12 comments/ 100497 views/ 23 favorites Something In Her Eyes Ch. 01 By: Jayded_Lust To my baby, my love, my inspiration, my soulmate. Merry Christmas. ---------(_*_)--------- Glen smiled to himself as he watched her work the courtroom. Both the judge and the jury seemed to be under her spell. Judge Harold T. Stone routinely shot down objections raised by the defendants' attorneys, allowing her to continue in her line of questioning. She was definitely sexy, even without trying to be, but that wasn't the reason that the entire courtroom was captivated. Her makeup was subtle, her dress stylish and classy, but definitely not meant to overly accentuate the sensual curves of the lithe body underneath. Her voice was warm and rich, but that wasn't it either. Instead, her allure emanated from the fact that she was smart, witty, even funny at times, but she was also tough. Everyone in that room who had either seen her work before or who knew of her reputation knew that she took no shit from anyone. When she knew she was in the right, she'd fight tooth and nail to defend her position and her clients. Still early in her law career, she'd taken on some of the big boys at the major firms and won. Jordan was aware of the man sitting in the back of the courtroom watching her intently. He'd attended her last three trials but they had never spoken or been introduced. He just sat and watched her every move, taking copious notes. He did not look unfriendly, but she knew who he must be. His handsome face, dark features, well-tailored suits, and disarming smile had to be a ploy to get her off of her guard. He most certainly was there as a spy for one of the corporations she had pending litigation against. It gave her a rush, actually, knowing that multi-billion-dollar corporations respected and feared her enough to send a spy to learn her style and try to gain an upper hand before facing her in court, but she also did not want to tip her hand to all her strategies. The attention certainly helped keep her on her toes, always striving to think of something new, never ending her research for legal precedents that may work in her favor. She was greatly surprised, however, on the day the jury delivered its verdict in her favor and he came up and introduced himself afterward. She learned that he was spying on her alright, but not for another company against whom she would soon face in court. He was spying on her because he wanted to hire her himself. "Glen Arrington," he said in a deep voice, introducing himself and standing slightly taller than her. He shook her hand firmly, enveloping her small hand in his two warm ones. The AC in the courtroom often left her hands cold, and she appreciated his warmth. His well manicured hands were large, strong. For propriety's sake she withdrew her hand reluctantly and gave her name. "I know who you are, Jordan. The best damn labor lawyer in the city, maybe this side of the country." "What do you mean, 'maybe'?" she said playfully, feigning cockiness with a gleam in her sparkling green eyes. Those eyes were alluring and her smile was wide, obviously high off of her legal victory. Although he was anticipating working with her, Glen had no idea how much those eyes would mesmerize him in the months to come. "We'll see if you're the best in the country after you take my business," he shot back, not missing a beat. "What makes you so sure I will agree to represent you, Mr. Arrington?" "Because it's a good cause, and it's a challenge. If there is anything I've learned about you while watching you over these last several months is that you love a just cause and you love to be challenged, pushed to your limit, to see if you can excel beyond it. And please, call me Glen." Jordan was astounded that he could assess her so well having never even spoken to her before. It was a bit unnerving, but she tried her best not to show it. "And just what is this cause that I won't be able to refuse?" she asked. "I run a rehabilitation program for people with mental health problems, many recovering addicts and ex-offenders. By the time they've gone through my program, my clients have paid their debt to society, they've gone through an intense and thorough 12-step program, they've gone back to school and they've been well trained for jobs in the field of their education and interest. But many companies discriminate against them because of their record, or will hire them but at a greatly reduced salary scale not commiserate with their knowledge and skill set. We're looking for a lawyer willing to take on these discriminatory practices and help put an end to them." "That will be very tough," she replied, the smile on her face fading into a look of reservation. "First, we'd have to be able to prove that these hiring and wage decisions are based solely on the incarceration factor, so we'd either need documentary evidence or an inside witness. Then we'd also be dealing with societal stigma that would tend to favor the companies. You're talking about a long uphill battle, with no guaranteed outcome and no promise of recovering a settlement." "I admitted it would be a challenge," Glen said, acknowledging the difficulties, "but few causes are more worthy than people working hard to turn their lives around and be positive contributing members of society." They looked at each other intently for a moment as he paused. "Listen, don't make a decision now. Here's my card. Come by and see the operation and meet some of the clients, then make your decision." Glen put his card in her left hand and again shook her right. There was an intensity to his stare, and something about him that made her want to at least learn more. "Perhaps I will, Mr. Arrington. My assistant may give you a call next week to set something up." "Please make sure of it," he asserted, friendly yet demanding. "If I won't be hiring you then I will need to start my research all over again. All I ask for is a bit of your time to give us an assessment. And again, please call me Glen." He still had not let go of her hand. "Well ok, Glen," Jordan said, breaking out once again in a smile, enjoying his assertiveness with its flirtatious undertones. She had misjudged him as a corporate spy but gladly so. Just maybe his was a challenge worth accepting. She needed to do some further research first. ---------(_*_)--------- Jordan worked at an office out of the home she shared with her fiancé of three years. Just five years ago, she was a paralegal in a major downtown firm, now she worked for herself specializing in labor law. She was known and revered as one of the top labor attorneys in the region, fighting diligently for fair hiring practices and safe working conditions. Worker's groups loved her and large corporations feared her. In only a short time, she had come a long way from the green junior paralegal she used to be working at Melveany & Meyers. That firm was now her major competitor, and the competition did not always play fair. It did not matter, though, she was tough, and by herself managed to hold her own against the big boys. 'They were not all bad times,' Jordan thought as a sly grin crossed her lips, remembering a wicked time she had while trapped in an elevator with a senior partner. But those days were long gone... Working from home afforded Jordan quiet and serenity to balance the hectic life of a high powered labor attorney. Her office was not actually in her house, but in a small cottage on her property in which her mother had lived before passing. Though still devastated by her mother's recent passing, it pleased Jordan to have built such a successful career out of the space that, even though converted into a legal office, was still filled with the comfort of her mother's love. She had moved out all of the furniture but retained the plants her mother kept while living there, and they flourished in her office, bathing the space in green warmth. Jordan also had a paralegal assistant that came in Tuesdays-Fridays. Monday was a day for herself, preparing, reading, research, or whatever else may need to get done that required privacy. It was the perfect system that suited her lifestyle well and allowed her career to flourish. Jordan walked into her office and turned on her computer to do some background research on Glen. She quickly found a web page describing his program and his extensive experience in the field. Among the profile pages of the board of directors she found his, complete with a handsome picture of him that showed off his charming smile. 'He does look delectable,' Jordan thought. Satisfied that he had represented himself and his business truthfully, placed Glen's card and a stack of other assignments on her assistant's desk, along with a note for her to make an appointment with Glen to visit his rehabilitation center as soon as possible. She was still on a high from her major court victory. The rest of the work waiting for her that day could wait. She called her fiancé at his job to discuss plans to celebrate. ---------(_*_)--------- Glen thought back over his encounter with Jordan as he drove home from the courthouse. Over the past few months he came to really respect her legal intellect and her passion for justice, and he hoped she would take the cases of a few of his clients. In his mind, her eyes kept staring at him. He couldn't shake the image. They were an arresting shade of green, but beyond that was how expressive they were. He could not quite put his finger on it, but for some reason those eyes lingered in his mind. Glen had always recognized Jordan was attractive from his first day watching her in court. But he quickly put those thoughts out of his mind as he was in a committed relationship, which made her off limits. Besides, he noticed an engagement ring when he handed her his card, so he was off limits for her as well. It did not matter either way, he didn't like to mix business with pleasure, and because she was the best, he really wanted her services for his clients. Beautiful women come and go, he thought, but a legal talent such as hers, committed to fighting the good fight rather than just being a corporate whore, made her a rare hidden gem. It had taken him a long time to find her, so he needed to keep things professional. Friendly of course, but professional. He turned his music onto blast and zipped across town and headed home. His philosophy to life was simple, work hard to play harder. It was the main reason his girlfriend was so crazy about him. They shared an upscale apartment on the west end of the city. In their mid thirties, both of their careers had recently started to thrive. They were living the good life. ---------(_*_)--------- Jordan walked into the reception office of The Bridge Home community re-entry center. It was a beautiful three-story Victorian house that, just seeing it from the outside, you would never know that it was not the mansion of some large rich family. A well-dressed man greeted her from behind a reception desk in the front room. "Good afternoon, Miss, how may I help you?" the man asked with a welcoming smile. "I'm here for a 2:00 PM appointment with Mr. Arrington," Jordan explained, giving her name. "Of course, Mr. Arrington is expecting you," the man said. "Please follow me. Are you thirsty? May I get you anything, coffee, tea, fruit juice, or water?" he asked, opening a door for her to walk through. "No thank you," Jordan replied, quite impressed with his impeccable manners. "Well, my name is Michael, and if you change you mind or need anything else while you are here, just holler and I'll come running." "Thank you very much, Michael. I will keep that in mind." They came to an office door slightly ajar where Glen sat at a modest desk talking on the phone. Even casually dressed as he was on this day, he had a rugged handsomeness that Jordan could not help but notice. In just jeans, a black dress shirt and shoes to match, he looked delicious. 'Too bad I can't do anything about it,' she thought, pushing the thoughts out of her head. At the sight of Jordan he excused himself and cut the phone conversation short. "Come in, come in," Glen said, rising from his desk and coming to meet her, shaking her hand. He eyed her navy blue and stylishly cut skirt and blazer. Matching heels showed off her tone calves. Her hair hung loosely past her shoulders in contrast to how she would typically wear it in court. The dark blue fabrics highlighted the emerald green of her eyes. She did not fit the mold of a typical guy's jack-off fantasy: her breasts were pert but not bulging D-cups, nor was her behind a round globe of perfection. But Glen did not see them as flawed in any way. There was no denying it, he simply thought she was damn sexy. He would be in trouble if he was not careful. "Thanks Michael," he said as Michael excused himself to return to the reception desk. "Did you find the place OK?" "I did, I did, and the place is gorgeous. Your receptionist is quite exceptional, too. Where on earth did you find him?" Jordan asked. "He's one of our best clients, actually," Glen admitted. "One of the many true Bridge Home success stories. Why don't I take you on a tour of the house?" he asked. "Follow me." "Wow, is he an ex-offender?" Jayde enquired as they began the tour. "I can't believe it." "Yes, this most recent time he served 3 years before coming to us." As they talked, they visited the industrial kitchen also staffed and run by clients of the program. It reminded her of the atmosphere of a professional restaurant. They left the kitchen and moved toward another room. "So what was his offense?" Jordan asked softly after they were out of earshot. "Theft," Glen explained. "He became a world-class pick-pocket artist. Most drug-related crime is petty theft of property, which will quickly be used to buy more drugs. You see how a cycle develops." Jordan thought about that as they continued to tour the facility. "I'm actually glad you came today," Glen continued, "because our board members are here for the quarterly meeting. I've told them all about you and your credentials, and they are anxious to say hello to the talented attorney who has agreed to take on our case, or cases, depending on how it goes." "Now hold on a second, I have not agreed to anything yet," Jordan countered, smiling. "And besides, I still have some more questions to ask." "Ask away," Glen offered. "For starters, you said most of the people here who have criminal records were incarcerated for property crimes, but what about the rest of them? It makes quite a difference, for instance, to be defending the rights of violent criminals or sex offenders," Jordan said. "There are no sex offenders here, though they are really all the same, actually," Glen said. Jordan was about to disagree but he cut her off, explaining that "at the root of them both you're talking about mental health disorders." "I see you point, but I still think there is a huge difference," Jordan insisted. "Then tell me this," Glen countered as they stopped at the door of what looked to be the conference room. "What's the difference between a pick-pocket and a 'peeping Tom'?" "I don't know, tell me," Jordan said, sensing a riddle. "Well, the pick pocket snatches watches..." Glen quipped, then quickly opened the door and ushered her inside. As he introduced her to the gathered board members, Jordan struggled trying to figure out his meaning. When she got it, a flush of crimson washed over her face, just as she was shaking the hand of the head of the board. She struggled to keep a straight face, to smile politely without breaking out into laughter. She could not believe he had actually just made a reference to a peeping Tom as someone who "watches snatches." It was lewd, and inappropriate. Internally, she could not help but laugh. ---------(_*_)--------- After her visit to the program Jordan took a week to think over whether she would take on this case, or set of cases, depending on what kind of evidence they could gather. In the end, he was right about her in his assessment on the day they formally met. She did love a challenge and she felt strongly about supporting a good cause. She called Glen the following Monday to tell him the news and they set up a regular meeting schedule for Friday afternoons. These Friday meetings with Glen quickly became the highlight of her week. When Glen arrived that first Friday, she was knee deep working on a health benefit discrimination lawsuit on behalf of a lesbian couple. Jordan was frustrated. The company seemed to have the law on its side, and was only obligated to provide health coverage for its employee's legal spouses. Gay and lesbian couples were not allowed to marry, so it seemed the company was clearly not obligated to provide anything for the woman's partner. The question for Jordan was whether she would have to challenge the state's marriage policy in order to make gains with the employment issue. Glen recognized her frustration and they talked about the similar challenges they face in this respect. For Glen, policies regarding the lack of health care for mental health problems were a direct contributing factor to the very issues of substance abuse and incarceration, and the question always ultimately boiled down to at what level does one work to effect change? It was a bonding moment for the two of them, and for a second Glen forgot about her physical sex appeal, lost as he was in the intellectual attraction forming between them. "Enough about this case," Jordan said finally, "I'm wasting your time when you are here to talk about the work I will be doing for you." "Not at all," Glen replied, "lesbians are people too," he joked. "That reminds me," he said, changing his tone, "do you happen to know what the difference is between a lesbian and a Ritz?" "Oh no, not another of your naughty riddles?" she bemoaned. "Well," he said, pausing for effect, "the Ritz is a snack cracker..." Jordan thought about the joke for a minute then a sly grin broke out over her face. "You are a bad man, Glen" she said, "very bad." "Some might say I'm the best at being bad," he quipped. "Hmmm, we'll have to see about that," she said with a nonchalant shrug. "It seems to me, then, that you would know one need not necessarily be a lesbian to be a crack snacker." Glen paused for a minute and smiled broadly. "Oh how right you are," he said, looking at her in a different light, "because that would also make me a lesbian." They laughed together then, and got down to business. Jordan enjoyed her work, but it was rare that she got to laugh and joke all day in the process. Her radio was on softly in the background playing some of her favorite CDs. During pauses in their conversation, Glen began singing softly along with the music. Soon Jordan found herself singing along with him, which shocked her. She never thought of herself as having a good singing voice, and lord knows she never sang in front of other people... NEVA! So she shocked herself to be singing along with Glen in her office, surprised to feel so free with him. The feeling was exhilarating, though. When they finished for the day and it was time for Glen to leave, Jordan found herself wishing he could stay. When he left, she wished he was still there. She could not resist pulling up his website again to look at his picture. The tingles of desire began tickling her insides as she looked at his lips. Just then her assistant came in from the adjoining office interrupting her thoughts with a question about a brief they were preparing. She chastised herself for the thoughts she was having and quickly closed her browser window. 'I need to go cool off,' she thought. It was after 4:00, so she let her assistant go home early and closed up work for the day. ---------(_*_)--------- Something In Her Eyes Ch. 01 The following Friday afternoon Glen arrived again promptly at 2:00 pm for their appointment. They picked up right where they left off the previous week, working, laughing, joking, singing... the two were really starting to love their time together. After working straight for two hours Jordan broke and asked Glen if he would like some coffee. While they drank they took the time to chat and learn more about each other. After hearing that Jordan had some Scottish ancestry, Glen asked: "Do you happen to know why Scottish men wear kilts?" "I guess its tradition, but I have no idea, really," Jordan responded. "I heard it was because the sheep scatter at the sound of a zipper." "No you didn't," Jordan said. She could not help but laugh. "I thought you were being serious! Those are my people." "I know, got to love them with all of their faults, though," he said in mock seriousness. "You little shit," she said and they laughed together. Then they got back to work. As they plowed through the best possible candidates for a successful case out of all of Glen's clients, Jordan could not help but think about his sense of humor. The jokes he told her were becoming more and more risqué, but they were in sharp contrast to his professional demeanor. When they were engrossed in conversation about the case, Jordan was impressed with his intellect and his passion to help his clients. At those times, there was no hint of the sexual tension and the very naughty man that lurked deep within him. He had exposed that part of himself to her in tiny bits but had seen how he could turn it off on a dime and hide it completely. Jordan really liked that about him. Though she had not let onto him yet, it was a trait they shared. As a high profile attorney, if anyone ever knew what lurked beneath her surface it would compromise her terribly. There were some things about her even her fiancé did not know. After he left, Glen could not stop thinking about Jordan. She was getting to him. More and more during the day his thoughts would drift to her. He missed watching her in court, and he missed staring into her eyes. He could barely wait until next Friday. ---------(_*_)--------- At their next Friday meeting Jordan was visibly tired. It was weird though, because she had plenty of energy even though her eyes were a bit red and her hair looked a little disheveled. "What's wrong with you today, Jordan? You don't look your usual self," Glen asked. "And how is it that I usually look?" Jordan asked in return, avoiding his question. "Stunning," Glen said simply without pause or effect and looking directly into her eyes. Jordan smiled and confided in him what was wrong. "I did not get much sleep this past week or this past weekend, preparing for a big case I have that starts next Wednesday. When I take on these big corporations, they require soooo much more work than when I take on a small business. When you divide it up by the hours, the small cases against small businesses make just as much money so I don't know why I do this to myself, taking on these major companies." "That reminds me of a story," Glen said. "Oh God, here we go. Is this a real story this time?" Jordan smirked, but truthfully excited to hear another of his jokes. "Hey! All my stories are real!" "Mmm hmm, whatever!" she teased. "Just listen," he said. "This man goes out early one morning hunting deer. After waiting around all day without spotting anything, he finally sees a prime buck. He crouches down low and takes careful aim but just before firing his rifle, he gets a tap on his shoulder. He turns around to see a large black bear staring down at him. 'You have two choices,' the bear says. 'I can kill you now, or I can take you back to my cave and have my way with you.' Not wanting to die, the man chooses the cave. The bear takes him back to his cave and fucks him for an hour before letting him go." Jordan chuckled. "Pissed off and rather sore, the man sets out early the next day looking for revenge. After many hours of searching he finally spots the bear that assaulted him. He crouches down, takes careful aim, but right before he shoots he again feels a tap on his shoulder. This time turning around he spots a huge brown bear staring down on him. 'You have two choices,' the bear explains. 'I can kill you now, or I can take you back to my cave and have my way with you.' 'Shit!' the man exclaims. Again not wanting to die, he chooses the cave. The bear takes him back to his cave and fucks him brutally for hours before letting him go. "Even more pissed off and needing stitches, the man sets out the next week after recovering looking for revenge on the brown bear. After an entire day of endless searching he finally spots the brown bear that assaulted him so viciously. He crouches down, takes careful aim, but right before he shoots he again feels a tap on his shoulder. Turning he spots a polar bear staring down at him. 'Fucking, shit shit shit!!!' the man exclaims, 'I hate you fucking bears!' The polar bear gives him the same options, to kill him now or go back to the cave. The man again chooses the cave, cursing the entire way. The polar bear takes him and fucks him relentlessly for a week before finally letting him go. The man spends a whole month in the hospital recovering. When finally recovered, he sets out again looking for revenge. This time, he's armed with a pistol, two rifles and a shotgun, ready to kill any bear he sees. He's stays in the woods for two days and doesn't see one bear. Finally on the third day he spots the polar bear. He takes out his shotgun and prepares to fire but before he can get the shot off he gets another tap on his shoulder. The man turns to find an enormous grizzly bear staring down on him. The man starts cussing up a storm and says, 'Fuck it! Just kill me!' The grizzly bear just looks at him and shakes his head and says, 'No, just be honest, you're not really here for the hunting, are you?'" "Ha!" Jordan exclaimed, trying to pretend she didn't find the joke funny. "What the hell is a polar bear doing in the woods?" "Shut up, I couldn't think of the name for any more bears. You know that was funny." The side of Jordan's mouth rising in a smile betrayed her. "You're saying that if I keep going back for more punishment then on some level I must like it, huh?" "Well, if you consider a little backdoor action punishment, yeah," he quipped. Jordan didn't say a word and turned her head toward some imaginary document on her desk that needed her urgent attention, hoping he could not detect her exact thoughts on that particular subject matter. "And truthfully, that some people – for reasons of pride, ego or whatever – can't admit that it wouldn't be punishment at all," he added, pushing to see how far Jordan would go. Not to be outdone, she came back with a quick reply. "You're right, and men are the main ones to deny themselves the pleasure of a little prostate stimulation during sex." She looked at him with a triumphant smile on her face, daring him to either acknowledge or challenge the legitimacy of her claim. 'Touché,' he thought as he chuckled out loud. There was no comeback for that so instead, he changed the subject. They went back to work. If Jordan had been aroused after their previous visits, she was in full-blown lust now. He was flirting with her through his jokes, telling her – seemingly innocently – exactly what he wanted to do with her. She just knew it. It was in the way he looked at her when he said them, the way he held onto her hand when they greeted, like he wanted to hold more of her but knew he couldn't. It was getting to her, leaving her tingling between her thighs by the end of their meetings. She was tired and still had a lot of work to do, but she pulled up his picture again and began to imagine his lips on her, all over her, being her "crack snacker." Again she felt guilty and made herself stop. However, when her fiancé made love to her later that weekend, her thoughts drifted to Glen, wondering if he would violate her like the bears in his story, like she always wished her fiancé would but it just wasn't in him. Something told her it was in Glen, and that something kept her frustrated all weekend and would not let her rest. When Monday morning rolled around, she felt the need to revive a tradition she had not done in years. Back when her and her fiancé were first dating, the first day of the week used to also be her time for a little Monday morning masturbation. Usually on Sunday evenings he'd write her a sexy note as a follow-up to their dates on Saturdays. Then on Monday mornings, when she'd come into her office and check her email, she'd get so hot imagining what he might do to her on their next date that she'd have to touch herself. Eventually, she took to brining her toys in the office with her on Monday mornings in anticipation. She had two vibrators of choice: a thick, flesh-colored one curved at the tip for g-spot stimulation, and a slimmer one for her secret, smaller pleasure center that had yet to be properly... satisfied by her lover. In this respect, her masturbation sessions became more about what he didn't write, or what she hoped he would some day do to her, as opposed to what was actually in his letters. Over time, she came to realize and accept the fact that there was a dark part of her soul that wanted him to do things to her that she could never express – particularly if he was not similarly inclined with those same or similar dark desires. But he was so good to her in almost every other way, it did not seem right to go look for it elsewhere or give him up. So they got engaged, and as her business increased and his letters ceased, her Monday morning masturbation ritual had come to an end. Her toys remained tucked away in her drawer in their bedroom, and only once in a while did they get to come out and play. On this Monday, however, insatiably horny with thoughts of Glen in her mind, she grabbed her toys and headed to her office. She felt a twinge of guilt, but if she was going to remain faithful to her fiancé and not go crazy, she needed this release and needed it soon. She wanted to look at his picture while she did it, and her only computer was in her office. She only wore a tiny pair of shorts. Given her mood, she knew she would need to come back to the house and clean up afterwards and change clothes. Jordan reached her desk, turned on her computer and pulled up Glen's page. She slouched down in her chair bringing her ass up to the edge of her seat. She propped her legs up on the desk and pulled the thin fabric of her shorts to the side. She was already wet when she pushed the thick vibrator inside. There was a naughtiness to this that Jordan definitely missed. When she came, her orgasm was powerful. 'I'll need to bring a towel with me next time,' she thought to herself, looking at the sticky mess she made. ---------(_*_)--------- While taking a coffee break from their meeting the following Friday, a song from both of their childhoods came on her CD player and they both sang along loudly and free, without any reservation for how silly they looked if any third party happened to see. "This takes me back to my carefree days as a child, playing in the sun, running around outside from morning 'til dark. Like, do you remember blowing bubbles when you were a kid?" Glen asked, with an innocent child-like smile on his face. The playful kid in him was contagious. "Of course I do," Jordan replied. "Well..." he said and paused, "Bubbles called here looking for you today. I tried to protect your honor, and told him I just couldn't give out your num- Ouch!" Glen exclaimed from the hard punch Jordan delivered to his arm, laughing. "You ass!" she called him, trying not to laugh herself. He always managed to catch her off guard with his jokes, and in the most embarrassing of ways. They went back to work and managed to keep things professional for the rest of their meeting. They got a lot done, and Jordan announced that with all their progress, in a few more weeks they would be ready to file suit against the first company. In the excitement of the good news they hugged when it was time to say goodbye. The hug lasted a little longer and they both held each other a little tighter than they really should have, but it felt good. It felt damn good. It damn near made her excited enough to want to pull out her toys, but her assistant was in the next office. She'd have to wait until Monday, or maybe even during her bath that evening... ---------(_*_)--------- The following week, not wanting to wait five days to see her, Glen stopped by unannounced late Monday morning. His visit was unexpected, and came right after Jordan had masturbated and cum in her office. She scrambled to shove her toys in her drawer when she heard her buzzer indicating his arrival. However, the musky sweet smell of her pussy was ripe in the room, and she knew it. There was nothing she could do. She could open a window before going to let him in, but she knew the smell would not dissipate so quickly. She did not even have time to wash her hands. Instead, she wiped her gooey fingers on the dry part of her panties before kicking them under her desk. Then she walked to her door and opened it. Glen reached out to shake her hand, her right hand, the very one that was just buried in her drooling cunt. She did not want to awkwardly try and offer her left hand instead, when he could clearly see nothing was in or wrong with her right hand, so she shook his hand briefly and told him to come in and have a seat at the other side of her desk. While she talked nervously about updates in the case, she noticed his nose crinkle as it picked up on something in the air. Glen inhaled again through his nose, deeply this time and loud enough for Jordan to hear, trying to get a better sense of what it was he smelled. Jordan was truly mortified and near paralyzed with fear. Her heart was racing and she lost her train of thought. An awkward silence lingered for a brief moment before Glen broke it. "It smells delicious in here, Jordan," he said, without the slightest hint letting on that it was her sex he smelled. "I suddenly find myself rather hungry, which is unusual for me so early in the work day." Jordan tried to stop it but she was clearly blushing. She could feel the heat rising up in her face. To his credit, he pretended not to notice. "Would you like to join me for an early lunch?" "I, uh, I I wish I could," she responded, stumbling over her words and hating the fact that she had work to do that day that could not be put off. "I have some pre-trial motions to file down at the courthouse, so I'm afraid today is not a good day. But I'd love to join you some other time." "Some other time it will have to be, then," he replied, smiling with only slight disappointment in his voice. They chatted some more briefly before he suggested that he should probably go and let her finish preparing her pre-trial motions. "Aw, no naughty jokes for me today?" she enquired, with a gleam in her eye. "Well, as a matter of fact..." Glen stared at her with a wicked grin, trying to decide on the perfect joke for the occasion. Finally deciding on one, he began. "Years ago when I was still in college I used to work in construction during the summers. We needed to know a contractor's form of sign language as often it was too loud on the site to communicate otherwise. If you didn't know it when you first began, they taught it to you, and it was pretty easy to pick up. "Well one day we get this new guy on the job. He looks kind of sketchy but he's a good worker, so he stays. One day he and I are working together cutting metal when the boss motions to him that he needs to see him in the office right away. The guy makes the jack-off motion with his hand and goes back to cutting the metal with me. The boss gets irate, and motions again for him to come to the office right away. Again, the guy makes the jack-off motion and continues cutting. Well the boss was really pissed by then and stomps over to us and unplugs the saw, then lights into this guy: 'How dare you tell me to jack off when I tell you I need to see you! I don't know who the fuck you think you are but nobody talks to me like that around here! You can get your shit and get the fuck off of my work site!' "'But boss,' the guy exclaims, 'I wasn't telling you to jack off, I told you I was coming.'" Both of them broke out in full-belly laughter, and a new flush of crimson swept up over her face as she realized that he was also teasing her by telling that particular joke. The shit-eating grin on his face said it all. He knew exactly what she was doing before he came in her office, but in this way, he let her know that he respected her privacy enough to not embarrass her about it by mentioning it directly, and also let her know that he was cool with it. She wanted to hug him just then, and feel his large hands and strong arms wrap around her, but she thought better of it. There were physical boundaries that they should not cross if they were to remain good, and faithful to the other people in their lives. She stood and walked him to the door, trying to stand just close enough to get a whiff of his male scent before he left. It was clean, yet spicy with a hint of aftershave and the unmistakable smell of man underneath. She heard him breathe in deeply one more time... was he trying to get one last whiff of her? She looked down and swore she saw a slight tenting to the front of his black slacks that was not there when he came in. Before she could confirm, he reached for her right hand once again to shake it goodbye, blocking her view of his groin, and she was again mortified remembering that the hand he was holding was the one she had been using to masturbate, still likely ripe with the smell of her pussy. Oh well, there was nothing she could do about it now. She just hoped he would have an opportunity to wash his hands soon. Their eyes caught and the handshake lingered longer than it should have. There again, Glen thought, was something in her eyes. A joy, a sadness, a frustration, a longing, all of those emotions fighting within her simultaneously. At that moment Glen began to put his finger on it. There was some deep part of her that was unfulfilled. ---------(_*_)--------- Once Glen left her office, Jordan slouched down in her chair. The force of her orgasm, the fright at almost being caught, and then the raucous laughter, had left her drained. She needed to go clean up properly and then get her butt down to the courthouse. While in the shower, her thoughts kept steadily drifting back to Glen and she struggled not to begin touching herself all over again. She was beginning to realize that he was a man with a cool surface demeanor but who underneath was driven by passions. Like her, however, his professional obligations meant that he had to keep those sub-surface passions on a tight leash. When they were together, those passions seemed always on the verge of bursting forth, and you could pick up hints in the things he said. Jordan had spent enough time with him to pick up on all the double entendres, risqué jokes and quiet little side comments that constantly escaped his lips, which gave her a sense of just what lay beneath. Glen sat in his car for a while thinking about what had just transpired between the two of them. Had he really been smelling her pussy? He was almost sure it was her sex he smelled, and it was fresh, thick in the air, and it definitely smelled good. She couldn't have been having sex, he thought. She didn't look disheveled, and there was no one else around. He brought his hand up to rest his chin in his palm. That's when he knew. His dick hardened to full strength immediately before he could finish thinking it through. He had shaken her hand twice that morning, and now that same hand he had used to shake her hand smelled unmistakably of pussy. He brought his fingers and his palm to his nose, smelling more deeply, becoming harder in the process. He started his car immediately and sped out of there. He needed to get out of there and get home quickly, least he be arrested for public indecency: he needed to masturbate, soon. Something In Her Eyes Ch. 01 ---------(_*_)--------- Jordan felt particularly naughty on this particular day. After she recovered from being mortified that he almost caught her masturbating two weeks ago – while thinking of him, no less! – by the end of that week she was again anticipating their next meeting. She had purposefully held out on masturbating in her office for fear that the spontaneity of his next visit might again catch her in the act. Instead, she decided she would wait to masturbate again until right after he left, thereby insuring he would not catch her and also giving her a fresh experience with him to imagine. But his visit never materialized that next Monday, and her need was never satiated. Instead, he sent her an email explaining that something had come up that needed his immediate attention. There was a part of her that was disappointed and angry that he had not made it a priority to come and see her the week before. She wanted to grab his attention in a way that would permeate his thoughts long after he left her office, and bring him faithfully back for more. She did not know why it mattered so much to her – even though the attraction and sexual tension between them was strong, she had no intention of cheating on her fiancé. Apparently, he also had no intention of straying from his relationship. But the attention he paid her felt good, and his visits were the highlight of her week, and something to which she had come to look forward immensely. With these thoughts in mind, she went through with her plan. When Glen arrived that day, they got right to work. After about two hours they took a break, exchanging laughs and pleasantries, but nothing too risqué. Announcing that she needed to grab a reference, Jordan stood from her desk and approached the ladder leading up to the higher tomes in her private library. When she reached the top of the ladder she said to him, "Do you mind giving me a hand, Glen, and grabbing this for me? It's too big to hold onto both it and the ladder and climb down safely." Jordan's heart raced as Glen approached the ladder behind her. She was just high enough such that when he got close he would be able to see directly up the back of her skirt. He would see her stockings that stretched up to her mid-thigh, he would see the expanse of her naked thighs above them, and finally see the thin lacy strap of her black panties that disappeared up between the cheeks of her ass. She subtly arched her back to give him the best view as he came up behind her, and she stood on her tippy-toes to reach the largest volume on the highest shelf. She didn't need the book. What she needed was to hear the sound of his breath catching in his throat as he took in the full sight of her. She waited just long enough to make sure this image of her like this was seared into his brain, then she handed the large case review text down to him. Glen tore his gaze from under her skirt to look into her eyes as she handed the book to him. His eyes had glazed over and become smoky. She had never seen him look at her that way, and a flurry of butterflies took flight in her abdomen as she wondered if she had gone too far. He stepped back to place the book on her desk then returned to offer her his hand as she dismounted the ladder. He didn't hold her hand, he took it, held onto it, like he wanted to do something more, much more. He stared intently into her eyes, like he was trying to look right through her, down into her soul. She attempted to put up defenses, but there was an insistence to his gaze that demanded entry as he held her hand forcefully, with no intention of letting it go. She tried to look away but she couldn't. Closing her eyes would admit defeat. Defiantly, she wanted to stare right back and peer down into his soul, but it was a dangerous move that would leave her exposed. He would see the dark need that lurked secretly inside her, and feel the burning of her unfulfilled animal desires. Once he did, there was no telling what might happen. Their safe but flirtatious relationship would then be unpredictable and beyond their control. Glen was hard, and Jordan could see it, tenting his pants. He was on the verge of losing control and he hated that. He hated the vulnerability of not being in control. 'Damn if Jordan isn't the devil incarnate trying to take it from me,' he thought. Finally, Glen smiled and said, "I better go, Jordan." There was disappointment behind his smile, though, and Jordan felt it to. There was no explanation necessary; they both knew why he had to leave. They had discussed their respective relationship situations with each other so they both knew that they could not have what they desperately wanted. There was no way they were going to get any more work done that day, so the only thing left to do was leave. ---------(_*_)--------- No sooner had Jordan sat down in her meeting the next day when she felt her phone vibrate with a text message. Even though she was ten minutes early, it was an inopportune time, as she was at a settlement meeting for one of her clients. The employer, knowing Jordan's reputation and the strength of her case, wanted to settle out of court. Jordan rarely text messaged anyone, so she was quite surprised to see a message from Glen pop up on her screen. "Knock 'em dead" the text read. "You, too! I hope u get the money" she typed in quickly. He had confided to her the week before that he was meeting with the board of a major foundation interested in giving him funding for the re-entry program. "Don't think of the jokes I've told you and start laughing inappropriately," he shot back. "Stop it! I can keep my cool," she typed. Then she followed quickly with "and you don't think about what you saw yesterday, no tents in your pants! Lol" "Is that a challenge that I can't break your cool?" "It'd take more than a text from you to break my cool," she sent. "Well then, let me see..." he typed to her. "Stop it! My meeting's started, I can't text back after this," she replied, taking her phone off vibrate but setting it to silent mode and sitting it in her lap. If he texted her again she would see the message but no one would hear anything to arouse suspicion. Just then the arbitrator called the session to order and started explaining the rules. The screen on her phone flashed with Glen's new message. Reluctantly, she opened it. "If you had a donkey and I had a rooster, and your donkey ate my rooster's feet, what would you have?" Glen got no reply from her, he knew she couldn't type at the moment, but he still made her wait for the punch line. Jordan kept glancing down at her phone, anxious for the answer to his riddle and trying to figure it out herself. After five minutes her phone screen flashed with his next text. She reflexively opened it up immediately, but thought better of it as the arbitrator finished his spiel and asked her to begin. She saw his text right before she spoke. "Why, you'd have two feet of cock in your ass, of course. Now go get 'em!" Jordan tried to maintain her calm but she could feel the flush rushing up her cheeks. She was no stranger to graphic language or graphic depictions of sex. No, what got to her was the fact that Glen always seemed perfectly in tune with which buttons to push. The image of a thick cock in her ass.... was certainly her button! Her pussy and ass clenched hard as her mind involuntarily shot to a visual image of him – not her fiancé – slowly pushing his cock into her back passage. She quickly took a second to compose thoughts and push the image from her mind, looking through the legal pad in front of her as if she was just quickly checking her notes. She would find a way to get him back for this. He was playing with fire and he knew it. ---------(_*_)--------- It rained heavily outside as Glen and Jordan sat in her office early the next Monday morning going over their legal strategy. It was turning out to be a really bad thunderstorm, but Glen had no intentions of letting the bad weather keep him from her office that morning, and showed up promptly at 10 AM as he had promised. They both were on their utmost professional behavior. He had told no salacious jokes and they tried to keep their mind on business instead of flirting with each other. Their concentration was broken when Glen's cell phone rang. "Damn it," he said, bothered by the interruption. He checked the caller ID. Then, "this is important, I better take it. Excuse me for a second." "No problem," Jordan replied. "I need to go to the bathroom anyway, take your time." Glen answered his phone as Jordan stood and left the room. The regional director of parole services for the state was calling to give him information on new state requirements for release programs. Glen needed this information to work on securing the next round of state contract funding. He pulled his pen out of his briefcase to begin jotting down some notes. "Hold on for a sec," he said into the phone. "This pen is giving me problems, I need to grab another one right quick." Not seeing any on Jordan's desk, Glen stepped around behind it to look in the drawer. There were plenty of pens in there to choose from, of all colors, shapes and sizes. There was also lip gloss, a hair brush, and a small compact mirror with a wooden frame. Tucked amongst these items off to the side were also two vibrators: a thick, flesh-colored one with a curved tip and a smooth, slender one. Glen froze. "Are you ready?" the voice on the other end of his conversation asked. "Ummmmm, sure," Glen replied, now barely paying attention. He would just have to call back one of his other contacts to get the information later. His concentration was shot now. Glen picked up the thicker one first. It was heavy – it definitely had batteries in it. Cradling his phone to his ear with his shoulder, he used his other hand to twist the bottom to see if the batteries were fresh. They were, and he turned it off quickly to mute its quiet buzz. He surprised himself with what happened next. Without thinking, his hand brought the vibrating dildo up to his nose and he inhaled deeply, desperate for a repeat whiff of her scent. His brain registered nothing but the smell of clean silicon, and he cursed her diligence at cleaning her sex toys. He quickly sniffed the slender one hoping that just maybe that had been used recently without the opportunity to clean it, but he had no luck with that one either. He wiped his lips and realized he was salivating. If he had smelled anything on them he would have probably licked them clean. The strength of this primal response that had just taken over him was shocking. He had used sex toys on a woman before, but never did he have the urge to smell them afterwards, and he certainly never felt the need to lick them clean afterwards. No matter, one thing was certain. What he smelled when he surprised her with his visit last Monday was definitely the pungent musky sweet smell of her pussy, because she had been masturbating, most likely just prior to him coming in. He heard the tell tale sounds of running water and hand washing coming from the bathroom alerting him to Jordan's imminent return. He quickly put the toys back in their hiding place and grabbed a pen. He shut the desk drawer and returned to his seat on the other side. His dick was rock hard. Jordan returned to take her seat opposite Glen as he finished up his phone conversation. She tried to resume their meeting where they'd left off before the interruption of his phone call, but he was obviously distracted now. He kept looking at her with a strange expression on his face. When their eyes met, he'd hold her gaze for a minute, like he wanted to say something, but then look away. Jordan couldn't figure out what was going on, and was afraid to ask. Glen tried to make his way through their meeting about the case, but it did not work. He could not concentrate on a damn thing she was saying. Nothing he did seemed to put his mind back on their work. When he looked down at the desk, all he could think of were the secret contents inside. If he looked at her fingers, his mind imagined her well-manicured fingers pushing one of the vibrators inside her. He imagined how wet her pussy must get, and how the dildo would be all shiny when she pulled it out. He wondered about the purpose of the smaller, slender vibe. Were the two different vibes for different moods? Different intensities of orgasm? Or did she use the thick one inside her pussy and slender one on her clit? Or perhaps the slender vibe was for the more wicked indulgence of a different orifice? Trying to shove those lurid images out of his mind, he tried looking her in the face. But even there, all he could think of was how sultry her radiant green eyes must look when she is in the throes of an orgasm. He was so hard now his cock was aching. He needed to get out of there before he did something he would regret. His mood had become so odd that Jordan was actually not surprised when Glen apologized and announced he needed to go. "I sense that phone call really affected you," she said sympathetically. "You have no idea," he replied, quite honestly. "Well you can call me later when things calm down, or we can pick this up next week." She stood and walked around the desk toward him to see him to the door. Glen stood and was acutely aware that he was still achingly hard. His loose slacks did nothing to conceal the raging monster jutting from his hips. There was nothing he could do. To turn his back on her would have been awkward. To reach down and adjust himself would have been obvious, drawing even more attention. Jordan saw it as he stood. How could she not? It captured her eyes and she was unable to look away, mesmerized with the insistent way it seemed to be reaching for her, calling to her. Finally, coolly, she managed to look up into his eyes. There was a pained look on his face, of need, of desperation, of wanting to flee. With a look so pained on his face, Jordan made up her mind that she would not try to embarrass him as he had her the week before, but the words slipped from her lips before her internal editor could intercede. "You're having a hard day, aren't you Glen?" He let out a sigh. "Very," was all he said in response. Jordan wanted to ask if there was anything she could do to help, but she knew better. Besides, she knew the answer was something she could not give, and something he could not accept. The silence in the room was deafening. She could feel her heart beating, and damn near hear it. Finally, words came to her. "Well, I guess I better let you go handle it." "Yeah, I guess I better," Glen replied, walking to the door. He stepped out and was gone with no further ceremony. He didn't want to shake hands, he didn't want to look back, he just wanted to get out of there. He passed out of her gate and walked to his car parked two houses down from hers. He didn't start the car to leave. He just sat there, trying to calm down. Jordan watched from her window as Glen walked down the walkway through her yard and out of her gate. It was still raining outside, and he had not even bothered with his umbrella. She looked over to where he had been sitting on the other side of her desk and saw it there on the floor. She doubted he would come back for it, for he seemed to be on a mission to get out of there as soon as possible. Once he was safely out of sight she rushed back to her desk to retrieve her toys. Seeing him so hard like that had her pussy soaked and dripping with need. She would have already been aroused from just his visit, but the angry rigidity of his erection had really stoked her fire. She had no idea what set him off and at the moment she did not care. She could not have asked for better Monday morning masturbation material. She reached under her skirt to peel off her panties, stuck to her crotch from the wetness. There was no pretense or buildup needed. She couldn't get the thick dildo into her drenched hole fast enough. Glen sat in his car unable to leave. His mind was desperate to know what Jordan was doing. He knew they had sexual tension. He knew seeing him hard would have an affect on her. But would now be the time? Was she in her office now, masturbating? He certainly wanted to. He needed to. There was no way he could go back to his office in his current state. He needed relief. He sat there and deliberated for a few minutes. It was a damn good thing the windows on his car were tented. He was also parked under the shade of a tree. Shit! This was crazy. Would he really sit here and masturbate in public, risking arrest? His mind flashed to an image of Jordan in her office, shoving the thick vibe in and out of her soppy pussy. His dick throbbed madly. On a whim he reached for his phone. Jordan's orgasm was quickly approaching when she heard the phone ring. Normally she would have turned the ringer off before she got started, but the hurried frenzy of her horniness disrupted her regular protocol. At the very least she would ignore it in circumstances like this, but something told her to check her caller ID. Like she both hoped and feared, it was Glen. Did she dare answer it? "You for...got your umbrella," she said, rather breathlessly. "I didn't even notice," he replied, his voice deep and resonant. "Your hard day still... GETting to you, then?" She asked, shoving the thick vibrator deeply into her pussy to stifle its sound. She was trying to keep cool, and not give away exactly what it was she was doing. She wasn't doing a very good job of it, however. "Ye-Yeah, you could ... say that," Glen responded, unzipping his pants and pulling his dick out. Its head was shiny with his pre-cum. He reached into the glove compartment for some napkins he always kept stored there, then reclined his seat. "The rain is really coming down now... it's pretty wet out here. You'll get... soaked," she said, the last part coming out more as a groan. "Sometimes," he said huskily into the phone, "you just want to lift your chin and let the rain drops coat your face." He paused, and then added, "... and try to catch a few... with your tongue." "Is that what... uhhh... you were thinking of doing just now... uhnnn... walking out of here without your umbrella?" It was getting harder and harder for Jordan to disguise the sound of her getting off. "Mmmm," Glen said, smacking his lips. "Among other things. What do you do on a wet day like this? Jordan thought about that for a second, pulling the thick dildo out of her pussy, shiny with her juices, and looking at its curved tip. Then she shoved it back inside herself, trying to angle it toward her elusive g-spot. "I usually like to ... curl up where it's warm and cozy," she said finally, wondering if he'd have any idea of her meaning. "I could use something warm... snug and cozy around me right now," he said. "On a hard day like this, nothing beats it." "You will need to beat it, won't you? On a hard day like this?" Jordan was being absolutely wicked now. "I'm trying to... as we speak," Glen admitted. "Ohh fuck!" Jordan groaned, flashing on a mental image of him jacking off to her while they talked. "What's wrong?" Glen asked, stopping his stroke in worry. "Just realizing that there is... something else that needs my attention," Jordan said, reaching for her slender vibrator. She cradled the phone against her ear with her shoulder to keep both hands free. The naughtiness of his new revelation called for some added stimulation. "Do you need to go, then?" he asked. "I... I should," she responded, taking the larger vibrator out of her pussy and sliding the slender one in there to wet it. "But no," she said finally, sighing with the more intense vibrations of the smaller toy. "Yessss," Glen growled and resumed stroking his dick, happy that she was going to play this out. A new surge of blood rushed to his cock, and he saw the head expand with need. Their professional boundary was crumbling, and there was nothing either of them could do to stop it. Something In Her Eyes Ch. 01 "Tell me about your hard day, baby," Jordan asked, spontaneously adding a new term of endearment to their conversation. She heard Glen groan with the new level of closeness. "It actually started a couple of weeks ago," he admitted. "There is this woman I work with who is pretty amazing. I've been trying to maintain a professional relationship with her, but then a couple of weeks ago I think I almost caught her doing something bad... or at least very naughty." "Oh, you think but you're not sure?" Jordan implored as she took the slender vibe out of her pussy and placed its tip at her anus. "Well, I didn't see anything," Glen admitted, stroking himself a bit faster, squeezing. "I wasn't spying on her or anything like that. But I... smelled the evidence, it was unmistakable. The smell was strongest on my hand, actually. The very hand she shook twice that morning. My days have been perpetually hard since then." "So what did you do about this... evidence?" Jordan asked, grabbing the thicker vibrator and returning it to her pussy. She turned the vibrations off in both of them to avoid cuming right away, trying to time her orgasm. "I kept smelling it, kept sniffing my hand all day. It was intoxicating. Something about her scent... called to me like no other woman's." Glen was really getting close now, hearing her voice like this. He reached for one of the napkins he retrieved from the glove box. His car was no place for a messy explosion. "It's been on my mind ever since," he added, "making it hard for me to concentrate and get work done." "I know what you mean," Jordan sighed with pleasure, easing both dildos into her. "Things have been pretty difficult on this end as well. I have this new client that really gets under my... skin. Most of my Monday mornings are now spent... toying around with thoughts of how to get him... what he needs." She felt wonderfully full. She began to ease the larger dildo in and out of her soaked cunt while her ass adjusted to the delicious violation of being penetrated. When she heard him getting close she would turn them on, and that would send her crashing over the edge into orgasmic bliss. She was already on the verge. "Funny you should say that. Today things got much worse." "How?" Jordan asked. "What set you off today, baby?" "I had a meeting with her this morning. I had managed to put those other thoughts out of my mind and we were getting some good work done when my phone rang. She excused herself to go to the bathroom while I took the call. I needed something to write with but my pen ran out of ink, so I went around to look in her desk for another one. That's when I... arrrghh, saw them." "Tell me," she said breathlessly, shoving the thick dildo into her pussy with greater force. "Tell me what you saw." "The last bit of evidence," he grunted, "confirming what a naughty woman she is. Ahhhh." Jordan took the phone from her ear and placed the mouthpiece down by her crotch. She turned both vibrators on, and then left the phone there for a minute so he could hear the squishy wet sounds of her shoving the thick vibrator in and out of her voraciously hungry cunt. Then she brought the phone back up to her ear to hear his reaction. "... ing shit! First I smell the evidence, then I see it, and now I'm hearing it. Oh, fuck Jordan. Oh god!" he said, furiously pumping his dick, about to explode. "Now – ughhhh – you're about to hear... my admission of guilt!" "I'm just as guilty, baby," he admitted, his orgasm now imminent. "Oh Glen! Guilty of what?!" she asked desperately, now shoving both vibrators inside of her – the larger one in her pussy and the smaller one in her ass. "Guilty of... wanting to... FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF YOOOOOUUUUUUU!!!!!! Arrrrgggggghhhhhhh!!!!! He growled as his cum was ripped from him. "Oh God! Oh fuck! Oh shiiiiitttttttt!!!!!" Jordan moaned as she joined him in orgasm, panting. They both yelled out each other's name simultaneously as their shared orgasm peaked, followed by unintelligible grunts and groans. Gradually, those grunts and groans subsided into heavy breathing. Jordan turned the vibrators off and removed them from her holes. Then she took the larger one and placed its tip into her mouth. She started to lick and suck on it, loud enough for him to hear. "What the hell are you doing, baby?" he asked sweetly with a chuckle in his voice. Jordan hesitated for a second, getting in a few more licks, then offered, "Cleaning you off, of course." Then she went back to sucking. "Fuuuuccckkkkk," Glen let out, his dick still throbbing. "You're going to be the death of me," he said, then began making soft smacking sounds of his own. "Now what are you doing?" she asked. "Kissing you, of course, and tasting our combined juices on your lips and on your lips, on your tongue." "Mmmm, yessss," she said softly, then began making her own kissing sounds in response. They would both find this completely silly, if they were not both so totally into each other. "Oh my goodness, where are you?" Jordan asked, just realizing that he could not have gotten far before he called her. "Just outside," he chuckled, "I never left. I'm parked two doors down from your house." "Jesus!" she let out. "Do you want to come in and clean up?" "That would be nice," he said, "but I... I... I... better not. I don't really trust myself to be good at the moment, and I don't want to do something we shouldn't," he admitted finally. "You're probably right," Jordan replied, admiring his resolve but at the same time slightly disappointed. She did not plan on fucking him if he came back in, but she did want to see him again, maybe kiss him for real. Nothing too bad. "But honestly," she said finally, "really we already have." "True. Very true." ---------(_*_)--------- Jordan was nervous as she dressed that Monday morning. It was hot outside and she had no appointments that day other than with Glen. Normally on a hot day like this, before Glen started coming by on Mondays, she would dress very casually in some small, loose fitting shorts and a tiny t-shit. The shorts allowed for easy access to her pussy if she got horny, and she knew if Glen came by she would definitely be horny afterwards. She was even thinking of not wearing any panties, so sure she was that she'd have both of her vibrators deep in both of her holes within minutes after Glen left. She got tingly just thinking about it. No need to soil a good pair of clean panties unnecessarily, she thought. However, the shorts were so loose around her tone thighs that if she was sitting and he looked at her at the right angle, he would easily see more than she had any business letting him see. 'When he comes,' she told herself, 'IF he comes, I'll just sit with my lower body hidden beneath my desk the whole time, then I'll be fine.' So sans panties she went, grabbing some fruit for her breakfast and heading to her office to start her work day. Glen had planned on getting to Jordan's office early that day but circumstances just didn't permit it. All sorts of little things went wrong, a thousand fires started at his office that he had to immediately put out. With each new issue confronting him, he felt himself getting more frustrated. He knew why, even though he hated to admit it. He'd come to love his business meetings with Jordan, they were the highlight of his week. But he was acutely aware that their flirting was becoming more pronounced and that the sexual tension between them was thick. If neither of them did anything to change things, the trajectory they were on could only end in one way. He felt guilty just thinking about it, and that made him even more frustrated at how long it was taking him to get out of there and go see her. It was a little after 3:30 in the afternoon when Glen finally made it to his car to head over to her part of town. By now, she would probably think he wasn't coming. The right thing to do would be to call, but after almost catching her masturbating a few weeks ago, he liked surprising her on Mondays, hoping for the possibility of a repeat performance. So far he'd had no luck, but maybe one day... It was 4:15 and Jordan had also grown frustrated feeling that Glen might not show up. She tried to keep busy all day in her law books, but her mind couldn't help drifting to thoughts of him. Just then her buzzer rang announcing his arrival. She tried to not look too excited as she let him in. Without ceremony Glen came in and sat opposite from her across her desk and started discussing business. Jordan could not help but feel disappointment that there was none of his usual playfulness, nor did he enquire at all about how she was doing. This would not do at all for her to masturbate to later, and she resented it. His eyes didn't even seem to register that she was wearing much less clothing than he was used to seeing her in. She struggled to pay attention to what he was saying. "...so if we could find precedent in the law where the courts have ruled against that kind of discrimination, then we could make the case that this type of discrimination violates those same principles," Glen offered, trying to remain cool and not succumb to the intense desire he had for her. The moment he walked in and saw her in just a t-shit and shorts he knew he was in trouble. He was trying with all his might to remain strong. "I think I found a suitable case precedent," Jordan remarked. "Help me grab it," she asked. 'Screw my earlier determination to stay hidden under the desk,' she thought. She wanted a reaction out of him, needed a reaction out of him. She was suddenly blindly determined to get it. Jordan jumped up from her desk and pushed her wall ladder over toward the collection of journals she needed. She began to climb as Glen came up to stand behind her. She tried to keep her legs closed. She wanted him to get a good view but not of all the details. She wanted him to wonder, was she wearing a thong that just disappeared up in her crack or was she wearing no underwear at all? So she kept her legs mostly closed where he couldn't see everything, but could definitely see enough to be intrigued. A faint groan escaped from Glen's throat as he took in the sight before him. She had to know what she was doing to him. He felt his dick swelling and he immediately adjusted himself so he would not have a visible tent in his pants when she turned around. He hoped she didn't hear the groan that escaped his lips. Jordan purposefully took a while up on the ladder, pulling books off the shelves and leafing through them as if checking to make sure she had the right one. "Sorry this is taking so long but don't worry, if I can't find this case there is more than one way to skin this cat." Did she just wiggle her ass ever so faintly as she said that? God she was being naughty. "Do you know any good barbers in this area?" Glen asked. "I'm suddenly reminded that I need a hair cut," he said, searching for the slightest bit of hair between her legs and seeing none. Jordan tried to subtly arch her back and ever so slightly push her ass out a little bit more to tease him with the possibility of a better view. Acting so naughty cost her dearly, though. She lost her footing on the ladder's fourth rung and slipped, a short, high-pitched scream coming from her mouth. Glen's hands were lightening fast, grabbing onto her hips and holding her up. Jordan marveled at the strength of his hands and how well he held her. She had fallen only a little more than a foot before he caught her. The only problem was that distance of a foot was just enough to land her ass squarely on his face. At first Jordan was shocked with the realization of what had happened and unable to move. Then she grabbed the sides of the ladder and put her feet back on the closest rung for sound footing. Next she tried to lift herself up but Glen's hands had an iron grip on her hips. He held her ass firmly in place upon his face. Jordan's breath caught in her throat, waiting to see what he would do. Then she felt it. Slowly, Glen began rubbing his face in the crack of Jordan's ass, nuzzling his nose and chin in ever deeper. Jordan heard him breathe in deeply, felt the rush of air across her privates as he took in her smell. It was an animal reflex, canine in nature, sniffing her most intimate areas to really get to know her. As he nuzzled in deeper Jordan felt his nose press right up against her anus through the thin cotton of her shorts, his lips right against her pussy. She heard him continue to breathe in deeply, loudly and obscenely sniffing her sex. She was mortified; and incredibly turned on. Her wetness came in a wave. If she didn't get his face out of there soon, she had no doubt she would soon be bathing his chin in her thick pussy cream. Glen was in another world. His rational side had long gone and instinct had taken over. The sight of her, the way she was teasing him, had brought him just to the edge. But when she fell and practically sat on his face, that pushed him over. All the pent up passion he'd been holding for Jordan was unleashed. He took in the smell of her sex and his brain lit up in an endorphin rush of firing synapses. The cotton material of her shorts was thin, he could feel through his nose and lips that she had no panties on underneath. The realization made him almost angry. What a teasing little cunt, she was. She knew he would be here, and knew when she stepped up on that ladder exactly what she was doing. He had come to her office trying to be good, trying to be on his best behavior. He had no intention of cheating on his girlfriend and fucking her when he came over, now it seemed out of his control. Involuntarily, his lips started moving against the thin slice of fabric covering her pussy, hungry for her. His nose was pressed right against her asshole and it smelled deliciously clean, delectable. At first, Jordan was trying to move away and he held onto her tight. Now, she was deliberately pressing back into face, trying to force more of him into her core. Glen felt her ass cheeks start to continuously clench and release, pulling his face into her further. When his lips felt the spot of moisture growing right where her hole would be, his tongue snaked out for a taste of her. She moaned and pressed her ass against him harder. Jordan was well aware of how wrong this was but she did not have the willpower to stop herself. She did not want to cheat on the man who loved her, but she needed this more. After fantasizing about this and masturbating for weeks, it was simply too good stop now. The forbidden nature of the act made it all the more exhilarating. She lewdly gyrated her ass against his face, trying to feel more of his lips and tongue on her. She was soaked, an obscene wet spot was forming at he crotch of her shorts, and spreading fast. She wanted them off but couldn't manage it while standing on the ladder. Instead, she reached back and pulled the fabric aside. Glen, sensing her need, shifted one hand to hold the bare ass cheek now before him. With the other hand, he violently ripped the flimsy shorts off of her body. It stung, leaving a red mark around Jordan's waist but she didn't care. She was glad to be free of them. Instead of diving back in immediately, he instead placed his other hand on her other buttock and spread them, exposing all of her to is gaze. It took Jordan a second to realize that he wasn't going to dive in right away but instead wanted to just look at her for a minute. What a sight she must be, Jordan thought. Fresh wax job, pussy gushing, nothing left to the imagination. Feeling especially slutty, Jordan flexed her anus, puckering then relaxing, blowing him a kiss, beckoning him, daring him to taste her there. She heard his breathing increase and felt the heat of his face as he drew nearer to her crack. Then she felt the heat of his breath blowing over her. He was smelling her again. Glen knew what she wanted but wasn't going to give it to her, yet. No, she was going to pay for doing this to him, tempting him like this beyond the point of his control. He sank his teeth into the fleshiest part of her ass and bit down, hard enough to sting. Jordan yelped and tried to move, tried to shift her hole over to meet his mouth. His grip was too strong though, and he shifted his teeth to the other cheek, having his way with her. "Ugghhh," Jordan grunted. After biting her Glen began to lick her cheeks where he had bitten, soothing the sting. If it was possible she became even wetter, her cunt juice running down the back and insides of her thighs. Glen lapped at that as well, savoring her flavor. Jordan arched her back fully to give him complete access. With his hands still on her ass spreading her, he reached down with his thumbs to spread her pussy. She flexed that too, causing a run of her cream to come dribbling out. He caught it on his tongue and began eating her pussy for all he was worth. He alternated between sucking on her clit and tongue fucking her tasty cunt, deeply probing her and licking her inside. Every time he sucked on her clit, he held it with his lips while his tongue fluttered on it madly. She slammed her ass back into him, raping his tongue and burying his nose in her crack. Her legs started trembling, she wasn't going to last long under his onslaught. If he wasn't still holding her up she would have fallen again already. Glen felt her legs trembling and lifted her up off of the ladder and carried her over to her desk. Jordan reached out to shove the books and papers out of the way so he could lay her down. He sat her down first and pulled off her shirt. His eyes drank her in then he lowered his head to take one of her erect nipples into his mouth. He sucked at her breasts longingly, and could feel her heart beating in her chest. Jordan leaned back with one hand and grabbed his head with the other, running her fingers through his hair, pulling him into her. Glen needed more, so he tore his mouth from her nipples and laid her down on her back, and pulled her ass right up to the edge of the desk. He bent her legs all the way back until her knees were on her chest. They looked at each other through her open calves. There was a look of raw need and urgent lust that passed between them as he held her like that, splayed open for him to do with her as he pleased. She expected him to dive back into her pussy but he had other ideas. He stood up, grabbed both of her hands and put them behind her knees, instructing her to hold herself open for him. Then he began taking off his pants. Glen stepped out of his pants and stroked his cock, eyeing her with a devilish grin on his face. He was wonderfully hard and thick, Jordan thought, licking her lips, looking forward to the way he would fill her. His perfectly circumcised head throbbed in anticipation, jutting proudly before him. Jordan wanted to lick him like a lollipop and then stuff him down her throat. She wondered if she could take him all. Glen saw the hungry look in her eyes and walked about to the other side of the desk where her head hung over the edge. They had never even kissed. Up until ten minutes ago only hand shakes had passed between them. Yet on this occasion there was no pretense and little foreplay. She immediately opened wide for him as he brought his crotch to her mouth. Within a second her mouth was full and her throat was stuffed, his balls pressing firmly into her nose. Jordan had not expected him to take her this forcefully but she was not about to complain. To feel his need like this, to experience the rawness of his desire, was the biggest turn on for her and, truthfully, it was what had been missing from her life with her fiancé. What made her such a good lawyer is that she spent her entire life over-analyzing every detail of every situation. It served her well to go into the courtroom, but it usually prevented her from getting lost in the heat of passion. Not today. She wanted to let go, and even if she didn't, from the force of his thrusts deep into her throat, Glen wasn't going to give her much choice in the matter. So she sucked him with gusto, welcoming his rude violation of her mouth. She had to concentrate on relaxing her throat muscles to keep from gagging, and it left her unable to imagine much of anything else so she lost herself to sucking him with perfection. On every outstroke she furiously laved her tongue around his head, trying to give him every ounce of pleasure her body could produce. He put one hand under her head to support her neck, the other hand he shoved between her legs to finger-fuck her pussy and massage her clit. With the added stimulation, she redoubled her efforts. They both groaned as he set a steady rhythm fucking her face. She was getting off on having her mouth used like the cunt of a whore. Something In Her Eyes Ch. 01 "Fuck!" Glen let out, pulling his dick from her lips. He tapped it on her chin and slapped her cheeks with it and watched with enjoyment as she greedily tried to recapture it in her mouth. What had he unleashed in her? What had she unleashed in him? He bent down and kissed her madly. Her mouth sucked him in like she was starving. Their tongues slid together in a sexy dance, and then just like that he rose and shoved his cock back down her throat. Jordan wished she could see herself in profile at that moment, imagining what a slut she must look like: on her back, legs in the air and spread back obscenely, head bent back over the edge of the desk, presenting her mouth to be fucked ravenously while a hand played freely in her cunt. She almost came from the mental image. Inspired by the way Jordan was taking it, Glen raised his right foot and put it on the desk next to her head, spreading his legs and offering his balls to her mouth. She feasted on each one greedily, taking them into her mouth and rolling them around with her tongue, coating them with her saliva. Her nose was now where Glen's was earlier, and she inhaled deeply of his male scent, savoring its clean muskiness. Releasing his testicles from her wet mouth, she licked from the underside of his balls down into his crack. "You nasty bitch!" Glen grunted, forcing his anus down onto her tongue. He almost passed out from the pleasure, not of what she was doing – though that was divine – but from the realization that her penchant and hunger for kinky, edgy sex was just as strong as his own. Jordan was giving herself to him with abandon, throwing caution and all sense of decorum to the wind. Reluctantly, he pulled his asshole off of her swirling, burrowing tongue to look into her eyes. The look he saw in them almost made him cry. He recognized it instantly. She was starving, starving for a connection this deep, starving for a fire between two people that burned this hot, starving to let go of her public, polite and professional persona and be herself, free of criticism or judgment. Glen recognized the look because behind that look were the same emotions that haunted his soul. He knelt on the floor and kissed her again, but this time it was totally different. It was a kiss that tasted of dirty, filthy sex, but that wasn't what made it different. Upside down as they devoured each other's mouth, two souls were being rejoined after separation at birth. Tasting his own ass on her tongue, it was the sweetest kiss Glen had ever known. Its urgency became tender, then grew urgent again as their need flared. Glen tore his mouth away from hers to return to the other side of the desk. He took a seat in her office chair then pushed her legs back once more. He looked at her again, waxed bare and spread before him, to save the image of this moment in his mind forever. Then he dove in. Jordan moaned out loud at the final contact of his mouth on her fully. He sucked her lips into his mouth as he thrust his tongue inside her, lapping out her honey like a ravenous bear. Then his lips moved up and wrapped around her clit, sucking it in as his tongue flicked it rapidly. "So good, baby, I've been dying for this... dying to taste you," Glen said quickly before diving back in. As Jordan's moans got louder and came more rapidly, Glen knew she was getting close. He brought her right to the edge and stopped. Jordan wanted to grab his head and shove it back into her crotch. She desperately wanted to cum all over his face but when she felt him move his large hands under her to spread her ass, she decided to let him have his way. "Ahhhh, baby," she heard Glen say softly as her tight pink hole came into full view. He took his tongue and traced a delicate line from the top of the crack of her ass all the way to her clit, then back again. His touch was so light, teasing her. He did this a few times and Jordan squirmed on the desk trying to push her ass into his mouth. Finally, Glen put his lips around her hole and just sucked on it. He didn't use his tongue at all on her yet, just sucked on her sweet hole. Jordan flexed her anus, pushing it out, trying to search out his mouth for his tongue. Glen chuckled. "Tell me," he said. "Tell me what you want," then he placed his lips back around her hole and continued to suck at it, blowing his warm breath over it, driving Jordan crazy. "I want your, I want your tongue," Jordan said, at first a little timid. Then braver, "I want it in me, I want you to tongue fuck my ass!" Glen chuckled again, this time without taking his mouth off of her, then placed the flat of his tongue right on her tiny folds and licked her hole slowly, applying pressure to gain entrance. Jordan began to concentrate on relaxing, opening for him, and slowly his tongue started to push inside her musky tight channel. "Oh God, yeah," Jordan groaned as he pushed his tongue deeper into her ass, licking around her sphincter. His tongue was amazingly long! She relaxed more to accommodate him and feel just how far his burrowing would go. It soon became evident that Glen was not just going to lick her ass, he was going to thoroughly ream her with his tongue. He ate her ass with relish, thrusting his tongue fully inside her and twirling it around, then withdrawing to lick around her hole, then he thrust back inside, repeating the whole process. She had found in him a fellow ass connoisseur, a side of her not fully appreciated by her fiancé. She was close. She reached for her clit to rub while he devoured her ass. Glen reached up and grabbed her hand, not letting her play with her sopping cunt to get herself off while he lapped out her anus. Jordan almost cursed him. She was in a frenzy and needed to get off. Glen laughed devilishly and ignored her frustration. Jordan tried to fuck his face with her ass more forcefully. Then Glen had an idea. He pulled his mouth from her anus and smiled at her mischievously. Jordan had an anguished look on her face at his teasing. Laughing at her anguish, Glen reached under her butt and opened her desk drawer. Happily, he found her toys still there. He reached for the slender one. "Hey, what are you doing to me," Jordan groaned when she saw him pull it out. "Just doing my job thoroughly," Glen said calmly, as if he were a tech geek working on a piece of machinery. He slipped his long ring finger into her pussy, wetting it, then pulled it out and put it in his mouth. "Mmmm, this is so good I hate to share any of it with your other hole," he said, making wet sucking noises. Then he shoved the finger back in. "I have a feeling I won't be running out of it any time soon with you down there," Jordan said breathlessly, desperate for what he had in store for her. With that, Glen pulled his finger out of her pussy and brought it to her ass. Very slowly, he pushed inside. Once his finger was buried in her, he pushed it up toward her vaginal wall and pelvic bone, finding the hard rubbery surface of her g-spot. Jordan's head fell back as she let out a guttural groan. Glen began to slowly finger fuck her ass. He let his middle finger slip into her pussy while his ring finger continued to invade her ass. The added stimulation caused both holes to spasm but also relax. When he'd felt her relax enough, he pulled his middle finger from her soaked pussy and slowly inserted it along with his ring finger in her ass. With both fingers now he pushed up toward her g-spot. Jordan was in heaven. She looked down at him to see a look of rapture on his face as he watched his fingers disappear into her. "What do I look like?" she asked, gyrating her hips to capture more of his fingers. "You want to see, don't you?" he asked. "You want to see me violating your slutty holes, don't you?" "Oh fuck!" was all she said, his dirty talk pushing her closer to her climax. "Yeah, you're ready for me, aren't you baby," Glen proclaimed more than asked, feeling her hole offering very little resistance to his probing digits. Then his mind flashed to the memory of something else he'd seen in her desk drawer. "God, I'm so ready!" Jordan moaned/half yelled, desperate for release. Glen pulled his wet fingers from her ass, leaving her feeling empty. He brought the sticky digits to his face and smelled them. He closed his eyes and smiled widely at her nasty scent. "Oooh, you dirty boy!" she whispered under hushed breath. "You think so? Well watch this." She wondered what he was doing as he rummaged through her drawer again. To her surprise he pulled out her compact mirror with the wooden handle and handed it to her. 'My God, this is a man after my own heart,' she thought. Jordan had to either let go of one of her legs to hold the mirror, of push her legs farther back where her knees were pinned back by her shoulders. Luckily, she was fit and limber enough for the second option. Bringing the mirror down near his head and angling it correctly, she saw her dilated anus, wet with his saliva and her cunt juice. Holding his head back to make sure he did not obscure her view, Glen brought his tongue back and pushed it deep into her hole. The vivid detail of watching his tongue go into her anus was almost too much for her, and a fresh gush of her pussy nectar bubbled forth from her depths and dribbled down her crack. He licked that up as well. He pulled his face back and there was the slender vibrator. She was now wet enough in both holes not to need any added lubrication. He put its tip right at her rose and looked into her eyes. Jordan peeled her eyes away from the obscene action in the mirror to capture his. Those vibrant green eyes that had captivated Glen from the first moment he saw them, were now clouded over in lustful abandon. The look that passed between them defied words. It was brief, however, and Jordan's eyes shot back to the pornographic scene unfolding in the mirror as she felt him start to push the slender vibrator up into her ass. Jordan watched in rapture as the slender vibe made its way deep into her bowels. He angled it up toward her g-spot in the same way he had done with his fingers earlier. After getting half way inside her he pulled it out and then slowly pushed it back in about half way. Jordan watched in vivid detail as the slender toy violated her ass, stretching it. He repeated this three or four times before finally pushing it all the way inside her. Then he turned it on. The buildup had taken its toll. A monster orgasm was about to steamroll its way out of her body and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it at that point. Jordan dropped the mirror as undecipherable sounds came out of her throat. Sensing her point of no return, Glen clamped his mouth on her clit and whipped it furiously with his tongue as he fucked her ass with the vibrator. Jordan screamed obscenities at him as her body went into convulsions. She felt pressure on her urethra, like she had to pee, and before she knew it she was gushing, directly into his mouth. He drank every drop as she thrashed, savoring the sweet juice her ripe fruit was producing. Her orgasm rolled into a second one as she lost control of her legs. Jordan grabbed his head and tried to force it deeper into her squirting cunt, scratching his scalp and pulling his hair. At that moment she was reduced to an animal driven solely by primal needs, clawing her satisfaction out of him. Finally, her clit was too sensitive and she had to push his mouth away. His cheeks and chin were drenched. He turned off the vibrator but let it stay in her as she continued to tremble with aftershocks. Glen stood, his cock jutting out in insistent need of attention. Jordan reached for him to pull her up. She grabbed for his cock and stroked it, licking his face like a kitten. He kissed her briefly but deeply then spun her around and pushed her down across her desk on her stomach such that her butt was jutting out and facing him. She still had the slender vibrator in her ass. He held the small vibe in place with his thumb and plunged his angry dick into her slurpy cunt. There was no tenderness, no starting slow. He was fucking her for all he was worth. Getting fucked with a toy in her ass made her feel amazingly full. She was surprised at how quickly her body was responding given the mind-blowing orgasm she just had. Then Glen turned the vibrator back on and started slamming into her pussy for all he was worth. All Jordan could do was hold on and pray that his brutal thrusts into her didn't shake the desk enough to make her computer crash to the floor. She was not about to tell him to slow down, though. She arched her back and pushed her ass out toward him to meet every stroke. The deep vibrations in her colon combined with pounding her pussy was receiving was exquisite, she never wanted it to end, though she knew it wouldn't be long for either of them. With a devilish grin Jordan looked over her shoulder at Glen. "Is that all you've got?" she teased. "Ha! You little cunt," he said, slapping her right buttock. Then his strong hands returned their iron grip to her hips and started pulling her back into his menacing thrusts. Without his thumb holding in the vibrator, the hot pressure of her rectum would force it out only to be jammed back in by the force of his pelvis crashing into her ass. It was like she was getting fucked in both holes at once. It was exactly the desired effect she was looking for. She was engaged, and later would feel terrible guilt over this. She knew it may be their only time. So she wanted everything he had to give, drain him of every drop of passion, and she wanted to be the best he ever had. If it could only happen once, she wanted it to be the best damn memory that both of them carried for the rest of their lives. Glen wanted to do so much more with her, to her. There were so many more bad things he wanted to do with her, but he was lost in her. The desire for her had been brewing for too long. Too many times over the past month he had fucked his girlfriend secretly wishing she was Jordan undulating beneath his thrusts. Too many times he had left Jordan's office with an insatiable erection that could never be fully satisfied no matter how many times he masturbated afterwards. And feeling her body respond to his like this, hearing her moans, smelling her arousal thick in the air, her pussy drenched and clenching, sucking him in, extra tight with the vibrating dildo in her ass, it was more than he could take. He could feel the vibrations down to his balls, and they churned a huge load for her. He tried to hold out but her hot soaked cunt raped the cum right out of him with its perfectly timed squeezes. She was cuming, too, and in a frenzy he pumped his seed into her, yelling out her name. They were so loud Jordan was afraid her neighbors might come running to see if she was being attacked. Her dogs were barking outside, also disturbed by the commotion. Glen stayed buried in her to the hilt, not letting her hips go. She felt him throbbing involuntarily, and every one of this throbs elicited a spasm of her own in response. They were both breathing heavily. She looked over her shoulder to see his upper torso covered in sweat. They smiled and began laughing. Still semi-hard, Glen reluctantly pulled out of her and removed the vibrator slowly from her ass, turning it off. Then he pulled her up and turned her around for a kiss. Jordan kissed him passionately but her legs were weak, so she sank to her knees before him. Without a thought she took him into her mouth. "You've been dirty," she said pausing briefly, "and you need to be cleaned off." She licked their combined juices off his pole and off of his balls, savoring every drop of their forbidden love. But his head was too sensitive, causing his own knees to buckle, and eventually he fell to the floor as well. He took her into his arms and there they lay, just kissing softly for the next half hour, neither one of them wanting it to end. They would deal with the guilt tomorrow, right now they needed each other. At the moment, he was hard again. They rolled as they kissed and this time Glen was on his back. She straddled him and took him inside her instantly. This time, he wrapped her in his arms bringing her hard nipples into his chest. Their love making was tender and sweet for about twenty minutes until they were both near orgasm again. Being on top, Jordan was able to angle her thrusts to put direct pressure on her clit from both friction and the continual collisions with his pelvic bone. He grabbed her ass with both hands and drove her down onto him as she came first. Then without warning, she jumped up, turned around and sat on his face. He didn't care that he had cum in her earlier, he ate her fervently. Then she bent down to take his rampant dick into her mouth, and began fucking him with her throat with determination. "Oh fuck, oh God!" he gurgled up into her pussy. He exploded in her mouth. His body tensed up and convulsed, he couldn't even make a sound for the first ten seconds, so intense was his orgasm. Jordan continued bobbing her head and swirling her tongue around his tip as he came, swallowing every single drop as she wiped her cunt across his face. She sucked him until he pushed her away, unable to take it anymore. She collapsed on the floor beside him. They were both totally drained and one big sticky mess. 'Damn!' Jordan thought to herself. They were spent, and they had not had a chance to do everything that they both secretly needed from each other. Based on what he had done to her this afternoon, she knew he needed it as badly as she did. She had hoped that fucking him would be a one time thing, allowing them to satiate their mutual desire then get back to work and be friends and colleagues without disrupting each other's lives by starting a torrid affair. But this meant they would have to be together at least one more time. There was no way around it. ---------(_*_)--------- End of Part 1. Part 2 is in the works but in the meanwhile, your feedback is always appreciated. - Jayded Lust Something In Her Eyes Ch. 02 This is the second chapter in a series. To understand the characters and events presented here, please find Something In Her Eyes Ch. 1 for the full back story. Once again, this story is dedicated to my inspiration and my love. Happy New Year my baby. -------- (_*_) -------- Glen ran his fingers through Jordan's hair and grabbed a hand full of it, holding her head back while he pounded her from behind. The lewd sound of his hips crashing wetly against hers filled the room, each of his thrusts punctuated with a virile grunt. His other hand had a firm grip on her waist, pulling her back to meet his merciless thrusts. All of her inhibitions were gone, and she brazenly begged Glen to make her his slut and use her for his pleasure. He slapped her on her ass playfully but hard enough to sting momentarily, making her yelp. Glen let go of her waist and brought his thumb to his mouth to get it wet. Then, still pulling Jordan's hair with his other hand, he started rubbing it around her anus, applying pressure intermittently. The added stimulation caused Jordan to moan louder. She used her arms to push her pelvis back forcefully into his thrusts, trying desperately to get as much of him into her as possible. Soon her ass submitted to his demand for entry and his thumb slid into her, making Jordan feel wonderfully full and slutty. He began finger fucking her ass, timing it such that his thumb stabbed into her as his cock withdrew, and his cock slammed into her as his thumb withdrew. Jordan was in heaven. She was close to cuming but couldn't quite get there because her fiancé, lying on the bed next to them while they rutted against each other, kept asking her what she was doing. She tried to answer him but the words were lost in her groans and in the obscenities passed back and forth between her and Glen. Then her paralegal assistant walked into the bedroom and asked Jordan to hurry up and make a decision about whether she wanted blinds, shades or curtains to decorate the office. She needed to get the order in right away if they were going to deliver in time for the wedding. Jordan yelled her frustration at all of them and that's when she awoke. She looked around for a minute before finally remembering she was at home. She was sweating and panting, and could feel her heart racing. Her sweat was so heavy that the sheets were damp beneath her. Her fiancé, who would usually be snoring soundly beside her, had also been awakened by her tossing and turning. "What's wrong?" he asked her quietly as heard her jolt out of her sleep. Jordan thought about her reply for a minute. "I just can't sleep," she said, deciding upon trying to avoid lying by telling a non-descript truth. She glanced at the glowing red lights of the alarm clock next to the bed and saw that it was just three hours after midnight. If tonight was like the five previous ones, she would toss and turn for the rest of the evening, only to finally fall asleep just minutes before her alarm went off. "Why?" he asked patiently. "I'm just stressed," Jordan said finally. Dreams like the one she just had were haunting her sleep and had been doing so for a week now. The guilt and frustration was getting to her. She was irritable and found it hard to concentrate while at work. She could not stop thinking about Glen and the sex they had in her office the previous week. It was some of the hottest sex of her life, and held the promise of being hotter still. The only problem was that she was engaged to be married, to someone other than Glen, a man who treated her well and loved her dearly; who was now asking her what was wrong. Her body craved Glen's touch but her mind was conflicted and wracked with guilt. She still loved her fiancé, she just happened to have fallen in love with someone else at the same time. There was no good resolution for this situation. Her fiancé reached for her to spoon, deciding not to press her and instead just cuddle. It made Jordan feel even worse. "I'll tell you about it when I sort it all out," she said eventually. "Please try not to worry." He took her at her word and eventually fell back asleep. Jordan remained awake. After tossing and turning and thinking about it for hours, Jordan climbed out of bed a little after 8 AM, after her fiancé had left for work. She called Glen on his cell. "I don't think a meeting in person today would be such a good idea," she explained after they exchanged hellos. "I know how you feel," he responded, "I feel bad, too. I don't regret it, though." "No, neither do I, but I'm not sure that we should do it again. I want to see you, actually, but I don't think we could control things right now, and I need to stay in control." "Is this going to present a problem for us working together?" Glen asked, worried. "Honestly, I don't know. If it does, I will recuse myself from the case and recommend another attorney for you." Glen had sought Jordan's services because she was the best labor attorney in the region. He ran an educational and rehabilitation organization for people with mental health issues, mostly ex-offenders with a history of drug abuse. Once his clients had cleaned and sobered up, gone to school and learned a skilled trade, most employers continued to discriminate against them because of their record. Glen hired Jordan's services to challenge these practices in court. Jordan visited Glen's program and found it a worthy cause. They had been working together for almost two months. An immediate bond and attraction had formed between them. "Now hold on, we are both adults and we're professionals," Glen interjected. "I want you on this case because you are the best. If we can't work together I will fade into the background. Besides, it is my clients on whose behalf you are working, not mine." "Fair enough," Jordan said, "but as director of the program, you have critical information we need." She paused for a moment to think. "How about for the time being we have conference calls and meet over the phone? I think that will give me time to sort out my emotions and allow me the distance to remain professional and serve you best." Glen thought about exactly how he really wanted her to serve him. The mental image he conjured made his cock jump in his pants. 'Stop it and get a hold of yourself,' he thought. Then he said to Jordan, "it sounds like a good plan. Shall I call back at our regular meeting time?" "I think I need a little while longer to get ready this morning," Jordan explained, feeling the exhaustion of another restless night. "Let's say 11 instead of 10, does that work for you?" "Perfect, I'll talk to you soon..." Glen caught himself before a term of endearment came out, shocked at how easily one was ready to come forth when he thought of her. He had not stopped thinking of her the entire week and he was having his own crisis of sort at home. Thoughts of Jordan had him in a perpetual state of arousal. It did not matter what time of day it was or what he was doing, if he thought of her, he got hard. And he thought of her often, throughout most of his waking hours, and in his dreams as well. It did not matter where he was or who he was with. She had definitely gotten under his skin. Neither could sex or masturbation curb his constant lust for her. He was masturbating often and still having sex with his live-in girlfriend though when he did he was dreaming that it was Jordan he was fucking. He had to bite his lip to keep from screaming out Jordan's name when he came with her, the way he did when he masturbated alone. He was a mess, plain and simple. -------- (_*_) -------- When Glen and Jordan talked later that afternoon, it was awkward. There was none of their usual banter, flirtation, dirty jokes or sexual innuendos. Both of them were struggling not to say what was really on their minds, trying desperately to keep the fire broiling just beneath the surface contained. Their conversation lasted only about a half hour, and when they said goodbye they both felt empty afterwards. "That was weird," Glen texted to her cell phone immediately after they hung up. He couldn't just leave it at that. "I know, I felt it, too," Jordan typed. "I haven't been sleeping well." "Me either, been thinking of you," Glen replied. Jordan decided not to engage. "Let's give it another week and see if we can calm down. I'll fax you the info when I get it. But let's talk next week." "Ok," Glen typed, feeling a bit disappointed, "try and get some rest, I'll talk to you later." --------(_*_)-------- Their phone meeting the following week was indeed much better -- at first. They had covered a good amount of ground for the case and managed to keep things professional. After they had attended to all business matters, they just began to chat and get to know each other better. They laughed to find out that they both didn't like sushi and hated the taste of beer. There were a dozen little quirks like that they shared in common. They talked about their childhoods, and in doing so what they eventually discovered about each other rocked both of them to their core. They both suffered tragedies when they were 13 and 12, respectively. Their fathers were both killed while serving in the military, forcing them to grow up faster and assume more responsibility at home helping their mothers. They were a year apart in age, so this meant that they lost their fathers in the same year. Talking about it further, they learned that their fathers died in the same week of the same year, serving in the same branch of the military. They froze. "Are any of your father's siblings still alive who may know and remember some more details about his death?" Glen asked. "Yes, my uncle, his younger brother, who looked up to him and remembers every detail," Jordan replied. "Put me on hold and call him," Glen said, pulling out his cell phone and calling his aunt. She was his father's closest relative and life-long best friend. She would know the details he had never thought to ask in all these years. "Ok," said Jordan, putting her office phone down and pulling out her cell as well. When they were done and rejoined each other 15 minutes later, they sat in silence after sharing what they had learned. Their fathers were part of the same unit within the same infantry company of the National Guard. They died as part of the same helicopter crash that killed 15 soldiers in all during a routine weekend training mission. They most certainly knew each other and likely were friends. They died together. Jordan and Glen sat in disbelief for a moment at the connection they shared. Then they discussed how it had affected them. Jordan was her father's only daughter and the apple of his eye. Glen talked about the pain of not having said goodbye. They just sat still and quiet as they took it in. In their silence they contemplated the cosmic fate that brought them together. "You know," Glen remarked, finally breaking the silence, "this is the longest we've talked on the phone since I left your office that day..." "That day in the rain," Jordan interjected, knowing exactly what he was thinking. They had been talking for over three hours. Hearing his deep voice had her constantly fighting those thoughts and pushing them out of her head while they chatted. She had been pretty successful keeping her thoughts straight up until now. Finishing their work for the day and talking about all the things they had in common seemed to give her mind license wander. "Mmmm hmm," Glen confirmed with growing lust in his voice. "Yes, that was a very wet day indeed. I had quite the puddle to clean up afterward," Jordan teased. "And you were so bad, so very bad." She could hear his breathing becoming heavier. "Is that a complaint?" Jordan asked, feigning insult. "Oh no, you are very good at being naughty, some might even call you wicked. I don't think Santa would be mad at you at all if he got you across his knee." "So if you were Santa I could still get presents for being so naughty?" Jordan was really being bad now, flirting shamelessly. "Oh, I'd have a gift for you, alright. But I also just may spank you for being so wicked." "Hey, my butt is delicate. You need to be good to her!" Jordan pouted. "You know exactly how good I'm going to be to your ass," Glen said, his voice going an octave lower. It was a statement of purely sinful intentions. Jordan blushed. "Mmmm, tell me," she said in a sultry voice, starting to give over to her desires. "You already got a taste of what I'm going to do to you," Glen replied. "A taste, huh?" Jordan said, smacking her lips. "Interesting choice of words." "And you were absolutely delicious, Jordan. So delicious!" Glen admitted, shocked at his own candor. "So you like the way I taste, huh?" Jordan asked, feeling incredibly sexy at his admission. "Like is not the word! It was almost as if you knew what I was going to do to you. I have to admire a woman who keeps herself ready like that. Unless you stay ready for your fiancé?" Glen asked, immediately regretting it. If she did, he didn't want to know. He didn't want that mental image in his head. "Actually no," Jordan admitted. "That's not really his... thing, if you will. To be honest, I was in a particularly raunchy mood that morning, and I got ready because I had a play date planned with my toys that you found. But what's your excuse?" "My excuse for what?" Glen asked. Jordan wondered if she could actually say what she was thinking. She had never come close to admitting such intimate details of her deepest and darkest desires to anyone; had never put voice to them. 'What the hell,' she thought finally. She had already given Glen a demonstration and truthfully, he made her feel safe in exposing her dark side to him. No man had ever provided her such freedom. "Your ass was also quite delectable, as I recall," she said finally. Yes, they were having a conversation about preparing one's ass for a lover's tongue. She was wet. Being slutty for him made her gush, there was just no denying it. "Is it your practice to keep yourself ready?" "Well, since we are being honest," Glen said as his dick swelled at her admission, "I have to admit that I started preparing myself on Mondays for... whatever might happen. I was not planning on what happened with us, but truthfully, my preparation was my subconscious betraying the lie I told myself about keeping our relationship strictly professional and friendly. But something in your eyes told me that we were kindred spirits in our deepest desires." "It seems we are," Jordan confirmed seriously. There was another pregnant pause in their conversation. "So," Glen interjected, changing the subject slightly, "where are your toys now?" "They're here, in my desk, still where you found them," Jordan said, nonchalantly. "You know, most people keep their sex toys in their bedrooms, in a night table or underwear drawer or something. Why are yours in your desk in your office? I've been dying to know, actually. Don't tell me you keep toys in every room in case of emergency, like a flashlight." Jordan laughed while she thought about whether to answer truthfully. "Let's just say my inspiration has been work related, as of late," she admitted coyly. "Who ever thought work could be so good," Glen replied. His erection was painful in its angry intensity. However, the thought of jacking off in his office was not appealing. The walls were thin and there were too many people around. Plus, he had nothing to use for lubrication and nothing handy with which to clean up. There was another long pause in the conversation as both of them contemplated whether to take their flirtation any further. They were on the verge of being at the point of no return but not quite there yet. His cock was hard and the moisture of excitement pooled between Jordan's thighs, but they could stop now and be ok. The next words would probably decide what they would be doing for the next half hour. Glen checked his watch. Most of his office was still out to lunch. 'To hell with trying to be good,' he thought. "So tell me about this new inspiration," Glen asked. Jordan smiled broadly, liking the pull she had on him, even in her conflicted state of mind. "That's a kind of personal question, don't you think?" she teased. "It's only fair," Glen quipped, "seeing as I've been rubbing myself raw for almost two months now, thinking of you." Jordan groaned then opened her drawer to take out her toys. She placed a foot up on her desk, opening herself for her touch. "Tsk tsk tsk, shame to waste all that," she said, smacking her lips so he could hear. It was Glen's turn to groan. "That's right, it seems we both have an insatiable appetite for each other." Heat was emanating from his tumid cock, pitching a circus-sized tent in his pants. Glen pressed down on his raging erection, trying to calm it. "I told myself I wouldn't do this," she said, easing her panties to the side and sliding a finger in her wetness. "We are only trying not to have sex," Glen said, gripping himself and squeezing. "Just talking on the phone isn't being too bad." "Phone sex can be just as bad," she responded. "Its gateway behavior, you should know about that working with addicts." "Gateway to what, baby?" he asked, playing dumb. "To this," Jordan said, turning on her large vibrator and bringing it near the mouthpiece of the phone so he could hear it. "I get chills remembering how you used my toy on me, how you played with me, shoved it in my hole, and how you drank from me as I... as I... as I came gushing in your mouth. Yeeeesssssssss!" Jordan cried, pushing the vibe deep into her pussy. "Aw fuck! Hold on one sec." Glen tore out of his office on a mission. He figured his assistant must have some lotion buried in one of her desk drawers. He rummaged through three before hitting pay dirt. He squirted a generous amount in his hand and grabbed a few tissues then went back in his office and shut the door, locking it. "Sorry about that," Glen said, sounding breathless after running back. "Shit Jordan, if we keep this up you're going to make me store a bottle of lube in my office." Jordan laughed wickedly, slowly shoving the dildo in and out of her dripping pussy, building her excitement. "Is that what you went to go do, find something to wet yourself?" she teased. "Yes," Glen said, struggling to undo his belt and unbutton his pants with one hand. "I found some lotion in my assistant's desk, luckily." "Too bad, I've got plenty of the natural stuff over here. In fact, I've got so much of it I could probably capture it and send you some in a bottle." Both of Jordan's legs were up on the desk now and her skirt was around her waist. Her panties were on the floor beside her chair. She had leaned all the way back in her chair and her hand was pushing the vibrator in and out of her tight hole with increasing speed. She could see her lips hugging its girth with every withdrawal. It was positively pornographic. "Hold on one sec, baby, I've got a little surprise for you," Jordan said, putting down her office phone and picking up her cell phone. She used it's camera to take a picture of the vibrator wet with her juices stuffed in her pussy. She almost came at how naughty she was being. Guarding her professional career and privacy, she NEVER sent any pictures of herself out over the internet, let alone pornographic ones. But this one was anonymous, there was nothing in it to identify that it was her steamy wet cunt being captured. She scrolled through her contacts to find Glen's email address then she hit send. She picked her office phone back up. "Check your email," she said breathlessly, near orgasm. Glen turned to his computer and pulled up her email. "OH FUCK!" he said, stroking himself with fervor. He zoomed in on the pornographic picture she sent him. He could see her waxed pussy in explicit detail, could see its glistening wetness. The blood surged into his shaft. "God, I wish that was me thrusting inside of you instead of that toy." Something In Her Eyes Ch. 02 "So do I," Jordan said, panting. "But we can't... uhhhhhhhnnnn... people will get hurt." "I can see how wet you are. I remember precisely how sweet you taste, how you rode my face when I caught you from falling off your ladder. You want this, you need this." "Need what, my baby... Oh fuck... Tell me," Jordan said. Her hand was a blur now, shoving the dildo into her with determined speed. "You need me to fuck you, to fuck you dirty and do all those nasty things to you that satisfy that dark animal instinct in your soul." Glen was getting close, too. "We connect because we both have this need, and neither of us can avoid it." "You know me so well," Jordan admitted. Her fiancé didn't even know this side of her, the part of her personality that had been a filthy slut for Glen when they fucked in her office two weeks ago. "God, I want you deep in me. Thrusting. Pounding. Staring into my eyes. Taking me..." "Owning your pussy," Glen continued, "making it mine, using you selfishly for my own nasty pleasure to satisfy my most filthy desires..." "Like your own... Oh God!... dirty little whore... Oh fuck!!!" Jordan was cuming, violently. Her orgasm crashed into her, wracking her body. Her words degenerated into a jumbled mess of syllables and grunts interlaced with an occasional obscenity. It was too much for Glen. Hearing her moans wrenched the cum right out of him, the sound of her voice like an invisible hand that reached into him and pulled the sauce from his balls in a violent torrent. His orgasm was so intense that he could not concentrate hard enough to make sure he caught the entire sticky mess he made in the wad of tissues he had. When he was finally able to regain his composure and open his eyes he saw that cum was everywhere -- on his clothes and on his desk, a few drops had made it onto some files and on his computer keyboard. "God, what a mess!" he exclaimed, breaking the sound of their heavy breathing. "Did I do that to you, baby?" Jordan teased. "You most certainly did," Glen admitted easily. "I shot everywhere." Jordan thought about how she wanted his cum all over her, how she wanted him to blast inside both of her holes, and how she wanted to swallow some more of it. The thought sent fresh spasms through her pussy and she shivered. He brought out the slut in her more than any other man. It scared her to death, but he made her feel safe in revealing that side of her personality, and she loved that about him. Finally she said, "I've got a small river running over here. I don't think I'll be able to get the stain out of this chair, let alone the smell." "Mmmmmm," Glen said. "I had to shower before I went home the last time we saw each other, and I hated it. I loved smelling you on my lips and on my face and on my fingers as I drove away. I wanted to keep smelling you as long as possible." "I know what you mean," said Jordan, "I hated washing your scent off of me as well. I was yours as long as I had your mark on me, and washing you off was like breaking the spell." "Speaking of which," Glen said with a little sadness in his voice, "I should let you go clean up, and I really need to as well before everyone comes back from lunch and sees the mess I've made of myself and my desk." Jordan could not help but laugh. It was a bittersweet one: she was sad that they could not indulge in the desire they had for each other, but she damn sure loved her interactions with him. "Ok, go clean yourself. Until next week then. Bye my baby." After Glen hung up he zipped up his pants then dashed quickly to the bathroom. He tried to clean himself as best he could, but cum stains on a black shirt would not come out with just water. He would have to rush home and change, scrub the stains out before they set in to make sure his girlfriend did not see any evidence of his dalliances. The thought of her brought a heavy feeling to his heart. He sat down on the commode with his elbows on his knees and cradled his head in his palms, reflecting on what had just happened. He thought about the profound connectedness he felt with Jordan at learning the dual fate of their fathers. He also thought about the fact that he just had a stronger orgasm masturbating with Jordan on the phone than he ever had in person with his girlfriend in their 3 years together. His reflection on all these issues resulted in the first crack in his resolve to not let developments with Jordan alter the commitment he had to his current relationship. --------- (_*_) -------- The following week their conversation went much the same way. For the first 90 minutes they talked professionally about their legal challenge. Jordan was ready to file papers launching the first lawsuit later that week. For this first case they selected a company against whom they had the best chance of winning, hoping to establish a precedent for the court. Even still it was a long shot. If they won that case, however, the others -- where the evidence was not so clear cut -- would be easier and the companies would be more likely to settle. But it wasn't about the money, they both agreed. It was about getting these companies to change their policies and give people a chance to earn an honest living. Glen was truly touched that she believed in this cause enough to do so much work without the promise of a big payday. It was one of the main reasons why he could not simply dismiss what he felt for her as just lust. He really did admire her personal and professional commitment to justice and to helping people. Like eager little kids just home from school doing homework, they greeted the completion of their work for the day as an opportunity to tear into playtime. Jordan's panties were quickly in a heap next to her on the floor and Glen had completely taken his pants and boxers off, in order to avoid making a mess of his clothes again. He also bought for his office a small bottle of lube he kept locked in a desk drawer, along with a towel. Their excitement was so intense that they were both panting through a fierce orgasm after no more than ten minutes. "You know, you still owe me a lunch date," Glen remembered as he wiped himself off. "It's safe, because we couldn't do anything in the middle of a crowded restaurant," he lied to both Jordan and himself. "So meet me for lunch next week." Jordan thought about if for a minute. Deep down, she knew better, and so did Glen, but she also lied to herself, burning to see him so badly, telling herself that indeed, they could be next to each other and it would be safe. Reluctantly but with butterflies in her stomach, she agreed. --------- (_*_) -------- The following week they met for their rain check lunch date, at a seafood place located centrally in the heart of town. The restaurant was crowded, offering them no privacy which was just perfect, Jordan thought. There was no way to get into trouble there. They were seated at a small table shrouded in a table cloth, right in the center of many other diners. They sat cattycorner from each other instead of directly across the table in order to hear each other better. Jordan was dressed in a charcoal business skirt and jacket that perfectly accentuated her smooth sun-kissed skin. Glen saw her and wanted to taste every inch of her. He had on a midnight blue suit, with faint pinstripes that lined his figure. Jordan flashed on the memory of what he looked like outside of his clothes, and quickly pushed it out of her mind. Initially their lunch proceeded without incident. They both wanted to eat light, so they each ordered a salad and decided to share an entre of grilled salmon topped with cilantro lime butter and mango salsa. It was delicious. As they ate they just enjoyed each other's company and conversation. Their conversation turned very serious as they talked about the economic crises facing the nation and Glen angrily expressed his frustration at the hundreds of billions of taxpayer dollars needed to bail out all the "crooks, thieves and swindlers who got us into this mess" in order to save peoples' jobs. Jordan smiled internally. She shared his anger but she loved seeing him get fired up. She eased her left foot out of her heel and reached out with it to caress his calf. Jordan's foot lingered and Glen welcomed the contact. He didn't let on in his demeanor, though, as they talked. Jordan appreciated that and it gave her an extra thrill, secretly being naughty while presenting a perfectly polished image of two colleagues having a business lunch. His discretion allowed her to feel safe with the minimal contact, made her want to risk pushing things a little further. "You know," Jordan said, changing the subject, "you have not told me any of your jokes lately. I miss them." "I was trying to be good," Glen responded. "You call what we did during our last two phone conversations being good?" Jordan asked. "Well, we were being better," Glen conceded, "better than we were behaving three weeks ago. So are you giving me permission to be naughty with you?" Glen asked, simultaneously reaching down to grab her foot that was caressing his calf. He placed her leg across his lap and began to give her a well practiced foot massage. Jordan suppressed a groan. "No, not too bad," she countered. "Try to be good." His strong hands drew the tension right out of her with their skilled manipulation of her arch, taking the time rub between each toe. He was being good, alright. Too good. Jordan decadently indulged in his ministrations, and soon kicked off her other heel and offered her other foot for him to perform his magic. What Jordan found most thrilling was that all the while he maintained an above-table demeanor of strict professionalism. His voice lowered a bit and if you could not hear them, you would have no clue that they were teasing each other into a heighted state of arousal. The table cloth obscured the fact that her feet were in his lap. If anyone looked their way, they would have no clue Glen was giving her a massage that was starting to make her wet. "I think I may have one you will like," Glen said finally, taking his time to settle on a joke to fit the occasion. His hands began to venture up past her ankles, massaging her lower legs as well. Jordan loved his muscular hands on her and the more excited she got, the more she lost her inhibitions. She spread her thighs subtly to give him greater access. As she did, she moved her foot closer to his crotch, feeling his cock stiffening. She started using the ball of her foot to rub his cock through his pants. Her foot was working magic on him, and soon Glen was sporting an erection to match the growing wetness between Jordan's thighs. Feeling Jordan rubbing his hardness only served to make him more excited, and he decided to take a risk and reach further. "What do you know about witches?" he asked, lightly rubbing and running his nails atop the fabric of her skirt guarding the skin of her thighs from his touch. "The stereotypical usual," she said, "green, black hats, and warts. Why?" Wanting to feel her warmth, Glen reached down to the hem of her skirt at her knees and pulled it up. Then his bare hand immediately went to rubbing the inside of her thighs where the heat was palpable. "Well, do you know why witches don't wear panties?" Glen asked, moving his hand further up toward her core. Jordan clamped her thighs shut tight, holding his hand stuck in there in her smooth warmth, unsure if she wanted to let him go any further. It was another of those fate-deciding pauses where the next action would decide just what direction the rest of the afternoon would take. Jordan looked to the mirror across from them to make sure that the table cloth continued to obscure their activities. It did. Her heart was pounding, she knew she was being wicked, but she could not resist opening her thighs to allow him full access. Glen kept his cool, and did not let on to the rush he felt at the change their afternoon just took. "I have no clue. Tell me," she said finally as she spread her legs for him. Glen reached her apex and felt the very wet heat coming through the soft cotton crotch of her lacy panties. He looked at her with an urgent intensity and a smoldering stare of desire, breaking his demeanor for the first time that afternoon. He held her eyes with his and let his fingers slide along the wet surface, feeling for the nub of her clit and rubbing it briefly. He found the lacey fabric's edge and pulled it to the side, exposing her hole to the cool air of the restaurant's AC. "Because it helps them keep a better grip on the broom," he said in a barely audible voice, pressing two fingers forcefully up inside her. She was so wet he felt no resistance. The combination of laughter and the stab of pleasure gushed from her in a loud burst. She brought her napkin up to her mouth to stifle her outburst and hide the crimson flush that was sweeping up her cheeks. Glen's professional demeanor returned and he brought his left hand up to continue eating his salad while his right hand continued slowly finger fucking her pussy under the table. Just when Jordan seemed to have resumed her control Glen decided to see if he could raise the stakes even further by giving her a challenge he was almost sure she would not accept. He leaned in close to her and whispered, "Why don't you go and take these off?" motioning with his hand to her panties. "We shouldn't," Jordan said tentatively. Glen found the nub of her clit again and pressed on it. Jordan practically melted in her seat. It was no use resisting, she was weak in his presence. She did not want to admit to as much so easily, though. "I actually need to go to the Ladies room, I'll think about it," she said finally. Jordan slipped her feet back into her heels then excused herself to go to the restroom. She could feel the sodden under garments wet against her skin. While she was gone Glen hailed the waiter and ordered a large bowl of fruit. When Jordan returned Glen wondered if she had actually done it. She sat down and Glen tried to reach for her again under the table but she pushed his hand away. Instead, she discretely pulled her panties out of her purse sitting on her lap and folded the flimsy moist white lace into her napkin. She used the table cloth to obscure her actions so that not even Glen could see. Jordan adjusted her panties so that the damp crotch was folded on the outside of the napkin, blending into the white fabric of the linen. "You have a little something on the side of your mouth," Jordan said innocently. "Here, let me get that for you." Before Glen could react, Jordan ever so casually brought the napkin with her panties inside and wiped his mouth, rubbing the wet crotch all over his lips and under his nose. Her scent rocked his brain like a jolt of electricity. He knew it instantly and his dick swelled with excitement, hurting him it was so hard. He struggled to keep his cool. An image flashed in his mind of throwing everything on their table to the floor, pushing Jordan up there and fucking her right in front of everybody in the restaurant. He had to close his eyes and grip the table to keep from doing anything rash. Jordan watched him struggle and a wicked smile broke out on her face in triumph. Glen opened his eyes and looked at Jordan with a smoldering stare. Before he could do anything, however, her phone rang. Jordan looked at the caller ID and froze. It was her fiancé. "Shit," she said out loud. "I need to take this." "By all means," Glen said, acting cool. Just then the waiter came by with their plate of fruit, containing slices of melons, strawberries, papaya, and grapes. While Jordan talked he plucked a slice of honeydew melon from the plate in front of them then discretely let his hand bearing the fruit disappear under the table. Jordan clamped her legs shut tight, again trapping his hand in her strong thighs and forbidding his entry. She was torn, as her body definitely wanted to spread for him, but not while she was on the phone with her fiancé. "Hi honey," she said into her phone, "what's up?" Hearing that it was her fiancé on the phone only made Glen more determined. He reached down with his other hand to pry her thighs apart. Jordan relented. It was really only a half-hearted defense she was putting up. Truthfully, she wanted it. She almost yelped into the phone when the cold fruit touched her wet lips. Glen hesitated and did not push it inside her right away. The sensation was thrilling. She reached a free hand down and grabbed Glen's forearm, digging her nails in deeply, almost deep enough to draw blood. "Be good," she mouthed silently to him, looking at Glen with pleading eyes. "I plan on it," he whispered back, and with that pushed the cold fruit into her steamy tunnel. He pushed it in deep to the first knuckle of his finger, and Jordan worried whether he would be able to get it out easily. Glen was quick, though, and a few rubs on her clit brought forth some spasms of her pussy that pushed the fruit right back out into his palm. Glen brought the fruit to his mouth and smelled it briefly before pushing it slowly between his lips. He savored the sticky fruit in three bites, leaving Jordan hungry for more. He grabbed a piece of papaya and repeated the process, all while Jordan continued to talk on the phone. For his part, Glen looked totally innocent as he did all this. He pulled a stack of papers from his briefcase and pretended to be looking them over while patiently waiting for Jordan to finish her conversation, all while leisurely enjoying a plate of luscious fruit. Jordan was finding it hard to concentrate, and it did not help that her fiancé was talking to her about planning their wedding. Her mind was a mess with the slew of emotions swirling in her head. Glen decided to be naughty and raise the stakes again. For the next piece of fruit he chose a strawberry. He dipped it into her honey and then fed it to her lips instead of his own. Jordan gobbled it hungrily, letting her tongue swipe at his fingers ever so subtly before he withdrew them. She felt horribly guilty, but guilt over the situation only fed her excitement over how bad she was being. She could not help but be turned on by the feeling of being so wickedly yet discretely naughty, in public, on the phone with her fiancé no less! Her pulse was racing and her pussy was throbbing. "Mmmmm," she said, swallowing the berry after savoring it on her tongue. Then after a pause, "Oh nothing, just enjoying a little fruit fondue for lunch with a client." Glen chuckled to himself, loving her quick wit. And so it continued -- Glen shoved piece after piece of fruit into her dripping pussy, letting them marinade in her and soak up her flavor like in a pitcher of sangria, then massaged her clit so her cunt would squeeze the fruit back out. Jordan was near panting and hysterical with lust from his teasing, but could not seem to get off the phone with her fiancé fast enough. She did not even want a big wedding with so much fuss, but their families had insisted, and Jordan went along to please everybody. But it was only 3 months away, and she had been slacking on taking care of her end of the planning. She needed to at least give her fiancé the impression that she was taking it seriously, so she stayed with the call. Glen meanwhile continued to feed them both fruit sticky with her nectar, until only the grapes remained. The waiter stopped by to refill their waters and asked if they wanted some more fruit. Instead of curtly dismissing him, Glen carried on a conversation with him as he continued to play with her pussy under the table. Jordan was horrified and started turning red. Two could play at this game, though, so she coolly let her free hand travel down into Glen's lap and grabbed onto the raging hard-on she found there. Rubbing and squeezing his head quickly had Glen unable to hold up his end of the conversation and he immediately dismissed the waiter. Jordan elbowed him in his gut, but continued playing with his cock. She could feel its heat searing through his pants. Something In Her Eyes Ch. 02 "What was that honey?" Jordan had lost track of what was going on in her own conversation as well. "Oh, yeah I've set up the final appointment with the caterer next week; they said they could meet after 5 when you get off work. Samantha's going with me to pick up my dress the next day." 'I'm sorry,' she mouthed silently to Glen. Glen said nothing, but only reached for the bunch of grapes left in their fruit bowl. He plucked them off one by one and fed them to her greedy hole, never taking any out to eat afterwards. Jordan watched the grapes disappear from the vine until she was full, wonderfully full. She couldn't take any more. "Sweetie, I'm being rude to my client and I really need to go, can we handle this later when I get home?" Jordan begged. Nodding, she said, "Okay, I love you, too. Bye." Glen motioned to the waiter and paid the bill. He took her panties out of her napkin and stuffed them in his pocket. Glen grabbed her hand and almost pulled her from the restaurant. They were both starving now from a different kind of hunger. Plus, hearing her say "I love you" and make plans to marry another man stirred something dark deep within him. His animal flared, and he burned with the need to take her roughly and make her his. He knew the score, knew that every moment they had together was stolen from someone else, but it didn't matter. It was strange, funny maybe, how she could stir up such conflicting emotions in him. On the one hand she brought forth within him the most profound desire to nurture her with the sweetest tenderness; to kiss her, hold her, love her, lick her, and protect her from any harm. On the other hand, he wanted to hurt her with the force and savagery of his fucking, use her body to satisfy his most filthy desires, soil her, and leave her body sore, worn out, and chafed. He wanted to make it such that she'd be in no shape to give herself to another man, mentally, emotionally or physically; leave her so that for the next week every time she sat down or moved her legs she'd be reminded of him by the tenderness of the muscles in her groin. And this he wanted to do, not out of disrespect, not to shame her or strip her of her dignity, but to free them each to lose themselves in the hedonistic pursuit of life's ultimate pleasure. So there was no conflict in his heart about wanting to do these things to her. They were both two different sides of the deep feelings he had developed for her. They tore out of the restaurant and headed for a nearby motel across the street. Jordan tried her best to hold onto the pieces of fruit buried inside her, and could feel them squishing together as they walked. They both would have preferred a nicer hotel, but their need was too urgent. The motel rented rooms by the hour, Glen paid for four. Secretly, Jordan was thrilled at the prospect of doing something so completely and utterly slutty, imagining all the prostitution that must have taken place in the motel over the years. She also knew that on this occasion, he was going to fuck her like the dirtiest of whores. Her pussy creamed with anticipation. ---------(_*_)---------- Not a word passed between them as they rode up the elevator. They hurried to their room number and no sooner were they in the door when Glen pushed her face-first against the wall. He roughly unzipped her skirt and yanked it off of her then spun her around. He knelt before her and placed both of her thighs over his shoulders, supporting her weight. He latched his mouth around the lips of her sticky cunt and began sucking out the fruit inside. Jordan grabbed the back of Glen's head and rode his face for all she was worth. His eyes never tore from hers as he savored every mouthful of squished grapes as he lapped them out of her sweet pussy. She grunted and he moaned with every swallow. While eating her Glen reached down to unfasten his pants and free his achingly hard dick. His rigid shaft sprang forth stiffly, its head wet with pre-cum from all the teasing in the restaurant. It was sore with need and he couldn't hold off for too long. When he had the last mouthful of grapes he stood up abruptly and impaled her on his shaft. His strong hands held her ass in an iron grip and her legs locked around his waist. Jordan looked down to see the lewd display of her dripping pussy wrapped snugly around his thick angry cock. She squeezed him with her cunt, welcoming him inside her. He flexed his turgid dick and she felt his head flare in her depths as it filled with blood. She squeezed him again and he flared again. Her juices eased out of her, wetting his pubic hair as it dripped down onto his balls. She looked up and met his eyes. His mouth consumed her as Glen started fucking her in rough, measured thrusts. He had not swallowed the last mouthful of the sweet fruit he ate out of her, and Jordan fed from his mouth ravenously. Their tongues slid along each other smoothly as the urgency of their fucking increased, slamming her against the wall. The three weeks they spent apart had been torture, the teasing merciless, and the need was exploding out of them in a searing heat. Jordan groaned out his name. The occupants of the room next to theirs banged on the wall to let them know they were making too much noise and needed to move to a different part of the room. Glen carried her to the bed, never missing a stroke. He laid her on her back and pushed her legs up further to drape over his shoulders and continued to pound into her. The look in his eyes was fierce with the force he was putting into fucking her. The room was filled with the sound of their grunts and groans and the squishy slapping of their crotches slamming into each other. The pungent smell of raw sex hung heavy in the air. The bed springs squealed for help underneath them. Jordan dug her nails into his shoulders as her head rolled back in bliss. "Yeessssss, fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Jordan continued to squeeze her pussy in sync with the wonderful rhythm of abuse her tight hole was taking. She clenched on every down stroke and released when he withdrew, reaching down to grab his ass to pull him into her harder, so greedy was her cunt with need. A light film of sweat broke out over them both as they reached a terminal heat. It started in her toes. They curled as it left her feet and sped through the rest of her, wracking her body in waves of uncontrollable spasms. With all he felt for her and seeing her trembling beneath him like that, Glen couldn't take it. He had planned to fuck her through her first orgasm but her body had other plans for him. Her heat, her wetness and her perfectly-timed clenches yanked the cum out of him violently and he yelled her name as his back arched through his release. He fucked her through his orgasm, unable to stop, pounding each gushing spurt of his milky thickness deep into her womb. Her body drank him shamelessly, sucking him with her pussy, hungry for his seed. Finally he came to rest, still throbbing inside her, and still hard as a rock. "Let me," Jordan said, pushing him back until he was resting on his knees so she could crawl out from under him, "taste you." She turned around and laid on her stomach before him, reaching for his shaft but Glen stopped her. She looked up at him. He caressed her face gently with one hand, rubbing his thumb lightly over her lips. She licked it then sucked it into her mouth, mimicking what she wanted to do to him on his finger. His cock twitched, itching to get into her mouth. She wondered how long he would deny her, deny his self. Glen pulled his thumb from her lips with a wet smack. Then he lifted her chin to look up at him. Jordan saw the dark fire in his eyes and her heart skipped a beat. He held her jaw in his strong hand, holding her firmly in place. With his other hand, he took his wet dick and rubbed his dripping head all over her face, marking her with their combined juices. Jordan closed her eyes and moaned, feeling ever so dirty. "God, you make me such a slut," she whispered, barely loud enough for Glen to hear, like she was telling a deep secret she could not yet admit freely. "It's because you make me crazy," he said through clenched teeth. "You make me want to do real bad things with you," he continued in a deep growl. "Now open your mouth." Jordan did as she was instructed and Glen placed his head on her tongue. She licked the underside while waiting for permission to devour him like she wanted. Glen let go if his dick and brought his right hand around to the back of her head, still holding her chin in his left. "Look at me, baby," he said in a tender tone that did not match his actions. She opened her eyes. Their stares locked and they held still like that for a second, a whole book of emotions expressed between them without saying a word. Then Glen began to methodically fuck her face. His thrusts into her were relentless, using her mouth like a whore's cunt. Jordan tasted their combined juices as she felt his ridge and swollen veins sliding in and out of her mouth. She buried a hand in her pussy and rubbed her clit as he took her for his pleasure. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth as he forced his way again and again into her throat. It was a wet and sloppy blowjob as he fucked her mouth like he owned it. Jordan wanted to take ownership of him as well, so she took her sticky fingers out of her pussy and brought her hand up to cup his balls. Reaching back a little further she began to massage his anus with her index finger. Jordan knew she was having the desired effect as he began to fuck her face harder. She increased the pressure until his sphincter gave way letting her finger sink in to the second knuckle. Glen had never let a woman play with him back there to do anything more than licking. Penetration of any sort had always been out of the question. It angered him, not because she did it, but because he didn't stop her. So he fucked her throat harder. But that only served to make her begin fingering his ass in earnest. He felt vulnerable way past his comfort level, but he had to admit that he did not feel threatened. She did not make him feel like his manhood was at stake. Instead, he felt manlier because he knew she was doing it for him, to be the best for him, to give him ultimate pleasure and the best blowjob of his life. As she faithfully swirled her tongue around his head with every withdrawal, it most certainly was. They established a good rhythm together but Glen had to stop when he felt the stirrings of another orgasm. The added prostate stimulation would send him over if he didn't change things up. He had other plans that could not be put off. He withdrew from her mouth reluctantly with a wet 'plop.' They were both breathing heavily. Jordan's lips were red and swollen and she had a wild look in her eyes. She sucked on the finger she had just pulled from being buried in his ass, coyly looking up at him with innocent eyes. Seeing her do that brought Glen's lustful heat to a fever pitch. He bent to kiss her roughly, savoring their combined flavor on her lips and tongue. It was time. Glen grabbed a couple of pillows and asked Jordan to go up on her knees and elbows so he could put them underneath her. Then with her ass up in the air and her face down on the bed, he knelt behind her. "Spread for me, baby," he instructed. Jordan reached back with both hands and did so eagerly. She had been in need of this from him from the first moment he hinted and joked that anal play might be something he was into. It was everything she missed at home. Glen shoved two fingers in her pussy and began feasting on her ass. He couldn't hold back, there was no time for subtle buildup. He had been in desperate need of this from her as well. As Jordan began to relax his tongue gradually made its way inside her hole. Jordan broke out into a full-body blush at the nastiness of the act. If he did this to her every day for the rest of her life it would never get old, she though. She concentrated on relaxing more as he reamed and tongue-fucked her ass thoroughly. Glen smiled to himself, loving her clean taste. She had prepared for him this morning before she left her house, as had he for her, meaning that on some level, both of them had planned to be right here doing this very thing this afternoon. He reveled in giving her the most intimate of kisses two people can share. When she was relaxed enough Glen replaced his tongue with the wet fingers he took out of her pussy. Jordan took the thicker penetration slowly, taking full, measured breaths and pushing out to let him in. Once they sank all the way in, Glen held his fingers inside her and began to massage the inside of her rectum until he found the hard rubbery surface of her g-spot through her vaginal wall. Jordan gushed at the pressure he applied there, a loud groan escaping her lips. He pressed his thumb in the pool of her pussy and then began to rub her clit with it as he finger-fucked her ass. As she grew accustomed to his invasion Jordan began rutting back at him to meet his finger thrusts. She was ready. Glen removed his fingers then used his mouth to suck some more juice from her pussy then he used his tongue to lube her with the combination of cunt juice and saliva. When he backed away her hole was shiny. She beckoned him back by flexing her anus and blowing him an anal kiss, still faithfully holding her cheeks spread for him. Glen moaned at her lewd display. He took his dick and jammed it into her pussy to the hilt, wetting it again. Jordan's breath caught in her throat as he withdrew it just as quickly and put his head at her smaller entrance. He began to slowly push. Jordan got nervous and tensed up but he was so hard with excitement that there was no bend or give to his cock. It insistently demanded entrance to her bowels. Jordan looked back at him over her shoulder, pleading for gentleness with her eyes. Glen brought a hand around to rub the small of her back. "Breath baby, relax and let me inside you," he said with tenderness. He bent down to rain kisses on her back. That touch of affection was all she needed. The petals of her rose flowered open for him and he tunneled into her. Jordan cried in bliss. The fullness of having him in her back there was exquisite. There was no other feeling in the world like it, no other sexual experience that could match its intensity. Feeling so forcefully filled with dick was the ultimate thrill ride for Jordan. She felt so free with Glen. Free to indulge her body's deepest desires without fear of judgment from him. Glen straightened up and grabbed onto her hips, holding her steady while impaled on his shaft. He had only sunk about three quarters of the way into her. When she had adjusted to his size, she used her rectal muscles to give him a squeeze, letting him know she was ready. Glen withdrew slowly and stabbed back into her bowels. Jordan mewed beneath him, grinding her ass back into his hips trying to take more of him inside of her. She was unbelievably tight around him, and she could feel every detail of every ridge and every vein along his shaft. She could draw an accurate picture of him if she had to, just from feeling him so snugly in her ass. His moans told her how much he loved being inside of her, which turned her on even more. With her right hand she let go of spreading her cheeks to reach underneath them and rub her clit. Glen increased the pace of his thrusts but still wouldn't push the last two inches into her. It was driving Jordan crazy. She wanted it all. She knew he had more to give and she was determined to make him give it to her. "Fuck me," she said, but Glen only laughed and continued as before. "Fuck me, God damn it!" she said, trying to push back onto him to capture more of him in her humid depths. Glen ripped one of the pillows out from underneath her, allowing her to lay a little more flat. Then he leaned over her torso, supporting his weight with his arms placed on either side of her head, increasing his leverage. "Is this what you need?" he asked, pounding one violent thrust into her before settling into a slower rhythm. "Hell yes, baby, don't stop. Fuck me!" she panted. "Like this?" he asked, again stabbing one forceful thrust into her ass but then resuming a slow pace. Jordan grew insane with his teasing, almost angry. "Are you teasing me because you're not man enough to fuck me any harder?" she asked, wiggling her ass back at him. That did it. Glen let his full length sink into her, taking her breath away. "You needed this, didn't you, needed to be my whore," he whispered softly in her ear as he ground the last inch of his dick down into her bowels. She could feel every part of him down deep inside her, like he might come out the other end. She felt him throbbing inside rectum. Her leaking pussy was making a sloppy mess of the remaining pillow underneath her. "Yes," she whispered back, arching her hips to try to capture even more of him in her depths. "What'd you say, baby?" he asked, slowly pulling out a few inches. "Yes!" she groaned, louder this time, pushing her ass back into him. "Say it!" he growled, with a sharp, full jab into her ass. "Yessss!" she said even louder, "fuck me!" "SAY - IT! TELL - ME - LIKE - YOU - MEAN - IT!" he insisted, driving hard into her with every syllable. "YES, YES, YESSSSSSSSS!!!!! I needed to be your whore! I needed your dick in my ass! My God, I needed this so bad! Fuck me, Glen, fuck my ass!" Jordan could not believe the words coming out of her mouth but she was glad she said them, as Glen began giving her the fucking of her life, slamming into her ass without restraint. Growls and screams and the furious sound of wet flesh slamming into flesh were the only sounds that could be heard. She was about to cum and cum violently when all of a sudden he pulled out of her, standing on the bed above her. "Show me," he demanded, "show me how bad you need it, how nasty you can be." Jordan knew what he wanted. She knew because deep down she wanted it too, though she had never even admitted it to herself. She wanted to be taken like this, pushed to the edge of her sanity. She turned around quickly and without hesitation devoured him with her mouth. "Holy fuck!" Glen let out, "God, you're a sexy bitch! My sweet sexy bitch." It thrilled Jordan for him to talk so dirty to her. She took him all the way into her throat and buried her nose in his pubic hair, reveling in his manly scent. She sucked him like her life depended on it, grabbing his ass and pulling him into her mouth as deep as possible. It was a slutty display to beat all others. Glen couldn't take it for long. He pulled out of her mouth and laid her on her back. He bent her legs all the way back so that her knees were in her chest then he placed a pillow under her ass to lift it up off the bed a little more. He climbed back on top of her and put the head of his angry cock back at her now dilated asshole. He sunk back into her easily, all the way to the hilt. There was a special intimacy to having anal sex in this position. They stared deep into each other's eyes as Glen started to pound her again, fucking her with all his might, putting all his strength into every thrust. He abused her ass, slamming into her with reckless abandon. It was too intense, and Jordan worried if she could really take it, if he might actually injure her. There was an almost angry look on his face and his passion was so concentrated she knew she couldn't stop him even if she wanted to, and she surely did not. Then he kissed her. It was a sweet and tender counterpoint to the violence that was going on below their waists. That's all it took to push her over. She had an out of body experience as she seemed to float away from their encounter, and everything went silent. Then it all came crashing back as both of their screams echoed loudly in her ears. Orgasms rolled through her in wave after wave, and she lost count of how many there were. Her words became unintelligible as her body struggled to ride out the energy from her release. Something In Her Eyes Ch. 02 Glen was only a second behind her, he held off just long enough to watch her body as she came. He wanted to have that memory of her in that state for the rest of his life. Jordan's eyes shot open in disbelief that he could get any bigger as she felt him expand inside her with his imminent release. Seeing her cum so hard added extra fuel to his fire, and he exploded deep in her ass, filling her rectum with his seed. For Glen, it almost hurt he came so hard, his balls pumping jet after jet of white hot cum into her. Then the most amazing thing happened. Jordan was astounded at what she saw. When he was fucking her pussy earlier he looked intense. When he was fucking her ass he looked angry, but when Glen was cumming in her ass the innocent look of a little child came over his face. Jordan was seeing the true essence of his soul. Behind all his dark passion was a sweet little boy, scared he might lose who he loved the most. Jordan's heart melted. "That was amazing, baby," she said as he finally came to rest atop her. "I'm afraid I'm quite sore, though" Jordan admitted, lightly pushing his hips back to ease his still half-erect cock out of her. It came out of her with a plop and she stroked it, amazed it still had any life in it. "How can you still be semi-hard?! I'm not sure I can take care of you any further, baby," she said, "I'm sore everywhere." She saw the look of concern in Glen's eyes and cradled his face in her hands, bringing his lips to hers for a gentle kiss. "Don't worry, I loved it, and would not have wanted it any differently," she said, easing his worry over her. "My sweet baby," Glen whispered, hugging her to him tight. Then he broke from her embrace and turned her on her stomach. He got behind her and kissed a line down her back as he scooted down on the bed, brining his face level with her ass, glistening with their sweat. He gently pried her cheeks apart and looked at her abused hole. It was red and swollen from the merciless pounding he'd given her. Another involuntary spasm went through her, and a stream of his cum came dribbling out of her anus, looking and smelling just as clean as when it comes out of him. Glen lowered his head and began to lick lovingly at her hole, lapping up their nasty salty juices and soothing her soreness. He sucked and gently probed at her musky center, coaxing more of his cum out of her. Jordan was mortified, what Glen was doing was disgusting. A shudder passed through her from the mental rush it gave her. She used her sore and tender sphincter to gently push outward, making sure he got every drop. When she was sure he had, she turned over onto her back and pulled him up to her. Jordan grabbed Glen by the hair and pulled his lips forcefully to hers, drinking hungrily from his mouth and swallowing every bit she could. It was a kiss so sexy she broke out in goose bumps, by far the most thrilling kiss of her life. It was something her fiancé would never do to her, would never do for her. Not because he did not love her as much as Glen did, but because it just wasn't in him. He had no dark side that needed sex done dirty like that. He didn't particularly care for anal sex, let alone intense and protracted rimming. Just the thought of something like this would disgust and appall him and likely send him running, thinking she was sick. But with Glen it was different. They understood each other on this primal level and shared a need for a kind of intimacy that would scare most people. She had known Glen for two months and yet they had shared their deepest and darkest secrets. Her fiancé had lived with her for three years and did not know her like Glen knew her. "Baby, I have to pee," Jordan said, finally breaking the kiss. Glen rolled from over her to let her up. She tried to stand but her legs were wobbly and sore, all the way up through her hips. She fell back down onto the bed. Glen laughed. Jordan punched him in his arm playfully, saying "see what you did to me?" Glen stole a quick kiss and then stood up. He scooped her up into his arms and Jordan wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her to the bathroom. She buried her face in his neck, smelling him. He smelled of aftershave, sweat, and sex -- a heady combination of smells for Jordan -- and she could not resist having a taste while he carried her. He set her down on the toilet. Jordan thought Glen would leave and close the door behind him but instead he grabbed a towel and laid it on the cold tile floor in front of the bowl. 'How sweet,' Jordan thought, 'he doesn't want my feet to get cold.' Then he shocked her by spreading her legs and kneeling on his knees right before her. Jordan hesitated. She had peed in the presence of a man before, but never like this. "Go ahead, baby," was all he said before wrapping his arms around her and leaning in to kiss her. Finally Jordan let go. It was a strange sensation, peeing and kissing at the same time. When he heard her finish Glen broke the kiss and took a wad of tissue and wiped her. "I adore you, Glen Arrington," she said, holding his face in her hands and staring deeply into his eyes. It was another shared moment of intimacy that touched her deeply. He smiled, then picked her up again and carried her back to the bed where they cuddled and continued kissing for a while, not saying a word. -------- (_*_) -------- Jordan awoke with a start, momentarily forgetting what day it was or where she was. The dark arms around her were not those of her fiancé, and she remembered she was in a motel room with Glen. She was curled up against his chest, and his gentle snoring had soothed her to sleep. Panic stricken, she looked over at the clock on the bedside table. "Shit!" she said, rising up on her arms. "Wake up, baby," she said to Glen, gently shaking him. He opened his eyes, saw her and smiled. Then the same panicked look came over his face as he realized also that they were not still supposed to be here. "What time is it?" he asked, reaching out to caress her. "It's after 5, fuck!" she said. "I didn't mean to fall asleep." "We need to shower and get out of here," he said, "come on." Her legs were a little steadier now and Jordan could stand. They showered quickly, taking turns to wash each other but too panicked to do anything too bad because they each knew they had to hurry. As it was, lies would have to be told to excuse their lateness. They dressed in silence, a somber mood overtaking them. When they both were ready they stood at the door, unable to leave and just looked into each other's eyes. The kiss was different this time. It had the same urgency but was also full of sadness and longing. They both knew that they could not continue like this, and it may be the last time. If not, they would both have to hurt people who they loved and who really loved them. Tears flowed down their cheeks as the kiss intensified, missing each other already. With one last touch, they opened the door and walked out of the motel in silence. They got in their respective cars and drove away. --------- (_*_) -------- End of Part 2. Thank you all for your votes and comments. We are not sure if there will be a part 3, as this story is still unfolding in actual events. Jordan may have to write the next chapter herself. My gut tells me, however, that it is best left as it is, for really we all have to make this decision for ourselves: whether to take a chance on true love or stick with something good and faithful but perhaps not ultimately fulfilling. Thanks for reading, - Jayded Lust Something In Her Eyes Ch. 03 This is the third chapter in a series. To understand the characters and events presented here, please find Something In Her Eyes Ch. 1 and Something In Her Eyes Ch. 2 for the full back story. These stories are dedicated to my inspiration and my love. I miss you, my baby, my SSB. -------- (_*_) -------- As he packed his third bag, Glen wondered if he had finally lost his mind. He could not believe that he was actually going to go through with it. When he was much younger, people wondered about his sanity, if he was all there. They wondered what kind of future he would have, if he would possibly end up in prison. Back then, up until he turned 14, he used to get into trouble – a lot of trouble. 'Somebody call the police' kind of trouble. As he reached into the cherry-stained wood dresser to pull out extra clothing for an unplanned number of days away from home, he thought about how far he had come since those days. In the past twenty-some-odd years Glen had straightened up, cleaned up his behavior and completed a good education. Now he had a good job, was doing positive work, and was making decent money. He had proved everyone wrong who thought he would not amount to anything; that he would always be someone constantly in trouble for doing something terrible. Why in the world was he about to risk it all now? He looked at the invitation one more time. A mixture of pain, lust, longing, dread, anxiety, adrenaline, desperation and love all churned together in a storming sea inside of him, making it hard to think properly and clearly. Michael, one of the star graduates of his The Bridge Home Community Re-entry Program, had swiped a copy for him one afternoon while making a delivery of documents to her office related to the court case. Michael knew without ever being told just how Glen felt about her, he had known since the first time he saw them together when she came to visit the program before deciding she would take them on as a client. So Michael took the sample invitation just in case Glen wanted to know. He was discrete enough to place it on his desk in an envelope without saying a word, and Glen appreciated that. For that, he was willing to forgive Michael this slight lapse into an old habit of petty and not-so-petty theft that had previously landed him in prison. Glen tucked the invitation into the bag that had his other supplies. He really didn't need it - all the information on the card burned a painful hole in his psyche. Would he really risk everything for this? He made one final check to make sure he had everything before loading the three bags in the back of his car. He was running on instinct. The animal in him was out in full form, running wild, acting on primal urges. That was the only way to explain what he was contemplating doing. -------- (_*_) -------- Three months earlier... Jordan was lost in thought as she rolled the sheer black stockings up her legs. She barely registered that her fiancé had been speaking to her. "What did you say, honey? I'm sorry, my mind was preoccupied." It was Friday evening and all week Jordan had not been able to free her mind of the experience she had with Glen the previous Monday: their lunch date, the fruit, and the seedy motel afterwards... She had never experienced anything so intense with another human being. Yet, she walked away from the encounter determined that it could never happen again and therefore it would never happen again. Nevertheless, both her body and mind were possessed with the memory – every place on her body where Glen had touched or kissed still tingled in recollection. It was only on Thursday when she could finally sit without experiencing the slight tenderness that remained from all that he had done to her. She remembered the fiery look in his eyes, his smell, his taste, their combined tastes as she licked them off of him - off of his lips, his chin, his cock... Seemingly nothing could free her mind from reliving the experience over and over again, and it was driving her crazy. "That's been happening a lot lately, sweetie," her fiancé, Richard said. "I'm beginning to worry about you. I said, 'we don't have to go if you are too tired or not feeling up to it,'" he repeated, watching her get into her black cocktail dress. It was one of his favorites that showed off her curves nicely and contrasted well with her sun-kissed skin. But he could tell that Jordan was not really in a party mood. "No, Alan is a good, close friend of the family," Jordan said. "I haven't seen his daughter Liz for years, but we were close when we were kids, so we really need to be there to support her if nothing else." Jordan remembered how close she and Elizabeth used to be as teenagers. Their parents were close friends and the kids of both families used to play together often as they were growing up. Then right after high school, Liz got pregnant unexpectedly, and married soon after. She and her husband moved away to the next town over, and all family gossip indicated that their marriage was degenerating and had become abusive. Under the circumstances, the friendship between them had just waned. Then things took a turn for the better about 6 years ago when Liz mustered up the courage to get a divorce. Afterward she went back to school and took classes full time, worked full time, and somehow still managed to raise her son. Liz's father, Alan, was throwing the party as a joint celebration of her 35th birthday, her son's 16th birthday, and her graduation with a master's degree in early childhood education. It was truly a remarkable comeback story. Jordan finished dressing and together she and Richard drove to the party being held at Alan's house on the other side of town. During the drive Jordan remained quiet in her thoughts, so he turned on the radio. The silence was louder than the music. They arrived an hour after the party's official start time. "Come in, come in," Alan said, grabbing Jordan by the arm and leading her through the foyer. "This must be Richard." The two men shook hands, then Alan continued, "there is someone here you absolutely must meet." Jordan's breath caught in her throat as Alan led her and her fiancé over toward the couple. The woman, who she did not know, was attractive in a short, chic red dress. She was laughing heartily, hanging on the arm of none other than Mr. Glen Arrington. "Both of your dads and I were close friends, we were all in the same guard unit," Alan explained as he brought Jordan and Glen together. Jordan saw an equal look of shock on his face as he extended his hand to shake hers. They were both stunned to be meeting like this and it showed from the looks on their faces. Jordan was nervous even though she knew Glen would maintain a professional decorum. She waited for him to speak first to see how they would play it. It gave her much needed time to catch her breath. Glen did not acknowledge to Alan that he already knew Jordan as he said hello. His demeanor had recovered quickly, and the initial shock on his face was long gone. He shook her hand firmly, enveloping her small hand in his large one. Just before letting it go, he used his middle finger to draw a lazy circle in Jordan's palm. No one could see what he was doing. He worked his finger back and forth in her palm like he was massaging a crevice and Jordan marveled at how the slightest touch from him could get her heart racing. An equally well acted look of concerned surprise came over Glen's face as Alan explained why he was introducing them. "It just so happened that I was out on sick leave with a rotator cuff injury the weekend of the chopper accident," Alan revealed. Jordan and Glen had discovered on their own two weeks ago that their fathers were in the same Army National Guard unit and died together in a freak helicopter crash during training exercises. "Well," Alan continued, "given that your dads were good friends and the nature of their deaths, you two really should know each other. My daughter Elizabeth knows you both - you Jordan better than Glen - but we were talking before the party and realized that you two had likely never met. So Jordan Thomas, meet Glen Arrington." "It is very nice to meet you, Jordan," Glen said. "And this is my girlfriend, Selena." The woman in red offered her hand to Jordan as well. "It's very good to meet you as well, Glen, Selena, and this is my fiancé, Richard," Jordan said. The five of them took turns shaking each other's hands with Alan in the middle. A slight look of panic crossed Glen's face as he watched Jordan shake hands with Selena, and Jordan thought she might faint watching Glen shake hands with Richard. The tension was high and they both wanted to defuse it, so they each led their partners away, agreeing to talk more about their fathers' connection later in the evening. Seeing each other with their respective partners unexpectedly stirred something primal in both Glen and Jordan. They each felt a deep need to reclaim possession of the other, mark the other as their territory. They both tried to fight it. It started subtly, each of them stealing glances at each other from across the room. If one did not immediately see the other, they would shift positions and strain their neck looking, checking to see what the other was up to. Every time their eyes met it stoked the need burning in each of them. They would each look away quickly lest anyone else detect the emotion on their faces. Jordan made sure to stand and position herself such that if Richard were talking to her, his back was facing Glen. Jordan tried to control herself and stop looking in Glen's direction, but she could never go more than a few minutes without seeking him out, searching for him, looking to see if he was still looking at her. Sometimes she just felt the heat of Glen's stare burning into her and she had to acknowledge it. The room was getting warm, very warm. It is never polite to discuss war or politics at a dinner party but as the evening wore on, never one for convention, Jordan found herself discussing both and was embroiled in a heated argument. Jordan welcomed the distraction as it helped her manage to push the sexual tension she had going on with Glen out of her mind. She was determined to stick to the promise she made to herself after their last time together: that their brief affair, beautiful as it was, could not go on. Arguing with other party goers was a way to let off some of the steamy heat Glen's lustful, piercing gaze had stirred in her. Hearing the rising voices on the other side of the room and seeing Jordan in the thick of it, Glen made his way over toward the commotion. Selena was with him, right by his side. As he passed Jordan making his way around the circle of guests also embroiled in the argument, Glen discretely reached out to caress Jordan's fingers and squeeze her hand, ever so quickly. It was just a touch but yet so much more, filled with unspoken desires. Jordan knew it was Glen without seeing him. Richard was in the same circle but standing opposite of Jordan. As it so happened, where Richard stood was the one opening in the group where Glen and Selena could also stand and join in. The topic was the latest war being waged between Hamas and Israel – one of those simple topics that not many people have strong opinions about! Jordan and Glen soon found themselves the sole defenders of a very unpopular position. The crowd grew as the discussion became more and more heated, and one would have thought that Glen and Jordan were two members of the same debate team who had practiced together just before their arrival. Jordan would begin a sentence that Glen would finish, and vice versa. Sometimes Jordan made points that Glen promptly backed up with ancillary and historical evidence. Richard and Selena pretty much stayed out of it, not quite knowing what to make of what was going on between their respective partners. The crowd grew to more than a dozen-plus people, but all of them together were no match for the two of them. If only the others knew that they had been watching a heated dance of sexual foreplay. When there was seemingly nothing left to say and the group fell silent, a look passed between Glen and Jordan. It was an exhilarating feeling that came over them, like together they could take on the world, take on the problems of this world, and never lose. It was also a look of longing, of desire. Richard rushed to Jordan's side. Liz, who had come over to investigate the commotion, gave Jordan a brief suspicious look but said nothing. Selena tugged on Glen's arm. "I'm hungry, honey, let's go grab a bite," Jordan heard her say as they walked off toward the food. Glen and Selena made their way to a table stacked high with hors d'oeuvres and party bites. A ripe, red pile of strawberries immediately caught Glen's eye. He picked one up but just held onto it while he talked to Selena. As soon as she was looking in another direction, Glen looked around for Jordan, finally catching her eye. Once he had her attention, he brought the red juicy fruit to his lips, paused for a second, and then devoured it. A trickle of juice ran out from his lips and his tongue snaked out to gather the sweet pulp, licking his lips suggestively. The gesture was not lost on Jordan. Her pussy clenched at the memory of what he had done to her at the restaurant with a bowl of fruit. Melons, grapes and strawberries would never be the same for her again. He was being dangerously naughty and despite her better judgment Jordan was getting a huge thrill from the risky game they were playing. Shill charged from teaming up in their political debate, she devised a plan to make him squirm. Jordan walked to the ice chest holding the drinks and selected a bottle of hard lemonade from among the bottles of beer. She was not a big consumer of alcohol, very much a lightweight, actually, and she did not particularly care for the taste of beer and most alcohols. Something sweet with citrus suited her taste buds and she was going to need something to calm her nerves if she was going to get through this evening. When she felt Glen's eyes burning into her, she started her tease. Without looking in his direction, Jordan ran her fingers up the shaft of the bottle then encircled the head. She slowly massaged the head of the bottle as if it were a stiff cock. She squeezed the tip, and then subtly began to give the neck of the bottle a hand job, ever so slowly. When she was certain her point was made, she brought the tip to her lips. While Richard talked sports with one of the other men standing nearby, Jordan pretended to listen feigning total engagement as she continued to tease Glen from a distance. She took a sip of her hard lemonade then swirled her tongue around the head of the bottle as she withdrew it from her lips. She repeated the lewd display whenever neither Richard nor his new friend was looking in her direction, enjoying the thrill of being so impish. She glanced again in Glen's direction, to make sure he was still watching, and then put the bottle back to her lips. This time, she sank her mouth down the neck of the bottle. She had just brought her lips back up to the tip when Richard turned to her, almost catching her in the naughty act. Glen began sporting a major erection watching Jordan's relentless teasing. He put a hand in his pocket to discretely adjust himself, bringing his dick up against his stomach and trapping the head underneath his belt. He knew he would get caught if he continued to look over in her direction – Selena could spot a wandering eye pretty easily. He spotted Liz talking with a group of other women. He decided to take Selena over to them and introduce her. Once they were comfortably chatting away, he was free to resume his antics with Jordan. Unbeknownst to him, Liz eyed him suspiciously. Glen spotted Jordan alone over by a bookshelf full of old family photos. He walked over and stood by her pretending he was also interested in checking out the family photographs. "You look delectable in black," Glen said in his resonant deep voice, only loud enough for her to hear. "You are being one very bad boy!" Jordan said with an innocent smile across her lips. "Mmmm," Glen moaned, "you're one to talk! And I'm not being half as bad as I want to be. I seem to have this persistent problem that just keeps popping up, putting a lot of pressure on me," Glen joked. "Oh, you poor baby," Jordan mocked. "You need a hand with that?" "Do I! Why don't you sneak outside with me for a bit? I have something to show you that could use your ahh... urgent attention." "Why Glen Arrington, you must be thick in the head if you think there is any chance of me doing anything with you here, of all places!, with my fiancé and your girlfriend lurking around every turn. We just can't, not here. In fact, we shouldn't do it again, period," Jordan said after a second more of contemplation, dropping her flirtatious tone. "I've been wracked with guilt, and it's actually been hell on me." Glen just stood there speechless as her words hit him. It felt like a huge weight had been hoisted up onto his chest, compressing his lungs such that he couldn't breath. "Now you must go back to the party and be good, and I promise to do the same." With that, Jordan walked off. Glen needed a drink. He found the bar that included an assortment of wines and spirits, as well as a pitcher of margaritas on the table from which guests could help themselves. Glen grabbed a tumbler and filled with a double shot of brandy, straight with no ice. Then he spotted Alan entering the room and went over to talk to him. "Ahh Glen! Just the man I was looking for," Alan said as he saw him approach. "Now let me call Jordan over here so we can finish our conversation from earlier." 'Fuck!' Glen said to himself. Before he could stop him Alan had already gone over to where Jordan was now standing talking with a small group of other women and dragged them both over to a corner where they would have a little more privacy. As they talked, it allowed Jordan and Glen to share a few more stories of their childhoods and their respective fathers – stories they had not had the opportunity to tell each other in person. It afforded them both the opportunity to relax a bit, plus with Alan there as a cover, anyone watching would surely think it was nothing but an innocent conversation. But Glen maintained a bit of mischief in his heart, still resenting the way Jordan had told him to cool it. "So," Alan asked him, changing the subject, "how's the program coming, Glen?" "Well, I recently got this new colleague who has been really giving me a hard time," Glen said, making a reference to the double entendres he and Jordan used when they first fell into having phone sex together. "Yeah?" asked Alan. "How so?" "She's got this quality about her which is highly distracting. She makes it very hard to concentrate or get work done," he continued. "Not long after we first started working together I had to move her around the office in different positions to make the most use of her talents." Glen said. "The first job I gave her she sucked at." Jordan seethed with mock indignation at the way he was taunting her. "Give me an example of what you mean," Alan asked, genuinely curious. "Well just this Monday we were having a business meeting over lunch when she hears her phone then takes a long personal call right there in the middle of our meeting. She shamelessly aired her dirty laundry right there, exposing herself in public." It was a reference to the fact that Jordan had excused herself to the ladies room and removed her sodden panties, then returned to the table, folded them into her napkin, and wiped the damp musky crotch across Glen's lips, pretending to be cleaning a crumb of food. Even though Alan was clueless, Jordan turned beet red. Something In Her Eyes Ch. 03 "So what did you do?" Alan asked. "I really laid into her for that!" Glen retorted. Jordan felt her womb contract at the memory. "So why have you kept her around?" Alan inquired. "Because I saw potential, I guess. She has a good heart and a feisty spirit, but she's got some anal tendencies that I just had to plough my way through. Right now, I have to keep drilling her on what we need to work together successfully. Over and over again I have to drive the same point home. But I think once I am able to relax that anal retentive side of her, things will open up and we'll work great together." Glen was being absolutely wicked now. He almost broke out laughing but held it together, saying every single word with a straight face. He never even looked in Jordan's direction. "Listen at you!" Alan said, "the slave driver cracking the whip. And how is your practice coming, Jordan?" he asked, turning toward her. "Actually, I recently got this new client whose case was so compelling I could not resist taking him on," she responded. "I cannot go into any details for fear it would breach my client's confidentiality, but it turned out to be even bigger than I thought and much more intense. I did not know if I could handle it all, truthfully. As a client he definitely pushes my limits. However, he's not good at staying out of trouble – he has a wicked tongue that keeps him in deep shit. In fact, it will take a lot of ass-kissing to get him out of his most recent troubles." Jordan smiled inwardly as she watched Glen squirm at her words. "Well, what's the status of the case now?" Alan asked, intrigued. "We actually had a major debriefing just this past Monday. I have the feeling this case is going to lead me to some deep, dark places where I probably shouldn't go. It may take some deep probing to get to the bottom of it." On and on it continued like that until Glen decided to raise the stakes. As Jordan was speaking and Alan's attention was on her, he rubbed his finger around the rim of his glass of brandy as if he was rubbing her sex. Then he let his finger slip down inside until it was wet with the sweet, intoxicating elixir. While Alan continued looking in Jordan's direction he brought the dripping digit to his lips and sucked it. Alan turned his attention back toward Glen. As he did, Jordan put her bottle of hard lemonade right up to her lips but did not take it in her mouth this time. Instead, her tongue snaked out to lick around then worm inside the hole, mimicking a perfect little rim job like the one she gave him their first time together. Glen's knees nearly buckled from the rush of the memory – the surge of blood leaving his brain to fill his cock leaving him on the brink of consciousness. The whole time Alan was clueless to the seduction happening right in front of him. Jordan looked down at Glen's crotch and saw the reaction she was having on him. A mischievous wicked smile crossed her lips at the sight of Glen's growing bulge. 'I should be admonishing myself for breaking my own rule I laid down not 10 minutes ago,' Jordan thought. Instead, she was wet. Her throat was dry and her bottle was empty. She excused herself to go fetch another drink. Finding no more hard lemonades in the cooler Jordan headed to the kitchen to check the refrigerator. On the bottom shelf she spotted a reserve stash and bent over to retrieve one. That's when she felt it. Glen had come up behind her, pretending to be looking for something on the shelves above where the hard lemonades were. What he did to her from behind did not help her with the problem they had keeping their cool. Jordan almost yelped as she felt Glen press his hips against her bottom, rubbing a very hard cock into the crack of her ass. As he did so, he brought his left hand, hidden from view, up to caress her hip, letting his nails drag gently up her thighs. As if by voluntary reflex Jordan rubbed her ass back against the rude and turgid flesh. "You're incorrigible," she said softly into the confines of the refrigerator. Then she caught herself and straightened her stance, turning toward Glen. "And I also can't be made to behave," Glen replied, chuckling to himself at his little joke. They were like two kids who could not stop chasing each other around the playground, no matter how many times an adult told them to stop. The fruit was forbidden and never looked so sweet and succulent as it dangled from the tree. That made them hunger for it all the more. Jordan thought long and hard about what she would say or do in that moment. She was aroused, very wet in fact, but she was adamant about not messing around with him. Her stubborn mind had a terrible knack for interrupting her passion in order to dwell on life's complications. As much as her body and soul yearned to completely let go and submit to her deepest, most dark desires, her mind constantly worked to prevent her from doing so. While she contemplated all of this, Glen's girlfriend Selena walked up to them, breaking the spell. "Hey sweetie," she said, walking up and taking Glen's arm in hers. "Are you and Jordan sharing stories about your dads?" If she suspected anything she did not let on – there was no cattiness in the way she addressed Jordan. She did, however, bring her lips up to give Glen a kiss on his cheek, subtly claiming him as her territory. Glen bent to return her kiss with one on the lips. They chatted for about five minutes as Jordan tried to hold her end of the conversation, but seeing Glen kiss another woman had really pushed her buttons. Those same lips that had known her body so intimately, even more so than her fiancé's... it just gave her a visceral reaction to see them placed against the lips of another woman. She did not expect to react so strongly but her animal flared inside her and she found it hard to concentrate. Her body leaped into cat mode with her mind chasing behind, trying to stop her from doing something she would regret. She drained the bottle in her hand. "You two don't move," Jordan said. "I want to finish this conversation but I have to go to the ladies room something terrible! I'll be right back and we can continue this discussion." With that Jordan took off toward the restroom. On her way, she discretely grabbed a handful of cocktail napkins. Glen remained in the kitchen talking with Selena when Jordan returned with her hands full of fruit. "I couldn't resist picking up one of these for each of us – they're addictive! Alan just brought them out." Jordan gushed, handing them each a chocolate-covered strawberry on a cocktail napkin. "Ooh, I love these!" Selena replied, taking hers eagerly. "Thank you." "Now where were we?" Jordan asked, biting into hers. Glen was suspicious but as he watched Jordan and Selena devour theirs and resume their conversation he decided that Jordan was just being her classy self and making a polite gesture of friendship. So he placed the delicious chocolate-dipped fruit in his mouth as well, and chewed it down to its stem. The juicy sweetness of the fruit leaked from the corner of his mouth and Glen used the cocktail napkin to wipe his lips. The napkin was moist, and it wasn't from the fruit. That's when he smelled her. Glen was beside himself with disbelief. Had she really just done that? He brought the napkin back up to his lips and inhaling again deeply, he took another whiff. Smelling her scent, he became enraged with horniness and fear. He was already hard, but now Glen was in a terminal state because his lips were covered with the fragrant musk of Jordan's pussy: she had dipped the napkin in her creamy hole before bringing it to him. And he was filled with fear because if he brought his lips anywhere near Selena for the rest of the night she would smell it, too, and he would be in deep shit. The little minx had marked him, and marked him good. The slightest of sly smiles crossed Jordan's face as she watched Glen's realization of what she had done to him. All the while she held a perfect conversation with Selena as Glen stood there speechless. When the conversation came to a lull Jordan excused herself claiming she was off to talk with some other guests. Glen desperately searched the room for something to occupy Selena so he could go wash his face before he got busted. Jordan watched Glen from across the room. The burning stare he gave her with his smoky eyes told her that her naughtiness definitely had the effect on him that she wanted. She went toward the hallway to wait for him. Within two minutes he followed, as Jordan saw him approaching she turned to go into the bathroom. As a further tease she began closing the bathroom door behind her when it barged open. Jordan turned to find Glen standing there with fire in his eyes. He pushed her inside then shut the door behind him. He grabbed Jordan and jammed her up against the wall next to the vanity with his body, forcing the air out of her. Their lips met in a crushing kiss. Glen was thankful that Jordan only wore very light makeup or else he would have been covered in lipstick. The kiss intensified with the urgency of their desire, compounded by the fact that they both knew they did not have a lot of time before one of their dates would be looking for them. Jordan was thankful she was in a dress as she hooked her leg around him, causing the dress to hike up around her waist. Glen ran his hand from her stocking-covered calf all the way up to where his hand met the warmth of her bare thighs. He traced light circles there, just almost touching the heat of her core but not quite. It drove Jordan mad and she greedily and impatiently humped her creamy cunt toward his hand, desperate to feel his touch at her center. Instead, Glen reached around and grabbed her ass and squeezed it, running an insistent finger along her thong buried in her crack. His cock was so hard it made an obscene tent in the front of his jeans. With both hands Glen took a firm grip on her ass and pulled her to him, grinding the head of his dick right up against her mound. Jordan hissed at the insistent way his rampant cock tried to push into her through three layers of clothing. She reached down to unbutton his pants. Her pulse raced as Glen lowered his head to lick, suck, and bite at her neck. He smelled her as his lips consumed her, her hair, her clean scent, a slight hint of her sweet perfume, and the rush of pheromones emanating from her pores. He was intoxicated, drunk with her smell and with her flavor. "God, I missed you baby," he half whispered, half moaned against her neck. Throughout his days he would be overcome with need for Jordan, the need to see her, smell her, touch her, kiss her, or even just hear her voice. And every time he did it was never enough. The urgency overcame him as his senses took her in. She felt his warm breath against her skin and along her hair line and it sent tingles down her spine, right into her pussy. She was wet before she came in the bathroom and she was positively drenched now. With her leg curled around Glen's waist and her black skirt bunched up around hers, he could smell her arousal wafting up between them. The scent of her sex crazed him with hunger, and he sank his teeth into her, right above her collar bone. She reached up to grab a handful of his hair and pulled his head back. "Don't mark me!" she grunted in a low whisper, and then she let his head fall back against her. Trying to obey, Glen let his lips caress her neck instead. He took his tongue and licked a line that began beneath her ear, moved slowly down below her chin then upwards across her lips. He played at her lips with his tongue for a second, tasting, teasing, before Jordan opened her mouth to suck him in. While their tongues slid together Glen's hand went back to continued its journey up Jordan's thighs. When he reached her apex he found the crotch of her thong soaked and matted against her sex. He rubbed her pussy through the thin wet cotton before pulling it aside and shoving two fingers deep inside her hot sticky hole. The snug walls of her pussy welcomed him into her heat. Glen continued to finger-fuck her for a minute as their tongues dueled, only to abruptly pull his mouth away from hers to replace his tongue with the sticky fingers that had just been in her cunt. Jordan sucked them clean with relish while grinding her now exposed pussy along the front of the protruding tent of his pants, staining him with her lust. "Mmmm, now I need to taste you," she said once he pulled his fingers from her succulent mouth. Her lips reluctantly let him go with a wet 'plop.' Jordan sank to her knees before him and finished fishing out his pole. In their two previous encounters he had just taken her mouth and used it to his liking with no regard for her comfort – force fucking her throat and leaving her little say-so in the matter. She loved being taken like that but this time she wanted to show him what a willful and enthusiastic sloppy cocksucker she could be. Still holding his dick in her left hand she took it and rubbed the head across her lips while reaching down with her right hand between her own legs. His tip was swollen and throbbing, wet with the pre-cum oozing out of his slit. It stood rigid at attention and she could see his whole shaft jump with every pump of his heart. Jordan looked up at him to make sure his eyes were on her then snaked out her small tongue to lick some of the salty sticky juice directly out of his pee hole. Jordan pulled back, teasing him by not putting her full mouth on him just yet. A wet line of his sticky pre-cum ran from his slit to her bottom lip. She made a show of loudly slurping it into her mouth. Then she moved his shaft against her left cheek and buried her face in his pubes. The hairs tickled her nose as she inhaled his raw male scent deeply and licked round the base of his shaft. Jordan could only imagine what she must look like, kneeling down on the floor in some friend's bathroom while a dinner party was in full swing outside – her fiancé lurking around somewhere no less!, and by now probably searching for her – her legs splayed open as her fingers played shamelessly in her pussy, all while giving a sloppy wet and ravenous blowjob that would make any prostitute blush. She almost came just thinking about it. What was it about her that craved and needed sex like this, like a wild animal in heat? It was a primal force within her, that was for sure, and Glen understood it better than anyone: its nuances, how she liked to be pushed and where she drew boundaries. He brought it out of her like no other man. There was so much more Jordan wanted to do to him, other places she wanted to lick him, make him squirm and call her name with her tongue buried in his dark place, but she knew time was of the essence. She took him all the way down her throat and held her nose in his pubes, gorging herself on his raw lust for her, licking his underside. "Of fuck!!!" Glen groaned, his cock swelling in her throat, his head flaring. He thought he could see her neck bulge out with every surge of blood through his shaft. Then abruptly Jordan let him go and stood up. He grabbed her by her ass and pulled her into him as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. When he had her supported with her back against the wall, he brought one of his hands from around her ass to pull her thong further aside. He grabbed his dick and rubbed the head around her hole, wetting himself, and then lodged the tip just inside her begging cunt. He brought his hand back underneath her to resume his double hold on her ass. Glen looked deep into Jordan's sparkling green eyes then slammed into her in one thrust, taking her breath away. A light gleam of sweat broke out over Glen's face and body from the exertion he was putting into fucking her and supporting her weight in his hands. He felt hard enough to support her without his hands, actually. Jordan took one hand from around his neck and reached to his chest and began unbuttoning his shirt. She pulled it open to expose his pecs, pulling the shirt over his shoulders. She ran her fingers through the moist hairs she found there. The muscles in his neck, biceps and pectorals bulged as he continued his maniacal thrusts into her, and Jordan could not resist wanting a taste of him. She bent her head to force her face into his armpit and inhaled deeply. The earthy smell of raw male in heat drove her crazy and she lustfully began to lick him there. Glen lowered his head to put his lips against her ear as Jordan continued to lick out his armpit. "There's the dirty slut I know and love," he whispered before swirling his tongue into her ear. He redoubled his efforts at fucking her, increasing the tempo of his hips as they speared her onto his meat. The bright lights above the bathroom vanity shined brightly off of Glen's veiny hardness as it plunged in and out of her, showing the obscene wetness his cock took from the sliming of Jordan's hungry pussy. The naughty thrill of it all was bringing her really close really fast. She could feel the intensity of Glen's thrusts increasing as well, pounding her so deep she felt him in her womb. Their eyes were again locked together. Jordan took a special thrill in watching him, the fierce expression across his face, the unbridled joy he experienced from taking her pussy, using her cunt for his selfish pleasure; and the longing, wishing that she could belong only to him. The look in her eyes said pretty much just the same. She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming out his name. "You can't leave any evidence on me or leaking out of me," Jordan said with a smoky look in her green eyes as she licked her lips. Glen got the hint – she wanted, needed to swallow him... every last drop. He paused mid stroke – the head of his dick just at the lips of her pussy – and held it for what seemed to Jordan like an excruciatingly long time. The emptiness of his withdrawal was driving her crazy and her hips impatiently tried to push him back inside her. "Get... back... in me!" she grunted in frustration. "Shhh," he whispered, "be still." Jordan obeyed, and everything went quiet. Time stood still as Glen slowly brought his face to hers. He didn't kiss her, just barely grazed his bottom lip against her top one. She felt his breath on her face and he felt hers on his. With his eyes, he tenderly apologized for what he was about to do to her. Glen slammed into Jordan with such brutal strength it took forced the wind back out of her. Her head popped back and hit the wall but she didn't care. With her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms wrapped around his neck, she just held on for dear life as he drilled her with a vigor she had never seen from him before. The wall shook beneath the force of his driving cock, slamming her lower torso against it repeatedly. Jordan was in heaven. Every time she thought she had taken all he had to give her, he proved her wrong. The sex between them just kept getting better and better. She was about to cum all over him. A knock on the door made Jordan almost jump out of her skin. "Jordan, are you in there? It's Liz." Glen was so possessed in taking her pussy, pounding it relentlessly, that he didn't seem to notice. Jordan brought a knee and both hands into his chest and then pushed him off abruptly, coming down on shaky legs. Glen stumbled back toward the tub, his dick jutting out from his pants and shiny with her wetness. Jordan followed him and drew the shower curtains, pushing him inside. "Not one word!" she hissed at him, then closed the curtains. Luckily, it was a solid fabric and not simply opaque. "One sec," she said then, loud enough for Liz to hear. She reached over and flushed the toilet to make it seem like she was just finishing, then went to the sink and turned on the water. She smoothed her skirt and checked herself in the mirror as the water ran, pretending to be washing her hands. She opened the small window above the toilet then reached for the can of air freshener on the back of the tank, trying to mask the thick smell of sex in the air. The smell was still all over her but she would have to do something about that after she talked to Liz. Finally, she turned off the water, unlocked the door and opened it. Something In Her Eyes Ch. 03 Liz pushed her inside quickly and shut the door behind them. "I know we haven't been close for a while, Jordie, but tell me what is going on?!" Jordie was the affectionate name Liz called her when they were kids and Liz was the only person alive that Jordan let call her that. "What do you mean?" Jordan asked innocently. "Don't lie to me, I saw you two together, you and Glen, and I know something is up. Now tell me." Liz wasn't going to give up. Jordan broke down, almost in tears, a mix of nervousness, long-standing anxiety, and the frustration of having her sex with Glen interrupted just prior to the powerful orgasm that was building inside of her. She confided in Liz, explaining their situation and swearing her to secrecy. "I don't know what I'm going to do but I know I can't keep doing this. I can't live like this," Jordan admitted. Liz gave her a hug. "Well you can always call me if you need to talk some more, you know that. I'm happy that we're back in each other's lives. Now I better let you clean up, I'm sure Richard is looking for you." With that Liz stepped out and let Jordan clean herself up. Glen stepped out of the shower when he heard the door close behind her. "I can't, baby, I just can't," Jordan said without looking in his direction. "I know," Glen said, wrapping his arms around her. He was frustrated, too, he had been close to cuming and was still slightly hard, but listening to her break down with Liz, he knew Jordan had lost her mood. He kissed the back of her head. Glen watched her in agony as she prepared to go. Still flushed from being post-coital, a sensual sexual heat was still coming from her pores. He fought the urge to take her forcefully, so hungry was he to finish what they had started. Glen considered Jordan stunningly beautiful but he rarely commented on it or thought about it. It was not what drew him irresistibly to her. To Glen, Jordan was sexy down in her soul. Nothing in this world was more beautiful to him than that, no physical beauty would ever compete with it. Beauty fades but he had no doubt that when they turned 80 she could still keep him perpetually aroused and hard as can be. The primal connection they shared was just that deep. In that rare male moment of clarity about what Jordan meant to him, Glen asked himself if he could say the same thing about his relationship with Selena. He loved her and he knew that she loved him. She had been very good to him in their relationship, and opened herself completely to him. But in truth there was no contest. He regretted even asking the question of himself, so clear were the implications of his answer. Jordan had been right, however, and Glen knew that he needed to let her focus on the case. The work for which he had hired her was far too important to jeopardize. He would keep his distance to let her concentrate on the work before them. When the case was over, however, all bets were off. -------- (_*_) -------- Present Day... Glen drove in silence to the cemetery. For the first time in his life, he was too lost in thought for even music to serve as his solace. He was soul searching, wondering if he was doing the right thing. No, he distinctly felt that he was doing the wrong thing, the absolutely wrong thing, but his mind, his body, and his soul felt compelled to go through with it anyway. The sun was shining outside, it was a bright day filled with light. It was early in the morning, about 6:30 AM, and as he drove along the cemetery grounds there was still dew on the grass. A new day was dawning, sunny and bright. It was the kind of new day that was supposed to wash all the troubles away of the night before. But after Glen had tossed and turned in torment all night, the sun felt cold and the new day seemed old. He did not sleep one wink, agonizing over whether to go through with this. Their last conversation two weeks ago played over again in his mind... I love you, Glen, but I can't leave him. I'm going to marry him in two weeks... Jordan had said. They had just emerged victorious in their first lawsuit waged against a company discriminating in their hiring practices. Glen, director of a rehabilitation program for persons recovering from mental health and substance abuse disorders, had hired her because she was the best labor attorney around. In working together preparing for the case, they had fallen for each other, deeply. The problem was that Jordan was engaged to be married and Glen had been living with his girlfriend of three years. Three times they had succumbed to their burning desire for each other, resulting in the hottest sex either of them had ever experienced. After the last time they called it quits in order to concentrate on the work before them. They stopped meeting face to face, knowing it would be dangerous and neither one of them had much control when it came to the other. That final day in court marked the first time Glen had seen her in months. Watching Jordan in action in the court room while scouting her legal talent was what originally attracted Glen to her in the first place, so he knew it would be torture for him to be there during the trial. Jordan was saddened but nevertheless thankful for his absence for it allowed her not to become distracted as well. But when the court announced that the jury had its verdict and that court would resume at 3 PM that afternoon, Glen knew he had to be there. When the jury foreperson read the verdict in their favor, Glen raced to Jordan and they hugged joyously. Nothing was over by far – the attorneys for the defendants had already indicated their intention to appeal the ruling, but it was a hard-fought first victory and they savored it. After about an hour, when the court had emptied and Jordan had completed all the required papers with the court clerk, they were finally alone. The whole time while she was finishing up Jordan had avoided eye contact with him, and Glen wondered if they had lost their connection. As soon as they were alone, however, the air in the room got thick, thick enough to choke on it. Glen came to her again and took her into his arms. This time, however, it was not an embrace of celebration but an embrace of longing. Jordan felt it, too, and let herself indulge in the comfort of his strong embrace for a while. No words were necessary; they both knew that they each missed each other terribly. She missed his strong arms around her, the sound of his deep voice, how he would half growl/half purr like a big jungle cat when he held her – an octave below his already deep tone – that would send vibrations right down her spine and down into her groin. She missed his smell – that heady mix of fresh clean, a hint of spicy aftershave and raw virile male. Jordan put her nose to his chest and inhaled deeply. Glen lowered his head to nuzzle his face in her neck. He lightly brushed his lips against the skin right above her collar bone and Jordan broke out in goose bumps that made the fine hairs on her body stand at attention. An involuntary moan escaped her lips and she clung to him. Glen's body responded as well and Jordan immediately felt a hot stiffness pressing into her tummy. Glen brought his lips up to her ear. "Oh fuck, baby" he whispered as he began to slowly grind his impossibly hard dick into her. She felt his hot breath in her ear and along her neck, and then ever so briefly the teasing tip of his tongue. Not more than 15 seconds alone with him and Jordan already needed a change of panties. "Join me for dinner so we can celebrate," Glen insisted, then leaned in to kiss her before she could answer. Her mouth opened to him as if by instinct. He slid his tongue between her lips and Jordan welcomed it by sucking on it hungrily and massaging it with her own. Their kiss was electric, and she was overcome with the strongest urge to bend over the desk, lift her skirt and let him take her, right there is the empty courtroom. Being caught could mean her disbarment, and it frightened her that for the briefest moment she didn't even care. It was completely contrary to her steadfast commitment to always maintain the utmost professional demeanor in public. Her pussy began to clench with desire and she knew she was really in trouble then. She was so scared, in fact, that she had to push away from him abruptly. "I can't," Jordan said finally, gasping for breath. Her lips were red and swollen from the force of their kiss. Her thoughts flashed to their prior meeting over lunch, where they were supposed to be safe among a huge lunch crowd. Somehow in the middle of the crowded restaurant they managed to get into a full-court game of foreplay that ended in a frantic romp in a motel across the street. "It wouldn't just be dinner, and you know it," she continued. Glen did know it, and that was exactly why he asked her. "I broke up with her," he said, indicating his girlfriend. "I moved out. I couldn't live like that anymore, not after the party, I couldn't continue to do that to her. Even though I loved her – still do, really – I had to come to terms with the fact that deep down, my heart ultimately belongs to someone else. It felt so unfair to her... every time I was with her, every time I kissed her, and every time I lay with her, I was dreaming she was you. I felt like such shit, just pure shit." Tears formed in Jordan's piercing green eyes as she listened to him. She thought she detected a tremble in his bottom lip as he confessed to her that he had ended his relationship. A memory of all the things those full lips had done to her, on all parts of her body, flashed through Jordan's mind and her knees felt weak. She tried to push those thoughts away. Truthfully, she felt the same way about her own relationship but was not about to admit it. It wouldn't do either of them any good, because she had come to a different decision. She was in too deep with her fiancé, he had loved her so faithfully over the years, had been there for her during the darkest hours of her mother's passing and was so devoted to her that she could not bear the thought of hurting him so by walking out on him, even if she loved another man more. He deserved better from her and just knowing that she had already been unfaithful haunted her endlessly. She did love him, and she decided to honor that love and go through with the marriage. Her face told him the whole story. Glen saw it in her eyes and his heart sank with devastation. "I love you, Glen, but I can't leave him. I'm going to marry him in two weeks." Those last words rang out over and over again in his mind. He could not get his brain to stop replaying them over and over and it was driving him mad. It was like a demon had possessed his soul and was controlling his thoughts, keeping him single-mindedly focused on a path toward destruction. Glen stopped his car as he came to the marker indicating the row in which he would find their graves. Their grave markers were simple. "In loving memory," was all that was etched onto each plate, then the names of Jordan's mother and father, and their years spent in this life. Glen set a bouquet of flowers down on each grave as tears fell from his face, nurturing the soil atop her mother's final resting place. "I love her so much," he said through a strained voice, rocking back and forth on his heels as he knelt on his knees in the grass. "I just want you both to know that, and to know that I will never hurt her. Even as I go through with this today, she won't ever be in danger. But I wanted you both to have an opportunity to get to meet me, get to know me, and know what's in my heart. I want you to know that I wouldn't be doing this if I wasn't sure, with every bone in my body, that we belong together, that I will make her happy, happier than she has a chance of being with him." That's how the one-ended conversation began. Over the next hour, he sat and recounted for them the story of his life and the story of his connection to Jordan. Glen addressed her father in particular, explaining how he was the son of one of the fellow soldiers killed along with him in that fateful helicopter crash in 1985. "I know there's a reason the universe brought us together," Glen concluded, "she just needs help understanding that this is the right pathway. We will be better people in this world, we will do better work in this world, and we will help more people in this world, energized, nourished and sustained by the total happiness and fulfillment we can bring into each other's lives. Both of us have a unique light to shine on the world that makes it a better place. With the special connection we have, both of our lights will shine much brighter. So I wanted to come to you first, as her parents, to ask for your forgiveness and ask that you keep an open mind about me. Eventually, maybe I'll even have your blessing." Glen touched his fingers to his mouth and then touched them gently to each grave plate. Then he stood and headed back to his car. It was time to put the rest of his plan in motion. -------- (_*_) -------- Jordan sighed in exasperation. None of this was what she wanted. A big church was not what she wanted. An expensive gown was not what she wanted. A huge ceremony with lots of people and a big, expensive reception was not what she wanted. None of it was her idea but she acquiesced, trying to make sure that her fiancé's mother, his aunts and her aunts were pleased. Everyone was getting what they wanted out of this big wedding except her. What she really wanted she could not have. She could not have it because she could not bring herself to break her fiancé's heart – he had loved her too strong and too long to deserve anything less. But the stress of trying to please everyone but herself, of trying to pay for a thirty-five thousand-dollar wedding, was getting to Jordan. Jordan was extra irritable because she had not been sleeping, barely getting 3-4 hours per night. It had been over 2 weeks since she got any more than that. With the trial over, she should have been sleeping soundly like a log, but thoughts of Glen haunted her sleep. She had only recently managed to start getting a full night's rest again after three months of constant, guilt-driven tossing and turning over her brief affair. But the brief-but-searing encounter she had with Glen in the courtroom two weeks ago completely wrecked her sleep all over again. Few things in life made her more irritable than the loss of her sleep. She grew ever more frustrated trying to fit the dress on so that it looked right over her boobs. She needed to hurry up because after the seamstress took her final measurements to make any last adjustments, she had to change clothes and then jet across town to get to her wedding rehearsal at 6:00 pm. In evening commute rush hour traffic, however, that was going to be damn near impossible. After the rehearsal there was the rehearsal dinner, which would last until likely 11:00 pm. She would not get home before midnight, and then she had to be up at 4:00 am for her hair appointment as the first thing on her agenda for the big day. She would not get much sleep tonight, and she had not been getting good sleep for 4 months since... There was an awkward silence hanging between Jordan and the other women there in her wedding party – her bridesmaids and her Maid of Honor (God, she hated that term!), Samantha – helping her run her errands and tie up all the final arrangements. They could not understand why Jordan was so irritable. She had not told any of them about falling in love with Glen or their brief affair except for Liz, who kept the secret faithfully and never mentioned it. Jordan was very private and guarded when it came to her true sexual nature. Glen was the only one who really knew her in that regard, and he was precisely the one she could not talk to. -------- (_*_) -------- St. Mark the Evangelist Catholic Church was a large and famous landmark in the city. Jordan arrived at the palatial house of worship just 10 minutes after 6, which was itself a small miracle. The floors and walls of the cathedral were all made of marble, as were the huge pilings supporting the domed roof. The fixtures throughout the church were all finished in gold. Various murals on the walls and on the ceilings depicted New Testament biblical scenes, frescoed throughout in the style of the Italian Renaissance. A plush red carpet ran along the nave from the altar to the baptismal located just inside the church's entrance. It was not at all what Jordan wanted for her wedding she wasn't even Catholic! – but her mother had insisted. She caved in order to keep the peace. Jordan had compromised on almost everything she wanted for her wedding, and as she walked into the church she realized she had done so out of guilt over her infidelity to Richard. Although it would be closed to the public for their wedding on Saturday, on this Friday evening St. Mark's remained open to parishioners and visitors while Father Gregory, the parish priest, and the wedding coordinator walked Jordan, Richard, and their wedding party through the ceremony. When it was time to practice the exchange of the vows, Jordan spotted out of the corner of her eye a man emerge from the rear of the nave, walk to the front of the church and kneel at a prayer desk before an array of votive candles at the side altar just to the right of the chancel where they all stood. Jordan froze with fear and trepidation when she recognized the man as Glen. She watched to see what he would do as her heart thudded loudly in her chest. No one else in the wedding party looked in his direction. Richard had his back to him. If Liz recognized him she wasn't saying anything. The priest was guiding Richard through his vows, and Jordan could barely pay attention. She was too scared of what Glen would do. Was he there to cause a disturbance? She kept looking back and forth between Glen, the priest, and her fiancé. Her heart was in her throat and her pulse was racing, and she wondered if Richard could hear the straining muscle trying to break free of her ribcage. She could barely look him in the eye as he recited the personal vows he had written to her. He professed his undying love while her secret lover – who had done wickedly nasty things to her body that Richard could never imagine or would find revolting and could never know she secretly needed – knelt not fifty feet away from where they stood as they rehearsed to forever join their lives in holy partnership. Jordan felt sick to her stomach. As he sat in silence and did not move, Jordan gained hope that maybe Glen was not there to cause a disturbance but only to rattle her. With his hands folded before him as he knelt, his eyes closed, his lips moving slightly as if in conversation, Jordan realized he was praying. A mix of emotions ran through her. Her fear transformed into anger at him for being here and doing this to her. But she also knew that Glen was not a religious man, and that this act of humbling himself to pray for her – to beg the universe to bring her to him – was the desperate act of a man who loved her terribly. It broke her heart and she wanted to go to him, even in her anger, but she could not. She suddenly realized that everyone's attention was focused on her. The priest was looking at her expectantly and her fiancé stood silent. "What?" she asked confused. "I asked, are you ready, Jordan?" father Gregory said, apparently for the second time. Jordan realized it must be her turn. She had already memorized her vows but she was so distracted her mind was drawing a blank. She nodded, then closed her eyes and prayed herself, prayed that her memory would kick in, prayed that Glen would only sit in silence, and begged for the strength to hold herself together long enough to make it through the rehearsal. At that moment the Gods smiled upon her and the words came to her. She opened her eyes to look directly at Richard. As her heart filled with reflection on just how strongly he had loved her over these past four years, and how she also loved him, she began reciting her own life commitment to him. Her eyes watered but she did not cry. Something In Her Eyes Ch. 03 Jordan began reciting her vows with a determined concentration to stay focused and not look in Glen's direction. The part of her soul that Glen had captured struggled in its restraint. Like a wild animal just put in a cage, it paced back and forth inside her, testing for any weakness in its confinement, seeking a way out. It happened when Jordan was about three quarters of the way through her vows, and she stole a quick glance in Glen's direction. He was still kneeling quietly and praying, only now there was a cascade of tears running down his face. His hands were clasped tighter before him, like he was straining. A large vein stood out in his neck, letting Jordan know that in addition to his grief he was also filled with rage. Emotionally, it was too much for Jordan to handle and her own tears burst out of her eyes and came flowing down her flushed cheeks. She excused herself through her sobs, her chest heaving, and asked for a minute alone to compose herself as she ran toward the hallway leading behind the sanctuary. She ran until she found the restroom generally reserved for clergy and choir members. She pushed the door open and began to walk through when a large dark hand grabbed her arm and pulled her out and in another direction. She knew who it was without needing to look at him. While everyone was distracted watching Jordan run off in one direction Glen ran in the other direction to enter the same hallway from the other side. He dragged Jordan to a back room that had 'Sacristy' written on the door. He pushed her inside and then followed, locking the door behind him. The room was dark. If there was a light Glen neglected to turn it on. As her eyes adjusted Jordan saw that it was basically a large closet. A rack to one side was filled with priestly garments and robes. The far wall had a small sink with a mirror and a window above it. The little bit of light that was in the room came from it. A row of shelves on the other side held supplies. Glen grabbed an arm load of robes and vestments off of the rack and threw them down onto the hard concrete floor. Then he shoved Jordan down on top of them. "Please don't do this, Glen," Jordan pleaded as he pinned her underneath his weight. She felt his raging erection digging into her abdomen and felt its heat, burning through both their layers of clothes. "Stop it." She could see a wild look in his eyes. She knew that look. The animal in him was running wild, completely unrestrained. It was similar to the way he looked at her when he fucked her brains out in the cheap motel after their lunch date, or the fierceness with which he fucked her in the bathroom at Alan's house before Liz interrupted them, only now much more intense. Even though that was over three months ago now, Jordan would never forget that look as long as she lived. That's because it was the look of her twin spirit, separated at birth. Her animal flared in the same way when she was around him, only she had vowed to lock her animal away in a cage to honor the love of Richard. Glen ignored her plea and began ripping at her blouse. Buttons went flying across the room. "Please don't do this," she repeated, more urgently this time. "Stop it!" "Did our connection mean nothing to you?" he asked angrily. "No, it meant the world to me but – " "Liar!" He spat the word at her, venom in his voice. Jordan slapped him, hard across his face. "I gave myself to you like I have never done with anyone! Don't you dare try to tell me what it meant to me!" "Then how could you?" Glen demanded as he roughly grabbed the wrist of the hand she used to slap him and pinned it above her head. "How the fuck could you do this to me?!" Before she could answer Glen's lips came down to crush her mouth in an angry kiss. His erection was like solid rock now, and had absolutely no give to it as it continued to dig into her at her waist. Jordan bit down into his lip hard, drawing blood, irate at him for what she knew he was about to do to her. A look of shock was in his eyes at the sting of her bite. His tongued snaked out to taste the blood that had started to dribble down his chin. Glen's anger raged at the taste of his own blood. Fire burned in his eyes and Jordan knew she was in trouble. Struggling to get away, Jordan reached up with her one free hand and scratched him across his neck. Parallel lines of welts formed across his brown skin. "Oh, so you want to fight me?!" he asked incredulously, grabbing her other wrist. He brought it, too, up above her head then held both writs with one hand. Then with his free hand he ripped off her bra. The fabric did not tear easily, cutting into Jordan's skin before it gave way. Red lines of irritation circled her chest and ran up her shoulders. Glen bent down to take one of her exposed nipples in his mouth. Much to Jordan's chagrin it hardened at his touch, responding to his tongue despite her anger at being forced. When Glen felt it fill with blood, he sank his teeth down hard into the little nub, drawing blood from her body. "You bastard!" Jordan hissed at him. Her wrists were beginning to hurt from the force with which he held them, also using that arm to partially support his weight. She struggled to work them free but it was no use, Glen was too strong for her and his grip was too tight. She had to think fast. She needed to get out of there and get out of there quick. If she did not rejoin the wedding party soon, people would come looking for her. If they found her, found her like this, everything would come to the surface and she would never forgive herself. Desperate for a way out, she decided to try and diffuse his rage with sweetness. "Look baby, I don't want to fight you," Jordan said softly, kissing his lip where she had injured him, "and I'm sorry I bit you, sorry I scratched you, but we can't do this." She licked up the blood that had run down his chin, cleaning him. She was furious with him but she knew she had to calm him down. "So please don't," she pleaded with him again, kissing at the cut on his lip from where her teeth sank in. "You have to stop and let me go." "You little bitch!" he growled at her, grabbing her neck and pushing her lips away from his. "You of all people should know better than to try and fake it with me!" Jordan knew he was hurting and her gesture of affection had not been a complete act. Deep down she did love him but it didn't matter; she was in no position to act on it. But as she looked up into his eyes and saw the rage there, the anger, the fervor, the lust, the love, the pain, she knew he was beyond the point of no return. Jordan was under his skin, in his soul. He couldn't stop if he wanted to. He lifted her skirt, exposing her bare thighs and panty-covered pussy. "Please don't," Jordan said, clamping her legs shut. "Stop it! Let me go!" Glen only grunted, wrapping his fingers around he crotch of her panties, preparing to pull them from her body. They were warm but dry. It only made him all the angrier. "Please," Jordan pleaded, "don't do this. Just stop." Glen looked into her pleading green eyes and held her stare for what seemed like an eternity, and then he tore her panties off of her with one powerful tug of his arm. The fabric shredded in fear against his rage-fueled strength. The thin waist straps tore at her skin, and now she had her own line of welts forming around her hips. Glen reached for her exposed pussy. Jordan had done a good job of concealing her emotions up to that point. But as soon she felt the heat of his hand grab between her legs her pussy betrayed her. It burst open at his touch like a soft, overripe piece of fruit. Her juices spilled out in a river and soaked his fingers. Her skin smelled like jasmine but the sweet pungent aroma of her arousal quickly made its way up into Glen's nostrils. Jordan watched his nostrils flare as he took in her scent and she knew the effect this would have on him. A wild look overtook his face. "I'm begging you, please don't" Jordan cried as he inserted his leg between her knees, forcing them apart. "Stop!" she hissed, her voice getting a little louder. She did not scream because truthfully she did not want anyone to see what Glen was doing to her. She did not want to have to explain to Richard the history between her and the man forcing himself into her. She was trying to appeal to his rational side, or at least the side of him that she knew loved her, but so far nothing had worked. Glen just reached down to unbutton his pants, a sinister look of determination on his face. "Glen no! Please, I'm begging you, if you love me, don't do this to me." "Save your lies," he said, sliding the throbbing head of his angry cock around in her wetness. "If you didn't want this your little cunt wouldn't be drenched right now!" "Oh God, no! Please stop, please.... please... please" Jordan moaned, tears forming in her eyes. Glen ploughed into her anyway, despite her please. She could not process all of the emotions going through her. Her mind and her body waged a civil war within her, and her mind was not winning. She was pissed, incensed at Glen for what he was doing to her. Her body, however, seemed not to care about the circumstances that brought him into her. As he settled into a steady rhythm of powerful thrusts into her core, Jordan's body forced her mind into a closet and locked it inside. "No, please don't," Jordan whimpered as her hips began to gyrate. "Please stop. Please stop," she continued, becoming short of breath. "Please don't... stop, please don't stop," she whispered finally, involuntarily, angry at her body for loving the ragged thrusts of Glen's solid cock inside her, despite the protests of her mind. "What was that?" Glen asked, not quite hearing her. Jordan did not repeat it, did not want to give him permission to continue by admitting that her body loved him inside her, no matter what the circumstances. But her body could not help responding to him. With each thrust she felt his mushroom head expand as it bottomed out in her juicy hole. Over and over again his piss slit pressed right up against the opening of her cervix as his head swelled, threatening to blast his load directly into her womb and mark it as his territory. Wetness continued to shamelessly leak from her pussy. His dick was shiny and dripping as it continued to pummel her depths. "Ha! Your body can't lie to me," Glen laughed evilly, "your slutty little cunt loves every minute of this!" She might not admit it out loud but deep down it was true. Part of the magic of their connection was its total freedom of expression. Because they understood each other and they shared the same needs, they could freely express the dark desires of the sexual animal that lurked inside both of them without fear of judgment, criticism, or ridicule. It allowed Jordan the freedom to revel in her inner slut and pursue pleasure where ever it took her; and it allowed Glen to take her with savage force but also the freedom to expose all his vulnerabilities to her after doing so. For those reasons, it was the gospel truth; Jordan loved being a dirty nasty slut for Glen. But it was more important to her to do right by her fiancé who had loved her faithfully for four years now. As much as her body loved it and loved Glen, she was angry at him for forcing the inner slut out of her against her will. Glen abruptly pulled his angry dick out of her dripping hole and Jordan wanted to slap him for it. Glen laughed at her evilly, seeing the naked desire in her fiery green eyes. He turned her over and roughly pulled her up onto her knees, forcing her arms behind her back where he continued to hold them with one strong hand. Then he continued his assault on her steamy cunt. Jordan almost thanked him. While he's roughly fucked her pussy from behind, holding her immobile, Glen spotted a bottle of holy oil on a shelf among boxes of communion wafers and bottles of communion wine. He grabbed the anointing oil with his free hand and unfastened the cap with his teeth. He eyed the dirty hole that needed moral cleansing. Jordan felt the cool drops of the oil hitting her exposed anus. "Does your fiancé do this for you?" he asked, as he slid his finger rudely in and out of her ass, rubbing in the oil. Glen already knew the answer by how desperately Jordan rutted her ass back against him desperate for the added digital penetration. "Has he had you here since you've had me?" "I told you it's not really his thing," Jordan said between moans, "and I haven't asked him for any attention back there since being with you. Honestly, I think you've ruined her for any other man." "Is that supposed to make me feel better?" Glen demanded, increasing the force behind his thrusts, "knowing that you are truly right for me but yet that you could still lay with him?" He wanted to hurt her with the violent savagery of his fucking, wanted to leave her violated and sore, too sore to be able to perform on her wedding night, or at least too sore to be able to enjoy it. After a few more abusing strokes he pulled out of her pussy again. She probably needed more oil back there but her comment just drove him all the more wild and he couldn't wait any longer. "How dare you even think about denying me this!" Glen growled as he angrily punched his dick through her colon. He looped his arm around her neck, applying pressure that threatened to cut off her breathing. Then he started fucking her, brutally taking her ass. Jordan was genuinely scared. She knew Glen loved her, she knew instinctively down in her soul that he would never hurt her – on purpose. But a savage primal energy had taken over him as he punished her asshole, mercilessly ravishing her rectum. The anointing oil was an insufficient lube, and there was a sting of burning friction developing beyond the pain caused by the brutality of his savage thrusts. This was not what Jordan wanted. She had made a vow and promise to herself to not do this again, to be faithful to Richard and to live faithfully as his wife – never letting Glen inside her again. But her slutty pussy betrayed her rational thinking about fidelity and was running like a faucet. If only he weren't holding both of her hands captive behind her back she could scoop up some of her viscous slut juice in her fingers and reach back to coat his cock in it as it ploughed in and out of her, making it a smoother ride for both of them. But using just one of his big hands he gripped her wrists like an iron shackle. Jordan would have to do something quick or he might literally tear her a new one. Timing it perfectly, she rutted back against him to meet his violent thrusts into her bowels. Glen's balls came crashing through her pussy lips, splashing her leaking cunt juice all over them both. It was imperfect but she did notice a tiny ease in the friction of his fucking. She repeated the move to try and get more but she hated herself for doing so. Glen would most likely interpret her actions as a sign of her enjoying what he was doing to her. Jordan was furious with him for taking her this way; she did not want to reward such brutish behavior by letting him see how her body was responding to him. But like always when it cam to him, her body betrayed her. An orgasm was building in Jordan as Glen used her, abusing her ass for his pleasure to take out his anger and ease his frustration. She shamelessly continued to throw her ass back at him, her musky hole greedy to take in every inch as deeply as possible. Feeling her hips jutting back against him only served to throw Glen into a deeper rage. 'If her body responds to me like this,' he thought, 'even under the circumstances of me taking her brutally against her will, how can she not come to me willingly?!' Driven insane by his inability to understand her, the speed of his thrusts slowed but the savage power behind them increased, as Glen tried desperately to tear her ass wide open with the maniacal force he threw behind his pounding cock. Jordan tried to stifle the mixed sounds of anger, anguish, betrayal, and intense pleasure that came groaning out of her throat, but she had no control of what was going into or coming out of her body at this point. Her body, mind, and spirit were all just overwhelmed by the frantic fucking she was receiving. Both of them were so lost that neither heard the first knocks at the door. "Jordan sweetie, is that you in there? Are you crying? Please let me in." It was Richard, searching for her. "Come on sweetie, unlock the door," he said. They heard the clicking sounds of him trying the handle and then his fists repeatedly pounding against the solid wood door. Jordan panicked. A million thoughts raced through her mind in the blink of an eye. She hoped that Glen would stop violating her at the risk of getting caught but he did not. She could have screamed for help but she did not. She was torn. She did not want what Glen was doing to her but even more so she did not want Richard to catch him doing it – especially not here, not on this night before their wedding, not during their wedding rehearsal, not practicing the most wicked sin of sodomy, not atop a pile of the priest's sacred ceremonial garments, and not using some holy anointing oil as an anal lube. They might fight or even worse, Richard might call the police and try to have Glen arrested for sexual assault. He was taking her against her will, technically raping her, but one look at how her body was responding would throw reasonable doubt all over that accusation. Pussy juice ran down the inside of her thighs and the room reeked with the pungent smell of her sexual excitement. If Richard came in and smelled her humid arousal, saw the way her cunt was gushing from the secret thrill she got from being violently sodomized, and saw the pre-orgasmic red flush rising up her neck into her cheeks, he would know everything and he would be crushed beyond belief. So Jordan did not cry out for help or in protest when Glen reached for the torn fabric of her panties and stuffed them into her mouth to stifle the anguished moans coming out of her throat. Then he began fucking her even harder, straining every muscle of his body to plough into her with abandon. Jordan was totally open now. Her ass gave no resistance but instead welcomed his thick ramming rod deep into her bowels, clenching around his base with each stroke to try to prevent him from pulling out of her. Her anus wrapped around his girth obscenely, sucking at him on each withdrawal, begging him to hurry and plough back into her, hating the empty loneliness of not having his turgid dick buried deeply and securely in her ass. With her nails Jordan could just reach the hand of Glen's holding her wrists behind her back. She dug them into his skin and drew four distinct rivers of blood across the back of his hand. She was cuming. "Mmmmnnnnphhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrggggggg," she howled through the ripped panties stuffed into her mouth. Jordan had never experienced an orgasm so violent. Each convulsive thrash of her body threatened to throw Glen off of her, but his marauding hips with his full weight behind them pounded her body back into submission. He gradually drove her from her doggy style position with her head on the floor and her ass in the air into one of being prostrate beneath him. Glen lay completely on top of her, not bothering to use his arms to help support his weight. On a bed she could take him like this, had taken him like this, and had LOVED taking him like this. But the marble floor underneath the priest's robes gave no yield under the plundering onslaught of his vicious fucking. She could barely breath under the force of his weight but it didn't matter, her lungs were paralyzed as a second orgasm came rolling through her like a freight train. Something In Her Eyes Ch. 03 In those moments of orgasmic bliss Jordan's mind went blank. All the stress in her world, her frustration from her wedding, and the anguish of her torn heart flowed out of her in a wave. In those minutes all that existed was the mind-numbing pleasure of the relentless steel rod driving deep in her rectum. 'This is what it means to be a woman, to feel alive as a woman,' she thought, 'to be forcefully, powerfully, and repeatedly jammed and stuffed full of the hot, rock-hard, throbbing meat of your true love.' For the time, nothing else existed, nothing else mattered. Feeling Jordan trembling underneath him was all Glen could take. He released her arms and reached up to grab a hand full of her hair. He pulled her hair to expose the side of her face. With her eyes closed she felt wetness dripping onto her cheek. She opened them to watch as a steady flow of Glen's tears rained down, baptizing her cheek, nose, and lips in the anguish pouring out of him. With his teeth he yanked the torn shreds of panties from her mouth and kissed her urgently, bruising her lips under the pressure of his own. The scorching kiss caused a final round of spasms to wrack Jordan's body. Glen had planned to make his violation of her complete by pulling his swollen cock from her ass and cuming all over her face. Jordan's body, however, had other plans for him. With her last bit of autonomy, Jordan mustered all of her strength to use her abused asshole to grip his angry cock tightly and voraciously sucked out the massive load of cum ready to explode from his balls. Her anus nursed on his cock like a starving enfant, slurping down every drop of his cream like it the nourishment for her soul that it was. Glen could feel and even hear the rhythmic clench and release of her sphincter muscles as they milked him, gulping down his cum like she was dying of thirst for his creamy white seed. With one final thrust he finally came to rest inside her. Still hard, he continued to twitch and spasm uncontrollably as the aftershocks of his orgasm sporadically rolled through him. With each throb Jordan clenched back on him as an involuntary reflex. When she did, it made an obscene squishing sound, so full of cum had he pumped her. "One of these keys should work," Father Gregory said. They heard the rattle of what sounded like a huge ring of keys, and heard him trying each one in the door. "Shit!" Jordan exclaimed, suddenly finding the strength to push Glen off of her. His dick withdrew from her ass with a loud, wet 'plop.' He did not even need to wipe himself off – the tight seal her ass made around him had sucked his dick clean on the withdrawal. She reached for her clothes, sans the torn underwear, and hurriedly scurried to put them on. "Fuck!" Jordan whispered. "I can't let them see me like this," she said, looking over at herself in the mirror above the small sink. Her hair was a disheveled mess. Her blouse was missing buttons from the way Glen tore it off of her. Her bra and panties lay on the floor in a ripped heap. Her face was flushed, her lips were red and swollen, and her eyes were glazed over still recovering from the intensity of her orgasms. She smelled like sex – hot, wet, nasty sex. "The window," Glen said softly. "My car is parked right outside." Jordan felt like she had no choice. If she left with Glen, Richard would be devastated, feeling that she had abandoned him. If she stayed and he saw her in her obvious post-coital mess he would be even more devastated, angrily so, and perhaps even prone to violence. She could call him later, lie and say she got cold feet and panicked and ran, but there was no good explanation for what she looked and smelled like at that moment. Her marriage was crumbling apart before it even got started. Dejectedly, she asked Glen to help her climb up out of the window. The distance to the ground on the outside was farther than the distance to the floor on the inside. Jordan's legs were already unsteady and when she jumped down they crumpled beneath her and she fell solidly on her butt. After the abuse her ass had just taken from Glen, it hurt, and hurt bad. Overwhelmed with the entire situation, she started crying. Glen jumped down over her and picked her up. He lifted her in his arms and carried her the short distance to his car while she cried against his chest. He heard shouts behind him but he did not turn to look at the faces in the window telling him to stop. When he got to his car he quickly sat Jordan down in the front passenger seat then ran around to the driver's side. Within five seconds they were speeding out of the parking lot, wheels screeching. Jordan was still crying. Glen drove as fast as he could without stopping for over twenty minutes, making sure he wasn't being followed, before he pulled over to the side of the road. He turned in his seat toward Jordan and slowly took her face into his hands. He gently and tenderly kissed away the tears on her cheeks and then began a slow triangle rotation kissing her lips and then each of her eyes, drinking each tear as it emerged. Jordan's nose was running from all of her crying and Glen kissed her there, too, gently licking the top of her lip after every time he kissed her mouth. They kissed like that for what must have been 20 minutes. He did not stop until her tears stopped flowing. "Where are you taking me," Jordan asked finally, sniffling. Her voice was cracked and trembling. "Home," was all Glen said. They looked into each other's eyes and held it, Glen staring into her green ones and Jordan staring into his brown ones. Volumes of communication passed between them in the silence. Finally, Jordan grabbed Glen's arm and placed it around her. She snuggled into his shoulder and closed her eyes, letting a deep and restful sleep finally overtake her as Glen drove away. -------- (_*_) -------- Thanks to all the readers who voted and made comments on this story. Thanks also to Kirk for the suggestion of the dinner party. This thread is done, but "Jordan" has given me so much inspiration that we may have more to follow.