother. "It's not your life to interfere with mother!" She growled at her mother who stopped approaching but raised her hands in an appeasing way. "I know; I know it's your life dear but I'm just trying to help." Beth said in as soothing a voice as possible. "Listen, I don't know what she told you but let me assure you that I'm not interested!" Wendy said with her best attempt at a brush off but the tear in her eye and quiver in her voice betrayed her intent. "I never meant for anything to happen that night." Stan said with a soothing tone and looked deep into Wendy's eyes. "But it did and for the pain that it caused you I am sorry." Stan said with a sigh and looked down for a moment. "You are such a great lady and I would love to take you to dinner sometime." Stan looked up at Wendy once more and saw that her eyes got wetter, the longer he spoke. "Stop!" Wendy sighed abruptly and fell silent turning away from him and letting a single sob escape her otherwise tight grip on her emotions. "Why won't you at least give him a chance dear?" Beth said as she walked up behind Wendy and hugged her daughter from behind. "He seems like a decent man to me, I think John would have liked him, I do." Beth finished and waited for some kind of response. "You know why!" Wendy snapped as she spun to face her mother and the tears were welling up in her eyes as her lip quivered as she glared at her mother. "'Till death do you part' means until one of you dies dear." Beth said in a soothing tone of voice. "I KNOW THAT!" Wendy snapped and her face was twisted with anger, sorrow and pain, lots of pain. "Then why do you torture yourself by staying true to a dead man, (God rest his soul)" Beth said as she hugged her daughter tight enough so that Wendy finally gripped her mother in a hug and sobbed openly for the first time. "I . . . I . . . I just can't . . ." Wendy said in amongst sobs as she clutched her mother and cried some more. "We all know that you loved John dearly and still do; you always will dear." Beth said as he held Wendy's head in her hands and wiped away the tears as she looked deep into her daughter's eyes. "But you shouldn't let that love torture you until the day you die. Do you think that John would have wanted you to be this miserable?" Beth asked while looking deep into Wendy's eyes. "No, of course not." Wendy said with a sigh and put her head on her mother's shoulders but this time she didn't cry. "What if you died instead of him, would you want him to be alone? Wouldn't you want to see him happy?" Beth asked as she stroked her daughters hair and back in a soothing manner. "No." Wendy reluctantly sighed. "I would want him to be happy." She finished and still said nothing. "Don't you think that he wants the same for you?" Beth asked with a loving tone of voice. "John is long since dead, you have mourned him as a good wife should." She asked before picking up Wendy's head and looking her square in the eye. "But the time has come to let him go and move on." She said and made Wendy look at Stan once more. It was a long moment as Wendy pondered everything that she had heard and what it all meant. She already knew everything that her mother told her, and in that respect it was nothing new. However she didn't know just how she felt about all of this, how she should feel about all this. Part of her wanted to let go and move on, and it all made sense to her but somehow she didn't want to betray John's memory. She sighed and tried to figure out how she felt about all of this. Could she really let go of all of this and move on? Somehow, in hearing all this from someone else it allowed her to see things anew. It was almost as if hearing it being told to her by someone else and out loud made it different somehow. Somehow in hearing her mother tell her it was alright to move on and that Stan was acceptable, made it okay. It was strange because while she liked and respected her mother, she had never been a little 'mommies girl'. "All I'm asking for is dinner, is that so bad?" Stan asked with a questioning look of his own. "No, I suppose not." Wendy sighed with a weary sigh as she looked at his face and once again remembered the kind, caring man he was. "Are you free tonight?" Stan asked with his best attempt at an assuring yet charming smile. "I might be." Wendy said while letting go of her mother and walking toward Stan. "If you were I was thinking of dinner and perhaps a bit of dancing." Stan said with a charming smile as he opened his arms the closer that Wendy got. "I'll have to check my schedule." Wendy said with a teary smile as she got right up to Stan and threw her arms around him and clutched him tight. "I've missed you." Stan said choking back the tears. "I've missed you too." Wendy said she hugged him tighter not able to let him go. "I don't know how fast I can take things." Wendy said with teary eyes as she looked in Stan's eyes with a tentative look, as her eyes met his though she felt her heart flutter. "That's okay, I'm not looking for a 'repeat performance' anytime soon." Stan said with a smile. "I think you're a great lady and I want to take the time to build something real and lasting." He finished with a warm look. Wendy examined Stan's face for some time to come weighing his intent carefully. After finally being satisfied with his sincerity Wendy smiled warmly back at him and leaned in to kiss him briefly on the lips before snuggling into his embrace to enjoy the feeling of having him near. Wendy was still nervous and while she was not entirely at ease with everything, at least she finally she knew that she could move on. Somehow she could find a way to let herself be happy once more, she loved John and always would but she could also let herself love another. For the first time in a long time her mind was at peace and her heart was happy. Stan and Wendy dated steady and it took eight months before Wendy could finally be comfortable enough to have sex with Stan again. It was another year before Stan proposed to Wendy and six months later they were married. Together they are happier than they ever known they could have been. There were some tough times but in the end they clung to each other and they got through it, together. The End Customer Service They walked into the shop that afternoon. It was a slow weekday, and there were few customers and plenty of room to sit. It was one of the old style of shoe shops, the type now dying out in the days of "pile it high, sell it cheap". The walls were lined with shoeboxes and the old timbers of the building sat well with the aroma of leather. It had been the same store, owned by the same family, for a century, and that family were obviously proud of the fact. They couldn't compete with the big chains of shops, but what they could give was customer service. They were just another couple. Nothing special. A tall, thin guy; a shorter, plumper woman. Both in black denim jeans. They'd walked in arm in arm, she'd rested herself on a cushioned bench, and they'd waited for an assistant to approach them. "How can I help you?" the assistant said. Nothing special about her, either, apart from the badge that said "Hello, my name is Therese". "Can she try the dark red pair in the window? Size 37, please." He had a Midlands accent and a smile that Therese thought was cute. She smiled back, having been glad to hear his politeness. Not everyone bothers these days. She nodded, and walked over to the other side of the shop. Her eyes scanned down a row of boxes, then found the one she was looking for. She slid it from the shelf, and brought it back to the couple. The woman had taken off her trainers, and the man was crouching beside her, next to her white-socked feet. Therese opened the box and started to remove the packing paper. "Please. May I?" The man, now standing, deftly removed the box from her hands, and resumed his crouching position. She lowered her arms and placed them behind her back, in her habitual "I'm ready to help" position. The man pulled a shoe from the box. It was a deep red, almost purple, court-shoe-pump with a kitten heel. With his other hand, he gently lifted the woman's left leg slightly off the floor, and slipped the shoe onto her foot before lowering it gently to the carpet. He did the same with her right foot. Therese was reminded of Cinderella, and the Prince Charming finding his princess by fitting the glass slipper on her foot. "Wiggle your toes", he told her. She did so, as his fingers pressed on the front of the shoes to check the tightness. "Walk.". She stood up, and gingerly took a few steps along the floor, turned and walked to sit back down, this time more confidently. "They feel okay?" "Fine, no worries", she said. She had a soft Scots lilt to her voice. "But maybe... not red?" The man looked up at Therese. She blushed slightly, but knew what she was about to be asked; "Black, white, cream, pink, dark green, navy." "We'll try the pink." He gracefully pulled the woman's feet from the shoes, and by the time Therese had found the new pair, the red shoes were back in the box and the packing neatly arranged on top. This time Therese handed the box straight over, receiving a "thank you" from the man. Again, with infinite care, he took it upon himself to fit them onto the woman. They were exactly the same, but in a soft creamy pink. Again, his fingers were dancing around the woman's feet to check the fit. Again he asked her to walk up and down the shop. And again she told him that they felt fine. "And you prefer this colour?" "Yes. Definitely." "Good." He packed away the trainers in the empty box, then handed the red pair back to Therese. "We'll take the pink". Therese turned to put the unwanted box back on the shelf, but couldn't believe what she saw when she turned back round. The man and the woman were each holding one of the pink shoes. Simultaneously, they pulled them up to their mouths, and softly placed gentle kisses around the toes. Then, crossing arms, they held them out so that they could kiss the one each other was holding. They looked deeply into each other's eyes for a few seconds, then he broke the gaze, taking the shoe from her and placing her feet in both pumps with the same gentle grace. Everyone in the shop was now looking at them. A few customers, three assistants, the old owner over by the cash register, and Therese, now totally blushing. "How romantic!", she thought, "and how... erotic!" The couple stood up and walked over to the counter with the old cash register on. Therese could see the way the shape of his jeans had altered. The owner stammered for a couple of seconds, but eventually managed to get his words out: "That'll be £39.99, please". The man handed over two twenties, and they went to walk out, only stopping so the man could pick up the box containing her trainers. They left as they came, arm-in-arm, nothing special. The door closed behind them, and there was silence in the shop for a few seconds. Therese wanted to move - she knew she'd want to take a break, go straight into the staff toilet, and think about what would happen when that couple got home. She was sure she was getting her underwear damp - but she didn't want to be the one who broke the spell. A woman, maybe in her fifties, was the one who spoke first. "Mr Gallagher," she said, in the direction of the owner. "that's what I call customer satisfaction." "Hmmm? Oh, yes, obviously a talented young man, Mrs Pearson.", he replied. "...maybe we could learn something. After all, we have always been about excellent customer service..." Customer Service There was a lingerie store in a mall on the north side of Indianapolis I used to frequent when I'd drive down from the small town where I lived in northern Indiana to shop. It was Christmas Eve, and I'd already done a bunch of shopping in that mall, making my final stop at VS. Since I had shopped in there many times for my wife, I knew the assistant manager was a drop-dead gorgeous gal who had waited on me several times before. In her mid-20s with thick "dirty blonde" hair parted in the middle and falling a few inches below her shoulders, she had a truly beautiful face, the loveliest hazel eyes, and a killer figure—the kind of girl you just don't forget. Well, she was working that evening and was the only employee left, recognizing me right away and even remembering my first name. I asked her didn't she just love the customer who comes in 10 minutes before closing looking for just the right thing for his wife. She said she did not mind staying late at all, and, as usual, was very nice and helpful, bringing out several sexy things that I narrowed down to two choices--the same garment--one pink in medium and the other white in small. I could not determine the right size, so I gave her my wife's measurements and weight. Smiling, she said those matched her own measurements—34C-24-35, 5' 6", 120 lbs.—that she, too, was often right between a small and medium, and that a person in such cases just had to try the garment on to tell which size fit best. Obviously my wife was not with me, so trying it on was not an option. Now, mind you, the garment in question was extremely skimpy and revealing, a silk camisole with spaghetti straps, a plunging v-neck line, very open lace down the front to well below the waist, and a short hemline which just barely covered the buns. The light pink and white colors rendered both semi-transparent. I would have bought them both, but they were on sale with an all-sales-final deal that prevented you from returning them for a refund. I could hardly believe my ears when she said, "I'll be glad to try them on for you. After all, I am the same size as your wife." It was closing time, so she lowered the store's chain link security door, picked up the two garments, and headed for the dressing rooms. I just stood there, dumbstruck. "Well, come on back here. I'm not going to parade around out front. The security guy will be by any minute now, and he gives me the creeps." So I followed her on back to the dressing area, a central space with big mirrors, a couple of upholstered chairs, and a couch, surrounded by individual changing rooms with drape closures. As I sat on the couch, she ducked into a changing room directly in my line of sight, not bothering to fully close the curtain. Although I undoubtedly wanted to watch her undress, I wasn't exactly comfortable staring, since she was doing me a favor, and I did not want to give her the "creeps" like the security guard. So I just kind of fidgeted, occasionally taking a quick glance as she undressed. Off over her head came the black turtleneck sweater, revealing a sexy black bra attempting to steady her jiggling C-cups. I looked away before her face emerged from the sweater. Then I heard the zzzzzip of her slacks, darted my eyes toward her to see that she had turned her back to me, and just in time to see her wiggle her fine bottom as she pulled the slacks down her thighs. Damn! No panties!!! Oh, wrong, they got stuck in the tight pants, so she bent down to her ankles to pull the matching black panties back up--but not before I caught an ever-so-brief glimpse of very pretty pussy lips--then pivoted and sat on the bench to face me and remove the slacks. I quickly looked away. She stood up and turned with her back to me again, so I locked my gaze back in place. She was unhooking her front-closure bra. Off slipped the shoulder straps to reveal her beautiful smooth back over those tight, heart-shaped buns supported by lithe, muscular legs. Down over her body fell the size small white nightie. I looked down at my watch before she turned around and emerged to model exhibit A. Wow! Under the bright lights in that barely-there camisole, it left a little to the imagination, but very little. Now this was a whole new dimension to customer service! "Just a tad tight through the breast," she declared, jutting her firm boobs out so that her prominent nipples strained against the silk. "What do you think?" I nodded approval but answered silently to myself, "I think my dick's getting hard." She turned around, looking at herself in the mirrors from all angles. "Fits good around the waist and hips, though." I noted to myself that a dirty brown burlap sack would look terrific on this girl. "Oh, silly me, these black panties look dorky under white," she confessed, peeling them off and kicking them back into the dressing room. I could now see through the thin silk that she was sporting a Brazilian pussy coif. I'm sure my woody was just as plain to her. "OK, so that's what your wife would look like in the size small," she said, turning around again. Back to the dressing room she strode, and she was pulling the nightie off over her head even before she got there, so I got the best look yet at her perfect bottom, with the added benefit of its being in motion. If her butt was a hotel, it would definitely be a five-star, and she was surely acting like it was check-in time. This time, she faced me as she slipped on the pink camisole. I got to see her full frontal nudity momentarily--tits in full view, wobbling wonderfully as she moved, and that thin vertical strip of pubic hair like a racing stripe on a Ferrari. Wow. She was definitely one of the sexiest girls I'd ever seen, so at ease with her knockout physique. Obviously, she did not mind showing off her stuff, so I quickly got over my gentlemanly inclination to look away. Walking back towards me, she said, "The medium's fuller through the top part. See how my boobs have more room to bounce around? But it's not as clingy through the waist and hips, and it's a good inch or so longer. Let's check the length when I sit down." She sat right next to me on the couch, crossing first one leg, then the other, leaning back, leaning forward, sitting Indian style, and with each move, brushing against me. In this series of motions, I didn't even have to try to see her beautiful breasts, pointy nipples, and luscious pooching pussy lips. By this point, I realized that not only did she not "mind" me looking, she was enjoying showing off. Hell, this was better than a strip joint, for sure. "You know, the small is a bit too little and the medium a bit too big, but I'd go with the medium," she suggested. "Yes," I agreed, "and my wife's favorite color is pink, so the medium it will be." I was still somewhat anxious about this whole situation, and was oddly looking forward to it about to end. After all, though watching this fabulous babe model and strip was indeed great, the nightie was an intimate gift for my wife, a fabulous babe in her own right, and, for Christ's sake, it was Christmas Eve, and I was alone with this bold woman. Then, out of the blue, she asked, "Do you like me?" positioning her sexy red lips not 6 inches from mine and sensuously tracing the long red nail of her index finger from my chin to waist, parking it about a millimeter north of my turgid cock. The scent of Chanel No 5, my wife's favorite perfume, wafted up into my nostrils. "Well, of course I like you. You are always supremely helpful, extremely pleasant, with exquisite taste, and today you have resolved the size issue and stayed late on Christmas Eve, no less," I said, attempting to dodge what I feared was her real question. "Thank you, but what I meant was do you LIKE me, you know, would you like to HAVE me?" As she said "HAVE me," she batted those big, beautiful hazel eyes and squeezed her boobs together with the insides of her upper arms to make deeper cleavage, still wearing MY WIFE'S pink camisole. "You are such a nice man, so patient, respectful, thoughtful—and extremely attractive and sexy, too. Any other man would have certainly jumped my bones by now, and had he been as sweet as you, I would surely have welcomed it. I know you are married, but wouldn't you like to stay here with me alone on this couch for a little while longer?" she implored as she took my hands into hers, placed them against her boobs, and leaned towards me with moist, open lips. OK, perfect situation--locked in complete privacy inside a lingerie store on Christmas Eve when my wife 90 miles away at home knew I'd be out late shopping--with a horny-as-the-devil to-die-for girl who did not even know my last name or had anyway to track me down. I realized that every time I'd been in there, I'd subtly flirted with her and mentally undressed her. I guess I had not been so subtle, after all, and now look at the predicament I was in. What to do? "Yes, I would, but I'm not going to because it's the wrong thing to do. You're a beautiful young woman with a terrific personality, and I do appreciate your assistance today--way beyond the call of duty--but if you'll Christmas-wrap this up in a hurry, I'll be hitting the road," I said as assertively as possible, squeezing her oh-so-fine breasts just before I let them go and backing my head away as her lips moved even closer to mine. "It seems like all the good ones are already taken, but I'd settle for just borrowing you for a little while, or, better yet, a long while. I can promise you would not be disappointed!" she said, quickly shifting to straddle my lap and pull the camisole off over her head in one deft move. OK, so now I had a completely naked 25-year-old hottie on me! "Don't you think I'm sexually desirable?" she asked, using both hands to squeeze her tits and then tweak her always-rigid nipples up to even harder points. I could momentarily not speak or get out a sound at all. Then she dragged her fingers down her taught tummy to her crotch, traced the edges of the dark brown pubic hair landing strip, and parted her puffy labia to reveal the glistening red interior of her vagina and a moist, swollen clit. "I just shaved this morning. See, so smooth and soft," she said, sliding the pad of a finger across her clit then around the perimeter of her luscious vulva, which was getting ever wetter. Plunging a finger inside, she whispered, "I've got a tight little pussy, and she's sooo lonely," using her other hand to gently scrape her long nails down my raging hard cock from head to balls through my worsted wool dress pants. Just as I was finally able to choke out, "I really gotta...," she grabbed my tie for balance and rared back to show me one of the prettiest poop holes I've ever seen. Circling the tiny pink wrinkles of skin with the pussy-juice-moistened middle finger of her other hand, she interrupted, "And if my pussy's not tight enough, you're cordially invited to give this a go. I won't just LET you do it; I'd LIKE you to." Trying to take charge of the situation before it got completely out of hand, I picked her up by her buns, stood up, turned around, and dropped her back on the couch. Kind of pouting, she again fingered her now very wet pussy, then sucked the juice off the finger, making a loud slurping noise as she slowly extracted it from her pursed lips. "Oh, and, of course, I do swallow." I have never encountered a woman so determined to have sex with me, and I was either going to be unfaithful to my wife or get out of there at once, so I bolted out of the dressing area to literally make a run for it--gift for my wife be damned--only to face the chain link security door. All the way down to the floor, it would not budge. I thought she had put it down to signal that the store was closed and to keep out the "creepy" security guard, but now it donned on me that she had intentionally trapped me to have her willful way. This chick--increasingly reminding me of Glenn Close' character in the film Fatal Attraction—was quite possibly downright dangerous. She emerged from the dressing area with the turtleneck back on but nothing else, and the pink camisole in her hand. "Hold your horses while I ring this up and gift-wrap it for you," she casually said, walking behind the counter that obscured her bare lower half so that she appeared perfectly normal. I eyed the acoustic tile overhead for a possible escape route. The nerdy security guard sauntered up, and, though he was about as intimidating as a tadpole and not as smart, I was nevertheless relieved. "Oh, hi," she smiled from behind the counter, "I'm just finishing up with this last customer, and then I'm outta here, and I DON"T need you to walk me to my car, but do hurry down to the employee exit to make sure it's still open so I can get out, OK?." She had effectively dismissed him before I could say a word, and he disappeared as instructed. My momentary relief reversed to near panic. Not wanting to give her my name by paying with a credit card, I had, including loose change, just enough cash on me to pay for the nightie. She came around from behind the counter and—still bottomless—strode towards me as I tried not to look at that stripe on her mons pointing like an arrow down at her glinting-wet pussy smacking its lips with each step. I took the box and a giant step backward away from her as she punched the code on the keypad, and the door slowly began to rise. As soon as it was up a few feet, I ducked under to make my getaway, looking back one last time at her. She pointed her ass at me, pooched it out to reveal pussy and squinch hole, and smacked a butt cheek hard with an open hand. "I like the spanky-spanky. You look like you need a good whipping, too, so you better stay and play with me. I'M A VERY GOOD BAD GIRL!" she shouted, with a crazed gleam in her eyes, laughing frighteningly similar to The Joker on the old Batman TV series I took out like Carl Lewis, but, carrying a big bag of gifts and in my dress shoes on the slick mall floor, promptly wiped out, yet I never looked back, scrambled to my feet, and got the hell out of there and back home. The next morning, my wife and I exchanged Christmas presents. After she opened the pink camisole, she slipped it on, looked fabulous in it, and we made our customary passionate love beneath the Christmas tree. She noticed some bruises on my knees from the fall, but I claimed I didn't know how they got there. Afterwards, she thanked me for "being so thoughtful and remembering every detail—scenting the camisole with Chanel No. 5." Needless to say, I didn't tell her how that aroma actually got there! I shopped at that same mall several more times but was careful to never go even near the lingerie store again. Once, I was in another part of the mall and spotted her, fortunately at a distance, walking down the other side. I quickly ducked into Banana Republic and hid behind a rack of leather jackets—getting peculiar looks from the employees--until the coast was clear. Certainly I was not the only guy she'd tried to seduce, and I often wondered how many men that "very good bad girl" had lured into her lair. At any rate, that Christmas Eve was the closest I ever came to fooling around on my now ex-wife, and surely expanded my definition of "customer service." Now that I'm divorced, I'd welcome such customer service! Customer Service I groaned as my cell phone rang. It was the phone's generic ring, which meant it wasn't anybody I know--which meant it was probably a customer with an "emergency." I work for a small video production company, and a major portion of our business these days is making DVD "slide shows" for weddings--you know, those boring collections of baby pictures of the bride and groom set to sappy music. Hey, they pay the bills. Just in the last couple months, the boss broke down and bought a video projector that we can rent to people to show the slide shows, and somehow my cell phone was always the one that got given to the customers to call when they had a problem setting the damn thing up. "This is Don," I announced as I flipped the phone open. I was mentally reviewing who had the projector this weekend. "Hi, Don, this is Alissa Wright." Wright... Now why did that sound familiar? The customer who had the projector was named Denton, but her sister had actually picked it up--what was her name again? Tracy Wright, wasn't it? The mystery caller continued, "My mom picked up that projector yesterday." Holy shit, a voice in my head screamed, the hot chick! Mrs. Wright had picked up the projector yesterday on behalf of her sister, whose daughter was the one getting married. She'd brought her kids along with her, and I'd spent most of the time trying not to stare too obviously at her daughter, who had the biggest pair of tits that I'd ever seen on a girl her age (which I was assuming was somewhere in the late teens; I was certainly hoping she was over eighteen so that I didn't have to think of myself as a pervert for checking her out). She'd been wearing a tight T-shirt that made the size of her chest completely obvious, and a short skirt that couldn't have been covering her panties by much. Assuming she wore any... Just remembering her was having the same effect as seeing her the day before had, which was to start my cock start twitching in my pants. I realized that she was waiting for me to respond. "Um, hi, Alissa. Is there a problem with the projector?" How could there be? For Christ's sakes, we bought the model that has the DVD player built in! All you do is turn it on, put the disc in, and press play! "No, I just felt the need to sneak out of the room before seeing Mom's fifteen-minute production for the tenth time." "I see," was all I could think of to say. "Look, you said you lived just a couple of minutes from the hotel if there was any trouble, right?" "Right," I replied, drawing the word out a little as I tried to figure out where this was going. "Can I come over? I gotta get out of this damn boring reception." The rational part of my brain was yelling Tell her no! while the part that only listened to my cock was calmly telling me, Remember those tits! God, I'd love to fuck those babies until I shot all over 'em. You can guess which side won. I gave her directions to my house, then cracked a beer and sat down on the front porch. I can literally see the hotel she was at from there over the trees, so it wasn't long before she came into sight, making her way down the long driveway. I'd bought the house because it was convenient to a main highway while being set well back away from it; the long walk down the driveway gave me time to notice more about her than I had the previous day. She was a good foot shorter than me, roughly 5'2", with long black hair, and while she was by no means overweight, she certainly wasn't Kate Moss thin--thank God. As she stepped up onto the porch, I was still staring. Her outfit was basically the same as yesterday, tight T-shirt and short skirt, but I could tell that today's ensemble had cost quite a bit more than the previous day's. "Can I have one of those?" she asked, pointing to my beer. "Are you old enough?" I asked. "Nope. Old enough to vote, old enough to join the Army and get shipped off to some desert, old enough to fuck--" and here she looked at me with a sly grin--"but not old enough to have a damn beer. Fortunately, most male bartenders don't card girls like me." I'll bet they don't. She leaned over, and the V-neck of her T-shirt fell away from that amazing rack. I could smell the beer on her breath as she whispered, "I managed to sneak in a couple beers while my mom wasn't looking, but I could really use another one." "They're in the fridge," I told her. I watched her ass sway beneath the skirt as she walked in, and felt compelled to follow it. She opened the refrigerator door and bent over to look for the beer, and as she did, the skirt rode up to reveal that today, at least, she wasn't wearing panties. Her pussy peeked out from between her legs, and I could tell that it was shaved and wet. I froze as she turned to look at me--busted!--but she just smiled as she stood back up, opened the beer, and proceeded to slam about half of it down. The smile was still there as she lowered the can. "Look," she said, "I don't have a lot of time here, so let me be blunt. I'm horny as hell, and since nobody at the wedding looks like a good fuck, I gave you a call. I saw you checking out my tits yesterday, and you've got that 'older-guy-who-knows-what-he's-doing' vibe that turns me on. I'm horny, and I know you just saw that I'm wet, and I'm ready to fuck." She slammed back the rest of the beer, tossed the empty can onto the counter next to some others I'd left there, and went back into the fridge for another one. This, of course, displayed her pussy again, and all I could think was Oh, what the fuck... I dropped to my knees behind her, grabbed her hips, and stuck my tongue right into her pussy. "Oh, fuck, yeah," she moaned. "Lick my sweet little pussy." I did just that, lapping up her sweet juices and reveling in her moans of pleasure. It didn't seem like very long before she gasped, "Oh, fuck, I'm so close" and bent over farther, grabbing her ankles and revealing her clit to me. I zeroed in on it, licking circles around it, then licking up and down over it until I thought she was close, which was when I started sucking on it. "Fuck!" she yelled as she came. I was still holding her hips, and I felt her legs buckling, so I guided her gently to the floor. She lay there for a few moments, then looked up at me in awe. "That was the best orgasm a guy has ever given me." "Well, you know what they say," I told her as I stood up and unzipped my pants. "One good turn deserves another?" she asked with a wicked grin. "Oh, my God!" she gasped as my pants hit the floor and I stepped out them. "A good pussy-eater with a cock like that!" She got up onto her knees and grabbed my cock with both hands, licking gently around the head before slowly sliding her lips over it. It was now my turn to moan "Oh, fuck, yeah," as she slowly sucked my cock. Alissa was easily one of the Top Three cocksuckers I'd ever known (okay, so she was only my fourth, but she was definitely better than the first), and with a little practice, I knew she could easily move up the list. She wasn't taking much practice today, though, as she quickly stood up and leaned over the counter. "I know I still owe you a blowjob," she said over her shoulder, "but I need that big cock in my tight little pussy right now." "Condom?" I asked, frantically trying to remember if I had any in the house. "Pill," she responded. I watched as she reached between her legs and spread her pussy open for me. "C'mon," she urged, "gimme that big cock. Slam it into my tight little pussy." It wasn't quite that easy, but it didn't take too much maneuvering before I started sliding into her, and she was right--she did have a tight little pussy. "Fuck," she moaned, "that feels so good. Your big cock feels so good in my little pussy." I slowly sank all the way into her, enjoying the unbelievable sensation of her tight 18-year-old cunt gripping my cock. It wasn't enough for her, though. "C'mon, fuck me. Fuck me!" I grabbed her hips again and gave her what she wanted, pulling my cock as far out as I could without actually leaving her pussy, then slamming it back in. I fucked her as hard as I'd ever fucked a woman before, and she took it all and begged for more. Maybe I should be ashamed to say that I didn't last very long, but I doubt there's a man alive who would have in this situation. Looking back later, I would regret that I didn't make her finish me off with her mouth first, but I didn't want to take the chance of not getting a shot at her pussy if she really was in such a hurry--not to mention that the orgasm I was building up to was going to be the kind that leaves you satisfied for days. I'm not sure I would have been able to get it up again. But I'm getting ahead of myself. "Fuck me," she was begging. "Fuck my tight little pussy! Fuck my brains out with your big cock!" "I'm gonna come," I gasped. "Gonna come in your tight little pussy!" "Yeah, come in me! Come in me! I wanna feel you shoot it into me. Into my tight... little... pussy!" I think she came again then. It was hard for me to tell, as I was having the best orgasm of my life. It felt like I came for minutes and pumped gallons of cum into Alissa. I staggered to a chair and collapsed into it. Alissa stood up and grabbed her purse, reaching inside it and pulling out a pair of panties. I watched as she slid them on, noticing that there was already a wet spot in the front. "Why wear those now?" I asked. "Because I want to have a little surprise for my cousin Bree," she said with a wicked grin. "She's my uncle's second wife's daughter from her first marriage, so it's not like we're really related. The day we first met, she introduced me to the idea of the buddy suck, and we've been going down on each other every chance we get ever since. She's not gonna believe this, though. Where's your bathroom?" I pointed down the hall and she disappeared in that direction, coming back a few minutes later with her hair fixed. I hadn't moved a muscle the whole time. She leaned over, giving me a good look at her tits before moving closer and kissing me. "You know," she whispered, "I'm going to be starting college here in about a month. Your cell number going to be the same?" "I'll make sure it is." "Good, cause I still owe you that blowjob, and I know you want to slide that big cock between my big tits and cum all over them." "You'd better believe it," I told her with an evil grin of my own. "I'll call you once we're settled in." She kissed me again, stood up, and headed for the door. "We?" I called after her. "Yeah--Bree's gonna be my roommate." The door slammed behind her. I wanted to go to the window and watch her ass as she walked away, but by the time I could summon the energy to move, she was already out of sight. I went to take a nap... The next Monday at work, my boss called me in after lunch. "Just got a call from one of your customers--said you took good care of her this weekend. I think her name was Alissa?" I explained that she was the niece of the client, and made up some bull about how she was the one who'd been in charge of playing the DVD. "Listen," he said, "I know I screwed you over by making you the problem guy, but you're the only guy I've got who's good with the customers. These other guys, they're great with the camera, or they're great with the editing software, but they got no people skills. You do, and that's why I started giving out your phone number. It was kind of a test, and you passed." "A test?" I asked. "What kind of test?" "The kind to see if you were ready for a promotion." I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. "Look, business is picking up, and I can't do all the customer interaction by myself. I want to make you a Project Manager, so I can turn half the customers over to you and have you deal with them from start-to-finish on their project, whatever it is. You'll still need to go on-site for some shoots, but you'll be able to spend more time here in the office, and trust me--the pay raise should make the occasional support call on the weekends a lot less of a pain in the ass." He was right about that. The last month at work has been a lot more fun, and to top it all off, when my cell rang last Saturday night, it wasn't a generic ring--it was one I'd specially programmed after waking up from that nap. "Hey, Don." The voice threw me, because it wasn't Alissa. "This is Alissa's cousin, Bree--she said she'd told you about me. She's in the shower now, and I'm just about to go and join her, but she wanted to know if we could come over afterwards." Damn, I'm glad I used that raise to buy a king-size bed... Customer Service Rep When I first met her, I was the sales manager for a Chicago based national distributor of hardware products; nuts, bolts, chains, hammers, and what-nots. My name is Dan Raymond and I worked for Accent nearly 25 years. It was my first job out of college and I started off in inventory control and worked my way up to the sales manager's position. Periodically we needed to hire additional Customer Service Reps (mostly due to expansion). The process took anywhere between six and eight weeks and 'new blood' always brought some excitement to the department. Business was good, so it was time to begin another search. Kay Wiser was selected to interview for the Customer Service Rep position based on her outstanding résumé. All of the applicants had outstanding résumés; which is amusing since most applicants single-handedly saved their company from ruin (wink). Those selected for interviews had more believable résumés, but we still needed to separate the wheat from the chaff. It took less than ten minutes to put Kay at the top of the 'bring back' list. Her presence was comfortable and self-assured. The answers she gave to our questions were logical and amusing. For example her response to "How do you handle stress?" Kay smiled and said, "Well, sometimes I drink heavily." After a few laughter filled moments, she went on, "Actually I have a couple of ways. First, I try to remember most stress is actually someone else's problem pushed upon me to solve. So, I try my best to solve it without letting it get to me. Second, I try to exercise and do things to remove myself mentally from the stress. I must admit, however, a nice glass of wine does help when the first two don't." I loved the forwardness and honesty. Kay was open and candid and I felt I could trust her. I did glance for a wedding ring and she was married; very married. The rock was huge!! Now comes the part where I tell you how hot she was, her dancer's body, her perfect breasts, the derriere for which to die, and capping it all would be her model's face. Folks, this is America; the land of overweight people! Being in her forties, the mother of two, a career woman, and a wife, Kay looked her age, but not in a bad way. Kay was good-looking and still had a decent body. She was curvy in the right spots; sporting a medium C top and hips which flared nicely from the waist. Her hair was salon coiffed and colored dirty blonde. Her nails were groomed and painted to perfection. Kay's lip coloring was a seductive pink. Her combination of attitude and attractiveness was appealing. As I aged, my tastes expanded from purely looks. She was the type of woman I was drawn too. The final interview had a traditional aspect to it. The candidate was told it would be held after hours, lasting typically between two and three hours. What we didn't tell them was the offer was presented at the beginning and when (if) accepted, they would be taken to dinner and introduced to their new co-workers. Only on rare occasions was our offer not accepted, but the co-workers still went out to dinner. After all, a party IS a party. When Kay entered my office, I could tell she was nervous. She really wanted this position and had asked for it directly during the second interview. Her thank you notes also indicated her desire to work for the company and with me. I found it interesting when she said, "I think your honesty and candidness will be a pleasant change. I get a feeling of trust and you seem to appreciate the efforts of your subordinates. This excites me about the position. I would love to work under you." My mind immediately went to work on the ways this woman could work UNDER me. But the appreciation and trust thing threw cold water on my fantasies. Plus, I was old enough to be her 'very older' brother. This highlights the one of the stories of my life; most people trust me and look to me as their confidant. Even my ex said I was the best friend she ever had as she left me for a "skirt chasing gigolo." Actually I think it was his money, lifestyle and access to the drugs she loved so much. I still listen to her sob from her mansion as she confides in me. I just don't have the heart to tell her to "Fuck Off," plus we continue to meet periodically for a bit of kink. Kink is another story of my life. Because of the honesty and trust thing, I seem to attract the 'good' women. The kind of woman desiring a house in suburbia for the two kids, dogs, cats, SUV and it needed to be close to schools and churches. Don't get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with a 'good' woman just as long as they also were game for some kinky sex. I felt like I was in a never ending search. My secretary, Allison was always asking me why I wasn't married. She'd say things like 'too kinky for white bread America' while spreading her legs to give me a bit of a show. Trust me, I would have done her in a heartbeat if she wasn't an employee. Back to the interview... Kay sat across from me at the desk. She had a pleasant and professional look about her. Her blouse was open slightly and I could see the lace outline of her bra as it cradled her breasts. Kay's hands were folded in her lap as she waited to begin. Without delay I started. "Kay, on behalf of Accent, I would like to offer you the position of Customer Service Rep. Are you interested?" Her smile lit up the room as her tension melted away. I even smiled. She was contagious. "Yes, very interested," was her reply, grinning ear to ear. "Great! Now it is simply a matter of money. Kay, I want you to be happy with your salary and as you know every position has a range." It seemed she would have worked for free at this point. I continued, "Think about a realistic amount you would like to earn, and if it is within the range of the position, I'll give it to you. Keep in mind how raises go once someone becomes an employee! I think all companies are the same in this respect." Kay studied me for a second and then took a calculator out of her purse, crunched a few numbers and gave me a figure. When I said, "You're hired!" Kay's mouth dropped and she nearly jumped out of the chair. Briefly interrupting her enthusiasm, I explained the company tradition of meeting the department over cocktails and dinner. As I drove to the restaurant we chatted like old friends. Kay told me about her kids being in college and how the money will really help; about her looking forward to a new challenge and how excited she is about the travel we discussed. When I mentioned about travel sometimes being a strain on the home front, Kay's reply took me by surprise. Her "I'm not too worried about it" had a distinct undertone of an unfulfilling relationship. Saying nothing, I was pleased. Kay and I were the last to leave the dinner party. As I drove her back to her car she was still on "cloud nine." She kept asking about people, their names, jobs, etc. When I pulled into the stall next to her car, I waited as she finished her wrap up of the evening. She started laughing when she realized she was rambling. For some reason I got out of the car, went to her side and opened the door. As she got out of the car I took one more look into her blouse. A bit of voyeurism is good for a person. Kay looked up at me and smiled affectionately. "Thank you so much for a wonderful evening. I really am looking forward to working under you." There it was again, 'working under me.' This time the booze allowed me to think of more possibilities. Kay got into her car and rolled down her window. "Look forward to seeing you on Monday," she said putting her car in reverse. "And thank you for opening my door for me. It has been a long time. Dan, you're a true gentleman." Waving good-bye, I said, "It was a good evening. See you on Monday. And a man should never forget how to treat a lady." Our eyes met for a brief lingering moment. Over the next two years my relationship with Kay grew both professionally and socially. I taught her the business along with the strategies and tactics required for success. We traveled quite a bit together and did fun things out of town: dinners, plays, golf and even sailing. When we did extended trips, I always told her to invite her husband to join us on weekends. Personally I thought the guy was a loser. Since Kay never invited him, I surmised she felt the same way. Every time I extended the offer she would simply say, "You're so sweet, but Bill is busy then" without even checking the calendar or calling him. On such a trip to Puerto Rico, it turned out to be cheaper to spend the weekend then to fly back to the US and then back to the island the next week. It was late Saturday afternoon and Kay and I were sitting on beach chairs at the water's edge, allowing the soothing warmth of the Caribbean to rush over our feet. We had just finished riding motorcycles around the island and decided to stay at a resort near Ponce on the southern part of the island. Cocktails had been served and our affection towards each other was beginning to show. Kay broke the ice. "I can't ever remember enjoying myself so much as I do with you Dan. If my husband had just the slightest bit of you in him, he'd be tolerable. And to tell you the truth, I don't feel even the least bit guilty being here without him." I took the opportunity to lay my cards on the table. I had fallen for Kay and loved her more than anyone I ever met. The timing also looked right. "Kay, I feel the same way about you." I took a deep breath and continued. "In fact, I am crazy about you. You are in my thoughts constantly and have been since the day we met. Kay, I long for you and want you with my whole heart and soul." I moved from my chair and knelt next to hers. Taking her hand in mine, I kissed it gently and said, "I love you." What happened next was unexpected. Kay yanked her hand away, jumping up in the process. She burst into tears and looking down at me said, "Dan, ours is a deep friendship. One I thought I could trust. I am married and regardless of its state, it is a union I must respect; always!" She turned and ran to the hotel. It took me awhile to pull myself together and go after her. I saw her dash into her room, but she wouldn't answer my knocks on the door. She even refused to answer her phone. All I wanted to do was apologize. Christ, was I so smitten by her, I misread every utterance for the past two years? What a jerk I was and what a huge pile of shit I just stepped into. I went to the bar and drank dinner alone. Sunday morning, slightly hung over, I again tried to contact her and again no response. Her motorcycle was still in the parking lot, so I knew she was still at the resort. I penned a sincere apology along with the message I was going back to San Juan. I told her the bill was paid through Sunday night and I would meet her for a business breakfast Monday morning at the hotel. I slipped the note and a map under her door and left. The ride back was wild. I was dejected and didn't give a shit, so I streaked through the mountains at speeds which could kill. I needed the wind to push the hangover and the thoughts of my screw-up with Kay out of my mind. The thoughts of my error resurrected coping tactics of my past. When I got back to my hotel room, I knew what I had to do. Boot up my laptop and surf the net for: "Escorts in San Juan." A half hour later I found what I was looking for; Mistress Miranda. "Have you been bad? Do you need to make amends for your actions? Are you ready to submit and pay for your deeds? Then look no further, for I am your answer. Specialties include: role play, corporal, nipple work, invasive, showers, spitting, and all forms of kink not permitted in print. 787-832-9176. Cash only." It had been a long time since I went to a Dom. But every so often when I fucked up, I went for restitution. Some how it helps me accept what I've done. I'm sure there is a name for this type of behavior, but right now I only knew what I needed. The love for kink was taught to me by my ex. When she was mad at me for some reason, she would find some stranger, fuck him, and then make me eat his cum from her cunt or ass. At first I fought it, but by the time we split it was quite a fetish for me. It was also one of the other reasons I couldn't tell her to "Fuck Off" when she called. Because after every call came a visit with a fresh load. We also did other things, but my cleaning her sent her over the edge and made me harder than steel. Our sessions lasted for hours with my submission being the focal point of her play. Mistress Miranda answered on the third ring. We spoke for nearly twenty minutes. I told her of my experience in the realm of kink and how I really wanted to role play a boss who made an unwanted pass at a subordinate and needed to pay for his transgression. We talked about limits and the tribute. $2,000 would cover things nicely for the afternoon. I was to be dressed in business attire and have food and wine brought to the room. Miranda would be at my room precisely at 2:00pm and stay until 6:00pm. This would give us plenty of time to make things right. The tribute was to be in an envelope, on the table by the door, along with proper ID. The time was now 12:30pm and I needed to shave, shower, dress and get to an ATM for cash. Luckily I had enough credit on various cards to cover the cost of the afternoon. I ordered various hors d'oeuvres and had a couple of bottles of champagne brought to the room. The strangeness of the soon to come, aroused me and sent an air of recklessness through me. I needed this restitution. My suite in San Juan over looked the Atlantic and included a salon type living room, a spa bath, and a large master bedroom with a king bed. Both the salon and bedroom had ocean views with large balconies off of them. Double French doors allowed easy passage between the main rooms. I was ready when Mistress Miranda arrived. Her knock came at 2:00pm sharp. I went to the door and immediately entered my role. "Miranda, please come in. I'm glad you could make it. We have a lot to cover." Miranda was dressed in black from head to top. She wore a business suit without a blouse. It formed to her body like a glove. The exposed cleavage would have stopped any meeting in its tracks. The jacket cinching her waist flared slightly, giving way to a tight skirt ending mid thigh. Jet black, sheer stockings ran from under the skirt, down two incredible legs, and flowed into shiny, jet black stiletto heels, stopping at the pointiest of toes. Behind her she pulled a black, wheeled carry-on and a black leather case hung from her shoulder. Her look was professionally believable, but also one which demanded a second, third and fourth glance. She was stunning. Miranda's hair was long, wavy and jet black. Her lips were ruby red to match her groomed and tapered nails. They looked like the extended talons of a cat. Her eyes were coal and outlined on both the top and bottom with black liner, which extended lustfully outward from the corners. Miranda's eye shadow started grey and ended in fuchsia tapering off at the end of her liner; her scent: intoxicating. Being void of all jewelry gave Miranda a more erotic look. I could only imagine what was in her cases and beneath her suit, but something told me I would soon find out. She entered the room and smoothly gathered the tribute and ID. Without speaking she dropped her bag and case by the salon sofa. Walking to the sliding doors, she pulled them open along with the curtains, allowing the breeze from the ocean to fill the room. Her scent permeated the room along with the sunlight. With her back to me, she quickly studied the ID. She then turned, walked to the sofa, gathered her leather bag and inserted the unopened envelope into it; dropping the bag back to the floor. Taking a seat in the middle of the sofa, she placed my ID on the coffee table in front of it. In a very seductive and un-ladylike manner, Miranda outstretched her arms across the back or the sofa and crossed her nylon clan legs in front of me. With a sultry voice, she spoke. "Mr. Raymond, or may I call you Dan?" She didn't wait for my reply. "Danny, what is so important for you call me at my home on a Sunday? You know I was in the middle of a worship session when you called." She was now slithering slightly along the sofa in a very come hither fashion. When she patted the cushion next to her, I sat. The excitement of the moment beginning to show and Miranda noticed the change immediately. "Well, form the looks of things; it appears we need to get something straight between the two of us." Her body was now next to mine with one hand very gently rubbing the back of my neck while the other came to rest on my upper thigh. I was actually speechless; for real. My cock was completely stiff and badly angled in my pants. I looked at Miranda and her tongue did a slow, purposeful swipe across her lips. Moving tighter against my body, she again asked, "Now tell me what was so important you needed to call me from home on a Sunday." Her breasts were now inches from my face and I didn't hesitate. Closing my eyes, I allowed my head to drift into her bosom. No sooner had my cheeks touched her flesh, Miranda switched modes. Jumping from the sofa she screamed, "How dare you touch me! Who the fuck do you think you are? Just because you're my boss, it doesn't give you the right to touch me." I actually stammered my reply, "I..I..You were coming on to me, so.." "Coming on to you? You egotistical pig." She stomped around the room cursing in Spanish. Miranda was good; I actually thought she was mad. She turned towards me with her hands on her hips and her legs spread in an 'I mean business manner.' "Do you know what I was doing before you called me?" This time Miranda waited for a response. "You were at church" was my timid reply. "CHURCH! What makes you think I was at Church?" Miranda still looked pissed. "Well, you said you were in the middle of a worship session." "Yeah, I was in the middle of a worship session alright. I was worshipping my husbands cock. In fact it was deep in my pussy when you called. If it weren't for the talking caller ID, I would not have answered. But nooooo, you're the boss and you need me." She just glared at me. "Here you fucking asshole, let me prove it to you." Miranda stepped onto the couch and straddled my torso; her skirt inches from my face. Lifting it she exposed her panty-less, hair-less, glistening mound. "Do you see this? Do you see my wetness? My husband's cock does this to me. When he fucks me, it makes me flood. Touch it." I looked at her and I knew she was serious. Extending my hand I went for her pussy. Miranda flew into another rage. "Not with you hands, you son of a bitch." Miranda started slapping my hands and face. I literally had to fend off her attack. She then grabbed a handfuls of hair with each hand and shoved my face into her cunt as she screamed, "Touch it with your fucking mouth." Grinding her mound into my face she pinned my head against the sofa back. The smoothness of her bald mound made me harden even more. Her scent along with the distinct aroma of semen filled my nostrils. My tongue sought out every fold of Miranda's soaked pussy. "Oh, yeah," she moaned, "so you're a little pussy eater. A real cunt hound. You like to clean fucked pussies don't you?" My answer came through the fervor with which I lapped at her hole. "Answer me, pig! You like to clean fucked pussies don't you?" I gagged out a yes as her mound began to smother me. The opening to her vagina was in my mouth and I could feel the contraction of her muscles. Globs of sperm dropped into my mouth and my throat took it all. Miranda rode my face, grinding her mound into it. She was moaning and I knew she was about to cum. Customer Service Rep Miranda screamed in ecstasy as the first wave of her orgasm over took her. Wetness covered my face making the speed and friction of her movements intensify. She bucked her way to two more orgasm before she left go of my head and collapsed onto the sofa next to me. My neck hurt, my face was raw and soaked. My cock was oozing pre-cum and spotting my slacks. I was lost in the moment; laying my head back and closing my eyes. She composed herself quickly; much faster than two lovers would. Miranda was one intense lady. The next sound was a champagne cork popping. Looking up I saw Miranda pouring a single glass of the bubbly. "You did a good job, Danny-Boy. But I'm not done with you yet. There are still so many ways you must be punished for what you have done." Miranda crossed the room and stood next to the sofa with the flute in her hand. "Care for a sip?" "I'd love a sip," and I reached for the glass. Moving the glass out of my reach, Miranda corrected me, "No, no, no, Danny. Everything you drink tonight must come from me. And I mean everything. Now lean your head back and open your mouth." Doing as instructed, Miranda took a long sip from the glass. Puckering her lips, she positioned her mouth near mine and allowed a stream of the wine to flow from hers into mine. I savored every drop for a number of reasons; the first being thirst and the second was in the meaning of 'everything of I drink tonight must come from her.' I was very, very aroused. Miranda returned to the champagne bucket and refilled her flute. She downed a glass in a few gulps and poured another. As she did, I was ordered to strip and assume a prone position on my back in front of the sofa. I was also instructed not to look at her while I prepared. Peripheral vision can come in handy. Miranda pulled a chair next to the table with the food and drink. She sat in it lewdly with her legs spread and propped on the table's edge. She was fingering herself as she watched me undress. I also knew her consumption of champagne would soon bring a need for relief. Once I was in position, Miranda started moving around the room. She took her overnight bag and placed it on the coffee table. Unzipping it, she started to remove various items. One item she placed directly upon my chest was a rubber flogger with twelve inch straps. Miranda began to remove her clothing; directly over me. Each piece found its way over my face, torso and erect cock. Removing her bra, she knelt down next to me and laid it over my chest, pushing the flogger aside. She positioned the cups so they covered my breast area. Whispering into my ear, she told me how her breasts, moments before cradled in this very bra, were a major source of my indiscretion. I must learn to control myself and never touch without permission. Miranda's hands were moving across my chest and beneath the cups or the bra. The sharp edges of her nails played with my nipples sending waves of lust and desire throughout my body. As she moved her hands around me, Miranda allowed her breasts to graze my lips. I knew better than to do anything without her permission. Miranda teased me with her nipples, moving them across my lips in the same rhythm as her nails across my nipples. "Very good, Danny," she whispered softly, "you are starting to learn some self control." As the words left her mouth her nails dug so deeply into my nipples I let out a yelp. She backed off quickly. She played like this for quite awhile, back and forth—pain and pleasure. Miranda finally ending things by each of my nipples into her mouth, one by one, sucking and biting; leaving bright lip prints and teeth marks around them when she released. It hurt so good. Standing, Miranda placed her stocking clad legs on each side of head and slowly rolled each one down; providing me with an unobstructed view of everything she had to offer. Looking at her moist sex and firm tits keep me intoxicated with lust. Whit her stockings removed, Miranda proceeded to use them as binding cords for cock. Straddling my chest, I felt her working the silky bindings around my balls; lifting them, pulling them, and tightening her hose around the base of my cock. While she worked, I fantasized about the luscious cunt dancing in front of me along with her slightly puckered nether hole. I wanted to explore both of them. Bringing me back to reality were the firm tugs securing my balls into place. Once finished, Miranda opened the second bottle of champagne and brought it, along with a chair, back to where I was lying. She straddled the chair over my waist so I looked directly at her as she sat. Shamelessly she opened her legs as she lifted the bottle to her mouth. She started sucking on the neck and head of the bottle, her eyes locked unto mine with a 'don't you wish' look. Lifting the bottle upwards, Miranda took a long pull from it, allowing the wine to flow out of the corners of her mouth like cum. After a few gulps, she commanded in a husky voice, "Open up I've got something for you." Miranda took another pull from the bottle as she stood. Tilting her head over mine, she guided the stream of wine towards my mouth; splashing my chin before getting the fluid to its mark. I drank it all as fast as I could. Before I could finish swallowing, Miranda's foot was on my mouth; her toes covering my lips. "Clean my toes. Lick them clean." She commanded as my tongue snaked between them. Bathing her toes, more fluid poured into my mouth. However the taste was not champagne. Miranda was pissing into her hand and directing the flow onto her leg. Her leg was a funnel delivering her nectar. With a sadistic bit of a laugh, she taunted me saying, "Yes, clean my toes. Lick my piss from them. Lap it up. Don't let any get away." This was impossible as her golden juice was pouring everywhere. It drenched my face, hair, neck, and chest, and was soaking into the carpet around me. Still, I tried. I wanted every drop of this woman's piss. Empty, Miranda squatted on my face and told me to clean the piss from her lips. She was soaked and I couldn't tell if it was her juice or her piss I was sucking in. Whatever it was, I was savoring every drop. It wasn't long before another orgasm overtook her. Screaming she released another flow of nectars. I lapped as much as I could. This time she needed a break. Leaning onto her arms, Miranda kept her cunt on my mouth and slowly moved it around as she gained her composure. When she was back to normal, she stood, telling me I needed to be beaten. For the next few hours, Miranda used me as she desired. I was flogged, fucked in the ass, had clamps on my nipples, pissed on in a variety of ways. The kinkiest thing she did was to take me onto the balcony and jerk me off through the railing while using her strap-on in my ass. At first I freaked out because Kay's room was right next to mine. Once I saw there were no lights on, I felt better, but at the same time a bit bad. I knew why there were no lights on. The thoughts of my screw up justified the ass fucking and public humiliation. Miranda's last task was an over the knee spanking. Cleaned up and dressed she brought me to the sofa to administer her final act. She left without speaking a word. I cleaned up and went to bed; a bit sore but somehow at peace. Monday morning I went to the hotel dining room for breakfast. Kay was not yet there. I took the morning paper and glanced at the headlines as I savored my morning coffee. Kay arrived and stood by the door. She wasn't looking around for me. I waved a few times but she did not respond. I got up from the table and walked to the dining room entrance. Greeting her, I was met with the coolness of an iceberg. I asked her if she wanted to eat and she declined, saying she had eaten something in her room. Taking her lead, I paid my bill and we left. As we drove to our first account, neither of us said a word. However, in front of the customer, Kay was great; being herself and working out details to secure the business. On our way to the next account, Kay was once again silent. The day proceeded in this manner. At lunch when I asked where she wanted to eat, she said it was my choice. Once in the restaurant, she excused herself and didn't come back. I couldn't eat, so I just paid and went to car. She was in the car waiting. At the end of the day, it was obvious Kay wanted nothing to do with me. On the drive back to the hotel, I tried to talk about what happened. Kay cut me off mid-sentence. "We're here on business so why don't we just concentrate on business." It wasn't a question as much as it was a statement. Driving in silence for a few minutes I finally said, "Okay. We're supposed to be here all week again. Based on the way things are going, it may be best if we split up the accounts. The cost of ticket changes at this point will prohibit us from leaving early, so I will develop a list of clients to fill in the remainder of the week." This time I was cold. "There will be a rental car waiting for you in the morning. I will meet you at the rental desk with your schedule for the week. As our flight is leaving early Friday morning; we will need to drive one car to the airport. I'll meet you in the lobby at 6:30am tomorrow with your assignments for the week." I got out of the car and went into the hotel. I knew I was the one who screwed up, but somehow I was getting pissed at Kay for being such a jerk. If it was business she wanted, then so be it. The next morning, I met Kay at the rental counter in golf clothes. I handed her the list of customers she was to visit along with the orders she was expected to land for the week. She glanced at the list and I saw a look of surprise on her face. Kay looked at me and asked, "What clients are you going to see?" I took the opportunity to be the boss and told her I would be entertaining key clients. I could tell she was feeling a bit guilty for treating me poorly, but she wasn't about to open back up to me. The week was horrible as we didn't cross paths except for one instance. I was coming out of the bar, slightly inebriated, and Kay was just returning from her calls for the day. As we rode the elevator up to our floor, I placed a fake call on my cell. Using Miranda's name, I make "arrangements" for the evening. Watching Kay from the corner of my eye, I knew by her body language she was bothered by my call. Friday we meet in the lobby and I loaded my stuff into the rent-a-car. I usually loaded Kay's too, but not today. Kay's hesitation as I got into the car struck a cord. She loaded her stuff and got in. The whole way to the airport, she was staring at me. She would have to make the first move. At check-in I let Kay go first. She took her usual window seat near the bulkhead in coach. She did wait for me as I checked in. Her chin dropped when I upgraded myself to first class. As we walked towards the concourse, I told her I'd see her back in the office on Monday and I will need her to have the customer follow up reports on my desk by 8:00am. I walked into the first class lounge, leaving her standing there. *************** Meanwhile, Accent's upper management was busy selling the company. Lucky for me, I was given some inside information as to the deal along with the heads up my position was to be eliminated. Over the years, I was recruited by other companies, so I merely needed to place a couple calls to start the job hunt. It didn't take long to line up interviews. With my experience, I landed a general managers job with a firm in Cleveland. I would start two weeks after Accent's national sales meeting. I knew they were planning to announce the merger at the meeting, so I thought it would be a good time to announce my move also. In the two months after Puerto Rico, Kay never softened. I was hurt, so I went out of my way to show her I didn't care. Knowing I was on my way out, I finally started fucking our secretary Allison. Allison was good looking but sleazy. At 5 feet 10 inches, Allison was tall. She was thin with small tits. However she displayed them as if they were bigger; wearing push up bras and tight blouses. You always knew what Allison was wearing underneath, as her pants were so tight and thin you clearly see her thong, its color along with a very inviting camel toe. Kay hated her because she was such a blatant pig. Allison was the kiss and tell type, so I knew the word would spread. Kay had to know. The sales meeting was a blow-out. Clearing things with my boss (my inside info guy who knew I was leaving) I scheduled it for Hilton Head and sparred no expense. Allison took care of the details. For the first time, Kay actually invited her husband, Bill. In reality, she should have done this all along and perhaps I wouldn't have misconstrued her actions. I tried to get over the guilt, but it was no use as I still loved her. Kay and I didn't talk the entire meeting. At the social functions, Kay and Bill sat at their table like wall flowers. Meanwhile, Allison was getting drunk, grabbing my cock under the table, and making suggestive comments. I could see Kay watching. The last night of the meeting, the bombs were dropped on the crew. The President of Accent stood up and said he had two important announcements. Clearing his throat at the podium he proceeded. "After twenty-five years with Accent, Dan Raymond has decided to move on. Dan has accepted an offer with Counter King as their general manager. Dan will be relocating to Cleveland and these will be his final two weeks with us. Ladies and gentlemen, let's give Dan a hearty round of applause for a job well done. We'll miss him." The crowd looked at me in silence. It took a few claps by the President to get things rolling and then came a warm response. People were slapping me on the back, shaking my hand and wishing me well. I caught a glimpse of Kay and I thought I saw tears welling in her eyes. After a few minutes, round two was dropped. "Also, if I may have your attention please..." he waited. "Accent has also signed an agreement to become part of Lockstone Corporation. This is a positive move and we will officially become one company next Friday." The place was silent. The president went on. "In honor of the merger, I've extended the open bar to whenever the last person has left. The drinks are on the house!" Now the place erupted in cheers as everyone ran for drinks; especially since no one had to drive. Feeling a hand grab my arm, I turned to see who it was. Kay stood there with tears in her eyes. "You lousy bastard," she cried as her hand slapped my face. She turned and left the room with Bill in pursuit. Stunned, I glanced around the room to see if anyone caught what just happened. The only person really watching was Allison as everyone else had assaulted the bar. She motioned for me to come over to her table. "Dan, please sit down. We need to talk." I took a chair beside her. Allison looked at me and began. "Everything makes sense to me now. I couldn't figure out why, after all these years of you ignoring my come-ons, you finally started to pay attention to me. I was just a quick piece of ass for you; wasn't I?" Speechless, I tried to speak but Allison went on. "Look, I'm not pissed. I love sex and a lot of people think I'm some sort of pig. Maybe I am, but I love sex. Now, since I know you're leaving, I'm really going to have some fun with you." Allison's hand snaked under the table and grabbed my cock. It inflated instantly like an air bag during a collision. She gave me a wickedly seductive look and went on. "I want you to go to your flat and wait for me. I've got a surprise for you. I'll be there in thirty minutes. Grab a couple bottles of wine too. We're partying tonight Danny Boy!" She squeezed my cock and balls one more time and headed to the bar. It took a moment to collect myself. Kay's slap seemed like a year ago. Allison was wild and I was going to find out just how wild she could be. My cock was still thick but not erect as I collected a few bottles of vino and headed back to my flat. Ironically, my flat, Kay's flat, and Allison's flat were all connected in the back with a common deck and hot tub area. Each flat has a private entrance, but they were arranged to join in the back. It makes for a great party environment and when Allison made the arrangements, she assumed the three of us would be in the same group as in years past. Back in the flat, I did the quick a clean up; shutting the curtains, making the bed, cleaning the sink, etc. When finished, I kicked off my shoes, poured myself a glass of wine and waited for Allison; wondering what she had in mind. I turned on the TV/DVD and starting watching the rest of the porno flick Allison brought with her. We started it last night but got 'involved' and turned it off when the woman starting to rim her partners asshole. Allison couldn't stand it any more and needed to devour my asshole. What's a guy to do? Expecting a knock at the front door, I was startled at the pounding on my patio door. I went over to the door and peeked through the curtains. Hole Lee Sheeet! Allison was naked and so was Lynne (a junior customer service rep). I opened the curtain and the door and in they poured. "Its party time Danny," Allison grunted. Lynne was young and cherub-like. Her skin was milk white contrasting nicely with her red hair. Her tits were solid B's with very puffy nipples. She looked like jail-bait. Thank god I knew she was in her early twenties. She was a nice addition to Allison's forty-ish body. Allison attacked me, nearly tearing off my clothes. While she worked on me, Lynne was working Allison by pressing herself into her back and sliding herself up and down. Lynne's hands were working Allison's tits and pussy; pulling her nipples and sliding her fingers over her gash. Lynne was staring at me the whole time. When she took her finger wet with Allison's juice, and sucked on it like a cock; I nearly dropped my load on the spot. Once naked, they pulled me out on the patio and into the hot tub. Glancing at Kay's flat, I noticed their curtains were open but no lights were on. I figured they were either asleep or elsewhere. So into the tub we went and into a torrid three-way we sank. It started with Allison giving Lynne an open mouth tongue kiss. They ate each other's mouth as their hands snaked over asses, tits, backs, and necks. I joined them by rubbing their backs and urging them closer. Allison broke the kiss and pushed Lynne's head to mine. I wasted no time in replacing Allison's tongue with mine. Lynne sucked my tongue so hard I thought she was going to tear it out. Allison's mouth joined us and the three of us locked into one of the hottest kisses I ever experienced; tongues, hands, nipples, pussies, and my rock hard cock. We were losing our balance so we moved to the seats at the edge. Lynne jumped up to the rim of the tub and I fell in between her legs, continuing our kiss. Allison went for my dick and started to stroke it back and forth as she sucked on Lynne's nipples. I joined Allison on Lynne's other nipple. We pushed her tits together and began working both nipples at the same time. Our tongues swirled into each others mouth, collecting spit and then smearing it over Lynne's areolas. Lynne moaned loudly as she arched her chest into our mouths. Her puffy nipples hardened to the size of gum drops. Not being able to control my urge for pussy much longer, I sank to my knees and buried my face into her box. The scent was intoxicating. I wasted no time driving my tongue as deep as it could go into her hole. "Chrrriissstt Yesssss!" Lynne cried as her juice started flowing freely. "Suck me! Tongue Fuck My Pussy! Work my Clit!" Lynne was becoming wild with want. My mouth went to her clit and sucking it in causing it to grow with each pull. Her hands went to the back of my head and she guided my face around her crotch like a vibrator. Customer Service Rep Not to be left out of the picture, Allison slid down next to me and went to work on my cock. It didn't matter it was under water; she went down like a pearl diver and shoved it into her mouth. After a few dives, she diverted her attention to my asshole. Kneeling beside me, she started gliding one finger up and down the crack of my ass. She began a narrative of instructions as she worked. "Suck the bitch's cunt. Lick her cunt hole. Make the little whore cum." By now one finger was in my ass and searching for my spot. Allison's other hand was milking my dick. Another finger entered my hole and she started moving them in and out in a fucking motion. Her filth talk continued. "If I had a cock it would be so far up your ass right now. I'd shoot my cum straight into you and then make Lynne suck it out. She likes licking assholes. Don't you, Cunt?" Lynne was spasmming. Her hands were using my head like a floor buffer. I thought she was going to break my nose and I really didn't care. Between the pussy I was eating, my cock being milked and my ass being pounded, I would have licked my own asshole if Allison had shot a load into it. I was on the verge of explosion. Lynne screamed, "OH MY FUCKING GOD..... I'M CUMMMMMINNG." Pussy juice exploded from her box. She was a squirtter and it sent me over the edge. Lifting my head form her box I let out a deep moan as jets of cum poured from my cock and onto Allison's hand. Pulling her fingers from my ass, Allison began squeezing my balls; urging more cum from them. When I was empty, I collapsed unto Lynne's thighs to rest but there was no rest for the wicked. She grabbed my head and shoved it back into her twat moaning as if she were in a trance. "Again," streamed from her throat. "Eat me again. I need more. Give me his cum, I need his cum." Allison lifted her hand to her own mouth allowing my cum to slide into it. She wasn't swallowing, but rather getting ready to snowball her friend. Allison's mouth engulfed Lynne's. I saw their tongues dancing back and forth passing my load between them. It was so primal, my erection never faded. I stood and gently pushed Lynne on her back to the decking keeping her legs spread. Allison's mouth followed and never broke from their lust. Moving forward, I shoved my cock into her soaked cunt. Lynne gasped and started fucking like a wild woman. If I hadn't just cum, I would have shot instantly. Instead, I had a renewed staying power and fucked back with power; each thrust slamming and grinding into her swollen clit. Lynne reached up and grabbed and pulled me onto her, devouring my mouth. Allison made way for just an instant and then joined back in. The three of us swapped spit and cum like sluts. There wasn't enough to satisfy us. Allison threw herself onto her back and growled for me to fuck her too. I took my cock out Lynne and went directly into Allison's pussy. She was so hot she exploded when I slammed into her mound. Her legs locked behind my back and she ground her buttocks into my loins. I could actually feel her asshole on my balls. She dug her nails into my back as she arched her back. Her cunt and ass were moving so fast, she was breaking into a sweat. As her orgasm overtook took her, she thrashed about screaming senseless obscenities. She collapsed in a heap, but I was still hard. Looking over at Lynne, she was more than a spectator. One hand was busy working her pussy while the other was attempting to completely enter her asshole. Her eyes were glazed as she starred at my cock. "Shove it in my ass. I need your cock up my shit hole." Positioning my dick, still wet from Allison, at the rim of her anus, I gently pushed and it entered with its full length being taken. I had the feeling this wasn't Lynne's first time. The warmth of her chute was overpowering. The smoothness of it against my cock was stirring up another load in my balls as I fucked her ass deeply, Lynne sensed I was close and demanded to suck me to completion. I pulled out and she rolled me onto my back. Positioning herself between my legs, she started sucking and pumping me for all it was worth. She never broke eye contact. When I came she drank it down without removing my cock from her mouth. She kept sucking long after I came. I finally had too much and needed her to stop. We all laid there for a few minutes and collected ourselves. I was the first to move and sat on the edge of the hot tub grabbing a bottle of wine. Allison and Lynne joined me, and not bothering with a glass, we drank right from the bottle. There was still some electricity in the air as we replayed what just happened. Our talk centered on sex as we finished off the wine. Lynne started describing how good it feels to have her ass stuffed and how she is working her way up to fisting. Allison jumped in and told her it was incredible and how she likes to be fucked at the same time. The conversation was pretty hot and we agreed to get together back home the following week. After awhile we were all feeling spent and a bit drunk; so we decided to call it an evening. The girls went back to Allison's flat and I suspected they weren't done with each other yet. On the other hand, I was shot and felt the need to crash. Collecting the empty bottles and turning off the jets and lights to the hot tub, I shut the patio down for the night. Glancing over at Kay's flat, I noticed the curtains were drawn shut. Still pissed off from her slap of a few hours ago, I smirked as I entered my flat. I wondered how much of our show she caught. Lying in bed, my mind drifted to what would have happened if Kay welcomed my advance in Puerto Rico? After all I was Mr. Nice Guy on the outside, but Mr. Kink on the inside. Eventually my desires would have surfaced. How would she handle eating cum or using toys in various holes? It probably would have ended in ruin. Waking up to screams of passion, I glanced at the clock. It was 2:30am and the sounds were coming from the patio. Stumbling to the open doors, I expected to see Allison and Lynne back in action. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, but when they did, I saw the unexpected. Kay was in the hot tub kneeling at seat level facing my flat. Her hands were pulling on her nipples as if she was trying to tear them off. Bill was behind her, doggie style, slamming into her for all he was worth. Each thrust seemed to be punishing Kay. The filth coming from her mouth was startling. "Fuck me you miserable shit! Make me your whore. Give me the fucking I need. I want to feel you deep up my ass. Deeper...fuck me...fuck me..." My cock started to harden and my hand instinctively found it. Not knowing if Kay could see me, I stood in the doorway stroking myself. Although her comments seemed directed at Bill, she never took her eyes off my patio door. My stroking seemed to intensify her words. "Yesssss, do it. Stroke it harder. Shoot your cum! I want to see you cum! I want to eat your cum! Shove your cock in my mouth." Bill pulled out of her ass and moved to her side putting his cock directly into her mouth. Kay never looked at him. Her eyes were still glued to my door. Taking hold of his dick, she shoved it into her mouth. Her stroking and sucking brought Bill to his climax quickly and Kay seemed to take it all. When Bill finished he slumped into the hot tub and threw his head back in exhaustion. Kay didn't bother to sit next to him. Instead she climbed out of the tub and took a few steps towards my door. I could see her clearly, but with my room being dark I wasn't sure what she saw. Still stroking my shaft, I nearly exploded at her next move. Cum oozed from Kay's mouth and her hands moved up to collect it on her fingers. She began to rub it onto her tits and over her body. Both hands worked their way to her pussy. Spreading her legs slightly, she started rubbing her pussy. One hand and then the other; each coming back from her face and body with more of Bill's cum. I kept stroking my cock, never taking my eyes off Kay. She had to know I was standing there, but she was still far enough away for reasonable doubt. Regardless, her masturbation show in front of my door had to be for me or was I misconstruing these actions too? My balls exploded with my third load of the night. This one was as intense as the other two. The woman I loved was standing naked before me acting like the slut I never dreamed she could be. I kept all moans and grunts inside and just let my legs go rubbery. I had no idea where the cum landed nor did I really give a shit. Taking a step back away from the door, I collected myself. Kay's rubbing of her clit turned into the spanking her clit. She was moaning and started shaking. One hand held her mound tight as the other quickly spanked her lips and clit. A loud moan rolled from her throat as her climax overtook her. Holding her mound with both hands, Kay hunched over as if in pain. She stood there sobbing. I wasn't sure if she was reeling from her orgasm or if she was crying for another reason. After a few minutes, Kay moved from her spot. She didn't go back to the hot tub, but rather, she entered her flat. Bill sat alone in hot tub. The next two weeks were a blur with my leaving and the new company coming in. Allison and Lynne kept my cock so busy my balls were starting to hurt. Yes, I did fuck Lynne while Allison fisted her. It truly was wild. Allison nearly got her hand up my ass at the same time. Our sessions were intense. Kay managed to be out of town most of the time. My last day arrived and I was packed. The guys from shipping had collected my stuff and sent to my new company. Being a Friday, everyone would be at the 'going away party.' In fact our place was empty except for me. I was taking one last look around my office when Kay knocked on my door. Looking at her, I sadly smiled. Kay spoke. "Dan, I just wanted to say good-bye. I really learned a lot from you these past years and ...." Her voice cracked and her eyes started to swell with tears. She hesitated and then started again. "...I've been such a fool. I don't know what to say. It was my fault in Puerto Rico." By this time she was crying. "What I said I meant. Bill is a jerk and I'm working on correcting the situation. I just couldn't accept your love." I started to speak, but Kay shook off my attempt and continued. "This is hard for me, so let me finish. I will never forget you." Kay was in tears. I wanted to hug her, but something told me no. "I don't know what the future holds for you or for me. But I really do hope we get to meet again under the proper circumstances." Sobbing she handed me an unwrapped box. "I can't make it tonight for various reasons, so I wanted to give you this. Please don't open it now. Wait until I leave. I hope you understand. Dan, I truly wish you the all the best." Crying, she turned and left. I waited a minute and then opened the box. It contained a framed picture of Kay and I standing in front of the resort in Puerto Rico next to our motor cycles. We looked like lovers. It was one of our last happy moments together. We had the valet take our picture. ******* My new job with Counter King was going well. It was hard to believe three years had passed. I continued my tradition of no relationship in the work place. I learned a few lessons from Kay, Allison and Lynne. Allison and Kay did visit twice and the sex was great. As it turned out, they became lovers and moved in together. I have a standing invite to join them whenever I visit Chicago. Business was booming and we needed to expand our Sales and Marketing Department. As the GM, I was the sole decision maker for the hiring of sales and marketing personnel. Ads were placed on Monster and in all the major newspapers. The largest ad was in the Sunday edition of the Chicago Tribune. Although it had been three years, I still wondered if it would catch Kay's attention. Was Kay still with Accent/Lockstone? Thursday of the following week, there was an FEDEX overnight letter on my desk. Examining it I noticed the return address was from a Chicago suburb, but the last name was O'Connell. No first name was listed. When someone is aggressive enough to research a company and find the decision maker, it always makes a positive impression on me. Sitting down with my morning cup of coffee, I unzipped the package only to find a handwritten letter. It started: "Dear Dan" I went to the bottom of the page to look for the signature. "Kay" My heart-rate quickened as I went back to the beginning to read it through. "Dear Dan, I sincerely hope this letter finds you well. It is hard to believe it has been three years. Much has occurred here and I must say I have thought of you fondly and often. When I saw your ad in the Tribune, I knew it was time to contact you. First and foremost I am no longer married to Bill. I filed for divorce the evening of your going away party. He was his typical self and it was a costly and bitter battle. It took over a year and numerous court appearances, but I made it through. If you hadn't noticed, I went back to my maiden name. It simply fits me better. The only positive from our battles was the kids rallied and helped pull me through. Both are on their own and doing well, so I no longer have ties or restrictions. This brings me to this letter. I am VERY interested in the Sales Manager's position. I haven't enclosed a résumé. I figured you know the type of person I am and how I work. What I don't know is if you would even consider me for the position with the way I treated you the last couple of months at Accent? A lengthy, one on one conversation is probably in order. We need to clear the air about the situation and set some ground rules if I were to come to Cleveland and work for you. There is much about me you do not know. I am not the same person I once was. (My work is the same, but my persona has changed.) Also, I never gave you a chance to speak I'm going to keep this short as I could go on at length. If I hear from you, I welcome the opportunity to speak with you. If not, I understand. My contact info is on the Fed Ex receipt. With sincere fondness, Kay" Taking her phone number from the receipt, I scribbled it along with her name on a sheet of paper and took it to my secretary, Mrs. Nelson. I asked Mrs. Nelson to contact this candidate and arrange a meeting as soon as possible, but at the candidate's convenience. Within the hour, Mrs. Nelson told me Ms. O'Connell could be here tomorrow morning if required. My heart was racing as I told Mrs. Nelson to schedule it, and book her flight for this evening, returning Friday evening, and to reserve a room for the evening. I would pick Ms. O'Connell up at the airport. Twenty minutes later Ms. Nelson gave me her itinerary. Kay was due to arrive at Cleveland's Hopkins Airport at 8:30pm. A room was reserved at the Crown Plaza Airport and the return flight was scheduled to depart at 6:00pm Friday evening. The rest of the day was a blur. I honestly couldn't remember much about the other candidates I interviewed. Well, there was the one lady with long legs, a great ass and nicely formed breasts. She DID catch my attention. But the truth being told, Kay had the job if our chemistry was back. I rehearsed hundreds of opening lines; from the stupid to the stupid. Nothing was working. I didn't know where to start. Finally it hit me. What is it I want from this? The answer was simple: Kay. She knew how I felt. Her letter opened the door again. Kay was right. If she was going to work for me, we needed to talk and set some ground rules. This time she indeed was going to work under me! We would have to be lovers. There was no other choice. I made plans accordingly. The first step was to cancel her room reservation. If needed I would rebook it, but I knew in my heart she was sleeping with me tonight. Step two was to get to my place cleaned up. A quick call to my cleaning lady and luck had it she was available. At 5:00pm I left the office and drove to my place. On the way from work, I stopped by a florist and bought a bouquet of fresh flowers. I placed them on the kitchen table and put two bottles of nice wine in the fridge. I called my favorite restaurant, Il Primeo, an upscale Italian place with great veal. They gave me a quiet table, so lady luck was on my side again. I shaved, showered and got dressed. I selected my best black suit; tailored to fit. A starched white shirt with a silk red-striped tie matched it perfectly. It was time to go. The airport was a thirty minute drive and I wanted a good parking spot. Inside the terminal, I looked at a monitor for her flight info and it stated it landed. Christ it was early. As I searched for the terminal, gate and baggage claim area, I heard a familiar voice. "Hey stranger!" I could feel Kay's smile. Turning to her my heart skipped a beat. She looked great. Her smile was ear to ear and so was mine. I only hesitated for a second before taking her in my arms and kissing her with my entire soul. She melted right into me. I was lost in her aura. When we broke the kiss, Kay looked dazed. Laughing she said, "Well, there's one of the answers I was looking for." It was my turn to speak. "I'm not losing you this time, Kay. I know we have much to discuss, but I'm telling you right now, I still love you. This has got to be our starting point or it's no use going forward." Kay was staring into my eyes and her tears were building. Tears started to fall. Her voice was breaking with pleasure. "Love has to be our first rule! Now, I do hope you have a great restaurant picked out?" Kay knew the answer. "You bet I do. Let's get your luggage and go" I replied taking her hand and heading toward baggage claim. Kay yanked back on my arm and pulled me into her. She gave me a quick kiss ending with a slight bite of my lower lip. Looking at me with those eyes, she whispered, "I don't have any." My cock stirred. Arm in arm we walked to my car, stopping every fifty feet to hug and kiss. Neither of us could finish a sentence let alone a topic. On the way to the restaurant, Kay told me if the magic wasn't there, she was just going to take the next flight back to Chicago. When I asked her what if the magic was there, what was she going to do about clothes, her reply was piercing. She leaned over to me and brought her lips to my ear. In a soft and seductive voice she replied, "I won't be needing them." She bit my lobe and let her hand stroke my thigh; ever so close to my awakening manhood. I grinned. Dinner was great and we talked about everything; Accent, her divorce, my company, her kids, new hobbies, etc. We avoided what happened in Puerto Rico and my last couple of months at Accent. The evening was going so well, why spoil it with a downer conversation. However, somewhere in the back of our minds we knew we would have to discuss it. Kay sort of touched on the subject, but with a bit of a twist. "Dan, I saw you that Sunday evening in San Juan. I was standing in my room by the balcony door, starring out into the ocean wondering what I was going to do about us. All of a sudden you were naked on your balcony and then this gorgeous woman with a strap on appeared. I was aroused instantly. When she started fucking you, a passion inside me exploded. I couldn't control myself. I started to rub myself all over and tore my clothes off. I actually ripped my blouse. Watching her jerk you off while her cock was riding in and out of your ass was too much. I masturbated over and over. I was filled with lust. A lust I couldn't fulfill. I wanted to be her." Thank god we were at a private table. My cock was as hard as it had ever been. Kay hadn't lost her straightforward approach, but I didn't expect such a direct approach to her sexuality. She continued. Customer Service Rep "I thought about calling you and screwing your brains out all night, but I was married. I was pissed, confused and horny. I stalked the halls waiting for you to come out, but you never did; just the dark haired beauty. I needed to talk to her. I'll never forget the look on her face when I approached her; turns out she thought I was a cop. When I explained to her how I saw everything on the balcony and you were my boss, she lightened up a bit. I invited her back into my room and she followed. She told me about your session and how you felt you needed to be punished. It made me so wet, I'm wet now thinking about it." Kay's hand slipped under the table and she moved ever so slightly as if readjusting her seat. Her hand came back up to the table and two fingers were glistening. Without the slightest sign of embarrassment, she took one of the fingers and sucked it into her mouth saying, "One for me." She licked it clean. She then reached across the table and placed the other finger to my lips. Looking me in the eyes she said, "And one for you." There was an evil look on her face as I sucked her finger gently, deeply, and with a sense of passion. Kay removed the finger and continued her story. "Miranda told me about your interests, especially your love of cum." Christ almighty, where was she going with this. I was so hot, I was ready to push the table aside and do Kay right here. On the other hand, this was a side of Kay I never saw. She was in control and I knew better than to make a move. "I felt so filthy knowing so much about you," Kay recounted, "but I couldn't stop. I asked Miranda if I could see the dildo she used on you. When she opened her travel bag, I saw whips, chains, clamps, gloves, dildos and so much more. My mind whirled with images of you being punished. My pussy was on fire. I needed more. When Miranda handed me the dildo, I sucked it off as if it just came from your ass." My level of wonderful discomfort was growing as Kay hypnotized me with her words. She was going full steam into an area no previous lover ever entered. Although I knew Kay, she was the different person she alluded to in her letter. "Miranda fucked me right then and there; using the same strap on she used on you. She screwed my pussy as well as my asshole. It was an evening of firsts for me: first time I was ever fucked in the ass. It's now become one of my favorite activities." Kay's demeanor was changing. Her voice was becoming aggressive and mannerisms more sluttish. Her sexual energy was starting to dominate her and me. I was becoming hers to use as she pleased. "It was also a first for being with a woman." Kay gave me a wicked grin as she rubbed a wet finger across my lips. It was her nectar and I didn't realize she had even touched herself again. I was captivated. "Miranda spent the night showing me how to make love. You made a fine choice and for the record, Miranda and I got together whenever I traveled to Puerto Rico. I thank you for our informal introduction." Kay had become a sexual animal. She knew what she wanted and she was explaining the ground rules to me. I just didn't know it at the time. She continued her story and explained how she needed to withdraw from me because of her marriage. Watching me drop my sense of shame by fucking Allison helped her make her decision to dump Bill. Although she always spoke negatively about Allison, Kay said she secretly wanted to be a slut like Allison and enjoy sex with anyone, at anytime. When I announced my departure from Accent, Kay said she was pissed off because she had just secured a divorce attorney. Kay intentions were to tell me after the meeting. She only brought Bill along to control herself from attacking me. It was her anger which led her to letting Bill fuck her in the ass and then eat his cum. She wanted to show both us what we would be missing. She said watching me with Allison and Lynne infuriated her. How could I party while she was hurting inside? Kay said she needed time to think about us. She realized she was to blame for my departure from Accent; or at least partially to blame. She just couldn't tell me until Bill was out of her life. It took her awhile, but once freed, Kay needed to explore all possibilities. She told me about enjoying threesomes with Allison and Lynne. Yes, they told her all about me and my passion for cum. The men in her life were okay, but none she enjoyed all the time. And none of them wanted to explore any side of kink. She compared every person to me. Kay explained how it was unfair to them as well as to her. There was only one solution; find me. "Now comes the hard part," Kay went on; "the ground rules. Dan, I love you more than anyone I have ever known. I love you with my whole heart and soul. If you accept my love, I promise to be true to our love." So far no problems I thought. "But I also need you to be true to me. I need you to fulfill my need for lust and passion. I need all of you. I need tender love, the kind which is only between us. I also need the raw side of sex. I want you to watch other guys fuck me and then have you eat my pussy clean. I want to dominate your asshole as you worship mine. I want you to bathe in my piss. I want you to drink it from my hole. I want to watch you service other women as their toys. Your face, tongue, fingers, cock and feet all used to bring them pleasure. I want you to watch other women do me as you suck their partners' cocks. I want to swap spit and cum with you. I want you to become a slut like me." We were staring into each others eyes, or should I say into the souls of our passion. This wasn't going to be a middle aged, white bread America relationship. Ours would be exotic, erotic, passionate and fun. It would be dangerous and sinful. Yet as long as we kept true to our promise, it would be fulfilling, deep and rewarding. It would be the relationship we both longed for. I was the slut Kay wanted, It was my turn to speak. "Kay, in every one of my relationships there was always something missing. If the sex was good, there was no love. If there was love, the sex was missing. I felt like a man damned to spend my live snaking around looking for sex behind my partners back." "In the three years we've been apart, I never stopped loving you. I didn't pursue you for a number of reasons. The first being what I said in Puerto Rico. I felt I over stepped the boundaries. The second reason would be sex. Although your masturbation show at Hilton Head was hot, I was unsure of the depths of your passion. Now I know." "Kay if you accept my love, I too promise to be true to it." Kay was tearing up and I must admit so was I. Our life was beginning. I paid the bill and we headed back to my place. I grabbed the wine, a couple of glasses and we headed to the bedroom, kicking off our shoes as we moved. Opening the bottle turned out to be a difficult task. Kay was on her knees in front of me. Unzipping my fly she pulled out my hard cock and just engulfed it. She sucked every inch of my rod, kicking the underside, flicking her tongue into its hole, pumping the shaft for its juice. I needed to settle myself. We were both fully clothed Kay pulled her mouth from my dick. Looking up at me, she spoke like a whore while continuing to stroke its length. "Open the bottle and pour us a glass. It will be a nice chaser for your cum." As I struggled to open the bottle, Kay went back to work on my shaft. I finally got the cork out and managed to pour some of the wine into the glass. I spilt at least the same amount on the table and floor. It wasn't much longer before I came. Kay moved her mouth to the tip of my cock head. With puckered lips surrounding the hole, she stroked my shaft urging my cream into her mouth. Streams poured into her waiting mouth. My groans and rubbery legs indicated my completion. Kay moved her head back and looked up at me. I smiled at her and formed my lips into a kiss and blew her one. Kay's gaze returned to my cock, the final drop of cum was oozing from its head. With the shaft still in her hand, she wiped the cum onto her lips moving the head back and forth across them. She then shoved my semi hard rod back into her mouth. I could feel the warmth of my cum surround it as Kay's tongue bathed it in its own juice. She then stood pulling me towards her, kissing me with the tenderness reserved for new love. The exception being her tongue pushing my cum into my mouth. Our kisses became more erotic as our mouth open and closed around the others. The intent was to completely share my creamy essence. We finally swallowed. Our mouths were so coated the wine did indeed serve as a fine chaser. Kay started to undress telling me how badly she needed to pee. My cock sprang back to life as I knew I would be the recipient of her golden flow. I was removing my clothes as fast as possible. Kay sat on the edge of the bed and said, "Try not to spill any." I dropped between her legs and before I could position my self, Kay let loose. She threw her head back and moaned. Her piss splattered on my chest as I moved my mouth to her nectar hole. Kay's warmth filled my mouth and I gulped as much as I could. Kay's hand moved to her mound and she started frigging herself as I drank. "Save some for me. I want to share my piss too." She wanted the nasty as much as I wanted it. Kay's box was wet with both piss and her juice. I drank and lapped with passion. When her stream weakened, I collected a final mouthful. Moving onto the bed, Kay opened her mouth like a robin and I released a stream of her urine into it. She drank it all. On her final swallow, Kay pulled me into her and kissed me deeply. My hands fondled her as her hands fondled me. Flicking her nipples brought moans of pleasure from Kay. Breaking out kiss, she throated a husky 'fuck me.' I moved my torso so I could fuck Kay without moving from my side. I wanted to continue to caress her while we fucked. My cock slide smoothly into her box and Kay gasped her approval and her hips joined mine. Our movements were steady and rhythmic. We gazed into each other's eyes and kissed in ecstasy while our organs worked their magic. The fucking was sensational. Kay's orgasm was actually a series of orgasms spaced out one after another. Her body would shudder and then go limp only to start to tense again, shudder and cum. Her hips never stopped nor did she break the rhythm. We kept fucking and fucking. When I finally came, it purely escaped from my cock into her pussy. Kay told me how good it felt. We still didn't break our rhythm as the sounds of our strokes became squishier as our juices started pouring from her box. Kay told me the next step when she said, "I'd really need one more orgasm. Please use your mouth to take me there." The passion of my kiss told Kay there would be no disappointment. My body slid down hers; settling easily between her legs. My hands caressed her mound and inner thighs; my thumb moved across her clit on each caress. I brought my mouth ever so close to her lips, blowing my warmth breath across them. Kay moaned and spread her thighs farther apart. She was wanton. The first flick of my tongue was along her outer lips. I followed the contour of her box moving up one side and then down the other but ensuring I missed her swelling clit. Each lap took me closer to her opening as well as avoiding her button. The teasing made Kay wetter. Our juices were flowing down her crack towards her anus. Positioning my tongue below her vagina but not quite touching her brown bud, I slowly ran it up the skin to her opening; collecting all the nectars on my way. Reaching her hole, I put her clit between my thumb and forefinger and slid them down each side to its base. Kay's body shuddered. My tongue entered her vagina while my fingers began jerking off her clit. Back and forth I stroked while sucking the juices from her cunt. Kay began squirming and arching her back; her hands attacking her breasts--pulling, squeezing and pinching her nipples. Utterances began to emanation from her throat as if she was speaking in tongues. Taking three fingers, I replaced my tongue in her passage and began a deep fucking motion. Pulling her swollen clit into my mouth, I sucked it down to the base as if it were a cock. My tongue bathed her bud with salvia and nectar as the thumb of my fucking hand started to push against her back door. Kay was out of control. Her body was bucking. She was thrashing about, slapping her tits. Her head was moving back and forth and she began her release. With one long powerful move, Kay arched her back and screamed out in total release. "ARRRRRRG... OH MY FUCKING GOD...DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP... HERE IT COMES... MY GOD.. HERE IT COMES." Fluids erupted from Kay's box spraying me. Jet after jet poured from her. Kay started crying and shaking before falling limp. She pulled me to her and burrowed deep into my torso using my body as a blanket. We stayed like curled together for a good ten minutes. Neither of us spoke. Kay finally stirred, giving me the softest of kisses. I return her kiss. Looking into her eyes I said, "I'm so glad you're here." Kay nuzzled into my neck and replied, "Me too." I pulled the bed spread over us. The next morning, we woke in nearly the same position. I looked at the alarm and picked up the phone. Dialing work, I left a message for Mrs. Nelson as well as the receptionist to inform them I would be conducting interviews off-site today. I told them to leave a message on my cell if they needed me, but I would probably not check it until the end of the day. Hanging up the house phone, I got out of bed and turned off my cell phone. I also started the coffee. When I returned Kay was stretching naked upon the bed with sleepy smile. Lying back down next to her, I snuggled and gave her a tender 'Good Morning' kiss. "So," she started, "did I get the job?" Replying with a slight chuckle, "It depends on whether or not we can afford you. As you know every position has a salary range. Give me a figure and if you are in the range, you've got the job." "Hmmmm. It seems I heard this before." Kay mused the offered for a bit and came up with a number. "Well, it seems a bit low to me," was my response. "I think an extra $15 thousand is in order. And don't forget commissions and bonuses." Kay was beaming. "You've got yourself an employee!" Jumping out of bed I gave Kay her first duty as Sales Manager. "Great! Now get out of bed we have a call to make today." I went to my suit jacket and started to fumble in the pockets. Kay protested coyly. She knew we weren't making a sales call but she wasn't sure what was going to happen. "Our flight to Puerto Rico leaves in three hours. We're BOTH in first class this time; seats 2A & B. We have reservations at a little resort near Ponce. If my memory serves me correctly, we were sitting on the beach with the surf washing over our feet. I believe you had just told me how much you enjoyed being with me and I was kneeling next to you and was telling me something very important." "Now here's the problem. I can't seem to remember what happened from there. So, I thought we should go back and see what really happens." Kay jumped out of bed and gave me a giant hug. She called me a hopeless romantic. Taking me by the hand we jumped in the master shower together. Needless to say, we were almost late for our flight due to our lengthy shower. The pulse setting on the hand held shower is pretty incredible. Neither Kay nor I had brought any luggage. I told her we'd buy what we needed when we got there. Renting motorcycles, we zipped across the island. The weather was perfect. I couldn't believe how happy I was. Kay was simply aglow. As we sat on the beach with drinks in out hands, Kay told me how much she enjoyed my company. On cue, I knelt next to her and kissed her hand gently. "I love you, Kay. I love you with my whole heart and soul. If you accept my love, I promise I will always be true to it. You are the best thing to ever happen to me." With tears, Kay spoke. "Dan, I love you too and with my whole heart and soul. I do accept your love and I too promise to be true to it. You are everything I have longed for in my life." We kissed. Kay suggested we celebrate with some champagne and called for drinks. A few minutes later, a tall, well built woman with jet black hair arrived carrying a bottle of champagne and three glasses. It only took a second for me to remember Miranda. "I believe you two have met," Kay said with an evil smirk. Miranda bent down and gave Kay a very deep kiss; tongues swirled. Turning her attention to me, Miranda commented 'ladies first' and then gave me a similar kiss. I could taste both women. Miranda stood, popped the cork and poured each of us a glass of bubbly. Kay added, "If I remember correctly, Miranda was a big part of what happened after we left the beach." Holding her glass up, Kay made the toast, "To us!" Our glasses clinked as we replied the same. We finished the bottle and then headed back to our bungalow. Kay was in middle while Miranda and I walked on either side. History was about to be rewritten. Customer Service With A Smile First thing in the morning, and I was already half way to my first stop. I had a light day, which I was looking forward to. Mondays could be crazy, what with the weather getting cold. A call came in over the radio; someone just up the road was having trouble with their heat, and had been without all weekend. I pulled over, took down the address, and punched it into my GPS. Not exactly on my way, but what the hell, I had plenty of time. I made the first turn, and began heading away from the main road. The further I went, the more secluded it became. I'd never been out this way, and it was a little surprising how thick the woods were so close to town. Another couple of miles, and the voice from the GPS suggested I turn down a narrow, windy road. I was beginning to wonder if there was some mistake in the address, but on double-checking, everything looked right. I turned, and headed on down the way. Thick forest surrounded both sides of the road, which was narrow enough that I couldn't turn around if I wanted to. So onward I went. After what seemed like an hour of twisting, turning and bumping down the road, I came to a clearing with a house at one end. It was a rustic place, with a propane tank off one end. Easy fix, I thought, as I parked and stepped out of my truck. The smell of pie was the first thing I noticed. Apple, if I wasn't mistaken, and maybe a hint of....cheese?. This trip might be worth the ride out, after all! I walked up the path to the front steps, the smell becoming stronger the closer I got, my stomach growling at me for not having fed it this morning. I could see several pies cooling on the porch, and was tempted to grab one up, when the door opened. "Thank you for coming!" she said in a voice that sounded tired, but relieved. She was wearing an apron over a loose blouse and skirt, no shoes. Flour was in her hair, which was a bit disheveled, giving her that just-out-of-bed look that always turns me on. A pretty face, and, from what I could tell, a very sexy, full body completed the picture. Not wanting her to get cold, I moved quickly up the stairs, hand extended. "Morning, ma'am. I'm Greer. I got a call that you're having trouble with your heat." "Yes, it's been out all weekend. 'Course, it had to happen the first cold weekend, right?" She took my hand in hers, and gave me such a warm smile, I felt like I knew her well already. "I'm Sherry. Welcome to my humble abode." "Thank you, ma'am. Those pies sure smell good. You been cooking all morning?" I asked, hoping she would offer me up a piece. "Well the oven seems to be working fine, so I figured I'd keep the place from freezing and get a little baking in at the same time. No sense wasting fuel, right?" "Absolutely! Why don't we go on inside and talk about what seems to be the problem" I suggested. She led the way in to the kitchen, which was toasty warm, bright and smelled fantastic! She pulled back a chair and offered me a cup of coffee, which I gladly accepted. "I'll be right with you. Just got to check the last one. It's almost done, and I don't want to burn it." She turned and bent down to open the oven door. The further she went, the more that skirt rode up her hips....luscious, creamy thighs that looked so inviting I completely forgot my stomach, and moved on to another kind of hunger. The edge was now just barely covering her curvy ass, as I held my breath, hoping for just a bit more. Closing the door, she stood and turned toward me. "Just a few more minutes before it's ready. Would you like a piece?" Oh, the thoughts that were running through my head now. "Would I like a piece? Oh my god I want the whole thing! I want to sample you from head to toe!" I cleared my throat, and chased the thoughts from my mind for the moment. "You don't have to bother" I said, "although it sure does smell wonderful! You must be quite the baker". To myself, "and I bet you can cook in other ways too". She grabbed her mug from the counter and joined me at the table. "Been baking since I was a kid. It's what I do when my husband is away. Keeps me sane out her in the middle of nowhere". With this, she crossed her legs, a bare foot dangling, her toenails painted red. A friendly smile came to her face, and she tossed me a shy glance. I'm not sure whether it was the fact that my blood was already hot or something else, but this woman was looking just too good to be true! As she sat sipping her coffee, her leg began to swing just a little, and that foot reminded me of a lure I use when out bass fishing; just dangling there, waiting for some big hungry mouth to come gobble it up. Being an observant guy, I couldn't help latching on to the idea that her man was gone, for who knows how long, and wondering what else she might like to expend some of that energy on... "It's really no trouble. In fact, I'll get one that's cooled. Cuts better anyway." With that, she stood again and headed toward the front door. The way her hips swayed when she moved was so sexy that I couldn't help feeling my pants tighten. Her skirt was bunched just a little from sitting, tempting my mind to imagine what was just a layer of fabric away. Opening the door, she eyed the line of pies cooling just outside, and selected one that had been there a while. Again she began to bend, slowly, sensuously. As she reached the pie on the floor, the hemline of her skirt rode right up onto her ass. My jaw practically hit the floor when I realized.... she had no panties on! There was no mistaking those sweet, pouty lips tucked between soft fleshy thighs. Now I had a raging hard-on, one that was not going to hide! Of course, the way she showed herself to me, I had a hunch this was exactly what she wanted! She turned back into the kitchen, pie in one hand, pulling at the skirt with the other, trying to get it back down where it belonged, and kicked the door closed behind her. As if nothing unusual was happening, she set it on the counter and pulled a knife from a drawer. Feeling a little dizzy, all I could think to do was try to cover this raging erection. I crossed my legs uncomfortably, but felt so awkward that I decided to just let it show. Hell, if she was going to taunt me like this, she needed to know that it was working! I leaned back in my chair, spread my legs comfortably and let it strain against the fabric of my chinos, causing an obvious tent. I watched her cut a couple of slices, and slide them onto plates. Turning toward me, a slice in each hand, she glanced down at my trousers, a gleam in her eye, and a coy smile on her face. She set the plates on the table, leaning forward, her blouse falling open. The swell of her breasts under the apron was tantalizing. They were sizable enough, although it was hard to really guage with the restrictive nature of the apron. Noticing that I was looking, she straightened, and untied the strings from her back, peeling the apron from her body. They were beauties! Full and soft, with nipples jutting through, obviously no bra to hide them. As she moved toward the kitchen, they swayed a little from side to side, the nipples tracing a line across the front of her blouse. I was dumbstruck, a little unsure how to proceed. I wasn't used to being seduced, and certainly not by such a sexy woman. Not knowing what else to do, I sat there with a goofy smile on my face, taking her in. Sherry brought over a couple of forks, refilled my coffee and sat, pulling her chair away from the table a bit and turning to face me. Her legs almost instinctively crossed again, as she picked up her plate and fork. Her leg began swinging again, this time with a bit more force. I was mesmerized, watching that hemline work its way higher and higher. Taking a bite, she moaned, and asked me if I was going to try some. As if waking from a dream, I realized that I had been staring for some time. Very impolite, but I couldn't help myself! I reached for my plate and fork, and took a bite. "Mmmmmmm! This is the most delicious pie I have ever tasted!", I said, and I wasn't lying. It had just the right balance of sweet and tart. Heartened by my response, Sherry took another fork full. A fairly large slice of apple came away with the fork, dangling, looking like it might fall off. Raising it up above her mouth, she let it slide down between her full lips, savoring, sucking it in a little at a time, her leg swinging harder still. "Mmmmmmmmmm....." was all she said, and it was all I needed to hear. I was out of my chair and on her, kissing those lips, tasting the warm apple taste in her mouth, my hands finding those exquisite mounds, teasing her nipples with gentle strokes of open hands. Her body responded instantly to my touch, pushing herself into my hands, her legs unfolding and open. Our mouths locked in a deep kiss, breath becoming stronger and hotter. I reached under that soft, juicy ass and lifted her up onto my hips, standing over the table, taking in the sensation of her body warmth so close to my engorged cock. Sherry wrapped those strong legs around me and began moving, grinding her body into mine, causing my erection to grow harder still. Her hands were in my hair, and when my fingers began to probe her sopping pussy, a wanton moan escaped her lips. Pushing her plate aside, I set her down on the table, finding my way to the buttons on her shirt. They were a tight fit, and wouldn't undo easily. After a few moments of fumbling, the animal in me came out, and I grabbed the fabric and pulled hard. Rrrrrrrip....away came that blouse, exposing two beautiful breasts, nipples hard, areolas swollen. Sherry let out a gasp, and her legs clamped hard around me. I was beginning to feel a dampness through my pants, which incited me on. Sherry leaned back on the table and looked into my eyes, that look telling me that she needed this badly. My hips were humping her slow and steady now, and her body moved right in rhythm. She reached up with one hand and drew me down toward those succulent breasts. Not one to resist in situations like these, I leaned forward, kissing her soft flesh, taking in her smell, her warmth. Her head fell back, and her nipples raised up to greet me. I took one in my hand, gently squeezing and pinching it. It was so hard and swollen I thought it might burst. My lips found the other, brushing against it lightly, then taking it into my mouth. Mmmmmm....this was heaven! I could feel her body respond, and her breath quicken. She pulled my head into her hard, and I began sucking on that nipple like I might draw milk. Her grinding became more emphatic, then her whole body tightened, and she stopped breathing for a second. The dampness on my trousers became a distinct wet spot where she had been rubbing, and I could smell her sex, which aroused me even further. Pushing her back onto the table, I kissed my way down her body. She lay back looking at me in anticipation. I hiked those sexy legs over my shoulders, and began brushing my lips lightly against the insides of her thighs. Her scent was strong now, her skin glistening with juices. Sherry lay back and began stroking her breasts, sighs escaping from her lips. My tongue found the hard little nub at the top of her sex lips, and began flicking against it. First one finger, then a second, and a third made its way inside her, sliding in easily. It was difficult for me not to cum right then and there, and was apparently impossible for her, as she bucked back against my mouth and fingers, groaning loudly. I took her clit into my mouth and sucked on it gently, while my fingers began a slow pumping in and out. Sherry's groans became louder, and her body twisted and thrust on the table uncontrollably. I could feel the shiver coming from deep inside her, growing stronger and stronger, then a flush of fluid coated my hand and mouth as she screamed out, "Yes!! Oh God Yes!! OOooooohhhhhhhh...." Her spasms began to subside, her body softening, a deep breath and soft moan coming from her lips. I slid my fingers out of her, and stood so that my straining cock was right there at her pearly gates. So aroused that I could have shot my load in two seconds flat, I took a moment to regroup. Sherry reached down and grabbed my hardness through my chinos, that coy smile returning. Her eyes were smouldering, her hair wilder than before, and I knew that this was the beginning of something beautiful. "Oh Shit!" Not what I expected to hear, and all of a sudden, Sherry scurried off the table and rushed to the oven. In our distraction she had forgotten about the pie that was still baking. Opening the door, a strong smell of apple and cheddar filled the room. Perfect timing, if only by chance! Picking up her oven mitts, she bent to retrieve this tasty morsel, exposing herself fully to me. Her lips were open and inflamed, and slick with her juices. Those full breasts swaying in the heat of the oven, it was all I could do to not attack her right there. I undid my belt and unzipped, taking my cock in hand. I might have to wait until she was out of harms way, but that was all she was getting! She moved to the counter and placed the hot plate down, and just in time. I directed the head between her legs, sliding inside her with ease. Momentarily surprised, she jumped, and then settled back into me. Oh god was it good....so warm and moist.....so receptive....Pushing her into the counter, I slid in further, then drew back out again. Sherry looked back at me as she bent over, giving me full access. Those juicy ass cheeks rolled back, and all I had to do was lean forward to slide in right up to my balls. Taking another moment to clear my head, enjoying her sweet pussy gripping me, I leaned into her and kissed the back of her neck. Her breasts were grazing the countertop, so I took one in each hand. A moan came from deep in her throat as I began to slowly pump into her, pushing her body into the counter. With each withdrawal, I squeezed her nipples, pulling them, then sliding slow and strong into her depths. Her hips began to match my strokes, rolling back to accept me, then forward, pushing the length of my tool against her pelvis as I withdrew. Picking up the pace, we got into a nice, steady rhythm, both of us breathing heavy, banging into that counter until the dishes rattled. I could feel the heat building in my balls, and the head of my cock begin to grow larger. I knew I was close, beyond controlling anything. So I began to thrust into her with all my strength, pounding her hard, and groaning, almost growling. Sherry kept right up with me, her moans getting louder, her body pushing back to meet me. The heat continued to build, sweat dripping, as we slipped and slid. My balls began to tighten, and I could feel the impending explosion from deep within. Banging into her harder, I let out an animal noise that felt so powerful that it might have been scary in another situation. Burying myself all the way up in her, the fluid that had been building inside me came spewing out into Sherry's hot pussy...one hard shot, then another, then another. Forcing my cock deeper with every spasm, her walls gripping and releasing, milking my cock for all she was worth, she screaming out now, "cum for me...oooooohhhhh cummmmmmmmmm..."