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Getting It Out Of Our Systems

By: PippaCambridge



They say that all the best stories have their roots in the truth. This story is a fantasy, but springs from actual situations and experiences. I leave it up to the reader to guess at how far things actually went! 

This is my first foray into erotic fiction; it would be great to receive your feedback!  

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I guess it was inevitable. We'd been playing around the edges of an affair for years and now, after all that time, the moment when we took the plunge had finally arrived. I waited nervously for the knock on the door, starting at noises of passing cars in case it was hers, trying to find things to do to take my mind off what was about to happen. 'Get a fucking grip!' I admonished my reflection in the hallway mirror 'Calm down or it'll be a disaster!' 

Dirty flirting was we had called it. It began as chatty emails within which I'd indulge in some harmless flirtation. It wasn't that I was looking for something new; it was simply what I did, I was known by all my wife's friends for being "all talk", a nice guy with a funny line in outrageous chat, but who was in reality, as faithful as a puppy. However, with Sally things were different. Instead of the usual squeals of indignation and scandalised laughter that usually followed my wicked advances, Sally responded with open enthusiasm. Try as I might I couldn't determine whether she was playing me along, or actually serious. I was taken aback and suddenly, intensely curious about how far I could push things.

I'd known Sally for a long time and I confess that I had never thought about her in a sexual way until the flirting had begun. I'd been a guest at her wedding for crying out loud! Where I was approaching fifty, Sally was still in her thirties. She had short, fair hair, a slim build and an open, bright smile. 

Our e-affair settled into a cycle of flirtation. We would tell each other that we were doing nothing wrong, but by this time we were texting to make it easier to keep our activities secret. 

Things would begin with a harmless innuendo that went back and forth, each text pushing things a little further, until it built to a pitch where we'd both be so turned on that we'd talk about taking it to the next level. At this point our consciences kicked in and despite huge frustration we would declare a cooling off period of no contact. A few days, maybe even a couple of weeks would pass and then things would begin again. 

We had been going through this cycle for years now. There had been a couple of occasions when things had got really hot. Once or twice we had exchanged a series of graphic descriptions of what we'd like to do to each other, 'textual intercourse' as we had dubbed it and, twice Sally had popped round for a coffee when I 'just happened' to be alone and we'd lost control in a brief and breathless frenzy of kissing and over-clothes fondling. Each time we'd both stopped shy of going further, agreeing that we both had too much to lose and afterwards we spent several weeks guiltily avoiding any contact at all.

In one conversation I had talked about the frustration I felt and jokingly suggested that we should have sex just the once so that we could "get it out of our systems". Sally responded with trademark enthusiasm, but warned that it might take more than one time to work!

Each time I ask myself why I allowed the flirtation to carry on. I was happily married to my wife Jill and we'd been together for twenty-one years now, our two boys nearly grown men. Sally had married Max nine years ago, I knew from what she had told me that things weren't always great, but I didn't know if she was falling out of love with Max, or if she was simply looking for a bit of fun on the side. 

The birth of Sally's first baby saw a hiatus of dirty-flirting texts for several months. I promised myself that I would not let things start up again. Not when a child's family was at stake. There was so much more to lose.

Things had been quiet for a while, and our texts had been just friendly banter, but two weeks ago I had celebrated my forty seventh birthday. I felt the presence of all the clichéd paranoia's of middle age waiting patiently like circling vultures, getting ready to descend upon me. I'd joked with Jill that I was due for my mid-life crisis. She had smiled at me and told me that I wasn't allowed one.

The day after my birthday I was back in the office when my phone jangled musically to tell me that a message had arrived. It was from Sally apologising for not texting greetings on my birthday and asking if there was any way she could make up for being late, a winking emoticon making it clear what she meant. 

I replied: 'I don't know, I'm pretty upset ☹ what did you have in mind? ☺'

After a short pause a text arrived 'I'd like to suck you off.'

I nearly choked on my coffee at Sally's directness. Usually our conversations would heat up gradually, cloaked in so many innuendoes, double intendres and euphemisms, that I never knew if she was being serious or not; yet here was a bald, straightforward statement, without even a smiley face on the end to indicate that it was a joke. 

My heart started pounding with the idea, my imagination going wild with what it would be like, my curiosity going crazy. At precisely the same time the sensible, rational voices of my conscience were coming up with reasons to not go any further under any circumstances. I ignored them.

'What a lovely and thoughtful present that would be! ☺' 

I pressed the send button and stared at the screen waiting breathlessly for her reply. 

As soon her reply landed I stabbed at the keypad with feverish fingers to see what she had put. 

'I thought so too! ☺' The text read, 'But should I swallow, or would you like to cum all over my tits?' 

Thankfully I was alone in the office so no-one heard my over-excited giggling. I bounced up and down on my chair scarcely able to breathe and I could feel my face flushing red. With trembling fingers I typed my reply. 

'Could you offer me a pornstar-style cumshot all over your face and in your mouth? ☺' 

I paused before I pressed the send button, inwardly debating whether I would be pushing things too far. 

I pressed the button.

For a full minute I stared at the screen as if willing the reply to arrive and wondering if I'd gone too far. Seconds seemed to drag out into hours and then, with the familiar jangle her reply landed. 

'Sounds great! When are you free?'

After that, the flirting stalled as we both backed away from the edge. We voiced our usual reasons why it would be madness to go further (despite the intense frustration we both felt) and we agreed that it was a shame we couldn't just have a 'get it out of our systems' shag. 

A few days passed without further texts arriving. It didn't stop me from visualising Sally kneeling in front of me, sucking on my hard cock until I spurted gush after gush of sticky cum all over her. I found myself daydreaming about this image at work and would have to take a minute to let things calm down before I could safely stand up and move away from my desk.

One evening, Jill greeted my return from work with a thoughtful smile. For an irrational, gut-churning second I wondered if she had somehow discovered something about my e-affair, but it wasn't that. It was something else, something that made a whole load of possibilities leap into view.

'My sister called, she's asked us down to her place for a few days during the Easter break.'

'Oh... right.' I replied trying not to show signs of the panic that I had felt seconds earlier. 'Hang on though,' I said, beginning to think once more, 'you do know that Easter is my busiest time at work? I don't think that I'll be able to get any time off.'

'Ah, well, that's the thing.' Jill replied, 'You're not invited.' Jill laughed at my confusion. 'I told her that I didn't think you'd be able to get away, so she asked if I'd go down with the boys; you know how well our two and her two get on,' her face showed a sudden concern. 'So long as you don't mind a few nights on your own.'

My mind was already racing, turning over the possibilities in my head. 

'Will you be OK driving all that way?' I asked, her sister lived on the south coast and Jill wasn't fond of motorway driving.

'Well, you see, I won't be driving; turns out that there's a train service that goes pretty much all the way to her town with just one change. You drop us at the station on Saturday morning and we'll be there mid-afternoon!'

'You've worked all this out already haven't you?' I raised a cynical eyebrow.

Jill managed to look guilty for only two seconds before she laughed, 'Oh come on! You'll love it! You will be able to live the bachelor lifestyle for a few days!'

I wondered what Jill would have done if she knew how much of a bachelor lifestyle I was thinking about living!

As the Easter break approached, the image of me cumming over Sally went over and over in my head. I re-read her texts offering to suck me off again and again. 

I couldn't figure out why I was thinking about it all the time. It wasn't as if I wasn't getting sex with Jill. Jill was passionate, in a quiet, 'don't-wake-the-kids-up sort of way, but it was just that what Sally had proposed was so excitingly...messy. I angrily told myself that it could never happen, whilst thinking of ways to make it happen.

Dropping Jill and the boys at the station had been a rushed affair, last minute packing and running down checklists had made us late, so after a peck on the cheek and a promise to call that evening, my wife and kids ran across the car-park and into the ticket office. 

The car seemed quiet as I drove back. The house seemed to echo as I put the coffee machine on and made some toast. 

I booted up my laptop to check my emails and afterwards went onto Facebook. I typed into my status: 

'Well I've waved goodbye to my wife and kids and waved hello to my new bachelor lifestyle!...For a few days at least!' 

As the sarcastic and humorous comments of my friends arrived, I wondered if Sally had read it. I wondered if she would call round knowing I was on my own. I wondered what I'd do if she did.

The weekend passed slowly. Having the place to myself just felt strange. I had the opportunity to do whatever I wanted but, rather ironically, I couldn't think of anything that I wanted to do. 

By Sunday night I hadn't heard anything from Sally and I was trying hard to put her out of my mind and get on with things. 

The working week dawned with me on the early shift, meaning a painful awakening from a deep slumber, but by two o'clock in the afternoon I was home again.

In order to distract myself from the fantasies I was having about Sally, I decided to spend a couple of hours down at the gym and was getting my kit together when a text message landed.

'Hi bachelor boy! Just dropped Tilly off at Mum's, are you home?'

My heart seemed to leap forcefully within my ribcage, Sally's mum lived just five minutes walk away. 

'Yeah, I'm around, I'll get the kettle on! ☺' I could scarcely press the right buttons my hands were trembling so much. 

So here I was, waiting for her to arrive and feeling jumpy and nervous. The voice of my conscience warned me to go no further, but I felt that I was somehow committed, as if the decision had been made, there was no backing down now. 

A few minutes later there was the sound of footsteps on the gravel drive and the doorbell chimed. This was it!

Sally stood on the doorstep, her hands in the pockets of her woollen jacket. She seemed to be huddled against the early springtime chill. She smiled awkwardly and I could tell that she was just as nervous as I was. For a second I considered backing out. Telling her that this was madness and then she said; 'Are you going to invite me into your bachelor pad?' 

We both laughed, our nerves making everything seem funnier than it was. I bowed deeply, indicating that she should enter. I took her coat, intensely aware of the curve of her shoulders and the heady fragrance of her perfume. Beneath her coat she wore a plain, black t-shirt that clung to her body and a pair of skinny jeans that emphasised the curves of her hips and shapely bottom.

I turned to hang the coat in the cloakroom; when I turned back Sally was standing in the middle of the hall looking at me with a curious expression on her face. The house seemed deeply, oppressively silent, I frantically tried to think of something to say just for the sake of breaking the silence, but could think of nothing. 

Slowly, but purposefully, Sally walked over to me until we were very close. She tilted head back and she gently kissed me.

At the touch of her soft lips and her silky tongue my nerves seemed to vanish and my desire for her awoke fully. Our kiss became deeper, my hands sliding across her back and around her buttocks, pulling her closer to me. 

The voice of my conscience faded into silence, I was going to have this woman and to hell with the consequences! This realisation stirred my desire to new heights. Breathing hard, I planted wild kisses down Sally's neck and along her collarbone. I sucked on her earlobe as my hand slid under her t-shirt. 

Sally giggled and gently pushed me away. 

'Go easy tiger, I've told my mum that I was having a coffee with a friend, she won't be expecting me back for hours, so...' she kissed me so softly on the cheek so that I only felt the merest whisper of her touch, 'there's...' she kissed my neck. '...no need to rush.' She laughed again, kissed me on the nose, took my hand and led me upstairs.

The afternoon sun spilled through the blind and across the bed in brilliantly bright streaks. 

We kissed again, this time more slowly. I felt her fingers getting hold of my shirt and lifting it up. I raised my arms and the shirt flopped to the floor. We embraced again, the sensation of her hands on my bare skin made my cock twitch and harden. 

Our kisses became more passionate; our hands explored each other's bodies with greater urgency. As I pulled at her t-shirt I felt her hands start to unbuckle the belt of my jeans, she popped open the buttons of my fly one by one. My cock was straining at the leash desperate to feel her touch. 

With a swift, fluid motion I pulled up her t-shirt, she raised her arms instinctively and there she stood with her black, lacy bra displayed enticingly over her pale, ivory skin,

As Sally leaned in to kiss my neck, I reached to unfasten her bra and it obligingly sprang open without the need of any schoolboy fumbling. I looped a finger through one of the shoulder straps, stooped to kiss her neck in turn and, as I slowly pulled the strap down the contour of her shoulder, I followed it down with a string of kisses until the bra fell away and my mouth was poised over her breast. 

Sally's tits were small with perky nipples that were already hard and erect. I took one of them into my mouth and slowly slid my slick tongue around it. Sally uttered an involuntary 'Ooh'. The unfamiliarity of Sally's moans seemed to ripple through me and my cock twitched to full hardness against the soft cotton of my boxer shorts. I started to flick the hard nub of her nipple with my tongue, gently at first and gradually increasing the intensity and rhythm, feeling the tension in her body growing. 

'Ooh... oh fuck... oh fuck!... OH FUCK!' her body twitched away from me. Breathing hard, she looked at me with a kind of wild longing in her eyes, 'I want your cock inside me now!' 

I popped the button of her jeans and unzipped them, slipping my hands inside her panties kneading the smooth flesh of her buttocks. 

As she went to sit on the edge of the bed I pulled down her jeans and panties and managed to remove both in one swift movement. She flopped backwards onto the bed with a laughing squeal. Now completely naked, her legs were spread invitingly before me. 

Trying to hide the way my hands were trembling, I slid my boxers and jeans to the floor and stepped out of them.

I could see Sally looking down at my stiff cock that stood out from my body like a flagpole. She moaned softly at the sight, wanting it inside her, but wasn't going to be rushed. I dropped to my knees and pushed her legs up until her pussy was spread directly below my salivating mouth. 

With deliberate slowness I lowered my mouth over her until my tongue hovered over her glistening, wet pussy. I breathed in her soft musk. With the very tip of my tongue, I probed the lips of her pussy, feeling the slick wetness and tasting her salty but sweet juices. I felt the cool touch of Sally's hand around the back of my neck, drawing me into her.

Ever so slowly I trailed my tongue upwards from her pussy lips until I found the firm nub of her clitoris. As soon as I did, Sally's back arched and she inhaled sharply. I slid my hands up, over her body until they softly brushed her taut nipples causing another gasp and her body juddered. 

Slowly and softly I licked at her clitoris forcing myself to take my time. As the tension in her body increased, her hand pulled at my neck trying to increase the intensity as she approached orgasm. 

I could feel her body trembling with desire as the tempo of my tongue increased relentlessly. I felt the muscles across her flat stomach knotting up and heard her breathing coming in short panting breaths as her climax was building. I increased the rhythm of my flickering tongue again and gently pinched and pulled at her nipples, which prompted a kind of wailing cry. She was almost at her climax now about to crash over the edge. 

At once I pulled away and stood up. She lay on the edge of the bed in front of me; her arms still flung outwards, hands still clutching at the quilt, face and chest flushed. She wore a look of confused frustration. 

'Don't fucking stop and leave a girl hanging! GOD!'

I raised a mocking eyebrow. 

'You're a very rude girl aren't you?' 

'Fuck off!' she cried starting to laugh. 

'What a charming young lady! And I thought you wanted this.' With my hand around the base of my engorged cock I waved the glossy head at her before tapping it softly onto her clitoris. 

Sally squealed and drew her knees up, her eyes fixed onto my stiff manhood. 

'Oooh God yeah, give it to me!' she pleaded. 

'Are you sure?' I asked, my voice betraying a sudden uncertainty as I momentarily heard the voice of my conscience. 

I immediately berated myself for asking such a stupid question. Here was Sally, naked, her legs apart begging for me to fuck her and I'm asking if she's sure!

As I started to stammer an apology I felt her cool hand wrapping itself around my cock and her legs encircling me. I gave up trying to think of what to say as she pulled me into her. 

She was so hot and so wet and my cock slipped into her with such a slippery ease that I realised with a rush of near panic that I was almost ready to come!

I withdrew hurriedly, trying to control my breathing, waiting for the blood to stop it's dizzying drumbeat through my head. 

'Bloody hell!' I gasped, waiting a few seconds for the feeling to die down. 'Let's try that again' and I slid my cock back into her slick pussy.

Sally arched her back her back as I entered her. Her mouth was firstly drawn back into a grimace, before changing to form a soundless 'Ooh.'

For a few seconds I remained motionless as the realisation of what we were doing washed over me. Now that we had taken this final step I felt giddy, curiously liberated. Gradually I began to move in and out of her, waves of pleasure rippling from my loins. 

Sally's intense gaze seemed to be locked onto mine as I gradually increased the tempo. She was so wet that each thrust made a soft, liquid clopping noise that was interspersed with Sally's soft, involuntary moans each time I slid into her.

Out of the corner of my eye I caught the reflection of our forms in the full-length wall mirror opposite. It looked amazing. Our bodies locked together, rocking rhythmically, her nipples dancing as each thrust slid home. 


Getting It Out Of Our Systems Ch. 02



This story follows on from "Getting It Out Of Our Systems" by PippaCambridge. This is the next time that Sally and Matt meet and is written by Sally.

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A couple of weeks had passed since that afternoon when we'd tried to get it out of our systems. I hadn't heard much from Matt, just the odd text. Maybe the guilt had kicked in. Despite that I'd find myself day dreaming about that hot afternoon all the time. The taste of his lips on mine, the touch of his hands on my body, the pleasure that had ripped through me and the look of lust and want in his eyes! All I could think about and dream of was him. I knew we hadn't got it out of our systems and I wanted more. I kept typing out texts but not daring to press send. I wanted Matt again but was scared he might say no.

A couple of days later I found myself fantasising about Matt whilst I was in the shower. The thought of his hands massaging and caressing my soapy boobs whilst his hard cock pressed up against my shapely ass seriously turned me on. I imagined how we'd passionately kiss whilst the hot water cascaded over us. We'd then get out of the shower and whilst still wet go to the bedroom. The urgency of wanting to fuck each other wouldn't allow us time to get dry. I knew I had to see him again as I clearly hadn't got it or him out of my system. 

As I finished my shower my mind flicked back to how it had all started. I'd known Matt for years. To begin with there had been no attraction between us . I'd never thought of him in that way. We'd started emailing, just friendly banter, and then some harmless flirting had crept in. It was fun and exciting and brightened up dull days in the office. The flirting gradually got more intense. Both of us seeing how far we could push things. I kept doubting in my mind that Matt would ever want more but his messages seemed to say the opposite. In one email Matt wrote "Something in the chemistry between us when we swap emails tells me all I need to know." I'd sat at my desk wondering if maybe there was more to it. 

On another occasion Matt had referred to me as a "beautiful, sexy, feisty woman". Matt had the ability to turn on the charm and he was definitely charming me. He also had the ability to make me smile even when I was having a rubbish day. He'd once offered to come lingerie shopping with me and told me that he "could be like Gok Wan but with an erection ;-) ". I'd pushed the boundaries too . I'd mentioned licking my lips and then commented about which set of lips I was referring to. Matt's reply came back saying SALLY! I AM SHOCKED.....but yet strangely aroused!!! ;-)" 

The email flirting turned to texting as it got more explicit! We were sending a large amount of messages each day. I'd sit staring at my phone waiting for a reply. At one point we'd graphically described what we'd like to do to each other and then joked that we'd had textual intercourse. The thrill had been immense but had also left me wanting more. 

Gradually the emails and texts turned into an e-affair. We'd occasionally meet for coffee. On a few occasions we'd given in briefly to temptation and kissed. The first time had been in the city art gallery. I'd been asking Matt in our emails if he'd ever given into temptation and he was ironically answering the question in person when we kissed. One minute we were feigning an interest in the art work and then the next we were lustfully kissing, our hands running over each other, our lips wanting to devour each other. 

On another occasion I'd met Matt at his office and after a tour of the building we'd gone back to his office. As soon as we'd walked back in to his office we'd locked eyes and then immediately locked lips. We kissed and kissed. And then moved into his stationery cupboard in case anyone walked into the office. For months after we joked about having sex in that cupboard and all the sexual acts that could have taken place in their and also how we both had a fantasy about shagging on Matt's desk. 

Before we left his office Matt said to me that he had one more thing to do. I thought he meant shutting his computer down or something like that but he kissed me again passionately and then quite matter of factly said "Right, that's that done, shall we go get a coffee?". On all occasions the guilt had got the better of us and we resolved to lose touch for a while but we never stuck to it for more than a few weeks at the most. Perhaps it was inevitable that after so many years that it would only end up in one place.

I walked from the bathroom back to my bedroom. I was only wearing a towel around my body and one on my head that my wet hair was wrapped up in. For once I was home alone. I glanced at the clock on my phone and realised I had a few minutes to spare. With thoughts of Matt still in my head I knew what I wanted to do. I removed the towel from my head and let my wet hair fall down around my ears and neck. I walked over to the bed, propped up the pillows and sat down. I took the tube of lube out of my bedside drawer and opened it. I squeezed a blob out on to my finger. I lay back and applied the lube to down there. It felt cold on my warm skin. 

As I started to move my finger in a circular motion around and over my clitoris the sensation of the cool lube turned quickly to a pleasurably one. As my finger carried on rhythmically circling round I closed my eyes and pictured Matt's face. I could see his big brown eyes. If you looked into them for too long you could easily get lost in them. 

We'd locked eyes before and I was sure I'd felt the electricity buzzing between us. I could also see his gorgeous, sexy smile. Matt's smile made me melt. It made his eyes light up and he had a habit of adding a cheeky wink. Matt was a few years older than me. He was tall and handsome. He had strong arms and gave the most amazing hugs. I felt so safe in his arms and as though it was only him and me and nothing else. He looked good in whatever he wore and he always smelt gorgeous due to his good taste in aftershave. 

As my fingers worked away a tingling sensation began to grow in my stomach and down there. I remembered how Matt's tongue had felt on my clitoris. Licking it and flicking it whilst I laid on his bed, my arms splayed out, barely able to breathe from the sensations coming from down there due to him. The pleasure had been exquisite. 

I carried on moving my finger, still thinking of Matt and wishing he was there. He was definitely in my system and also under my skin. As the tingling turned into a deeper feeling it felt as those waves of pleasure were growing inside me. Each one bigger than the previous one. I quickened the motion of my fingers. It also felt as though a spring was being slowed coiled up inside me. 

By now I knew I was close to coming and so I removed my finger for a brief moment. I then moved it back to my clitoris and started pleasuring myself again. I did this a few times. The starting and stopping seemed to increase the pleasure for me. 

Just as I was about to come I slowed down the rhythm of my finger until it was barely moving. I'd found from experience that this intensified and prolonged my orgasm. The spring inside me now felt so tightly coiled I knew that at any second it would release itself and unwind. As my finger lightly brushed over my clitoris it was enough to tip me over the edge and I came. 

Waves of pleasure radiated out of me, down my legs to my toes and I felt my muscles down there contracting and expanding beyond my control. I inhaled deeply as a massive smile spread across my face. 

I waited for my orgasm to subside before I started moving my finger again. The sensation was now intense, almost too much to take, but after a minute or so the waves of pleasure that had been brewing again reached their crescendo and I found myself coming again. I stopped my finger and just enjoyed the feeling. I inhaled and exhaled deeply as I lay there completely lost in the moment. I remembered that the last time I'd come I'd been on top of Matt! 

A couple of days later I woke up feeling poorly. I was due in work that morning but felt too ill to go. My husband offered to drop our daughter off at her nursery as usual and so after phoning work I returned to bed. After some more sleep I felt much better. I got up and made myself a cup of tea and took it back to bed. My phone was on my bedside cabinet. After checking out Facebook my thoughts turned to Matt. I still ached to see him and have him again. I decided it was time to bite the bullet and text him. 

As I selected a new message on my phone I wondered what to say. I typed "Hi Matt. Hope you're ok. Just wondering if you fancy a coffee sometime. It'd be good to see you. Take care, Sally xx". For some reason there were butterflies in my stomach even as I typed it. My thumb hovered over send. 

I sat for about a minute inwardly debating whether to send it, wondering what his reply would be. I told myself to get a grip and pressed send. The icon swirled and then changed to show my message had gone. I stared at my phone waiting for a reply. A few minutes passed. I tried to reason with myself that he was at work and therefore may be in a meeting or on a phone call and unable to reply. Time seemed to stand still. 

After what seemed like hours to me my phone beeped. I half jumped with the noise. I hoped that the message was from Matt. I unlocked my phone but then paused. Half of me didn't want to read the message. What if he was saying he didn't want to meet and that it was over. I told myself that not reading it wouldn't change what it said and that I'd never know what it said until I did read it. 

I held my breath and pressed the message icon. The message was from Matt and it said "Hi. I'm good thanks. Would love to meet for a coffee, the last one we had was hot and steamy!!!! ;-)". For some reason I breathed a sigh of relief. I knew what he meant. 

Matt and I had joked about how 'meeting for coffee' could be an innuendo for meeting for sex as we seemed to misbehave when we'd innocently agreed to just have a coffee. I hit reply. "Excellent. Are you free this afternoon as I'm home alone all day. You could pop in on your way home from work. :-)" I sent my reply and then waited for a message back. After a minute or so my phone beeped again. "Sounds great. See you about 1.30pm. Hope they'll be something tasty for dinner." A big smile spread across my face as excitement began to grow inside me. I thought for a second and replied "Of course! Would you fancy a tongue sandwich and pork in cider? ;-)" 

Our texts had always been full of smut and innuendo. We seemed to be able to make innuendo out of anything. Food had cropped up before. I recalled how we'd once joked that we should have a dirty weekend away together. I'd said that we'd have to leave the room to go down for breakfast. Matt had replied "I like the sound of 'going down' for breakfast. I could suck on your melons and spread butter on your croissant and then lick it off! ;-)" 

Matt had a way with words and I loved it. We just both seemed to be on the same wave length when it came to finding smut, innuendo and at times complete filth in just about anything or any situation. My phone beeped again. It was another message from Matt. "Sounds divine. I'm already salivating at the thought of it! ;)". 

It was already mid morning and so I got up and dressed. As I pondered what underwear to put on I hoped that Matt would be taking it off me later. He'd once said that he didn't have a real preference on colour and that "coordination was the key". With those words in my head I picked out and put on my lacy black bra and matching lacy black knickers. 

I got dressed, dried my hair and then wondered what to do until Matt arrived. I busied myself with some house work and then flicked through some magazines but couldn't concentrate on reading. I glanced at the clock and time had crept on to 1.25pm. I knew, well hoped, that he would arrive soon. I sat on the sofa and a couple of minutes later his car pulled up outside. 

I grabbed my keys and unlocked and opened the door. Matt was walking down the drive. I hadn't realised just how pleased I would be to see him. The ball of nerves and anticipation that had been growing in my stomach felt bigger than ever. Matt looked at me, grinned and raised one eyebrow. His look said it all. "Hello Mr Forrester" I said to him as he reached the front door. He replied "Good afternoon Mrs Jones." 

"Do come in" I said as a massive smile spread across my face. 

I had barely closed the door and we were already passionately kissing, devouring each other, our hands wandering all over each other, exploring, feeling, desperate for more. The knot in my stomach melted away and was replaced with a tingling sensation down there. A wave of excitement rippled through me. I wanted this man and I wanted him now. We stopped kissing for a moment and just stared into each other's eyes. 

I had never been filled with so much want or lust. I broke the stare and moved my lips close to Matt's ear. I whispered softly "I really want to fuck you". I'd said it once in a text but now it was for real. Matt replied "You're a dirty girl Sally". 

"Isn't that why you like me?" came my retort. Matt simply said "Oh yeah!". 

"Well if I'm so dirty perhaps we should take a shower?"

"It'll take more than that to rid of you of your filth" Matt joked. 

"It must be the company I keep that's leading me astray. I used to be a polite young lady until I met you." Matt raised one eyebrow and shot me a look that clearly said I don't believe you. I said no more but took hold of his hand and led him in to the bathroom. 

I closed the door behind us. We stood for a second and then at the same time we both started to undress each other. Matt was wearing a jacket, shirt and jeans. I helped him slip out of his jacket and then started to unbutton his shirt. It fell open and I placed my hands gently on his chest. He smelt more gorgeous than ever as I inhaled his scent. I slid my hands up to his shoulders and his shirt fell to the floor. I planted delicate kisses on his muscular shoulders and then down his chest. 

I bent down so that my eyes were level with the buttons on his fly. I undid the buttons one by one. His cock was already hard and I could see it bulging, trying to burst through his boxer shorts. I lowered Matt's jeans and he stepped out of them. 

As I stood up Matt tugged at the bottom of my jumper. I instinctively lifted my arms up. In one move my jumper and t-shirt came off revealing my black lacy bra. Matt then crouched down and mimicking me undid and removed my jeans. As Matt saw my pants he commented "Nice choice Sally". 

"Well I seem to remember that co-ordination is the key". 

"Oh yeah baby!"

Matt then undid my bra and removed it. He then lowered his head and started to suck on one of my nipples, licking and flicking it with his tongue whilst his fingers pinched and squeezed the other one. 

The memories of our previous encounter came flooding back. I could feel myself getting wetter down their. I let my head fall back and I gave a moan of sheer pleasure. I wanted this man so badly. Matt increased the tempo and I went weak at the knees. I placed a hand on his shoulder to steady myself. His skin felt hot on my fingers. Matt then stood up. We kissed again, more urgently this time as the need to fuck each other grew ever stronger. 

I turned on the shower to allow it to warm up. Whilst it did I bent down and curled my fingers around the waistband of his boxer shorts. Slowly I lowered them revealing his large, hard penis which was now fully stood to attention. "You could use that as a tent pole!" I exclaimed. The thought of it in me made me squeal inwardly with delight. Matt just grinned. 

As steam began to float out of the shower Matt stepped in and then held out his hand to help me in. The water was deliciously warm on my skin. As it cascaded over us we kissed fervently as Matt held my face in his hands. 

Matt then grabbed the shower gel and squeezed a large blob into his hands. He lathered it up and then stood behind me and began to massage my boobs. It felt more sensual than I could have ever imagined. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my bum. One of his hands moved down my stomach and then I felt his finger on my clitoris, gently rubbing and stroking it. Without realising it I let out another moan. "Fuck me, that's good!"

"You are a dirty girl, it's a good thing we're in the shower" smirked Matt.

I wriggled round to face Matt. I just wanted to devour him. I lathered up my hands and massaged his chest and back whilst he carried on down their. We kissed again, this time more urgently. My lust for him was about to explode. We rinsed ourselves off and I turned the shower off. I stuck my head from round the curtain. "Oh shit!" I exclaimed. "There's no towels, we'll have to make a run for it." We both climbed out of the shower and over the pile of our abandoned clothes. 

We ran across the hall and up the stairs. Matt was trying to grab my ass and I squealed and giggled as he chased me. At the top of the stairs I grabbed a massive towel from the cupboard and through it at Matt hitting him square on in the face which made me laugh. Matt opened out the towel and wrapped it around his back. He then stretched out his arms and stepped towards me. He wrapped his arms around me and so we were both encased in the towel. 

I could feel his wet skin on mine, his hot breath on my neck and his hard cock twitching against me. We just stood there for a minute, lost in the moment. Without either of us initiating it we started to kiss again. 

Delicate kisses, the merest of touches of our lips. Shivers ran down my spine. 

As the kisses grew more and more intense, Matt let go of the towel. "Do you fancy a bit of doggy style?" Matt enquired nonchalantly. He knew this was my favourite position as we'd once discussed it via text. "Sounds fabulous!" I casually replied. I climbed up on to the bed, put my head on the pillows and stuck my bum in the air. I glanced round to see Matt on the bed behind me. "Not too hot for you this time am I?" I enquired in a joking way. Matt placed his hands on my hips and slowly entered me. "I think I can handle it" he coolly replied. 

As Matt's hard cock slid into me I could feel him in me. I felt full and more turned on than ever before. Matt gently moved back and forwards, his cock sliding effortlessly in and then nearly all the way out of me. As he got into his stride he increased the tempo. Each thrust sent a ripple of pleasure shooting through me. I placed my finger on my clitoris and began to pleasure myself. 

Matt placed his hands on my breasts and began to massage them. I could feel his warm hands squeezing and caressing them. I glanced round at Matt, he had a look of half concentration, half pleasure on his face. He saw me looking and gave me a cheeky wink. 

As my orgasm began to build I called out to Matt "Oh Matt, fuck me, that's amazing. Please don't ever stop fucking me!" Matt remained silent but thrust slightly harder. He placed his hands back on my hips to steady himself as he was now slamming into me now. 

The movement of my finger quickened and I knew that any minute I'd come. I felt like I might explode from all the pleasure in me. As Matt slightly slowed down and moved his hands again to play with my nipples it was too much to take. As he pulled and squeezed my nipples with his fingers I was over the edge and coming. "Oh, I'm coming, I'm coming" I moaned sofltly. The waves of pleasure radiated out and through me. I inhaled deeply, unable to move or speak. 

I just lay there with my head buried in the pillows enjoying every second of it and not wanting it to end. Matt's thrusts had slowed down again. His hands were still on my boobs but he was now gently massaging them once more. As my orgasm faded I glanced round at Matt. "Bloody hell!" I exclaimed. "You are amazing!". 




Getting It Out Of Our Systems Ch. 02



Author's Note - This scenario is another real-life situation that may (or may not) have developed in the way the story recounts. As before, any constructive feedback would be greatly appreciated! 

***** 

'Well if this is how I get welcomed back, I should go away more often!' Jill purred as she nuzzled into my neck contentedly and pulled the quilt up to cover our entwined, naked bodies. 

As she slowly drifted into sleep I stared at the ceiling, my mind whirring. Whilst she'd been gone, I had spent a memorable afternoon with Sally and I had thought of little else since. 

I had never cheated on Jill before, but the "dirty flirting" that Sally and I had shared via text and email had escalated to such a level of frustrated desire, that we had used Jill's absence to get the strong urges "out of our systems" by sharing intense, hot sex. 

Jill's return with the boys made the previously uncharacteristically peaceful house seem full of noise and chatter once more, aggravating the almost continuous feelings of guilt that I had been tormented with since my session with Sally. 

I had met Jill and the boys on the rainy platform of the local railway station with hugs. Small, intense moments of panic jolted me constantly, as if the secret of my betrayal was written clearly on my forehead. Amazingly, Jill seemed unaware of my discomfort, handing me gifts of a smart shirt, an expensive-looking bottle of Rioja and the latest CD of my favourite band as a 'missed you' present, stoking the embers of my guilt into a shameful blaze. 

The boys were so tired after their journey that they hardly protested at all when they were packed off to bed early. On an impulse, we opened the wine and I could feel the fuzzy warming effect relaxing my whole body. 

All was quiet upstairs when we went to bed, we went through our familiar night-time routines and slid under the duvet. 

Goodnight kisses had turned into lovemaking, but somehow, this time it was more fervent, more passionate. The memories of the encounter with Sally played out through my mind throughout, until I could almost picture her slim, lithe body under me instead of Jill's curves. 

As I lay wide-awake listening to Jill's steady, even breathing, I resolved that whatever Sally and I had together, it would have to stop. We had done what we had done in order to satisfy our mutual curiosity and desire, but no more. 

Since Sally and I shared that hot encounter, the only communication between us had been via text later that day. Sally had written: 

'Wow! xxx :-)' To which I had replied 

'Ditto xxx :-)' 

There had been nothing more since and, as I lay staring at the ceiling, I determined that I would not get into any sort of regular communication with Sally again. We had wanted to get it out of our systems and that's what we had done. 

Weeks passed and springtime blossomed into a hot, early summer. 

"What is it about the sun that makes people discard their inhibitions as well as most of their clothing?" I mused to myself as a group of sun-kissed girls, all dressed in skimpy tops and very short shorts strolled passed me chattering loudly. I was heading back to my office, sandwich in hand, top shirt buttons undone and sunglasses on. The baking heat was so intense that it seemed bounce off the dusty pavement to strike me in face. 

Crossing the road back to County Hall, it was a relief to step out of the heat and into the air-conditioned cool of the reception area. Behind the desk, Pamela looked up and nodded her acknowledgement of my return as she took another incoming call. 

County Hall was a huge, sprawling, gothic building that cast a grim shadow from its stone facade. It was notoriously difficult to heat in the winter, but its mosaic-tiled corridors were gloriously cool underfoot on days like this one. 

My office had previously been a storage area for the caretaker. When I had taken on this job nearly five years ago, I had been promised a new, modern office in the planned annex building upon it's completion, but the planning had been going on for years now and there was still no sign of any building actually taking place. My office was on the ground floor, tucked down the side of County Hall. Light came in, reluctantly, through row of narrow, frosted-glass windows set near the top of the walls and the fluorescent tubes cast a harsh, bright glare from the high ceiling. 

I unlocked the door and peeled off the post-it note that read "Back in 5 minutes" from where I'd stuck it near the handle and dropped it onto my desk along with my keys and sandwich. 

Despite the large electric fan at the far end of the office that was slowly tracking left to right and back again trying it's best to cool things down, the air was stale and stuffy. The small windows were opened as far as they could go, which amounted to only a couple of inches. 

I ate my sandwich slowly, whilst browsing the internet. People passed up and down the corridor outside my office door, but apart from that, the building seemed to slumber in a sunlit lunchtime siesta. 

The sound of footsteps approaching made me look up from my laptop. The door opened and Sally stood in the doorway. 

Sally wore a simple cotton dress that was such a pale-blue that it was almost white. It was gathered at the waist and ruched under the arms with a loop of elastic. Her exposed shoulders and neck had been caressed pink by the sunshine and she blinked as she removed her sunglasses, her eyes adjusting to the low light in the office. 

She glanced around the room, noting that we were alone and turned to me, smiling an awkward, almost apologetic smile. 

'Hello you.' She said. 

'Hi.' The tone of surprise in my voice was unmistakable. 'What are you doing here?' 

'Well that's a nice welcome I must say!' Sally retorted, her familiar, mischievous grin appearing once more, 'a girl might think that you weren't pleased to see me!' 

'I didn't mean it like that.' I stammered hurriedly, feeling my face flush and my heart starting to pound within my chest. 

Sally chuckled and stepped across the threshold and into the office. 'So this is where the magic happens?' 

I barked a short, mirthless laugh. 'Hardly!' I responded, 'but it does pay me a regular wage and it keeps me out of mischief.' 

'That's a shame.' Sally laughed, 'I like it when you're up to mischief!' A wicked grin flashed across her face. 

I laughed dryly, attempting to be cool whilst feeling my face colour and my hands start to tremble as a strange tension filled the room. 

An awkward silence descended and I saw Sally's smile fade. I wondered if she was thinking that this had not been a good idea after all. Part of me wanted her to leave; after all, we'd got all our pent up passion out of our systems hadn't we? At the same time however, another part of my mind was exploring the possibilities of the situation. 

I experienced a sudden, strong urge to pull Sally to me and kiss her. At the same time, I wished I could find a way to get her to leave that wouldn't hurt or offend her. 

Desperate to break the silence, I blurted, 'I like your dress...' and despite my resolution never to flirt with her again, I heard myself add, 'You're almost always in jeans, but like this, I get to see your legs.' 

Sally's smile reappeared. She took a couple of strides into the office, letting the door close behind her and span on the spot causing the soft cotton folds of her dress to fly outwards giving me glimpse of the bare flesh above her knees. 

The sight caused some vivid memories of the last time I'd seen Sally and suddenly her presence and the fact that we were alone together, caused my cock to twitch in the beginnings of arousal. 

The realisation made my cautious side reassert itself and I tried to steer the conversation onto safer territory. 

'Is Tilly not with you?' I asked. Sally's daughter was nearly two years old now. 

'No,' Sally replied, 'we were having a picnic in the park with my sister's family when they suggested that they would take care of her whilst I had some time off to do some shopping.' She waved the shopping bag from the local boutique that she was carrying. 'Then I found myself outside County Hall and thought I'd pay a visit to my favourite...' She turned and opened the door to read the nameplate on the outside. '...Resources Development Manager.' She closed the door once more, smiling that impish smile. 

'How many Resources Development Managers do you know?' I enquired. 

Sally put her head on one side, placed a finger on her lips and looked upward in a thoughtful pose 'Hmmm... Let me think... Well, I believe that that you're the only one, so you automatically qualify!' she laughed. 

After her laughter faded, that same tension seemed to fill the room once more. There was an almost tangible sense of anticipation and a taut silence fell. 

I thought that Sally must be able to hear my heart thudding as if it wanted to break clear of my ribcage. I struggled to think of anything to say to break the atmosphere but could think of nothing. The silence lengthened and deepened, heightening my senses. 

After what seemed like ages, Sally spoke. 'So you like my legs huh?' and she pulled the hem of her dress up above her knees to show them off. 

I chuckled weakly, super-conscious of her bare flesh almost within touching distance and the throbbing need that was now making my cock strain against the fabric of my trousers. 

'Yeah, they're OK I guess.' I replied, casually noncommittal, before indicating her dress and raising an enquiring eyebrow. 'A little higher maybe?...' 

Sally wore an expression of amused, drop-jawed outrage before she grinned and slid the hem a few more inches up her cream-coloured thighs. 

I nodded approvingly. 'Very nice... a little higher?...' 

Sally's grin widened and the hem slid higher still until it halted at the very top of her thighs, any higher and I'd be able to see her underwear. 

An intense urge to touch her, kiss her, taste her and fuck her obliterated almost all thought of anything that was going on outside my office. 

I grinned up at Sally. 

'A little higher?...' 

With a movement so quick that I almost missed it, Sally lifted her dress all the way up, before letting the soft material fall back to it's usual place. 

I sat transfixed, still staring at the creased folds of cotton in front of me visualising the dark triangle of Sally's pubic hair that had momentarily been revealed, she wasn't wearing any knickers. 

Another silence fell as I tried to process the sight I had just witnessed. 

I looked up at Sally, she was wearing an expression that seemed to be a mixture of apprehension and defiance. 

Now was the time to say the right thing. Now was the time to be sensible and back away from the situation. 

'Well...' I began, searching for the right phrase. 'Well... I guess when it's this hot, it's only sensible to wear as few clothes as possible.' 

Sally's expression softened and her cheeky grin returned. 

Still seated and trying to look cool despite my racing pulse, I pushed my chair closer to her. 

I met her gaze, inwardly cursing my weakness as I reached under her dress with deliberate slowness and brushed the inside of her thigh with my fingertips. Willing myself to take things slowly, I gently stroked the soft flesh, my fingertips following a winding pattern slowly upwards. 

As I stroked ever higher, Sally's head tilted backwards slightly in anticipation, her breathing was shallow and rapid and she shifted her stance, parting her legs for me to explore. As slowly as my desire would allow, my fingertips brushed across the smooth skin of her inner thigh until they reached their goal. 

I lightly moved a finger under her pussy before probing gently upward. Sally was so turned on that my finger slipped effortlessly between her wet pussy lips that were puffy with desire. 

Sally let out a soft exclamation, her eyes flying wide open as I probed upwards before pulling out and up to find the nub of her clitoris. With a slow, deliberate rhythm, I gently began to rub up and down, my fingers slick with Sally's juices. 

Without pausing I stood up, looking directly into Sally's wide eyes. I leaned in and kissed her fleetingly. 

'So if it's too hot for knickers, can I assume...?' and I hooked a finger over the elastic that held up the top of her dress. Unhurriedly, I pulled downward, sure enough, Sally was braless and the elastic snagged on her taut, erect nipples. I gently increased the tension until, almost simultaneously, the elastic pinged downwards, revealing Sally's small, perky tits. 

Sally threw her head back with the sensation. 'Oh fuck!' she hissed in a near-whisper. 

I was dimly aware that the office door was unlocked and if anyone came in now, it would be very hard to explain away what was going on! 

'Hang on,' I said reluctantly pulling away from Sally only to have her entwine her arms around me and try to draw me closer, trying to kiss me. 

'No, wait.' I protested as I tried to extricate myself from her embrace, 'what if someone comes?.' indicating the unlocked door. 

Sally looked me with a coquettish glance. 'Well with any luck it'll be me!' and she giggled as her arms tried to entangle me once more. 

I grinned and chuckled as I firmly pulled myself clear of her, very aware of her naked breasts and bare legs that seemed almost to shine in the dim light of the office. 

I picked up the 'Back in 5 minutes' post-it note and, after checking that the corridor was clear, stuck it back on the outside of the door, closing and locking it behind me. 

I switched off the lights so that the darkness behind the frosted glass panel in the door would make the office look empty to anyone passing by. Now that the door was locked, I felt more relaxed and able to concentrate on Sally's lithe, semi-naked body. A ball of excitement seemed to be building up in my core, looking for release. I turned to see that Sally's face was wearing a sulky pout. 

'What's the matter?' I asked, unsure if she was kidding around, or if I'd somehow managed to do something to upset her. 

In an overtly petulant voice she said, 'Is five minutes all I get?' 

I barked a laugh before replying in a half-whisper. 'Hey, I'm at work! Consider yourself lucky I don't invoice you for my time and services!' 

She took my hand in hers gave me a lascivious look. 'If I was paying you, you'd have to do anything I wanted you to.' She lifted my hand and placed it on her breast, I felt the firm nipple brushing against my palm and my cock twitched impatiently. 

I moved to her and we kissed, slowly, delicately at first, but with increasing intensity. 

My lips and tongue explored her silky mouth before travelling to her earlobe, down her neck, along her collarbone before descending to her breast. 

I took her whole breast into my mouth, letting my tongue slowly trace a small circle around her nipple and feeling it harden before flicking it with the tip. I felt Sally's body tense and her back arch, her whistling exhalation told me that I was hitting the spot. 

We kissed again and Sally began to unbutton my shirt. Three buttons down she ran out of patience and pulled it open with a swift movement. Thankfully the buttons remained attached. She kissed my neck and chest as her fingers fumbled with my belt, the still quiet of the office heightened the sensation, my hard cock aching for her touch. 

Having undone my belt, my Sally slid her hands under the waistband of my boxer shorts and grasped my buttocks. The movement seemed to release my jeans and they flopped to the floor softly. Sally sank to her knees whilst pulling my boxers down. They hooked themselves over the head of my throbbing-hard cock before it sprang free. 

Without hesitation, Sally's took my cock into her mouth. She gave it four or five shallow strokes before slowly sinking onto it, her lips sliding slowly down its shaft until she had almost consumed it all down to my balls. Powerful, blissful sensations fizzed through my body. I felt, a dizzying sense of detachment, the surrealness of the moment making me wonder if I was dreaming. 

With a gasp, Sally lifted her head off my cock that glistened with her saliva. I gave in to the desperate need that I felt in every part of my body and lifted her to her feet. As we kissed, I extricated one foot from its shoe and stepped out of my jeans so that I wouldn't have to waddle like a penguin. I was pretty sure that I looked ridiculous, but right now I didn't care, I had only one thought in my mind. 

With one quick movement I swept all the files, my half-eaten sandwich and computer mouse and keyboard to one side. I manoeuvred Sally until she was sitting on the edge of my desk. I was aware of her legs lifting and parting and the heat from her pussy pressing against the underside of my cock, the urge to get inside her was almost overwhelming. 

I eased back and felt Sally's hand guide the swollen, glossy head of my cock into her. With a one slow, smooth movement, I plunged the length on my manhood inside. 

Sally's eyes flew open, her mouth agape. 'Fuck!' She hissed as her legs wound behind my buttocks, pinning me inside her. 

My heart was thumping as the sensations flowed through me. My cock was so hard, it ached and the urge to start moving in and out of Sally was almost irresistible. I fought against the impulse, choosing to rise up onto my toes and feel Sally's clitoris grind against the base of my cock. Sally's eyes had slid out of focus, her mouth formed an 'O' shape and she was blowing short, harsh, breathy gasps. 

The sight and sound of Sally in a state of sexual arousal in my office where nothing exciting ever happens took me very nearly to the point of orgasm and I withdrew until just the head of my cock remained inside her. 

I took a few seconds to let things calm down and began to ease just the head of my cock in and out of her pussy lips, keeping my strokes really shallow. Sally's face contorted with the sensation and I could feel my face was drawn back into a rictus grimace as the sensations flowed through me. 

I increased the tempo of my shallow strokes and heard Sally's gasps intensify accordingly. Faster and faster I thrusted before sliding balls-deep into her once more. 

Sally let out and involuntary squeal and convulsed as her clitoris rubbed against the base of my rock-hard cock once again. 

She clung to me; her legs and arms wrapped tightly around me, her breasts pressed against my chest. Her hand curled around the back of my neck, I could smell the fragrance of her hair and feel her hot breath against me as she panted with desire. 

We remained entwined like that for what seemed like an age; our breathing the only noise in the silent office. Outside, someone wearing heels clicked their way down the corridor. For an awful second I thought that they were going to try to open my office door, but the sharp clicking carried on past and receded until the corridor was silent again. 

Sally lifted her head off my chest and looked up at me. We simultaneously burst into breathless giggling laughter. The whole situation was so crazy. Slowly I withdrew, enjoying the changing expressions on her face as I did so before slipping slowly back inside. I gave in to my urge to fuck her and began to thrust in and out to a steady rhythm, wanting to make the moment last, whilst aware that every second added to the danger of discovery. 

As I fucked her, I could sense the tension of an impending orgasm building within Sally. She was sitting upright on the edge of the desk, her legs still wrapped around my buttocks, her body pressed against mine, her nipples hard against my chest. Her hot breath was on my neck and her whispered moans were right in my ear causing me to twist involuntarily when the intensity of the sound touched a nerve. 




Getting It Out Of Our Systems Ch. 02



My senses were in overload, Sally's soft cries increased in pitch and intensity each time I bumped up against her clitoris, the sound was driving me on to an inevitable climax and then the phone on my desk rang. 

The harsh noise made me flinch with the shock and Sally squeaked a stifled scream. After a few seconds, the realisation of what was happening had sunk in, we grinned at each other, exhaling the fright as our hearts thudded. 

Ignoring the phone, I resumed my rhythmic thrusts, still close to orgasm despite the fright that we'd just experienced. The phone rang for a second time, a third and then, with a dawning horror, I saw Sally reach over, lift the receiver and hand it to me. 

For what seemed like ages I simply stood there, mouth agape, trying to process what I needed to do. Sally was smiling most unhelpfully up at me with unconcealed glee. 

'Hello?' I recognised that the tinny voice from the handset belonged to Laura, my line manager. 'Hello?...' 

I blinked stupidly, trying to think. I lurched into action, grabbing the phone handset and nearly dropping it. 

'Hi.. errm... hello?' I stammered. 

'Oh hi Matt, I'm glad I caught you,' Laura asked in her brisk, business-like style. 'I need ask you a favour.' 

'...erm... OK' I felt befuddled. Just trying to think clearly was an effort. Thankfully it seemed that Laura hadn't noticed my state of confusion and she carried on. 

'You presented the costings of the Hereford Road site against the average numbers of visitors at the last team meeting, well I wondered if you still had the raw data for that. You see I want to...' 

Sally leaned forward and drew herself up until her lips were at my other ear. 

'It feels so good to have you inside me again.' She whispered. 'I've wanted you inside me since we did it last time.' 

'...to present against annual costs, so that we get a picture of...' 

'...wanted you fucking me again with your big, hard cock...' 

I desperately tried to concentrate on what Laura was saying, but Sally's whispering was turning me on so much that I was well on the way to orgasm. I realised that I was still moving in and out of her with short thrusts that were almost involuntary. 

'...and from that, I can build a budget for pricing forecasts across all our...' 

'...I want to feel your hot cum inside me. I need you to fill me up with your sticky cum...' Sally's whispering increased in pitch and I wondered if she was about to climax. I was desperate for Laura to finish the call and ring off. 

'...from the North West area team will be there and he could...' 

'...Oh God! Fuck me! fuck me harder!' 

In spite of the perilous situation I was in, I couldn't resist the need to thrust in and out of Sally's hot, wet depths. My face was pulled into a silent, strained rictus as I fought down the urge to gasp with pleasure. Sally's mouth had dropped open, her head tilted back and her eyes were wide as saucers as our bodies bumped together. Suddenly, silently, she climaxed. Her body jerking with spasmodic shudders. 

'...so if you can send me the file over today, I can have something for Tuesday's team meeting. Is that OK?...' 

Icy fear gripped my insides. I thought that I'd been taking at least some notice of what Laura was saying, but I realised now that I had lost track of our conversation completely. What file was she referring? I couldn't ask Laura what she was talking about, what was I going to do? 

As Sally's orgasm faded, she released her hold around my neck and leaned back across my desk, her breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She grinned up at me. 

The respite gave me a chance to piece together my conversation with Laura, the silence had lengthened and she must be wondering why I hadn't replied. I made an educated guess. 

'No problem,' I said, my voice sounding surprisingly calm 'did you need the whole file from Hereford Road, or just the core data?' I shut my eyes and prayed that I hadn't just made a complete fool of myself. 

There was a silence on the other end of the line and my stomach lurched as I assumed the worst. 

'Hmmm... Good point,' Laura said, 'Send me the whole Hereford Road file and I'll pick the bits out that I need.' 

My shoulders sagged with relief, 'no worries, I'll dig it out this afternoon.' 

'Cool, thanks Matt, 'bye.' To my utter relief the line went dead. 

I stood for a moment, waiting for my heart rate to return to something close to normal. The office seemed dim and deeply silent. It was almost a surprise to find that I was still buried inside Sally who was looking up at me with mock innocence. 

'So who was on the line?' She enquired matter-of-factly. 

'That.' I replied, sliding out of her and pulling her to her feet, 'that was my boss.' my tone of voice expressed my displeasure. 

'I thought you handled it brilliantly!' Sally said effusively, trying to hold me once again. 

The adrenaline that was thundering around my bloodstream seemed to heighten my lust for her, but also my resentment at the way she had put me in that situation. A hot rush of anger coursed through me, but it was mostly directed at myself. Why had I allowed this affair to happen in the first place? What sort of weak man was I? How had she just waltzed back into my life and two minutes later we're shagging again? Why did she have this affect on me? 

'Turn around.' told Sally brusquely. Her eyes widened enquiringly and she took a moment to try and gauge my mood before obediently turning her back on me. 

'Bend over.' I instructed. Sally glanced back over her shoulder at me before placing her hands on the desk and bending over, pushing her shapely ass towards my still stiff cock. 

The last time we'd been together I'd tried fucking Sally from behind as we had both admitted that it was our favourite position. At the time I'd had to stop, because it was so damn sexy I'd been about to blow my load after only half a minute, but now was different. My body ached with the need to climax and at the same time I was very aware that the longer this went on, the greater the risk of discovery. I'd decided that I was going to fuck Sally greedily, selfishly and as quickly as I could. 

I pushed my way inside her, grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto me and rocked my hips forward until I was buried in her hot, wet, depths and her buttocks were squished up against me. 

A low moan escaped Sally's lips and she rested her elbows on the desk, pushing her butt even higher. Holding onto her hips, I started to thrust in and out, bouncing against her in a rapid, rhythm that made her buttocks clap against my stomach, and caused ripples to dance across the sensuous curve of her flesh. 

I knew it wouldn't take long as the sight of her bare back and ass with the crumpled ruin of her dress in between was so sexy. However, as I pounded away, the soft clapping of our bodies seemed to fill the office with a trance-like rhythm and I felt some control returning. 

I increased the tempo and the desk started to rock back and forth. Pens rattled in my desk tidy and a pile of papers slid to the floor. I speeded up again relishing the slapping sound as our bodies came together in a rapid, relentless rhythm. 

Suddenly, Sally started to emit short sobbing noises and for a second I thought I might be hurting her. I have always thought that sex should be fun, tender and passionate. I've never believed that it should be uncomfortable or painful, so for the briefest moment I hesitated. 

Sally must have sensed it as she turned her head to look at me, she was wide-eyed and her mouth was agape. 

'Don't stop! don't fucking stop! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!' 

I felt movement near the underside of my cock and realised that Sally was pleasuring herself as I pounded her from behind. 

The knowledge that she was about to climax pushed me over the edge. I speeded up the tempo and force of my thrust once more and felt my cock stiffen even further causing more gasps from Sally. 

A familiar woozy, detached feeling fizzed behind my eyes and as Sally's hips began to buck spasmodically as her orgasm ripped through her, I came inside her, plunging into her slick, wet depths over and over and over until I shuddered to a halt. 

Sally had fallen forward, her head on the desk, eyes closed, shoulders heaving as she panted. I fell forward, resting my forehead on her back breathing heavily onto her sweat-sheened skin. 

We stayed like that for a while, as our breathing slowed and heart rate returned to something like normal and the juddering aftershocks of orgasm faded. Eventually I raised my head, planted a series of kisses down the bumps of her spine and withdrew. 

My swivel chair creaked indignantly as I flopped back into it. I pulled my trousers back on and attempted to button up my shirt as quickly as my trembling hands would allow. 

Slowly Sally raised herself from the desk and turned to me, her face flushed and shiny with sweat. We shared a weak, breathless smile as she lifted the top of her dress back into place and smoothed the skirt down again. 

We didn't say anything at all until I'd finished dressing and then our eyes met and we both burst into giggling laughter. Once the sound died, the strange awkwardness returned and there was silence. 

I stood, gestured aimlessly towards the door, and murmured 'I'd best open it.' 

I moved on still-shaky legs to the door and unlocked it. I opened it and retrieved the "Back in 5 minutes" post-it note. The corridor was still empty. 

Turning back into the office, Sally was picking up her shopping bag and trying to smooth out the creases in her cotton dress. She smiled at me. 

'I got to go darling, they'll think I've deserted them.' 

She kissed me lightly on the lips, stood back and looked at me thoughtfully for a second or two before sighing a small sigh and headed for the door. 

'I'll see you sometime?' I blurted out the question before thinking about what I was asking. 

Sally's familiar grin returned. 'You mean I'm still not out of your system?' 

I flushed an even deeper red than the afternoon's exertions had done already. 

'Maybe...If you're a good boy.' and she laughed. 

I grinned back, not knowing what to say and another silence fell. 

Suddenly, Sally's expression changed, her eyes flew wide open and her knees seemed to bend and twist. 

'Shit! shit! SHIT!' She cursed, still whispering. 

'What's the matter?' I replied concerned. 

Half laughing, half squealing she giggled, 'Your come is running down my legs!' She twisted her legs further. 'Oh fuck! How much did you pump into me?' 

I laughed, relieved. 'The loos are just down the corridor to your left.' I pointed out. 

'I know darling,' she chirped back. 'The lady on reception told me when I asked where I could find you. Where do you think I took these off?' and she pulled a pair of white lacy knickers out of her shopping bag and waving them at me. 'See ya hun, 'bye!' and with a fleeting kiss on the cheek, she was gone. 

As the quiet descended once more I sat back in my chair feeling completely drained. My arms felt heavy and my unfocused stare drifted across the ceiling as an irrepressible grin spread across my face as I tried to process what had just happened. 

Footsteps clacked down the corridor and the office door opened. Pamela from reception entered the office with a sheaf of papers in her hand and walked over to the photocopier without sparing me a glance. She woke up the photocopier with quick, business-like efficiency and the machine was soon chuntering and whirring. 

'What are you smiling at?' Pamela had glanced up and seen my pre-occupied smile, now she eyed me suspiciously. 

'Nothing.' I assured her, trying to stop smiling and now finding it impossible to do so. 'Can't a guy be happy in his work here?' 

Pamela's eyes narrowed. 'No.' she replied brusquely. 'Not here they can't.' 

I shrugged, my grin still fixed firmly in place and proceeded to pick up the papers that had fallen off my desk earlier with the air of cheerful innocence. 

'I guess I'm the exception then.' and I chuckled before retrieving my mouse and keyboard and pretending to be absorbed in something on my computer screen. 

Pamela collected her photocopying and exited the office with a final, mistrustful look. I smiled back at her, laughing silently as her footsteps faded.



Getting It Out Of Our Systems Ch. 02



"Well, I try my best!" Matt replied. 

Matt withdrew his still erect penis from me. I turned over and so he was now straddled over me. I looked at him, at his body. The man I'd been secretly attracted to for so long and who I'd had so many fantasies about was now here, naked, and about to fuck me again. Just the thought of that made me tingle down there. My eyes landed on Matt's penis. It was still rigid and standing to attention but now slippery and wet from my juices. 

I spread my legs and guided the head of his penis into me. I was so wet that Matt slid effortlessly in. Our eyes met as he sank down and he let out a groan of pleasure. "Oh Sally, you are one hot, sexy woman!" he whispered in my ear. I replied by passionately kissing him. The kiss was so deep and intense, ours tongues exploring each other's mouths as though we were trying to devour each other. 

Matt reached out and took my hands in his, pinning them to the bed by ears. As our fingers entwined I was trapped but couldn't have been any more willing to submit to him. At that moment I was all his and he could have pretty much done anything to me! 

As Matt broke the kiss he raised himself up on his arms so he could nearly but not quite withdraw and then enter me again. I could feel his big, hard cock moving back and forth. He was slow at first and then gradually speeded up. We looked into each other's eyes and the electricity crackled between us. 

Matt lowered his body down on to me. The feel of his skin on mine was bliss. I wanted him even closer to me so I wrapped my legs around his back and arched my back. Matt penetrated me even deeper. He speeded up his thrusts and I thrust in time. 

As our bodies collied together with each thrust I felt those familiar waves of pleasure growing again. As we got quicker and quicker I could tell from the look on Matt's face that he was close too. "Oh fuck me Sally, fuck me really hard. I'm so close" Matt said breathlessly. "I want to come in you". 

I lowered my legs and we went for it even faster and harder. We were both breathing hard, our skin damp with sweat from the exertion. I wrapped my arms around Matt's back and held him tight as we fucked each other harder and harder. Matt closed his eyes and I knew he was coming. I was coming too. The pleasure was almost too much to take. I shuddered as my muscles spasmed out of control. I could feel myself beyond my control gripping and releasing Matt's hard cock . 

Matt gasped as he came. His face still for a moment and then as he finished coming the biggest smile I'd ever seen spread across his it. He collapsed, totally spent onto me , unable to move. His head was buried in my hair and neck. I could feel his cum trickling inside me, all warm and wet. 

We lay there completely and quite literally shagged out. After a while Matt raised himself up and withdrew from me. He sat with his legs straddling me and so I was trapped under him. "Mr Forrester" I exclaimed. "You should come with a warning! And I think you should be called Mr Phwoarrester!!" 

"Was it good for you darling?" Matt enquired. 

"Hmm, it was alright! " I casually replied as a I started to grin. Matt grabbed me round the waist and tickled me. I giggled and squealed with delight. "I'm joking, it was fucking amazing!!" 

Matt climbed off me, moved next to me on the bed and lay his head back on the pillows. I put my head on his shoulder and he wrapped his strong arm around me and pulled me close. 

As we lay there catching our breath, our hot, damp skin on one another I knew again that we had failed, we'd failed to break the attraction and desire for each other and that we'd failed to get it out of systems. My body and mind were both fucked but I knew I still wanted more.



Getting It Out Of Our Systems



Sally followed my glance, her eyes widening as she took in the image. 'Oh God! Fuck me! Give it to me NOW!'

Her encircling legs gripped me hard, encouraging me to increase my tempo, our bodies clapping together, her cries of passion getting louder.

I took Sally's hand in mine and gently raised it to my mouth. I could see momentary puzzlement cross her face, wondering what I was doing. Taking her index finger and middle finger into my mouth, I sucked on them gently. Once they were slick with my saliva I pulled them out and slowly lowered them until they were touching the top of her pussy. 

'Touch yourself.' I instructed, my voice curiously husky. 'I want to see you playing with yourself while I fuck you.'

I had never asked anyone, not even Jill to do something like that, but if this was going to be a one-off I didn't want to regret missing out on something that I desperately wanted to experience. 

Sally's eyes flew wide open at my orders, for a second I thought that she was going to object, but her wetted fingers began to rub her clitoris in short, quick circles. 

I was fucking her hard and fast now, Sally's mouth was open in a silent scream as she reached orgasm. I felt her body tensing, building higher and higher, her busy fingers rubbing faster and faster and then she wailed as her whole body shook violently. 

'OH!-MY!-FUCK!-KING!-GODDDD!' She cried as shockwaves of pleasure ran all over her body. She drew her knees upwards. Uttering short gasps, her body jerked in rapid, rhythmic spasms, as the orgasm passed through her.

I slowed my rhythm almost to a standstill as the aftershocks juddered through her. She lay back onto the bed, her arms thrust outwards at odd angles and her eyes tightly closed as the orgasm gradually subsided. 

Eventually I felt the tension leaving her body, she opened her eyes once more, caught my eye and gave a short, almost self-conscious laugh. 

'See what we've been missing all these years?'

I smiled back at her and made no answer. 

'How do you want to take me now?' Sally smiled up at me mischievously. 

'I heard that you like it doggy style don't you, you dirty girl?' I grinned back. 

We'd once had a text conversation about favourite sexual positions and we had both agreed that doggy style was our first choice. I remember fantasising for days afterwards about what it would be like to fuck Sally like that and now it was actually happening! 

I withdrew my slickened manhood from her and she rolled over, jumped up onto the bed and pushed her lovely ass up into the air like an open invitation. 

I didn't need asking twice. I clambered up onto the bed behind her and, pausing to run my hands greedily over the curve of her hips, I slipped my cock back inside her. 

The feeling of her tight pussy around my cock were so deliciously intense, and the short gasping moans that Sally was making, pushed me suddenly to the point of orgasm and in a panic I had to pull out until just the head of my cock was inside her. I exhaled blowing hard and puffing my cheeks out. Desperately willing the feelings to subside. 

Sally threw a puzzled look over her shoulder. 'You OK?' she asked.

'Oh yeah!' I said with feeling, 'I just don't want to come...not just yet anyway.' 

Sally smiled back at me and ever so slightly moved her bottom so that it slid onto the head of my cock and off again rapidly. 

'Bloody hell!' I cried, holding her hips and trying to keep control. 

'But I need you to fuck me!' she cried theatrically. At the same moment she pushed herself backwards onto my cock taking it's slick length inside her.

'Shit!' I hissed and moved away, withdrawing completely, desperately willing the fizzing hardness in my manhood to abate. 

Sally chuckled and enquired innocently, 'What's the matter?' 

'You're too fucking hot, that's the matter.' I said with a rueful grin. 'We'll try it another way, how'd you like to be on top for a bit?'

Sally giggled and raised an eyebrow. 'Oh baby, I thought you knew. I'm always on top!' 

She moved to let me lie down and then straddled me, reaching for my erect member and guiding me into her once more. As she slid onto me, I saw her bite her lip, her brow furrowed with the sensation.

She began to rise and fall, rocking her hips up and down. I felt her wetness running down over my balls in a ticklish trickle. 

The feelings weren't so intense now, my cock was hard, but no longer in danger of exploding and I started to relax and enjoy the blissful feelings radiating from my loins. 

I took another glance in the mirror, I could see Sally's body bend and flex rhythmically on top of my prone figure. The sight was such a turn on that my cock swelled to full hardness. Sally obviously felt it because her head tilted backward and she uttered a soft 'ooh... fuck!'

I slid my hands from her bottom, up, across her smooth pale skin until my fingers closed on her breasts. 

Trying to match the tempo of her movement, I gently, but insistently pinched and plucked at her hard nipples, causing Sally to moan louder and louder, the pace of her thrusting hips increasing. 

Harder and faster she drove down onto me, leaning forward, her short staccato moans increasing in pitch as she approached another climax. 

I shifted my hands to her hips and rocked them down hard, grinding her onto the base of my cock. At the same time I thrust my hips forward so that my cock was slamming into her rapidly. 

Sally had stopped moaning, in fact it looked like she had stopped breathing, eyes wide, mouth agape, seemingly frozen at the point of orgasm. She began to tremble as the climax built to its crest. I quickened my thrusting until she was shaken by sudden powerful quaking shudders. She cried out, almost as if in pain as the spasms rocked through her again and again. 

As the tremors began to subside, Sally collapsed on top of me, breathing short, gasping breaths down my neck, her soft, fragrant hair spilling all over my face.

I lay there, giving Sally time to come round. My manhood was rock hard and my body craved a release.

After a while, Sally slowly raised her head from my neck. Her face was flushed and she laughed weakly. 

'Bloody hell!' she said with feeling and we laughed. 

The laugh turned into a long, slow kiss, her hair falling around our embrace like a curtain. 

For fun, I tensed my cock so that it swelled and twitched within her. She squealed. 

'Mr Forester!' She said in mock surprise, 'It appears that you are still in a state of arousal!' She grinned knowingly. 'What would you like to do with me now?' 

My heart leaped as I heard myself saying in offhand tones, 'Oh let's see... Hmm... I seem to remember that you did say something about a birthday present.' 

Determined not to be out-cooled, Sally replied as if trying to remember, 'Oh yeah... that's right... a birthday present...' Then her mischievous smile curled at the corner of her mouth, 'I thought I'd get you socks this year, is that OK?' 

I tickled her, making her yelp and giggle, twisting away from me. 

'OK! OK! I surrender' she cried laughing. 

Her smile faded as she unhurriedly leaned forward and kissed me deep and slow. When she eventually broke the kiss, her wicked smile was back. She raised herself off my cock that slapped damply onto my stomach.

She kissed my ear and neck before descending across my chest and was about to go lower when I spoke. 'Not here; over there.' I rose from the bed and stood a few feet in front of the mirror holding out my hand to her as an invitation for her to join me. 

'You've had this all planned out for a while haven't you?' Sally accused me playfully. 

'This scenario might have crossed my mind once or twice.' I replied with comic innocence. Sally chuckled, rose slowly from the bed and crossed the room to where I stood. We kissed again, my cock stiffening once more at the prospect of what was about to happen. 

Sally sank to her knees and wrapped her hand around the base of my cock. Her eyes met mine and never broke away even as she took my cock into her mouth. 

She started to suck me, slowly, softly. The gentle sensations felt amazing, my swollen and hard cock was ready to blow its load. 

Sally still met my gaze as she gradually increased the tempo. Her hand was working the base of my cock in time with her mouth that was busily sucking on the head. After a while she stopped sucking long enough to pass her flickering tongue around the top of my cock and beneath the head. It looked so sexy. 

I looked at her pretty face; the thought of making a sticky mess all over it thrilled me. Sally continued to meet my gaze as she popped my cock back into her mouth and began to suck once more only this time harder and quicker than before.

I didn't feel in control of my own body. Powerful sensations running through me were bending me over and making me tremble. My face was drawn into a grimace, teeth grinding, a whooshing noise seemed to be echoing around the inside of my head. Out of the corner of my eye I caught the reflection of Sally in the mirror, her head bobbing to and fro, her mouth consuming my swollen cock, her fair hair flicking back and forth with the motion. It was like watchng a porn film and being in it at the same time. 

With a swift movement, I withdrew, reached a hand around the back of her neck and tilted her head back. At the same time I grasped the base of my cock and started stroking it rapidly. 

'Open your mouth.' My voice was husky, almost guttural. Sally did so, her eyes still locked onto mine. The whooshing noise increased until I could hear nothing else, there was a dizzying rush behind my eyes, this was it.

I came so hard it almost hurt. The first gout of cum flew into Sally's hair leaving a sticky trail across her cheek. The next and the next and the next splashed across her lips and eager tongue. 

'Suck it! Suck it! Suck it!' I hissed as my body was convulsed with spasm after spasm. 

Sally took my cock into her warm, wet mouth and sucked me hard and fast. I came and I came and I came.

Slowly the orgasm passed, my legs felt almost unable to support me, I held onto the mirror to stay upright. I felt weak, spent.

Sally had slowed her sucking until she stopped. She popped my cock out of her mouth with a comical noise and smiled up at me. All around her mouth and over her chin was a sticky mess and one eye was half closed as a sticky string of cum trembled on her eyelash. 

She chuckled. 'Happy birthday to you!' 

She took my cock in her hand and gently milked the last ooze of cum from it before sucking it off the tip. 

One eye still half shut she turned to look at herself in the mirror, she burst out laughing. 

'Look at what you've done you messy boy!' She turned to me, 'Hand me a few tissues darling, this will take some cleaning up!' 

I flopped down onto the bed feeling exhausted, pulled a handful of tissues from the box and handed them to Sally. She stood, her back towards me as she looked closely in the mirror and began to wipe up the sticky mess. 

I lay back onto the bed, my limbs feeling heavy as lead. I gazed at Sally's naked form. My gaze wandered up her slim legs and followed the curve of her bottom around her hips and upward until it was lost in the cascade of her hair. 

As I watched, I knew that we'd failed completely. If the idea was to get our curiosity and attraction for each other "out of our systems" it hadn't worked. Already I was aware of the feelings of guilt that were stabbing at my gut, but even more compelling was the knowledge that Sally wasn't out of my system, it wasn't out of my system, quite the opposite, this was just the beginning...