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Temptation Ch. 01

By: Ada Stuart



"This is just the right size," Zelma giggled as she held up one of the largest dildos and shoved it to the rest of the assembly. Many nodded while others murmured agreements. "Bigger than any man, and better as well, I should think," Zelma droned on accompanied by the collective giggles from her friends.

"Even this is bigger than my former date's," Tess joined in and held up the tiniest but-plug the representative from the sex shop had brought along. 

Another burst of laughter escaped from the group of friends and set the stage for a perfect evening with the girls, Amy thought as she relaxed back in her chair while the representative demonstrated a set of high-tech vibrators with anal stimulation. Questions and suggestions poured on as they ooh-ed and aah-ed over the different shapes and sizes. 

"I want this one," Tess stated as she stared dumbfounded at a G-spot vibrator in bright pink colour. "Who needs a man when I have this baby?"

"As long as you remember to charge the batteries once in a while," Zelma suggested cheekily. "Otherwise you're back to the real thing, honey." 

"Maybe you would like to have a look at some of the lingerie as well?" the representative suggested and opened up a trunk filled with underwear in different colours and made of silk and lace. She grabbed a red corset and held it before the assembly and a collective gasp of excitement went through the room. 

"How about some sexy underwear to present to your man or perhaps simply to wear for your own pleasure?" The entire group of women launched themselves into touching the smooth lace and gasping over French crotches and silky babydolls.

Suddenly the door bell rang loudly and for so long that Amy suspected someone of leaning their entire weight on it. Great. What now?

Amy jumped up and went quickly to open the door but Tess had already beaten her to it. Before Amy managed to prevent her, Tess produced a squeal of delight that made the entire group look their way.

"A male stripper. Gosh, can this evening get any better. You sneaky girl," she said to Amy as she came up to them. "You really know how to arrange a party," she continued delightfully. "Come on in, Officer," she smiled happily at the policeman standing right outside.

"Ahem, that's not a stripper," Amy replied. "That's just my annoying neighbour, and he is actually a real live cop." 

"No, you must be kidding. He must be a stripper. What use would the police have of such a perfect specimen of manhood?" Tess droned on. "Or what do you say, girls?" she asked the others who sighed with expectations pasted on their faces. 

The perfect specimen only leaned casually against the door while crossing his arms in front of his chest, making every bulge even more apparent than before. A collective sigh went through the room. Amy knew that his easygoing manner was just an act. This man was not to be trifled with and she had had more than one encounter with him since her stupid brother had entrusted him with looking after her while her brother was away on one of his expeditions. 

"Settle down everybody," Amy interrupted and turned to the man roaming his eyes all over the different outfits and sex toys cluttering her living room. "What do you want, Nick? Trying to ruin another fine evening with your crude remarks about safety and my general tendency to do stupid things? Or perhaps you have another set of good advice from my surly brother that you want to share with me? What is it this time? Stop seeing jerks, or simply stop going outside?"

"None of those yet, but they sound like some good advice to me. Maybe you should consider them?" he chuckled. "Although I would not recommend you walking outside wearing that," he said heatedly as he stared at the red corset she was unaware of carrying around with her. 

"Huh?" she said with a puzzled frown before following the direction of his stare, and almost dropping the article as she became aware of the corset she was holding. She quickly hid it behind her back.

"Otherwise I might be tempted to arrest you for indecent exposure," he added and gave her a wink. "And don't think I would let you off easily just because I know your family," he continued in a more icy tone.

Damn the arrogant man, Amy thought indignantly. He could always be counted on the make her lose her composure in zero time. Was she ever going to stand up to this childhood friend of her brother? He rattled her as no one else did even though she was grown now and shouldn't let him shake her anymore. She straightened her stance and glared at him. Even if he frightened her she would not give him the benefit of shoving it.

"Are you sure you didn't want anything, Nick? Apart from ruining our party, that is?"

"Party?" He looked behind her. "Must be a boring party. You don't have any men around."

"You fancy joining us then?" Amy bit out. "How about doing a little striptease for us? I'm sure some of the ladies would appreciate it," she added disinterestedly as she gave a nod in the direction of her guests.

He laughed outright. "Sorry, I need to get to work. Have some real criminals to catch. You ladies will have to make do with your restocking and get home to your hubbies. Besides, no strippers are allowed in this building."

"Says who?" Amy asked outright. "What can stop us from ordering a stripper as soon as you're out of the door, huh? I believe we could order a hunk in a police uniform at any time," she teased. 

"Nothing could stop you from ordering, except for a few spies I have planted in the building," Nick said icily. "Just imagine what would happen to you when they phone me about what Jeff's little sister is up to?" He almost cornered her against the door and his stance left her in no question of him thinking up some terrible ways to torment her.

"And what would you do about that?" Amy wondered.

He answered by placing a large hand against the wall beside her head and crowding her against the door frame. 

"Just pray that you won't find out, Missy," he hissed as her in a firm voice that betrayed him capable of almost anything when it came to keeping his word. She felt a shiver move down her spine as she looked up into his dark eyes and tried to decipher what he was up to. 

Still, her sub-conscience was quite clear of what her next action should be. Back off, it said loud and clearly, making every part of her body heighten in awareness to his closeness. She tried to shake off the feeling of weakness and straightened her stance.

"Aren't you taking this looking-after-thing a bit too far? I'm sure Jeff never asked you to go these extremes when he asked you to look after me. After all, he's only gone for a couple of months."

"I wouldn't call an eleven months long expedition to the Himalayas 'just a couple'," he glared at her before he backed off a step. "Besides, I'm only doing what I would have done toward my own sister."

"Seems more like stalking, if you ask me," she said ironically.

"Stalking?"

"Yep, you're practically stalking me. Or what else would you call moving into the same building complex as I live in and following my every move. Even Jeff has never been this annoying."

"It's definitely not stalking," he replied icily. "I just happened to find an apartment I liked and it just happened to be in the same complex where you were staying. Simple as that."

"Well, you could at least have located an apartment on the other side of the building. Not just across the hall. A typical example of Stalking, as I said."

He came closer again and looked her deep into the eyes. Mesmerized, she could not take her eyes away from his, even though she wanted to escape the determination she could clearly see in his eyes. This was not a man to be trifling with, she thought as she shuddered inside as an involuntary response to his domineering behaviour.

"You haven't seen me stalking -- yet," he said slowly and emphasising every word. "But, if you would like an example I can easily give you one. Just think of it as a lecture," he murmured as his eyes kept her spellbound. 

Her breath hitched before she mentally collected herself and gave him a hard shove, forcing him to give her more distance to breath. 

"You're a sick bastard," she snarled at him. "Jeff should never have entrusted you with anything."

"Jeff trusted me to do the job properly -- not making you happy about it. He wanted you to be safe and I'm doing just that, even though you are too spoilt to notice."

Finally remembering they had an audience, she cleared her throat and started again. "What did you want, Nick? Have you come to arrest anyone of my friends just in case they're planning to do some crimes later this evening?" she asked glumly 

"Not yet," he said just as glumly. "But if you don't move that car of yours I might be tempted to arrest you. You're blocking mine."

"Only if you ask nicely and add a please," Amy bit back.

"All right. You had the offer. I'll just ram it then. Just remember that it's a felony to prevent an officer from doing his job. I might even have to arrest you for it," he said casually and started to walk away.

"And what is ramming my car? I would say that's a felony!" she shouted after him. "Oh damn," she muttered as she grabbed her keys and ran after him. That annoying man was really getting on her nerves. 

***

Returning to her party, Amy was still seething with anger at the sheer arrogance of the man. Did he think he was some kind of god or something? He always managed to make her hate the very sight of him. The nerve he had in making his every wish come true and treating her as his slave. 

Damn Jeff for asking him for any favours at all and not believing that his little sister could manage on her own. In fact, she had managed quite nicely for many years now, but the men didn't seem to have noticed her hitting the old and wiser age of 28 yet. Or they simply refused to be cast aside. Inflated male egos as they were.

"Wow, who was that?" Tess asked as soon as Amy entered her apartment again.

"No one special. Just my annoying jerk of a neighbour and a friend of my brother."

"He's really hot and a cop as well," Tess said dreamingly. "He could guard my door at any time. I'm always weak for a hunk in uniform."

A collective sign spread through the room.

"No, you wouldn't," Amy interrupted. "The man is a complete annoyance and you should be lucky he's not on your tail. Jeff made the stupid mistake of asking him to look after me while he was away and now I have this hunky maniac stalking me." 

"I wouldn't mind having a specimen such as that hanging around my doorstep," Zelma toned in. "He can guard my virtue any time."

"What virtue?" one of the other women asked and laughter spread as Zelma playfully tried to punch the speaker in the face.

"Good idea. Why don't you borrow him for a few days and report back what you think of him afterwards. I'm more than willing to share both his almightiness and arrogance, for that matter," Amy said generously.

"I wouldn't mind having something like that to look at every morning," Tess said dreamily. "Is he single?"

"Think so. Who would want to live with that temper, eh? Besides, in his case, looks are definitely deceiving. He's practically stalking me for the time being. Nagging and complaining about all and everything. I'm seriously considering moving out just to avoid him."

"Well, maybe he's just sexually frustrated and need to jerk off?" Zelma said. 

"How typical of you to think so," Tess laughed. "You think everyone is sexually frustrated."

"Well, most often they are," Zelma insisted. "I think we should buy him a toy to help him out."

"Help him out?" Amy asked. "With what? A penis-ring? Or condoms? I don't think that will help much. Might as well go for a cup and a porn magazine. Or perhaps buy him a prostitute for the evening."

"I think he's a whip-kind-of-guy," Tess intervened.

"No, please," Amy pleaded. "He might try to use it on his surroundings and then he'd be even more intolerable. You'd be better off giving him some sleeping pills. Perhaps he'll lose some of his grumpiness then. A good night sleep can work wonders for some people." 

"Oh, now I know," Zelma replied. "He needs some Viagra. That will solve his problem, I'm sure."

The whole room burst out laughing. 

"How about some handcuffs?" Tess suggested.

"He's already got that," Amy replied. "Might as well get him an inflatable doll, just for the fun of it. No, forget about him, and let's get on with trying the underwear, shall we?"

***

As the girls left for the evening, a package was dropped into the letter box of one Nick Elliot, accompanied by some half-repressed female giggles.

"That should do the trick," Zelma said knowingly.

Temptation Ch. 01



To readers whose preference is to read instant sexual activity, I'm sorry to disappoint you. 

Thanks to editor Norm. 

***

My name is Christine. I am a 41-year-old wife and mother. If they were asked about it, people who know our family and me would probably call me a prim and proper wife. I'm cultured, moral, modest, wholesome, virtuous ... in a word, chaste. And that is the kind of woman I have tried to be for most of my life. They call me such because I do not miss going to church on Sundays and other days of obligation; and more so, because I have made the virtues of purity and propriety as unwritten rules to be carefully honored, at home and in the community. The truth is that decency and being a virtuous woman with high morals really does matter to me; these really are things that I care about. 

On a scale of 1-10, it appears that most men and women who know me rate my sexual attractiveness as about a '7'. No matter, the fact is that I do take care to dress appropriately and act demurely, as a proper woman should. 

I stand 5 feet 7 inches tall; weigh 128 lbs, brown-haired and blue-eyed. And I have been blessed further with smooth skin and a well-formed figure. The nature of my bosom is such that it is rather difficult to downplay. 

I'm so proud of my son, a handsome young teenager named Albert. He's a polite, courteous kid whose good manners he'd obviously inherited from his mother. (Forgive my prideful slip.) He is 18. Still, the big growth spurt with that age hasn't hit him yet. He still stands at only about 5' 7" tall. That does make him not an inch taller than me yet. He has a very sweet personality, very thoughtful, and amazingly mature and discreet, far beyond his years; and he's dark-haired and blue-eyed, too, like his mother.

My husband Mark is a good family man and provider and not bad in bed, or was anyway. Suffice it to say that we are a happy family with a nice house living in a relatively comfortable community. 

There is one thing I have to say. Just because a wife is doing her best to be a woman of virtue does not make her a living saint as some people may think. Inside the Sunday dress she wears is a typical woman, with needs and sexual fantasies too. To remain prim and proper though she keeps her physical expressions under the tightest possible control, but not necessarily her private fantasies. 

And so here I am, a role model wife and mother, or so they say. No one in the neighborhood would ever suspect me of visiting erotic sites in the Internet, like Literotica.com, but I do of course, only when no one is watching. I must maintain my standing with the community. 

* * * 

One recent morning while I was cleaning my son's room, putting in order his disorderly stuff, I saw a white full-length cotton robe underneath his sheets. It was my robe. I was puzzled. How did that get here? I remember putting the gown in the laundry hamper the night before. And why in the world would it be in here anyway? Not suspecting anything further, I took it with me to the hamper to await the next washing. 

I would have dismissed the discovery altogether if not for another one. Soon after, on another morning, I once more found a full-length silk robe of mine in his room, this time my pink one. That was the one I'd just slipped out from just about an hour earlier, before my son left. 

I didn't take it with me to the hamper just yet this time but decided instead to ask my son later what on earth he wanted from my used private clothing. I decided to try to learn a bit more about this first just the same. 

When he came home late afternoon, I allowed him to get some rest for some time before carrying out my planned "offensive." I would need to catch him, however, so to speak, before he could return the housecoat to my hamper. And to that, I remained vigilant watching his bedroom door. 

The time for my "offensive" came. As a pre-emptive act, I didn't knock at his door when I entered his room. That was a mistake. Was I ever in for the shock of my life. 

The scene was stunning, to say the least! What I saw was not for the hypertensive or the weak of heart. My handsomely gorgeous teen-aged son was lying on his bed masturbating, his mother's long robe covering his naked body. The scene looked like he was trying to heighten his sexual climax by carefully devouring every square inch of the gown, appearance, touch, scent, everything. 

I managed to utter a quick apology before withdrawing and hurriedly closed the door, stunned and breathless. 

My mind was awhirl, my legs quivering and about to buckle. I felt so weak that I had to hold on to something to keep upright. If my clothing were not involved, I would have been a good deal less stunned over what I'd just seen. Or at least, I thought it was reasonable enough to handle it satisfactorily, even if it was well outside of what I considered appropriate boundaries. 

In any case, however, I immediately made the missing connection. It could only mean that my son was harboring sexual fantasies towards his mother. He was apparently making his mother's recently used clothing into a fetish of some sort, directing his sexual energy to it and to the traces of his mother on it, her scent and body heat. And as far as I was concerned then, it was wrong!

I began rehearsing a dialogue on how to talk about it with my son. As I did, it flashed into my mind that he might have thought I failed to recognize my clothing anyway. And so, I decided not to talk about it for the time being. 

Masturbation is held, after all, in the general public's mind, to be a normal thing, especially for adults anyway whether male or female. Therefore, there need not be a fuss about it. Chidingly, I reminded myself, I even do it myself, for heaven's sake. 

Come dinner time, Albert told us he'd come down later. Obviously, to avoid embarrassment was the reason behind it.

The next day, when I was about to do the laundry, my pink robe was back at the hamper, with additions. The stains of my son's ejaculations were there for me to see and touch. 

A sudden sexual tingling enveloped my body. The thought of my son ejaculating in my just taken off private clothing, my body heat and scent still in it was, to my mind, very sexy. I abandoned the laundry stuff and soon found myself in my bed, wrapped in the unwashed, long robe that my son had sprayed with his potent sperms the night before, participating in a very private, sensual behavior. 

The touch of the silk was erotic. It seemed now as if I could feel the intensity of my son's youthful passion as he'd heatedly ravished my article of private clothing. For myself, I began masturbating in the same unwashed gown as hotly as my son had probably done, if not more so. 

Spreading and writhing obscenely, my robed body began to perspire as my fingers neared my pussy. My mouth opened and expelled a loud gasp as my finger touched lightly against the wet flesh along my clitoris. 

Using my finger, I made rhythmic in and out strokes while my left hand wandered up beneath my robe playing with my erect nipples. 

My thighs began to tremble, tightening and untightening as my steadily probing finger drove me to still higher states of arousal.

When my heated body was about to explode my legs straightened and spread further apart, curling my toes and feeling the silky robe tease my thighs and calves into sensual awareness. 

"My God! I'm... I'm...coming...almost there...Oohhhhh!"

When I exploded, my quivering ass rose up in the air. I must have remained jerking about like that for a full minute as I crossed the peak of one of the most ecstatic orgasms ever to hit my body. 

When my ass finally fell back to bed, my body wouldn't stop jerking. My ass continued to shake, my crack spasming with sensual aftershocks. 

***

I felt guilty when it was over, very guilty. I knew so well that two wrongs do not make a right. Yet I had done it, the second wrong. For hours, my prim and proper self couldn't fathom the reason why, nor was it very pleased with me.

Because guilt and sexual spasms lorded it over my mind and body I failed to do the laundry that day. I decided to do the washing the next day.

Come evening at dinner time Albert couldn't look directly at me. The poor kid was so obviously embarrassed. I wasn't much more able to look directly at him either. If only he knew that I too had done what he had. My shame and private embarrassment was beyond measure. 

We clumsily and uncertainly did our best to carry on with life as usual as I didn't bother to mention anything to my son even before his father came home. All the while my husband was totally oblivious to what was in the minds of his wife and son in front of him.

After dinner I went to my hamper to throw in more clothes for washing when I noticed something odd. Would I be in for another shock of my life, the second in a row in 24 hours. The still unwashed robe that my son and I had shared sexually was missing. Almost instantly erotic chills ran down my spine. 

Powerful sexy thoughts of my son jerking off in our sexually-shared housecoat, after doing it myself earlier in the day, flooded my mind. If not for the equally powerful feeling of guilt I could have quietly walked into my son's bedroom door to watch him and do it with him. 

Guilt, however, sternly told me to run to the bathroom and douse my heating up body with running water. 

True to form the shower made my body and mind fresh and clean. But not for long. I hurriedly rushed back to the laundry room to check and, luckily, was not disappointed. The robe of seduction was back, reeking with sex. As I buried my face in it I noticed that the scent of my creamed body was still very much in it, however, mixing with my son's masculine scent. 

Without bothering to check on who could have noticed me I locked myself in the laundry room, tore off whatever clothing was in my body, slipped in the silky robe of seduction and intensely masturbated in it, standing with my back against the wall. 

The sensuality of it was intense. I found myself into the thought of my son sucking my breasts and massaging my crack as my body was feeling the sensual touch of the sexy silk wrapped around it. 

As I furiously fingered myself, the image of Albert's youthful hard cock in his mother's love nest made my climax far more real, filling and fulfilling me with his potent eruptions. 

My body shook like I could hear thunder crashing over me when I deliriously felt the touch of silk tight under my bottom as my own finger pushed the seductive clothing through it. 

When it was over, my body, with the love-battered robe still hanging loosely over it, was lying on the floor, moaning and hips jerking spasmodically.

* * * * *

I went to church the next Sunday, still, as prim and proper as a wife of my stature would be, notwithstanding the evil actions that I had done. No one, absolutely no one, knew, or will ever know, of the sick fantasies my son and I had shared in my private clothing. 

One late night, the erotic stories I'd been reading would not leave my thoughts. sleep eluded me. As my tired, hard-working husband snored away his body's fatigue, I slipped into a robe to cover my pantied-only body and went down to the study to read more newly submitted stories of the same sort, covering various genres. 

They were all coarse stories, using words that made me squirm most uncomfortably. But oh, the tales they told in spite of that! As usual now, reading them made me so horny. 

As I read with passion, I slipped out of my white panties and nakedly started pleasuring myself. In less than a minute, I was fast approaching a mighty orgasm that I knew could quite possibly make me fall from my chair. Almost there, I was startled at the last moment to hear footsteps coming down the stairway. 

However frustrating it was, I immediately closed the webpage, put my robe back around myself, and rushed out of the study, expecting to meet who I thought was going to be my husband. 

I was stunned to see Albert, my son, instead on his way to the laundry room. He looked like a budding Adonis in his gray shorts and t-shirt. Even in that dimly lit juncture, Albert's attire revealed in outline his developing manhood quite clearly. He was equally surprised to see me in his darkened path, as he thought I was already fast asleep. 

Instantly, I knew what he was up to. He was out to get his fetish, another of my dirty robes. He wanted to feel what was left of my body heat on it. 

His youthful face could not conceal his surprise and disa[ointment over his suddenly altered change of plans. How I wished I allowed him to take his fetish before I went out of the study. But then how would I know that it was him?

He stammered trying to explain to me what he intended to do at the laundry room at that ungodly hour. As he stuttered about, I was horrified to remember my panties had been left lying on the study room floor. I was so quietly thankful it was my son and not my husband who'd come down. I'd surely have been in deep trouble were it Mark, especially if he were to have tumbled upon those discarded panties. 

After quietly exchanging a few quiet words of social greeting, I began quizzing the young man there in the darkened hallway. Due to the stillness of the night we were careful to talk in low voices, something that wittingly or otherwise intensified the aura of sex in the air. 

Not a few would say that a mother and her son, both scantily dressed as we were and trapped in a darkened corner of the house, was only for the fantasy books. Yet, me and my son were exactly that at the moment. 

I, his mother, just a few feet away from his obvious anatomy, was in even less proper apparel. I was in my long white silk robe with nothing underneath. My defenseless womanhood could have been so easily contacted or penetrated by any horny animal, had there been one around. Luckily, it was a courteous, polite, and somewhat distraught young man that was the only male animal present. 

I tried to play down the sexual tension building up by taking the chance to ask him what he had been doing to my clothing. 

"Let's have a talk for a while, shall we?" 

"Sure, Mom."

I swayed my hips towards the living room, my hands tightly clasped at my sheer robe. He followed, side by side with me with his right hand around my waist. Such a gesture was nothing new to us but, for an unexplained reason, it felt unusual to me that night.

"Have a seat, young man." 

"Anything important, Mom?

I really wasn't prepared for an intense verbal confrontation; so I was forced to engage him in small talk while silently rehearsing in the back of my mind, dialogues of my theme. Once sorted out, and taking a deep breath to settle myself, I turned to more significant matters. Finally, I took a seat in a chair opposite where he was seated, facing him. 

"Any good reason you can tell me for heading down to the laundry at this hour?" I asked, careful to keep it in a whisper. 

"Just probably the reason why you're here," he quietly joked, smiling, rather obviously trying to fend off his uncomfortableness over the item. He surprised me with his apparent composure. 

"I was in the study playing with the computer. I heard someone coming down. I thought it was your dad." 

"Then jumped out, scared that Dad might see you chatting with someone in the YM?" 

Hm, for a kid, he's sure cocky with his comebacks, I thought to myself. 

"I don't use the computer for chatting. Not my cup of tea."

"Good. Very good then." 

"Why'd you say that?" 

"Nothing," he replied, coyly shaking his head. 

"What if I do?" 

Our eyes met as we shared a suppressed giggle before we resumed talking. Our quiet whispers returned to the mundane however. We remained at that visual face-off for sometime and quite loaded by then with sexual implications as we chatted quietly in soft voices. 

"Hey Mom, what really makes you awake at this time?"

"Why do you ask? Dissapointed that you failed to get something from the laundry?"

"Well, ummmm...just asking."

"What if I let you get it now, would you?"

"Ahhh, errrr, ummmm...what is it?"

"Don't know. It was you who was headed there."

A brief pause followed after which, for an obvious reason, we giggled together.

I rose to my feet and went over to the couch to sit beside him. That seemed to be the right thing to do at this time as his gazes started to wander around my scantily covered anatomy like his eyes had x-rays with them. But it was not before I went over the counter to pour drinks for us. It was a good way, I thought, to calm our nerves. 

Now seated beside him, me on his left, we seemed to be almost invariably drawn to each other. In the resulting closeness, our legs pressed together lightly as we sat there side by side. 

Before I could avoid it, Albert slowly but firmly welded the entire length of his left leg with mine. I made no attempt to move my lap away as I didn't want to embarrass him. I knew anyway that the touch of my robe was his fetish. More so with my leg in it, live and jerking.

The light pressing of our legs at first seemed to be a normal thing, at least to me. When it lingered and hardened, the friction started to quicken my sexual sensitivity. 

We remained quiet while sipping booze and, after sometime, his leg lightly rubbed mine vertically. Unconsciously, I responded and did the same. 

The rubbing and swaying of our legs plus the sexual arousal building up in me was not good for keeping my robe together in discreet and proper fashion. I had to hold on to it to keep it from falling open. 

And oh, the rubbing, swaying and light jerking of our legs continued. The setting was soooo erotic. It was that of a mother and son in the dark, playing footsie in a love seat.

A natural feeling of guilt made me contemplate not to allow myself to be carried away with such lingering footsie with my own son. But the sensations were too good to stop as the friction between our legs was turning sensuously hotter by the minute. 

Then to add to the quandary at that juncture, I swear I saw a tent begin rising up in my son's shorts. Shamelessly, I was hardly doing any better. God, was I getting wet. 

Our conversation rather faltered, neither of us seeming to be thinking very clearly somehow. 

"Mom ..." 

"Yesss ..." 

"You're ... ummm." 

"Whhatt? ..." 

"I mean...you know...pretty."

"Oh yeah?..."

"Sure, you are."

"Thank you. But, you Know what?"

"What?"

"Oh, none...nothing."

Once more we shared a suppressed giggle as we both stammered. Our legs, still erotically glued together, continued to rub and lightly sway. Words failed us both. With my sitting across no longer distracting him, he was able to raise his vision to my face. He looked me gently in the eye. I responded in kind. And then, it stayed that way. Our eyes remained locked together, lingering and wordless even as we continued sipping our drinks. 

Human breathing was the only sound in the still of the night. The locked gazes strongly affected the internal goings-on in our bodies, or at least in my body. 

When the eyelock broke my stare dropped at my son's hard-on, straining within his shorts. I was sure he knew about it. What he didn't know perhaps was the presence of a sexual resonance. He was hard while his mother, sitting beside him, was wet beneath her robe.

From the looks of it it seemed we both had discarded whatever morals was developed in our psyche. Had the love-battered robe that we sexually shared in separate private moments caused it? It would seem that it did. 

Soft and breathy whispers resumed. If someone happened to be eavesdropping on us from an unintelligible distance, he would have jerked-off right then and there in the dark just listening to what he would imagine as "love whispers." 




Temptation Ch. 01



We were both undoubtedly aroused in our love seat. My son beside me was hard all throughout our chat, his leg swaying with my covered lap. Me on the other hand was gasping between words.

"Mom?"

"Yesss."

"Did you know that, that..."

"That, ahhh, what?"

"That, I've been using your..."

"You've been using my, ahhh, what?" 

"Your, your..."

"My what?"

"Your... you know,"

"No, I don't. Say it...I want to know." 

"That I've been using your, kinda, feminine scent?"

Disappointment poured over me for failing to hear what I wanted him to say.

"What is, ahhh, the use of my scent?"

"I like, your scent, especially when cream is blended with the natural scent of your body."

"And, ahhh, what then?

"Mom, you may not realize it but your body scent gets in the way."

"Of what?" 

"I, can't, say it."

"Say it, please."

"It's, the scent of your body..."

"What of it? Is it, ahhh, offensive?"

"No, of course not. I just said I like it."

"So then, ahhh, it gets in the way of your what?"

He paused for a while before carefully saying,

"Of, my, private senses."

I feigned surpise, causing a short pause.

"Can you, ahhh, share with me, how it does?" 

"When, your scent gets in the way of my senses...I do wrong things."

"Like?...Ahhh." 

"My, attraction to your body scent, kinda makes me do it, in your, in your..."

"In my, ahhh, what?"

How I wished he'd say it, although I already knew it. 

"Mom?"

"Yesss."

"Please understand, that I am, maturing."

"Ahhh, of course I do." 

My heart was beating fast and my breathing getting heavier as I waited to hear his confession. For my son to confess to me and share with me the hows and whys of his intense fetish for my recently taken-off house clothing so excited me sexually. 

"I, always do it in your..."

"Ahhh, in my, ahhh, what?"

"In your...scented..."

"Ahhhh, say it, ahhh." 

I was literally gasping for breath in anticipation and sexual arousal.

"Mom, I'm, afraid to say it."

"Don't be. I'm your mother, ahhh, ready to listen, ahhh, to things that disturb you." 

"Thanks, Mom... You see, your body scent, as attached to your clothing, stirs my senses and, because of it - pardon my words - I always masturbate in your, in your..."

"Ahhh, ahhh, in my what? Ahhh, ahhh..."

Suddenly, the voice of my husband, his dad, calling for my name, reverberated in the stillness of the dimly-lit house. This time it really was him!

We were jolted out together from our dream-like states. The exchanging of glances broke up and our glued legs disengaged as we jumped off the love seat, me pulling my robe together with both hands like my life depended on it. It was as if it had parted entirely, even though actually it really wasn't at all. 

Probably, what I was trying to do was to transform the article of seduction into a robe of righteousness and, at that moment, the sooner the better. 

***

My son scampered around the counter to conceal the recalcitrant hard-on tenting his shorts, not from his mother's view, who herself was actually blocking it with her tensely shaking bottom, but from the view of his approaching, and apparently suspicious, father. 

As my grim-faced husband marched nearer, the fear (and I confess, the thrill) of getting caught scantily-dressed in the dark with my son, coupled with the sexual heat evoked by our erotic flirt, brought me to something absolutely shocking, something I'd never anticipated," an unexplained orgasm! Not big, as orgasms go, but no mere tingle either. 

It was a strange, shockingly surprising but wonderful sensation. My body throbbed; and under my robe, female juices coursed down my thankfully covered inner thighs. 

I could feel silk being sucked into my pulsing crack as it reacted, mostly from the fear and partly from the thrill. My legs buckled almost uncontrollably. 

Albert, who was now right behind me, realized my predicament and tried to steady me, taking me by the shoulders, which also helped prevent me from falling clear on down. Thank God, this was also how his father understood our son's action. To him, it appeared I had mis-stepped and briefly lost my balance. The other thing my husband didn't see was that our son's rigid tent was pressing at his mother's wildly throbbing ass hole through her gown. 

The virtual, all but penetrating piercing of his youthful manhood back there behind me made me gasp aloud. Not only that, it stimulated further previously unrecognized erogenous zones of mine, triggering another orgasm over the trailing edge of the first one, loading even further my already massively sensually sensitized body. 

For reasons beyond my ken, my husband, who was just a few feet away, seemed quite unaware to any of those wonderful sensations gripping me and my son.

Mark asked why I was not in bed. I could only answer with breathless gasps at first, as my son remained put, attached to the entire length of my behind. I tried to feign pain from a wrenched ankle, and thence, continued unsteadiness from that. Apparently, it worked. Because to my surprise, he had no questions about our flirting in the dark. 

I wanted to disengage my ass from my son's hard tent for my own private decency, if nothing else. But under these circumstances, I thought it would be much too disastrous if I did. 

It seemed that Mark could not recognize the young man's attire, what with his mother's body eclipsing his and, yes, thankfully the darkened room. Whatever or however it came to be, my son and I continued to quietly, privately, enjoy the spasms of nerve-racking, forbidden but fabulous sensations, even as we stood there like this before his dad.

When I was back to myself at last, I wasn't sure if I should quietly thank my husband for unwittingly preventing what could have unnaturally happened or curse him for aborting an edgy but sexy splendor in the dark. Whichever, his interruption had come just in time; the chaste lady of virtue inside me was sure of that. Not that it prevented our shamelessness internally, but at least the cherished virtue of my female privates had not been violated by the foulest of penetrations. 

***

The fears, aftershocks and bewilderment came and went. The confrontation concluded without violence, and we all returned to our resting places and slept the balance of the night away. 

My son and I never talked afterward of the sexual near miss. An obvious after effect though was our becoming closer together, emotionally as well as physically. We continued with our lives as usual, apart from those newly discovered sensuous hugs and playful touches, that I dismissed as just parts of his maturing self and my being a sweet mother to him. 

On occasions, when his father wasn't too close around the house, Albert and I would find ourselves invariably, but embarrassingly, stealing glances at each other. Especially, fleeting glances at quite inappropriate body parts, his and mine. 

When at one time he was walking behind me as I prepared to go up to my bedroom in my night clothes, I had the feeling that he was watching the sway of my ass. 

When I suddenly looked back to stare at him he turned around in embarassment. But not before my stare had dropped at his hard-on tenting his shorts.

Except perhaps for coy smiles, or a wry hint of acknowledgment in the looks on our faces, nothing was openly talked about. 

I still remained prim and proper and went to church on Sundays. Nowhere in even the dirtiest part of my mind flashed the possibility of the fulfillment of a sick, sexual fantasy that my son and I continued to share in our separate private moments through the erotic touch of our mutual "love clothing." 

It was really hard to explain why my son continued his fascination with my particular pink robe when he had not seen me doing it in my private moments. By contrast I always knew each time he jerked off with it and, of course, my sexual response that would follow it.

I prepared myself though for unlikely eventualities, casting scenarios, then trying to identify solutions that might solve them. Such as, if the games we were playing were to unwittingly go untamed, what would I do then? I decided I'd definitely stop them at playful kissing and touching, allowing nothing beyond that. But those various sorts of calculations were all blunders. We, or at least I, should have not played at all. 

***

I never thought that "harmless" touches and naughty but trivial glances could turn so hot that my son and I would end up in an unforeseen mating, the passion of which would turn into an absolute frenzy in ways I had never entered into before. How it happened is the story that follows this chapter.



Temptation Ch. 01



This is my first story, so bear with me. Some of these events are based on true events. Of course, there is a little embellishment. All names have been changed, for sanity's sake. •

*

Sharon was hot and sweaty from jumping and screaming the lyrics to one of her favorite bands. She felt the most alive at a concert. It was where she could let loose and not care about what anyone thought, especially since she was a black girl at a metal concert. The second band finished their set and Sharon was waiting for the headliner to come on stage. While waiting, she looked around to see if she could move up closer to the stage. Gotta love general admission! As she looked around, she received many "what the hell is she doing here?" looks. "Fuck you narrow-minded people," she thought, "we're all here for the same reason. Awesome music!" Sharon continued to look around, and then she saw him. They made eye contact, but she quickly looked away.

"Is that... David?!" she wondered. "No, it couldn't be. I haven't seen him in years!"

Dismissing it, she continued to look around and move forward in the crowd. Moments later, she heard that familiar voice.

"Great band, huh?" said David.

"Oh dear God! It is him!" she thought. "Yeah, they are." she answered. Inwardly, she hoped... "Please, don't remember me. Please, don't remember me!"

"You recognize me, don't you?" asked David.

"Shit." thought Sharon. "Umm, no..." she said, with a feigned confusion.

"It's me, David. Thomas River High School? I just cut all my hair off, so I probably don't look the same. Do you remember?"

"Of course I remember you," she thought to herself. "You were crazy about me soon after that horrible break up with Brian. The timing then couldn't have been worse! You were totally obsessed with me, and I was a complete wreck because of Brian. But you were there to help me... and we did mess around a little."

"Yeah!" she said with false shock. "David Rice, right? I thought you had fallen off the face of the Earth!"

"Pretty much. After they kicked me out of school, my life went south fast. But now, I'm working on making things right."

"Wow, he seems much more mature now." she thought. "I wonder what else has matured." She looked over his 6'3 frame. Slender, blonde hair and ice blue eyes. And those talented hands... not to mention the monster he was hiding below the belt.

"Earth to Sharon!" he joked.

She realized he had caught her staring. Quickly, she attempted to save herself from further embarrassment. "Oh, sorry! I was just, uh, trying to find a closer spot toward the stage. Can you help me?" she said.

"Sure thing. It's the least I can do for you, beautiful." he exclaimed.

Being 5'7 and quite curvy, Sharon practically turned beet red. Although proud of her natural 36DD chest, she hated her 36" stomach and 42" hips. Just when she thought she couldn't blush anymore, she felt his hands on those hips, helping her toward the stage. Eventually, they were four rows from the front, dead center.

"Thank you, David."

"No problem honey."

Just then, she felt this immense comfort wash over her. Not being with a man for quite sometime didn't help the situation. Her imagination started to wander, wishing that David would move his hands elsewhere. As if he could read her mind, David began to move his hands around her arms, up to her shoulders and down to her wrists, repeatedly. With that dreamy look in her eyes, she looked up to him. As their eyes met, he leaned in and his lips met hers. As they kissed, she felt fireworks go off in her head. She couldn't help but think to herself, "Wow, he's really improved! I can't wait to see what else he can do now." Still embracing, his hands found the inside of her shirt, squeezing and massaging her breasts, coming ever so close to her sensitive nipples. Moaning into his mouth, Sharon then broke the kiss and returned his hands to her hips. She attempted to speak to remind him and herself where they were, but could only bite her bottom lip, as her arousal would be blatantly obvious in her voice.

"I saw that!" said David. Sharon could only smile at him. Just then, the concert hall went black and the headlining band took the stage. They enjoyed the show, occasionally jumping into the mosh pit. Escaping without more than a scratch.

After the show, David and Sharon were walking toward the nearby parking garage, when he suddenly pulled her into an alleyway, out of the public eye. He gently backed her against the wall, and began kissing her on the neck. Being one of her hot spots, she had to cover her mouth, so her moaning would not attract unwanted attention. His skilled hands, once again, found her bountiful breasts, catching her sensitive nipples with his thumbs. She, now, had to use both hands to stifle her moans and screams. The sensation became so much for her, her eyes began circling toward the back of her head. As much as he loved seeing her in such pleasure, he let her go, not wanting to pressure her into something so quickly. Before she even had a chance to question his actions, he took hold of her hand and spoke softly.

"Listen, I know it's been a long time. And I'm still crazy about you. But I'll understand if you don't want to start anything serious with me."

She looked up at him, confused, yet appreciative of his consideration. He's right, it had been a long time. And he wasn't exactly her ideal boyfriend, and he knew that. She was a recent college graduate, model figure of her family, who had never been in any kind of trouble with the law. While David was a high school dropout, with quite a few blemishes on his record. Not to mention being the black sheep of his family.

"Thank you for not rushing me into this." she said. "Give me your number and I'll call you soon."

They exchanged numbers and she called a week later. As they talked, she learned the details of David's hard life, including the death of his mother. Sharon couldn't help but to be attracted to him, since he opened himself up to her so freely. Not to mention he's easy on the eyes. Soon, they began seeing each other exclusively.

**********

"No way! Oh my God! You can't be serious? DAVID?!" exclaimed Susan.

"Calm down! Yes, David was there. And we've started dating." Sharon said.

"I can't believe this. I know that Brian broke your heart long ago and David was there to help. But do you seriously think he's going to be..."

"Now wait a minute." Sharon cut her off. "I know David lived in your neighborhood many years ago. He had a troubled upbringing. I'm well aware of that. But that's in the past. You can't use his past against him, especially since he's working on changing his life for the better!"

Stunned, Susan stood there with her mouth gaping open.

"You're my best friend, and I know you don't want to see me get hurt again. But it's been nearly 7 years! I think it's time for me to take a chance!" Sharon shouted.

"Okay." Susan said, resigned. "I trust your judgment. But don't tell me any details about your sexual escapades! That would just gross me out!"

"Susan..." Sharon glared.

"Okay, okay, okay." she said apologetically.

**********

"I can't believe you'll be gone for 6 months!" Sharon muttered.

"I know. I don't want to leave such a beautiful face behind, but I have to go. Not having my high school diploma, I have to do this. I need it for my future." declared David.

"I'm going to miss you so much." she pouted.

He leaned across the center console of her car and kissed her gently. She wrapped her arms around him, not letting go. She lightly ran her fingers across the nape of his neck, tantalizing him.

"Now you know what that does to me." he said.

"Shut up and kiss me." she retorted.

Being the obedient boyfriend, he kissed her forcefully. He knew she liked it a little rough, but he usually treated her as he thought a woman should be treated, gently. But right now, he was going to give her what he could in the remaining time they had together. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him in even closer. She quickly felt that familiar ache between her legs. His hands came underneath her shirt, nearly ripping it in the process. He reached to unclasp her bra and freed her breasts from their prison. Like a wild animal, he leaned down to take one nipple into his mouth, and bit down with just enough pressure to make her moan. As he feasted, she reached down to unzip his jeans and release his throbbing member.

Taking her hint, he leaned the passenger seat back, allowing her room to work. She leaned over and lightly kissed the angry head staring at her. The light touch elicited a groan from David, which only encouraged her to continue. She took the head into her mouth, slowly licking, enjoying every minute of it. Inch by inch, she engulfed his nearly 8 inch cock. Feeling the back of her throat, a slow guttural groan escaped his mouth. Hearing that nearly made her climax right at that moment. With her excitement, she picked up the pace, varying her tongue movements. She began humming and moaning on his cock. The extra vibration caused him to swell, approaching the inevitable. Feeling this, she reached down and lightly squeezed his sac. Then he lost it. Ropes of cum quickly filled her mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could to accommodate more of his sweet concoction.

It took him a minute to recover from his explosive orgasm. Once he regained composure, he looked upon her face, drenched with sweat and cum. She had become so aroused, she was fingering herself, pinching her nipple with her free hand. He couldn't help but to lean in and kiss her as she climaxed.

As she got dressed in the driver's seat, the alarm on his watch went off. It was time for him to leave.

"Damn." he said.

"I know you're going to miss that. Aren't you?" referring to their torrid tryst.

"Are you kidding me?" he exclaimed. She giggled.

He groaned. "I don't want to leave."

"You have to go. If you don't go, you may never get this chance again. So go, or you'll miss your bus."

"I'm going to miss you so much." He kissed her. "And that talented mouth of yours. Haha."

"We will be waiting for you." she joked.

She looked up to kiss him one last time before he boarded his bus. She didn't realize until that moment that she immensely cared about David... maybe even loved him. Just that quickly, he was gone.

**********

"6 months! Geez, do you think you can last that long?" Susan gasped.

"Well, I had gone without for over a year before I met him, so I should be able to do it." Sharon quipped. Then quickly remembering her previous boyfriend Jack. The thought alone caused her pussy to twitch. She was immediately brought back to the present with Susan's concern.

"But David has been quite the lover, as you have told me. So, I have to ask again... Do you think you can last that long? Haha."

"Are you calling me a nymphomaniac?"

"Yes! Haha." Susan laughed.

"Shut up! I should be able to handle it. I've got plenty of toys to hold me over." she admitted.

"Ew! I didn't need to know that!"

"Hey! You asked! And I always give an honest answer. You're fully aware of that."

"Yeah, but still! I don't need the mental image of my best friend writhing with some phallic-shaped object!"

"Damn, I miss him already..." Sharon said.

"EEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWW!"

"Oh, you're such a prude!"

"Am NOT!" Susan pouted. "I just don't want anyone getting hurt. That's all."

"That shouldn't be a problem."

**********

Sharon was lazily watching television when an instant message popped up on her computer screen.

"Hi hun!" it read. But it wasn't from David. It couldn't have been. She knew he didn't have internet access where he was. So who could it be? She walked toward her computer, and realized it was Jack.

She began typing. "Oh my God, Jack! How are you?"

"Great." he replied.

Jack was one of Sharon's ex-boyfriends. At an average 5'10", 200 pounds, Jack was another typical blonde-haired, blue-eyed guy, but quite a stud in the sack. Their stint was short-lived, mainly due to timing. Their attraction to one another hadn't waned much. In fact, when she realized it was Jack, she felt that familiar quiver between her legs.

"What's been going on? How are you and your girlfriend?"

"Well, we broke up..."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's okay. But I'd rather not talk about that. Frankly, I want to get my mind off of her for good. I know it's been a while, but did you want to grab some coffee and chill?"

Sharon hesitated. "Did he just ask me out? Or am I jumping to conclusions?"

"Sure." she finally answered. "It'd be good to get out of the house."

"Cool. The usual? Say, tomorrow at seven?"

"The only reason you love going to Nick's Bar is because it's walking distance to your house. Haha."

"Is that a yes?" Jack asked impatiently.

"Of course. I'll meet you there."

**********

"You're not actually going, are you?" Susan worried.

"I'm going. I don't think anything weird will happen." Sharon affirmed.

"How can you be so sure? Jack is manipulative! And he's 'charming' as you've told me before. I don't think you should go." she cautioned.

"I'll let you know how things go. I promise."

"Be careful."

**********

Sharon and Jack sat in Nick's Bar for hours, downing beer after beer, talking about their past relationships, and their most recent.

"So this David guy... he's been treating you right?" Jack prodded. "Because if not, I'll have to kick some ass."

"That won't be necessary. He's not perfect, but I can't stop thinking about him." Sharon blushed. "I miss him so much. It's only been 2 months since he left, and..."

"That's a long time to, well, you know... go without. Especially for you."

"Thank you, Captain Obvious." Sharon deadpanned.

"Haha, sorry. But I know how insatiable you are. I remember the many nights you've stayed at my place. And then called in to work the next day. Haha."

Sharon noticed the look in Jack's eyes, and immediately knew she could be in trouble.

"I think I should go. You know...work in the morning." Unbeknownst to Jack, she had the next two days off.

"Come on, you're in no condition to drive home. Let's walk back to my place and we can chill there until you sober up."

"Fine. But as soon as I'm sober, I'm leaving."

"Sure. Let's go."

**********

Sharon and Jack approached his front door. Once Jack opened the door, Sharon stumbled in, nearly falling down.

Catching her, Jack asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I just need to sit down."

Heading toward Jack's room, Sharon could feel the alcohol making her head spin and her loins ache. Her body wanted special attention, and she had a more than capable man there to satisfy that need. Once seated on Jack's bed, Sharon's head stopped spinning, but she was still on fire.

"Plenty of memories here, huh?" Jack quipped, red-faced.

Sharon refused to answer, noticing she wasn't alone in her drunken stupor.

"Want a back rub, for old time's sake?"

She remembered that Jack gave awful massages, but they usually preceded mind-blowing sex. But she couldn't leave in her condition. She was stuck.

"Do I have a choice?"

"Not really. Haha."

Jack moved behind Sharon and began to rub her shoulders and neck in his usual lax style. As he rubbed, he moved in closer and nuzzled her neck, remembering that was one of her hot spots.

"I've got you now." he whispered.

"Bastard." As much as she hated the situation she was in, her voice betrayed her. It was filled with lust.

"Sounds like you want more. And I recognize that look on your face." Jack's voice was full of arrogance.

She could say nothing, as her voice would further betray her.

Taking her silence as defeat, Jack roughly picked her up and slammed her against the wall, and bound her wrists with his left hand so she could not escape. He knew she loved it rough. Hell, he was the one who brought it out of her in the first place. Her now soaked pussy was evidence. With his free hand, reached under her skirt, and let his fingers work magic on her aching clit.

"Ohhh gawd. Ahh..."

"Yeah, you love it when I rub your hot button. You love it when I finger fuck your pussy. You love that I can make you beg with these fingers."

As much as she hated to agree, since he wasn't her boyfriend, Jack was right. Sharon loved to be dominated and controlled. It was in fact Jack that opened her eyes to the world of BDSM.

"Tell me how much you love it." he demanded, his voice deep and ragged.

Sharon looked at Jack with lust-filled eyes, but refused to answer.

"Tell me!" He drove his fingers in her pussy as deep as he could.

"Ohhh! Yes! I love it!" she shouted. "I fucking love it when you finger fuck me!"

An evil smirk appearing on his face, he withdrew his now soaked fingers, then threw her onto the bed, ripping her blouse to shreds in the process.

"I'm gonna make you scream more than you ever have." he declared.

Sharon has always been a screamer. As much as she tried to keep her volume down, it was no use. So for Jack to make such a statement, she feared she may end up losing her voice.

Jack quickly disrobed, then soon rid the remaining of Sharon's clothes. Both noticed she was glistening with anticipation.

"Well, a little excited, are we?" Jack laughed.

Sharon looked at him with such intensity, Jack's smirk disappeared and he moved down to taste her. She saw this and couldn't take anymore.

"No. You're going to fuck me. You've tortured me enough. Fuck me right now!"

Jack could see the mind game was over. She was more than ready for the imminent pounding. But being the one in control, he wasn't ready to start obeying her orders. He positioned himself over her, rubbing the head over her clit repeatedly.

"Don't fucking tease me! Fuck me now!" she screamed.

He ignored her and continued to tease her.

"Jack! You bastard..."

With that, he plunged into her easily with his six incher. Jack was definitely not as "gifted" as David, but what Jack could do with what he had trumped David's size. Sharon was well aware of this.

Jack soon caught a rhythm and pounded into her hot and wet pussy. The sound of skin against skin, although present, was drowned out by her wanton screams.

"Ohhh... Fuck, yes! .... Ahhh!" Sharon shouted.

"Yeah, you love that."

"FUCK! Ahhh!"

Her vulgar language only added fuel to the fire for Jack. His thrusting became more enthusiastic.

"You have such a dirty fucking mouth. Only sluts and whores use such language. Are you a dirty slut? Are you MY dirty slut?"

"Ohhh, yes! Yes, I am!"

"I want to hear you say it... Say it!" Jack thrust into her as deep as he could.

"Ahhh. Fuck! I'm a dirty, filthy slut! Your dirty slut!"

They continued to fuck like wild animals until the inevitable.

"Ahh, baby, I'm gonna cum." Jack warned.

She heard him loud and clear, but did not respond. She was focused on the incredible and familiar feeling of an impending climax.

"Fuck yes, I'm cumming!" she screamed.

They came simultaneously, both screaming at the tops of their lungs.

**********

Sharon lay next to Jack, recovering from her blinding yet sobering orgasm.

"I should go." she finally said.

"Are you okay to drive?" he asked, concerned.

"I'm fine." she assured.

"Well, let me walk you to your car."

"No. I'll be fine."

"Alright. I guess I'll talk to you again soon."

She didn't answer. She quickly dressed, wearing one of Jack's shirts in lieu of her tattered blouse, and left for the adjacent parking lot. Once inside her car, she just sat there thinking.

"What have I done?" she worried. She then felt a strangle feeling between her legs.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "I forgot my underwear!" But to save face, she turned the key in the ignition and drove home. "Damn, Susan is going to kill me!"




Temptation Ch. 01



**********

"Didn't I tell you that would happen?!"

"Yeah, yeah..."

"I told you he was manipulative!"

"We were both drunk. It's not like I was the only one drinking. It's not like he drugged me... "

"But you still had sex with him! You could have called a cab to get out of there!"

Dumbfounded, Sharon was at a loss for words.

Seeing her shock, Susan calmed down. "You didn't even think of that, did you?" she asked softly.

"Obviously not!" Sharon quipped. "I was drunk! Of course I wasn't thinking of calling a cab. I just let my insatiability get the best of me. David's been gone so long. I just..."

"It's not even the half way point yet!" Susan interrupted.

"I know, I know." Sharon sounded defeated. She knew what she did was wrong. But how she saw things, it couldn't be helped. She was a strong believer that things happen for a reason. This was fated to happen.

"So what are you gonna do now? Are you going to tell David?"

Sharon snapped out of her daze. "What?! Are you nuts?! I can't tell him! It would break his heart!"

"Hiding it would be worse." Susan retorted.

Sharon sighed. At this point, she just hoped nothing like this would happen again.

*********

Sharon actively read one of her favorite erotic stories online, when an instant message popped up on her screen.

"Dammit, always when I get to the good part. Who the he..." she stopped.

It was Jack.

"Hey Sharon. Are you busy?"

To be continued...



Temptation Ch. 01



John's car pulled into the car park at the local mall. He drove away from the madding crowds near to the entrance for the quiet back of the car park. They had arranged this meeting online just to say hello and break the ice. John didn't hold out for much more than that. He had rushed all the way from work telling his wife he was meeting up with one of the boys for a drink on the way home. He had never done anything as crazy as this before but there was something about this woman, something alluring and different. 

John pulled into the bay next to her car he waved briefly as he caught sight of Mary's flowing red hair tussled around that beautiful face. John recognised her as he had been talking to Mary for weeks on the web cam and had several vivid dreams about her. He quickly got out of the drivers seat and got into her passenger seat. 'Hi, sorry I am late!' he said as she leaned closer to him and their lips met. Her tongue parted his lips and moved across his teeth. 

John moved closer to her and one hand wandered to the back of her head pulling her closer, his other hand moved to her breasts. He was pleased at the softness in her chest and his hand wandered up underneath her shirt until it reached the lacy fabric of her bra. Her nipples readily stood to attention with his rapid touch but he was surprised at how large and hard they became in the short time he had touched them. He wanted to suck them, to roll them around in his mouth but she had other plans. She pushed him away had he done something wrong? Had he been too forward? 

Then he noticed the glint in Mary's eyes and the joy in her face and he relaxed somewhat. 'I'm going to suck you right here right now! Undo yourself for me I want to watch!' she ordered. ' You can't we're in public someone will see!' John stumbled. 'I don't give a fuck I must have you in my mouth right now!' she ordered. Why had he worn his jeans today of all days he should have worn loose fitting tracksuit bottoms? He quickly fumbled at his trousers to release his cock, which sprung from the confines of his trousers into clear view. He quickly moved his head around to see if there was anyone outside the car but they were all too far away. 

'Mmm you look good. Do you want me to suck you?' Mary asked John, he couldn't speak he just nodded. She lowered her head to his crotch and licked the top of his hard erect cock. He had been at work all day and the sweat had added to the musky aroma and taste. She wanted to tease him with her tongue and he had been so patient waiting for her to be ready that she wanted to literally blow his mind right here right now. Mary's expert tongue licked down the shaft and circled the curly hairs at the bottom. She wanted to suck at his tight balls but that would have to wait for another day as she could sense his urgency. 

Mary licked and sucked up his shaft to the eye and used her hand to gently pull the foreskin back down his shaft. Mary had exposed his eye which clear liquid was oozing out from. She used her hands to hold the shaft tighter sending pulses through his body and her tongue circled the eye lapping up the juices. She used her mouth to full effect the lips forming a seal around his shaft and she hummed and moaned to send sensations buzzing through his very being. John gently rested his hands on the back of her hair playing with the tendrils of her hair as he closed his eyes and was brought closer and closer to ecstasy. Her tongue licked up and down as her mouth moved up and down his cock, first slowly then quicker and then slower again. 

As much as he tried it wouldn't be long now his breathing was short and rapid and the moans were ever more noticeable. John felt guilty that he wasn't pleasuring Mary but this was damn good and he didn't want it to end. His wife didn't like putting him in her mouth, as she said it was dirty. John hadn't had a blowjob in almost ten years and this one felt so good, the best he had ever had.

Mary was hungry for him and was making this feel so good, so normal and loving. He was going to cum and he didn't know if she would want him to cum in her mouth so he tried to move her head pulling gently at her hair but she clamped her mouth tighter around his cock until he knew that she wanted it. Without another thought John came in Mary's mouth spraying his cum to the back of her throat. She relaxed her grip as she swallowed then gently licked and lapped his cock clean of all the juice. 

Mary sat back in her seat and looked and John with a big grin on her face. 'Kiss me let me taste my juice in your mouth!' John asked and the two of them leaned together and kissed passionately. It was divine tasting his cum from Mary's mouth. They would have to meet again John knew this wouldn't be a one off meeting. They would have to meet again to explore each other fully. They were too good together for this to be a one off.



Temptation Ch. 01



Fearne let out the softest of sighs as she took her earring off, giving herself a wistful glance in the opulent mirror that dominated her dressing table. Mistress had been favouring Sanford recently and she missed the touch of the whip, the brutality of her paddle and most of all the way that Mistress eased the brutal pain that she inflicted. Her last orgasm had been a little over a month ago, 36 days to be precise. Yet she remembered it with such crystal clarity that it could have been moments ago. The climax she had received had been all the sweeter because of all the tease, denial and the edging. Oh god the edging. Thinking of how expertly Mistress could bring her so very close to the brink but then deny her that final release made Fearne squirm in her chair. She was alone, the end of another frustrating night of mostly being ignored. Although unlike Sanford she wasn't kept in chastity she knew that to even touch herself once would enrage and disappoint her Mistress. It was the latter quality that stayed Fearnee's fingers though. She could handle the rage, sometimes even thrived on it. But to disappoint the one woman who had made her happier than she had ever dreamt possible... to see that crestfallen look on her face. That was too much to bear the thought of.

She looked down at the little jewellery box that Mistress had given her last Christmas. It was made of walnut and had a ruby that had been cut in the shape of a heart set into the top. Lined with purple velvet it was truly a gift worthy of any lover, and one of the few items that Fearne cherished for purely sentimental reasons. Carefully placing the tear-drop earrings back into their compartments in the top of the chest she glanced back at her reflection in the mirror. 

Her olive complexion shimmered in the soft glow from the fairy-lights that adorned the mirror. It was framed by straight, raven-black hair that teased the tops of her slender shoulders. She was far from unattractive, but she was no runway model. She had too many healthy curves, and her breasts hung heavy on her chest. She had always had full tits, but now that her Mistress kept them full of milk 24/7 they sagged a little more than they used to. Her dusty pink nipples were elegantly adorned with silver rings, a chain running from each down to the matching ring that pierced her clitoral hood. She couldn't remember the last time she'd worn clothes in the house. Even when sent out for chores she wore skimpy, revealing outfits - whatever the weather. Dropping her large blue eyes back to the box her brow furrowed into the cutest of little frowns as she saw something new glinting amidst the necklaces and rings. One of the few things that her Mistress had allowed her to keep from her life before entering her service was her extensive jewellery collection. 

This was no anklet, bracelet nor studded choker though. It was a key. A key she instantly recognised. It was Sanford's key. The key to the device that he wore most every second of every day. The only times he was released was when Mistress wanted to edge him, or more rarely, to milk him. Unlike Fearne, who did occasionally receive genuine orgasms, Sanford had suffered through ruined orgasms and milkings since he'd entered permanent service. She felt sorry for her brother-sub but would never voice such an opinion, she knew that if she did the tables would be reversed in an instant and she had seen the pained look on the poor boys face; heard the screams of agony as he was brought to yet another edge. Watched as his whole body shook and writhed for hours after a ruined orgasm. Even just thinking about it now she shuddered. Mistress could be cruel, and suddenly Fearne found herself pleased that she hadn't been the focus of Her attentions for the last few weeks. Immediately the thought was dismissed. Even at her most savage Fearne loved, adored, worshipped her Mistress and she would much rather have been subjected to the treatment Sanford received nightly than have never known the woman's touch. 

Blinking her thoughts returned to the key nestled between her favourite pearls. She reached out a tentative hand, not truly believing this wasn't some kind of trick or perhaps an illusion. The cool metal confirmed that the key was at least real, and she lifted it out of the box to examine more closely. It was unmistakably the key to lock which kept Sanford's little dick locked away in a steel tube. Why was it here? What should she do? An evil glint came to her eye as she thought of sneaking down to Sanford's room and having a little fun with her housemate. Did she dare? The long-suppressed rebel in her delighted at the idea. Mistress was surely either sound asleep or out. She had sent them to bed and never checked on them anymore. It would be so easy... and so much fun. 

Before she could think it through fully, realise that doing this would doubtless lead to pain in her near future her feet were padding down the shag carpet of the hallway and she was outside Sanford's door, reaching a hand up to knock gently. She heard a stir from inside and quickly opened the door, slipping inside before she could be seen. Sanford, who was sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands and sobbing quietly to himself before she entered looked up with a start. His eyes flew wide but before he could utter a syllable she had crossed the small distance and silenced him by pressing the key to his lips. She had a twinkle in her eye and smiled at him. He shook his head in fear for a moment but she ignored him. If he really wanted to he could stop her with a word.



Temptation Ch. 02



The next morning, Amy was awakened by someone practically leaning on her door bell. She stumbled out of bed, barely grasping her dressing gown and pulling it around her as she headed toward the door. Who could it be at this ungodly hour? And on a Sunday? It felt as if she had barely slept a wink and she promised herself to become really angry if it turned out to be anything less than an emergency that was ruining her sleep. 

"I'm coming," she yelled to the intruder. "Will you stop that noise!" she snarled as she opened the door to stare at the disturber still holding a finger on her doorbell. 

"Oh, it's only you," she yawned at the sight of an angry looking Nick. "Look, why don't you come back in a few hours and give me your usual reprimand then. I'm sure I would appreciate it a lot more when I'm awake." She made another deep yawn as she prepared to close the door in his face. Right now she was too tired to be afraid of him, but even in her present state she realised that telling him that would be a major mistake.

"What is this?" Nick snarled at her, holding a strange object in close proximity of her nose.

"What is what?" she said and swallowed her next yawn as she tried to put a name to the strange object dangling in front of her nose.

"This!" he almost yelled. "I found it in my mail box. You and your little friends had some fun last night, didn't you? You want to confess right now or shall I torture you first?"

"Very funny, Nick. Do you know what time it is? It's Sunday morning, for crying out loud. Try to make your social calls at a more decent time. Right now I'm returning to sleep." She turned and tried to close the door.

"Not so fast, Missy." He put his foot against the door-frame, preventing her from shutting it. "You and your friends obviously had a lot of fun on my behalf. Just explain this to me." He held out the box again.

This time she could make out a label and she read the text out loud. "Vibrating vagina. What's that?" Comprehension hit her almost as she said the words, and she blurted on. "Oh, now I see," she chuckled loudly as she gave Nick a smug smile. "I really think you should keep such toys to yourself – it quite ruins the good impression I have of you," she sniggered at the irony. 

As if she had ever had a good impression of Mr-pure-and-spiteful-arrogance standing in her doorway. Oh well, maybe when she was a young and naïve teenager, but that was not representative in the long run. No way.

He just glared at her. "It's not mine. You or some of your dear friends put it in my mailbox."

"We did? Okay, now I'm following. So the girls decided to give you a present after all? Oh well, not a bad choice. I'm sure you will get along nicely together. Goodnight, Nick." She tried closing the door again. It was still blocked. "Still here? You know, I'm sure you can get a refund on the vagina, as long as it's not used, of course." 

"So, you knew about this?"

"No, actually I tried to talk them out of it, but it seemed they weren't listening to me at all. Besides, I suggested something entirely different for you," she blurted out.

"Like what?" he asked suspiciously.

"A.... Oh, never mind," she said sobering up. "Now, will you move that foot? I'm closing the door." He answered by stepping into the apartment.

"I'm not leaving until I get an explanation," he said icily as he stood hovering over her as if he was trying to dominate her into confessing.

"Suit yourself. I'll just return to my own busy schedule then. You just make yourself at home," she suggested as she closed the front door and turned toward her bedroom again to catch up on some much needed sleep.

"Stop right there," Nick snarled as he grabbed a hold of her upper arm. "I suggest you give me a better explanation and quickly," he suggested coldly.

"Don't you have better things to do, officer?" she snarled at the intruder as she shook away his hand.

"It's Detective or Nick. And no, I'm off duty today. Besides, I consider harassment of policemen to be a very important case."

"Well, why don't you find some real criminals then? Or shall we call all my friends and interrogate them? Didn't you mention torture, as well? Gee, and I thought that was illegal?"

"I'm making an exception," he answered glumly.

Realising the intruder would not leave willingly she contemplated her chances of evicting him. It didn't take long to realise he both outweighed her and outmuscled her. Zero chance of that, she thought. Time for Plan B.

"Coffee?" she asked invitingly.

"If you're not trying to poison me, I'll accept."

Okay, Plan C, then. What would Plan C be? Wait until he got tired and walked away? 

Instead she prepared the coffee and handed him a cup of the hot drink. He stared suspiciously at it. 

"It's coffee beans and water. I was out of cyanide," she said ironically.

"And the explanation?" 

"What's to explain? The girls thought you needed a bit of help and there you have it. Be happy about it and go home and try it out," she said smugly. "But I must admit I voted for something quite different for you." 

"Like what?" he asked suspiciously.

"I different temper would work wonders on your sex appeal. Not to mention a brain and some social skills informing you never to bother your neighbours before 10 o'clock on a Sunday. Just go home and get some sleep, Nick," Amy suggested as she adjusted her dressing gown to cover her legs better. 

Her movement caused Nick to examine her more carefully as if he hadn't realised how thin her clothes had been before now. He stared at her naked calves and she felt a slight shiver start in her body by the thought of what he thought of her body and what he would say if she suddenly undressed in front of him. Most likely he would give her the reprimand of her life before sending her to bed with a sore ass. 

She almost chuckled as she contemplated his shock if she ever attempted anything that crazy, and she couldn't quite make up her mind whether it would be worth it or not. She shook her head as if trying to empty her thoughts again. Whatever made her contemplate something that crazy in front of Nick, of all people? The stuffiest man she had ever had the misfortune to encounter?

The less interaction she had with the man the better it was. He scared her almost to death sometimes and she could never quite make out what he thought about her either. Most likely he considered her to be one of his most boring and troublesome duties, at least if judging by the usual expression of pained indulgence he was constantly bestowing her with.

She was becoming more aware of how thin her dressing gown really was and the T-shirt she had underneath barely covered her thighs. It was freezing cold in her apartment and she really wanted to return to her bed as soon as possible. That meant she had to get rid of her angry guardian-angel rather fast, but Nick simply sat quietly at her kitchen and slowly sipped the coffee - looking as if he had decided to occupy her apartment until he had his answers.

"Look, if there was nothing else, I'm returning to my bed for some much needed sleep," she said while standing up to leave for her warm bed. "You just close the door on your way out."

"What sort of hospitality is this?" Nick asked ironically, obviously having returned to his normal haughty attitude.

"It is as friendly as I can be this early in the morning and toward my stalker slash neighbour slash annoying-friend-of-my-brother. I suggest you take the hint and go away," Amy snarled at him. She was tired of tiptoeing around this brute. It was better to face him head on, she decided, and right now the thought of sleep was much more tempting than standing here freezing and facing one of the most annoying men she had ever had the misfortune of knowing. 

"So what did you buy for yourself then, eh?" he asked with a knowing gleam in his eyes while roaming his eyes over her worn dressing gown. "A new chemise, perhaps? Or a sexy babydoll combined with a couple of toys to relax that spine a little?"

"None of your business," she snarled at him as she held on tighter to her old dressing gown. It was worn, all right, but only because it was her favourite, and the only one she could wear in public. Her latest buys were hidden in her bottom drawer and she would save them for a better occasion or for a night when she felt like being sexy all on her own. 

"Or perhaps you have restocked your entire collection of dildos, believing they resemble the real stuff? They don't even come close, you know."

"No, they don't resemble the real thing," she glared at him. "They're better. Much better." 

"How so? How can a plastic phallus even come close to a real live one?"

"They don't complain, for starters, and you can turn them on whenever you feel like it and throw them in the closet when you're done. Much better than the real stuff. And they don't come attached to some nagging male with a bad temper," she snarled while giving him a tell tale look.

"Is that so?" he asked as he rose and stood much closer to her than she enjoyed, but she was not backing down this time. "And do they pleasure you as well as a man would?"

"Better, in fact. Compared to a man, they can even find the clitoris."

"Self-made is well-made, you mean? Well, if you believe that you don't have enough experience in these matters. Only virgins or dried-up old maids wouldn't know the difference," he said matter-of-factly as he gave her his haughtiest smile, as if he knew a lot of stuff that she hadn't the slightest inclination of learning any soon.

"Well, I'm neither, but I still beg to differ," she nagged on as she faced him head on.

"Maybe you should find yourself a real man the next time?" he suggested and giving her heated look that almost shook her to the bones. "Instead of those ignorant creeps you've been dating."

"There hasn't been anything wrong with any of them," she snarled at him.

"Well, if they haven't been able to teach you such basic things about the male anatomy, I disagree. Any male worthy of his gender would know how to use his equipment – and use it well in order to please his woman," he said heatedly. 

Amy felt her body heating at the same time and almost begged for her light skin to not show the blush she felt was coming closer. At least her feet didn't feel cold anymore. 

"You mean your inflated ego is talking again, aren't you? Well, in my experience men are loud-mouthed, but when it comes to delivering...well, that's where my preference for dildos start, wouldn't you say? In fact, I could have had a great time with my favourite right now if it wasn't for some annoying male trying to convince me of the prowess of males," she glared at him.

"You need proof, is that it? To get some weight behind the words?" he asked smoothly as he stood in front of her, smiling that annoying smile of his that made her toes curl with indignation. "Well, why didn't you just say so right away?" he smiled before grabbing her arm and yanking her closer to him. She fell forward and at the same time she felt her body hit his, before he placed an arm behind her back, almost gluing his body along hers. 

She gasped in surprise and instinctively looked up, meeting his eyes and she managed to discern their colour as grey before she saw they changed into darker tones. Holding up her hand to steady herself she felt his warm body against her hand and at the same time she registered something else that had escaped her notice.

Something hard was pressing against her stomach and in a flash she suddenly realised he was aroused – and increasing more for every second. She gasped a second time, and felt her cheeks blossom with warmth and red colour at the unexpectedness of his reaction. Nick was getting a hard on – for her? The shock made her reel back against his hand that held her tightly to him. Immediately she looked up and noticed his knowing smile before she felt him start to rub his pelvis against her body in a slow circular movement. 

The bulge grew even harder and she felt herself blush as she felt he outline of his cock against her front. Her thin clothes suddenly seemed a lot thinner and she felt every outline of his body against her own. 

She inhaled sharply at the unexpected display and shook herself while trying to concentrate on this simply being the annoying friend of her brother and not an interesting male her body wanted to get more acquainted with. 

"Need some help jerking off?" she finally snarled at him. "I don't think Jeff would ask you to look after my sexual needs as well, or is this simply a one-sided attraction?" she said ironically.

"How large are your dildos?" he asked instead in that heated voice of his. His dark voice seemed even more sombre than before and she felt her body warming to his presence. "What size do you prefer?" 

"Huh?" She just stared dumbfounded at him before finally managing to prevent her fantasies from taking a wild turn toward some unknown territory. "You really play dirty, officer," she looked directly into his eyes. They were glowing now. Possibly with anger or perhaps something else. She dragged her breath forcibly. "Is this your usual interrogation method? In that case it stinks. Or do you usually try to dazzle the convicts with your masculine appendages?"

He just laughed out loud. "Oh Missy, you are really something. Don't know when to back down. Maybe I should simply remove my pants. Seems like the only thing that can impress you at the moment." 

"Uhm, there's really no need for that," she started shakily. "I think I can judge the concept quite fine from here."

"You sure abut that?" he smirked as he rubbed his abdomen against her stomach, making her feel the hardness pressing against the fabrics separating their bodies.

She blushed profusely, and her speaking ability had somehow disappeared completely. He lifted his hand and touched her left cheek, before slowly venturing down her front, lightly touching her throat, her upper chest. Moving between her breasts, her breath hitched as her nipples peaked to the warm and masculine hand being so close. 

Slowly his hand stroked further down her front, before stopping at her stomach where his cock was still felt as clearly as before. He bent his head closer to her and as she felt his breath against her neck, her head involuntary shifted to the side to give him easier access. He was going to kiss her, she was sure of it, and the anticipation made her shiver all over.

"You just let me know when you require further proof," he murmured into her ear before taking a step backwards. Giving her one last heated look that promised much more than he had delivered, he turned and walked away. She barely noticed the front door being closed as he exited her apartment. Her breaths came in gasps and she felt her skin tingle in anticipation and regret of what could have been if he had only proceeded a little longer.

She shook her head. Damn, what was she thinking? This was her brother's best friend. A man she had known for years and years, and almost thought about as her own brother. But he wasn't. He wasn't her brother and she hadn't known him at all. The man she'd come to know could never have heated her up to this burning level and then simply left her. He could not heat her blood for anything in the world. Not before now. 

Of course she had watched him over the years, and perhaps even had a small crush on him when she was thirteen, but that had passed quickly since he had never shown any interest in his friend's younger sister. 

Before now. She stared at the door he had left through. Still feeling dumbfounded. What was going on here? The world seemed to have been turned upside down, as far as Amy was concerned. Could it really be that he had finally noticed her as a woman instead of an annoying youngster? If so, it was really about time since she had been an adult for the last ten years of her life.

No, that couldn't be it. It must be something else entirely. Perhaps some new trick he decided to pull in order to torment her for what her friends had done to him. Injured pride was a difficult thing, and receiving a toy such as that was perhaps not the best way to placate her arrogant neighbour. Pure luck they didn't give him the Viagra instead. Then she would probably be hanging upside down from the wrong side of the nearest window.

She chuckled. There was really nothing to it. She must have imagined the whole hot-male-looking-for-mate-look of his. He had been angry and he had tried to gain the upper hand the only way he could think off.

If so, the man had a temper of dimensions that was for sure. And she found him rather cute to tell the truth. Since Jeff had entrusted him with keeping her safe he would never try doing her any real harm, she thought, so there was really nothing to worry about. 

But, boy was he hot! If only it had been for real instead of being a prank. She was still tingling and every thought of returning to sleep was unlikely. He had well and truly awakened every nerve in her body and most of them were screaming for another feel of his flesh against hers. This time preferably his naked flesh against hers. 

And that annoying male was probably very aware of the fact. Perhaps he had some hidden agenda of keeping her out of trouble by focusing her thoughts on him instead. What some men did to keep their promises, she would never understand. 

Yes, that was probably it. Nick had promised Jeff to keep her out of trouble and use whatever means he had available to fulfil his promise. She shouldn't read anything more into his actions than that. Now she only had to persuade her heated body of the same conclusion. Right now it felt like she was burning from the inside out. 

She wondered what would have happened if she really had taken him up on his offer of proving that his cock was better than the dildo. Hmm, the fantasy was probably better than the reality as she felt herself imaging him pleasuring every part of her body and drowning himself in her warmth, accompanied by her screams of pleasures. Good thought. Now where had she put that dildo again? 

***

Damn that woman, Nick thought as he sought the calm and quietness of his own apartment. She could really get on his nerves sometimes and this time he had really lost his temper with her. 

Stupid, really stupid. He didn't seem to be able to think as long as she was around. Usually he was a quiet and calm person, but around her he changed completely. It was almost frightening. He felt incredibly stupid. His cock was still hard as a rock. A usual state when she was around. The irritating woman. It was time to take a long run and find a woman to fuck, he decided. 

Preferably the one next door, but there were thousands of reasons why he should stay far away from her. She was Jeff's sister, for god's sake. And one never messed with the sister of a buddy. At least, he never did. In fact, he had always regarded her as an annoying little chit who tried to follow her older brother around and getting on his nerves. As far as he could remember he had never really thought about her as anything else than a spoiled little brat who held no interest at all for him. 

But, boy had that changed. For the last couple of years he had only met her occasionally, but that had been enough to create a gigantic crush on his end. The snotty little girl had turned into a beautiful and strong woman. A female who plagued his dreams with hot sex and a body made for lovemaking. A female who was now plaguing his every waken hour as well, ever since Jeff had asked him for a favour. 

He had been very careful not to let Jeff know about his feelings for Amy, but he had a clear suspicion that Jeff had known about it for a long time. Why else would he ask him to stay close to her? And Jeff had had such a strange gleam in his eyes when he asked him about it. It wasn't as if they hadn't any other family who could have done the same thing, including the fact that Amy was old enough and quite capable of taking care of herself. 




Temptation Ch. 02



My heartfelt thanks to editor Polopoly.

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It was strange yet so wonderful a feeling to reach an orgasm from the mere blending of fear and sexual arousal. My son and I were sitting so close together, scantily dressed and talking in whispers, when my husband's voice suddenly echoed in the four corners of the darkened house.

The sexual tension between us was so intense when we jumped off the love seat and stood in fear as my husband approached. The initial tingling sensation that slowly welled in my loins started to swell rapidly as he neared us until I exploded standing. It was a sensation that I never thought existed. The feeling was both ecstatic and delirious.

My son Albert took me by the shoulders when the peak of the orgasm made me too weak to remain standing. The "rescue" caused a head on collision of our erogenous zones. Almost at impact, my son's rock-hard tent pulsed together with my anal muscles through my thin robe thus intensifying the orgasm, littering tiny bits of punctures all over my sensitive body.

Albert used to feel sexual gratification from whatever remained of his mother's body heat through her unwashed clothing. It goes, therefore, that his gratification was more intense at that moment. For it were not just the traces of his mother's sexuality that pleasured him at that moment. It was the sexual object itself, his mother, her ass in rapid spasms while glued at his rock-hard penis through her sheer robe.

We were on cloud nine gripping with sensuality never before felt when my husband, his dad, started to grill me just a few feet from where we stood, our legs shaking in a blending of fear and pleasure.

"What the hell do you think you are doing down here at this goddamn time of the night, Christine? Why aren't you in bed?" he harshly asked.

I could only utter breathless gasps and panicky words as me and my son were putting forth whatever was left of our strength in trying to suppress the uncontrollable wiggling of our attached hypersensitive zones.

"Haahhh....I...can't...can't sleep ...I..."

"Why? What the hell is happening to you?"

I shook my head to mean "nothing." Words would not come out of my mouth for fear of stammering.

"For Christ sake, Christine! Just tell me what's going on."

"None...nothing..." I finally managed to utter with heavy breathing. He continued quizzing me on things I could not recall, as my body was at that moment entangled in sexual chaos with my son. I could only recall his stern order telling me to go to bed, "now and I mean now!" His order was in no uncertain terms. The words were harsh. Thanks heaven he couldn't see the synchronized and wonderfully felt spasms in my bottom, over my robe and under it.

My behind was still glued with my son's front when my husband turned his back to us. The young man was still hard and would not disengage from his mom's throbbing ass. When his dad suddenly looked over his shoulder I pulled off instantly. The break was so sudden that if only Mark looked back another time he would see the jerking of his son's steep tent in his boxers that just seconds earlier was twitching like crazy in his mother's robed crack.

Although Mark didn't ask Albert anything or anything about him that night it was easy to detect his suspicion. I was sure he didn't take the scene lightly. Mark was no moron. He was such a smart guy that a person's strange or unusual behavior would not escape his notice. Times were there when his jealousy made me uncomfortable. He was jealous of his own buddies, my son's buddies and virtually every male creature that happened to take a second look at me or at us.

Thank God he didn't drop by his study room or hell would have broken loose. I followed him upstairs but not before successfully retrieving my panties left lying under his desk. With my son's hardness so obvious in his tight shorts and my panties left lying on the floor, no right-thinking husband would think right anymore. 

The flirt with incest emboldened Albert to play "harmless" games with his mother, something he never did before. Whatever euphemism I'd use to describe them would all lead to the same thing. They were all but virtuous and moral. Albert, however, would stay within the bounds of propriety knowing my awareness to it. Did I say propriety? Oh my God, people sitting next to me in church would surely think I had a terrible command of the English language if they came to know of the "harmless" games my son and I were playing.

Albert and I hugged each other for whatever occasion we could make an excuse for, turning each hug into a tight embrace, invariably linking our bellies and thighs together longer than necessary. When a boner swelled between our bellies we went for it and enjoyed the sensation but not one of us would make mention of it or would poke fun at it. We used to part ways painfully suppressing the sexual sparks in our loins.

It would sound funny to hear me say that my son and I were playing harmless games within the bounds of propriety. The games were faultless, we kept insisting quietly to ourselves. Faultless? Then we didn't have the need to conceal the acts from anyone. But no, that was not to be. We both jumped off a love seat each time a car would roar up the driveway. Why else if not for the fear of getting caught sitting close together, flirting and sexually aroused. And to think that we had claimed, at least to ourselves, that we always were within the bounds of the so-called propriety. Wouldn't that sound funny?

*****

Albert always tested my moods first whenever he attempted to sit by my side. When he saw it clear in every front, he'd sit beside me or would take position to lay his head on my lap. Like any typical mom it was hard for me to tell him to get off me, let alone push him off my lap, a part of me that happened to be an erogenous zone. There really was no choice but to allow his head roll over my lap even if it risked the quickening of my sexual sensitivity.

Behind the sexual undertones of the "harmless" games we played was the annoying feeling of guilt that, like the proverbial sword of Damocles, kept hanging over our heads. One good thing that resulted, however, from that common feeling was the compliance to an unwritten rule, a directive that stopped us from crossing the danger line. It was a rule that neither one of us had imposed but to which we both complied with anyway. At least until fate went to follow its course.

I'd be lying if I'd say I did not enjoy the pretense. The charade quickened my sexuality and it seemed to offer a new lease to my womanhood. The games at times would drive me to my bedroom then come out weak, exhausted and disheveled, reeling from intense pleasure, the intensity of which could hardly be matched by marital sex.

*****

It was the moment of truth one Friday night. My husband usually came home on Fridays a little late, either for reasons of business or a night out for relaxation with buddies. My son and I were alone together at home that fateful night. After dinner, Albert in his casual tight shorts and shirt went to sit beside me while I watched a musical program on television. I wore a long, light-blue silk nightgown with thin shoulder straps and only my white panties underneath. I enjoyed watching the program as it featured the 60's trio, The Lettermen. I wasn't sure if the trio on screen were still the originals although the songs they rendered on television were the same songs I used to hear when I was in grade school.

"Can I join you, Mom?" Albert asked softly, almost touching my left ear.

"You can but you may not," I kidded.

"May I join you?"

"Do I have a choice?" I asked smirking at him.

He kissed my cheek before running to the bathroom. He came back with the wide sky-blue towel that I used to wrap around my torso after each shower. What on earth he wanted to do with it I didn't bother to ask. We watched the trio on TV and listened to the old songs that I was sure Albert did not appreciate. He just wanted to have an excuse to sit beside me and rub his leg with mine.

"The sounds are romantic, Mom."

"I never thought you knew the meaning of that word."

"Sure I do. I've read about Romeo and Juliet and all that stuff."

"Oww, come on. Those stuff are only for academics. They are not what I would have in mind with the mention of that word."

"Pitt and Jolie?"

"Not even that. I'd like to remember the real romantics as portrayed by that trio on the screen. Things like...red roses for a blue lady. But, oh well, those were the days. Today, a guy lays his girl in bed pronto. And they'd call it romance."

Laughing out loud, Albert spread the wide terry cloth on our laps to cover our lightly rubbing legs, mine crossed left over right. He explained that the night was getting a little cold. "Sure it is" I said, sarcastically though. The night was not really getting cold, that was the truth. A bit later, however, fleeting glances at the squirmy movements emanating from beneath the terry cloth made me see flashes of eroticism.

A story I once read in Literotica suddenly flashed into my mind. It was about a mother and son quietly masturbating together under a blanket covering their jerking laps while watching a soft porn movie, with living room lights off. Both came with neither of them wanting the other to know. 

I tried mightily to get my mind off it and listen instead to the melodious songs by the Lettermen on television. But the wicked thoughts about the story and how it drew its parallel with me and Albert just wouldn't get out of my mind, what with our grinding hips and legs under cover of cloth. Christ, just glancing at that uneasy piece of terrycloth covering our laps ignited sensuality, at least in my mind. And there I was talking of red roses for a blue lady. 

Out of nowhere the thought of my son's fetish, his enjoyment to the feel of any apparel that touched his mother's body suddenly invaded my already sex-wrapped mind. It added tiny pinches to my hardening nipples that were then already straining my nightgown, almost to the point of popping out of it. I could feel the drenching of my panties.

Albert put his right arm over my shoulder and played with my gown's thin strap. Soon, he was caressing my tickly bare shoulder causing my ass to squirm in the couch, stirring up more jerks beneath the terry cloth covering our lower bodies.

My usual attempt to stop him was to grab his fingers with mine and slide them away in very slow steps in a way not to offend him. For some reason, I failed to do it this time. Instead, I turned my face towards his with an expressive albeit pleading look hoping he'd understand. Yes, he did but remained defiant as he continued caressing my shoulder.

"Albert, I know you're just playing but your dad won't understand it. He is not like us. He is, his car will be pulling up in a minute."

"Don't worry, Mom. I mean no harm. I'm just fascinated and caught up by your being such a feminine mother, nothing more."

"I can understand that. But your dad won't. He may be barging in through that door any minute and we'll both be in deep trouble."

"For what?"

"Haven't you noticed his sarcasms and insinuations about us? Our physical closeness to each other does not escape his notice. You know how smart your old man is, don't you?"

"Yes I know he is smart, but we are much smarter," he smiled. "We won't get caught."

"My God, Albert, watch your choice of words," I said, trying to sound offended.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I...humm...I..."

"You're what?"

"Just...you know...kidding."

We turned speechless gazing into each other for a few seconds before both gazes dropped to each other's mouths. The gazes inexplicably lingered causing an ambiance that was mixed with passion and awkwardness to hang over us. My alert mind immediately sounded the alarm bells. Rightly so, but the sensuous part of me would not seem to muster the necessary interest to intently heed the warning.

"Your...your dad won't be happy... to see me with you this way."

"He won't see us."

Gazes shot back into each others eyes. Our voices were low and breathy, almost drowned by the melodious songs of the Lettermen from the TV set.

"That... doesn't make it right, does it?"

"Trust me, Mom. I'm just...just..."

"Just what?"

"Just trying...to be with you."

"Like this?"

"MMMMM...yeah...like this."

We both smiled clumsily after which our gazes alternated between each others eyes and mouths. A breathy silence followed. For a moment I thought of turning my face away from his. But then my face wouldn't comply. The tide of passion was too strong to go against. Where the red roses in my mind had gone, I really would not know to this day.

Albert's finger resumed the tiny touches on my shoulder causing a tingling shock that traversed to my nipples and pussy like there were electrical fibers interconnecting each one. A stunning standoff was ensuing between my strong mind and my weak defenseless body, each trying hard not to blink in the face of the sexual tension building up.

Our uneasy gazes firmly locked to each other's trembling lips, staring with bated breaths at the gap between two pouting mouths. My pussy was literally dripping.

The gap started to close slowly, so slowly, bit by bit. My heartbeat was rising at an alarming rate. What I called a standoff had turned into a duel, a clash of desires between a sensible mind and a sensuous body. My "strong" and sensible self fought valiantly but just couldn't force the sensuous part of me to stay away from the danger line.

Fate took over. My sensible mind blinked. Sensuality pushed aside whatever sensibility was left in the other part of me. The slowly thinning gap between two ravening mouths closed. The sodden lips of a mother and son collided in a kiss, a tender kiss that would soon inflame their bodies into hedonistic abandon.

As I uncrossed my thighs our hips unevenly wriggled and our legs involuntarily intertwined causing the wide terry cloth covering our laps to slide down and fall from our knees. 

The kiss was so sweet and gentle but wet with passion. My son and I tasted each other's lips, nibbled, chewed and licked them wet. I grabbed my boy's handsome face with both hands, caressed it, fondled it, feeling the sensuous touch of my own flesh and blood.

As my palms slid between our glued faces I pretended, just pretended, to cover from anyone's view the mated mouths of a mother and son, me make-believing that my hands could conceal the wicked locking of mouths from anyone watching over us, God included.

With my son's right palm now sensually caressing my shoulder, the kiss tightened as it turned juicier by the minute, fulfilling an intense sexual longing that both mother and son refused to accept through self-denials.

Our lips broke apart but remained close and lightly touching. The sound of heavy breathing was on the air. With half-closed eyes, I gazed at a thin string of saliva bridging our wet mouths, watching it as it collapsed into our chins.

We resumed the kissing, the gentleness of which had slowly eroded. The tender kiss was getting harder and deeper, slowly but deliberately in a mind-blowing crescendo until it muffled whatever moans would leak out of the seal.

With our mouths now locked so tightly together and with the sound of the Lettermen from the abandoned T.V. set singing, "The Seventh Dawn" the deepening kiss had turned us totally oblivious to anything and everything surrounding us. Fear had turned into daring. We no longer cared of a possible danger that could already be lurking in the shadows, threatening to end the lives of a mother and son committing a sin against God and man.

The music lingered on so did the steaming incestuous kiss. My caressing palms could sense the hallowing of my son's youthful cheeks as he sucked his mother's tongue into his throat, swallowing it like it was his last supper.

"...there is someone walking behind you... turn around (turn around)... look at me (look at me)..."

So went the song by The Lettermen on television. The lyrics were loud and clear for me to hear notwithstanding our passionate moment in another world. The words sounded sympathetic too as they seemed to warn us of an approaching danger.

My hands fell from between our glued faces as the kiss intensified. Albert was now kissing his mother hard, deep and ravenous, forcing my head to fall back. We kissed wildly, hands flying over heads and backs tightly, positioning for deeper kissing and tonguing.

With legs passionately intertwined, soles rubbed the other's calf as the kissing turned wild. My arms stretched up around his neck while his left hand reached down under my rumpled nightgown, feeling my thighs and ass, squeezing the cheeks and caressing the crack through my soaked panties.

We broke the wild kiss to catch our breaths from the throes of death just in time. I threw my head back to take as much oxygen as I could. My breathing was heavy, so heavy. My nightgown was totally disheveled, the thin straps of which had slid down my shoulders in the erotic scuffle.

My son, to my amazement, remained vigorous, forceful and energetic. As his left hand continued to caress my ass from under my rumpled gown, the young lover unabatedly carried on his flaming desire for his mother, licking and biting my ear followed by oral assaults all over my upper body, from my mouth and chin to my tilted neck down to my naked shoulders and nude back. The luscious mad kisses sent jolts and shivers all over my quivering body.

"Haaahhh....Haaalbert... Your dad...will...kill us...He is...he is...coming...please...stopppp...aaaahhh."

No, my son would not stop. He untwined our legs, took position, rubbed his hands up my thighs beneath my nightgown, or whatever was left of it, and tagged at my soaked panties. I raised my butt involuntarily till my panties slid down to mid-thighs. My waist was now the only covered part of my restless body. The mad kissing went unabated licking his way down to my stomach and navel before going up to concentrate on my exposed breast. He lapped at my nipples, nibbling and sucking them alternately while his fingers found and penetrated both my holes.

"Oh... my...Godddd!" I moaned and squealed in delight as I threw my arms at the back of my tilted head, clutching at my brown hair, arching my back to give my young lover more and easier access in pleasuring his mother who had equally turned mad if not more in the incestuous foreplay.

My lover's simultaneous attacks on my throbbing holes and hard nipples made my body shake and spasm in an incredibly powerful orgasm. My squirming butt rose from the love seat, fell back on its side, only to rise up again as if it had a mind of its own. I bit my lover's shoulder to suppress my scream of delight, a blissful scream that, if left unchecked, could scandalize us to death. I reached down to grab his rock-hard penis as I crossed the peak of pleasure trying hard to give back to him what he was giving me. I just couldn't concentrate in stroking his raging hardness because of the overpowering pleasure flooding my body.

I released his shoulder from my erotic bite, brought my slobbering mouth to his ear, nibbling it, biting it, breathing love sounds into it.

"Your dad...is...coming...Al...Albert...We..will die...aaaahhhh."

"Say you love me."

"I'm your...mother"

"Say it, Mom."

"I...love...you...uhhhhh"

"Whisper my name."

"Please stoppp..."

"Whisper my name."

"Al...Albert...it's too intense...please... stop..."

I was descending from the peak when my rising and falling butt hit the edge of the couch causing us to tumble down the carpeted floor. My son just wouldn't stop. He continued finger-fucking my clit and ass while his insatiable mouth renewed its attack on my nipples. I was on the carpet, bucking and twisting from the relentless sexual assaults. The attacks sent me to another blinding orgasm so powerful that I no longer cared if death followed it. I was in seventh heaven!




Temptation Ch. 02



*****

When I came down to earth, my now wicked body was totally limp. My usually prim and proper mind blacked out from the tremendous variety of sexual assaults from my own son. If my husband happened to barge in through the door that very moment I wouldn't muster enough strength to get up from the carpet let alone run for my life.

With the last of the aftershocks still shaking me, my son lay on the carpet next to me. Rolling over, I took position to return the favor. I kissed and licked his hard chest, sucked his nipples, fondled and stroked his bone-hard penis. He grabbed the back of my hair pushing my head harder into his chest while he squirmed on the floor trying to feel the pleasure coming from his mother's hand and mouth.

It was at that moment when my husband's car came roaring unmistakably as it pulled up the driveway. Needless to say we both jumped up from the floor, feeling the pain of an interrupted melody of sex and sensuality. My son helped my limp body walk to safety, me wobbling to nowhere, salvaging with my left hand whatever was left of my nightgown while pulling up my ravaged panties with my right. I was virtually running for my life.

I can't recall how my unsteady self managed to reach the safety of the bathroom before Mark unlocked the door from the outside. Neither would I know of Albert's fate at that moment. He was left behind after helping his mother waddle to safety. I would know later that he used the large towel to cover his raging hard-on from his father's view.

The scene could still have ended in violence even if my husband had seen nothing but my disheveled look, what with my son around me, his hardness tenting whatever covered it.

****

Mark was in a bad mood when I emerged from the bathroom in a fresh red terrycloth robe. He was quiet and unsmiling. I was too scared to start a conversation. Did he see bits and pieces at the love scene? I had no way of knowing unless he first talked. But he wouldn't and went to bed without a word. I was scared to death.

When my husband was snoring I thought of going down to clear every little piece of evidence that could have been left by the torrid love play at the living room.

Mark, although snoring doesn't sleep too deep. In one of our bedroom talks he had sternly expressed his resentment to my extra physical closeness with our son. The risk to get out of bed was therefore high but I decided to go down anyway if only to make sure that no bits of evidence were left at the love scene. 

I emerged from our bedroom in a fresh, over the knee length, pink, spaghetti-strapped night dress with white panties underneath. As I quietly and carefully closed the door from the outside, my son, sneaking from a dark corner of our adjacent rooms, pulled me by the arm and pinned me on a wall just a few feet away from our bedroom door. He was half-naked with only his shorts on. He tried to catch my mouth but I would not let him this time. I tried to push him away, whispering sincere pleading words to him.

"What are you doing? Your dad is here..."

"I need you, Mom. So much...I can't wait."

"For Christ sake...please stop..."

His burning mouth ravished my face, neck and shoulders murmuring love sounds as he did. I used my belly to push away his strong body while whispering pleading words into his ear, begging him for mercy, but it only gave his right hand a quick access to my ass. His hardness was raging and red-hot.

"No way can I stop now, Mom..."

"Are you crazy?" I managed to blurt out in soft breathy words.

"I need to have you now...I waited for so long"

"Not here! uuuuhh...."

"I'll have you wherever..."

"Oh my God! Nohhhh..."

He devoured me all over, his blazing kisses going down to my clothed belly, thighs, and ass.

I managed to slip away from the young man's sexual fury and rushed to the safety of his room. He followed quickly and locked the door behind him. After a minute of futile pleading and begging he was all over me, devouring every square inch of my body. He wouldn't care less if he devoured my body parts over my nightdress or under it. He just went on ravishing his mother, unabated as he inched me to the edge of his bed.

"Albert, not now. Not here," my pleading was real. I was never so scared.

"I can't wait for tomorrow. I need you now." His breathing was as heavy as mine.

"Let me go...he...is...awake."

We fell on his bed together, rolling and wrestling. Albert wanted to make love with me. I, on the other hand, wanted and really wanted to get away not out of disgust but out of an authentic fear of getting caught. My husband was just at the next room, possibly already listening to the grapples and the breathy whispers.

My night dress had become a total mess. My panties were torn apart and hanged on my knee. His shorts were off his waist, his rock-hard penis blazing with heat. We rolled on his bed as one body, westward then eastward then back to the west. Our genitals were rubbing and about to lock together. He was on top of me.

"Please don't...it's wrong...we can kiss...we can play...we can masturbate together...but we can't do this...we shouldn't...you have to stop," I pleaded so softly, breathing the words into his ear.

"I need you, Mom. I've been yearning for this for so long now. You're so desirable, so full of sex. You are made of sex."

Nothing could stop him. Not even the sincere pleads of his mother whose resistance stemmed only from fear.

The grinding of our bodies and the roughness of it made me so hot. My own sexual arousal was fast overcoming my fear until it finally made me stop resisting. His rock-hard penis slowly but firmly penetrated my wet pussy, going deeper and deeper until his belly rested on mine, confirming that I had taken all of him inside me.

We paused for a moment save for the short jerks and humps, just feeling the tight clinging of genitals of a mother and son, the most forbidden yet the most ecstatic of all couplings. We were like animals in the dark, copulating without inhibition, without regard for human and God's nature. My own son was breeding me.

Albert began to grunt as he pounded into his mother's womb. Yes, the same womb that gave birth to him 18 years back. My quivering ass reacted with equal vigor. It went rising and falling from the bed, meeting his thrusts with counter thrusts. The bed creaked, threatening to collapse as we copulated like two dogs in heat. We moaned and groaned into each other's ears for no one to hear, including God. The wickedness of our mating was overpowering.

The ferocity and violence of the sleazy act quickly brought us to simultaneous mind-shattering orgasms. Yes, my son and I came together. My ass squirmed uncontrollably in bed as I bit my son's shoulder blade as hard as I could in an attempt to suppress a scream that could cause our death in the hands of a jealous husband. He retaliated by inserting a finger into my ass hole then pounded his hard penis into my convulsing, clutching pussy, shooting his raging incestuous seed into his mother's cervix.

The lovemaking, if it can be called that, was animalistic, wild and untamed. Our bellies pounded and collided with such force that it was virtually impossible for the sounds of love not to penetrate the wall into the adjacent room. My sexually potent son was completely oblivious of it. He just carried on, pumping his life material into his mother, breeding me, impregnating me when, suddenly, I went stiff as a board. My whole body lifted off the bed, throwing us to our sides as another orgasm ripped through me turning every muscle of my body tight as a rope.

"Oohhhh...! Oohhhh..."

"My God, Mom, you are a sex goddess. I... adore you..."

"Aaahhhh...aaahhhhh..."

I was in absolute frenzy at that sexually intense moment as we continued pumping into each other non-stop. We locked mouths, slobbered into each other until the last of the remnants of the most powerful orgasms ever felt by any animal on earth had subsided.

After minutes of crossing the peak of pleasure, pumping, thrashing, twisting and jerking our connected bodies in the creaking bed our genitals disengaged. Our mouths, however, remained locked together until sounds of the bedroom door of the other room creaking open broke our mouths apart. The break was so sudden that it caused a loud high pitched sigh from me. Mixed saliva spilled over our chins as we darted our stares toward the locked door overhead our intertwined bodies.

"huuuhhh...?"

"Don't...move...Mom. The door...is locked."

"I...have to go...Uhhh..."

We were breathing heavily, both from fear and from the aftermath of a torrid love play. I jumped off my son's bed, salvaging whatever was left of my nightdress and rushed near the locked bedroom door putting one ear on it to listen to the direction of footsteps.

Mark was going down the stairs obviously looking for me. He wasn't calling my name. He wanted us caught in the act. I should know because he had been harboring suspicions long before this sin of incest was committed. When the upstairs floor was cleared of my husband, or at least when I thought it was so, I quietly and carefully unlocked my son's bedroom door and tip-toed to the next room. But not before me and my son shared a one last long passionate kiss for the night.

****

When Mark re-entered our bedroom, I was in the bathroom. I made the sounds of running water loud enough for him to hear. The aftershocks of the frenzied sexual intercourse in the other room still tingled my wicked body. As warm water splashed into me, I could feel the illicit but blissful mating of a mother and son minutes ago in the other room, the mad kissing, the pumping, the squirming and the flow of love mixed juices.

I touched myself thinking of the wickedness of it all. I masturbated with fury, imagining Albert joining me under the running water to make love anew with his mother, his "sex goddess," the woman he described as "made of sex." My furious fingers sent me to another orbit, making me come violently, knocking me down to my knees into the tub, shaking in sensual pleasure.

When I emerged out of the bathroom, Mark was sitting on the couch waiting for me with fiery eyes.

"Tell me what the fuck is going on, Christine?"

"What do you mean?"

"This is the second time in three hours that you came out of a bathroom after a shower. And the weather is not exactly hot. Now what's going on?"

"None...nothing...I just wanted to."

"Something is going on here, Christine..."

"Mark, please stop it. You are carried away by a jealousy, by a dirty imagination. That is what is going on."

"You don't think I'm that stupid to get jealous of a non-existing lover, do you?"

"Go to sleep," I retorted calmly.

His words were far from calm. His sarcasm was harsh. I know that he knew Albert and I had landed in bed. He just didn't see it. He couldn't express his suspicion openly because he could sense the awkwardness of saying it. I would learn later from Albert that his father knocked on his door that Friday night, looking for me minutes after we disengaged from a crazy and sleazy sexual intercourse.

I knew my husband's temper. He surely would have turned violent if he happened to sneak a peek and see his wife writhing in ecstasy while a boy, their son, filled and fulfilled her sexually, sending her to absolute frenzy in a way she had never been in 19 years of marriage.

That Mark harbored a suspicion of an incestuous relationship going on in his house was without doubt. But as fate would have it, luck too was in love with me. My husband failed by the skin of a tooth in his dire attempt to have us caught in the act.

Luck had averted what could have been a crime of passion, a crime that any sane husband would not think twice to commit against an unfaithful wife and her daring lover if caught in the act. It is a crime that society and even the courts of law have vindicated and will continue to vindicate.



Temptation Ch. 02



This is the second chapter of my first story. There is far more fiction here than in the first chapter. I want to thank everyone for the feedback so far. More is encouraged! Enjoy!

*

"Oh, hi Jack..." Sharon hesitated. She didn't want things to be awkward with her friend, but at the same time, they did sleep together last night. "No, I'm not busy. I was just doing some reading."

"Good. I wanted to talk to you about last night." he said.

"Great." she thought sarcastically. "Uh... what about it?" she finally answered him.

"I know we were both pretty drunk. I just wanted you to know I wasn't trying to take advantage of you."

"Is that so?" she asked. "By the way you were teasing me, it seemed like you were milking every second."

"Sorry. You know how I can get. I go on autopilot."

"Funny you say that. Normally, when I go on autopilot, things around me get worse. Not better." As soon as she finished typing the words, she realized she paid him a compliment.

"Haha. But anyway, I just wanted to clarify that I wasn't trying to fulfill an agenda. I wouldn't want to be the cause of ending you and your beloved boyfriend's relationship."

"He would have to find out about it in order for that to happen. And you know I'm not one to gossip."

"Haha. That's true." He laughed. "But if it's not any trouble, I wouldn't mind seeing you again. I'm mean... not like that. Just hang out for a few hours."

Sharon felt a chill run down her spine. She knew she shouldn't spend another hour with him, let alone another evening. But before she could answer him, he noted her hesitation.

"I promise, we won't... uh, you know. I'll be on my best behavior."

"I've heard that before." She retorted. "I'll agree on one condition."

"What's that?"

"No alcohol. I don't want to hear that drunk excuse again. From either of us. Deal?"

"Haha. Deal. You choose the venue this time."

She took a minute to think. Sharon wanted to make sure she picked a place that didn't serve alcohol. She didn't want to be susceptible. "How about Anne's? They have a great Cappuccino Swirl. I've been craving one lately."

"That sounds good. And it's near my place too!"

"Ugh. You can be so cheap. You'll walk 10 miles just to save a few bucks on gas."

"Damn right. Haha."

"When did you want to meet?"

"How about Thursday at 8? Amazingly, I have the entire weekend off, and I wouldn't mind starting early."

"Cool. See ya then."

"Awesome. Later."

Sharon hoped that things wouldn't escalate like last time. Then, she thought how Susan would take the news.

**********

"You're seeing him again? Don't you remember what happened last time?" Susan shouted.

"There's no need to get all red in the face! Geez. We're going to Anne's. Not a drop of alcohol in sight. So it shouldn't be a problem." Sharon tried reasoning with her. "Besides, he told me that what happened the other night was not intentional."

"And you actually believe him? He is manipulative! M-A-N..."

"I can spell Susan." she deadpanned. "Look, I understand you're looking out for me. And I greatly appreciate it. I really do. But do you want me to be cooped up in the house all day, everyday while David is at boot camp? I'd be bored out of my fucking mind. And it would only make me miss him more."

"You have a point. But with Jack? Jack??? Of all people?"

"Let me guess. You don't like him." Sharon retorted.

"It's not that I don't like him. I just don't like the situation you're in. This is dangerous territory. I don't want anyone getting hurt."

"Your concern is noted." She said blankly. "If you're really worried, you can come along."

"I'd be the third wheel. I wouldn't enjoy myself."

"Bring JT with you! It'll be like a double date... sort of."

"Jack is not your boyfriend. And JT isn't my boyfriend. We're just talking."

"Which is why I said 'sort of'. Come on. You can keep your worried eyes on me and we can go out together. It's something we haven't done in quite a while."

"Alright, you've convinced me. I'll ask JT if he wants to go. Anne's right?"

"Yeah. 8 o'clock on Thursday." Sharon confirmed. "So you have a few days to prepare."

"This is completely casual right? You know I hate dressing up."

"Wear whatever. It's not like the fashion police will be there."

"Shut up!" Susan pouted.

**********

Sharon was dressed in her favorite dark wash jeans along with her green halter top. To complete the look, her leopard print heels. She brought her black leather jacket in case it got cold. When she pulled up to Anne's at 7:50, she saw Susan getting out of her car.

"Hey hot stuff!" She joked. "I never realized how good green contrasts with your chocolate skin."

"Oh hush! I figured I'd wear this because I hadn't worn it in a while. Frankly, I'm surprised it still fits."

"Especially with those big knockers you've got."

"Bitch."

"Hey! Just another compliment." Susan giggled. JT came around to the other side of the car, lightly blushing at Susan's observation. "Oh! I'm so bad with that. JT you remember Sharon, right?"

"Uh, yeah." JT timidly shook hands with Sharon. "I must admit, that outfit is a head turner."

"See what I mean? Now you've got JT eyeing you!" Susan teased.

"Well, thank you JT. Susan, you hush. Now let's go inside. I've got a craving to satisfy."

"I hope you mean the coffee." Susan retorted.

"Of course that's what I meant... bitch!"

"Hey! Just teasing!" Susan looked ahead of them toward the door. "Oh look, I see Jack. Did you plan the leather jacket thing? Cuz I see he's wearing one too!"

Indeed, he was wearing his leather jacket. Sharon had fond memories of that jacket. In the movie theater, in the field by the lake, and in the coatroom of a friend's party...

"Yo Sharon!" Susan shouted.

"Wh-what?" She realized she'd been caught daydreaming. Susan and JT were already a few feet away.

"Are you coming?"

"Yeah. Of course."

**********

Even though Anne's was dry, there was still a dance floor and a DJ. As the four of them entered, Susan and JT headed for the dance floor as Sharon and Jack found a booth to sit. Although the lighting was dim, Jack could still see the beauty in next to him.

"Wow, look at you!" Jack whistled. "And how did you know I was going to wear my leather jacket?"

"I didn't. Susan teased me about that." She blushed. "You don't mind that they came along, do you?"

"Nah, not at all. But I am relieved she didn't come alone. Knowing her, she would be like a chaperone."

"Exactly. That's why I made sure she came with someone. Now, let me get that Cappuccino Swirl!"

As Sharon and Jack got their orders, Susan kept an eye on them from the floor.

"You have no idea how glad I am they don't serve alcohol here." Susan whispered into JT's ear. "Otherwise, we all wouldn't be here. I wouldn't allow it."

"Allow?" JT wondered. "You aren't her mother you know."

"But she is my best friend. I remember how bad of an influence Jack can be. I don't want her relationship with David to suffer because of it."

"You are amazing, you know that."

The compliment took Susan off guard. She rarely got recognition from the opposite sex, especially from the guys she admired. Even though they were a good distance apart, Sharon could see Susan was enjoying herself.

"Now that's a good sight to see. Not only is she having fun, but she's out of my hair for a little while." She laughed. When she turned back to look at Jack, he was staring at her green halter top. More likely, what was just underneath. "Hey now!"

Jack snapped out of his daze. "I'm sorry. I just don't remember seeing that top before. It definitely shows off your, um, assets."

Sharon blushed. "Maybe I shouldn't have worn this tonight."

"No, no! I'm sorry. It's just that I... uh..." Jack stumbled over his words. She noticed this, and knew that he rarely did such a thing. "I just couldn't help myself. The perils of being a guy, right?"

"Oh, you're horrible!" She laughed. Just then, her phone rang from within her purse. She looked down, but decided not to check who it was. She was having fun and didn't want to be interrupted. As she looked toward her purse, she noticed some activity in Jack's pants. "Is he getting a hard on from looking at me?" She wondered. Her body betraying her, she felt a subtle warmth between her legs. Pretending to be cold, she put her jacket back on, but Jack was no fool.

"Trying to hide, missy?" Jack said.

Sharon said nothing, and sipped on her third and final coffee for the night.

"Okay, play coy if you want. That only makes things more enjoyable for me." he teased.

She noticed Jack had that familiar tone in his voice. Slightly panicked, she thought, "What was that supposed to mean? He knows nothing is going to happen tonight. He promised..."

Then, as if an electric shock went through her, she gasped out loud. Jack had placed his hand on her jean-clad thigh. With the sudden touch, she could feel her nipples harden.

"A little jumpy, are we? Maybe you had too much coffee." He joked.

"Maybe you shouldn't have your wandering hands all over me!" She scolded.

"Touché. I do have a promise to uphold, don't I?"

"I'm glad you remember. I was begi..."

"But you know what?" He cut her off. "I know you wanted to go to a dry place, but I'm really craving some Nick's. Want to walk with me? It's right across the parking lot."

"I'm well aware of where it is." She deadpanned. "I really don't think that's a good idea. And what about Susan and JT? I don't want to leave them here."

"Did you drive them here?"

"Well, no, but I..."

"Then, there's nothing to worry about. You don't have to drink. Just come with me. I'm going and I don't want to go alone."

"Even though we're near your place, I don't want you drinking excessively."

"All the more reason why you should go with me. You would be able to keep track of how many I've had. And in the rare event I've had too much, you could help me walk home."

She sighed. His reasoning was valid, and she was sure he was going to Nick's whether she liked it or not. "I guess I don't have much of a choice, do I?"

Jack gave her that all-knowing look.

"Well, let me at least tell Susan where we're going." Sharon started toward the dance floor.

Jack quickly grabbed her by the wrist, stopping her forward progress. "You don't have to do that. Look at her. She's having lots of fun. Do you want to interrupt that?"

"Of course not, but..."

"Then let's go!"

**********

Sharon and Jack were seated at Nick's bar, and quickly Jack began drinking at a rate to blind 10 men.

"What the hell are you doing?" She shouted. "If you're going to drink like that, then I'm leaving right now."

"No, you aren't." Jack stated. "If you left now, you would worry about me all night. You would wonder whether I even made it home." He had that arrogant tone of voice. His words were slurred, but that tone was definitely there. This burned Sharon to the core, but as much as she hated it, she knew he was right.

"Damn you." She said. "But I'm not letting you get another drop. You've had enough. I'm walking you home."

As he paid his tab, Jack had that look in his eyes. A blind man could see he was up to something. Sharon couldn't help but to notice this.

**********

Once inside Jack's house, Sharon made sure he was on his bed with a trashcan nearby. She excused herself to the bathroom, and while there, she had some one-on-one time in the mirror. She pointed to her reflection and said, "You will not do it again. No. No. NO!"

She returned to Jack's room to check on her "patient." She was not expecting what awaited her. Jack was lying on his back, naked, completely red from the alcohol, and hard as a rock. His cock was pointing straight up toward the ceiling, and the head was an angry red, nearly purple.

"Jack! What the hell!"

"Don't shout Sharon." He pointed at his head. "I'm still recovering." He spoke with a feigned sickly voice.

"Bullshit! You're naked! And you're..."

"I was burning up, so I had to take everything off." He continued his act.

"Well, can you explain that?" Her voice turned into a condescending one.

"Explain what?" Jack was well aware of what she meant. Although he was drunk, he was more than coherent and very horny. He was trying to draw her in.

"That!" She was standing right over him, pointing toward his cock. A smile appeared on his face, knowing she was within reach. Jack quickly rose up from his bed, grabbed her and pressed her against the wall.

"No! Jack, no! You made a promise, remember?" Her pleas fell on deaf ears. He was locked in on pleasuring her tonight. He buried his face in between her tits while he attempted to undress her.

"Jack, don't!" Sharon shouted. She tried to push him away, but his strength outmatched hers. As Jack would soon find out, his brute force was turning her on. As much as she tried to stop him, he soon found her wet and warm slit and began toying with her. An evil grin appeared on his face, noting her arousal.

"Hmmm. Still playing coy, are we? Because you are flowing like a river." Jack teased.

Sharon tried to respond, but all that could escape her mouth were moans.

Jack laughed. "I know you love being controlled. You can't hide that from me."

Sharon was still fighting, mainly with herself, not to give in to his game. She thought, "No! No! I can't do this again. The first time was just an accident. I wouldn't purposely hurt David ever!"

"Still trying to think your way out of this?" Jack asked. "You are my little fuck toy. Mine! Do you hear me? Mine!"

Hearing this possessive banter pushed Sharon over the edge. Somehow, she found the strength to push Jack away from her. She found her purse and hurried out the door. She knew he wouldn't follow her outside naked. Soon, she got to her car and rushed home. Even though she didn't sleep with Jack, he definitely had his effect on her. Immediately after she made it home, she ran to her bedroom, disrobed as fast as she could, and fingered herself to one of the most incredible orgasms she's ever had. It was so powerful, she quickly fell asleep on top of the covers, with her hand between her legs.

**********

Sharon woke early the next morning to the sounds of her doorbell and hurried knocks at the front door. She put on her silk robe and went to the door. It was Susan.

"Oh my God, Sharon!" Susan gasped. "What the hell happened to you last night?"

Sharon hadn't even brushed her hair, so she looked like hell. "I'm sorry I left you guys there. Jack and I left spontaneously." she said softly.

"Well, where the hell did you guys go?" she interrupted.

"We went to Nick's." Sharon saw Susan's reaction but cut her off before she could respond. "Listen to me. I did not drink one ounce while we were there." Susan's facial expression softened. "Jack was insistent. He desperately wanted something to drink, and since it was nearby, we went over there. But when we went, he started drinking like a madman, so I walked him home."

"That was nice of you. But why didn't you come back afterwards?"

"I didn't want to leave him there in case he got sick. So I looked after him. But..."

"But... what?!" Susan asked impatiently.

"Well, when I went to the bathroom, everything was fine, but when I came out, well, things got a little crazy."

"Oh no, please don't tell me you did it again, did you?"

"NO! I didn't. Let me finish. When I came out, he was completely naked on his bed. And he was hard! I mean hard!"

"Did he try anything?"

"Of course. He wouldn't be Jack otherwise, right? Soon, he had me pinned against the wall, and I thought he would get his way again, y'know? But then, he said something that bothered me, and I got this adrenaline rush and pushed him off me. I got out of there as soon as I could and I came straight home."

"Wow. I would ask what he said, but I won't bother. Why didn't you call me after you got home?"

Sharon didn't dare tell her the excitement and self-pleasure she got over the whole ordeal. "Uh, I guess I was so tired over the whole thing I just went to sleep."

"Hence, the bed-head you've got goin' on. Haha."

"Um, yeah. I guess I should get straightened up, huh?"

"I just came by to find out what the hell happened. I must have called your phone about a dozen times. But now that I see you're alright, I've gotta head to work."

"Okay Sus, thanks for checking on me."

"No problem. Next time we go out, it'll be girls' night! Haha."

"Sounds fun. Drive carefully."

"Later."

Sharon closed the door with relief. She knew she should have told Susan last night where they were going. But things ended up okay. Sharon walked toward her room, passing a mirror on her way.

"Whoa! Wild Thing!" she said, referring to her hair. "Man, I need a long shower."

**********

Sharon stood in her shower, working up a good lather around her stomach and her breasts. She couldn't help but to think of what happened last night. Telling the story to Susan revived all the details in Sharon's mind. She began to get excited once again. She rubbed on her breasts and nipples ever so softly. Soon, Jack's words echoed in her mind.

I know you love being controlled. You can't hide that from me.

Sharon reached down for her now aching clit and gave it some attention. She began to moan. "Mmmm... Oh yes Jack."

You are my little fuck toy.

"Oh God yes! Fuck me Jack!" Sharon's fingers became a blur between her legs. Soon, this was too much for her. "Oh yes Jack. I'm cumming! Ohhh." Sharon could feel her pussy muscles contract inside her as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

**********

Sharon took her time getting dressed, when she realized she hadn't checked her phone yet. She reached for her purse and took out her phone. As expected, she saw several calls from Susan and one from an unknown number. She saw she also had three new voicemails. She called her voicemail, and it always went from newest to oldest.

Message 1

"Sharon! Where in hell are you? I called and left a message earlier. You better not be where I think you are!"

"Wow." Sharon said aloud. "She had me pegged. Haha."

Message 2

"Hey Sharon! It's Susan. Where did you guys go? You were just in the booth a few minutes ago! JT noticed that you guys disappeared so I figured I'd call and find out where you were. Give me a call when you get this. Bye."

Message 3

"Hi baby! It's me! I finally got phone privileges! So I'll be able to call you 3 days a week between 7pm and lights out. Unfortunately, we don't get personal phone lines, so I'll be calling from a different number each time. Which is probably why you didn't answer. I hope that I'll be able to catch up with you. I miss you baby! Bye!"

Sharon's hands went cold as she hung up the phone. It was David! That must have been when they were all at Anne's! She remembered hearing the phone ring, and not answering it because she was "having fun and didn't want to interrupt it."

"More like getting distracted by a hardening dick!" Sharon said out loud, chastising herself. "What would have happened if I had answered it?" she wondered. "Would I have fallen into Jack's trap so easily? Would Jack have tried anything at all?"

Just then, her phone rang, startling her. She didn't bother looking at the caller ID.

"Hello?"

"Uh, hey Sharon." The voice sounded as if they had just woken up. They spoke softly, almost to the point where Sharon didn't recognize the voice. "I just called to say I'm sorry."

Then she knew. It was Jack.

"Oh, hey Jack..."

"I'm really, really sorry about what happened. Okay? I am. Really. I didn't intend for all that to happen."

"You were drunk." she said flatly.

"I was an asshole. You know I don't treat women that way. I mean, not unless they want it that way. I pushed it. Like... really. I'm sorry."




Temptation Ch. 02



Sharon knew he was speaking from the heart. Jack was the type to manipulate things for his benefit, but nothing like last night. Not to that extent... ever. "I forgive you, Jack. I understand last night was a rarity for you. I know you aren't like that. You're a dominant one, but not to that degree."

"I'm so lucky that you are so understanding. And even though you accepted my apology, I want to make it up to you."

"No, that isn't necessary. Really."

"I have to. It will plague me otherwise."

"Alright, if it means that much to you. What do you suggest?"

"Well..."

"And before you even think it, we're not going to Nick's. Frankly, we should be far away from there, or anywhere that knows you and your repertoire."

"I agree. I should really control myself when it comes to alcohol."

"No shit." She said, sardonically.

"Haha. I was thinking more along the lines of The Beach."

"It's a bit cool for swimming, don't ya think?" Sharon questioned.

"No, I mean The Beach... the club."

"Oh. I'm not a fan of the large clubs. Too many people in one spot. Too many stupid drunks also. And just fake people everywhere. I don't like it."

"Hey, if anyone gets out of line, I'd be there to stand up for you."

"Sure." She thought to herself. "You and a gang of drunk guys fighting sounds real appealing."

"Hey, you're stalling." Jack stated. "Does this sound good?"

"To be honest, I'm on the fence. I really don't think we should be in an environment where things have the potential to get out of hand."

"Tell ya what. I'll give you some time to think it over. Just keep in mind I want to do this for you. Everything will be my treat."

"I'll give you a call tonight and let you know."

"Cool. Talk to ya soon."

"Bye."

Sharon hung up the phone and was very uneasy. She got in trouble once, and nearly fell into another trap last night. She knew she shouldn't even go near Jack again. But he was insistent on making up to her for his behavior. Sharon didn't know what to do. She thought about calling Susan to get her opinion, but she already knew. She could hear Susan's voice saying "Don't do it, Sharon! He is manipulative!" very clearly in her mind. But, she had all day to think it over.

**********

Approximately 8:30 that night, Sharon reached for her phone in her purse. Her hands slightly trembled as she dialed that familiar number. The phone rang three times, and then he answered, with the same voice that she had become so accustomed to.

"Hello?"

"Hey Jack, it's Sharon."

To be continued...



Temptation Ch. 02



For the next few hours John struggled to keep hold of reality. It was like he was running on autopilot. When John got back to his home he half expected his family to notice that he had been up to ‘no good’ but no one did. John finished his evening dinner in record time although he couldn’t have told you what he ate. As he sat down in front of the TV John’s phone vibrated in his pocket, he recognised the number instantly it was Mary. 

‘Hello John just thought you would be online by now. I’m rather upset with you’ she started. What had he done to upset her? Mary never called him on his phone, that wasn’t the deal they had he only ever called Mary when he knew he was alone. He asked her what he had done without hesitation. ‘I allowed you to come earlier but I was denied that joy. You could damage a girl like that. I’ve tried all day to stop thinking about you but its just getting me hornier than ever. Is there any chance I could see you tonight so you can satisfy me? I know it’s a long shot but you’ve made me so horny and I need to cum. I thought you would help me like I helped you earlier.’ 

‘I’m at home you better go Mary or she’ll notice!’ John whispered down the phone. Mary wasn’t going to be denied and told John to meet her on the corner of Albert Street by the phone box in half an hour and told him in no uncertain terms not to keep her waiting. With that Mary put the phone down abruptly. John was eager to both please Mary and be pleased but how would he excuse himself at this time of night? 

‘Are you sure there is no one else who can do it? Oh for pity’s sake Bill its easy I will be there shortly!’ John said loudly into his phone slamming it shut in mock disgust. ‘Damn it all, babe I am going to have to go back into work that idiot Bill’s lost an important file. There is no way around it. They need the file first thing in the morning or we loose a major account.’ 

Within ten minutes John was driving down Albert Street and there she was in the phone box sheltering from the heavy downpour. John lowered his window and called her and she made a mad dash to his passenger seat. ‘Thought for a minute you weren’t going to come, glad you did though!’ Mary said huskily learning over to kiss John on the lips. She slipped her hand down his legs to check his excitement, which was now growing by the second. 

‘Where can we go?’ John asked eagerly I don’t know this part of town that well.’ Mary explained their way to a car park nearby that was used by a local football team where she knew no one would be around at this time of night.

Mary gave John directions until they pulled into the car park and pulled up by the field. The car park was uneven and difficult to drive over. The spot nearer the pitch was slightly more level but it was pitch dark with only the distant glow of the streetlights over a mile away. Mary got out of the car, telling John to get into the back seat. He moved quickly into the back seat and watched Mary take her coat off and put it on the shelf at the back of the car. The rain was lashing down her hair sticking to her body loosing its volume quickly. Mary had a front fastening dress on and slowly removed it revealing that she was naked underneath. He could only just make her out in the dim light from the bulb inside the car. 

‘Come here! Let me reward you for earlier’ John said loudly to be heard through the downpour. Mary sat on the back seat of John’s car and put her back against the door. John moved forward and kissed her, Mary’s soft lips felt good against his. Her hands moved to the sides of his face as he moved his kisses further south to her neck as she offered it up to him. John’s lips moved further south and his hands moved upwards to cup her breasts and prepare them for his eager mouth. They felt so firm yet soft to the touch, the nipples were so responsive that they were now standing upright and his mouth found them in the darkness with ease. They felt so good that John moaned slightly as they entered his mouth. He had wanted to suck them since Mary had sent him a cheeky SMS message on her phone. They felt much better than John had anticipated. 

John carried on further down Mary’s body he could always return to her nipples later on. She moved her body down the seat so that John could access her vagina. It looked so wonderful finally in full view, trimmed to perfection. He had wanted to see it for so long and now it was right before him, tempting him and drawing him in. Without thinking John extended his hand and touched her soft mound. He could smell the excitement from her vagina and he so wanted to taste her. John slowly moved his hand around so that the fingers started probing the soft folds of the vagina entrance. He pushed them slowly inside Mary watching her face as she watched them disappear inside her. She was so wet that his fingers slid in easily. John moved them slowly in and out of her gently increasing the amount of fingers that he used. He had virtually his whole hand inside her his knuckles rubbing at her clit. Mary moaned as he did so. 

John took his hand out of her wet dark folds and as he did so Mary took his hand and took it to her lips. She licked at her juices that were virtually dripping from his hand. Mary took his fingers inside her mouth and sucked them longingly. She reminded John by doing so of the earlier moments when she had sucked his penis like that. Her mouth was firm but soft, a warm inviting place. Mary’s tongue swirled around his fingers sucking and licking every drop of her juice from them. 

John slowly pulled his hand from her mouth and looked at her vagina. He was envious that she had taken all her juices from his hands John needed to taste her. Mary’s vagina looked so good and he bent closer to smell her blowing gently on her hot and now very wet mound. John started licking at her soft folds John lapped up her sweet juices. He poked his tongue out rigidly and pushed his way inside her strong vaginal walls. Mary had not let a man close to her like this before and she had to admit that she was a fan. John kept squeezing her thighs with his strong muscular hands and his true skill was with that soft mouth of his. He would alternate between soft breaths onto her vaginal lips, kissing her lips letting his mouth envelop it and pull in away from her body to nuzzling right in close to her clit and flicking it rapidly with his tongue. Mary locked her legs around the back of his head pulling him inside her. 

Mary let her head fall backwards and a loud moan emerged from her ample frame. The profanities emptied from her mouth at an ever-increasing speed, letting him know full well that she was enjoying every second of this experience. Ever the demure lady in her normal day to day existence she had a lot of profanity during sex ranging from ‘fuck me’ to ‘fucking hell’ it was like the simple act of telling him what to do to her and how hard to do it set her free and this freedom brought about stronger orgasms than she could manage if she didn’t let go. John knew that whilst he wasn’t one for swearing if Mary swore she was getting very horny. 

Her orgasms were coming thick and fast now. Her breathing became shallow and she ran through his hair with her fingers pulling him further and further into her hot and wet pussy. Mary’s body started to shudder and shake before she went rather quiet. John knew she had come more than she was used to, he had drunk literally cups of her cum. John moved up her body and kissed her to let Mary taste her juices. She was obviously very tired but she leaned forward and kissed him eagerly taking in all the juice on his lips. ‘Thank you’ she whispered in John’s ear ‘I’ve been wanting that for a long time!’



Temptation Ch. 02



Fearne paused, though only for a second. He didn't say anything, didn't make a sound in fact until she inserted the key into the small lock that kept his device in place. As she turned the key he let out a strange sound, half way between a sigh and a whimper. It was endearing and clear indication of his conflicted state. He knew that being let out of the device normally meant that he would suffer in a different way, brought to the brink of orgasm but denied. Yet that was when Mistress removed the cage. Would Fearne simply imitate their domme or would she do something different. The anticipation and the inescapable feeling that even being without his cage around his sister-sub was forbidden added to his excitement. The moment Fearne slipped the cool steel from his flaccid cock it sprang to an erection. This wasn't unusual, being unable to get hard under normal circumstances meant that he often over-reacted once unrestricted. 

She laughed softly at the way he so instantly became aroused, though she could hardly blame him. She had only experienced chastity once, when she'd made a serious error in the household shortly after moving in. The week she had spent locked away had been torture. Even though she rarely masturbated and had her orgasms under strict control without the need for a device something about the metal pressing into her flesh and reminding her that she could not receive any stimulation had her taking her first trip into subspace. It had not been a pleasant or calming experience though and she pushed the memory of that time far from her mind. 

"I see you're a little excited Sanford." She cooed, cupping his heavy balls in one hand as she traced the line of his shaft with a finger. "Should we do something about that? What is it that Mistress does? She strokes you. Like this?" She began to move her hand up and down his hand with gentle pressure, twisting her hand as she approached the top and then smothering his head with her palm. "But wait, doesn't she normally use lube?" She stopped and moved away to the bedside table, checking the top drawer and smiling as she found a small bottle of strawberry-flavoured lubricant. "Ooh strawberries." She sounded like a little girl stumbling over a hidden plant of the fruit. "Tasty." The murmur was followed by a swift re-moistening of her lips. Moments later she returned to Sanford's side. 

Squeezing a large dollop of the lube into her hand and trailing a line up the poor boy's twitching cock she flashed him a cheeky grin. "Now I don't think I'm quite as good as Mistress at reading when you're about to spurt, so you better tell me when you are ready to come. I'll decide then if I'm going to let you or not." She thrilled at the power she now had over her brother and returned to her task with gusto. Stroking him with purpose she kept her pace steady, listening to his breathing become more laboured and the tiny whimpers, murmurs and moans that escaped his tightly pursed lips. She picked the pace up just a little, paying special attention to palming his head and increasing the time she spent there with every stroke. Soon she heard him gasp and groan something. "What was that Sanford? Are you close to coming?" Her tone was lightly mocking. It didn't carry the same cruel edge that Mistress always showed him. She had already decided that she was going to let him come, but not yet. 

"Y- Yy- Yes." He managed to pant. Nodding his head with a gleam of desperate hope in his eyes that was tempered with a deep sadness. He doubted that she would allow him an orgasm, and even if she did she would surely ruin it? Why would Fearne, even sweet and beautiful Fearne, allow him the release he had been so long denied. Perhaps she had been sent here by their Mistress as a way to temp him. If that were the case then he would show them both that his resolve to serve Her was absolute and that no matter what anyone did he could endure yet more time without achieving that blissful release he so craved. 

At his admission Fearne immediately released his cock and sat back on her knees with a smirk. "That's one." She counted the edge and knew that he would be wondering just how many he was in store for. The most she'd seen him endure in one session was seven, but he had been sobbing in great deep retches by the end of that night and their Mistress had actually allowed him to sleep without the cage. Though she had handcuffed his wrists and ankles to the bed so as to remove temptation for him to manually satisfy himself. Fearne honestly didn't know how many times she would edge him tonight, she might even let him come the next time - it would depend how desperate he looked and how she felt. Having completed the tease she knew exactly why her Mistress kept him so deliciously denied though. His whimpers and pants and the way he submitted so easily even to someone who was technically on a par with him rank-wise had her heart racing and her pussy more than a little dewy. The ache she felt inside her body led to her next move.

Placing a hand on his chest she pushed him back into the softness of the mattress, moving to straddle him and then inching up his body to his face. "Now I think I want to feel that magic tongue of yours boy." She instructed, placing her knees either side of his head and presenting her decorated sex to him for attention. It was not the first time he had been forced to eat her out, Mistress occasionally used him as a reward for when she had performed particularly well. His tongue was well trained and she always came hard when rewarded in such a fashion though it was never quite as satisfying as the orgasms her Mistress gave her with a toy, her fingers or that one blessed time Mistress had snaked her tongue into Fearne's hungry cunt. 

"If you do a good enough job I might just let you come after I have. Maybe." Her promise was far from the empty oaths that Mistress rained down on him when he was being a brat. Fearne would make good on her word, but only if he did an exceptional job. Her thoughts were clouded momentarily as he began his work, snaking his tongue out and heading straight for the ring through her clit, flicking at it and trying to push the tip of his soft pink appendage through the tiny hole. This action pushed the flat of his tongue against the base of her clit and she groaned in pleasure with the stimulation. Grinding into his face a little she began to pant as he moved down to suckle on her delicate labia. She was kept completely free of hair, as was he, and having completed her nightly ritual of waxing her pussy was extra-sensitive. He took full advantage and soon her stomach was rolling in an effort to contain her climax and prolong the pleasure he was giving her. "Oh god San, fuck that feels good!" She encouraged him throatily and slipped her hands into his short curls, gripping handfuls of the mousy-brown hair and smothering him with her dripping cunt. 

Less than a minute later a short piercing wail shot through the still night air as she rocketed through one climax and barrelled helplessly int another without pause. Sanford found himself having to tap on her thigh to indicate that he couldn't breathe and she rolled off his face and fell head first into the soft mattress, panting and moaning in ecstasy. It took several long moments for some semblance of her composure to return and she smiled at him with heavy-lidded eyes. Reaching out a hand to stroke his cheek she whispered that he had done very well and as soon as she was able to function again he would get his reward. 



Temptation Ch. 02



But maybe that was a big brother's protective instinct telling him to always keep an eye on a younger sister – no matter how old she were? And the fact that he was a cop could have something to do with him being Jeff's primary choice.

Anyway, it boiled down to two simple conclusions. One: he would have to stay close on her tail for the rest of the time he had promised, and two: he would have to control himself better from now on. No more rubbing against soft female flesh as he almost came in his trousers. Amy and her friends were probably not aware of how appropriate their present had been. He needed a woman and he needed her badly, but when he couldn't have the one he wanted... He would have to come up with another plan. In the mean time he needed a cold shower. A really cold one.

***

The rest of the Sunday, Amy spent cleaning her apartment from top to bottom, making herself tired enough to fall asleep standing up and with no thoughts about a certain neighbour across the hall. 

Zelma phoned her in the afternoon to inquire about Nick's reaction to the present.

"He didn't like it, then?"

"If so he's not admitting it. He dumped it in my apartment when he came round to complain earlier this morning."

"Poor darling," Zelma said patiently. "Such a hunk and such a lousy temper. What a loss."

"Well, I think he took it quite well, actually. He even volunteered to show me why a male penis is better than the dildos." 

"He did? How interesting. I assume you took him up on his offer straight away, and had so wild sex in the kitchen?"

"Uh...well, no." 

"Why not? A hot male is always better than a rubber toy, so what kept you back? Huh, I wouldn't resist such an offer for more than a few seconds." 

"For a start: He's my brother's best friend." 

"So what? He's also hot, available - and he wears a uniform. You know what they say about men in uniforms, don't you?"

"No, I don't know and I don't think I want to know either."

"Geesh, what a stamina you have there, Missy. You don't know what you're missing," Zelma declared knowingly.

"An annoying male in my bed?"

"You wouldn't think him annoying if he's as good as he looks. I suggest you try him out and see for yourself. I'm never wrong when it comes to men, you know. Any man that oozes sex like that neighbour of yours is bound to be a pleasant bed partner. Just mark my words."

"Yes, thank you for the wisdom, oh-great-Zelma," Amy said teasingly. "I will definitely remember to name you as my accomplice when I try to explain to the police why I assaulted my next door neighbour. We can even share a cell when I'm jailed for attempted rape, or what do you say?"

***

Long after talking to Zelma, Amy still had an annoying picture plastered on her brain of a naked male god resting on the bedpan, just waiting for her to jump him. Sure, right, she thought, and the moon was made of cheese. Better wipe that picture off your brain immediately, girl, she tried to tell herself. 

She was not – nor would ever be – interested in bedding Nick. Of all men, why should she choose someone she disliked that much. He annoyed her, teased her, tempted her...uh, no, scratch that last one, she thought while another unwanted picture of what his erect cock would look like came swirling in front of her eyes. 

Now, why did he have to bring up that idea about a man's cock being better than a dildo? It wasn't the sort of thing one would normally discuss with one's best friend's sister. Even though that sister was quite grown up. It really ruined her balance of mind to start thinking about Nick in such a different light. He was the brother-substitute, not a lover-candidate. Although she had to admit that the feeling of his hard cock against her stomach had felt too good to be true. 

No, she definitely needed to get her mind back to normal and Nick back in the category of boring-annoying-male, and she knew of no better way to do so but to have a large cleaning campaign. That should certainly take care of every unwanted fantasy.

***

A few hours later filled with a wild cleaning frenzy, Amy finally started attacking the dust covering the bookshelves. Armed with a cloth she climbed up on a chair to reach the upper shelves and attacked the dust with vigour. Suddenly the doorbell rang for the second time that day.

Who was ruining her Sunday this time, she wondered as she opened the door to Nick again. He seemed angry again and she was starting to believe this was his usual expression. Good. She preferred dealing with the brute at any time, especially after the Casanova-act had rattled her for so many hours now. 

She straightened her spine and mentally prepared herself not to give away any advantage she might have accomplished in her cleaning frenzy. Right now she was calm and collected, and nothing he could say would change that, she decided. If he wanted her to move her car again – she would simply hand him the keys and tell him to do the job himself. 

"Yes? What is your problem this time, Nick? Have you found any more sex toys mysteriously dumped into your mailbox or have I misplaced my car again?"

He ignored her and fired his own question. "Are you quite finished soon?" he asked glumly. "All that ruckus of yours is ruining the game." 

"What game?" she was quite puzzled by his abrupt change of subject. Even so, she had realised it was quite normal for him to be complaining about something. At least it had been a regular scenario in the time since he had moved in next door.  

"What game? The game of the year is being played on the TV right now and you've no idea? Typical female, I suppose, not to pay attention to the really important stuff in life."

"I don't care about a game."

"Well I do, so will you please stop making all that noise and settle down? Why don't you find some Oprah to look at perhaps, or some other typical female fluff?"

"I don't like female fluff," Amy answered angrily. 

"No? Then how do you explain the cleaning frenzy then? PMS? Or aren't you getting any sexual release for all that built up frustrations of yours?" he asked mockingly.

"None of your business, and I don't think Jeff would expect you to take care of my sexual problems as well."

"I would do what I deem necessary - especially if it allows me to watch the game in peace and quiet." 

"What? Are you willing to make such grand sacrifices? Ah, so that's why you had the nerve to present that ludicrous proposal this morning?"

"What was so ludicrous about that? I would rather consider it a tribute to the enlightenment of the people and would gladly offer the use of my cock in that aspect."

"I should have thought so. How self-sacrificing of you," she said icily.

"Well, have you considered my offer?"

"No, not at all," she answered so fast he would probably know she had already thought way too much about it. 

"Pity. I could use a decent blowjob."

"A blow job?"

"Yes, what did you think I was offering? You only needed to figure out the difference in texture, to learn why the dildos can never compare."

"Look, I have actually given a blowjob or two in my life, so I'm perfectly aware of the different textures. I thought you were going to prove how much better a man is in pleasing a woman?"

"That goes with the territory. You only have to ask, honey," he smiled at her. "But, right now I have a more pressing matter to attend to. But, at I'm free after 9 if you want a demonstration," he said before turning back to his own apartment.

"Hah. This is just your usual bluffing, isn't it?" Amy asked icily sending his backside an angry look. Immediately, he stopped in his tracks and turned slowly around, while she continued berating him. "You really have no intention of fulfilling what you promised, do you, Nick? It's exactly as I thought. A typical male and self-centred behaviour: Loud-mouthed and boasting, but when it comes to delivering...oh no,...," she let the rest of the sentence hang in the air between them. 

The tension was almost substantial and she could more feel than see his anger rising again, but this time it was accompanied by a heated gleam in his eyes that she didn't find the least comforting. He suddenly seemed capable of a lot more than simply being the brother-substitute and annoying fellow he had always seemed to be. 

Instead his face portrayed him as a perfect predator out to catch the largest prey around, and right now Amy felt as if she was that prey. She felt a sense of heightened awareness creep over her.

"You just try me and you'll soon discover whether I'm bluffing or not," he challenged her as he slowly and methodically roamed his eyes slowly from her bottom to top, only stopping when he came to her breasts. She took a deep breath and his eyes heated as he looked as her breasts moved to her heavy breathing and her nipples tightened before his stare. 

Finally he lifted his eyes to meet hers and his expression told her quite clearly he was not joking. He seemed capable of doing anything he thought necessary in order to achieve the goal he had set himself, and she shuddered to think what he meant to accomplish by staring her into submission. Probably to make her succumb to his command, she suddenly thought. He was up to fulfilling his promise and Amy felt a shiver start in her spine by the thought of what he could do to her. 

"Come to me at 9 o'clock - if you dare," he challenged her. Abruptly he turned away and walked resolutely into his apartment across the hall and closed the door behind him. 

Amy took a few more deep breaths before finally collecting herself enough to be able to retreat to her own apartment and safety. As she slammed the door behind her she felt as if she had just come face to face with an angry predator and barely escaped with her body and mind intact. Well, 'intact' was perhaps not the best word for it, as she shivered just thinking about their encounter. She exhaled slowly. 

Calm, she needed to calm down. To view the whole incident realistically. Why would Nick suddenly start paying attention to her? To have a sexual interest in a woman he had known for years – and never paid even the slightest interest in before? There must be something more to this than met the eye, but what? 



Temptation Ch. 03



As the time was coming closer to 9, Amy was still drifting nervously around her apartment, looking for new tasks she could indulge herself in. Anything that would allow her to stop thinking about Nick's suggestion.

If she dared? What sort of challenge was that? Meet him at 9 and let him strip down and show her his hardened cock and allow her to give him a blowjob or two? That hardly sounded like something an independent and grown up woman would do to a neighbour and least of all to her brother's best friend. No way.

Still, she could stay in her apartment, occupy herself with important tasks like talking to Stella on the phone, and watch a nice movie. And at the same time, she could work on convincing herself she was not acting like a coward but as a calm and collected woman that didn't give a damn about what he thought of her.

She groaned aloud. She was really tired of spending this much time thinking about Nick and what he thought and did not think about her. Damn the man, but he was really becoming a major annoyance in her life and she spent far too much time thinking about him. No, this had to stop. 

Resolutely, she grabbed a few romance novels and vowed to read them all before she fell asleep and dreamt of some real male heroes for a change. If that didn't help she would masturbate while fantasising about some hot-blooded male that had no resemblance whatsoever with her annoying neighbour.

***

As sleep finally overtook her the resolution was obviously long forgotten and her dream self was floating about having the most delicious sex with a man very similar to Nick. She struggled to keep away from him, away from his hardened flesh that was tempting her to ride him both fast and slow at the same time. But still she kept drifting back to the large male body that tempted her more than she could withstand. 

"Take me," she begged of him.

"With pleasure," the dream-Nick replied. His bad temper been replaced by a skilful and playful lover. He put her down on a soft bed and bent down between her spread legs and placed a kiss directly on her clit. She screamed in joy as he continued to lap on her hungry flesh and she spread her legs wider to accommodate him and take his tongue even further inside of her aching flesh. 

"Harder," she begged. "Take me harder." 

He obliged by tonguing her pussy even further than before, making her moist and prepared for his entrance. She arched her body and placed both her hands behind his head to keep him in position, preparing herself to orgasm with such intensity that she both anticipated and feared the outcome.

She felt her clit harden and blood poured into her pussy as she prepared for the final ascent into a free fall. She was so ready, so ready, she could almost taste the pleasure starting in her centre and moving outwards. Just a little bit more and she would fly...just a little bit more...

But as she prepared her body for that final stroke of his tongue against her pussy, she came awake in a flash. The sheets had gathered around her body and her pussy was aching with need as she awoke into a feeling of being robbed of something big and beautiful. Frustration was pouring through her and she felt like screaming in frustration.

"No," she gasped. "No, this can't be true," she groaned out loud. That damn man was now invading her sleep as well. "Damn him to hell," she cursed out loud, before she sank back onto the mattress. 

Her hands roaming to her aching clit, she placed her left hand on top of her clit and rubbed fiercefully several times, allowing herself the release she felt she had been robbed of in her sleep. "Mmph," she gasped as her entire body convulsed in several waves as the orgasm poured through her. 

As soon as it had arrived, the feeling of relief vanished and an unknown ache was still present. Her body was content for the time being, but the relief hadn't even come close to the anticipated one. She needed a man – and badly, she concluded. She just had to find someone else than that neighbour of hers and then she would gain some real satisfaction.

***

A couple of days later, Amy was sitting in her kitchen trying to write the next instalment in the erotic story she had begun writing. On the stove she could hear her dinner cooking slightly. Leftovers were a career woman's best friend, she thought vaguely as she concentrated on a passage she had some difficulty with.

He slid his hand along her thigh and gradually closed in on her wet cunt. A shiver went through her body as he finally hit the jack-pot and started rubbing her aching centre.

Yes, that could work out, she murmured to herself, but was slid the right word for it, she wondered? Wouldn't it be better if he started on top and moved downwards instead? It would be much more credible as men usually focused on breasts and moved from there. Yep, that was it, she concluded and bent down to start changing the passage she had just written.

At the same time she heard the fire alarm start yelling right above her.

"What the hell...?" she started and finally noticed the black smoke that was coming from the stove.

"Oh, no. Not again," she screamed as she ran toward her stove, grabbed a towel and tried to remove the burning pan from the stove. 

"Ouch!" she screeched as she got burned by the handle. The towel didn't help a thing. She looked around for something else to use on the fire. Water. She needed a bucket of water. She ran toward her bathroom, trying to locate the bucket she used for cleaning.

In the panic she barely registered the ruckus that had gathered outside of her apartment. Someone was pounding on her door, but she ignored it and instead concentrated on extinguishing the fire. 

"Open the door, Amy!" she heard Nick shout from outside her apartment. But he would have to wait his turn. First things first, and the source of that black smoke was her primary concern right now. The annoying jerk outside would have to wait in line. 

She grabbed the bucket and started to fill it with cold water. The fire alarm was still filling the air with its loud noise but she tried to ignore it and concentrate on solving the most pressing problem: extinguishing the fire.

Back inside her kitchen she hoisted the bucket as high as she could and threw the content over the burning pan. The stove was filled with water and the fire died down immediately while her stove answered with a few sounds of complaint that could only mean a short circuiting had just occurred. Great. She sighed. Just great. Now she would have to buy herself a new stove. That had really sounded like the last breath from her present stove.

At the same time she heard a loud bang behind her, and as she turned she noticed the door hanging in a strange angle and Nick came running toward her with a worried expression on his face.

"Are you all right?" he shouted at her through the thick smoke and the loud ringing. Never noticing her nod, he simply grabbed her and dragged her with him to the outside of her apartment. She noticed that the smoke had spread into the hallway and the other residents were wandering worriedly along the corridor, trying to figure out the extent of the damage and whether the entire building was burning beneath their feet.

"Are you all right?" Nick asked again, lower this time. Amy finally felt as if her hearing was returning to normal.

"Of course," she snarled at him. "I just had a little accident with my dinner, that's all."

"A little accident?" he almost screamed at her. His voice barely resembling his usual calm tone as he shook her violently and roamed his hands all over her. Obviously he had to be assured that she was okay. "And what do you call this then?" he asked and held up her hand. A small burn was visible on the back of her hand.

"A small burn mark," she answered truthfully.

"Why didn't you answer when I knocked on your door?" he continued. "I was worried sick about you, with the black smoke pouring out of your apartment." 

"Sorry," she said. "I was too busy extinguishing the fire. It was just a little dry-boiling, that's all." 

"Dry-boiling? Are you crazy, woman? Why didn't you just flee and leave the fire to the experts? Talk about a dim-witted female putting yourself in danger like that," he roared on as he shook her as if to awaken her and make her start thinking properly again.

At the same time the fire department arrived and Nick grabbed her aside and pointed into her apartment. "It's in there. I think she stopped it in time, but you'd better make sure."

"But what happened to my door? You slammed it down?" Amy snarled at Nick as she finally took in the sight of her ruined door.

"Yes, I had to. You weren't particularly forthcoming with information."

"And you call yourself a fucking Detective?" Why not investigate before you start acting like a he-man on the rescue? I managed quite well on my own," Amy said angrily. 

"He-man? He-man? Is that what you call saving your butt? I was just pure luck you didn't get badly hurt instead of just that small burn mark on your hand. Do you realise you could have died, woman?" he shouted at her. 

"The fire is out," one of the firemen pronounced. "She practically drowned both the fire and the entire kitchen as well." 

"Good. Thanks, guys," Nick said while steering Amy back inside her apartment. The firealarm had finally stopped and the firemen had opened a window, allowing the black smoke to evaporate and show the real extent of the damage that had occurred. Inside was a gigantic mess. The front door was barely hanging on one of its hinges and her kitchen was soaked in water. The stove looked the worst, and her pan had been fried beyond recognition. 

"Oh my god," she gasped as she took in the destruction of her cosy little kitchen. "This will take a few days to fix."

Nick had finally calmed down enough to stop the shouting. Now he was taking in the damages in her kitchen and concluded. "Try weeks. You need a new kitchen, it seems." 

"Damn, I really liked my old one. Maybe a good washing can make some improvement." 

"You'll need a new door, as well. And a stove."

"Yes, I know," Amy said depressingly. This was really not the best time for her kitchen to burn down. Her savings would hopefully cover the expenses but she had really planned on buying herself a new car for that money. Oh well, there wouldn't be a new car, but a new kitchen. That was easy to conclude.

"Well, you can't stay here. You'll need to air out the entire apartment and get yourself a new door. I can lend you a sofa for a few days, if you don't prefer sharing a bed, that is," Nick smirked at her.

"I prefer the sofa, thank you very much. You're having a bad conscience for ruining my door perhaps? Or perhaps it was on purpose? To induce me to accept your offer of sleeping in your apartment?"

"Now, listen here, you ignorant woman. You could have died from smoke inhalation and we both know it. It's just damn luck you got out of here with only a small bruise on your hand. I think some gratitude is definitely in order on your side," he snarled as he gave her an angry stare.

"All right, all right. I'm eternally grateful of you dodging every fire and obstacle to save my sorry ass. Now, was that better?"

"Only slightly. I'm sure you could have worked some more on the sincerity-part," he grumbled and went to open some more windows to clear the air inside. 

In silence they started cleaning up the water and burned metals on top of what used to be her stove.

"How did you manage to forget the pan for such a long time?" Nick suddenly asked.

"I...uh...well...I...," she stopped immediately as she finally realised her computer was visible to every person in the room. "Oh my god," she gasped as she ran toward it and looked at the screen. She gave a relieved sigh as she noticed her screen saver had started. Saved by the bells, she thought, and quickly turned off her computer before Nick could discover what she had been writing earlier.

Hopefully, the firemen hadn't noticed it either. It would be embarrassing if their report would contain something in the line of: Cause of fire: Writing pornographic novels while cocking. Even smoking on the bed was less embarrassing than that.

"What was that?" Nick asked as she tried to hide her computer.

"Uhm, just a project I was working on."

"A project, eh? Must be interesting since it caused this entire ruckus."

"Yes, well, it was just a slight mistake. No one got hurt and my kitchen will probably be quite as before when I get to clean it a bit."

"You really think so?" Nick only glared at her, obviously questioning her sanity or simply her eye sight.

***

For the next half hour they cleaned and tidied her messed up kitchen. Nick was all the time making complaints about careless and stupid females, and telling her she had to be more careful.

"Look Nick, you can stop complaining right now. I don't want to hear anything more about how terrible it is to baby-sit someone like me, and how I'm giving you grey hairs before your time and all that."

"Oh, but you are. If it weren't for a certain hellcat I promised to keep out of trouble, my life would be one easy existence, let me tell you."

"Yes, right." 

"It would. Especially now that I've a line of other problems on my hand I could easily do without fires and spoilt females."

"What problems? Do you have some trouble is your love life or something?" Nick just stared at her, refusing to take her bait. "No ladylove threatening to move into your messy bachelor life and start arranging your underwear by colour? Well, I thought not. Never pictured you having a love life, anyway. Only, just let me know if I can be of any assistance in scaring away unwanted females. I owe you for that door, remember?" she said ironically.

"Look, Missy. If you would only think about my welfare for a start, that would be a great improvement."

"Your welfare? What about it? Is your shoulder troubling you too much, Nick? You know, no one asked you to break down my door in the first place, so you won't get any sympathy for that one. Besides, I thought you policemen had extensive training in beating down doors, but what do I know about these things," Amy said innocently as she watched Nick's frowning face.

"No, my shoulder is fine. I'm more worried about my manhood."

"Your...uhm...what?" she almost swallowed her own tongue in surprise.

"Jeff will probably do something horrible to me once he learns his sister nearly died from smoke inhalation with me standing just a few meters away."

"Aha, and this is supposed to make me feel sorry for you? Forget it, Nick. I've already apologised for given you a fright, but I'm all right and I'm sure Jeff would never do anything horrendous to your person because of me. Especially not by cutting of a body part you will probably miss sometime. Now, where has that bucket gone to?" Amy asked as she looked around the room for the bucket she had filled with soapy water. 

"Believe me, he will," Nick replied glumly. "The question is only how he will punish me. I never thought babysitting you would be quite so difficult, to be frank."

"Huh, thanks a lot, Nick. Besides, I seem to recall that I put out the fire myself. You know, just before some obnoxious male Tarzan-wannabe came barging through the door and yelling from the top of his lungs. Maybe you should simply retire from this babysitting thing altogether. I think we'll both live longer then."

"Look, do you want to lend that sofa or not?" Nick said threateningly. "Right now I'm seriously considering withdrawing my offer and put you in a drunk cell or something."

"Gee, Nick, I wonder how anyone can resist that charm of yours," Amy chuckled as she cleaned some of the mess that had once been a part of her kitchen.

***

In the end Nick lent her his spare bedroom and not just the sofa in his living room. Amy gathered her most precious belongings before she dragged them across the hall and into Nick's apartment. He even cooked a decent dinner, she discovered later that evening. Definitely a domestic material if one was looking for that sort of man, she thought glumly. Which she wasn't, she reminded herself. 

The conversation floated easily and she learned a lot more about her brother's best friend, which music he liked, and his hobbies. He was actually quite nice once he put his mind to it and when he wasn't acting the arrogant brute, she thought. 

But, there was one major problem with living so closely together. His scent followed her everywhere and the bathroom was the biggest problem. She felt surrounded by his male cologne as well as surrounded by his presences after having lived so many years alone – only interrupted by the presence of a temporary boyfriend. So far, she preferred living alone and making her own decisions. 

This twosomeness felt crowded and there was some tension in the air that she couldn't quite put her hand on. But something was definitely there to torment her and trigger some unwanted thoughts about feeling safe and protected and somehow aroused? No, that couldn't be. 

It was probably just a result of the shock of having been exposed to a fire in her home. Of having survived something dangerous and now the relief of being alive presented itself. It sounded stupid, even to her ears, but it was the better solution all in all. 

The alternative was much worse. Of believing herself sexually aroused just by having Nick around; that his scent and presence would cause her cunt to moisten was almost ridiculous. Yep, that had to be it. Ridiculous, that's what it was.

Content with having come to terms with her own strange feelings, she grabbed her toothbrush and strode toward the bathroom. No matter what the tension was about, this was only a temporary arrangement. In a few days time she could move back to her own apartment again. 

Besides, it was much easier to move across the hall than to the other part of town and sleep on a sofa in Zelma's apartment, she thought as she barged into the bathroom and stopped thinking completely by the unexpected sight that met her eyes.

Bared in front of her eyes was more naked and bronze coloured skin than she had seen in ages. His well trained muscles was clearly portrayed in every movement he did and she swallowed a gulp as she followed the thin patch of brownish hair from his strong chest and further down across a stomach rippled with muscles and down until the sight was interrupted by the lining of his jeans. 

Oh my god, she thought, as she suddenly realised there had to be a god somewhere, and that she was definitely female. Anyone who could produce such a specimen to torment the earthly females was bound to be a female herself. Oh my god, she repeated while barely moving her lips, so shocked she could not even produce a sound to her words.

And all that had been hidden beneath those clothes of his all that time. No wonder he kept himself covered, or he would have a hard time fighting off salivating women. She roamed her eyes across every naked part of him, trying to plaster as much as possible into her memory and let it provide nourishment to her next hundred wet dreams.

"Whoa there," Nick said smilingly as he dried the water from his face with a towel. In the cramped bathroom, Amy just stared at his naked chest that was displayed just in front of her eyes, making her salivate just by the thought of all that male skin. 

Oops, she thought, as she mentally chastised herself for acting like a complete ninny. She raised her eyes but could not prevent them from taking in every detail from his muscular stomach, following every detail of his bronze coloured chest, up to his strong shoulders. 

"Oh my god," Amy declared without knowing she had finally said something. Her mouth was still open and she blurringly registered that Nick reached out a hand and lifted her chin, closing her mouth in the process.




Temptation Ch. 03



To readers who expect immediate sexual acts in the story, I really feel sorry to disappoint you. However, the invitation is still open for you to sum up an alternative reading that, in the words of some readers, is lifelike, the events of which can happen and could have happened to real people.

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It was easy to understand why my son, Albert, had such an ardent desire to bed me, his own mother, that Friday night. He defied even the threat of a possible crime of passion from a jealous husband who was none other than his father. His libido at that torrid moment was at its explosive point. My guess was that his dad's sudden arrival during our startling sexual foreplay at the living room earlier that evening had caused it. When he grabbed me by the arm as I quietly emerged out of our bedroom door he was gripped, to borrow his words, "by the most powerful of all sexual feelings." At that moment in time his desire to have his mother body and soul was inexorable.

When I was alone wondering and confused how it all started I thought of myself as the wicked one the mother who, by lack of inhibition, had inadvertently molded her son into a sexual Frankenstein, a monster that she the creator could not control. If only I hadn't played along with his "harmless" sexy games the temptation that hanged over the heads of every mother and son at one time or another in their lives could have been overcome or satiated by one time self-gratification stands. 

Nonetheless my son and I evaded inappropriate physical closeness with each other in the days that followed that Friday night. Not that our mutual sexual longing for each other had waned. It was just that we had to fulfill a common wish to defuse tension at home. I do not mean the sexual tension this time but the emotional tension that had gripped a formerly peaceful and quiet home. 

My husband Mark and I had never been the same since. We still sat to dinner together, slept on the same bed and carried on with life but no longer the kind of family life that it used to be. Coldness and indifference not to mention doubts, however hidden, continued to linger. Times were there when the chilliness was so biting that I had thought of spending the nights either at the spare room or at the living room. But because Mark's suspicion was on active state staying out of the bedroom during the nights even for a noble reason was, in his mind, a sneak to a lover's tryst. Of course he wouldn't directly accuse me of having trysts with my son because, as already mentioned, he recognized the obscenity of talking about it. He would use emotion and sarcasm to express it.

Even with that Mark's determination to have us caught in the act was pretty obvious. He came home unexpectedly several times during the day sneaking quietly into the house trying to catch his wife and son playing with fire or actually on fire in bed. If both Albert and I happened to be out of home, he'd take it like we were together somewhere, making love and fulfilling an incestuous passion. His sarcastic words and stares had more biting effects than a direct accusation. Not satisfied with his own spying mission he persuaded my father, a former business executive now living alone and awash with retirement money, to stay at home, in his words, "for a few weeks." Needless say he wanted more prying eyes to watch over us.

In fairness to Albert, his raging hormones notwithstanding, sex is not all what was in store in him for his mom. He really loved me as his mother not just as his "sex goddess." His heart would cry out for me each time he'd see me emotionally battered by his jealous father, saying comforting assurances like the day is not far off when he'd leave home and go on his own. The idea although inevitable is not really comforting to me to if I have to be honest. Not that I'd miss the thrill of erotic near-misses in the dark. Just like him sensuality is not all what is in store in me for him.

********

I took advantage of the sexual lull by carrying on with my Sunday devotion to the church trying hard to take back my prim and proper self. I had sincerely prayed to God that my son and I could put everything behind us, preserve my marriage and restore peace if not happiness at home. Albert, a perfect young gentleman that he was gave his cooperation although unsolicited.

Albert's concern for his mother's well-being had kept us physically apart in spite that no agreement was forged. Of course temptation was always there rearing its ugly head. Friction, however accidental, between our clothed but depraved bodies would automatically linger for long moments. The eye locks that would follow were thrilling yet nerve-racking. Thanks God my son and I would invariably resist with success the potent temptations at least during the days that immediately followed the onset of emotional tensions at home.

********

My father although clearly commissioned by my Mark to keep us company seemed oblivious of my husband's suspicions. Nowhere in our daily encounters had he insinuated about Mark telling him that something wrong was going on at home. It made me think that my husband merely planted him in the house to help squelch a "looming" incestuous encounter. If only they knew...

I called my father by his first name, Bryan. That was how he wanted it anyway. He was 65 yet he looked more like a Don Juan than a dirty old man. A six-footer, broad-shouldered and sporting a moustache, he was good-looking by the standards of his age. Like Albert he was also fond of touches that he'd imply as harmless. He'd take my hands during casual talks and kiss them or wrap his arm around my waist as he takes me to a walk in the yard to parrot the amorous adventures of his younger years. I was tempted to think that Albert got the "harmless" tricks from him. 

Bryan acted at home like a real Don Juan, the legendary womanizer as portrayed by the writers of the classical period. During our light moments he'd asked me to waltz with him or play the piano for him. He'd ask me to play for him the popular versions of music derived from the works of the great masters. He would applaud boisterously after playing for him the renditions. 

One late afternoon on a weekend when Mark was out golfing with buddies, Bryan was around as usual to keep us company. He played a Strauss waltz on the stereo, bowed before me like the typical gentleman of a bygone era then took me by the hands to waltz with him in dizzying circles around the floor, me in my green sundress. I was more on fast music dancing than waltzing and for that he forgave me for stepping on his toes more than once. After waltzing around the floor like royals in a ballroom dance, Bryan escorted me back to my seat but not before showering my face with kisses that he (and me too) played down as "harmless."

Watching in a corner quietly but with fiery eyes was my teen-aged son. He looked unmistakably jealous. Yes, he indeed was jealous of his grandfather, of all people. Who would not laugh at an 18-year old boy with raging hormones getting jealous of a possibly impotent 65-year old grandfather? Oh, it could be that he was just jealous of the extra attention I'd been giving his grandpa not of the possible sexual attraction of either or both. It did not surprise me when kid approached me as his grandpa excused himself for some chore.

"It seems you are carried away by the tricks of that old fool, Mom." 

"What? What did you say?" 

"He kisses your face. He pretends to dance but in truth he just wants to feel you. With his cheek on your's he deliberately pulls you to his chest with his long leg wedged between your thighs. And you seem to enjoy it."

"Albert, will you please behave? So what if he does? It is just fun. And I don't think it is any of your business if I'd want to play along with it."

"Mom, the old man is trying to seduce you. Don't tell me you don't feel it."

"Seduce me? Like what you did," smirking at him.

"What we did!"

"We are talking of a seduction, Albert. Your granddad is just trying to comfort your mother from the emotional stress she is into."

"A knight in shining armor comforts a married damsel in emotional distress. Come on, Mom. That is the oldest love trick in the world. I have read that stuff countless of times in my academic books. And I thought you hated romance in academic books?"

"Are you jealous?"

"Mom, it isn't that I'm jealous. I'm just trying to say that he... 

"Yes it is," quickly interrupting what he had to say.

"Well...yes it is," shrugging his shoulders in admission while trying to look away. 

With his admission of jealousy, we ended the tense-filled moment with me laughing out loud. Out of nowhere Bryan emerged saying, "seems you two are in a light moment."

"We always are, grandpa."

"Cool! Well, kid, I need to borrow your mom for a while if you don't mind."

"I do mind." 

Ignoring his grandson, Bryan took my left hand with his right, kissed the back of it then slowly pulled me away while putting my arm around his waist. Soon, his right arm was over my shoulder as he walked me away slowly, our hips and thighs rubbing every step of the way. As I looked over my right shoulder, my heart got stabbed by my son's dagger looks. My gaze couldn't help drop at his erection, piteously confined in his shorts. I tried to break away from the caresses of my father not out of repulsion but out of concern for my son's emotional beating. But before I could do it the older man's grip on my bare shoulder had tightened. I initially gave thought to Albert's suspicion but dismissed it anyway.

"I'll treat you for dinner tonight," Bryan suggested, "in a place where there is music and there are people," saying it as he looked down at my worried face at the same time gripping me tightly by the shoulder.

"What about Albert?"

"Oww come on. He is a big boy now. He won't starve here or wherever he'd be going."

"Not now."

"Come on, I know you're just worried about your big boy. I'll talk to him and tell him."

"No, Bryan, please not now." Before I could stop him he was with Albert telling him of his plans. As expected, hell broke loose. A heated argument ensued between the young man and his grandpa forcing me to step between them. 

"No! Mom is not going anywhere with you. Not until you pass over my dead body," 

"You act like a jealous lover, kid, not the courteous son that you should be."

"Yes, I am jealous but I do it for my dad. And I wouldn't be doing it if you are not touching my mother inappropriately."

"Do you think of it that way, kid? I thought young people today have more liberal minds than their prudish elders?"

"I may be liberal in many fucking ways but not to the inappropriate touches on my mother!"

"Albert! Stop it!" I had to scream to interrupt him.

I dragged my fuming son away from the older man into his room to cool him down. I locked the door behind us with the thought of preventing my father to barge in through it in an attempt to put honor to his injured ego. Because I could sense him listening outside the locked door, I pretended to scold my son on his rudeness and lack of respect for his grandfather. 

I could clearly see that Albert's jealousy had turned him on sexually. Stealing glances at his erection I could notice its rage. It was as if it wanted to break-out from its confines. I was half-heartedly reminding him of his improper behavior towards his grandfather when I noticed something on his bed. I came closer and confirmed it was my ankle-length soft-blue silk robe I slipped out from hours earlier.

"What is this thing doing here, Albert?" I asked as I touched the gown from the bed.

"I can explain that, Mom. I resist powerful urges to be near you because it hurts to see you emotionally torn to shreds by Dad's jealousy." 

"Well, thank you for your concern. But you haven't answered my question."

"I see Grandpa touching you. He kisses your hands and face each time he is near you. He rubs his body against yours in a mock dance. You may not understand it, Mom, but seeing you in that light affects my sexuality. I get off each time because my imagination propels things way beyond. My mind flashes images of you and grandpa in bed, bucking and thrashing wildly until your connected bodies explode beyond description." 

"My God!"

"My imagination or suspicion, whichever is right, makes me jerk off. And for that I always long to use either your dirty panties or night dress or both to feel you, to smell you while my mind continue to flash the images of your contorted face, the sensuous arching of your back and the lifting of your ass off the bed repeatedly to receive as much of grandpa's impaling tool as you possibly could. 

"Jesus Christ!" I can't believe... you are imagining things that way."

"I do not imagine them. The images force their way into my mind each time I see you and grandpa play around."

"We are not playing around," my voice was cracking.

"How do you think I could last seeing the flashes of images of you and grandpa jerking your connected bodies up in mid-air for a long moment then fall back to bed in a tangle of limbs like fastened rag dolls falling from the ceiling?"

"Stop it!" I threw my palms over my ears pretending not to want anything more to hear.

"You just don't realize how it disturbs me and how it destroys my sexuality. But don't get me wrong, Mom. I don't like it to happen for real. The images force their way into my mind and that's it. My jealousy destroys me."

I couldn't grasp for any more words. His revelation made me speechless and, worse, made me so weak. I had to hold on to the back of a chair fronting his computer desk. After a long moment of silence my son was behind me, draping the long robe around my back, the same soft-blue silk robe he confessed he jerked off with. 

"Put back the traces of your body on this gown, Mom. Put back the same heat and fragrance that I have taken away from it. Slip into it."

The ritual he wanted to play to sensationalize his fetish sounded too silly for me to play along with. Yet, as if hypnotized, I did what I was told and more. With my back still to him, I slid off my shoulders the green sundress from under the thin robe draped around me, letting it drop to the floor then stepped out of it. From behind, my son helped me slip my arms into the silk robe with only my panties on. The touch of the cloth was erotic. Unconsciously, I pulled it tightly around my almost naked body to rub and feel the love traces that my potent, Adonis-like son had planted on it.

Albert meanwhile continued to dramatize his fetish. He took my fallen sundress from the floor, covered his face with it and inhaled from it. I stood watching, speechless and virtually breathless. 

Soon, me and my son were into each other's arms kissing wildly, hands flying over heads, backs, asses and thighs. The ruffled sundress trapped between our bodies went down with us as we fell on our knees with mouths, tongues and bodies passionately entwined. 

Kissing, nibbling and biting we did until our lungs cried out for attention. We broke the steaming kiss to catch our breaths, gazed into each other then kissed again, torridly, as wildly and as untamed as ever causing us to fall on the floor, he on top of me. He bathed my face with burning kisses, nibbled my earlobe and nipped the side of my neck. His hands and body feasted with his fetish - the touch of his mother's robe - this time with me in it.

Our mouths and tongues were dueling in reckless abandon when, suddenly, loud knocks at the locked door came blasting in with the sound of Bryan's voice booming. 

"Is everything all right in there?"

It took me several seconds to rip off my mouth from my son's causing a high pitched gasp to blare out quite loudly. 

"...Aaaaahhhhhh..."

More knocks at the door came before I could utter the breathless words.

"Yes...aahhhh... it's all right...Bryan... " 

I had the feeling that my father was as smart as his son, Mark, in recognizing unusual behavior let alone, unusual sounds - love sounds, to be exact. Yet his presence outside the locked door did not extinguish the wildfire of passion that was ignited between me and my son. We carried on with the mad kissing, exploring each other's sensitive parts as we went spinning on the floor, tumbling small pieces of furniture.

"Open the door, Christine," thundered Bryan's voice after several jolting knocks, again interrupting the frenzied kissing. 

"I'll...take care...of this problem, Bryan."

"Just open the door." 

"Jesus...aahhhh...I have to talk... to him," breathing into my son's ear while on top of him.

"Ignore him, Mom, or I'll take it that you care for him," tightening his grip on me while showering my neck with hot kisses.

"Don't... be crazy... we wouldn't, aahhhh, go this far if, aahhhh..." He suppressed my breathy words by putting my mouth on his. I kissed back, hard and intense causing my shoulder-length brown hair to fall and eclipse our glued faces from the view of anyone sneaking a peek if there was one. More knocks at the door came blasting to jolt us. The kiss broke once more but our faces remained covered with hair as our wet mouths remained close and lightly touching.

"Please honey...aahhhh...let me shoo him away...aahhhh. I'll come back to you... I promise," nibbling his lips as I exhaled into his mouth. We kissed, broke up then kissed again under cover of hair before the next jolting knocks came.

Frustrating as it was we jumped off the carpet and rushed to the locked door. Blaring angry words from the inside, I told my father to leave us alone.

"This is...ahhhhh...our problem, Bryan. It is not... ahhhhh...any of your business to interfere. It is me who has to discipline my son not...ahhhhh...anyone else."

"Just want to see if everything's okay."

"Everything's...all right... "

Albert took my waist from behind, kissing my neck and robed shoulders. His ravishing mouth and face caused my ruffled robe to slide down my shoulders, exposing my back to his oral attacks. I could hardly suppress a gasp when I threw my head back in response. My son slowly pulled me away from the door, without breaking the mad kisses. His hands groped all over my front, over and under my messy robe. I fell into the bed face down with my son on my back, his hands smashing at my tits. His stiff tent humped wildly at my panty-covered ass, no different from a dog humping his bitch in heat. Before I could warn him of his grandfather's presence outside the locked door, he had stepped out of his shorts and boxers, had raised the love-battered robe up my waist and had slid my damp panties down to my ankles to step out from. Soon, my son was penetrating me from behind.

Spreading my arms into the bed I grabbed a pillow and buried my face into it. His invading rock-hard penis, meanwhile, easily penetrated my well-lubricated pussy. He grabbed the other pillow, placed it between my belly and the edge of the bed before madly intensifying his thrusts. 

Locked into a savage, rhythmic coupling my son and I copulated like animals, oblivious to everything except to the intense passion burning inside our thrashing bodies. The more I squirmed and bucked under him, the harder he pounded into my pussy from behind, returning my wild abandon with equal if not more powerful thrusts.

He sucked and bit the sides of my neck and shoulders as his pounding went crazy and unceasing, rubbing my clit to seventh heaven. The madness and the wickedness of it all sent me into a mind-shattering orgasm, blinding whatever was left of my usually alert senses. It was a helpless orgasm, me crying and squealing on the pillow and hands grasping at the sheet like I was clinging on to dear life. At that instant of time I would have sold my soul to the devil if only to have the carnal act continue!




Temptation Ch. 03



Mary sat at the motorway services drinking her tepid coffee. She had received a text from John about two hours ago asking her to meet him. She had showered and put on her favourite perfume. Mary put on her silky pink panties and the matching lacy bra, her nipples protruded into the lace. She put on her ankle black heeled boots Mary loved the sensation of zipping up the tight leather around her ankles and stroked the leather with her hands. 

Mary loved touching leather, her previous lover had worn leather trousers and a long leather coat whenever he wanted to turn Mary on and it used to work a treat. John had told Mary to dress casual so she wore her long red skirt and her black shirt that she knew he liked.

He was late. Mary hated that in a man when they arranged to meet she wanted him to be punctual. She was so turned on right now she knew her panties would be getting wetter by the moment and if John didn't turn up soon she would have to remove them and go commando. Mary checked her watch he was now 15 minutes late if he didn't arrive soon it might be called off. Mary would give him another 15 minutes then if he wasn't there she would go pleasure herself in the car reluctantly. 

5 minutes later her phone went off it was John 'Hey huni been watching you sitting there in the window come out and get in my car!' Mary smiled he had been watching her frowning and getting all hot and bothered, he was probably sitting there all excited and this made her excitement grow. She started pulsing between her legs and Mary walked out of the services and scanned the car park for John's car.

As she stood by the entrance John drove over to pick her up. 'Leave your car I'll drop you back in a bit' John said as he lowered the passenger side window. Mary got into the passenger side seat and John told her to put her seatbelt on. She complied with his instructions and they drove off. 

'Put this on' he said as he handed her a blindfold 'and I want no arguing. I'm going to take care of things today. You know you can trust me now so we are going to see how much you do. For today I want you to call me Master.' This excited Mary she had always been in control and she had told John a while ago that she wanted to loose control even once would be a dream come true. 

Excitedly she put on her blindfold, everything became black and Mary found it difficult to relax but all she could do was think of what John had planned for her and she sensed herself getting wetter and wetter between her legs.

They drove for a while until Mary sensed they had left the road as the car lurched upwards and downwards as if they were driving over uneven ground. John stopped the car and turned the engine off. 'Stay there!' John said and he left the car shutting his door. Mary sat rigid in her seat her bosom straining against the restraint of the seatbelt. John opened her door and reached across her to undo her seatbelt she could feel him breathing on her, Mary could tell from his heavy breaths that he was already quite excited. 

John hesitated and ran his hand up her leg from her foot under her skirt and touched her panties as he leaned forward and kissed her soft lips. 'You are so wet already you naughty thing might have to punish you for this don't want you getting too much joy today you are here to work Mary.' With that he took her hands and put a hand on her head to help her out of his car.

John took her hand and led her down a path. He explained where they were a little wooded area, as he wanted to have a bit more room than in a car. John also explained that she would have to be quiet as there were lots of people milling around in the woods and if she didn't want to be seen she would have to be quiet. If they were seen they would be moved on or arrested so there was an added incentive to be quiet. 

Mary loved to make a lot of noise when having sex this was going to be torture. He saw from her facial expression that she was nervous so John whispered 'don't worry you'll be fine if you want to stop just say aubergine and I'll stop I promise.'

They soon stopped walking and John cupped Mary's face and kissed her lips putting his hands around her waist and pulling her towards him so she could feel his already obvious excitement pressing into her. John moved away from her and instructed her to hold her arms out in front of her. 'Yes master!' Mary said as she reached her arms forward. John put his hands around her wrists and Mary realised that he was tying her hands together with something rough. 

John explained that he was using rope to tie her and that he was going to throw it over a branch so that her arms would be above her head. He questioned her if she remembered the stop word. Mary nodded 'Yes master its aubergine.'

John pulled on the rope and her arms raised gently. He advised her that should she need it there was a low branch that she could rest on if her arms became tired. John then started unbuttoning her black shirt exposing her. He moved closer to her and removed her panties and Mary could hear him smelling them and telling her he would pocket them as a trophy. He then hitched her skirt up and tucked it into the waistband of her skirt. 

John cupped her breasts out of their lacy cups and she felt so exposed. 'You look divine. It's a shame only I will see this. I should have brought my camera and then could have published them on the Internet. Maybe if I spot someone walking by I'll ask them to stop and look at you and if you are very naughty I will ask them to join in!' surely he wouldn't do that. 

Mary would die if someone else could see her right now but she was strangely excited at the thought of someone, a stranger watching her right now or even for that matter touching her or fucking her. 'Oh I can see that you like that don't you? You dirty little slut!'

'Yes master I....I.....I do like the thought of that' she stumbled out of her mouth. John slowly moved closer to her. She could feel his breathe on her chest. He extended his tongue out and was flicking her nipples. After a short time his mouth moved and covered her right nipple sucking on it gently at first but growing in intensity. He moved his hand to her left nipple and pinched it as hard as he could. Mary gasped and when John asked her if she wanted him to stop Mary said 'no master I like it'. 

John then went on his knees and breathed gently on her pussy. He kissed her up her thighs and inserted his long fingers inside her first two then three then four. She was so wet that his fingers slid in easily. John expertly moved his fingers around her clit and as it grew larger and larger he from time to time would pinch it tightly in his fingers until it would slip out because of the amount of juices flowing around it. 

Soon John was licking and kissing her pussy lips. His tongue stiff entered through her wet folds as they had done numerous times before. 

Mary wanted to relax and enjoy it but she couldn't help thinking that someone might be watching her in such a compromising position. She could feel the start of an orgasm buzzing away deep inside her but she also knew that she couldn't relax enough to let it grow into a full blown orgasm. John sensed this and stopped licking and teasing her vagina. He told her he was going to loosen the ropes somewhat. 

It felt good for her hands to not be above her head and John moved Mary to a low branch and told her to lean and be supported by it. He then tied the rope around the branch so that no matter how hard Mary tried she could not longer stand up. Then she heard some whispering behind her as she leaned on the branch. She could distinctly make out John's voice but whom was he talking to with her in such a position? 

Oh my God surely he wouldn't would he? Had John arranged to meet someone here and for them, a complete stranger to fuck her? Mary started struggling at her restraints. They had been tied very securely and she couldn't budge them. What was that word? God she couldn't remember. Mary didn't want anyone else to touch her.

Suddenly she could sense someone behind her. They lifted her skirt and roughly threw it up her back revealing her bare buttocks. Mary strained at her restraints how could she be sure that this was John touching her? Damn she couldn't see and she couldn't remember the word to stop. 'Stop stop please stop' she started. 

'John is that you?' no sound was heard from the person behind her. Whoever it was grasped her buttocks and moulded them tightly. Whoever it was they were mighty strong. 

Mary felt someone kick open her legs so that she was standing with her legs quite wide apart. 'Stop please stop I can't remember the word John please stop.' With that the man moved away from her.

'Do you really want to stop? Don't you trust me? This is all planned for your excitement. I can stop if you want but you'll regret it if it does.' John could be heard saying. He reminded her that the word was aubergine. Johne then told her to just say the word if she wanted him to stop and they would stop and go back to the car. 

Mary thought about it she had talked about doing exactly this for a long time and John had always been so good to her. She had said that she trusted him so she decided to carry on. Mary shook her head gently. 'Good girl' Mary could hear John say happily.

The man returned behind her and she felt him slap her arse harshly. Mary let out a sharp yelp. He then rubbed her arse with the flat of his hand soothing the sensation before slapping her again on the other cheek. The stinging sensation was arousing in a way Mary had not expected. When he did it a third time Mary found herself saying 'thank you master' which she continued to do for the further four slaps. She clenched for the next slap but it never came.

Instead she felt a hard cock pushing inside her vagina. It was so sudden that she felt violated but she was so wet at this point that she needed to be fucked hard. Mary no longer cared if it were John or not or if anyone was watching she just needed to be fucked. Whoever this was penetrating her he was good and Mary started to enjoy it. 

Mary's inhibitions were gone and John could have lined up a group of big dirty men to fuck her one after another and she would let them. She just hoped that they all had cocks as big as the one in her at the moment. The more Mary relaxed the bigger the orgasm was that was growing inside her. The thought of people watching her being fucked like this was now turning her on and on. Wave after wave of orgasm was flowing through her now. His balls slapped against her pussy and Mary started swearing and cursing. 

Each time she swore the guy would spank her and the sting would travel through and add to the orgasm. Mary hadn't come this much in years and she loved every moment. Suddenly the cock was pulled out of her vagina and she felt a warm spurt of cum on her back. He smoothed it into her skin. Before she knew it she could feel a tongue on her arse cheeks. Hands were now parting her arse and she could feel a tongue licking at her tight hole. Was this the same guy or had it now returned to John? 

It was an interesting sensation no one had ever done something like this to her before. Mary wanted more. He put his hand through her legs and rubbed her throbbing vagina momentarily before returned to her arse. He put a finger slowly inside her probing her virgin arse. He rotated his finger in a circular motion inside her very tight hole. Mary's body was tired but another orgasm came very quickly and her muscles clamped around his finger until she could take no more. Reluctantly she said 'aubergine' and the finger was withdrawn slowly.

Her skirt was lowered down over her arse and the ropes were loosened from her wrists. 'Good girl, you've been such a good girl today'. She could hear John say, as he must have been the one untying her. There was some more whispering and then John was standing next to Mary kissing her soft lips. 'You need some water huni you've been a busy girl today. I've got one in the car. Leave your mask on until we get back to the car!' John instructed her. 

Mary held her hands out to be lead back to the car. 'Think you better sort out your clothes first in case anyone sees you or do you like being seen now?' John asked laughing briefly. Mary's hands reached down and she cupped her breasts back into their lacy cups and buttoned up her black shirt and tried to look presentable. John didn't give her the panties but Mary didn't ask for them as she assumed he wanted to keep them. 

John led Mary slowly down the path to the car. He removed the blindfold from her eyes. The daylight hurt her eyes and she raised a hand to shield her eyes from the sunshine until they became accustomed. John was leaning against the car. She was so happy to see him that she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. 'Right lets get you back to your car' John said they broke their embrace. 

'You do know it was me don't you?' he asked whispering into her ear. Mary nodded gently although inwardly she had been a little disappointed but she didn't want John to see it. They drove back to the services and Mary got out of Johns car and waved him off whilst her head was swimming with recollections of the day's events.



Temptation Ch. 03



It took several minutes of just lying next to him for Fearne to get her breath back but when she did she turned and smiled, deciding just how she was going to give Sanford the release he so obviously and desperately needed. Moving down to straddle his legs she grabbed the bottle of lube and place a large dollop right on his head, pushing her palm into it and smearing the clear gel all around. She then traced the line of his foreskin, drawing small circles in the gel. After a few minutes of this she could hear him grunting and panting again so she stopped and took his cock between her curled forefinger and thumb, just below the head. She had a firm grip around him that she knew would be stimulating his frenulum and she began to rhythmically squeeze. Holding for no more than about two seconds at a time she used her free hand to rub his balls and then press against his perineum.

"I've seen how you get when Mistress does this to you Sandy... You can't stand it for long." She taunted him in a sing-song voice as she changed techniques again, drawing her finger down his length then releasing and going back to the top. "Do you prefer down or upstrokes baby?" She didn't wait for an answer, giving him five down strokes followed by five up. "I bet you're just dying to come right now eh? What would you do for me if I let that happen Sanford? What would you do to me if I was to give you the release you so badly need?"

"Anything. Everything." The words were barely louder than a strangled whisper but she heard them and smirked down at his face. A face that was contorted in agony at the feelings she was generating with her surprisingly skilled movement on his cock. The fact it was his sister-sub and not his Mistress was a double-edged sword. The forbidden nature of what she was doing added to his already peaked arousal but he knew that if Mistress ever found out she would be the angriest she'd ever been. Hell she might even take their collars and that was a thought he just couldn't stand. Soon though all conscious thought ceased and he was reduced to a quivering mass of lust, desire, need. His hips moved up to try and force her pace to increase but she merely tutted and tapped his cock-head with her dry hand. He groaned at the extra stimulation and she gave a small smile of surprise.

"Oh you like that boy?" She asked with her head tilted and continued to tap at his head as she moved the circle of her finger and thumb to the base of his shaft, resuming the squeezing and trying to keep the two rhythms in sync. He was dripping with pre-cum and knew that a few more moments of this treatment and he'd been shooting his seed for the ceiling. 

"Please..." He managed to moan as she stopped the tapping, palming his head as she began to jack him off quickly with her fist. He was so close. Just one more minute. Oh god. Was he going to come? Oh jesus. Fucking Christ. She was going to push him past the edge. He was going to... She stopped. He gasped and groaned and nearly screamed. She had stopped just in time to prevent him having a ruined orgasm. He was still right on the brink and if she so much as breathed on his cock he was sure that the come would surge up his shaft. She didn't though. She rocked back on her hips and pushed two of her lubed up fingers into her dripping cunt. 

"Wow teasing you like this has me super wet. Maybe I should fuck you?" She laughed cruelly as she shook her head. Since she had pledged her life, pleasure and orgasm to her Mistress she hadn't felt a single cock inside her. Not a real, live one anyway. Before joining the household she'd been a proper little slut, sleeping with practically anything that could get hard. She'd met Mistress shortly after her abortion and the woman had offered her a way to overcome her addiction to cock. She'd jumped at it with both hands and the rest, as they say, was history. She still got days when she found herself needing a stiff cock inside her hungry cunt, but she always confessed those moods to Mistress. A good caning and some edging sorted her out. Maybe one day Mistress would decree that she could handle Sanford's throbbing shaft inside her, but she wasn't ready to take that step on her own. 

"No, I won't be fucking you tonight dear Sanford. But I did promise that you'd get to come didn't I?" He simply nodded frantically and she giggled, thrusting inside her pussy a few more times with the digits, slipping a third in and letting out a soft moan. "Hmm, well I like to keep to my promises baby, so I'm going to give you a real treat. But I want you to enjoy it and I think maybe you are a little too excited still..." She leaned down to look closely at his cock, running her pink tongue along her full lips enticingly. "Yes, definitely still a pressure hose we have here... what to do in the meantime?" She smirked as she swung her leg over to the side and lay next to him. 

"Maybe you could try to show me how you would return the torture I've inflicted on you with your fingers..." She leaned in to kiss his cheek, running her tongue wetly to his ear. "Of course if you do a really good job then I might end up begging you to fuck me despite my rules." The words travelled directly to his cock, almost bypassing his brain. He twitched and let out another low groan, his eyes wider than when she'd surprised him. It was an unwritten rule that he stayed silent except when asked a direct question in the house and although such a rule would have been void with just the two of them the behaviour was too ingrained to change. 

"Don't you want to fuck me Sanford babe?" She turned her large eyes on him and put on her sexiest pout.



Temptation Ch. 03



"Sorry. I'll come back later," she blurted out, still not able to meet his eyes which she knew was laughing at her, before she retreated as fast as she could.

"No, need to," Nick said behind her. "I'm nearly finished here."

Blushing profusely, Amy retreated as far as her new bedroom before settling down on the bed covering her face in her hands.

"Damn," she said loudly. "Damn, damn, damn." That was really stupid. Really stupid. She had acted as if she had never seen a man's naked chest before, and she definitely had. Only, none of them had ever made her lose control like this before. She had had her selection of boyfriends and they had varied in both texture and form, but never had she beheld a more perfect specimen. 

Oh god, she groaned again. Now she knew what Zelma had been nagging about all the time. This was not a brother-substitute anymore. He was definitely a tempting, hot-blooded specimen of manhood and she wanted him. Wanted him badly. The realisation struck her suddenly. She wanted him. She wanted him in her bed, inside of her body and maybe even inside of her head. 

No, no, no. This couldn't be happening. And with him of all people. The most obnoxious and annoying male she had ever had the misfortune of meeting. And he was a friend of Jeff as well. Could this situation become any worse? 

She must be more tired or shocked than she had thought. She definitely needed to sleep on this and hopefully she would wake up and be her good old self again. And Nick would return to be the annoying brother-substitute. Yep, that was the only solution. A good night's sleep would solve all her mental instabilities. Maybe it was the shock from the fire? She really hoped so. The shock had made her see Nick as the hottest and most fuckable man of her existence. Either that or she was going insane. She wondered if she didn't prefer the latter of the two explanations.

***

The next morning she felt a lot more level-headed. Nick was still Nick, the nagging brother-substitute, she thought as she got dressed and prepared for work. The temporary illusions must have been just that: temporary. Right now she felt like herself again. All right, so her kitchen would need some repairing but that only allowed her to do the redecorating she had wanted for some time now. 

And what a better time to do it. She had some funds and due to the fire she needed to tear down some of the wallpaper anyway, so why not do the entire room? She wondered what colour would be best suited. Probably a light one. A light creamy colour to match that new white stove she was going to buy. Yes, she definitely felt like herself again, she thought as she trampled toward the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee.

"Good morning," a smiling Nick greeted her as she was stunned anew by his presence. Luckily he was all covered in fabric this morning, by that smile of his was almost lethal, as far as she could tell. She had never seen him smile before, or had she? If so she hadn't noticed. She mumbled a short greeting and went to fill up a cup of coffee.

"You want toast with marmalade or something? I have prepared some sandwiches as well so help yourself to as many as you would like."

She just glared at him. Who was this monster? He actually ate food in the morning? She mumbled a quick 'thank you' before sipping slowly to the coffee as she tried to calm her queasy stomach. The smell of marmalade filled the room and she suddenly heard her tummy introduce itself in a loud manner. 

"Here you go," Nick said and placed a large sandwich in front of her. Her stomach growled again and he chuckled. "Quiet that monster, will you? Eat up." He turned toward the bench again where he started preparing his lunch. She glanced at his back. Nope, the covering didn't help much. She could still imagine the sight of his naked skin. The memory of his naked and well-muscled chest was still glued to her eyelids, and every time she looked at him, she felt like blushing some more. 

The sight had kept her awake for most of the night and spiced her sleep with hot dreams about a naked male seducing her with just the touch of his skin and the tone of his silky voice. She felt rattled to her core. 

Staring at Nick's back as he continued preparing the sandwiches, she noticed the tight cut of his jeans and the way they were cupping his behind so nicely. She wanted to reach out her hand and pinch his buttocks, just to make sure he was real and perhaps to judge whether his tight muscles also ornamented the lower parts of his body. 

Get a grip on yourself, girl, she thought irritatingly. This wasn't like her at all. She closed her eyes for a second before opening them again. Nope, his buttocks were still tempting and were still screaming for her touch. Just a small pinch and she would be happy, she tried to convince herself. 

Finally she surrendered to the inevitable and instantly saw the logic in her ramblings. It wouldn't hurt to have just a little squeeze, and in a daze she smiled before she slowly reached out her hand in the direction of Nick's tempting backside. Slowly, oh so slowly, her hand was closing in on the target and she concentrated on his right bum - at the same time as Nick turned around and presented his front side to her starving eyes and her outstretched hand. 

Oops, she almost gasped aloud as she struggled to compose herself. She didn't manage to avert her eyes in time and she got a disturbing close up look at the bulge at the front of his trousers. Finally awakening from the trance she quickly averted her eyes to the side and let her hand sink away from the target and back toward the table. At the same time her hand hit something and she realised a glass of marmalade had gone crashing to the floor. Saved by the bell, she thought as she welcomed the opportunity to bend her head down under the table and wait for her blush to disappear.

"Sorry, Nick," she mumbled as she cleaned up the mess with a paper towel.

"Don't worry," he smiled and gave her a wink that made her positive he had known exactly where her eyes and mind had been just a few seconds before. 

She huffed as she imagined his reaction to her pinching his genitals and she smiled smugly as she pictured him screaming for mercy. He wouldn't have smiled that smug smile if she had accomplished her goal but hit the wrong mark. 

That damn...man... was getting on her nerves, she thought glumly. Hopefully that door of hers would be replaced really quickly and she could get out of here before she made an even bigger fool of herself. Although, she wasn't quite sure if it was possible to sink any deeper than this. 



Temptation Ch. 04



Amy was sifting through a stack of books in her apartment. The front door had still not been fixed and she was getting really tired of waiting for the carpenter to come round. That meant she had to endure another evening of Nick half-clad body as he prepared for bed, as well as the smiling face of Nick as he lightly teased her about some minor details. He was annoying to say the least, and living so closely together was really getting on her nerves. 

She was increasingly worried about her reactions to him -- not to mention his new leading role in her nightly dreams and fantasies. The man was quickly getting under her skin, and she was sure she didn't want such a man in her life. No, it was far better to spend some time away from the temptation and then he would simply be forgotten.

She looked at the cover of the book she was holding. She remembered this one. Far too cheesy for her taste. It was definitely a candidate for the garbage can or the second-hand shop. Maybe someone else liked that sort of pink-coloured-romances where the gentleman prince always won the princess on the last page. 

"Huh, someone might actually still believe it worked that way in real life," she chuckled as she dumped it into the garbage can where it landed with a loud bang, before reaching for the next one.

"Having fun?" Nick asked as he leaned casually against the doorway leading to her apartment.

"Enormously," she countered. "I'm just sorting through some old books." He came inside and reached for the book she had just filed.

"One night of seduction," he read aloud. "Hm, is it any good?"

"Of course. You'll like that one. It's about an ill-tempered louse who wants to marry this heiress, and she dumps him for a carpenter. An excellent read."

Nick stared sceptically at the book. "No, I don't like pink covers."

"What? You think a pink coloured cover makes a book worse?"

"Of course. Anything to sell the book, right? And pink makes stupid women buy anything. Even pink coloured shoes."

"Male chauvinist pig," Amy said teasingly.

"Thank you, I'll take that as a compliment," Nick smiled at her. "Now, this one looks more promising," he said and held up one of the books from her pile of Erotica.

Oops, Amy thought. She didn't want him to look at those too closely. Well, if the trick worked once it might work again, she thought. "It's a good choice. You should read that one, Nick. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two?"

"Hah, you really think so? What makes you think I'm not an expert already?" he glared at her.

"There's a difference between practice and theory, wouldn't you agree? Besides, the male hero is bound to give any male a serious inferiority complex when it comes to the general equipment and sexual prowess," she said smugly, and waited for him to put the book away as if he had been burned. Instead he read the back cover and was silent for some time. 

Damn, Amy thought. Now he would discover her preference for romantica and she wasn't sure that would necessarily give her an advantage.

"Look Nick. I have some macho novels by Clive Cussler that I think will suit you much better if you're so keen on reading something," she tried sweetly.

"No, thanks. I'll stick to this one," Nick replied as he dumped into a chair and started reading.

In confusion Amy tried desperately to look at the cover to discover exactly which book Nick had found so interesting. Unsuccessfully she finally gave up and instead tried to remember every book she had in her collection and try to remember if there were any books she wouldn't want him to read. 

Yep, she concluded, she had plenty of books that were too hardcore for her to want anyone else to read -- or much worse, discover her enjoyment of. Damn, now she had really done it. Now Nick would have the ammunition to tease her for the next ten years or so about her choice of reading material and sexual tendencies. This was just great.

***

An hour later Nick was still submerged in the black book. The only difference was the frown that had developed on his forehead and as the time went by it was becoming more and more prominent. Finally Amy couldn't hold back any longer and blurted out.

"Are you learning anything, Nick? Seems like the book was to your taste after all."

"Uh hum," she heard him reply. "Yes, it's quite interesting actually. Never thought you were into groups though," he concluded before raising his eyes and giving her a wink.

"Whatever gave you that idea?" she asked suspiciously.

"An interesting book, that's what it is. How about BDSM? Do you like that as well?"

"What?" Amy felt her cheeks getting warmer. Of course she had thought about some light bondage once in a while and perhaps even the occasional spank, but that was nothing she wanted to discuss with a certain neighbour.

"None of your business, Nick. Do you seriously think any of my books contain all my preferences in the bedroom?"

"According to this font of information, you like having sex anywhere other than in the bedroom. That garden scene is quite interesting, by the way. I've always wanted to try the flowerbed, myself, but the sun lounger seems an excellent choice."

"The flower bed? You're practically insane. With all the twigs, weeds and pollen causing you to sneeze? If so, you're braver than I thought," she chuckled. "Not to mention the hard ground?" She laughed loudly just by imagining Nick crawling around naked in the nearest flowerbed, twigs scraping his bottom as his hair being filled with petals and greenery.

"Who says I'll be lying on the bottom? I prefer being on top, by the way." 

"Thanks for the information, Nick, and it doesn't surprise me at all." 

"No?"

"Nope. You're much too dominating to be willing to give up the control of lying on top all the time." Nick didn't respond, only stared at her. Oh well, since she had started she might as well finish her tirade as well, she thought. After all, he was a cop and cops rarely killed anyone, didn't they? "Have you ever let a woman tie you up, for instance?" 

He was still staring at her. His mouth had opened in surprise as he made an obvious effort to say something. She almost laughed at the unfamiliar display of having shocked him into silence for a change.

"No?" Amy prodded on. "Well, just as I thought. You really don't know how to let yourself go, do you Nick?"

"So what? Nothing wrong with having a few other kinks are there?" he parried quickly. "Or are you volunteering to teach me the pleasures of BDSM? Tie me up and have your wicked way with me, for instance?"

"Do you really dare to give up the reins, is that it?"

"Why don't you just try me, Missy?" Nick replied and leaned casually backwards in his chair as if expecting to be ravished at any time.

Amy was fed up with his tricks and taunts. He was just waiting for her to back down, leaving him the winner of their conversation yet again. Only, what if she wasn't backing down, what would happen then? How would Nick handle that? Maybe he would learn to stay out of her way for a change? As if that would ever happen, she chuckled to herself. The man was a born nuisance. 

Still, it didn't hurt to try, she thought as she got up and slowly moved toward Nick's chair. He was still wearing that cocky smile of his, daring her to prove her mettle, while expecting her to freak out at any time. He arched his eyebrow as she leaned her hands on the armrests of his chair and slowly bent closer to him. 

Moving her hands closer to his, she put her hands above his and held onto his wrists as if portraying bonds that held him down, tying him to the chair and preventing him from touching her. He blinked as if trying to get an understanding of the unexpected events and as she moved her head closer to his and let her mouth follow the ridge of his chin she heard his sharp intake of breath. 

"And would you enjoy being left helpless, then?" she asked softly. "To anticipate whatever I feel like doing with your body?" 

She bent her head closer to his throat and suckled his skin softly just at the juncture of his collarbone. She felt a small shiver go through his body, but it was so small she wondered if she had only imagined it. She moved closer, motioning her legs between his and lifted her left leg against his thigh, rubbing her legs softly against his. 

"Maybe I would simply try to discover where you're most ticklish?" she continued and lifted her right hand to his face and touching his cheek with her fingers. 

Rubbing them slowly down over his stubbles and moving her hand slowly down the front of his body. His thin shirt provided little protection against her warm fingers and she felt his smooth skin tempting her to rip away the clothes and discover the hidden treasures underneath. Still, she managed to keep herself in control as she slowly rubbed her fingers down his chest, across his stomach just as he caught another deep breath. She could have retreated now, she thought. Her message seemed to have penetrated his thick skull, and that cocky grin had completely disappeared from his face. But, instead of stopping and moving away the temptation was too great to resist, and she kept on even if that meant doing something she would regret later. 

She moved her hand across the waistband of his trouser and continued downward over the hard surface of his jeans. The bulge meeting her wandering hand surprised her and she moved her hand around the bulgy area just to discover the extent and position of his cock. She followed the outer ridge of his hard member as she went exploring the tempting discovery, every touch accompanied by his soft groan as she slightly squeezed her hands around his hard member. 

Venturing her hand slowly down his shaft she touched his balls underneath and started holding tighter around his cock as she moved upwards again. Suddenly his hands closed around hers and he held her hand away from his hardened cock. 

"Stop that," he said with a strangled voice. 

"Why? It seems there was some sort of response, wouldn't you say?"

Nick chuckled. "Any more response and I would come in my pants. Not very dignified." 

"But you can't say you don't like being tied after this. You find it arousing," she demanded.

"Of course I do. Now, if you want to continue I suggest you get undress and ride me hard," Nick said bluntly.

"You really can not stand being the submissive, can you Nick? Always handing out orders and expecting everyone else to obey instantly. But not this time," Amy sputtered as she stepped a few steps away from him. "You just let me know when you're ready to let go and start begging for some real burning for a change."

He just glared at her. "What's wrong with some good old-fashioned sex?" he asked.

"As long as you can be the one in charge, right? How incredible boring," she concluded and made a graceful retreat back to her temporary room in his apartment.

***

Damn it. Why had she done all that? Amy thought glumly. What had possessed her to act as if she was the master seductress, and to Nick of anyone? Oh boy, she would never be able to face him again -- ever. A man she considered almost as her own brother as well. Uh well, now she didn't consider him family any longer. He seemed to have grown out of that role a long time ago. 

She just hadn't realised it before now -- or more truthfully, before she caught him half naked and realised she wanted him. Oh my god. Nick? Of all people? The annoying friend of her brother who had loved nothing better than to drag her ponytail whenever he got the opportunity. Who had always ignored Jeff's little sister and considered her a spoilt brat. 

He was more like an old friend, she realised. And one didn't behave this way with old friends, she was sure. Even though how much they tempted you to make all the wet dreams in the world an instant reality. Yes, even though. She had to gain some control over herself and start treating Nick as if he was Jeff -- or someone totally uninteresting to her. 

But, it had been fun to have the upper hand for a change. To rattle his core and watch his shock as she prodded and tempted him into responding to her touch. She should have taken advantage of the situation and unzipped his pants at the same time. Now, all she had left was an imaginary portrait of how large his cock must be to create such a large bulge in his pants. She had felt him through his clothes, and if what she had felt had been genuine, the real article was well worth the sight, that was for sure. 

Damn, why hadn't she just jumped into it and gathered some more material for those wet dreams of hers? Oh well, perhaps next time - if there would ever be a next time for them and as long as she didn't regain her sanity in the meantime. 

***

In Amy's apartment, Nick was still sitting sprawled in the chair where she had left him. His cock still as hard as ever and his temper even hotter. Damn that woman, he thought. How did she manage to get him this riled up and then simply leave him? She had simply wanted to play with him. To taunt him with what he could never have, but always wanted. Maybe she knew? Had she found out how he felt about her?

He hadn't suspected it before. He had tried to act nonchalantly around her. Not letting her know what his feelings for her were. Not before he saw a chance of her seeing him as anything else than an old friend. And maybe she did? No, she wouldn't have left him like that then. He exhaled slowly. 

She had been much too controlled for it to have been anything other than a game. A game of teaching him how to grovel before her. He chuckled in self irony. 

If she only knew. He had grovelled before her for years. And now when he had her closer than he had ever experienced before, he had simply lost himself as if it was one of his nigh time dreams. Having her so close; touching him, fondling him, pleasuring him. 

The reality was even better than the dreams had ever been. The scent of her as she kissed his throat -- the sensation as she whispered sweet words in his ear. His cock had been ready and he had almost come in his pants just from the slightest touch of her hands. Why had she done it? To prove some stupid point or because she simply couldn't help herself? He hoped for the latter but how could he be sure of her feelings? Maybe it was time to raise the stakes and make her see him as more than just Jeff's buddy? To risk it all and maybe gain what he had dreamed of for such a long time? 

***

Amy watched Nick sitting in front of the TV. 

"Nick, is there a chance a can watch the CSI episode this evening?"

"What? With the game coming on? Only if you beg really well, honey."

"What game? Another game? There's always a game going on it seems. Well, when does it end? My series doesn't start before 11 pm."

"Hmm, well, let's make a deal. You can have the TV at that time as long as you do a slow strip-dance in front of me."

"What? And for how long?"

"Long enough for me to get aroused, of course. And after that you could always...," he let the rest of the sentence dangle in front of her.

"Jerk you off, is that it? Which means it would take several hours, or what?"

"If you like. I can certainly go for that deal," he smiled smugly.

"No thanks, Nick. Seems like too much effort if you ask me. I would rather go over to Zelma's place to watch TV."

"What do you want to see those sissies for anyway? Those aren't real cops even, just a bunch of toned actors trying to find the best angle to show their looks. What is wrong with the real thing?" he asked and lifted his arm and started flexing his left biceps. "May I remind you have a perfect example of the cop-species right in front you, and my muscles are real -- not toned at the gym."

"Thanks for the offer, Nick. You volunteer to flaunt some of that cop skin right in front me so I don't have to watch the show then?"

"Sure, why not. If that's what it takes. Protect and serve is our motto, after all."

"Good, I'll go for that serve-thing any time. In fact, I'll go for the sleazy actors combined with some fine dialogue, while you serve me some cold drinks," Amy chuckled as she sank into the nearest chair.

"Hey, what happened to my striptease?" Nick asked surprised.

"Go ahead," Amy replied. "Don't let me stop you. You just flex those muscles all you like, only don't cover the TV screen. And, I would recommend you finish before the newscast in 10 minutes. Quick-stripping, right?"

"Huh, I thought you were going to do the stripping?"

"What happened to the serve in that motto of yours then? Doesn't seem any need for me to do anything as long you're wowed into that job of yours." 

Nick only murmured something unintelligible but stayed seated as they watched the newscast together. 

***

A few more days passed and Amy wondered how she could stand another day in Nick presence. The man had no decency, whatsoever. Even with a guest around he rarely dressed accordingly and she almost got used to having a half naked Nick roaming around the apartment. Well 'gotten used to' was perhaps to take it a bit far. 

She had learnt to hide her shocked expression, to close her mouth instead of drooling all over him and now she considered practising to only look him in the eyes whenever she saw him. What a loss, she thought. Such a sight for drooling, but she had to keep her head up and not give him the upper hand. 

At least she had vowed to never let her eyes wander below the belt - that was strictly forbidden, although her wayward eyes didn't seem to get the idea. Especially when she had a near collision with a very wet Nick as he exited the bathroom, only covered by a small piece of towel tied around his midriff. Her gasp was only answered by a big smile on the jerks face as he run his hands through his wet hair and winked at her.

"Show some decency, will you!" she snarled at him.

"My house, remember?" Nick said, still smiling. 

"How about showing your guests a bit of discretion, then?"

"But Amy, you've grown up with your brother Jeff. And don't tell me you haven't seen a naked man before?"

"What? Are you threatening to unwrap the towel as well, Nick? With no thought as to my feminine sensibilities at all?" she said haughtily. "Only, just go ahead then," she challenged him. "Go around naked for all I care. I'll soon figure out if there's any more warm water left in the building, won't I?"

"What? You think I've shrunk?"

"If you haven't already, maybe you should have lowered the water temperature a couple of more degrees. Might have done wonders to your inflated ego and increased your manners at the same time."

Nick just snorted and laughed heartily as he went toward his bedroom. 

That arrogant man was really getting on her nerves, Amy seethed inside. 

***

Nick knew he was dreaming. He lay on his bed, naked, waiting for her to come into his room and fuck herself on his shaft. He watched and waited and suddenly he could see a slim figure coming toward him. She was dressed in a red coloured babydoll. The sheer fabric only barely covering her upper body and lifting her breast up high. He felt his shaft respond to the look of her body through the fabric. He could see the small thatch of hair between her legs and her erect nipples was visible through the thin fabric. He recognises her. Amy, he thought. Yes, of course it was Amy.

"Undress," he ordered her and she obeyed instantly. Slowly unfastening the silk ribbons that held her dress together. Untying a knot at the front, the dress opened up and he could finally see her entire body displayed in front of him. She lowered the dress and it sank to the floor slightly hugging her ankles while she stepped away from it. She was pure perfection. A slim body with small curves portraying her sex quite clearly. Her breasts were high and her nipples were so erect they were begging him to suckle her. 




Temptation Ch. 04



As we unfold this chapter it is safe to say that, in the minds of most readers of the series, I have turned into a slut as me and my father have hit the sheets. I am expecting it because, after all, that is the course the human mind would follow or has to follow after the events that unfolded in the last chapter. 

* * *

I tore off my mouth from Bryan's and buried my face into his shirted chest. It was in an attempt to recover my senses. Undeniably, I was about to give in to another temptation at that moment.

Yes, it was easy then for my father to lay me into submission. Not necessarily into a downright sexual submission but rather, and to put it accurately, to a compliant submission that could no doubt turn into a consensual sex if allowed to carry on. Luckily enough, my resolve to get back to my senses prevailed.

Bending over to hearing level, Bryan murmured, asking if I was all right. 

"I need to go to bed," I managed to breath out, trying to play down the kissing. I raised my face off his chest, keeping him at arms length as the full impact of what I had done struck my mind. My God, I thought wildly. What if Albert was watching us, me here snuggled obscenely with his grandfather, my mouth on his and more. I was breathing raggedly, partly from arousal and partly from fear and shame.

"Anything wrong?" the broad-shouldered older man asked softly in his mesmeric voice.

"None ... nothing ...I just have to go."

"What's the matter? Are you worrying about your son?" he breathed out trying to rekindle the suddenly extinguished flame of intimacy.

"No. But we can't go on with this!" I retorted, jumping up from the couch. 

My chest was hammering, scared of things obvious. I wanted to rush to the safety of my bedroom but I had to find a way not to offend my father. I could not afford to hurt him at that moment as I was virtually a hostage to his promise to save me and my family from scandal. I rushed instead to the window and stared blankly into a distance just pretending to be worried of my husband's coming.

Instantly, Bryan was behind me taking me by my bare shoulders, his hardness pressed hard to my bottom. 

"You're such an alluring woman, lady," he whispered from behind. 

"Bryan, I can't do another wrong. I thank you for your compassion. But please, don't make me sin again. How would that make me get back to where you want me to be?"

"I'm sorry. Couldn't help it. No man, young or old, by your side could resist touching you."

"Thank you, Bryan. I really need to go now."

"As you wish,lady," in obviously frustrated words.

He gave me a light kiss at the back of my neck before escorting me up to my bedroom door. He wished me good night and assured me of his promise to keep just to the two of us what he came to know about me and my son. 

Although my father, was an attractive older man I successfully carried on with my resolve not to allow our kiss to deepen beyond compliance. I allowed him to kiss me because I was too grateful for the reassurance he had given me. It considerably relieved my otherwise tormented mind and at a time when I needed it most. 

Yes, there was the sexual side of it too. I'd be lying if I deny it existed. In spite of his 65 years, the traces of Bryan's male sexiness could still lure to bed a not so unwavering prude. Although his kiss was not as entrancing as that of the young and more vigorous Albert, it was not without passion. Thanks to my fears and the feeling called guilt the mouthlock didn't go beyond what I would insist as a compliant kiss, however euphemistic it may sound. 

Bryan's sincerity was not without its share of the doubt. It never escaped my careful mind that he just wanted to have his chances of laying his daughter who happened to crave for compassion at that moment of emotional storm. Even with that, the euphoria that followed his gesture of kindness made me too helpless to deny him the kiss that I knew so well he long wanted to have.

The following days and weeks were difficult for both me and my son Albert. Not only that we needed to calm the sexual tension between us that invariably threatened to explode at any moment, we also had to do it impeccably, void of eccentric ways that could arouse suspicion. Somehow, my boy, young and horny as he was had a part in him too that knew how to feel guilty. That I should say helped defuse a spark that could ignite another forbidden sexual encounter. 

Mark my husband meanwhile slowly regained his old self. It was, he thought, a good consequence to my father's presence at home. If only he knew... Nonetheless, the undeclared truce, if it can be called that, put a breathing spell behind the fears and resentment that characterized our home lives since that fateful friday night. 

It was in one of those emotionally quiet days when our son revealed his plan to leave home as he found a job hundreds of miles away. It was a welcomed development to his father but a depressing one to me if I have to be honest. But sense and sensibilities convinced me that it was the best thing that could happen to the family at that stormy stage of our lives. 

My husband and I of course wished our son the best of luck in his adventure. The wish, however, was not without our assurance of help just in case he'd find it difficult at the start.

It didn't take a week for Albert to make good his word. He left home and went on his own. Days after his departure Bryan also left home to continue living alone. 

Mark and I meanwhile gradually but successfully buoyed up our otherwise slowly sinking marital relation. It startled even myself to find out that I'd soon be back to my prim and proper self not least of all in public. There were no Sundays and days of obligation when I was not in church praying and singing hymns together with the faithful. 

It was about a month following Albert's departure when I thought of saying a prayer thanking God for His help in putting firmly behind us a sleazy romance that almost scandalized our family. But the thought was clouded as quickly as it came about. The reason was my discovery of something unusual in my dresser. Quite a number of my night clothes and panties were missing. 

Well, what else could it be? To give up and resign to it was all that I could do. My son and I were hundreds of miles apart anyway so I felt it was safe to just dismiss his fetish as just an ingredient of his maturing manhood. He was a healthy young man after all who, like many others, would soon overcome a vile obsession for his mother and her traces. 

The discovery not unlike before made me involuntarily react in a sexual way. My pussy suddenly quivered and the nastiest thought passed through my head. I exhaled a deep sigh and closed my eyes bracing myself for the inevitable. And that was to please my body's sensual stirring.

Vivid thoughts of my son jerking off in my unwashed clothes were flashing into my mind. Before I could think twice or start counting numbers, I had thrown my sensuous self in my bed and started to touch myself in the most obscene way. 

I arched my back as my mind conjured up the lewd image of me and my son masturbating together in my bed without the other knowing it, under the same sheet, side by side on our backs, our hips and legs bumping and jerking while quietly moaning each other's names. With head thrown back and slobbering mouth wide open, I made a sweeping, stirring motion with my finger inside my pussy, round and round until I couldn't stand it any more. 

"Oh my God, oh my God," breathing out the screams.

When I came my thumb touched the rounded end to my clitoris causing my ass to leap up off the bed in excruciating pleasure, ass cheeks tensing with each powerful tremor that roared through my cunt. My muscles twitched and fluttered, thighs rippling tightly as the sensation mounted to unbelievable intensity. 

It was almost a minute of body spasms in the air before my muscles relaxed, dropping my still shaking ass back into the bed, my neck tilted as if catching my breath over my head. Ohh, it was such a riotous but wonderful session.

* * *

A sexual lull in me followed since then making me think that a mother's sexual reaction to her son's fetish was a one time thing. I was wrong.

For many months our son kept in touch with us through emails alone. He worked for a wireless telecom firm as a technician and planned to go to college while keeping his "good-paying job." If we were to believe his stories it would seem that he was living alone quite comfortably.

It had been quite a time since memories of my son's fetish gripped my sexuality. Now, the lurid thoughts were again forcing their way into my cranium causing me to unconsciously wet my panties beneath my dress. 

Without bothering to resist the thoughts, I threw my ass into the couch, the same living room couch where my son and I first made romance. As I closed my eyes and started to masturbate to finish off the mounting itch in my loins, the feeling of guilt intervened causing me to stop right in the tracks. 

What's happening to me? I scolded mentally. All of a sudden I found myself caught between not wanting to imagine my boy jerking off in my night clothing and the powerful erotic images of him as exactly that. 

It was easy for anyone to ridicule my pretense. My body after all was just longing for a release, for a harmless self-gratification by shedding myself of those lurid thoughts. Who would not laugh reading me portray myself as virtuous in the light of what had already transpired? 

I walked around the house then up to my bedroom trying to douse the simmering sexual heat gripping my body. I walked around gazing at my bed, the same bed I had shared with my husband through thick and thin in two decades of marriage. Two separate parts of me were in a serious struggle. The sensuous part screamed for an uninhibited sexual release. The rational part was waving the equally powerful feeling of guilt. The former seemed to be winning.

Not here in my husband's bed, I thought at last as the sensuous part of me overflowed with lust leaving no more room for hypocrisy. I stripped naked almost ripping my dress off my shaking body, rushed to my dresser and grabbed my pink housecoat, the same lingerie that my son and I had alternately masturbated with at the heights of suppressed sexual desires for each other. Wrapping it around my naked body I dashed hurriedly to my son's former bedroom with legs trembling beneath me. 

Once inside the room, I closed the door tightly, leaned against it and heaved a long, hot sigh of passion as I recalled those moments when albert was lustfully filling and fulfilling his mother sexually. I clasped at my long robe, fitting it tightly into my body, feeling the traces of sex that my son and I had strewn on it. My hands roamed all over my robed body pressing the silk harder into my skin. 

My clitoris was hammering one lustful throb after another when the three-way extended phone sounded a jolting ring. Instantly I was hurled back to my senses. The erotic heat in my body that was reaching fever-pitch suddenly froze as I walked to pick up the receiver. 

I had no way of knowing if it was the devil's handiwork or whatever but what followed was a pleasant shock. My heart almost leapt out of my chest when I recognized Albert's voice on the other end of the line. My body shuddered from a mixture of emotions. For the first time in many months, in fact in almost a year, I heard the sultry voice of my son and at a time when I was about to touch myself with erotic thoughts of him. My trembling ass slowly but surely fell into his bed as I uttered the second "hello" in a quavering voice. 

"You okay, Mom?"

I could only answer him with my breathing. Shock wouldn't let the words come out of my mouth.

"Are you all right?" he once more asked.

"YYesss...yess...I'm...all right."

"You don't sound to be, Mom."

"...Yesss... I am. Just got surprised. I thought it was your dad..." my breathing was labored.

"You sound tired and exhausted."

"...Not really..." I was literally exhaling the words.

"...I miss you."

There was a long pause. We were quiet but both breathing hard. We were hundreds of miles apart but our hormones were heating up in synchronism.

"Have I said something wrong?" he softly asked.

"Nohhh..." I whispered back. "I just... didn't expect to hear from you at a time like this when..."

"When what?"

"Nnnone...nothing..." following it with a long sigh.

"I need to see you, Mom."

"Well...you are always welcome to come home for a visit."

"I need to see you alone," he murmured softly. A moment of pause once more followed.

"Albert...w'ere...ummmm..."

"Do you miss me?" 

I contemplated replying with an unflattering remark in my desire to douse the simmering sexual heat on line. But I just couldn't lie. 

"Oooohhh...God, yesss, I miss you too..." 

"Let's meet somewhere...some place where we don't need to fear anyone or anything."

"Honey, you know it isn't easy, don't you?"

"I know, Mom. I know it isn't easy to do. But I need you badly...need to see you...just you."

I didn't reply. I couldn't. I wanted to squelch the sounds of my hard breathing but just couldn't. 

"Uhhhh...uuhhhh..."

"Mom?"

"Nothing...oh, nothing! I was just talking to myself." 

Another long pause and soon I was on my back, centered on my son's bed, my long robe open down the front as we carried on talking in soft voices over the phone. His masculine voice continued to whisper erotic sounds, causing the sexual heat in my body to fume. 

My breathing was now coming in swift, forceful gasps. Tiny moans of passion escaped from between my tightly clenched teeth. I was sure he was lying on his bed, jerking off in my nightgown, stroking his rock-hard penis against the fabric of my dress while my simmering body was feeling the sensual touch of the love clothing we both had fucked in sexual abandon. 

I worked my fingers into my madly pulsating pussy. I spread my legs wide and arched my back off the bed again and again, laboring toward the climax that seemed so vital to me then. My free hand flew itself into my breasts brushing across my hot nipples, kneading the hills, violently pushing at the tingling flesh. We carried on trading throaty whispers.

"I'm so hot for you...so searing hot." 

"We shouldn't...be doing this. We need to ..."

"I can feel your body heat...I'm in your nightgown. I can feel you...I can smell you," 

"Ohhh...ummmm...aahhh..." 

"I love you, Mom..." 

"Honey...we can't...let's just..."

"Let's make love."

"Nooohhh..."

"Let's come together, Mom...now...nowww...uuuhhhhhhh..."

"Albert...nnooohhhh...aaahhhh..."

My fingers flew down and rubbed my clit furiously with the knuckle of my right thumb. Immediately it sent me into convulsive, loud thrashing motions, squirming and twisting on my son's bed. 

"Mom...you're so hot..."

"Ohhhh, yesss, honey... I'm on fire ... this is wrong but I'm on fire, I love it, love it and I can't stop, I don't want to stopppp ..." 

I was breathing out the screams as I bucked around wildly in my son's former bed, listening to similar sexual noises from the other end of the line. 

I no longer tried to muffle my heated gasps or to control my movements. I fucked myself with wilder abandon. As my senses reached their crescendo I let all inhibitions go, and cried out in moans of pure delight wetting my robe with sex juices which was then open with flaps hanging loosely on my sides. 

I came, he came, I came, both hissing great sobs and muttering almost inaudible words until we were sure we were completely sated. 

The phone line fell silent but for deep breathings from both ends. Gone were the incoherent words and discrete sounds of ecstasy. We lay on our beds with phone receivers still planted on our ears, just breathing and sighing. 

It was a long moment of wordless relishing before my son broke it. 

"You're such a sexy mother."

"Ahhhh...ahhhh..." 

"Let's meet in Frisco." I'll wait for you at the Golden Gate park tomorrow."

"I can't...." 

"You love me?"

"Ohh God...you know that I do."

"I'll be waiting for you there..." he breathed over the phone. I didn't commit but neither did I reject it. 

***

The next day, a Friday afternoon, I found myself on the road. With dark glasses and dressed up all pretty like in a flowered pastel pattern summer dress, I drove my car, criss-crossing the roads leading to California's Highway 101. While driving I kept asking myself what the hell was I doing. My God, I was driving a hundred miles to commit a sin!

As I turned and merged with CA-101 heading South a female voice in my GPS announced I was 55 miles to my destination. My mind was teasing me. I was just halfway to San Francisco, I thought. I could still very much turn around and head back home. But my car would not allow it. It continued to move on its path without regard to my confused mind. 

Driving on I passed the towns of Sta Rosa, Petaluma and San Rafael. I could already see the slopes of Mt. Tamalpais, signalling that I was already at Marin County. It didn't escape me that I needed to make a decision now for in just a few more miles my car would be approaching the toll entrance to the Golden Gate Bridge, the point of no return. I thought of it to be because the next possible turn around would be at the other end of the strait, exactly where my son was waiting for me. To turn around at that point would only be for the insane.

"Proceed to cross the Golden Gate Bridge to your destination," the lady in the GPS announced.

My heart pounded to a scary beat. I could no longer turn around I thought to myself. Nonetheless, my car slowed down as I honestly hoped to change my mind at the last minute. I feared, however, that it was hopeless as I could no longer exit from the freeway before my destination.

Because I was using a FasTrak, I realized a bit too late that I was atop on one of the world's most photographed landmarks, the Golden Gate Bridge, an assembly of suspended steel and concrete where suicides for whatever reasons are committed once every two weeks. It played in my mind that I'd probably be the next.

"Approaching destination in two miles," blared the GPS, jolting me from my trance. 

I heaved a long sigh not of relief from a tough hundred mile drive but of aimless anxiety from the sin I was about to commit. 

"You have arrived," the female voice finally announced in a husky voice. 

The happy faces of people were all around the park. Happily married couples from as far as other states had their teen-aged children in tow coming down from the much talked about bridge after crossing it by foot. I felt happy for them but my wish sent me almost to the verge of tears for reasons I didn't accurately know. Somehow I managed to relax my confused mind inside my parked car for quite sometime before the passenger side flew open. It was Albert, my son and my date.

"Wow! If not of the car's plate I would have thought it was a younger Kim Basinger." 

"O yeah? 

"That's it." 

He kissed my right cheek and after the casual greetings, laughter and more flatteries we decided to use his car. I almost failed to recognize him. He had grown taller, looked heavier and more handsome than ever. "This young man could lure to bed the sexiest girl in town," I quietly told myself. 

I made sure I took my personal stuff with me before jumping into his car. We cruised the streets towards the city center and before long the car was pulling up along the front lawn of a plush hotel, not far from the Embarcadero. 

As the car came to a stop, the valet opened the door for me to alight. The valet took care of parking the car that left us free to go straight through to the hotel's outlets.




Temptation Ch. 04



"Come here," he said and pointed between his legs. She came forward and her breasts jumped as she walked toward him. He could only stare at her as she climbed onto the bed and sat between his legs. Her hands gripping his cock in a firm grip before she lowered her mouth to envelop his cock head. He groaned as he felt her suckle him slightly. Her tongue darted around his cock head and she followed the movement of her mouth by tightening her hand around his cock while sucking him into her warmth. 

"Oh fuck," he groaned as she touched his balls and made him harden so much it hurt. Already he was closing in on his release. He felt her tightening her grip around his cock and taking as much of him as she could into her mouth. He waited for her to suck him into oblivion and he laid his head back to enjoy the release he felt was coming on. 

"Harder," he groaned. "Suck me harder!" She complied immediately and he felt his entire body starting to feel as if on fire, feeling she was devouring his entire body, taking him as far into her mouth as she managed. He reached out a hand and held her face close to his cock as he prepared to fuck her mouth in long and deep motions. 

Nearly there, he thought. Nearly there.

But instead he awoke with a start, practically jumping out of the bed. He looked around. The room was dark. No sign of any naked woman fondling him into completion. He looked down. His cock was still swollen and he heard his own heavy breathing as he tried to come to terms with yet again of having woken at just the wrong moment. If only he could have slept a few seconds more and he would have erupted like a geyser and woken to wet sheets but feeling more relaxed than before. 

Damn her, he thought for the billionth time. After she had moved in with him, he had been having these dreams almost every night. Something needed to be done about it. He could barely function with the small amounts of sleep he had been getting lately. But right now there was a more immediate action he needed to take. He tightened his hand around his straining cock, closed his eyes and imagined Amy sucking him into her mouth as she pumped his shaft hard and fast. 

He felt the stirring start in his centre as he pumped his hard cock faster and faster to the image of the naked Amy saluting his cock. Throwing his head back, he groaned softly as his come poured out of his body and coated his fingers. Spasms were still floating through his body as he felt the ease start to spread throughout his body. He dried his wet fingers on the bedspread as he laid back and enjoyed the feeling of bliss as he felt his breath slow down to a more normal level and he fell into a deep sleep. 

***

The next morning Amy walked into the kitchen and was surprised not to find the usual half naked sight of Nick wishing her a 'good morning' with that smug smile of his. Huh, something was not right here. Where was he? Maybe he had begun to act like a human being and slept late for a change, she thought as she prepared breakfast and settled down with a warm cup of coffee. 

Finally she heard a ruckus coming from Nick's room and soon after he came into the kitchen wearing his jeans and a T-shirt was covering his chest. This didn't look to good, Amy thought as she noticed his irate expression. She couldn't quite pinpoint what she found the most alarming: the fact that had covered his chest or the grumpy expression. Oh well, it only proved he was human after all and having a bad nights sleep happened to everybody once in a while.

"Are you ill or something, Nick?" Amy asked worriedly.

"Nope," he answered glumly before gulping down 2 cups of coffee in a rush.

"You don't seem quite yourself this morning," Amy tried again as she glanced at his T-shirt. He must be seriously ill to having covered his chest this morning. That hadn't happened since that first morning she had stayed here. And his thunderous expression didn't seem to be much like him either.

"I slept badly," he finally admitted before ducking his head down behind the paper and staying there until she said goodbye and headed to work.

Sitting in her car, she thought about Nick's strange behaviour and how come his demeanour could change that much in a day. Oh well, maybe he was particularly itchy when he didn't get his beauty sleep, she chuckled as she put the car in gear and drove off.



Temptation Ch. 05



"New girlfriend?" Nick's friend, Rob, asked as Amy came barging into the apartment after another useless phone call to the carpenter.

Nick looked up as Amy glared at him. "Yep, she finally decided she couldn't resist my charm and moved in."

"Not for long," she answered glumly. "As soon as my front door is replaced, I'm leaving this moron. I just wonder how it could take an entire week just to change one lousy door," she grumbled as she exited the room.

Nick blushed slightly behind her back. 

"Don't tell me you had something to do with that, Nick?"

"Guilty as charged. Only don't tell her about it." 

"What would Jeff say if he knew?"

"He'd be delighted, I think. It was him who put me up in this apartment after all. And he's not as stupid as to have forgotten his sister happens to live right across the hall."

"He set you up?"

"Yep, he gave me a tip of this apartment being for sale, and recommended that I had a look at it." 

"At the apartment or the neighbourhood."

"Both, I suppose, but since Jeff is out of reach at the moment, all questions about motives will have to wait."

"He always was a clever fellow," Rob conceded, "and providing 24 hours police protection for his sister is definitely a stroke of genius." 

"Nah, she did that herself. Tried to burn down her apartment, and as a gentleman I offered her a sofa to sleep on."

"Not your bed?"

"That as well, but she only went for the sofa -- or the spare bedroom as I call it."

"Poor Nick. Your charm must be diminishing. That means she's after someone else, eh? Perhaps a single doctor would be right up her corner, right?

"Don't flatter yourself, Rob. She's off-limits. Especially to you," Nick said icily while staring at his best friend. Rob had too much charm for his own good and he didn't want him anywhere near Amy. He tried to convince himself that Jeff would flay him alive if he did, but he couldn't quite shake off the feeling that it wasn't Jeff's opinion that held the most weight.

"Hey, you can't blame a fellow for trying, can you? Besides, my bed happens to be empty for the time being."

"For how long? Three hours? Those nurses of yours don't seem to take no for an answer." 

"All right, so I haven't been single for more than a few days, but don't expect me to try beat your record. You're practically a monk." 

"I'm not," Nick replied glumly. "And this conversation is over."

"You are," his friend droned on. "So why don't you do something about it. She's right in front of you, man, and even living in your apartment. You won't get a better chance than this to win her over."

"What? Who told you about that?"

"No one needed to. Even a blind man could have noticed it by now. You're so hot for her you can barely watch the game. So, are you going to do something about it or not?"

"Not," Nick said between clenched teeth's and stared at the game, trying to ignore what his friend was saying.

"Why not? Are you afraid of what Jeff would say if he found out?"

"He would kill me -- really slowly -- with the bluntest knife he could find."

"No, he wouldn't."

"No?" Nick stared at Rob in bewilderment. Maybe he knew something that Nick didn't know concerning Jeff's feelings in this matter.

"He would castrate you first -- with a scalpel," Rob laughed loudly.

"Very funny. And you're supposed to be my buddy. Thanks a lot."

"I'm just kidding. I'm sure Jeff would be very pleased. Why else would he place you right in front of his own sister and tell you to keep a close eye on her?"

"Perhaps because said sister is a pain in the ass and a born troublemaker."

"I heard that," Amy said loudly as she came in from the kitchen. She placed a bowl of crisps in front of the men and stepped hard on Nick toes as she left the living room. 

"Ouch!" he yelled as he glared after her. "Don't forget spiteful," he added to her back.

"Tsk, tsk. Lover's quarrels," Rob said between mouthfuls as he dug into the crisps. "I suggest you just take my advice and be done with it," Rob continued. 

"And you promise to be a good doctor and stitch up what's left of me when Jeff returns in a few months, is that it?"

"Something like that," Rob smiled, meeting Nick's angry stare.

"All right, guys. I'm off. See you later, Nick. Nice meeting you, Rob," Amy said smilingly as she stood in the doorway putting on her jacket. 

"And where are you going?" Nick asked in his best interrogation tone.

"Lay off, Nick. I already have a brother, so don't bother."

"And while he's off playing Darwin, I'm stuck here doing his job. So, where are you going, and with whom?" 

"Always the interrogator, eh? And what will you do when I refuse to answer? Put me in a cell and let me think it over? Or are you two planning on doing the good-cop-bad-cop routine?" Amy glared at Nick.

"Don't count me in on this," Rob intervened smilingly. "I haven't said a thing."

"Good for you," Amy said sarcastically. "All right, I'll relent and confess right now. Not that it's any of your business, Nick, but I'm going to meet the girls at a café downtown."

"Which café? If it's a bad neighbourhood, I'll drive you." 

"What for?"

"I have a gun and a badge."

"So? And what would you do with those?" Amy asked defiantly. "Shove them in the bad guys' faces before you shoot the doorman or any other innocent bystander, perhaps?" She just glared at him, before turning her back and walking off. "Bye, Rob," she said and waved.

"Now, wait a minute," Nick said and jumped up and followed her into the hallway. "Amy, wait up! Just promise you'll be careful, and just give me a ring if you need me to pick you up, will you?"

"All right, all right. I'll call you if I meet anyone spooky and feel the need for police protection. Good night," she said before the door slammed behind her.

"Man, you two really need to get laid. And soon. You're practically sparkling with need. Consider it the doctor's order," Rob chuckled behind Nick as he stood looking at the closed door.

***

"So, what is this rumour I hear about you moving in with the hot cop?" Zelma asked as soon as Amy sat down beside her.

"It's no rumour. I'm sleeping on his coach in a spare bedroom."

"His coach? Why not in his bed?"

"It was already occupied," Amy glared at Zelma. "Although he did offer to share it," she had to admit.

"And you declined? What is wrong with you, girl? To pass up an opportunity like that? Me, I would have jumped him right there and then. That guy is really hot material."

"Of course I declined. I don't find him as hot as you do, obviously. He probably snores, as well. But why don't you go for him yourself, Zelma, if you like him that much?"

Zelma just sputtered something unintelligible, and Tess said with her usual calm voice. "Of course he's hot. Where are your eyes, darling? Besides, he seems to think you're just as hot, so there's definitely a chance there."

"Well, I see him almost as a brother, to be frank." 

"What?" the girls said at the same time.

"Yes, well, we almost grew up together with him being best friend of my brother and all. So, I've come to think of him as more of a brother than a potential boyfriend. Besides, he can be really annoying once he decides to. Even Jeff is easier to be around."

"Oh boy," Tess said exasperated. "You really need to check those eyes, darling. He's definitely nothing like that geeky brother of yours. Damn it, the man is pure strength and masculinity. And he practically oozes sex. Any other woman would attack him head on just by him glancing in her direction. You really need to wake up, girl." 

Amy just ignored the bait and after a small break Zelma finally steered the discussion in another direction. 

"Tell us about that fire at your place instead. Is your apartment salvageable or do you need a new place to stay?"

Amy was relieved by the change of subject. "No, only the stove was ruined, but I need to clean up the mess then firemen created. Not to mention the broken door."

"What door?"

"The door Nick knocked down when entering my apartment." 

"Wow. He actually broke down your door to rescue you?" Tess asked exasperatedly. Amy nodded slightly and a collective sigh was heard from her two friends.

"Oh my, I want a shining knight to come and rescue me too. I'm so envious," Zelma prodded on.

"No reason to. He used the next few hours screaming at me for being a complete nutcase and making his babysitting duties being worse than catching murderers. Very unmanly, if you ask me. Reminded me too much of Jeff, by the way."

"Look, Missy. There's nothing wrong with that brother of yours, he's hot enough in his own way, but compared to Nick he's practically boring," Tess shot in.

"Thanks, I'll remember to mention it to Jeff when next I speak with him. I'm sure he would appreciate the comparison," Amy said chuckling. The girls didn't seemed to able to let the subject go this evening. Oh well, they would tire in the end, Amy hoped.

"How did that fire get started in the first place? You weren't writing any of those erotic stories of yours again, were you?" Zelma prodded on.

"I...uh...well...I was. And my dinner was dry boiled into something unrecognisable," Amy admitted blushingly.

"Damn girl. You have to keep awake as well, not trying to kill yourself."

"Don't start you as well, Zelma. I've already heard the lesson from Nick."

"Damn, you need to practice, not writing the theory. Let Nick wipe out a more important fire for you."

"He didn't wipe out any fire. I did it myself, actually. I had full control when he came barging in, firing out orders and almost carrying me from the room. He even found a carpenter to fix my door, but the guy can't be any good since he has spent an entire week doing nothing."

"So in the meantime you're stuck in Nick's company, is that it?" Amy just nodded and Zelma murmured something resembling "Lucky you!"

"Yes, lucky me get to see his grumpy expression at both breakfast and dinner. I've never met a more surly man than Nick when he has just awoken from his beauty sleep -- that is, when he's not so annoyingly cheerful you can puke." 

"Perhaps, he's grumpy for a reason," Zelma suggested. "Look, I know he's got the hots for you. He even turned me down, you know."

"He did? You haven't mentioned any of this before?"

"Yep, he told me very nicely how he wasn't interested and all. Not something a girl likes to brag about. It was quite shattering to my ego, let me tell you. Anyway, I figured out that he was already interested in someone else, and noticing how he stared at you the other day, I can safely say you're the one he's interested in."

"Sure, for the next quick fuck and then it's over," Amy interceded. "I don't want to be another one-night-stand. If I'm to get a man, I want to find one I can keep for a long-term relationship -- like a couple of weeks, until I tire of him."

"Who says you will tire of him? Wear him out is more likely," Tess laughed as she bumped Amy's shoulder. 

"Anyway, what I meant was that perhaps he's so hot and bothered for you he doesn't sleep very well?" Zelma prodded on.

"Yes, sure. Any man that comes my way can't help himself in getting blueballs over me. Reality-check, Zelma. The only thing bothering the man is probably the fact that Jeff asked him to keep an eye out for me while Jeff was away travelling, and now Nick is sick and tired of it. There's nothing else to it."

"Then why don't you try to seduce him and see what happens? I bet you're in for a surprise. You can pay me back in chocolates, by the way."

"For what?"

"For giving such sound advice about which man to jump."

"Well thanks, Zelma, but I definitely don't think he's quite in my league. He scares the shit out of me sometimes." 

"Well, maybe it's about time you start practising real sex instead of wallowing in those fantasies of yours. The real thing is so much better than the erotica." 

"Hah, in writing the man can always come out a decent fellow, while in real life he's more often than not a complete jerk."

"Really, girl. You need to test-drive a few more men and then you just might change your mind," Tess intervened. 

"Sure, but maybe I should consider a newer model then? I hear younger men are much more athletic when it comes to bed sport." 

"And more likely to erupt long before they should," Zelma shot in. "No, I would rather go for the young but experienced man -- just like that neighbour of yours." 

"How can I know he's experienced? I've never seen him with a woman in the last couple of years. Maybe he's simply out of training? What then? Might as well stay home and wear out my dildo, I would say."

"You're just impossible," Tess argued. "Although I would agree that the dildo has some clear advantages," she said and gave them a slight wink. 

"What advantages? No talk and always up for it?" Zelma asked jokingly.

"Something like that, yes. However did women survive before the dildo was invented?

"I suppose they found a substitute," Zelma explained and held her index finger up in the air, making them all burst into a heartfelt laughter that caused many of the other occupants to turn and stare to find out what was so funny.



Temptation Ch. 05



To readers who find excitement in reading the build-up of sexual tension before the real thing happens this series, I hope, would be an interesting read. 

***

As expected, my coming home on a Saturday, the day after my date with my 19-year old son was, to say the least, stormy. How could it be not when I didn't bother to inform my husband Mark of my whereabouts the whole night and, worse, with my cell phone shut-off? Since it was all my fault, and deliberate at that, I didn't lift a finger to repel his rage.

I absorbed everything that was expelled from his raging chest except to tell him the lie that I was carried away by the fun I had with an all-female group. He wouldn't suspect me of having a lover as he hadn't heard of any, thanks to Bryan, my father. Moreover, Mark didn't have any previous suspicion at all since Albert, our son, left home to work and to go on his own. After all, I had been a dutiful wife to him.

My mind, however, overflowed with guilt for being unfaithful to my husband. Worse, with my own son-his son. But even if my sense of morality compelled me to feel greater remorse for what I had done, for a deeper sense of betrayal and guilt, as strange as it may seem, I didn't. To be honest, not only did I enjoy sex with my son, I also felt a greater bond with him, as a result.

When all the smoke had cleared, my husband and I returned to our usual marital life. We had sex too, and satisfactory at that, although the feel of it was not as thunderous as what I had with a young lover, my son. Whenever Mark and I had sex I couldn't help but think of it as a form of making up for my unfaithfulness to him. 

***

Albert continued to communicate with us through emails. At times, he phoned me whenever he knew that his dad was out of the house and at work. When I told him that his grandpa once came over to visit, he was jealous and furious.

He asked me too many questions. Did Bryan hold and kiss my hand, did he dance with me and attach his legs with mine, did we go out for dinner and so on. I couldn't help laughing out loud and feel flattered with his jealousy. Truth is, Bryan was well behaved and had been keeping up with his promise to keep just to the two of us whatever he knew about me and Albert.

The next time my son phoned me I decided to cast a joke at him as a way of letting him know about Bryan's secret. 

"Sweetie, now I know that you inherited your fetish from your grandpa."

"Why'd you say that, Mom?"

"He too have that fetish. Only, you have different ways."

"What ways?"

"You have the habit of raiding my laundry hamper. He borrows my robe, asking me directly for it, after I take it off to change."

"To take it home with him?"

"Nope. Just for a few minutes in the bathroom saying that he'd use it before showering."

"That fucking old gheezer!"

"Calm down, sweetie. I can't refuse him. Not for anything else but for the two of us."

"I don't understand that, Mom."

"He knew about us even before you left home to work. I'll tell you the details the next time we meet."

"Okay, Mom, meet we will. I'll teach that old gheezer how not to blackmail my mother. I'll call up later."

He didn't suggest a place to meet as he hurriedly hanged up. I neither thought nor anticipated that he'd take my joke seriously. The next day, he phoned me to say that he filed for an emergency leave of absence for a week. He asked for my permission and his dad's too to stay in his former room.

***

Our son arrived at his old home as scheduled. He timed his arrival when his dad was at home as he thought it proper. He carried his stuff to his former room before we spent 2 hours on social greetings, dinner, wine and story telling. 

If not for certain involuntary glances and occassional calf to calf footsie we played down under, as I sat cross-legged across him at the dinner table, our son's coming home would have looked like a family reunion. On certain aspects it really was. When finally the booze was taking its toll on us, especially to Mark, we decided to call it a day.

My son and I went ahead as his dad dropped by the study for some stuff. As we reached our adjacent doors we inevitably glanced at each other. Albert stepped nearer, pinned me by the wall and covered my mouth with his. Though I was hungry for the kiss I tore off my mouth from his as quickly as I could, although it was so hard for me to go against my own excitement.

"Ummpphh, aahhh...we...we have to be careful." It was me, breathing out the words, staring at him before throwing my glance at the stairway.

"I know. I just, missed you?"

"So did I. Let's just, wait for tomorrow, when we are...he is coming now."

We quickly disengaged as the slam of the study room door sounded. We both rushed inside our respective bedrooms, our loins on fire.

***

My husband was already in deep sleep while I continued rolling in bed as I could not catch it. I knew Albert was awake too, hoping that his mother would come out of the bedroom. Yes, my loins were longing for fulfillment but I thought it was too risky to go out of my bedroom at that tense hour. 

It already happened once before with the same setting. Although Mark did not see us in the act the suspicion was there. If it would happen again this time he would no longer hesitate to think the unthinkable.

My body heat was simmering and could reach fever-pitch anytime soon so I decided to get out of bed. After stripping I slipped in my long robe to cover my naked body, pulled the flaps together tightly and thought of going out of the bedroom. Fear, however, stopped me right on my tracks.

Albert could be heard going in and out of his bedroom. If I dared open my door at any moment on that tense night, me and my son would instantly copulate like untamed animals. I had no doubt about that. Because of the high risk of getting caught, the other part of me forced me to stay put within the safe confines of our bedroom.

A bitch in heat was what I was that night. Naked beneath my robe I wandered around the bedroom longing for a penetration. The bitch in me so wanted to go out and copulate with my grown-up pup who was just outside the door, waiting to fuck the mother that bore him. Again, I was stopped from opening my door, this time by whatever sanity was left in my human brain. 

I stood there, a few feet away from the door, fronting it and wanting to open it but could not muster enough strength to do it. While standing there like a statue, a sudden unexpected occurrence made me feel as if my heart leaped out of my chest, causing me to sound a loud gasp. The door slowly opened by itself. 

The room was dark but rays from street lights piercing through the windows made the bedroom door visible. As its slow "automatic" opening reached halfway, Albert appeared. He stood there half naked, looking like an Adonis in briefs, facing his surrogate mom, Aphrodite. We stared at one another, wordless and breathing hard. As he inched nearer, our stares would not break. 

My breathing turned heavier when we stood face to face. It was the only sound in the quiet bedroom. Still wordless, he extended his right hand as if offering to take my left. My hand complied. Slowly, it reached up to accept his and, in no time, he was holding my hand. 

As he led me slowly out of the bedroom my other hand clasped at my robe to cover my naked body beneath it, as if to fake my descency. As we quietly moved away I looked over my shoulder. Mark was snoring with his back to us. 

Our scorching passion never cared of the danger lurking around. The bedroom door had barely closed when me and my son rushed into each others arms. Before we could pause to inch ourselves to a safer spot, our mouths were deeply engrossed in a torrid kissing spree, a kind of kissing that would put to shame the roughest of kissing scenes in Hollywood movies.

The kissing was so intense that I could almost feel steam rising out of our glued faces. Our locked open mouths would break apart for a few seconds to feed our lungs after which the sucking of tongues and the licking of faces, ears, necks and shoulders would resume.

With my robe slid-down my shoulders my son rained blazing kisses at my torso with his palm cupping my ass over my silk gown. His mouth would work its way down from my face and neck to my shoulders and breasts, lap at at my nipples, down to my belly button then back to my mouth to devour my tongue. All the while his hand would not stop feasting on my squirming ass.

The next time we broke the rough kissing to catch our breaths we managed to gasp breathy words. His hardness was still strongly piercing at my belly as he held my uneasy ass over my robe.

"Honey, let's, aahhh, not do it tonight. There is, aahhh, still tomorrow where, aahhh, we can be all alone."

"I know it, Mom. But apart from tomorrow, I can't last the night, without having you."

"It's, aahhh, too dangerous. We may, ahhh, get killed and, aahhh..."

He covered my opened mouth with his to stop me from gasping for more words. Without breaking the kiss he led me away then pinned me by the side of an empty built-in cabinet about 20 feet away from the bedroom door. 

We resumed the torrid kissing and biting as our uninhibited passion could not be tamed even by the most dangerous of dangers. I was biting his ear as he was devouring my bare shoulder when he positioned to penetrate me, standing.

"Noooh...please, let's just, aahhh, kiss. Let's wait, aahhh, aahhh, ohhh my God! Aahhh!"

"Can't...wait for tomorrow...huhhh, huhhh!"

My womanhood was so wet and well-lubricated that Albert was virtually effortless in penetrating the insides of his mother. As his strong thrusts went deeper my face dropped to rest on his shoulder, biting it to suppress my cries of ecstasy.

His hips were working up at me with such youthful vigor that my clit was blazing under the hammering of his pelvis. When his finger penetrated my ass hole from beneath my robe, my pelvis rotated uncontrollably, arching my back and skewering myself on his hard shaft though it was already deep inside my belly. We lurched and twisted in a frantic race for climax.

At that moment I no longer cared whether or not Mark had risen from bed to find his wife getting fucked by his son in wild abandon. I cared only about hell getting fucked out of me. 

"God, I think, I'm ... I'm ... Oh, God, yes, I'm going to come!" I was breathing out the words into his ear. "I'm coming!"

"I'm...I'm coming soon too, Mom! Huuhhh, huuhhh, huuhhh!"

I exploded standing as we continued pumping, gasping and jerking. At that moment of ecstasy I had the feeling that Mark was watching us, could be holding on to his rage and, at any moment, was about to lunge at us for the kill. But my legs continued to jerk about obscenely as my helpess orgasm continued unabated. 

I felt my son's phallus ramming my insides to a depth I tried to increase by frantically writhing my impaled ass. His prick jerked, thrilling my intestinal walls with his youthful lunges. His raging sperms spurted into my tissues with a force that made my whole body convulse in a second ecstatic climax that thundered from deep within my pussy.

"Ohhh, God...don't...stop! I'm...still coming!"

"Mom, you're so tight. You're such...a sex goddess. Huuhhh"

Our connected bodies continued to shake and jerk until our orgasms started to subside. Our muscles relaxed as we stood limply, our disconnected bodies still entwined in each other's arms, panting and perspiring in the exhausting aftermath of a wild incestuous union. 

"Aahhh...Aahhh! My God!"

"Haahhh!" 

Only when our senses began returning did the thought of Mark's presence shot back into my head. Gasping before twisting my head towards the dark. I saw no one watching us. But it was dark and my vision couldn't be that accurate. 

He could be somewhere deep in the dark waiting for the right moment to kill. With that thought me and my son hurriedly disengaged from each other's arms. 

Holding on to my messy gown that was about to drop from my thoroughly fucked body, I tip-toed into my bedroom, my ass still doing spasms resulting from post coital sensuality.

I slowly opened the door and, thanks to Satan, Mark was still asleep. How could I say, "thanks to God" after committing this same sin for the umpteenth time?

Could it be that Mark was just feigning sleep after watching us in the dark twisting and jerking in ecstacy? That was playing in mind because he was not snoring as I rushed to the bathroom.

***

I was back in bed with him but Mark still was not snoring. My heart was beating fast because of fear and apprehansion. Worse, the bitch in me had not gone away. The powerful incestuous passion still raged in my belly. 

I got out of bed, took another robe to shield my pantied only body then quietly went out of the bedroom, not to meet my son but to spy on Mark if indeed he was awake. It would sound weird that it was me doing the spying this time but that's how it was. I sat alone in the darkened living room waiting if Mark would get out of bed looking for me or trying to get us caught in the act, "again." 

But if he indeed saw us why didn't he lunge at us? With the kind of Mark's person he surely would do it. But then, the fact that he wasn't snoring for a continuous period was puzzling too. He could be awake and that was very probable. 

Could it be that he enjoyed watching Albert breed his mother? That also played in my mind but I dismissed it. My husband was not that kind of man.

As I pieced together the puzzle bothering me a sudden loud gasp escaped my mouth forcing me to use my palm to cover it if only to squelch any further sound. A slow creeking sound was heard from upstairs. As it was a quiet night the creeking sounded clearly.

I had prepared myself for a tempestuous confrontation so I just sat there waiting for my husband. To my big surprise it was Albert coming down. He was not half-naked this time but was in his casual shorts and shirt. He didn't know that I was there thus making him stop right in his tracks when he noticed that someone was in the dark.

"Sheesh, Mom, you scared me. I thought it was a thief."

"I'm making sure that your dad was not awake watching us earlier. He has not been snoring since I tip-toed back into our room. That's unusual and it puzzles me." 

"Calm down, Mom, he has been sleeping till now and that's it."

"I have to be sure before my nerves can calm down." I stood up, clasped my robe flaps together to cover whatever was left of my descency and swayed towards the counter. Albert surprised me when he was suddenly on my path, wordless and just staring at me. In a matter of moments, our bodies were locked in a tight embrace, my arms wrapped around his neck, his cupping my ass as always. He really seemed fascinated with the spasms of his mother's swelling ass. I moaned as he pulled me closer against his rapidly expanding cock. 

Our lips met and we kissed roughly and furiously. My tongue slipped into his mouth, and soon we were like mad animals trying to devour each other's' hot, wet tongues. I was panting and moaning, and he was grinding his hips against my pantied crotch. He reached up with one hand to grab onto one of my tits. I pulled my mouth from his and groaned.

After what seemed like hours of kissing and licking, we paused for a moment. Breathing hard into each other's faces we stared at one another before resuming the kind of torrid kissing that would make Sharon Stone lose her acting job. All the while he hadn't stopped rubbing my spasming ass.

His hand moved up to my waist as he pulled me around until my ass fell into the couch. He positioned himself beside and we sat down facing each other, he on my left. We locked stares for a moment before we slowly leaned in and went at it again. 

As we continued making out passionately, I ran my hands up his youthful arms and to his muscular shoulders. I kissed him with more aggression as his young body felt so powerful against my firm tits. 

With a powerful tug at my rib cage, Albert lifted me up against him and dropped my pantied ass in his lap putting my tits at his eye level as I faced him. It was then when I felt in my bottom the enormous bulge in his shorts. 

"Honey, aahhh, aren't you worried at all that your dad may be, aahhh, watching us?"

"If we get caught, we get caught. I just can't stop myself tonight."

"We still have tomorrow and, aahhh, more days after. If we get caught tonight it will put everything to an end, probably including our, aahhh...lives." 

"You're such a sexy mother. The thought alone is so powerful. I can't wait, Mom."

I leaned down to face him, clasped tightly at his hair and kissed him with such passion forcing his face to tilt up and get completely covered with brown hair. The mouth lock lasted for so long that our lungs cried out for attention but were ignored until a creeking sound was heard from upstairs. Instantly, my senses took over.

"Umpphhwaaahh, aaahhhh, my God! he will...see us," breathing it out as I lifted my face from his then immediately throwing my glance at the stairway. I jumped up from his lap, hurriedly putting back my robe over my shoulders and clasped tightly at it. Thanks heaven I still had my panties on although I knew that my hair was disheveled and mussed. 

Albert stayed in his seat but was restless because of the hard-on tenting his shorts. I had to immediately come to his rescue. I grabbed an afghan from a nearby seat and threw it at him to use.

Clasping at my robe I walked towards the counter pretending to pour drinks. I quickly offered a glass to Albert and we both quickly pretended to sip.

Moments passed and my husband was nowhere around near us. Perhaps, I thought, he was trying to locate me or us upstairs by eavesdropping for noises at our son's bedroom and at the spare room. 

Whatever, I quietly ran upstairs leaving my son behind, his insistent hard on still bothering him. 

"Stay here, honey."

"Careful, Mom, it's dark."

True to my thoughts Mark was not in the bedroom when I quietly tip-toed in. I heaved a sigh of relief before walking into the safety of the bathroom. Outracing him to our bedroom made me feel safe. When I come out I'd have all the replies to his interrogation, or so I thought.



Temptation Ch. 06



Later that evening, Amy tried her best to close the front door as carefully as she could. Hoping Nick would sleep tightly. That was the problem with sharing quarters. She felt as if she was back at the dorm again, tiptoeing whenever she felt like having a late night out with the girls. She chuckled softly of the thought of resembling a teenager who had to sneak past her parent's bedroom in the middle of the night to avoid a quarrel. 

If only she could get a hold on that damn handyman that was supposed to install the new door to her apartment. Talk about a lazy fellow. She would never use that company again, even though Nick had recommended them highly. Oh well, perhaps tomorrow her door would arrive and she wouldn't have to continue all this tiptoeing around her brother's best friend. That would indeed be a happy day, she smiled as she walked toward the darkened kitchen. 

"Ouch," she yelled as her foot hit something heavy lying on the floor that should never have been there. "Bloody hell," she snarled as she jumped around on one foot holding her hands around the offended body part, trying to discover whether her toes were still connected to her body or not. "Oh god," she groaned as she hit another mysterious but similar hard object and fell down on the carpet -- both feet feeling as if she would never be able to stand up again.

"What is all this ruckus?" Nick grumbled from somewhere above her. The lights were turned on and she could see a half naked god staring down at her. 

"Oh-my-god," she mumbled quietly as she tried to collect her thoughts. The pain had vanished and she was practically salivating over the half-naked body so close to her. Every detail of his well trained torso highlighted by the warm light evaporating into the room. 

His chest was bare, and his lower body was only covered by some washed-up jeans, hanging low on his hips and barely fastened at the front. His belt was open and simply hung from the loops in his jeans. She stared at the smooth skin on his muscled chest and watched the warm temptation disappear beneath his jeans, as she anticipating what pleasures could be found underneath the fabric. For once she longed to be a pair of well-worn jeans instead of another human being.

"What are you doing?" the god finally asked in a grumpy voice that clearly ruined the mood. "Are you trying to awaken the entire house with your slamming or have you started another fire perhaps?"

His harsh voice made her start concentrating again. He wasn't a god. Not even a half-god. Only the bad-tempered brother-substitute who took his pleasures in plaguing her. 

Her temper stirred in response to his anger and she snarled at him. "No, I'm not. But some clout laid out booby traps in the hallway, just to make sure I broke an ankle. Are you afraid of being attacked in your sleep perhaps?"

"What? What are you talking about?"

"All this stuff lying about. It wasn't here earlier this evening, so you probably laid the traps out on purpose."

"Ah, and then I just lay in wait for you to trample in and ruin my sleep at two in the morning? Look, Missy, some of us have regular jobs, you know, and we value our sleep. Besides, what have you been doing out at this ungodly hour?"

"Don't even ask, Nick. It's none of your business."

"Sure it is." He folded his arms over his muscled chest and put on his most haughty tone as his flexing muscles backed up his arrogance. "You're my responsibility now that your brother is not around, and I know you have this tendency of getting into all kinds of trouble."

"All right," Amy glared at him, while she got up on her feet again. The creep weren't giving her any help at all, just continued staring haughtily at her as if she was recalcitrant child that needed to be taught how to behave, or simply given a good example. Well, she was not having any more of his high-handed morality. 

She put on a pout and said sweetly. "Are you sure you want all the details, Nick?" 

"Huh?" he was puzzled by her abrupt change in attitude.

"I mean, absolutely all the gory details?"

"What have you been up to?" he said icily.

"Nick, dearest, just remember to keep calm. We can't have that blood pressure boiling off the top all the time. It simply isn't good for your health, you know." 

He just glared at her.

"All right, so I was at this bar, and there I noticed these hotties."

"Hotties?" 

"Yes, you know, some really hot men with their cocks on display. Oh, you know the kind."

"What are you talking about?

"You wanted to know what I've been doing, wasn't that so? Anyway," she droned on, "we had some dances and some drinks and since one thing generally leads to another, we finished off by having some really wild sex in the backroom."

"What?"

"Yes, of course. I always have sex on the first date."

"You and the hottie?" Nick asked slowly.

"But, Nick? Are you paying attention or not? I said hotties, didn't I? Of course there was more than one. I always go for group sex, that's my favourite position. And these two men were so irresistible I simply couldn't help myself."

Nick just gulped as he stared at her in bewilderment.

Success, Amy thought. Now she was ready for the kill. "Oh yes. And we tried out several positions but I thought the ass man was a bit quick so I dumped them both after a few fucks and went home."

"What?" Nick shouted loudly. "Are you joking or something?"

"No, of course not. But don't worry, we did use condoms. Even worked our way through an entire package, we did. So, you just be a good sport and remind me to buy some new ones in the morning, will you?" She gave up a big yawn, before continuing. "Oh well, right now I need a quick snack and then I'm off to bed. I'm really tired. It's nothing like some good and hard sex to make you feel sleepy, or wouldn't you agree? Good night, Nick," Amy concluded and went passed him into the kitchen. 

That seemed to awaken him from his trance and he quickly grabbed a hold of her as she passed him and held her tightly to him as he glared at her. 

"Look, Missy, we need to have a small discussion about your nightly habits." 

"What for?" She glared at his hand holding her tightly to him, making her feel his warmth seep through her clothes." Let go of me, you creep," she snarled at him.

Instead he pushed her backwards and she could feel her back hit the wall behind her. He still kept coming closer, forcing her to lift her head as he towered above her. He moved his foot slightly forward and pushed his leg between hers and continued lifting it toward her centre. She tried to get away but he held her tightly and continued to raise his leg between hers, trapping her efficiently. 

Hitting her centre she could feel the heat from his thigh and she felt a gasp being forced from her mouth. She stood on tiptoes but still his heat came closer, closing in on her and forcing her to stand still while he raised his hands and placed them on either side of her head against the wall. 

Her breath hitched as she felt his face coming nearer, his stubble scratching against her cheek as he rubbed his cheek slowly against hers. She held her breath as in anticipation of what he would do next. This man was nowhere near the usual calm facade of the Nick she knew. Now he resembled more the policeman she had often been unnerved by. 

"Tell me about this orgy of yours again?" Nick asked smoothly as he slowly rubbed his thigh against her vee of her thighs. She felt her body slowly moisten to his touch and the dominance he was displaying so efficiently and she started to worry that he might notice how moist she was getting.

"There weren't any orgy," Amy admitted.

"No? But you just gave me graphic details about it."

"Do I smell as if I've been in an orgy, perhaps?" Amy asked icily.

He bent his head closer to her breast and inhaled her scent. Her heartbeat jumped at the sound of his breath against her throat. If only he would kiss her right there instead of playing this strange game. She felt her body moisten more by the sheer fantasy of him kissing her into submission.

"No, you smell of roses, not male sweat or semen. But one can never be sure. I think I need to verify this with more certainty."

"Hmm?" she murmured as she was lost in looking at his warm skin so close to her own. His powerful chest was right in front of her lips. If she only bent a little forward she could taste him, she thought. She smelled his cologne singing in her brain. A manly scent but filled with freshness. 

An attractive male's scent. She wondered if he would taste the same of she kissed his skin. What would the texture of his skin be? He looked smooth, but the hard muscles would probably feel hard to her touch. 

She felt as if she was trapped in a daze, and was softly directed to some unknown pleasure she had only experienced in dreams. She inhaled deeply and she was practically salivating and was ready to jump him as he suddenly moved away and quickly turned her around and had her facing the wall instead. He kicked her feet apart and bent her arms above her head and against the wall as if she was a common criminal he was arresting. 

"What are you doing?" she gasped at the sudden change of events. She felt his hands move methodically around her upper body before venturing downwards, moving his hands into all the folds in her clothes before moving down her body. Groping between her legs, she gasped, but he quickly moved further down her legs, feeling her legs down to her ankle before doing the same to her other leg.

"Nick!" she protested. 

"No, you're clean," he said with professionalism she longed to trample on. He was treating her as one of his common criminals. The creep. 

He scammed through the contents of her pockets. "No condoms here," he concluded.

"Of course not. I did say we used them all, didn't I?" Amy said in a seething voice.

"No, you didn't," he replied.

"What do you know about these things? Of course we did. I know this might be hard to understand for someone as old and rheumatic as you," she continued with the bitchiest voice she could assemble, "but some of us can actually fuck several times in a row." 

He resolutely moved his hand around her waist and gripped her cunt through her clothes. She gasped loudly at the sudden impact of his warm hand against her aching centre. "Then how come your panties are still dry then?" 

"What?"

"If these guys were as hot as you say they were, your panties would be soaked through and your come would coat my fingers." Through her clothes she felt him stroke her clit in a slow and circular motion that made her catch her breath in several gulps. If he kept this up he would surely feel her panties getting wet, she thought as she felt her body heating to his touch -- even though her mind tried to conquer the feeling. She could not think this creep to be sexually interesting, but her body didn't seem to grasp the logic of that assessment.

"All right, all right. I lied to you, Nick. There never was any orgy. I went to a coffee shop with Zelma and Tess, and all we did was talk." 

"Sure, so the orgy talk was just to ruin my sleep, right?" he asked as he continued stroking her clit through her clothes. Her breath was becoming more erratic. He sounded as calm as ever as if he wasn't even aware of fondling her body so intimately.

"Nick," she gasped. "You need to stop this."

"Hmm, why? You mean you don't like it?" 

She blushed as she felt another load of moistness creating in her cunt and feeling her panties getting wetter. That meant his fingers must be coated, as well. Oh god, how embarrassing, she thought and she tried to wiggle her body away from his grip. His response was to tighten his grip even further and she felt deliciously helpless as he continued stroking her hungry flesh. 

She felt her body starting to float, held up by the sheer pleasure surging through her veins, aching for him to touch her harder. To stroke her clit with more determination. She spread her legs a little further in order to allow him better access, before arching her back slightly. 

Suddenly she noticed a hard presence pushing into her back. His cock, she thought. He was aroused, it seemed. She felt his cock make a small jerking motion as a response to her gasp. She felt the hard presence increase even further and she longed to touch him more intimately. 

She wondered how large he had become and if he would push his cock inside of her and douse the flames that were invading her body. But still he held her arms against the wall as she enveloped in the feeling of helplessness and she found herself feeling aroused by the knowledge of not being able to stop him from pleasuring her. 

Unable to resist any longer, she pushed her cunt against his fingers, trying to make him touch her harder, to make her come in his hand. She felt his body coming closer and her entire back was warmed by his warm and half-naked body surrounding hers with his heat and male cologne. 

"You like it, don't you?" he murmured silkily into her ear. She dared not respond, else the magic would disappear and she would awaken in her lonely bed. All she could do was arch her body against his, trying to feel him as close as possible without having him inside of her. 

Suddenly he stopped stroking her cunt. Just stood completely still. His hard cock still felt as insistently as ever against her backside but his large hands held immobile against her cunt.

"What?" she groaned. Half awakening from the trance he had put her in. "Don't stop now," she begged.

He chuckled in her ear. "So you do like it? Well, say what you want out loud and I'll give it to you. Otherwise this is where we leave off."

"What?" He couldn't leave her hanging like this, she thought. He would never be that evil, could he? But she felt her panic arisen as he eased his grip around her cunt and started to move away from her.

"Stop," she said panicky. "Don't go. I want you to continue."

"Continue what? Say it and you'll get it."

"I want you to rub my clit," she said heatedly. He came closer and his hand moved around her hip again and circled her clit one more time, before continuing stroking her very centre. She moaned as he hit the right spot and she spread her legs to give him easier access. He chuckled but she didn't care what he thought or said as long as he didn't stop. Arching her back she leaned against his naked chest, trying to keep him as close as possible as he continued his slow stroking of her aching clit. 

As she felt her release coming on, her breathing increased and she felt herself coming closer and closer.

She moaned aloud as he continued stroking her, before moving his hands away from her clit, and stroking her thighs instead.

"More," she gasped. "Give me more."

"My pleasure," Nick replied and moved his hand back to her clit. Her panties were completely soaked in her own juices and she wanted to rip off her clothes and let him pleasure her naked flesh instead. But the effort of moving right now was too much. Instead she grabbed a hold of his hand that was pleasuring her and held on tightly to him as he suddenly started to rub her harder and with more accuracy. 

Very soon she was screaming out her pleasure as release poured through her body and every part of her body felt like singing in joy as she felt her body getting limp. She held on to Nick's arm and sagged against the wall. Her legs unable to keep her standing any longer. 

Nick placed one arm behind her knees and lifted her up.

"What?" she asked in a daze. "Where are you taking me?"

"To bed," Nick whispered, and she mumbled her thanks. 

Little did she realise it was her own bed he meant, before he carried her to her temporary bed and covered her limp body with blankets and returning to his own bedroom. But in her present dazed state all she did was make a frown before falling into a deep and reviving sleep. 

***

The next morning, Nick had already left the apartment when Amy awoke. Damn the man. What was going on here? Not that she didn't feel awkward about seeing him after their sexual encounter last night. In fact, she had been worried sick about how she should appear in front of him, and finally concluded that she would try to act as if it had never happened. And now the man had vanished into thin air, leaving her thinking only about him and what he thought about her. Maybe he thought she was too easy, too forward. Naw, that couldn't be it. Or could it?

"Argh," she groaned aloud. This was not working out. She was not going to let this irritating 'gentleman' get away with this. Why couldn't he simply have gotten his own release as well, not just concentrated on giving her one of the best masturbation session of her life? He was far too noble for her taste. And now she spent too much time thinking about him, and he wasn't around to appreciate her effort either.

Maybe he just wasn't interested? Sure, and that hard-on had been a fantasy, right? No, he was definitely interested. At least, he was sort of interested, but perhaps not enough. She spilled her coffee onto the floor. 

"Damn it. Not again," she groaned. Nick would start thinking she was always this clumsy if she continued spilling food on his floor every time she had her breakfast.

No, it was time for some serious reconsideration. He had pleasured her against a wall at 2 on the morning, and she had enjoyed it immensely. Now she just had to figure out what to do now? 

First, did she want him? Yes, definitely. If only for a few nights of hot and sweaty mad core sex. Secondly, how did she want him? Naked, stretched out on his bed, preferably, but naked would do just fine. Oh well, perhaps aroused, as well, if she had the opportunity to choose from the top shelf. Yes, he would definitely have to be aroused, or quickly get to that state. 

She looked down and noticed that the spoons of sugar she had poured had simply missed her coffee and landed on the table instead. Oh, for god's sake. When did she become this clumsy new person? It was Nick's fault altogether. Him and that broadly muscled chest of his. His tanned arms and inviting smile, and....crash...she looked down to see the entire mug had gone crashing to the floor. 

Oops, Amy thought as she stared down at the pieces. That settled it. No more food before she had her plan set. And she knew just the way to do it. 



Temptation Ch. 07



"Hey, Missy," Nick shouted as Amy was starting for the stairs heading up to Nick's apartment. She turned around as he came toward her. Now, the time was set. How should she act toward him? Would he think differently about her today, she wondered. 

"Good news," he said cheerfully. "Your door has been fixed."

"What?" What was so good about that, she wondered.

"So now you can move back into your apartment again," he continued in a weaker tone.

"I can?"

"Yes, wasn't that what you wanted after nagging about it the entire week?" he continued in a neutral voice. He sounded quite strange about it, as if he didn't want to show any feelings whatsoever. Well, if he tried to forget, she wasn't going to let him get away that easily. It was time to start the game, and this time she would end up on top.

"What a pity. I was even thinking about paying you back for last night. Well, there's no need for that now, is there?"

He just stared at her. Completely gobsmacked. "Paying me back?" he finally said in a choked voice.

"Yes, an eye for an eye, and all that. Or you did me a favour, now I'll do you one." 

"A favour? Is that what you call it?" his voice sounded a lot colder this time.

"Of course. My dildo was out of batteries so you actually did me a favour last night." 

"A favour," he grumbled while he trampled passed her and continued up the stairs without looking back to see whether she was following or not.

Grumpy fellow, Amy thought. What was wrong with him? Men were supposed to be casual about sex, weren't they?

***

The rest of the afternoon Amy moved all of her things back into her apartment again. Nick was clearly avoiding her, spending a lot of time in his room or sunk down in the coach in front of the TV. He was still as grumpy as she had ever seen him before. Poor Nick. And the evening wasn't over yet. He definitely had a surprise or two to look forward to. She only had to do some preparations first.

Right now it was time to start some dinner, as her stomach growled in protest. But before that, she had more important matters to attend to. Walking into her bedroom, she located the underwear she had saved for a particular occasion. And this was that occasion. The lacy wonder bra was perfect for her present mood with the bright red colour that portrayed her feeling of being a female on the prowl. The bra was matched by similar lacy hipsters that fit her perfectly. 

Next, she reached for a black-laced girdle and put on a silky pair of fishnet stockings. She felt as sexy as she had in ages and hoped that Nick would feel the same way. If not, he was blind, or dead, or would be really soon.

With regret she continued to cover the lace with a short shirt and a top which only concealed the most important portions but left most of her cleavage visible. She looked in the large mirror. Just perfect. She bent from her waist and noticed with satisfaction that the motion bared more than enough of her cleavage to prove interesting. 

At the same time, her girdle was slightly revealed. Perfect, she smiled to herself. The basic plan had been set. Now, she only lacked the topping: A pair of high heeled shoes and some earrings and she were ready to hunt males – or definitely ready to face one particular male and hopefully turn his evening into something quite out of the ordinary. 

"Preparation was, after all, the main key to success," she chuckled. 

Her stomach was growling again. Time to start the attack, and food was the best way to a man's heart – at least she had read it somewhere. Now it remained to be seen if the theory had some grounds. Her own kitchen was not up to the task yet, so she returned to Nick's apartment and started preparing some food.

"What are you doing?" she heard Nick shout as his voice was gradually coming closer to the kitchen.

"Preparing dinner," she said nonchalantly as she bent down to open the oven just as she heard him entering the kitchen. She heard a gasp being uttered, before a colourful oath was heard. 

She turned around and caught the sight of a spellbound Nick looking at her scarcely dressed body and taking in the sight of her cleavage. Slowly he managed to close his mouth again, and a fire was seen in his eyes before he looked her over.

"What's going on?" he asked. "And what's with the outfit?"

"Nothing," she tried nonchalantly.

"Try again," he sneered at her. "You going out or something, or just meeting a lover? Or is it lovers?"

"I haven't decided yet," she said enigmatically. "I just felt like wearing something different for a change." And she placed a few onions on the table, before bending down to grab a cutting board from the lower drawer.

"It's different, all right," Nick mumbled behind her, without sounding too happy about her sudden change in appearance. Poor man, she chuckled to herself.

"Oh, stop being such a grumpy fellow. Here, make yourself useful and cut these onions," she ordered.

Reluctantly he did as she asked as she made sure to position herself right behind him as she prepared the rest of then food. The cramped kitchen space made them brush against each other several times as she reached for a knife in front of him and handed him a few mushrooms to cut as well. 

She felt as if the temperature in the room had increased while she inhaled his scent and brushed her breasts against his back as she walked passed him. She thought she heard him take a sharp intake of breath as she walked passed him but she couldn't be sure. 

She placed herself beside him at the table and gave his crotch a quick sidelong glance. Oh yes, she thought triumphantly. Something good was definitely going on there. Relief and another more hungry feeling were starting in her body, as she felt her own reaction to his erection. 

She wanted this man, she thought. She just had to find out how she wanted him, and for how long. But she figured it was much more important to figure out how to get him, then to worry about the other two.

She opened the oven and placed all the ingredients on a baking tray, making sure to give Nick a good look underneath her dress at the same time. She bent even deeper and not even the bobbling from the dinner could drown the harsh breath she heard coming from her companion. 

She looked up and noticed his face had a strained expression as he held on tightly to the back of one of the chairs. His hands were whitening by the strain he seemed to be under. She gave him a smile as she dropped the ladle she was holding in her hand. It landed on the floor with a loud smack that seemed to penetrate the daze that was settling over her.

"Oops. Clumsy me," she chuckled as she positioned her back to his and bent from her waist to retrieve the ladle. At the same time she felt a pair of hands grabbing a hold on her waist and a strange hardness was pressing against her backside. Slowly he rubbed his hard cock against her clothed body and she felt like gasping as warmth spread to her pussy, and making her moisten to his touch.

"You're tormenting me," he said in a strangled voice, as he tightened the hold he had on her waist, making her feel as if it was impossible to escape him now. Not that she wanted to either, and she made her feelings known by slowly rubbing herself against his hard front.

He groaned out loud, before he lifted her up and swung her around so that she was facing him. Just as suddenly, he kept coming closer and he lifted her onto the workbench, placing her in a height matching his own. Spreading her legs he moved between them and slowly motioned her body closer to the edge, letting her cunt touch his hard cock as he rubbed himself against her weak flesh. She matched his groan and opened her mouth as his mouth was placed on top of hers in a wet and hungry kiss. 

She felt as if he was devouring her lips and her entire body screamed out in order to make him treat the rest of her body in the same manner. She raised her hands and grabbed a hold on the front of his shirt, trying to unbutton his clothes and roam her hands over his naked flesh. Frustrated by her lack of success with the buttons, she suddenly ripped open his shirt and placed her hands over every portion of his skin that she could reach.

"Oh god," he groaned as she moved her left hand downwards and started cupping his hard cock through his jeans. "Don't stop," he begged her in a voice that sounded drugged. He caught her mouth in a desperate kiss that left her feeling as if she was being a feast and he was hungry as a wolf. 

He slowly pushed his tongue into her warm mouth and she sucked him slightly, making him groan with need. She suckled his bottom lip and gave him several soft kisses as they fought to taste each other.   

His hands moved over her thighs and she felt him lift her skirt higher, baring her thighs to the open air and warming her bared skin with his hands. She felt as if a switch inside of her had been turned on as she felt warmth pour into every portion of her body. She spread her legs wider in order to induce him to come closer to her aching body.

He moved his hand up along her thigh and she felt like screaming out her joy as he slowly and painstakingly moved closer to her core. Finally hitting the spot, he used his thumb to slowly massage her clit into producing even more moisture to coat his way. The cloth separating them felt even thicker than before and she wanted to scream out for him to rip her clothes away and enter her. 

"Rip them," she begged as he continued his leisurely rubbing of her clit and she felt as if every cell in her body had awakened and was anticipating his next move. "Just rip my panties off."

Instead he continued stroking her slowly and purposefully. His breathing attesting to his calm only being skin deep and she longed for him to finally give in and lose himself to the aching need. 

"Take me," she gasped, as she grabbed a hold of her own panties and ripped them off herself. Next, she moved to the zipper of her skirt and undid it so that her skirt could ride on her hips as she bared herself to him.

He breathed heavily as he stared at her bared flesh and he seemed to have been momentarily frozen in shock. Not suffering from the same inclination, she reached for his jeans and opened the top button before settling for his zipper. At the sound of his zipper being opened, he emerged from his shocked condition and he quickly lowered both his jeans and the bulging boxers he had underneath. 

Immediately his cock was let loose and she gasped as she took in the size of his erect cock that would soon massage her insides. 

She reached for his cock that was standing proud and large in front of her. She moved her hand across his cock head and she saw him move closer as she tightened her hand around his warm and hard flesh. He groaned aloud but let her look her fill and touch every part of him that she wanted. 

She moved her hands along the ridge, following his entire length from top to bottom, trying to familiarise herself with every detail of his cock. Moving down she cupped his stones and felt his cock jerk to her every movement. 

He reached for her top and slowly undressed her upper body. Moving his hand underneath her bra, he stroked her nipples so they tightened for him. She answered by folding her hands around his cock and squeezing him hard, making him moan as his every movement stilled and he closed his eyes in pleasure.

"So good," he finally murmured and she continued squeezing him. He moaned again and moved his hands back down to her clit, massaging her hungry flesh. Now that her panties were gone, she felt every detail of his ministrations all the way to her bone and she arched her back in response to his slightest touch.

"Harder," she pleaded with him. "Rub me harder," and she moved her body forward and closer to his hard cock. She grabbed his cock head in a hard grip and motioned herself toward him. Placing his cock head against her entrance she felt her need increase into a desperation she had never felt before. 

He adjusted his hips slightly and she felt the first inch of his broad member start to penetrate her moist cunt. She arched her back further and bent her pelvis, preparing herself to take every inch of him inside. She raised her legs and placed them behind his thighs, pulling him closer to her.

"Are you sure?" he gasped out as he suddenly stopped pushing his cock inside of her warmth.

"Yes," she replied and she resolutely placed a hand behind his neck and motioned his mouth closer to hers. Obeying her command he lowered his head and she kissed him hard on the mouth, before he started answering her in full. Widening her thighs she felt him push another inch inside of her and she gasped into his mouth by the feeling of being stretched to her limit as she struggled to adjust to his size.

"Are you all right?" he asked as he lifted his mouth away from hers.

"Yes," she groaned as he rubbed her clit at the slow motion, making her both frustrated and heightening her anticipation at the same time. "Harder," she begged of him, and she felt him smile as she took another inch of him inside. 

"God, you're tight," he groaned as he retreated a little away from her and at the same time she groaned out her objection to his leaving. He instantly repaired the damage by surging inside of her once again. This time coming even deeper inside. She gasped as she tried to adjust and he carefully lowered her back down on the work bench, allowing her body to take him more easily. Frustrated by the situation, she grabbed a hold of him and dragged him down to her. 

"Take me," she ordered him. "Come as deep as you can, but do it now."

"As you wish," he smiled at her and pushed deep inside of her at the same time.

"Oh, my god," she groaned out loud and she felt herself aching to his every move as he started to withdraw, before plunging back inside of her tight pussy. She felt her entire body enveloping around his hard cock and she concentrated on keeping him inside of her, never to let him leave her warmth. But in vain. He kept on moving out, and then back inside of her, and as she tightened around him she felt every part of her body being rubbed and teased.

She felt him move a hand underneath her body and suddenly he lifted her upwards and she felt as if his cock was coming even deeper inside of her than before. She tightened around him in response and smiled happily as she heard his matching groan as he continued pounding into her body. 

"More," she almost sobbed. "Give me more." 

"With pleasure," he answered and started moving with an even faster speed. By each plunge inside of her, rubbing against her aching clit, she felt as if her mind was escaping her body in the sheer pleasure motioning through her body. She felt her climax coming closer and she struggled to take him with her as she prepared for the final plunge into oblivion. 

"Come with me," she pleaded as she angled her body to take on the last leap. She looked up to see his need evident on his face and as he pounded into her one last time, she screamed out her joy as her entire body exploded with pleasure. She felt contraction starting in her abdomen and at the same time she heard Nick scream out his own release and pound into of her body, pushing himself as deep as he could as her contractions milked away his strength. 

Breathing heavily, he sank down on top of her, and she held him tightly to her as they both tried to catch their breaths. Amy felt the warmth and the pleasure from her release move into every part of her body and she felt a strong sense of ease and enjoyment as her body relaxed in full contentment.   

Finally coming to her senses again, she felt the hard surface underneath her and the warm body of her lower on top and inside of her. She chuckled loudly. That had been some orgasm, she thought. She had felt as if she had just jumped off a cliff and forgot the parachute. Taking an inventory, she felt the presence of every part of her body return to her and in an instant she felt a warm liquid escaping her cunt and slowly seeping down toward her ass. 

There was plenty of liquid to be had, she thought as she contemplated how wet she had become by their lovemaking, and how hungry she had felt for his flesh. It also felt as if he had added his fair share to the liquid as she felt another load escape from her soaked pussy. 

As she chuckled once more, she felt him tense as if he had finally regained his senses. He made a startled sound and started to lift his body away from hers. Moving backwards and letting his cock leave her cunt. She let him retreat, but she took pleasure in feeling every movement he did as he slowly withdrew from her warmth.

"Oh god," he groaned. "That was awesome," he smiled at her. Then suddenly his smile stiffened as he slowly regained his senses. He looked down at her soaked pussy. "Are you on the pill?" he wondered, as he gave her a sheepishly look, looking as if he had just been caught with both hands in the cookie jar.

"Of course," she answered quickly. "Don't worry about that." Although he didn't seem to be as relieved as she would have expected him to be. Then suddenly it dawned on her.

"The food," she gasped as she turned to look at the stove. He turned around at the same time, but everything seemed to be okay. He opened the door to the oven and declared happily.

"It's ready."

"Good," she answered in kind and jumped down from the work bench, trying to adjust her wayward clothes at the same time.

Nick turned to her and helped her put on most of her clothes again, and she laughingly buttoned the few remaining buttons in his shirt. Luckily, there weren't many left, and she contemplated removing all of them the next time so that she would have the pleasure of facing his naked chest from the other side of the table the next time. 

They cooperated in laying out the food and set the table. An awkward silence had emerged and they both looked somewhat nervously at each other. None of them yet able to speak about the earth shattering event they had just experienced. 

Amy felt more relaxed than she had felt in ages and she started digging into the food with an appetite that made every awkward thought diminish. She felt as if a smile was glued on her face and as she looked up to watch her companion, they shared a knowing smile that made her knees feel weaker. At the same time the heat was again felt in her cunt and she wondered if her body was starting to enjoy this new experience of having earth shattering sex and was now hungry for more. 

Still, the hunger in her stomach prevailed and she concentrated on pleasing her other organs as well.

"Nice food," Nick finally blurted out. "Deliciously good." 

"Yes, although I was worried there for a second," she laughed. "I thought we might have a replay of my burnt out kitchen."

"We would have if you had taken more time to climax," Nick intervened.

"What? So you were only waiting for me to go first, is that it?"

"Yep. A gentleman always allows the ladies to precede him," he joked. 

"And I had only planned to pay you back from last night. Well, lucky me," Amy blurted out.

"Pay me back?" Nick said in a more serious tone. "Was that what this was about?"

"Well...yes," she had to admit. In addition to give her the upper hand and dominate him for a change, but she decided it would be a mistake to tell him that. Instead she tried to continue their light banter by adding. "And it felt really good, don't you think? It was really fun. I feel so relaxed I can just go to sleep right now," she continued, not noticing his expression had closed and his smile had disappeared.

He continued eating slowly and she sat nipping to a glass of wine he had offered her.

"Have you heard anything from Jeff, lately?" she asked him suddenly in an effort to start up the conversation again.




Temptation Ch. 07



"No," he answered glumly. "He gave me a call last week, but that was all."

"Did he say when he would return?" Amy wondered. "I seem to remember he said he would be away a few more months, wasn't that so?"

"Yep, that's how I remember it as well," Nick agreed.

"Oh well, I'd better be off," Amy concluded. "I have an early start tomorrow," she said while she stood up and collected the rest of her things. Locating her keys, she turned and smiled at Nick. "Thanks for a nice evening. I really enjoyed it," and she bent toward him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. 

He responded quickly and turned his face toward hers as she tried to back off. Placing his hand on her neck he held her tightly and gave her mouth a hard kiss, making her almost stumble with the feelings that went crashing through her. 

Just as she started to respond to him, he let her go and they stood staring into each others eyes for some time. 

"I enjoyed it too," Nick said with a rusty voice. Then after a slight pause he offered. "You can stay if you like."

"No, thanks," she answered with a smile, glad he had asked. "I need to get some sleep. Goodnight," she said as she retreated back to her own apartment where she quickly fell into her own bed and slept like the dead until the next morning.

***

She was making him crazy, Nick thought as Amy made her hasty retreat out of his apartment and away from his hungry touch. Absolutely crazy. With her half-clad body and her eyes dazed with sexual awareness and contentment.

What was he going to do about her? Luckily he had stopped before he admitted to his true feelings for her, but still it had been a shock to learn of her motives for coming to him. She needed a man, and he had been the chosen one. Not to keep, or for love, but simply as a way to release, to relieve then tension she had inside. A job any sex-toy could have performed just as well as he had did, he thought glumly. 

Well, perhaps not quite that well. He assured himself with the knowledge that no sex toy could have made her beg like she had done, nor made her come as violently as she screamed with pleasure. Still, it was nagging him that any male could have provided her with the same service, and it wouldn't have made a difference to her. 

Instead she had come to him. Simply because he had given her pleasure the night before and she had felt as if she owned him something. 

"A favour," he snorted out. "A bloody favour. Damn her to hell." How could he have been such a moron to believe in something that just wasn't there? He had hoped - or more likely wished - for something deeper, something more substantial. He was a fucking moron, he concluded as he went to bed to catch a few hours of sleep if he was lucky.



Temptation Ch. 08



For the next few weeks, Amy didn't see much of Nick, and when she did it seems he was always busy and heading somewhere in a hurry. She had the distinct feeling that he was avoiding her. The creep. What was wrong with him anyway? They had had a great time together and now her body was thirsty for more of his hard and delicious body. 

Instead he seemed to have gotten scared, and damn if she could figure out what had him spooked. Maybe he hadn't believed her when she said she was on the pill. The stupid man. Oh well, she would not be reduced to begging -- at least not yet. In a few more weeks she would probably be desperate, but right now she concentrated on getting her kitchen fixed. 

Both Zelma and Tess had stepped in and helped her put up the new wallpaper and paint the walls in a lovely cream colour. Her new stove was in place and the end result was magnificent -- if she should say so herself. She stood admiring her brand new kitchen. 

"Just perfect," she murmured. 

Now she only needed to paint the skirting boards in a matching colour, and change the door knobs of the cupboards and then she would be done. Phew. It was quite a daunting task to redecorate, but the end result would be worth the while. Even so, she had learned never to do any more writing while cooking. One accident was more than enough on her résumé, she chuckled. 

Although she was relieved that no one had yet seemed to figure out how she had managed to burn down her own kitchen - with her being in the same room and all. Well, except for her friends, but they would keep their mouth shut. Thank god for small favours, she smiled. 

But most of all she was glad Nick hadn't figured it out yet. If he ever did he would likely report it back to her brother and then she would never hear the end of it. Jeff was an annoying big brother in that respect, and although he meant well, he could be terribly annoying once he set his mind to it.

Her door bell rang suddenly and she almost fell off the chair she was standing on. Damn it, what now? After Nick had decided to avoid her like she was some kind of plague, she hadn't had many disturbances, which suited her just fine. It was probably the main reason why the redecoration had been completed so quickly. She dried off her paint-smudged hands on her jeans and went to open. The door bell rang again in an insistent and loud noise that made her snarl loudly.

"Wait a second, will you? Oh, it's you again," she started as she opened the door to find Nick standing outside, wearing his usual expression of casual arrogance, as if she was one of the usual suspects he was out to question.

"Ever heard about using the peep-hole before you open the door?" he asked gruffly. "It could have been anyone standing out here. Looking to rob you, or rape you or whatever suited my fancy," he snarled at her.

"Yes, Nick," she said with a sigh. "I know, I know. I simply forgot, all right? Now, what was it you wanted this time?"

Instead he roamed his eyes all over her. Taking in her snug jeans and worn t-shirt. Both smudged with paint and glue.

"Let me guess," he started. "You're making a cream-coloured kitchen, right?"

"How did you guess, Sherlock?" she asked ironically. "No wonder the crime rates are so low in this city when we have such intelligent police officers." 

He frowned at her, before moving closer until it felt as if he was surrounding her, his mouth just a fraction from her own. Her eyes widened and she felt the heat radiating from him.

"Careful now, honey," he murmured. "Or I might be tempted to strip-search you."

She swallowed hard before replying. "On what grounds, Detective?"

"Suspicion. You're obviously hiding something," he chuckled.

"Like what?"

"Don't know yet." He raised his hand and touched her face softly, before roaming his fingers slowly down her cheek and down to her throat, aiming for her cleavage. Her breath hitched and her heartbeat continued in a faster pace. "But I'm going to find out," he said hoarsely as his eyes darkened with desire. 

She stared dazedly at his eyes for a while. Finally she managed to get a hold on herself again and she took a step back and away from his spell. Taking a deep breath at the same time. What was he trying to do? First, he had avoided her like the plague and now he didn't seem to be able to get close enough? Something was not right here. He wanted something. That was for sure.

"What do you want, Nick?" she said icily, trying to hold on to her anger with all her might.

"Ah, you know that car of yours...," he said slowly.

"Yes? What about it?"

"You're blocking mine -- again. It seems you're in desperate need of some driving classes if your parking is anything to go by."

"Maybe I don't care about the parking," Amy suggested. "And can't you just use your impressive skills behind the wheels and wheedle yourself out of there?"

"Nope, not unless I put on my Superman uniform and lift my car out of the parking lot," Nick said teasingly. "You're parked right in front of my boot."

"All right. Let me just get my keys."

As they walked down to the garage, Amy continued. "So what's the rush about anyway? Are you going to work at this hour?"

"No, I'm going bowling with Rob. He's just been kicked out by his latest girlfriend."

"Oh, dear. And now you're going to compare notes and drown your sorrows in bowling balls and beer?" Amy asked ironically. 

"Not exactly. I let you leave, remember?"

"You let me? As far as I recall, we had a night of mutual enjoyment with no strings attached. There's no reason why two people can't have consensual sex once in a while," she droned on.

"Once, yes, but whenever you feel like having another go, I will not let you leave that easily."

"You won't?" Amy stopped in shock. "Who says you can decide what I do or don't do?"

Nick stopped beside her, looking as fierce as ever. "If you don't believe me you can always give it a try and see what I'm capable of doing," he said matter-of-factly. "But believe me: I let you leave the first time, thinking you might need some time to think about it." 

"Think about what?"

"To make up your mind about what you really wanted, and maybe that would make you reach the correct conclusion on your own."

"Huh?" She stared at him, not understanding where he was getting at. Talk about talking in riddles. "So, you don't want any more sexual encounters between friends, is that it?" she asked suspiciously.

"Not unless you're willing to take the consequences," he threatened.

"Hah, then I'll simply have to find someone else to fuck whenever I feel the urge for some body contact," she snarled at him.

His frown deepened and she noticed his eyes becoming even darker than before. "I wouldn't recommend that," he said icily before turning to open the garage door.

"You wouldn't recommend it?" she seethed with anger. "I can't fuck you and you don't want me to fuck anybody else either, is that what you're saying?"

He turned abruptly and grabbed both her arms in his fists, holding her tightly and close to his body. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying."

"Well, that leaves my dildo, doesn't it? I can have lots of fun with that one and never need a man for the rest of my lifetime."

He bent his head down toward hers and kissed her hard on the mouth. Her lips tingling as she tried to prevent herself from responding to his dominance. But to no avail. Her lips softened and she opened up to allow him inside, making a small moan at the same time. Immediately he let go of her mouth, and just stood looking at her with that heated look of his.

"You should know that the dildo is only a poor substitute for the real stuff. But if you need another demonstration, you know where to find me," he said enigmatically as he directed her toward her car. 

***

A few days later, Amy decided that enough was enough. It was time to do something drastic, she thought as she wandered around her apartment. Nick would have to see sense, but in order to make him...what could she do? She did have one choice, but it was a risky one, and she knew the stakes were high. 

Still, something had to be done. They couldn't continue walking around as if they were complete strangers to one another. Acting as if they never been sexually involved and never made the furniture crumble by the sheer force of their combined heat.

No, it was time to jump into the deep water and learn how to swim, or simply drown in it. At least by now she was so sick and tired of thinking about what to do, that it was better to do something, even though she might regret it later. She dug out the sexy underwear Nick had liked so well, and she dressed herself as if she was going into battle.

In a way she was going to battle. To battle against a stubborn male who couldn't see his own best and just relax with the feelings between them. Barely covering herself with a skirt and a blouse, she went across the wall and opened Nick's door with the spare key he had lent her when she borrowed his spare room.

Moving inside, she went from room to room, but no Nick was around. He must be working late, she thought as she took in the presence of his things and his scent that still lingered in the rooms. He had left a shirt hanging in his bedroom and she could not resist holding the fabric against her face and taking a deep sniff so as to engulf everything that reminded her of him. His scent invaded her every part and she felt her cunt moisten to the expectation of him coming inside of her. 

If only he would come home soon, she wondered as she took in the rest of his bedroom. It was tidy and the large bed invited her to take a closer look, to lift the quilt and feel the fabric that had recently enveloped the body of the man she craved. 

Slowly she undressed in front of his bed, enjoying the feeling of freedom as she shed away one fabric after another, until she stood there completely naked and felt her breath coming in gasps by sheer anticipation. 

Lifting the quilt she lay down on the bed and covered her body with the quilt. His scent was enveloping her completely and she felt her cunt become even wetter as a result. By the time Nick would be home, she would be ready as an arrow on a bow and with only a few strokes she would erupt into a climax. 

She tried to calm herself but the fantasies of his naked and strong body filled her mind, making her hunger for him. His hard cock was plastered on her eyelids and every time she closed her eyes, she could see him before her, straining as he pounded his hard flesh into her hungry body, making her tighten around him as she tried to keep him inside. 

Her clit was screaming to be touched but she held herself back. From now on, she would only obtain pleasure by his hands. Nothing else would be worth while. Anything else would only be a small comfort and not as rewarding as his touch.

She let herself relax on the bed, spreading her thighs so as not to make her come too fast. The movement only allowed a piece of the quilt to sink between her legs and she felt the fabric against her clit. Moving her legs slightly and her pelvis upwards, she rubbed her clit against the quilt, but the soft touch was more arousing than pleasing. Soon she stopped the rubbing and only lay in wait for her prey to come home.

***

A while later she heard a key being inserted into the front door and she heard someone enter the apartment. Her lover was home, she smiled happily as she pushed the quilt aside to reveal her naked body and spread her legs in anticipation. Placing herself as a dish ready for his taking.

She heard him move around as he whistled slightly, and she listened as he moved into the living room. Maybe he needed an inducement, she thought and she bent over to the bedside table and pushed some of things laying there onto the floor. 

Immediately, she heard the whistling stop and she prepared herself. Lifting her arms over her head, she pushed her breast out as she heard footsteps coming closer to the bedroom.

The door made a small creak as it opened and she closed her eyes and said aloud.

"Come and take me. Put that hard cock inside of my aching pussy, lover." She heard a sharp intake of breath, and then he cleared his throat. 

She opened her eyes and screamed loudly in shock as she grabbed the quilt and hid her body from Rob's shocked expression.

"Ahem, I'm sorry, but I value my life too much to fulfil that wish, honey," he said innocently as soon as he managed to talk again. "You know perfectly well that Nick would kill me if I tried anything like that, even how tempting the offer is."

"What are you doing here?" Amy asked, her face feeling warmer than ever and mortification pouring through her. What was she doing, anyway?

"Nick lent me a key so I could collect some DVD's he had borrowed. I never pictured him to be so lucky as to have a naked woman in his apartment, or I would have stepped by at another time. You're welcome to come over to my place whenever you feel like it," he added hopefully.

"Forget it, Rob."

"No way. Now I'm really envious of Nick. That lucky devil. If only he didn't have a gun, I would have asked you out." 

"Go away, Rob," Amy said as she held onto the quilt that barely covered her nude body. She had never felt this embarrassed before, although Rob's light teasing was making her feel slightly better. Thank god it hadn't been any other of Nick's friends that had walked in on her like his, she thought.

"I'm going. Right now," he scrambled as he cast her one last hopeful look so as to have another peek at her nude body before he left. She just lifted an eyebrow in a questioning manner and he took the hint. 

"I'm going," he repeated, and as he retreated he added. "You know where to find me if you ever get tired of this moron," he chuckled. 

She heard him grumble to himself but she couldn't quite make out the words except for some references to a "lucky devil". She imagined he meant Nick, and she sank down on the mattress as she heard the door close and being looked once more.

Damn it. How embarrassing! How could she have made such a mistake? Laying herself out as a snack on a man's bed and then the wrong man had entered? What were the odds of that? Quite small, she thought. Especially when her victim lived alone and had few visitors.

Oh well, it would never happen again after this. The odds of that was miniscule, she convinced herself as she lay quietly on the bed, thinking about Nick once more. As soon as the thought was there, she felt her cunt moisten again. That was all it took. One small thought and she was ready for some serious action. Now, the only thing missing was the leading man.

*** As she finally felt relaxed and warmth had again returned to her entire body, she stretched out like a cat as she heard the door being unlocked and opened again. At last, she felt like giggling. Finally, he was home. 

Again she heard him move around from room to room. Leaving his shoes in the hallway and slipping his jacket over a chair. She heard him start rummaging around in the kitchen and she prepared to use the same tactic as before. She bent over to the bedside table, and pushed a heavy looking book down on the floor. 

At once she heard footsteps coming in her direction. Good thing he was a cop, she smiled to herself. He had to check every source to any strange sound. She heard him come toward her and she flung away the quilt one more time, and prepared herself for his entry. Spreading her legs, and holding her arms above her head, she again felt as a dish being ready for serving.

She chuckled to herself. At least she was ready to be devoured by the man she wanted. But this time she kept her eyes open as she noticed the door to the bedroom being opened slowly.

"Come and fuck me, you stud of a man," she said temptingly and gave a heated smile in the direction of the door. At the sight of the man in front of her she screamed even louder than before and grabbed the quilt to shield her upper body from view. Oh damn, not again, she thought in vain.

"Not again!" she screamed out, before taking in another and more crucial detail. "You! What are you doing here, Jeff?" She snarled at her brother as he stood gaping in the doorway. His mouth had opened but no sound came out as he tried to take in the sight greeting him.

"Oh, just get out!" Amy finally snapped and started to throw things at him. A pillow hit him in the chest and finally he managed to collect himself enough to start pronounce words again.

"I might ask you the same question, sis," he snarled at her.

"None of your fucking business," she screamed at him, before enveloping her body even better in the quilt and getting out of the bed.

Facing her brother, she asked the first question that popped into her head.

"What are you doing here anyway? I thought you were in the Himalayas?"

"I was," he admitted. "But there has been an increase in a tribal war and the consulate evacuated us in the middle of the dig. But, tell me, what are you doing in Nick's apartment? Last time I checked you were living on the other side of the hallway? Or have I missed something?"

"None of your business," Amy snarled at him, still angry at her plans being ruined this way. That did it. No more seduction effort from her part. Nick would have to realise what was between them another way. She was sick and tired of shoving her naked body to every male of his acquaintance, when the man she wanted was nowhere to be seen.

Resolutely she walked out of the bedroom and started toward the outer door, hoping to escape to her own apartment before any of the neighbours saw her. 

Just as she was reaching out her hand to open the front door, it slammed inwards and she jumped back as Nick came barging into the apartment.

"Amy? What are you doing here?" he asked surprised, his face turning into a frown as he took in her scarcely clad body only draped in the quilt.

She completely lost all her resolution right there and then and stamped her feet on the floor as she screamed at him.

"You, damn man. The least you could do is to stay at home when someone goes to the effort to seduce you." 

"Seduce?" he said in a confused voice. "What are you talking about?"

"And what happens? Well, first Rob barges in, and then Jeff. What happened to the man living here, is all I ask?"

"What?" he just gaped at her. "What has Rob got to do with this?"

She just harrumphed loudly before walking around him and toward the door.

"Hey, is that my quilt?" he asked after her, before she slammed the door behind her. Taking quick looks to both sides of the corridor, she breathed out in relief at the sight of the empty hallways and quickly entered her own apartment. Luckily, she had no more bad luck, and that didn't surprise her. The last few hours should be more than enough to last her at least a week. 

This seduction business was obviously not for the fainthearted and she dragged herself directly toward her bathroom where she filled up her bathtub and lay soaked until she felt calm and collected again.

***

"What was that about?" Nick asked Jeff as his front door slammed in his face. Amy hadn't seemed like her usual calm self lately, but this was strange behaviour even for her.

"Maybe I should ask you the same question," Jeff said in neutral tone as he faced his best friend. 

"How I should I know?" Nick intervened? "And where are her clothes?"

"Ahem, I think you should check your bedroom, man," Jeff suggested.

Nick went looking and found Amy's lacy underwear and some garments spread over the room. The quilt was gone, just as he had suspected.

"Huh?" he said unintelligible. "Seems like she had moved in."

"You could say so," Jeff agreed. "At least for a few hours. It's not everyday I walk in and find my sister spread out and naked in another man's bed," Jeff snarled. "You want to explain that in a way I might find reassuring?"




Temptation Ch. 08



"Spread out? Naked?" Nick gulped as if not coping with the words he was hearing. "But... that can not be. She... I...," he stopped suddenly as he was trying to come to an understanding of why Amy would suddenly have changed her mind and want him again. 

"Ah, so this isn't a normal occurrence then?" Jeff asked slowly.

"No, definitely not," Nick admitted. 

"A pity, she seemed to be very resolved on the seduction part. Had it been anyone else than my sister, I would have gone for her myself," Jeff chuckled. 

"What seduction? What are you all talking about? And where is Rob?"

Jeff just laughed loudly while Nick gave him an angry stare. Finally, Jeff managed to collect himself enough to explain what he had pieced together.

"You really missed out by insisting on parking that car. It seems Rob got here before me, and was flashed with the same sight that met me," Jeff laughed.

"Meaning?" Nick asked slowly.

"A naked, spread out female begging him to fuck her."

"He's dead," Nick gnarled as his fists curled in anticipation of the beating he was going to enjoy handing out.

"Relax, buddy. Amy isn't interested in Rob. She was extremely angry for not meeting the man she wanted, so Rob is probably laughing his head off while dousing his erection with liquor." 

"He's dead, anyway," Nick glared at him.

"How come you care that much, anyway?" Jeff asked interestedly. "It's not like she's your sister? If anyone should be angry and wanted to kill anyone it should have been me doing you in." "So, tell me, what was she doing in your bed as if she belonged there? Are you involved in an affair or something?"

"Or something," Nick admitted and prepared to be struck down by an angry elder brother. Nothing more than he deserved after promising to keep her safe, and then fuck her at the first opportunity.

But no punch came, and he looked at Jeff to get an idea about how angry he really was. Instead he seemed to be vastly thrilled with the news.

"That's perfect," Jeff blurted out. "I knew you two would work it out once you had to meet on a regular basis. So, have you set a date yet?"

"Ah well, not yet," Nick admitted. "And I wouldn't get my hopes up too high if I were you."

"Oh, why not? Are you having second thoughts?" Jeff said in a more threatening manner. His look was now of the brother out to protect his sister no matter what. 

"Me? No, not at all," Nick said truthfully. "You had better ask her about it," he suggested.

"How come?"

"She's just playing, or having fun as she calls it." 

"Dragging your cock along as she goes, is that it?"

"Something like that, yes."

"Maybe you should tell her you love her, man."

"And what difference would that make?"

"All the difference in the world," Jeff intervened. "You just try and see. No woman can refuse a man who loves her."

Nick didn't respond. Only kept the silence for a long while, before talking a deep breath and plunged himself into it. "How did you know?" Nick asked.

"I've known for years, man. It's been so obvious anyone would notice if they bothered looking."

"Great. Just fucking great," Nick swore to himself.

"Don't take it like that. She will see sense sooner or later. Most likely sooner when she goes to the trouble of trying some good old seduction tricks to get you hooked. Maybe you should go to her and let her give it another try." 

"Sure. Right. And the moon has fallen down at my feet," Nick said jokingly. "Look, right now your sister hates my butt. I'll rather wait until the storm blows over and then invite her out to dinner at some public place where she can't kill me."

Instead of answering, Jeff dug into his pockets and finally located a small key and dangled it in front of Nick's eyes.

"What's that?" Nick asked, although he had a strong feeling that he already knew.

"A key to Amy's apartment," Jeff said triumphantly. He handed it to Nick. "Why don't you go in there and give her a piece of her own seduction-plan?"

"What? You mean, naked, spread out on the bed and begging her to fuck me?"

"Yep," Jeff grinned at him. "Have fun, buddy," he said as he gave Nick's shoulder a hard clap before he laughingly walked to the front door. "I'll see you both in a couple of days," he laughed. "When you have recovered, I mean. Oh, and tell Amy it was nice to see her, although I would prefer if she was a little more dressed the next time." 

Whistling as he walked out the front door, Nick could hear him whistling all the way down the corridor.

"Well, why not," he thought loudly as he went to grab a quick shower.



Temptation Ch. 09



Unlocking the door to Amy's apartment, Nick let himself inside. He looked around to see if Amy was about, but as he walked silently from room to room he still couldn't locate her whereabouts. Where was she? Suddenly he heard the water being emptied from the bathtub, and he knew where she had hidden herself. Any moment now and she would come out.

He quietly walked into her bedroom, and started undressing. Shirt, jeans, t-shirt and even his boxers he carefully laid them on the chair beside the bed, before he pushed the covers aside and laid himself down in the middle of the bed, naked from top to bottom.

He lay listening to her opening the bathroom door and walking around humming as she made her nightly preparations. He heard her brushing her teeth and he knew now was the moment of truth. 

What would she say about finding a naked man in her bed? His cock made a jerking motion by the thought of how she might fondle every part of his body, before impaling herself on his cock and ride him until they both screamed out their pleasure. He felt another jerk go through his lower body and he looked down to see his cock already being almost fully erect. 

This would be hard, he chuckled as he listened to her moving through her apartment and putting out the lights one by one. Soon, very soon, he said to himself. Soon, he would know pleasure or rejection. His cock hardened even more by the thought of the woman coming closer to him.

He lay back on the bed, resting his head on his folded arms and just enjoyed the feeling of being exposed so completely. Was this how Amy had felt when laying spread out on his bed? He hoped so, as another wave of arousal poured through his body and almost making him erupt at the spot.

The door opened and Amy came barging in, making a shocked gasp as she noticed him laying on her bed.

"But...? What...?" she started.

"Dinner is served," he offered heatedly. "Come and take me any way you want, mistress. Tonight I'm your willing slave."

Her eyes heated in reply as she took in his naked body being offered and shown so shamelessly. Her gaze settled on his erect cock and he felt himself hardening even further just by the thought of her watching him. It felt excitingly kinky to be completely naked in front of a clad woman, even though she was only wearing a large t-shirt. 

"My slave, you said?" she asked interestedly. "Does that mean I can do anything I want? And have you do anything I want?"

"Yes, anything you want," he said in a strangled voice. 

"Good," she said almost gloating with joy. "What a splendid idea."

Nick swallowed the lump that had settled in his throat. The rules had been set. Now there was no way he could back out of this agreement. He only hoped she didn't ask him to do something he would have a problem with. No matter what, he would do everything she asked of him this night.

"And what does the mistress want?" Nick asked slowly, worried about what request she would put forward.

"Ah, what I want first is a real rubdown," Amy said triumphantly. "After this day I could really need some massage on my aching muscles."

"You mean after laying and waiting in my bed for a couple of hours?" he asked humorously.

"Don't remind me of that fiasco," she interrupted him. "And yes, it was very hard, actually."

"I bet," he smiled as he got up from the bed and allowed her to lie down on her stomach. Immediately he sat down beside her on the bed and started massaging her shoulders and arms. Taking his time to massage every muscle and every part of her body that longed for a rubdown. 

Sliding down her backside, she groaned as he found a difficult spot in her lower back. A slight moan was heard from her as he worked out the kinks in her backside before moving slowly down one of her legs, until he touched her ankles and moved slowly around her aching sole of the foot. Rubbing slowly up along her foot again, she gave another satisfied moan as he continued down her other leg and rubbing every part of her leg muscles. 

Her skin felt hot and relaxed against his fingers and he continued into more interesting territory as he rubbed both his hands up along her thighs, and slowly moving toward her inner thighs. Dragging her t-shirt away from her bottom, he looked at the tempting skin being revealed. Moving slightly upwards, he stroked her hips and massaged her bottom in long and slow movements. 

Slowly he moved one of his hands between her cheeks and massaged her clit softly from behind. She responded immediately by arching her butt upwards and slowly spreading her legs to allow him more room.

He smiled at the open invitation and he stroked her cunt slowly and lightly as he heard her breath catch. 

"And then it's time for the other side," he said hoarsely as he removed his hand from her cunt with a reluctant gesture. He had to remind himself this time it was she who was pulling the reins.

She pulled off her t-shirt, rolled over and spread her legs slightly. "Do you best, slave," she provoked him as she gave him a sultry smile.

"Believe me, I will," he responded just as heatedly, before he started again on her shoulders and arms, before moving slowly across her breasts. Teasing her nipples to tighten to his every touch he wanted to bend down and lick her but he controlled himself at the last moment.

Slowly rubbing her skin on her stomach he moved down over her legs and paid particular attention to every aching muscle in her thighs and ankles. Slowly moving his hand along the insides of her legs, he gradually approached some more interesting territory. 

She spread her legs slightly as he roamed over her cunt with a warm finger and she shuddered as he circled her clit.

"Lick me, slave," she ordered and arched her back while she spread her legs even further. The invitation could not be any clearer and Nick instantly followed her lead and burrowed his face between her thighs and sucked on her clit.

The resulting moan made him almost smile at the success, and he continued by slowly lapping at her warm flesh, teasing her folds to open for him and let him inside. She gasped loudly as he directed his tongue directly on her clit and the tip hardened to his ministrations.

He felt Amy's hands settle on both sides of his head as she held him tightly to her. As if he had any plans to going any where, he chuckled as he licked and sucked greedily on her hungry flesh. He speared his tongue into her cunt and she moaned loudly, telling him she was getting really close to her climax. He retreated and continued lapping at her sex lips instead; making her calm down before he aroused her again.

"Don't stop," she groaned. 

"Patience," he drawled as he continued his slow research of her cunt.

"Damn it, just fuck me and be done with it!" she snarled at him.

He laughed heartily. "So greedy. Relax, darling. It will be so much better this way," Nick assured her. "Just have a little patience and your climax will be even stronger than before."

"I don't care," she gasped out as he sucked her clit into his mouth. "Oh god," she groaned and arched her body even closer to his mouth. 

He continued lapping at her but was very careful not to make her come just yet. He wanted to make this one last as long as he could.

Finally, she had enough of his torture and she grabbed his face and rubbed her clit against his mouth. He answered by blowing cold air on her clit and she shuddered but still it was not enough to drag her over the cliff.

"Damn it, if you're my slave then you follow my orders," she grunted.

He lifted his mouth away from her cunt. "All right, And what does the slave driver require?" Even though he could guess quite well what she wanted. He saw it in the desperation that clouded her eyes and he felt elated by the thought of her desperation to have him.

"I want you to fuck me," she said emphasising every word. "No more games, just some good old hard fucking."

He felt his body heat to her words and his cock hardened to the thought of launching himself inside of her warm body. 

"Okay," he said hoarsely, not believing his voice could turn so strange in such a short time. Raising his body, he looked at her spread thighs and the welcoming warmth inviting him inside, as he struggled to keep himself in rein long enough to pleasure her.

He could not resist moving slowly up her body as he got into position, licking his way across her body and giving her nipples a hard sucking as he prepared to take them both into oblivion. She groaned loudly and raised her hips to capture his cock inside of her.

He felt his cock having hardened completely and as he directed his aching cock toward her warm centre every thought escaped him as he coated his cock head with her warm juices.

"Hurry," she begged. "Please hurry."

"As you wish," he groaned as he plunged his hard cock inside of her pussy, stretching her walls and feeling her tight muscles surround him and making it difficult to concentrate. She screamed out her joy and held him on tightly to him. He withdrew slightly, before plunging even further inside of her.

"Wrap your legs around me," he said hoarsely as he continued to sink deep inside of her body, making her moan and make small screams of pleasure. She followed his request and gripped her hands around his ass, urging him even deeper inside as she followed his every move. 

He felt the friction from the walls in her sheath as he withdrew and then plunged hard inside of her again. She was whimpering as she tried to get that last piece of stimulation that would trigger her climax. He adjusted the angle of his body, making every deep plunge touch her clit.

Suddenly, she screamed out in pleasure and he felt her contractions around his cock, making her even tighter than before and tempting his cock to give up its load. He plunged inside of her a couple of more times, until he could not hold back any longer and he erupted in a wave of bliss and utter elation as he held his cock inside of her body, making small withdrawals before plunging inside of her again. 

At last he lay embedded in her body, and felt relaxation finally invade his entire body. Contentment was felt in every pore and he rolled himself to the side, taking her with him, as he settled on his back with her on top of him. His cock still embedded in her sweet warmth. 

***

Amy finally came to and stretched languidly at her weak muscles. She felt as if she had run for miles. Taking in the warm presence underneath and inside of her she made an experimental move with her hips, and felt a slight tugging deep inside of her cunt. Tempted by the result she tightened her muscles and moved her hips again. She felt him grow harder and soon she gave a gasp as she felt him filling her body again.

"So soon?" she asked wonderingly.

He chuckled. "Tempt the beast and you'll be eaten," he said heatedly as he took her mouth in a hard kiss, making her insides erupt into fire at the same time. She tasted his tongue and suckled him slightly, making him shudder as he groaned into her mouth. She tasted herself on his mouth and the thought made her feel naughty and hungry for more.

"I thought you were my slave," Amy said heatedly as she raised her upper body away from his tempting mouth. "Are you breaking that promise already?"

He lay still as if trying to remember his own promise. "All right. And what do the mistress want from her slave?" he asked provocatively. 

The man was far too dominant for his own good, Amy thought. He would never be able to submit to anyone, although she wouldn't mind trying. And now was the perfect opportunity. She raised herself up in a sitting position, his cock still buried inside her cunt. Tilting her hips she moved slowly up his shaft, feeling his entire length as she lifted her body away from his cock. 

Feeling his engorged cock head approach the opening of her cunt, she stopped the movement, and let herself go and surged down again. Filling her flesh with his hardened cock as they both moaned to the increased pressure. She felt as if her entire body was filled with him and she tightened her muscles around him. 

"Lay still!" she ordered as he reached out his hands to touch her breasts. "Or I'll tie you up." His eyes flashed with annoyance and something else. As if her words had aroused him even though he didn't want them to. She reached out and caught his wrists, holding them down on the bed as she slowly moved up and down his hard cock, tightening her muscles around his flesh as she pleasured herself on his body. 

"Faster," he begged. "Go faster."

"No, I like this pace," she smiled as she slowly lifted her body up and away from his cock, before capturing him between her thighs and sinking slowly down his length again. She let go of his wrists and sat up on him, feeling his cock taking her deeper than before and invading every part of her cunt. Steadying her arms on his stomach, she used her legs to lift herself upwards, rubbing her sheath on his hard length, making the friction turn them both into desperate beings.

"Amy," he groaned at her. "I won't be able to last much longer."

"Don't worry," she said between gasps. "I want you to let go." She felt him tightening his muscles and soon she felt him arch his body to surge his cock even deeper inside of her. Her upward movement was met by his arching and she felt herself being filled to the rim.

Adjusting her angle she felt like being a complete egocentric person and just think abut her own pleasure for a change. Finding just the right angle she lifted her pussy up along his cock before sinking down again. 

Feeling her clit being stimulated she repeated the motion and felt elation fill her as she felt her climax coming closer. Straightening her body, she lifted herself before sinking down on him again. A gasp protruded from her mouth as she felt her G-spot being touched and she continued the motion.

"Oh god, please hurry," Nick begged as she increased the pace and rode harder and harder on his cock, tightening around him and pleasuring herself.

Just as she felt her body coming closer to the edge, Nick dragged her down to him and sucked her left nipple into his mouth. Sucking her hard. The stimulation plunged her right over the cliff and she screamed as she felt her entire body being plunged into a feeling of sheer and utter bliss. 

Her contractions were felt all across her body and she sank bonelessly on top of Nick as he erupted inside of her. He held onto her ass as he arched himself as deep inside of her as he could, milked by her warm sheath and emptied of every drop of his come. 

Finally, they both lay gasping for air with every muscle completely relaxed as sleep finally overcame them. 



Temptation Ch. 10



The next morning Amy woke up to find the other side of the bed empty. Where was Nick? She was positive she hadn't dreamed their nightly encounter. She stretched languidly as she remembered how he had felt lodged deep inside of her cunt. How hard she had climaxed when he sucked her nipple just at the right moment. 

She blushed slightly by the thought. She had never believed herself to be one of them that could have an orgasm just by having her nipples sucked. Well, surprise, surprise, her body seemed to think otherwise. Especially when said sucking was combined with one of the hottest male bodies she had ever had the luck of bedding, and the largest cock she had ever experienced. That might have something to do with her climax, she chuckled.

Speaking of hot bodies, where was he? Had he snuck out in the middle of the night as if he had some bad conscience, the cur? The thought troubled her for a moment before she shook it away. She was a grown woman, out to take what she wanted, when she wanted it, and she didn't want to keep him, did she?

Hearing the water start running from the shower, she didn't have to face her own answer to that question. She was certain she wouldn't like the answer anyway and sometimes blinkers were an advantage. 

A satisfied male groan was heard as Nick obviously took advantage of the hot water. Maybe he had some stiff muscles to cure from last night. The thought made her shudder slightly, and the thought of some other stiff part troubled her mind. 

Without thinking more about it, she threw away the blankets and walked naked toward the bathroom. The cold air made her nipples tighten and she felt her cunt moisten just by the thought of the man enjoying the warm water. She envied the water right now. Flowing all over his body, moving into every hidden part of his body and touching every warm part of him. 

She wanted to touch every muscle on his broad chest, roam her hands over his strong thighs and most of all she wanted to take his gorgeous, heavily veined cock into her mouth and her cunt. Letting him fill her up with his hard flesh and his white semen. Coating every part of her with his scent, making her feel surrounded by him. 

She inhaled harshly. Arousal was mounting in her body as she quietly opened the bathroom door and went inside. The warm vapours hit her naked flesh and she longed even more for his touch. She could see the outline of his large body through the shower cabinet and she opened the door and let herself inside the small cabinet.

"Amy?" Nick said surprised as he stopped soaping his chest. "What are you doing?"

She took in every detail of his naked and wet body and felt arousal mounting as she reached for the soap. "Helping you," she smiled at him.

He returned the smile and let her take command. Rubbing the soap onto her hands and moving her hands slowly across his chest. Willingly he lifted his arms and allowed her the room to wash his upper body. Moving downwards, she soaped in his legs and roamed her hands slowly over his erect cock before concentrating on rubbing his thighs. 

"Turn around," she commanded him.

"You haven't finished on my front yet," Nick said laughingly as he gave her a heated look. "Tsk, tsk, lousy work."

"I'm saving the best until last," she retorted and with a wink of an eye he turned obediently. Repeating the washing procedure, she soaped up her hands and rubbed them all across his body, making sure to roam her hands slowly and temptingly over his skin. She heard him breath faster and the sound made her feel even more wanton as she soaped his buttocks.

"Spread your legs," she ordered him huskily and immediately he spread them wider. Moving her soapy hands across his ass, she moved them slowly along the valley of his legs. Moving slightly forward she could feel the sacks of his balls as she soaped him up. The hardness was eminent and she longed to see if his cock was just as hard as his balls felt like. She roamed her fingers slowly around his balls and heard his sharp intake of breath as she cupped his balls slightly. 

"Dangerous territory," Nick said huskily, and she chuckled as she soaped up her hands again and stood behind him, moving her hands forward to reach his cock. He was rock hard and she could barely hold around his hardened flesh. She moved her hands slowly up and down his cock. Giving his cock head particular attention as she located the slit on the top. He groaned loudly as she gripped him tightly and moved slightly from the tip to the root.

The only thing missing was seeing him, and she released him quickly and nudged him to turn around. He understood and immediately complied and she found herself facing a strained looking man, fully concentrated on her next move. His cock was standing straight and proud and she longed to taste him. 

But first things first, she thought as she grabbed the soap and soaped her hands again, before moving her hands back to his body. Rubbing the soap slowly across his shaft and down over his balls, she coated every part of him in soap as she rubbed his skin, making him a slave to her every touch. She looked up and saw his eyes being dazed with desire and an aching need for her to complete the task, but so far he hadn't started begging. 

Oh, but he would, she smiled triumphantly. She wanted this proud and hard man to fall to his knees in need for her touch. All right, not literally perhaps, but she wanted him to want her so badly he would beg her for it. It was just a matter of holding herself back a little longer, while tormenting him into giving her what she wanted. 

She aimed the spray of water at his cock and washed off the soap as she continued rubbing his tightened skin. He had closed his eyes and she took the opportunity to tighten her grip around his cock head, making him open his eyes and look at her.

"What are you planning?" he asked suspiciously.

"Just wait and see," she smiled at him. 

"Maybe I should wash you first?" he offered and roamed his hand over her tight nipples, making her gasp just by the slight touch. If he touched her she would explode too quickly, she thought ad tried to rein in the temptation pouring through her by the thought of his skilful mouth sucking her nipples.

"Not yet," she groaned as she managed to control herself. "First, I want to fulfil a wish."

"What wish?"

"This one," she replied and bent down and took his cock head into her mouth, sucking him. He groaned loudly and she felt his body tremble as she continued sucking him.

"Damn it, woman, you're making me crazy," he blurted out.

"That's the idea," she said triumphantly, as she released him, and sat down on her knees, placing herself directly in front of his hard cock. She dipped out her tongue and teased the small fold directly underneath his cock head, smiling at the responding hiss he uttered. 

Wanting to make him respond even harder, she enveloped his cock with her lips and sucked him greedily into her mouth. Her tongue darted around his cock head and teased him. 

"Bloody hell," he groaned out loud as he placed his hands beside her cheeks and held her in place. She answered by moving her mouth up his entire length before taking as much of him as she could inside of her warm mouth again. He moaned as he held on tighter to her, moving his hips to her motions and fucking himself on her mouth. 

She moved her hands behind his hips, and held on tightly as she sucked him hard before releasing him. Repeating the motion until he whimpered and she felt his body shudder with imminent release.

"Suck me," he growled at her. "Please, suck me harder and faster."

She didn't obey, as she continued her slow movements, momentarily letting go of his hard cock and sucking his balls instead. She felt his breath hitch as she touched the skin between his balls and cock and she watched his cock getting even harder than before. The cock head seemed to be about to explode and she couldn't resist the sight any longer. 

She reached for his cock and sucked him greedily into her mouth. Her hands closing around the root of his cock as she started to suck him harder. His hands held her tightly to him as he pushed himself further into her welcoming warmth and as she started to increase the pace, she heard him moaning loudly.

"More," he pleaded. "Don't stop. For god's sake don't stop, darling," he rambled as his thighs tightened and his hips moved back and forth along with her sucking motions. Squeezing her hand around the base of his cock she felt the power building in his body just as he suddenly gave a hard shove into her mouth, filling her mouth with a salty taste as he roared out in pleasure. 

She swallowed the first load of semen, but the amount was so much she had to let go of his cock. Sitting and breathing harshly all she could do was hold on to his body as he convulsed in movements. His body still spearing out semen, coating her body with his life essence. She placed her mouth over him one last time and sucked him slightly. He moaned and moved away from her.

"Sorry. Too sensitive," he blurted out as he lifted her up and held her tightly to his chest. He breathed deeply, as if he was trying to regain control of himself again. She smiled as she contemplated how she had made this strong man become so dependent of her mouth just now. She was glad she had been able to give him such pleasure and seeing him at his weakest. She felt proud just by the thought of her being able to turn this man into jelly.

"Your turn next," he groaned. "Just let me collect myself first." His words were temptingly and she watched in anticipation as he placed himself in the middle of the water spray and cooled himself off.

"No need to," she said to him. "I just need to wash off."

"No need? What nonsense is that? Of course you want one, don't you?"

"Nope, watching you was rewarding enough," she winked at him.

"Sure, darling," he said and filled his hands with shampoo before placing it in her hair and washing it slowly.

"Hey, I can do it myself," Amy intervened, but he ignored her and continued filling his hands with soap. She looked at him. "We'll be as wrinkled as a pair of raisins if we don't get out of here soon," she told him frankfully. 

"Oh? You think it will take that long to have you hot and ready to blow?" he drawled as he started soaping in her arms and shoulders, before moving slowly across her breasts. Her nipples tightened as he gave them both a small pinch and she felt herself warming to his touch. He effectively washed her body from top to bottom, before aiming for her breasts once more. 

Washing the soap away he bent down and sucked her right nipple into his mouth and kissed her greedily. She felt herself arching closer his body and he snuck an arm behind her lower back and held her tightly to him. She gasped out her pleasure as he moved to her other breast, teaching it the same lesson and bowing to his masterful tongue. Small lighting strikes were felt all across her body, starting in her nipples and darting all over her. She held on tightly to him and placed her hands on his cheeks, holding his mouth in the right position while she arched and moaned to his sucking.

His hands moved downward and groped her ass, lifting her up from the ground and grinding her warm cunt against his semi-hard cock. She could feel him getting erect again and with a moan she spread her legs and wrapped them around his hips, holding him tightly to her. He had released her nipple, and he now placed his mouth onto hers and gave her a hard and demanding kiss that made her feel as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

Slowly rubbing his cock against her cunt, she felt the need to feel him embedded inside of her warm and aching flesh. Her body was so responsive she held on tightly as if worried she would turn completely boneless if he sat her down. 

"Inside," she gasped. "Come inside of me."

He moved his hand between her ass cheeks and starting rubbing slowly around her cunt, but not inside. She held her breath in anticipation of what was to come. Angling her body a little she tried to make it easier for him to reach her cunt. His fingers played over her sensitive skin, and as frustration started to build she wanted to scream at him for making her wait.

"Do it," she groaned. He only smiled at her, and she felt herself seething with frustration and arousal. Finally she felt one of his fingers at the opening of her cunt, and then finally he pushed his finger inside of her. She gasped and watched his expression as he continued pressing his finger inside her cunt, before retreating again, and pushing inside once more. 

"More," she gasped. "I want more." 

"More fingers and something larger perhaps?" he asked smilingly as if tormenting her this way was his ultimate goal in life.

"No matter," she sneered at him. "Just do something, and make it larger and faster."

"Huh, as if my fingers can compare to my cock," he answered glumly. "But you will get your wish," he said and pushed another finger inside of her, fucking her hungry pussy with his two broad fingers.

"It's the size that counts," she winked at him.

The heat erupted in his eyes, telling her he still felt goaded by her remarks on her preference for dildos.

"No, it's the skills," he groaned as he removed his fingers and plunged his large cock all the way inside of her in one long fluid move. She screamed as the pleasure threatened to envelop her completely and make her climax instantly, and suddenly she couldn't contain herself any longer and she screamed out again as her body convulsed around his hard cock and she held on tightly to his strong body.

"New record," he chuckled as she finally came down from her high again. "Are you sure you're up to it?" he prodded on. 

"Of course," she groaned as she tried to remember what they were discussing. Something trivial, she imagined and then all thoughts left her brain as he started to pound his cock into her body again and again. His movement was so achingly slow she managed to get aroused once again. 

"What are you doing?" she gasped at him.

"Ever heard about multi orgasms?" he asked hoarsely. "Well, we're going for that now."

"What?" She couldn't believe her own ears. She had never had several orgasms in a row before, and she had no intention of starting now. The one she had just had was more than enough. She could barely focus and he wanted to give her more? 

Just as that thought went through her mind he supported her against the wall and surged his cock all the way inside of her warmth. Her clit worshipped his closeness and without conscious thought she wrapped her legs tighter around him and ground her clit against his body, pleasuring herself on him.

"That's right," he groaned. "Go for it, honey," he murmured heatedly into her ear, as if her movement were making him even more aroused. He withdrew his cock almost halfway out of her body, and she felt panicked by the thought of him leaving. She tightened around him and the friction caused by their bodies made them both moan in pleasure. 

She held on tightly as he pushed his cock inside of her again and she felt as he was ripping her in two, or simply pleasuring her to death. She whimpered in distress as he continued his slow movement in and out of her cunt and as finally the frustration grew to unknown limits, he moved one of his hands around to her front and rubbed her clit in a determined manner. 

At the same time his cock was lodged all the way inside of her body and she felt another wave of pleasure start in her centre. She screamed out her joy and she erupted another time. Only this time her head felt dazed and empty as she gave herself up to the pleasure pouring through her.

He lifted her away from his cock and held her tightly as they both soaked beneath the cascade of water. She felt her knees weaken and was relieved as he grabbed her just when she was sure she would have fallen down on the floor in pure exhaustion. Her entire body was trembling. Either from the climax or the straining in her tired muscles. She couldn't tell yet. 

He turned her around and let her support herself against the shower wall. He kept his arms around her stomach and she could feel his erect cock nudging her lower back. He hadn't come then, she thought. It was time to make him come and get some sleep, she though as she struggled to compose herself enough.

"Just relax," he murmured in her ear.

"But what about you. Don't you want release as well?"

"Sure, but all in good time," he chuckled. "Right now you look like jelly."

"Just give me a moment," she retorted. Not liking him having the upper hand and being able to reduce her to feeling like a tired amoeba. 

She clung to the wall and tried to catch her breath again. She still felt his hard flesh in her back, and feeling adventurous she rolled her hips and pushed slightly backwards. Immediately she felt him harden even more. She rolled again, moving one hand behind her back and squeezing around his hard cock with her palm. 

"You sure you are up to this right now?" he murmured beside her ear. "I thought you were tired."

"Not tired enough," she answered and roamed her hand over every portion of his cock she could reach. Standing on her tiptoe, she lowered his cock and aimed the cock head at her cunt. He groaned and helped her by lowering his body closer to hers. 

"Spread your legs, honey," he said hoarsely as he nudged her legs slightly apart. She bent her upper body closer to the wall, as she rubbed her lower body closer to his cock, trying to tempt him inside.

He grabbed a hold on her hips and held her tightly as his hard cock was pulsing against her opening. She spread her legs even wider, hoping he would take the invitation and be done with the tormenting. 

Suddenly she felt his hard cock being pushed inside of her pussy. Arching her body more to take him deeper, she could feel him pushing another inch inside of her, filling her cunt to the limit and making her moan in pleasure. 

"Deeper," she pleaded. "Please take me deeper. Push that hard cock all the way inside of me."

"Deeper it is," he agreed as he pushed another inch inside of her. Holding her hips as he continued the slow surge inside of her, before making a slight withdrawal.

"No," she gasped. "Come back. Take me." And she tried to hold him to her as she pushed back from the wall, trying to embed his cock inside of her cunt again.

"Hold on," he groaned as he plunged all the inside of her warm sheath, filling her to the brim and forcing a scream from her throat. She pushed back again, trying to take him even deeper.

He retreated before plunging forward again. His right hand moving from her hip and to her front, lodging at her clit. At the same time as he plunged inside again, he touched her clit and she felt her climax coming closer again. 

"Go for it," he tempted her as he retreated and plunged inside of her again, his hand rubbing her clit at the same time. She heaved for her breath and as he continued his hard and deep pounding she felt her body tighten to the orgasm building inside of her. Straining all her muscles she pushed back as he pushed forward and as he rubbed her clit once more she screamed from the top of her lungs as her orgasm hit her with full force, making her tremble to the sheer strength of the pleasure. 

She tightened around his cock and Nick made a final plunge inside of her before he screamed with her and pounded a few more times inside of her. Each stroke firing her pleasure to a higher level, prolonging her orgasm until she lost her footing and hung limply against the shower wall, Nick's hands being the only thing holding her up.

He lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom where they both lay down, soaking wet and totally exhausted.

"Next time we go for multiples we'll try the bed," Nick murmured as he lay on his side, Amy's backside against his front, and held his arms around her.




Temptation Ch. 10



"Mmm," was all she managed to say before she fell into a deep sleep.

***

A few hours later, Amy finally woke up and stretched all her aching muscles. They ached more then ever now, she chuckled as she looked around. Again, Nick had managed to get up before her. The man had annoying little need for sleep. Smelling something nice and food-like, her stomach growled out in matching annoyance. It was time to restore; she thought as she scrambled out of bed and snuck into some pyjama pants and a tight sweater.

Walking into the kitchen she was met with a welcoming sight. Nick was preparing food on her new stove. His well-tanned and very naked backside provided her with a stunning look, only ruined by a pair of snug jeans hanging low on his hips. She was aching to go up to him and grope his ass before attacking whatever food he was preparing. 

Her stomach growled again, obviously disagreeing about which sight was the most inviting of the two: the food or Nick. The growling made the chef turn around and greet her with a happy smile.

"There you are. I thought you would sleep all day. Grab a plate and get some food," he offered as he placed the casserole on the table.

"What is it?" she asked as she took in the inviting scent of well made food. 

"Steak stroganoff," he explained. "Just dig in."

She didn't have to be asked twice and the next few minutes they both concentrated on giving the food their full concentration.

"Delicious," Amy concluded as she ate the last few mouthfuls on her plate. "Where did you learn to cook so well?"

"My mother taught me," Nick explained. "A bachelor needs to stay healthy as she always says." 

"I like your mother already," Amy claimed before she could help herself. "Sounds like a very reasonable woman."

"She is. Speaking of family, Jeff said he would see you in a couple of days."

"Oh? How so? I thought he had just gotten back and had a lot of free time on his hands."

"Yes, well, he thought we needed a few days to recuperate." Amy blushed profusely as she understood what her brother had been implying. 

"What does Jeff know about that? What did you tell him yesterday?"

"Nothing that he didn't guess himself. You know, with you laying in my bed and all."

"Yes," Amy said reluctantly. "He's not that stupid."

"Don't worry about it," Nick intervened. "He wished us luck and gave me the key to your apartment."

"What? Jeff did that?"

"Sure. He even persuaded me to try the spread-out-and-naked-stunt in your bed," he chuckled.

"What?" Jeff had put him up to it? Nick hadn't wanted to do it himself, but had been pushed by her silly brother into fucking her. Amy did certainly not like the sound of that. 

"He even asked if we had set a date yet. Seems like he put us up with this Himalayas expedition of his. With him saying he was so worried about you and wanting me to look after you. It was only an excuse to throw us together."

Amy just stared at him. "Jeff wouldn't, would he?"

"It sounded like a clear confession, if you ask me," Nick intervened. "You can just ask him if you like. He told me straight up without being asked about any of it."

"Damn it," Amy snarled. "Jeff is always trying to run my life. I hate it."

"It's just the way of elder brothers, I think," Nick said soothingly. "He can't help it. Just wait until he finds a woman of his own to worry about. Then maybe you'll be off the hook for a while." 

She just snorted.

"By the way, your place or mine," Nick asked heatedly. "Mine is bigger but yours is nicer. So what would you prefer?"

"Prefer? What are you talking about?"

"Which apartment, of course. Yours or mine?"

She just stared at him, not understanding where his mind was heading.

"All right. Since we're living together, which apartment should we keep? It would be stupid to keep both of them since we only need one. So, which one should we sell?" 

"Sell? Look...here...who said that we were going to live together?"

"Well that seemed rather obvious since we can't keep our hands off each other," Nick said heatedly. "In fact, you just come over here and I'll prove it to you right now," he offered hoarsely.

"Look...Nick...it's not as simple as that. We can't just move in together without knowing each other a lot better."

"You don't think we know each other well enough? Well, it's easy to remedy that. Just come here and sit on top of me, darling, and we'll get to know every centimetre of our bodies."

"I'm not talking about sex," Amy interceded. "I'm talking about being compatible in everything that matters."

"Like what?"

"Like enjoying being together. Like having the same hobbies. Like...wanting to spend the rest of our lives together."

"Then what are you saying?" Nick asked slowly. "Are you saying that we don't get along? Is that it?"

"Sexually we get along just fine," Amy interceded. "But that's all." 

"That's all?" Nick snarled at her, looking really angry all of a sudden. "Are you saying you like fucking me, but that's all?"

"Yes, that's what I'm saying," Amy admitted. Trying hard to explain what she meant, she stumbled on. "At the time being that's all we have in common." 

She watched his expression close even further, closing away his emotions and leaving only the anger that had erupted. His eyes had seemed pained for a few seconds but the moment had lasted so short she wasn't sure she had seen correctly. Now they were cold and harsh, just as the rest of his features. 

"In that case this affair is over," Nick said icily as he got up and walked toward the door. 

"What?" Amy jumped up. "But, you don't have to go so soon. We might get to know each other better and then maybe things will change," she pleaded with him.

"Why? So you can have me dousing those flames of yours again and again? Have me as your sex slave while you decide whether I'm worthy enough of your company? No thanks, Missy. If you don't care for me now, you never will." And with that last statement, he went for the front door and slammed it shut on his way out.

Amy just stared after him. How on earth had that happened? They had gotten along just fine and now he had left her completely? Talk about sensitive male egos. He acted as if she had robbed him of his virginity and now he felt bad about being seduced by a female carnivore. They didn't have to fuck at all if that was the big problem. She just shook her head. Men. Who could understand them?



Temptation Ch. 11



Jeff called her a few days later.

"Hey, Amy, how are things going?"

"Not too bad," she answered and stared at her messy house and at her computer that was filled with sexual fantasies about Nick. She hadn't been able to do anything besides writing lately and she felt like a complete mess.

"So is Nick around or are you two still busy wearing out the bed springing?"

"Uh, no, he's not here."

"He's not? Well, where is he? I was thinking about inviting you two out to dinner this evening if you can bear to get dressed," Jeff laughed loudly.

Amy just sighed. Brothers. Can't stand them, can't kill them. Sometimes it was hell to have a brother like Jeff. Well, she had better just jump into it and be done with the entire ordeal.

"I haven't seen Nick in days," she retorted, trying hard to be heard through Jeff's laughter. Still, he must have heard her as he stopped immediately.

"What? You haven't seen him in days? But, I thought you and he was an item now? You seemed to get on so well."

"In the bedroom, yes. But Nick wasn't content with that and walked out. I haven't seen him since."

"What? But...were you arguing or something?"

"I wasn't," Amy said haughtily. "I was just trying to explain why we shouldn't move in together at this stage, and I think I was being quite rationally about it as well. I don't know why he had to make such a great fuss about it. Talk about women having sensitive egos, you men are actually much worse."

"What fuss? What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about Nick having a temper tantrum over the fact, claiming I only want him as a sex slave."

"Well, do you?"

"Of course I do, but that's not the point, is there?" She heard Jeff laughing at the other end. "Will you just stop that?" she snarled at him. 

"Poor Nick," Jeff said humorously. "It seems his taste in women runs with the Neanderthal kind." 

"What is so funny about that?" 

"Nothing," Jeff said teasingly. "Only, I can not believe we're actually sharing the same blood. You seem to be particularly dense these days."

"Thanks, Jeff, just what I wanted to hear. Now, are you finished berating me so I can get back to doing something else than trying to placate sensitive male egos?"

"Just one more thing," Jeff intervened. "Have you ever considered the fact that he loves you?"

"Loves me?" Amy was spellbound. After a lengthy pause, she finally managed to croak out. "You're joking, right?" It had to be a joke, she thought. There was no way she would have missed something like that.

"Nope. It's no joke. He told me himself, actually, although it has been obvious for years."

"What?" Amy screamed into the receiver. "Years? How is that possible?"

"Don't ask me," Jeff said humorously. "I would never pick such a silly girl to love if I had the choice."

"Okay, fun's over, Jeff. Now, tell me the truth." 

"It is the truth," Jeff assured her. "Just ask Rob if you don't trust me in this and need another source. Nick hasn't had a date in years just because of you, little sister. Instead he's been pining away for someone he couldn't have. Guess, he's learned his lesson now and has started looking for something better." She snorted as his humour blurted through the rest of his statement. Brothers were a real pain in the ass, she concluded. "Maybe I'll just give him a call and ask him out to meet some more accommodating women," Jeff mumbled to himself.

"Don't you dare, Jeff!" Amy shouted to him.

"Why do you care?" Jeff replied humorously. "It's not as if you wanted him, was it?"

"Well...I...don't know for sure," Amy finally sputtered out.

"Well, let me know when you have reached a decision. But, make it quick. Someone like Nick will never stay single for long, you know." 

Amy just stared at the receiver as she heard her brother hang up the phone. And what was that last statement supposed to mean? Her head was swirling. She needed to think and think quickly. 

Jeff thought Nick was in love with her. With her? Of all people. When he could have every woman he wanted, what would make him choose her? She didn't believe this. It had to be one of Jeff's many jokes. What a stupid thing to make jokes about. She had to figure out if this was the truth. And then, what did she feel about him? 

Her head was already aching. If it was true, then everything that had occurred in the last few weeks made a lot more sense. The fire in her kitchen and the worried look on Nick's face as he came barging through her front door. His endless erotic teasing and the half-clad invitations to indulge in sexual activities with him. And of course, hours after hours of fucking and teasing as he slammed his body inside her own, making her scream as he made her climax before he followed close behind. 

She shuddered. Not to forget her going down on him, taking as much as him inside of her warm mouth and swallowing every drop of his come that she could. And before that, her laying spread out on his bed, waiting for him to come home and give her what she ached for. Instead, he had placed himself in the same position, allowing her to dominate him, even though she knew he never submitted to anyone.

Damn it. How could she have been so blind? If that wasn't a good foundation for love, then what was? She had acted like a complete sissy all the time, never daring to face the truth that was staring her right in the eyes.

And here she was feeling miserable when she could have lain in bed with the most fascinating man she had ever come across. He had frightened her before, but now she knew why. She had been so worried he wouldn't like her, would think her the stupid younger sister of his best friend. And he had loved her all this time. How could she have been so blind? 

If they had only dared say something sooner, then this whole thing could have been resolved years ago. And now what? What could she do about it? Could there still be a chance for them? For her? Or had he already gone out and found some other female to occupy his bed.

She needed to make a plan. A good plan this time. But first she needed some more information. She didn't want to ask Jeff. Hearing him berating her once was more than enough for one evening. That left only one option. 

She picked up the phone and called Rob.

"Yes," he answered after a few rings.

"Hey, Rob. It's Amy."

"Amy? What a pleasant surprise. Have you decided to come and lay naked in my bed instead? If so, it's quite vacant at the time being."

"No, thanks, Rob. I'll think I'll pass this time."

"Oh well," he replied sullenly, acting as he was very sad about her refusal. The man was too much of a womaniser for his own good, she thought. "But if you ever change your mind...," he let the rest of the sentence float between them.

"...then I'll know exactly where to turn," she intervened. "Yes, thank you, Rob. It's very nice of you. But there was another thing I wanted to talk to you about."

"Go ahead."

"It's about Nick. Have you heard from him lately? Do you know how he is? Or where he is?"

"Nick? I thought he was with you?" Rob replied. "Thought you had finally got together."

"Yes, well, we did, and then I screwed it up completely. Only, I wanted to make it up to him, but I'm not sure how. Any ideas?"

"Not at the moment, but I could try and call him and try to come up with something."

"Could you do that? I would be really grateful to you."

"Sure, anything for a friend," Rob replied. 

***

An hour later Rob phoned back and told Amy what he had found out. 

"Lover boy is a bit put out, to say it mildly," he said humorously.

"Oh, how so?"

"He sounded quite drunk to be frank. But the good news is: he's at home and alone after working his ass off for the last couple of days. Drowning himself in work is his usual agenda and this time was obviously no exception to the rule."

Amy breathed out in relief. "No women, then. Good." She didn't need any competition of that kind right now.

"So what are you planning to do?" Rob asked.

"I don't know yet," Amy said truthfully. "Go in there and offer myself on a platter, I suppose."

"A platter, eh? Sounds like a good idea. Wish someone would do that to me one day," Rob chuckled.

"Do you have better ideas?" Amy seethed. 

"No, sounds good to me. I would certainly enjoy that move. As I said before, there's still room in my bed, you know?"

"Thanks, but no thanks, Rob. I don't think you'll have to suffer long before any of those nurses of yours throws themselves at you again."

"What? No sympathy for my abstinence, then?"

"No, I think it might fall off if you use it too much, so a few days without sex will probably be good for you."

"Fall off?" Rob said weakly. "Damn it, now I will definitely have nightmares. Besides, who's the doctor here?"

"Just joking, Rob. I'm sure your cock will stay hard until forever and then you can always start using Viagra." 

"Sounds as if your good humour has returned. Why don't you go and bestow some of it on Lover boy instead," Rob suggested. "Fall off," she heard him grumble to himself on the other end of the line.

"I will, and thanks for your help, Rob."

"Any time. And good luck," he chuckled as he hung up.

She could definitely use that, Amy thought as she lay the phone down. Now what? Should she try that slutty outwear and hope that he would fall for it one more time? She considered her other options, and resolutely went to put on a wonder bra, a deep V-neck top and a matching skirt that barely covered her knee. 

A bit of make-up and a pair of heels and she was ready for the most important meeting in her lifetime. At least it felt as if it was. She took a deep breath before locating the key she still had to Nick's apartment. 

She wasn't sure if he would let her in or not so to be on the safe side she was going to surprise him -- again. Only this time she was certain she would meet him and not flash her nude body to every male friend of his -- including her own brother. She laughed heartily. Oh well, she didn't have much luck that day, that was sure. Luckily the day had improved later on when Nick decided to copy her great idea.

She walked across the hall and put her ear against Nick's door. She heard nothing but the television. He must be watching another of those sports games of his. She unlocked the door and walked quietly inside, before shutting the door behind her. Now she heard the television more clearly. She walked in that direction, trying to locate Nick somewhere.

Coming into the living room she immediately spotted his large person slunk down into one of the chairs and snoring lightly. In his hand he still held a glass containing some liquid. On the table were several bottles, explaining quite clearly the man had drunk too much and then fallen into a deep sleep.

Oh well, that was the end of all her plans of seduction, she thought glumly. This wreck would not be able to perform for quite a few hours. Typical. When a woman wanted sex, the man was too inebriated to perform, or to simply stay awake. 

She went toward him and smelled the stench of alcohol on his breath. She shuddered away, grabbing a hold on the glass that threatened to leap out of his hand and crash onto the floor. She cleared away the bottles on the table, before turning to her victim again. 

He would surely wake up with a stiff neck the way he slept, she chuckled. If only she could get him to lay down somewhere. She had better wake him up and get him to bed. But first things first. She prepared a large can of coffee and cleared away the clutter, allowing a clear way from his chair to his bedroom. 

Then she nudged him carefully. Nothing happened. One more time. She nudged him a little harder this time. Still no response. Pouring a cup of coffee, she held it underneath his nose. Still nothing. If he hadn't snored, she would almost think he was dead. All right. Time to get to serious business. 

She gave him a hard shove before instinctively ducking as his fist came in her direction. She screamed as she ducked down and out of his reach. 

"Oh for god's sake. Stop the siren," he blurted out as he covered his ears.

"But you tried to hit me!"

"What would you expect, kicking me like that?"

"I didn't kick you. I was trying to get you to bed." He looked up and even through his swollen eyes she saw that he recognised her. 

"You? What are you doing here?"

"Trying to help you."

"I don't need any help," he said icily.

"Oh no? Seems different to me. Here, drink some of this," she said and handed him the cup of coffee.

"Huh? Coffee? But I want to sleep."

"Good," she exclaimed patiently. "Then you can continue doing so in your bed. Now, get up!" she ordered him.

"What is this? The housekeeper-sergeant has invaded my territory and is now barking orders at me?"

"Are you having trouble standing on your feet or something?" she snarled back. "Get to bed and you'll thank me in the morning. I'll bet that neck doesn't feel too good at present, so just imagine what it would feel like in a couple of hours."

He grumbled something incoherently, but got up and stood swaying dangerously from side to side, before he stumbled his way toward the door. Noticing his sense of direction was far off the target, she tried to reach for him. But before she managed to grab a hold on him he crashed into the table and fell down on the floor. 

She threw herself after him, trying to prevent his fall, but she was too late. Instead, she landed on top of him, her breath being whooshed out of her lungs by the impact. Finally, she managed to collect herself and she scrambled to get up and away from the hard body she had landed on. But, at the same time his arms came round her waist, holding her to him. 

She looked up into his face, and noticed he had closed his eyes and a smile was pasted on his lips. At the same time she registered a hardness against her stomach, constantly growing bigger and more insistent, and she gasped as she realised he was getting aroused. It was impossible. He was so drunk he couldn't even walk straight and still his cock was hardening? 

His grip on her waist tightened and she felt him move her lower body in a circling motion, pleasuring himself with her body. She felt like smiling herself as she crawled a little upwards, placing her aching cunt right on top of his hardened cock. She looked up at him again. He still had his eyes closed and rubbed her lower body in a circling motion on his cock. He groaned aloud. 

"Don't stop now, darling," he said hoarsely.

"I still think the bed is the better alternative," she suggested weakly and she continued rubbing herself against him. 

"Not if you keep that up," he groaned.

Immediately, she stopped her motion and tried to get up. "Release me," she ordered.

"Why? Now that we had so much fun?" he chuckled.

"We will have even more fun lying in a soft bed," she tempted.

"Sounds good," he agreed and immediately let go of her. 

She stood up and helped him slowly to his feet. Still shaky, she helped him avoid any other obstacles and soon she had him sitting on the bed, her hands busy removing his clothes. He just sat back and enjoyed her ministrations as she struggled with his shirt buttons.

"Want some help with that?" he drawled as he gave her a heated look.

"Do you mean that you can actually manage on your own, is that it?" she glared at him.

"Nope, but I've no trouble sleeping in my clothes."

"Yes, I noticed that," Amy grumbled.

He sat smiling, before saying in a dark voice. "You sure that is the only reason why you want to rip my clothes off me?"

She blushed and she noticed her hands shaking as she opened the last of his shirt buttons and dragged the shirt off of him. The T-shirt underneath went easier as he finally decided to play along and help her undress him.

She felt the warmth from his skin penetrate her control and she wanted to roam her eyes and hands over the naked skin she had just uncovered. But she needed to hold back, she decided. He was drunk and needed to sleep first. Later on there would be more than enough time to indulge herself and get to know every part of his body.

She reached down and started unfastening the top button in his pants. He casually leaned backwards on the bed and sat watching every move that she made, as if he was enjoying the show. His cock was still hard and she tried to evade touching his hardness as she moved down to unfasten the rest of the buttons. It was not an easy task considering that his cock had swollen to a large size, making his pants sit so tightly it had to hurt him. 

Finally, all the buttons were loosened and she retreated to safer areas as she tried to hide her blushing face. She reached down and removed his socks, before she nudged him to stand up. 

"Stand up, will you?" she asked as he showed no sign of wanting to move from his relaxed stance. She looked up to check if he had fallen asleep again, and the heated eyes that met hers told her clearly he was far from sleeping. Instead he looked as if he was ready to devour her if only his body was up to it as well. But she knew he wasn't. The amount of alcohol he must have consumed was enough to make his sleep for hours -- if not days. She stood up and waited for him to rise from the bed.

He finally lifted himself and she tugged his pants down his body. Looking at the bulge that his erect cock was making in his boxers she wondered how she would be able to remove them without causing him harm. 

He seemed to have grown out of his underpants, she almost chuckled aloud. Carefully nudging his boxers down and over his hardened cock, she could have sworn he was getting even harder now that the clothes were not limiting him.

"Get in the bed then," she ordered as she gave his chest a small push in the right direction and he let himself fall backwards and onto the bed. Moving his body up in the bed, he settled with his head on the pillow and stared at her with a content smile around his mouth.

She located the blankets and covered his naked and tempting body before she did something really stupid. Right now he needed his sleep, not some sex-starved female pouncing on him. 

"How about joining me?" he offered.

Temptation poured through her. "No, you need your sleep," she finally croaked out. "I'll go and clean up the mess in your kitchen in the meantime."

"Why don't you join me instead?" he tempted her again and lifted the blankets to let me see his naked body displayed in all it's glory. His cock now so hard she thought it must be quite painful. "Just undress and come to bed," he said heatedly.

She couldn't resist him any longer and quickly stripped off all her clothes, noticing his eyes were following every detail as cloth after cloth landed on the floor. Finally she stood before him completely uncovered and she shivered as she met the pure lustful eyes of his. He padded the bed beside him and she slowly moved toward him. 

Feeling her breasts bounce and moisture gathering between her thighs. Never had she thought that such a simple act of showing her nude body to a lover would make her so aroused in such a short time.

"Come here," he said hoarsely, and she laid down on the bed beside him, her back to his front. Immediately his arms moved around her and held her tightly to him. "Now, we can sleep," he murmured into her ear as she felt his hard cock push into her lower back.

"Sure," she said ironically as her body shuddered when he roamed his hands over her breasts and touched her tightened nipples, making them follow his every lead as he tormented her with his touch. She would never be able to sleep if he kept this up, she thought as she felt dazed by the strong need that pulsed through her body. She arched her back and moved her body slightly upwards in the bed, catching his cock between her thighs and sighing as she felt his hot presence where she wanted it the most. He chuckled into her ear. 




Temptation Ch. 11



"Are you hungry, darling?" he murmured. "Hungry for some hard cock inside of you?"

"Yes," she gasped as she tried to capture his cock between her thighs, directing him to her pussy and taking him inside.

"And what will you do to get what you want?" he asked innocently. 

What question was that, her foggy brain was screaming at her? What did he want from her? Not being able to collect herself enough to responding, she felt him retreat slightly away from her and laying on his back.

"What are you doing?" she asked with a slight touch of annoyance as she sat up in the bed.

"Giving you time to think," he replied frankfully. "You seemed to be quite unresolved about what you really want."

"What?" This really didn't sound like a drunk at all. This man was far too perceptive for her own good, she thought. Especially considering her difficulty in keeping her brain working normally in his presence and the scent of his cologne teasing her nostrils. She inhaled deeply. 

The effect was imminent and she felt the need to simply close her eyes and just enjoy his presence and the peace it gave her to have him near. Only, peace was perhaps not the best word for it, she thought as she reconsidered. There was nothing peaceful at the way he lay rested supporting his head in his hands and looking as if he had the whole world under his control. 

His nudity didn't seem to remove the absolute sense of this being a male in his own kingdom, dominating every species in his vicinity, including her. She felt the need mount in her as she took in his presence, trying to decide what she should do. He hadn't been able to walk straight only a few minutes ago, and now he came on as the male aggressor she had encountered before, making her bend to his rule.

Well, maybe she didn't need to bend at all, she decided. Maybe she should simply make him bend to her rule for a change. Before contemplating the defects of her plan, she got up and sat on her knees, facing him.

"So, you've made a decision then?" he teased lightly as he gave her a sultry smile. 

"You just wait and see," she smiled in return and leaned forward, crawling toward him as she arched her back. Sitting down alongside his body, she could feel his warm skin against her own and the heat he was protruding was almost burning her. She reached out her hands and started roaming them over his chest. 

Circling his male nipples and moving slowly over his hard and inviting skin. Moving down over his stomach, she looked up to see his smile had disappeared. He followed her every move with a watchful expression as if he was sensing a trap but couldn't quite make out where it was.

She dipped her finger into his navel, before bending her upper body closer to his, kissing his stomach and using her tongue to flip over his skin. She heard his sharp intake of breath as she moved down his body and starting circling his shaft. Her hands roaming over his hard cock, watching the bulbous head swell even more. 

His cock was standing proudly and large in front of her and tempting her as well as frightening her against taking his entire size into her body. Moving further downwards she cupped his sacks and licked them slowly, feeling his hardness increase even further and noticing his thighs hardening to her ministrations. She avoided his hard cock and continued to massage his thighs slowly and temptingly, making him switches between relaxing and tightening his muscles.

"Damn, you're making this really difficult," he cursed from behind her. She smiled sullenly, but didn't answer. Now she was in control and she wanted to maintain that feeling for as long as she could, knowing it wouldn't be long before he took back the lead. She arched her body, giving him as nice look up her ass and of her moist cunt. 

Immediately he took the hint and moved his hand to her aching cunt, touching her swollen centre with his fingers and circling the small bud of her clit. She gasped and pushed back toward him, trembling in anticipation of him touching her hungry cunt, pushing his fingers inside of her.

She bent her head toward his cock and sucked him hard into her mouth, making him breathe harshly as she sucked him as far inside as she could, before sliding away from his hardness again. As she gave his cock head a little squeeze with her lips and tongue, she felt his arms grip her waist and she was lifted up from the mattress and moved backwards and placed over his body. 

Her mouth was still close to his cock and she felt him drag her hips closer to his face. Suddenly she felt him move closer and he tongued her clit as she practically flew off the bed in pure excitement. Still he held her tightly and directing her cunt in front of his mouth, he speared his tongue into her moist cunt, making her moan by the sheer pleasure seeping through her body. 

"Oh, my," she panted.

She completely forgot her plan of dominating him and just concentrated on breathing as she felt him eat her pussy, making her moan every time he circled his tongue around her clit or tongued her hungry flesh. She felt a strong need to have him inside of her, making her fall into his pleasurable touch and just cease thinking altogether. 

She gasped loudly as he placed a finger against her cunt and pushed slowly inside of her wetness. She felt like screaming with joy, but still she wanted more. She wanted him to fill her more, to fill her up. Make her feel every part of his hard inches inside of her, pulsing inside of her and giving her the release she was aching for. 

She bent her head down and felt his hard cock against her cheek. Opening her mouth she took him inside and tried to pleasure him. Making him feel the same pleasure as was pouring through her body. He answered by pushing another finger inside of her and the added fullness made her feel his presence even stronger than before, moving her hips slowly up and down and fucking herself on his large fingers. 

She felt him tongue her clit again and combining the fucking in her cunt with his warm tongue, she felt her release coming closer. She ducked down and sucked his cock hard, trying to make him come at the same time as she felt it becoming more and more difficult to keep holding her own orgasm at bay. She moaned loudly as she roamed her mouth up and down his cock, tightening her lips around him and teasing the fold beneath his cock head. 

Suddenly she felt him spear another finger into her cunt, and as he tongued her clit more directly she felt blackness envelop her as she lifted her head away from his cock and screamed out her joy. Feeling every part of her body singing out in joy and warmth spreading from her centre and out into every part of her body. 

She sank down on top of him and rested for a little while as she tried to regain her breath. The insistent tugging of his cock against her throat told her of his impatience but still he kept quiet and kept on holding her closely and roaming his hands slowly over her warm body. 

Finally locating her wits, she opened her mouth and took his cock inside. Immediately he hardened and she felt he was ready to erupt. She tightened her lips around his cock head and sank down, taking as much of him as she could while she sucked him hard. Cupping his balls she roamed her hands over his soft skin and inducing him to follow her every lead. 

"Oh, god. More. Don't stop now, honey," she heard him say with a desperate and hoarse voice.

Moving her mouth almost all the way off his cock, she felt him arch his back in order to stay inside of her warm cavity. She almost smiled by the sign of weakness, as if he really needed her touch. She sank down onto his cock again, sucking his hard. Behind her she heard a loud moan and again she felt him arch into her touch. 

She increased the pace, fucking his cock in her mouth and inviting him to release his essence inside of her. Soon she felt the familiar stirring start and she felt a salty burst coming from his cock as he screamed and moaned at the same time. She held on tightly and swallowed every drop of his come, sucking him as he came in several spurts inside of her mouth. 

She continued stroking his body as she felt him come at ease again, his body finally relaxing and every part of his skin feeling warm to the touch. She felt an ache in her thighs as if every part of her muscles had fallen asleep after the orgasm. Clumsily she raised her body and turned around, lying down beside Nick in a heap of exhaustion. His arms and body immediately curled around her, spooning her back against his front and shearing their warmth.

"Thank you," he said softly into her ear. "That was amazing."

"Yes, it was," she answered sleepily, her brain barely understanding what she was saying.

He bent toward her and kissed her cheek. "What are you doing here anyway?" he asked slowly.

"Sleeping," she said truthfully and barely understandable.

"I can see that," he chuckled beside her. "But before that? Why did you come? Have you decided to move in?"

"Yes," she rambled on. "Moved in. Fucked the host. Sleeping," she said dazedly as if she was concluding the day's events.

"Good," Nick chuckled. "Sleep well, then, my love," he said softly as she drifted off to sleep, contemplating whether he had really called her his love or if she was simply dreaming that he did.



Temptation Ch. 12



Next morning she awoke by some low snoring in her ear. She tried to shake off the sound, but a low rumbling was still heard. Oh well, no one was perfect, she chuckled as she finally remembered where she was. She was lying in Nick's arms and he was sleeping soundly. 

Her head rested on his left arm, his right arm slung over her waist, holding her spooned next to his body. She moved her hand slightly, placing it on his hip and taking comfort in his large and overwhelming presence. Feeling safe and so relaxed she wanted to take that feeling and conserve it for another day. She sighed. A sense of ease and happiness poured through her. 

What would it be like to wake up like this every morning? To feel the strong presence of the man she loved? The man she couldn't get enough of? The man who made her moisten just by the thought of his touch, his kiss, his hard cock pounding inside of her tight cunt? Just thinking about it made her breath catch and her pulse increase and an answering moistness was felt in her pussy. 

It was incredible how just thinking about him made her body prepare itself. As if his sheer presence had a hold over her bodily functions, making them bend to his will.

Oh well, pleasure was made to be shared, she thought as she moved her hand behind her and aimed for his lower body. Moving down his naked stomach, she slowly moved down toward more interesting territories. Immediately his hard cock filled her hand and she froze in shock by the sheer size of him. She felt a tug in his cock, making him harden to her touch and causing his cock head to push against her backside. She removed her hand as if she had been burned, and barely swallowing the gasp that longed to escape from her mouth.

"Don't stop now, honey," Nick chuckled into her ear. "It's just getting interesting."

"You're awake?" she asked before she could stop herself, feeling terribly stupid for not thinking before speaking.

"You really think I can sleep when a tempting woman fondles me?"

"I thought you were drunk."

"I would have to be dead for not responding to some serious cock teasing," he chuckled again.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself."

"Huh? Who said I was complaining? Come here," he said and rolled her over on her back and placed himself on top of her, his cock against her clit.

"You're crushing me," she complained teasingly as he started kissing her throat and moving slowly down to her breasts. He lifted himself a little away from her and continued his survey of her upper body.

"Better?" he murmured between the kisses he showered her body with.

"No. Now you're killing me," she giggled as he started kissing and sucking her nipples.

"Not true. I'm devouring you."

"That's what I said," Amy laughed as she tried to shake him away from her nipples, his sucking making her so ticklish she could barely lay still. 

"Ah, just lay still and let me feast on you, honey," Nick murmured as he sucked hard on her left nipple. 

She squealed loudly as her entire body felt as if it was ignited by his mouth, and the epicentre being right in her breast. 

"You won't get any female visitors if this is how you treat them," Amy laughed. "By eating them alive."

"Ah, but I only want one female," Nick said smoothly. "And she's not getting away, even if I have to tie her to the bed."

"What? Do you like bondage? Huh, maybe I was a bit rash when moving in with you," she said teasingly.

But instead of catching her teasing, he tensed suddenly. "You didn't mean it then?"

"Mean what?"

"About moving in with me?"

"Of course I meant it," she said and looked into his eyes. "I love you," she blurted out before she managed to think. 

Oh well, better now than never, she thought, but as she looked up at him she noticed the frown that had formed on his forehead. Oops, bad timing, she thought. He just stared at her and she had the sunken feeling that he didn't care that much about her after all. That Jeff had lied when he'd told her about Nick's real feelings. 

Oh damn. How embarrassing. Now they would have a real awkward conversation and he would treat her as if she was made of glass and tell her how he didn't want to hurt her, but couldn't return her feelings. And then they would agree to be just friends and nothing more. Damn it all to hell. It was another example of why men and women could never be 'just friends'. Now they would never be able to continue a relationship based on simple, uncomplicated sex between friends.

He opened his mouth but no sound came out. Obviously he was looking for words in his state of shock. She didn't want to hear any words expressing his sympathy, making her feel even more awkward than she already was. She put her hand over his mouth.

"You don't have to say anything," she said in a voice that she hoped sounded calmer than she felt. "I understand completely. Just let me collect my clothes and I'll be out of here," she spoke quickly before she lost her nerve. Now she only had to maintain the façade until she had managed to escape to her own apartment. There she could let her feelings out. She didn't want him to see her tears. It was enough that he knew how she felt about him.

She pushed at him, but he refused to budge. She looked up and met his angry stare. 

"You're not going anywhere," he said hoarsely and held her down on the bed. "Not until we've talked about this. You love me?"

She just nodded as she wondered why he was suddenly so angry. 

"And when did you realise that?"

"Yesterday," she responded. "Although I should have known a long time ago. Look, Nick, I don't expect you to return my feelings, so just let me be off and then we can forget the whole thing."

"Forget?" he was almost shouting. "Look, Missy, there is no way you can escape me now. I've loved you almost since the first day I met you, and now you say we should just forget about it?" 

Hope surged into her as she just stared at him, his anger more evident than she had ever seen him before. He loved her? So, Jeff was telling the truth after all?

"Have you any idea what it has been like to wait for you to open your eyes and recognise me? To have you so close and not daring to touch you the way I've always wanted? Have you?" he said hoarsely. "Watching you date one creep after another, trying not to think about them touching you? I wanted to kill them with my bare hands sometimes. And now you're suggesting we let it all rest and go out separate ways? I..."

But before he managed to finish his tirade, she grabbed a hold behind his neck and dragged his mouth toward hers, kissing him hard on the mouth. After a couple of seconds in stunned motionlessness, he finally awoke and started returning her kiss. Opening his mouth and letting his tongue massage the back of her lips. The kiss deepened and she felt as if he was devouring her again, kissing her so hard she felt her lips would be sensitive afterwards. She welcomed his hunger so openly displayed and she held him tightly as she returned the kiss, trying to make him feel her desperate response.

"Oh god, honey, I need you," he growled as he came up to breathe.

"Yes," she said hoarsely and as he directed his hard cock to the opening of her pussy, she spread herself wide, inviting him inside. He plunged inside of her and sank all the way inside in one quick motion. They moaned in unison as she tightened around him and he started a wild pace of withdrawing and pounding inside of her tight cunt. She wrapped her arms around him, trying to take him even deeper and moaned loudly as he pushed hard inside of her.

"So good," he groaned as he paused all the way inside of her, making a few slight movements as if he wanted to maintain the pleasure of being deep inside of her warmth. "You feel so good," he said in a strangled voice as he moaned in pleasure. 

She wrapped her legs behind his back and arched her hips, making him hit directly at her G-spot. She moaned loudly as she felt him massage the tender area, forcing her to start the climb up to where she would plunge into darkness and let the climax control her body. She struggled against it, wanted to make him come with her as she plunged into the pleasurable orgasm. 

She held him tightly as she tried to pleasure his cock as best she could. Switching between tightening and relaxing the muscles enveloping his large cock. Soon she heard him breathe harder and she tilted her hips, answering every downward plunge he made inside of her body. Massage her clit until she felt her body tightening around him, as she met his last downward push and felt him fill her up one last time. 

She screamed in joy as her entire body convulsed in a rhythmic wave of pleasure and utter contentment. Feeling her release take her higher as Nick screamed at the same time and plunged several times inside of her as his body climaxed forcefully. Holding her tightly, he bent down and kissed her mouth, as they both moaned to the aftershocks of their release. 

He rolled over to the side and held her closely to him, allowing them both to catch their breath after the earth shattering release.

"I love you," he said, holding her tightly in his arms.

"Good, because I love you too," she answered and smiled at him.



Temptation Ch. 13



I want to express my deepest gratitude to those of you who have followed this series and kindly sent me feedbacks. In fact, I never thought this story would be longer than 12 chapters, but based on your requests I've written a bonus chapter. 

To my readers: This one's for you! Hope you'll enjoy!

Ada 

Amy was cleaning out her closets and packing everything she had. Only a few weeks ago she had been a happy and single woman – or at least she had thought herself to be happy. But now she knew happiness came in different levels, and being loved by the most wonderful man she had ever met was definitely the height of happiness as far as she was concerned.

That made leaving her old apartment that much easier. Only she wasn't going far. Just across the hall to Nick's larger apartment. They had decided to keep his. And now she just had to figure out a way to sneak her things in between his own. She dug into the closet and wondered how on earth she had managed to collect so many things in just the few years she had lived here? 

She grabbed a familiar looking plastic bag and dragged it toward her. Did wonders ever cease... Her toys. Finally all her toys had surfaced again. She had almost forgotten all about them. She dug into the bag and lifted up a large and pink dildo. Her best friend for years, she chuckled.

"Romeo," she said aloud. "Oh where is my Romeo?"

"I suggest you put that thing away immediately," a deep voice interrupted her. "Or simply throw it in the garbage. You don't need a plastic device now that you have me." Nick gave her a heated look as he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway.

"Oh no? What about all those nights when you're doing stakeouts – or simply working late? Who will entertain me then, eh?" She smiled at him. "I think I better keep Romeo here close by just in case his services is needed," she said while moving her hand slowly along the dildo's smooth surface, taking in the plastic smell, before circling her fingertip against the cock head.

A choking sound was heard from where Nick was standing and she looked up to meet his flaming eyes staring daggers at her. She swallowed hard. 

"You were saying...?" she asked as lightly as she could, barely concealing the smile that wanted to come forward at the sight of Nick's angry expression. She gave the dildo's head a loud kiss.

"Stop that, for god's sake," Nick blurted out and shut the door behind him with a loud bang. "If you're so desperate for a cock, why don't you just say so?"

"What? Are you volunteering again?"

"I might, yes."

"You sure it hasn't anything to do with jealousy?"

"Huh? Jealous of what? A pink plastic container? Don't make me laugh."

"Maybe you're simply envious?" she teased him.

"About the size, you mean? In that case I might have to refresh your memory right away." He came forward slowly and methodically, his expression almost starved.

"Oops," she thought, before she jumped up and moved behind a chair.

"Come here, honey," Nick said in a sweetened tone. "Let me educate you."

"Nope, I think I can grasp the aspect just fine from over here." She winked at him as she stared at his abdomen and slowly licked her lips. "Besides, I think you can interrogate me quite easily from a distance."

"I'm not going to interrogate you."

"No? What a pity. I always enjoy those sessions."

"I'm going to spank you."

"No way!" And she ran toward the kitchen to get away from the maniac. "Spanking? How primitive is that? And here I thought the police where using more modern methods than torture these days," she said teasingly.

Nick followed her easily and they stood on opposite sides of her kitchen table. "Old methods works the best," he explained. "Even on hardened arsonists."

"You're never going to let me forget that one, are you?"

"No, but I might be open for bribery, as long as it's of the right kind" he teased her lightly.

"A ha. And what would you do for me then, officer?" Amy leaned over the table top and gave him a heated look. "Giving me some public service, perhaps?"

"If you like. But I most admit I prefer doing it in the private myself. So, it simply comes down to the bribery, doesn't it?"

"I thought so. Oh well, you cops are always weak for something sweet so I'm just made some donuts. That should cover it, eh?"

"Donuts? Sorry, Missy. You've just seen too many movies. You'll have to come up with something tastier than that." 

She gave his hardened and well trained body a firm look. Oh well, she should have realised he wasn't one for sweet cakes the way he looked. She stared at him, wishing his clothes would simply disappear and reveal the tempting body underneath the clothes. 


"Hm, in that case I might have to rethink my strategy," she said aloud as she contemplated her odds. "The chair or the table?"

"Huh?" He stared at her. "What happened to the bed in that equation of yours?"

"Who's doing the bribing here? You or me?" She stepped up to him and gave him a slight push backwards. He landed on one of the kitchen chairs.

"Are you sure about this, honey? That soft bed of yours will give us many more alternatives."

"Don't tempt me. I'm saving that for later," she smiled as she sank to her knees in front of him, roaming her eyes over his body from head to toe and up again before stopping at his tented trousers. "Nice view, Detective," she smiled as she met his heated eyes.

"I think you should investigate it further, just to be sure," he said hoarsely.

"Good idea." She moved between his thighs and started to roam her hands from his knees and upwards across his thighs. "It's getting warmer, don't you think?" She teased him lightly. He reached for the front of his jeans and unbuttoned the top button before she could stop him. She reached for his hands. "Allow me," she said while moving his hands to the back of the chair. "I'm buying, right?"

"Do your worst, darling," he chuckled.

"Oh, I will. I definitely will." She reached for his zipper and slowly unzipped his jeans, careful so as not to ruin his perfect hard-on. "Oh my," she gasped as his cock sprang forward, freed from it's containment.

"No underwear?" she asked surprised. Nick just smiled at her. "And here I thought the police was unarmed when they performed interviews." 

"Surprise tactic," he murmured.

"Hm, I think I like that sort of surprises." She moved her hands upwards and started unbuttoning his shirt as well.

"A little lower, thank you."

"What? Are you questioning my skills?"

"Not at all, darling. Just helping you along."

"Oh, I think I can manage quite well on my own," she raised herself and bent forward and started showering his chest with kisses. Nick mumbled something incoherently before leaning backwards in the chair, giving her easier access. Gradually she moved down his chest, across his stomach until she reached his hardened cock. She could feel him shivering as she reached for his hard flesh. He sucked in his breath as she opened her mouth and closed her lips around his cock head.

"Oh god," she heard him groan as she enveloped him in her warmth, moving her tongue along the ridge of the cock head and teasing the fold on the underside. She felt Nick's hands grab a hold on her hair, holding her tightly to him. She answered the unspoken plea and took him further into her mouth, sucking his flesh as she moved over him.

She looked up at him, loving the sight of his glazed eyes as he focused only on her and what she was doing to him. She really loved this man, she thought. Loved his weaknesses and especially his strengths, and the way he gave her permission to explore and play with him – trusting her completely. She had never felt this proud as when she knew he was getting pleasure from her touch. She sucked him hard and heard the responding hiss coming from his lips.

Moving her hand down underneath his cock, she massaged his balls slightly, knowing he liked being touched all over. She released his cock from her mouth and started licking his cock from top to bottom instead. Circling her hand around his root, she felt a tug every time she licked and kissed a new spot. She felt like screaming with joy by his inhibited responses and loud groans. She bent forward and gave his cock head a hard kiss.

"Oh my," she heard him gasp. Then as she started to prepare another assault, he growled out. "Enjoying yourself, are you?"

"You bet," she answered quickly while staring in fascination as some white liquid had gathered on top of his cock head. She placed her hand around the root again and tightened around him. Moving forward, she opened her mouth to give him the release he needed.

"Oh no, you don't," he cut in, and before she knew what was happening, he had lifted her up on her feet and started ripping off her clothes. She giggled at his desperation as blouse and trousers disappeared from her body.

"Body searching, Nick?" She teased him as her pulse increased just by thinking about taking his large cock inside of her. 

"Just give me a hand here," he said hoarsely as he struggled to remove her bra. She unclasped her bra and quickly rid herself of her panties. Standing before him she breathed heavily. Feeling the wetness between her legs and wondering how to proceed. She had meant to please him. To let her own orgasm wait until the next time, but instead he had turned the tables on her – again. But, she wasn't going to stop him. She really wanted – no, she craved him inside of her. 

"Come here, darling." She moved toward him and immediately he grabbed her and lifted her on top of him. Straddling his body. Feeling his hard cock against her stomach and looking up to see his heated expression.

"You're the boss. Do what you want," he panted out at the same time as he contradicted himself by raising his thighs, moving her closer to his cock and giving her directions as to where she should proceed.

"In that case...," she raised herself and angled her hungry pussy directly over his large cock head, before slowly sinking down on him. Feeling his large cock coming inside of her tightness. Lifting herself slightly, she sank further down on him, taking him further inside as they moaned in unison.

"God, you're killing me here," Nick said in a choked voice. Holding her tightly, he kissed her hard on the mouth and she continued moving up and then down again, fucking herself on his cock as the kiss deepened. She felt him push his tongue into her mouth and she sucked him slowly and leisurely, as the thought of her being double filled by him merged in her brain. She gasped by the hotness the image created in her and felt her cunt becoming even more moist.

She impaled herself all the way on his cock and sat still on his lap as she enjoyed the feeling of him filling her to the rim. She adjusted the angle slightly and tightened her muscles around his hard flesh and grinned as she heard him breath harshly. He grabbed her waist and lifted her body slightly away from his own, before letting go off her and making her slam down on top of him again. 

She let go of his mouth. Needing the extra air just to keep breathing. Naked need was taking over her body and she moved herself up and down on his cock as she tightened and relaxed her muscles, feeling his heat and warmth where she needed it the most. He bent his head forward and took her left nipple into his mouth and sucked her hard. She screamed in joy as she felt every nerve ending has moved to her breasts. Lifting herself up away his cock, she let go and impaled herself on his hard flesh, feeling the pleasure having moved to her cunt instead. 

She gasped and bent her upper body slightly backwards, trying to take him even deeper than before, feeling him touching her g-spot as well and making the ultimate plunge come even nearer. She held on to his shoulders as she moved slowly up and down his cock a few more times. Making sure every texture, every fold of his cock was planted on her memory. He lifted her toward him and moved to suck her right breast instead. Immediately she felt her breath hitch and she increased the pace in which she was riding his body.

"Yes," he groaned. "Faster, darling."

She held on to his shoulders and moved faster and harder. All thoughts and needs had disappeared, except for the one need to quench the fire in her cunt, and to take him along with her. She tightened around him and impaled herself in one hard motion and she heard his moans as she felt him following her to the finish line. 

Sinking down on him one last time, she screamed out her joy as her entire body was enveloped in shudders and warmth spread across her entire skin. She held on for dear life to Nick as she heard his responding screams and felt him shake as the orgasm took him. Sinking down on top of him in a heap of tired flesh she felt his arms curl around her waist as he pushed his cock inside of her a few more times as their bodies were gradually coming down.

They sat quietly for a few minutes. Each breathing deeply and contently as they clung to one another. Amy held on tightly as she felt Nick's cock still embedded in her cunt. A few tugs was felt against her inner walls and she smiled by the thought of simply staying where she was until Nick hardened again. Yes, that would be something, she thought. She wanted to keep him exactly where he was. Keep him and never let him leave her.

"What's so funny?" her prisoner asked finally.

"I was just thinking about staying here for another round as well," she answered truthfully and smiled at him.

At the same time she felt another tug inside of her and she smiled as she felt the wetness seeping from her, coating the way for him. She moved slowly upwards, before sinking down again.

He looked at her. A frown had developed in his forehead. "Keep that up and you'll get your wish."

"Is that a promise?" she teased him.

"You bet it is. But this time I'm choosing the furniture," he said as he lifted her up and carried her to the bed.