0 comments/ 14420 views/ 1 favorites A Long Wait By: active_imagination There was a knock on the door of the motel room. Peeking through the curtain, I see you, and rush to open the door. There is no hello, no how are you, no words exchanged at all. I pull you into the room, push you up against the door, close it, and put my lips on yours. Your arms go around me, holding me to you. I can already feel you through our clothes. My tongue traces your lips, before slipping inside, teeth meeting in the frenzied kiss. My legs are wobbly when you move your lips to the sensitive spot under my ear. I run my hands over your sleek head, down your back, until I have both hands gripping your ass. I squeeze when you lightly suck on my neck, sending shivers down my body. You pull your head back and look me in the eye. "I've been dreaming about this," I tell you. "So have I, Baby, so have I." Lifting your shirt over your head, I tell you, "You know I love it when you call me baby." I run my hands over the new skin I exposed. You're so strong, everything on your body fits perfectly. I run my finger nails down your chest, scrapping over you nipples. They stand out, and I run my tongue over them. My hands circle your waist, loving the smooth feel of your skin under my fingers. Your hands squeeze my tits when I slide mine inside your pants. The muscles in your ass clench when I rub my palms across them. Around your hips, fingers teasing the crease where your thigh meets your pelvis. Pulling my hands out, I reach to undo them. You stop me. You slowly start unbuttoning my shirt, kissing each spot that is revealed. On the third button, my tits are exposed. I wore no bra. You stare at them, before lifting them in your hands, feeling their weight. You lower your head running your tongue around my nipple, without touching it. Then you grab it with your teeth. I can't hold in the moan that comes from deep inside me. My hand finds the back of your head, urging you closer. You hold it with your teeth, and run your tongue over and over it. You pull and tug on the other one with your thumb and first finger. I hold them up, and you unbutton the rest of the buttons. The shirt slides off my shoulders, I let go of my tits so I can take it the rest of the way off. We move to the bed, laying side by side, your leg between mine, kissing and touching. Again I reach for your pants, wanting to feel what I have already seen. This time you don't stop me. Pushing you over onto your back, I finish undressing you. When you are completely naked, I sit, just looking. "Perfect," I tell you. "You are absolutely perfect." That little smile I love so much lights up on your face, making me warm and so happy. Starting at your ankles, I rub my hands up your legs. I love feeling your muscles jump at my touch. I kiss your stomach, just above the head of your cock, flicking my tongue out to touch it. When you moan, I wrap my fingers around you, lifting you to my lips. Wetting you down with my tongue, I slip my lips over the head, and suck in, pulling you inside my hot mouth, keeping pressure on you with my hand. Slowly, I lift and lower my head, taking you inside my mouth, tongue drawing circles on your skin. I can't believe you are getting longer and harder than you are. Your stomach is quivering when you pull my head off you. "Undress for me, baby." I stand up and finish taking off what is left of my clothes. Even though I'm insecure, there's nothing I won't do for you. The look on your face makes my fears disappear. You sit on the edge of the bed, and draw me to you. Kissing right underneath my tits, your finger slides between my lips. I'm already wet, and part my legs to allow you better access. You run your finger up and down my hot wet slit, easing just the tip inside. My head rolls back, and I grip your shoulders to keep my balance. Keeping your finger inside me, you stand up, and turn us around so that I can lie back on the bed. Your finger goes deeper when you settle on the mattress with me. My hips arch up when you add a second finger inside me. You kiss me, your tongue darting in and out of my mouth, your fingers matching the rhythm inside me. "I want you so bad. I want your big hard cock in my tight wet pussy. Make my dreams come true," I tell you. "Baby, I've waited so long for this. This is my fantasy too." Two pillows underneath me, my knees on the bed, head down, I feel your hand pushing on my lower back. The other hand eases up to my shoulders, pulling back, curving my back. I can feel your cock brushing against my pussy. I wiggle my hips, trying to get more. With a small laugh, you pull your hips away. Grabbing my ass with one hand, you use the other to rub your cock over me, using my juices to coat you. You ease just the tip into me, no further than the head. You're stretching me, it feels so good. I try to push against you, but your hand stops me. You slip another inch inside. I want all of you inside me, now, and I tell you that. You thrust hard, burying yourself in me. I cry out, I can feel you all the way inside me. You stay like that for a second, moving your hands around to grab my nipples. Tugging on them, pulling them outward, you pull outward, until only the tip is still inside me. You slam back into me, wrap your arm around my waist, grinding against me. I feel you throbbing, my muscles answering with squeezes. You moan and start thrusting and withdrawing, completely every time. Your fingers skim down over my stomach, reaching under to get a hold of my clit. Alternating pulling and rubbing, I bury my face in the blanket and let out a yell. "That's it baby, let go. Cum for me baby, I want to feel it," you tell me. You use your first two fingers, rubbing hard circles over my clit, slamming into me as hard as you can. Totally inside me, you pause, keeping only your fingers moving, then start small thrusts, only pulling out a little, and sliding back in. "Oh God, I'm cumming baby, your big hard sweet cock is making me cum!" As my body slows down, legs shaking, you pull out. I turn around, and take you in my mouth. Hands on the sides of my head, you give me all I can take. I taste you and me. "Damn baby, here it comes. Suck my cock, taste my cum," you moan. Your words excite me. With your head buried in my throat, I gently cup your balls, using light pressure. I feel them throb and your hot cum starts shooting down my throat. I swallow it all, not wanting to lose any of it. I let you slip out of my lips, and kiss the very end. Laying back on the bed, still breathing hard, you lay down beside me. You wrap your arm around me, kiss my lips. "That was worth the drive, and the wait," I say. "That was just round one," you tell me, giving me that smile again. A Long Wait This is a story I started, and my editor, Ray, finished. I wont be writing anymore, because of something someone said. This is one of my last two submissions. No Prom for Stella "You can't leave before the Prom!" Kirk exclaimed as he stared at Stella incredulously. "Everybody goes to the Prom." "Well everybody won't be going to this Prom," Stella replied mildly, as she continued stowing her books into cardboard cartons. "Anyway, I haven't got a date," she added matter-of-factly. "You could have," Kirk protested, "There are plenty of guys who'd have fallen over each other to take you." "Then they'll have to fall over each other, won't they." "I'm going to miss you, Stella," Kirk said regretfully, "it's been a long time...er...how many years?" "Fourteen," replied Stella. "That long? It seems like only the other day we met." "Kindergarten," Stella laughed, "we were all told to get into pairs and hold hands and you held mine." "Fancy you remembering that." Stella glanced up from her packing and said, "There are a lot of things I remember. Hand me that pile of books please." He handed her the books saying, "You know, I'd forgotten." "Yes, I thought you had...I'm going to need another carton." "Look Stella, there's still time for you to change your mind and come to the Prom. You don't really need to be in New York so soon." Stella sighed with exasperation, "I've told you Kirk, my flight is booked and it'll only be four days before my course begins as it is. Now stop talking and find me another carton." Kirk persisted; "Why do you have to go to New York anyway? You could have done the same course here." "Okay Kirk, let's get it clear for this one last time; point one, my sister has gone to live in New York and so I can stay with her; point two, it's not the same business management course as the one here, the New York course is world class, and that's what I want. Got it?" "Yes, I've got it," Kirk said sullenly." "Now, are you going to find that carton for me or...oh by the way, can you pick me up to take me to the airport?" "What time is the flight?" "7-30 a.m." "My God, that's the middle of the night!" "For some it is. Do you pick me up, yes or no?" "Yes ma'am," said Kirk, giving her a mock salute. "Have I not always obeyed your slightest command?" "No, and make it 6 a.m." Farewell At 6-05 a.m. Kirk arrived to pick Stella up. "You're late," Stella snapped, "and I got these for you because I'm damned sure you wouldn't have thought of them." She presented him with a corsage of flowers in a box. "What...what's this for?" Kirk said. "For Courtney." "Courtney?" As if speaking to an idiot child and almost putting hyphens between the words, Stella said, "You are taking Courtney to the Prom tonight aren't you." "Er...yes..." "Then give her these flowers to pin on her dress, and make sure she has a good time." "Oh yes...yes...I will." Kirk grinned, "Let's hope she gives me a good time after the Prom." "Is that all you can think about?" Stella asked, exasperated. "Yes." Kirk replied with a grin. Stella looked at him morosely but said nothing. They drove to the airport in silence. Despite all their recent talk about, "We'll keep in touch," they both sensed that this was a turning point in their lives; Stella taking a demanding management course far away, and Kirk his no less demanding architectural course at their local university. When if ever would they see each other again? Kirk helped Stella check in her baggage and then hung around with her in the departure lounge. As he looked at the waiting people he couldn't but help contrast them with those in the past he had seen in the arrival lounge. In the arrival lounge people waited with eager anticipation, hugs, kisses and laughter; here there was the despondent atmosphere of people about to part from their loved ones. He and Stella sat silently waiting for her flight to be called. Fourteen years of companionship, of fun and sometimes tears and although their hearts were full of words, they could find nothing to say. The flight was called and Stella gave Kirk a quick kiss on the cheek and saying, "Thanks for everything Kirk," she turned and left him almost at a run. Kirk gazed after her until he could see her no more, and then went to the viewing platform and watched the aircraft take off. He stood there for a while after the aircraft had taken off as if by doing so she would be with him a little longer, then turned and went despondently to his car. Flight and Arrival Stella clipped on the seat belt as the aircraft taxied to its take-off point. Looking through the small window she tried to see Kirk, but failed. For a few moments the aircraft waited as the pilot received instructions for take off. Then the ferocious roar of the engines, a jerk as the brakes were released and then it thundered down the runway gathering speed. It rose, there was a soft clunk as the wheels came up, and it seemed to Stella that fourteen years had been left behind, never to be picked up again. The tears she had fought down ever since Kirk had arrived to pick her up now came. "If only he had known, if only he had seen," she thought, "but he never has and never will." The aircraft banked and the buildings far below looked like minute dolls' houses. "I'll never see this again." "Excuse me, are you all right?" A stewardess stood looking at her, concern showing on her face. Stella took a handkerchief from her bag and wiped her eyes. "Yes, I'm fine," she said shakily. The stewardess looked at her for a few more moments and then passed on. Stella looked down at the passing scene below wondering why she had never told him -- had never spoken to him of what was in her heart. "Tonight he'll be taking Courtney to the Prom, and knowing Courtney he'll probably get what he wants; why has he never wanted that with me? He never even asked me to go to the Prom with him." So many times he had failed to ask her to go out on any proper date with him. It had been fine -- fun -- until that teenage boy-girl thing started to become important, and while Kirk always wanted to play the field she had only had eyes for him. It wasn't that she was unattractive; heaven knows she'd had enough offers of dates - and other things - but it was Kirk, always bloody Kirk, and he couldn't have cared less who she went around with. "Too late now," she thought, "the die is cast and I'm on my way to another life." As if to protect herself from more depressing thoughts she dropped off to sleep, not to wake until they were being told they were about to land. The wheels clunked again then touched the runway. Brakes squealed, the aircraft slowed and then taxied towards the arrival lounge and came to a softly whining halt. Her sister Anthea was waiting for her and in the excitement of greeting each other Kirk faded from Stella's thoughts. The next few days kept her fully occupied. She had the final details about her course to settle, and she had never been to New York before, and Anthea delighted in showing her the sights. Kirk continued to linger in the back recesses of her mind as during the following years she threw herself into the business management studies. Kirk may have remained only in the back of her mind, but he was nevertheless there. This became obvious when, during vacation times, she had the opportunity to revisit her old haunts and she chose not to. Although she tried not to admit it to herself, she dreaded seeing Kirk, and having the old hurts rise up again. And so the years passed. She got her degree and began to climb up the promotional ladder. The Prom Night. As Kirk left the airport he felt emptiness inside him. The departure of Stella had been like having a chunk of him self torn from him. "Why did I never tell her how I really felt," he asked himself. He knew the answer, it had been fear of commitment; a youthful desire to experience, uncommitted to any one particular relationship. "Too late now," he thought, and tried to visualize how it would be with Courtney at the Prom that evening, the noise, the laughter, the realization of freedom from high school at last, and then afterwards...yes, afterwards. Courtney was a good looking, buxom girl with large luscious breasts. For the moment Stella faded from his mind. "Better make sure the back seat of the car is clear of junk," he grinned in anticipation. His moment of mild euphoria over Courtney did not last for long. He visualized Stella in flight, gradually being drawn farther away from him. It was rather like the experience at the death of a loved one; the unbelief, the desire to hold on to dead loved one, the widening time gap between life and death that nothing could reverse. "She'll be landing in New York by now," he thought. "She'll be meeting her sister, and then...and then..." It was like a mini death, and he was grieving for her. By the time he went to pick up Courtney he was in no mood for an evening of revelry. Courtney, who was very aware of herself, and who believed that any male would have been over the moon about dating her, was quick to pick up his mood. "What the hell's the matter with you," she asked petulantly, "You look like a funeral director who hasn't been paid." Kirk shrugged, "I saw Stella off this morning," he said abstractedly. "Oh dear," Courtney responded sarcastically, "You poor boy, the fair princess isn't going to be at the ball and she's left him. Well you've got me, so brighten up because I'm not going to put up with your post-Stella blues." And put up with it she did not. She had no difficulty in picking up dance partners and soon she was dancing with everyone but Kirk, who sat gloomily in a corner. There were those who did not know of Stella's departure who heaped further misery on Kirk by asking him where she was. At the end of the revelries Kirk walked without Courtney to his car. Passing Frank Dodd's car he heard squeals and groans emanating from its back seat. He glanced in at the window and the startling red dress Courtney had been wearing told him who it was on the back seat. He was surprised at how little the sight affected him. Ten Years Later "We've done it Stella; they're coming across with the money." "All of it Nick?" "All of it...all five hundred million." "God that's a relief; I honestly didn't think we'd ever raise the finance to start the project. Three cheers for Venture Finance Corporation." "And three cheers for McGregor Constructions," added Nick. Nick Zenaphon as CEO of McGregor Constructions and Stella as finance manager had been negotiating for months to get a capital loan to redevelop a prime city site the company had bought. They had thought that they would have to accept the money in small parcels from several investment companies, so for Venture to pick up the whole tab was an enormous relief. "There is a proviso," Nick continued. "Aha, I thought there'd be a catch somewhere and they'll have more than one proviso if I know the chairman of their board," Stella said cynically, "What is it?" "Old Abrahams, yes a shrewd operator," Nick grinned wryly. "I've got copies of the contract, take a look at it and you'll see, but the proviso I had in mind is that they're insisting on choosing the architect." "Oh, I suppose they've got someone in mind." "Yes, a fairly new kid on the block, the guy who designed the state administration building they're all raving about." "I haven't heard the rave," Stella said, "What's his name?" "A guy called Kirk Matthews." It didn't register for a few moments, and when it did Stella felt the blood drain from her face. Kirk Matthews! It had to be the same Kirk because he'd been studying architecture. "Are you okay," Nick asked, "you've gone quite pale." "What? er...yes I'm fine. It must be the relief at getting Venture on board." "Never known you to react so strongly before," Nick grinned. "Abrahams has called a meeting for 10-30 Wednesday next week. Take a look at the contract and watch out for the detail, there's sure to be some fine points we don't want to overlook, knowing him." "Where's the meeting to be held?" "Venture board room." "Trust him to have it on his own territory." "Yes," Nick shrugged, and saying, "I'll leave you with it," he left her. The Finer Points Stella picked up the thick wad of paper that constituted the contract. She knew that there would be lots of sub-clauses and fine print in a Venture contract, and she tried to concentrate. It wasn't easy because Kirk was looming over her thoughts. After she had left for New York , she had lost touch with him. The truth was that she had not returned any of his emails, letters and numerous calls. After a couple of month of this, he had stopped. Ridiculously this had hurt Stella tremendously, but somewhere in her troubled mind she had decided that the only way to get over Kirk was to completely exclude him from her life, and she had done just that. Once she had been in love, but that was over now, or so she thought. She had made her way in that hard business world still dominated by males. Love, emotion, played no part in that world and she had eliminated those soft and profitless things from her life. She was efficient and respected, and that was enough. Lust, yes that could have played a part; the guys who said however nicely, "Come across for me and you'll be up the next rung of the promotional ladder." had been refused. Stella had chosen to make it the hard way by sheer ability and thus had kept her knickers on; that way complications were avoided. And she had made it, so why had she felt so startled when Kirk's name was mentioned as architect? She had been quite religious in her youth, but that had been dropped in the struggle towards the top, but now she prayed, "Don't let it be my Kirk, let it be some other Kirk." She made an effort and dismissed Kirk from her mind, "I'll deal with that later," she told herself, and focused on the contract; she eventually found the clause that bore the imprint of old Abrahams. Oh how sweet it sounded on first reading, no interest on the $500 million loan, incredible! She soon found the catch. Venture was to have fifty percent of the building and its rental from the office space. "Crafty bastard," she thought, "he knows damned well they'll be fighting to get office space in the building and Venture will reap far more than the fifteen percent interest rate that was usual. That will have to be challenged." The Meeting "Mr. Abrahams, I think you know our finance manager, Ms. Reynolds," Nick said. "Yes...yes...of course, a pleasure to meet you again Ms Reynolds." Mr. Abrahams glanced at his watch. "Our architect hasn't arrived yet, but I think we should make a start." "Typical Kirk," Stella thought, "always late." The welcome and other preliminaries of a formal meeting were over before Kirk arrived. "Sorry to be late," he said, "got held up on the freeway." "My God is he still using that old excuse," Stella thought. "Mr. Matthews, I don't think you know Mr. Zenaphon and Ms. Reynolds of McGregor Constructions." "No I don't think..." Kirk seemed to freeze in mid-sentence as he looked at Stella. Without finishing his sentence he shook hands with Nick and Stella and Mr. Abrahams said, with a reproachful look at Kirk, "Shall we continue?" Stella sat looking at Kirk. "He's changed," she thought, remembering the somewhat gauche youth she had known. "He has the look of a mature man, a confident professional." The talk went on around her but she was not concentrating; it was a distant buzz of half heard phrases; "Tenancy..." "Rental space..." "Estimated profits..." "Stella, I think you had something you wanted to say about...Stella..." "What?" "The question of rental revenue." Stella gathered her thoughts and said, "Oh...er...yes...we find that Venture's claim for fifty percent of the rental floor space in lieu of interest on the loan to be excessive. We are confident that the building, located as it will be right on the river front -- a prime position, and given the amount we have already invested when purchasing the site and the anticipated one hundred percent occupancy we expect to attain very quickly, it would..." "Ah, but we must recoup our loan within reasonable time," Mr. Abrahams said, with the light of battle in his eyes. Nick, trying to avoid an outright confrontation nearly brought about the confrontation when he said, "Surely twenty five percent would soon cover the loan with an excellent profit margin for Venture, given the going interest rate." "And who will finance you if Venture does not?" asked Mr. Abrahams, threateningly. The verbal battle raged for half an hour, and finally Stella suggested a thirty three and a third percent for Venture, to which Abrahams with pretended reluctance agreed. She had known that fifty percent was only financial kite flying by Venture, and that they would settle for less rather than lose the lot. The discussion turned to the design of the building, and Kirk stepped in with his preliminary draft drawings. "Beautiful...beautiful...murmured Mr. Abrahams, but all this landscaping round the building, we shall be losing so much floor space if..." And so the battle raged on a new front; "Public responsibility," "Streetscape," "Harmony," "Official acceptance of the plan," "Minimal loss of floor space," "Minimization of public opposition..." Stella, the hard nosed woman of business, seemed to hear it all through a thick fog, almost as if she was not the one hearing, but someone else. The meeting ended with the signing of the contract, and Stella appended her signature without knowing fully what she was really agreeing to. "Well that's that Stella," Nick said as the meeting broke up, "We got a good deal." "Did...did we?" Stella asked vaguely. "Well of course we did," Nick grinned, "What about dinner tonight." "Dinner!" Stella thought, "He never gives up trying." "No thanks Nick," she replied, "I've got things to do." She knew what Nick really wanted, and on the one previous occasion they'd had dinner together, he had almost got it afterwards in her apartment. It was only as he tried to remove her panties that she had rebelled; "No...no Nick...go home to your wife...don't...don't..." He had been angry and frustrated, but he didn't love her, only lusted for her, and she had no time or desire to engage in a one night stand with Nick. He had recovered from his anger at her rejection a few days later, but had never given up trying. He was irritated now by her refusal of his invitation. He shrugged and said, "Suit your self," and stalked off. She and Kirk hung back as the others departed, and when they were alone Kirk came to her and said, "A long time Stella." "Yes Kirk, a long time; fourteen years." She felt vaguely that she had spoken similar words before. "As long as that?" "Yes, as long as that. You've changed." "So have you." Kirk said, still not able to digest the fact that he was talking to Stella, someone he thought he'd never meet again. Both of them stood there, looking at each other. It was as though they were frozen in time. "Stella." Nick called sharply, breaking the spell. He was standing at the door of the conference room, looking at the two of them with a strange expression on his face. "Must go, Kirk," Stella said, turned quickly and went to Nick, feeling shaken. Kirk stood there and watched her go, also feeling agitated. Old Feelings Never Die After their reunion Kirk needed to have frequent contact with Stella regarding finance for the project. Both were determined to maintain a professional stance, but there was constraint during these contacts even a tinge of hostility. A Long Wait Nothing further was said about their past relationship, but it seemed to hang there between them; it was like a ghost in a haunted house that neither was prepared to admit that they could see, each waiting for the other to say they could see it. If during those years when they had not seen or heard from each other they had come to believe they had, as people say, "Got over each other," after meeting again they were quickly disabused of this. They had not got over each other. In the depths of the night when her professionalism fell away from her, and Stella became a woman open to all the emotions she held in check at other times, she wept for the love she had never revealed. For his part Kirk, instead of being his usually exuberant self, seemed to become grim, as if he was holding something inside him that was struggling to get out. Nick watched them, faintly amused. He could see from their behaviour that these were not two people who had been casual acquaintances in the past. It was almost as if they were grieving in each other's presence. "They were once in love with each other," he thought, "and probably still are but won't admit it." Rather than a deterrent to getting into Stella's bed, he saw this as an opportunity. For a long time he had sought for a weakness in Stella's emotional armour. If he was right and Stella was still in love with Kirk, then the fact that neither would acknowledge this might give him the opportunity to console Stella. The opportunity came sooner and more conveniently than he expected. It was late one evening and Stella had been in a protracted argument with Kirk over some relatively petty matter of costing that normally would have passed without comment. The old saying, "You always hurt the one you love," applied here. Stella in her increasing emotional frustration chose this matter to try and get under Kirk's skin, and she succeeded. Finally Kirk stormed out of her office after accusing her, quite correctly on this occasion, of behaving like a "Petty minded, nitpicking idiot who left to her own devises would spoil the whole project to the sake of a few dollars." For once losing control Stella yelled after him, "Get out...get out of my office, and in future send one of your minions to negotiate with me, they're likely to be more intelligent." Nick had gleefully overheard this commotion and waited for a few minutes after Kirk had left and then entered Stella's office. Stella, having once given way to her feelings had continued to do so, and was sitting at her desk weeping. "Hey, what's this," Nick said in a soothing voice, "crying?" "You heard?" Stella sobbed. "Of course I heard. It's just as well everybody else has gone home or the whole office would have heard. Now come on sweetheart, what's it all about?" He went to her and kneeling beside her took her hands in his. "Oh Nick, he's so unreasonable, and the things he called me, I...I..." "I heard," Nick said, "if you like I'll deal with him in future. I'll get you to brief me on the financial situation and you won't need to have anything more to do with him." "Oh Nick, you're so good to me, but it's my job and I..." "And I'm the CEO and I'm telling you that you needn't be bothered by him in future. You know how I feel about you Stella; I'd do anything to keep you happy." He kissed her tentatively and in her distress, and taken off guard, Stella responded. Years of sexual restraint added to her emotional turmoil and Stella became aroused, her mouth clinging to Nick's as their tongues meshed. He was unbuttoning her blouse and then his hands were on her naked breasts. "Oh Nick...Nick...I'm so unhappy," she gasped. "I know...I know," he said in a smooth seductive voice, "you need some tender loving care and I'm going to give it to you." His hand had slipped up her skirt and he was gently massaging her pudendal cleft. Her vagina was lubricating and she moaned again, "Nick...oh Nick..." He moved her, unresisting, to sit on the desk, and pulling down his zip and taking out his penis, her parted Stella legs and standing in front of her and pulling aside the thin strip of panty cloth covering her groin, penetrated her vagina. "That's better isn't it, it feels good doesn't?" he said soothingly. "Oh yes...yes...I need this...I need it Nick..." Stella wept. Nick began to move in her with increasing rapidity. Stella felt her orgasm rising and taking over. "Oh Nick...Nick...harder...do it to me harder...I want it...don't stop...I'm coming...I'm...I'm...oh...oh...ohwaa...ohha...ha...ha...ohwaaaa." She felt Nick's sperm being spurted into her and she screamed as she reached her climax. As she came down from the heights Nick kept whispering to her, "Better now...better now...that's what you needed...what you've needed for a long time, isn't it?" "Yes...oh yes...do it to me again." Nick grinned inwardly, and cynically thought, "They all come across eventually given the right situation." He said, "Not here darling, let's go back to your place and we can make a night of it." "But...but your wife..." Stella said. "That's okay," Nick replied easily, "you know how it is for high powered people like me; we get called away at a minutes notice to deal with some problem or the other. I'll just give her a call and tell I've got to go upstate overnight." The Morning After Stella woke the next morning and looked at Nick still asleep beside her. He had demonstrated his expertise; in fact he had been a little too expert. Her nipples were sore and she had bite marks on her neck where he had sunk his teeth into her. For a while she had experienced the consolation that sexual intercourse can give at times of distress, but in the end he had become so demanding, asking her to do things that she found abhorrent, she had pushed him away saying that she was tired and wanted to go to sleep. He had persisted for a little longer, but in the end gave up. Now, in the light of day, Stella at first felt uneasy about what she had done, and that unease developed into a feeling of self-loathing. There had been no love, only raw lust. She got off the bed and looked down at Nick with distaste. "My God, what have I done," she thought. "I've given him what he has always been harassing me for; he got me at a weak moment and used me, stupid fool that I was." She made her way to the shower and there washed away the smell of their couplings, but she couldn't wash away her self contempt for letting herself be used. "Suppose he's made me pregnant," she thought apprehensively, "what will I do then...what will he do?" If she needed confirmation of how Nick felt she got it soon enough. He came into the kitchen asking what was for breakfast and saying, "A great night, Stella, we must do it again some time." He looked at her closely, grinned and went on, "Better not come into the office for a few days with those marks on your neck." "I'll cover them with makeup," Stella replied, "and anyway no will know who gave them to me, so you'll be safe." Nick laughed, "They'll probably think that architect who's so hot for you made them. No, you stay away for a couple of days, that's an order." "Nick, suppose I'm pregnant will you..." He laughed again and said, you'd better get the architect to screw you and then you can blame him, or alternatively you can have an abortion, I'll pay for it." Stella gasped, "My God Nick, you're utterly callous. I..." "Hey, what's this," Nick said, "you surely didn't think that last night amounted to a lifetime commitment did you? It was a bit of fun and I didn't notice you resisting -- except over anal penetration. I gave you a good time, so why start griping now?" "You bastard Nick," Stella said quietly, "you utter bastard. You got me when I was at a low ebb and..." "Oh, so I'm to blame am I?" Nick said viciously. "That's the trouble with bitches like you; you can't wait to spread your legs and afterwards it's not you fault. I'll get my breakfast elsewhere, and you stay away from the office, understood?" With that he slammed out of the room and the apartment. Stella, left with not only her misery over Kirk, now had added humiliation and self-disgust. The Ego Trip Nick in fact cared little whether anyone knew that he'd spent the night with Stella or anyone else. There were a number of women who unlike Stella owed their rise up the promotional ladder to nights spent with Nick. It didn't even matter if his wife knew about his sexual infidelities since she enjoyed the financial advantages of being a CEO's wife, and also enjoyed a few infidelities of her own. "An open marriage" she and Nick called it. Nick reveled in his conquests and was not hesitant about dropping hints that he had enjoyed this or that woman's body. Now he had a particularly target in mind. Aware as he was that Kirk had some longstanding emotional attachment to Stella he had been jealous. The fact that he had reached the goal before Kirk gave him immense satisfaction, and he was going to play it for all it was worth. He had made sure that Stella was out of the way and that Kirk would have to deal with him. Nick's office inWhen Kirk, much to his surprise, was led into stead of Stella's he was about to ask where she was when Nick got in first. "Ah, Kirk my dear chap, that little misunderstanding between you and Stella over costs; she told me about it and it's quite ridiculous. Of course you can go ahead; I'll see to it that Stella is informed." "Well, thank you," Kirk said, relieved that the matter was settled. "By the way, where is Stella?" Nick smiled and instead of answering Kirk's question, sat back in his big CEO's chair and said, "Attractive woman, isn't she." "Yes, very attractive, but where is..." "Wouldn't blame you if you fancied her Kirk, a lot of men do." "Fancy her...?" "Yes of course they do, and she knows how to enjoy herself." "What do you mean?" Nick laughed and said confidentially, "Well, man to man, you wouldn't refuse it if it was on offer, would you? Come on, admit it." Kirk made no answer, and Nick went on, "Come on old chap, admit it, you'd be happy to get into her knickers, and if you want a tip from me, it's easy enough, she's hot for it." "What the hell are you getting at?" Kirk said furiously. "No need to get worked up Kirk, just because others have been there before you." "Including you?" Kirk snapped. "Well of course old chap, she's gasping for it so you can hardy blame me can you." "Why the hell are you telling me this you're betraying her and..." "Oh come on Kirk, the days when gentlemen don't kiss and tell are long gone. I'm just trying to tip you off, if you do fancy her, then she's easy." He winked salaciously and went on, "I've had my share so I'm just being friendly and letting you know she's available to anyone who gets horny over her. Now, we've settled that little matter you and she argued about, so is there anything else?" Kirk, stunned by what Nick had revealed, his illusions about Stella shattered, said, "No...no...not now..." "Good, don't hesitate to drop in any time to see me," Nick said airily. The Aftermath Kirk left Nick's office feeling as if he was living a nightmare. "Not Stella, not lovely Stella, she wouldn't, she couldn't." But why had Nick told him those things about her if they weren't true, what possible motive could he have? He had no idea what she had done over those long years when they'd had no contact, so why shouldn't she do those things if that was what she wanted. He was all too aware of the promiscuousness of women -- he had good reason to know. It was just that he had always a carried an image of Stella in his mind that was completely contrary to what Nick had revealed. He told himself that he had been no better than Stella; that he'd had his share of women -- no commitment, no responsibility, but now he knew with the utmost clarity that Stella had almost from the beginning been the love of his life. He stayed away from the offices of McGregor Constructions for as long as he could, but finally he had to go and see Nick. He intended to avoid Stella but stepping out of the elevator she was standing there. He was shocked by her appearance. The normally well groomed, well dressed professional woman looked almost bedraggled, her hair untidy, dark rings under her eyes and her complexion gray and he could see dark marks on her neck even though hidden under heavy makeup. He looked at her questioningly, "Stella?" Her eyes were on him but as if not seeing him. She made no attempt to get into the elevator; the doors closed and the elevator descended. Again he said, "Stella?" Her eyes seemed to flicker into life and she said dully, "Kirk, if there's something you need you must see Nick." "Yes, but you, what's the matter, you look terrible, are you ill?" "No...no...I'm fine, just see Nick." The shutters seem to come down over her eyes again. Kirk stood for a few moments longer looking at her. The elevator returned, she stepped into it, the doors closed and she was gone. He went on into Nick's office. "Ah Kirk old chap, what can I do for you?" Nick said cheerfully. "What the hell's the matter with Stella?" Kirk asked. "Stella? Don't really know old boy, except she's making a bloody nuisance of herself, dripping around like a wraith. She hasn't done a scrap of work and she'll be for the high jump if she doesn't pull her self together. There's plenty more where she came from. If you want to know what the trouble is you'd better ask her." "I did," Kirk said sharply, not liking Nick's tone, "and all she said was to come and see you." "Yes, of course, after your little fracas with her I thought it best if I dealt with any business you have in mind, so what is it?" "It's about the concrete pour scheduled for Friday. When I asked the site manager if it was okay he said that it couldn't be done in one day, and it's got to be, we can't have a second pour the following day it breaks up proper setting. I said that the men would have to work overtime to do it in one, and he said that he had no authority to allow overtime." "Is that all," Nick said, "You could have phoned that one in. I'll tell the manager to go ahead with the overtime." "Well actually I also wanted to apologise to Stella about our row, but..." "Oh well, go and apologise by all means, and see if you can find out what's bugging her." Kirk left Nick and made his way to Stella's office. Her secretary informed him that Stella wasn't there, and she thought she'd gone home. "She doesn't seem at a well," she said. "Any idea what's wrong with her?" Kirk asked. "No; I did ask, but she looked as if she was going to burst into tears and wouldn't say anything." "Kirk left the office and drove to Stella's apartment block. Having arrived there he sat in the car for a while, wondering if he should get involved. He thought of their years of their friendship, and steeling himself entered the building and went up in the elevator to the third floor and made his way to Stella's door. It was opened by Stella who if anything looked worse than ever. "Kirk," she said drearily, "what do you want? I told to see..." "Nick, yes I know, but I want to know what's wrong with you." "I told you, nothing." "Lair," Kirk snapped, "do you know you're close to getting fired by Nick?" "Bastard," Stella snarled -- or it would have been a snarl if she hadn't sounded so dreary. "I want to know what's wrong with you, have you been diagnosed with breast cancer or something?" "I suppose you'd better come in," Stella said, stepping aside to let him pass. The apartment was well furnished, but was in a disheveled state, rather reflecting the condition of its occupier. "Sit down," Stella said ungraciously, indicating an armchair, and then flopped down into another armchair. "Come on Stella, out with it, and don't tell me there's nothing wrong because there obviously is." Stella gave a tremulous sigh and said, "I suppose you might as well know because soon everyone will. I think I'm pregnant." "You think you are!" Kirk exclaimed, "Don't you know?" "Well not for sure, but I'm a couple of days late with...you know." "Do you...do you know who the father is?" Kirk asked hesitantly. "Who the father is?" Stella said tersely, "of course I know who the father is." "Well which one; and I'm surprised that an intelligent woman like you didn't make sure you were on the pill before you started your promiscuous sex life." Stella suddenly seemed to spring into life. My promi...what the hell are you talking about, how dare you accuse me of...where did you get that from?" "Well, I was...I was just told." "Told...told...who told you." "Well I don't like to..." "Oh, so it was some guy; trust you guys to cover for each other; well you don't need to tell me, it was Nick, wasn't it, what did he tell you?" "Well, he said that if I fancied you, you'd come across..." "He what...it's your fault anyway." Kirk was utterly bewildered. "Me, what did I do?" "You upset me." "Upset you, when?" "The other day when we had that argument about..." "Are you telling me that it was because of the argument that Nick now says you're promiscuous? That's crazy, Stella." Tears were welling up in Stella's eyes. "Nick heard us arguing and after you'd gone he came in to see what is has all been about. I was crying and he started to comfort me and...well, to cut it short, we ended up in bed together for the night." Kirk said slowly, "We had an argument and so you ended up in bed with Nick; it sounds like a pretty thin reason for going to bed with someone. What are you saying; that Nick is the alleged father of the uncertain child?" "Not alleged father; he's the only one who could be the father." "The only...but Nick said..." "You've already told me what Nick said," Stella wept. "I don't know what he's up to, perhaps hoping to give himself an escape route if I am pregnant, hoping I wouldn't go so far as to have tests to prove he's the father." Kirk sat back in the chair staring at Stella. "Now let me get this straight, Stella," he said with deliberation: "We had an argument that upset you; Nick heard the argument and came in to ask you what it was about; you were crying; he comforted you and ended up in bed with you; now you think your pregnant and he's the father; Nick it seems, is now spreading the story that you're an easy screw so people won't think he's daddy, and it's all my fault. Have I got it right? "Yes," Stella said between sobs. "It still doesn't make sense Stella. What we argued about was really rather petty, but it can happen in any business negotiations. One of the people gets annoyed and before you know it there's a silly argument going on, but it doesn't usually end up with a pregnancy." "It does if you're in love with the person your arguing with." "Ah well," Kirk said thoughtfully, "I suppose if personal emotions enter into...what did you say?" There was a long pause and then Stella said forcefully, if a little unjustly, "You deserted me." "Me, deserted you," Kirk said with equal force. "Who was it that went off to New York and left me?" "You wanted to go to the prom with that slut Courtney just because you thought you'd get an easy screw." "I wanted to go to the prom with you but..." "No you didn't, you never asked me, and why not? Because you didn't think I'd let you screw me in the back of your car." Guiltily Kirk said, "You may be right, I did know that Courtney was an easy screw, but if it's any satisfaction to you, I didn't get to screw her anyway." "Oh, why not?" "Because I was so upset about you leaving I couldn't be bothered to pay her any attention. You left me, and now you blame me because you're pregnant; it's your own fault." A Long Wait Stella changed tack and yelled, "You were so upset you couldn't even be bothered to write to me." "I did write to you but you never responded." Stella ducked that one and went on, "I loved you when we were children, and when we were teenagers you've no idea how you hurt me with all those girls. I could see it was hopeless so..." "I loved you Stella," Kirk yelled more forcefully than he intended, "but you never said a word and I thought..." "That's your trouble Kirk Reynolds, you never think. If you really want to know, I'd have done anything for you but you didn't want me." "You never said..." "And neither did you." "So you end up letting a shit like Nick screw you...Nick, who's now happily spreading the news." There was another long pause as the combatants regained their breath, and then Kirk said quietly, "You didn't love me, did you; you're only saying that to get at me, to blame me for what you did with Nick." Also calmly Stella said, "I did love you Kirk, I almost worshipped you, but I couldn't say it until you gave me a sign that you felt the same about me. All the years we were apart it was always you I thought of. Crazy isn't it. I even avoided coming home so I wouldn't have to be hurt, seeing you with...with someone else." "You know Stella, I've screwed around, but I never wanted any of it to be permanent. I wasn't always sure why, but I suppose I was always looking for you in other women, and could never find you." "Kirk," Stella said softly, "there's only been the once, with Nick, and that was only one night and I felt dirty afterwards." Kirk smiled ruefully and said, "I suppose that makes me more of a slut that you." "Let's not add up the scores, Kirk," Stella replied, "there's no winners in that game, only losers." "You know I love you very dearly, Stella. When we were kids you were always there for me and I often wasn't there for you, but now, count on me, no matter what." "No matter what, Kirk? Be careful, I might take you up on that." "I'll be waiting," Kirk replied tenderly. "I think I'll be okay now, Kirk, and perhaps we both need time to digest what we've said. Don't let's talk again for a few days; if you need anything there's still Nick." Kirk smiled grimly and said, "I'll bear that in mind." Set in Concrete There was contact with Stella later that day. She rang Kirk that evening with the news that, "It's okay, it's started." "What's started?" "My woman's thing." "You mean you weren't pregnant after all." "That's right." "That'll be a relief." "Yes, but I don't think I'll tell Nick for a while, I'll just keep him in tenterhooks." "Yes, good idea," Kirk said thoughtfully. The next day he went to Nick's office. Nick looked up and smiled saying, "What now old chap?" "That concrete pour on Friday." "I thought we fixed that Kirk." "There's an ingredient I'd like to add." "Ingredient; what are you talking about Kirk?" "I'd like to add you, Nick, have you tied down to the reinforcing and watch the concrete being poured over you." "What...what the hell are you talking about?" "You Nick, I'm talking about you and Stella; I'm talking about her pregnancy." "I'm not responsible for her..." "Pregnancy? No of course you're not Nick, it's one of those other guys isn't it; one of those other guys that Stella screws around with, right?" "Yes...yes...of course it is." "Well Nick, you've got one lucky break because, you see, I wouldn't want to go to jail for you, but...and you'd better take this in...if ever I learn that you've tried to screw Stella again, and if I hear that you've been spreading any more lies about her, I might just overcome my aversion to jail and give you your just deserts. "I hope I've made myself clear because I won't be saying it a second time. And in future I'll do my business with Stella. Good morning Nick." Ring Out the Bells It is one of the sadder aspects of our humanity that we tend to condemn most enthusiastically in others the shortcomings or, if you are of religious bent, the sins to be found in ourselves. Fortunately in the case of our hero and heroine this tendency did not apply, at least in regard to each other. Having declared their love, in their view what was past remained in the past. Perhaps the only surprise, given how things are these days, was that Stella over the years had only briefly one lover, if that is the appropriate term for such as Nick. Regarding Nick, he made no further attempts on Stella, nor, as far as could be learned, he did not circulate any more obscene rumours about her. He did however, get his comeuppance. It came about in this way; in seeking extramarital pleasures he picked on one of the secretaries, with his usual offer of upward mobility. The young lady took exception to this approach, and perchance she had a lawyer sister who specialised in cases of sexual harassment. The case was settled out of court, but it did come to the attention of the McGregor Constructions Board. This was not the first time the Board had been made aware of Nick's sexual exploits. In the past they had chosen to ignore these exploits since, to give him due credit, Nick was a very efficient CEO. On this occasion however they felt they could not let it pass because if it had come to court they, the Board, might be held in part responsible for the situation. In order to keep the matter low key they did not dismiss Nick. Instead they suggested to Nick that his talents might be better employed elsewhere. Soon after this suggestion Nick departed the organization going, as he put it about, on to better things. What the better things were was never revealed, nor has anyone found out since. As for Stella and Kirk, after their long journey to emotional maturity the wedding bells finally rang out, although in fact there were no actual bells ringing. They opted for a quiet ceremony in a rather obscure chapel. As a final note, let it be said that when, some little time after their marriage, Stella's "woman's thing" failed to happen, there was no gloom, in fact there was rejoicing. There have been two more occasions for rejoicing on similar grounds since then. It had been a long wait, certainly, but so often the best things are worth waiting for. A Long Wait We stood at the gate chatting after a long twenty years. Patmany, now 50 years never lost her youth and vitality. As a matter of fact, age has made her reveal more of what she has to offer. A mother of two, I would say is an awesome chick. Whoever got this chick is surely a lucky guy. She is my sister's friend, 12 years my senior. Got to know her when I was ten and now at thirty eight, my senses do crave for her lustrous meat. The chat ended in exchanging mobile contacts and e-mails. Over the next few weeks, telecommunication created such a link in both of us that the picture of both of us at the gate got more intense as days passed by. The jiggling of her well developed tops played over and over in my mind. She knew I had an eye on it but never felt uncomfortable with my occasional gazing. I remembered the days when she used to put up the nights at my place and we used to sleep in the same room, unfortunately not on the same bed though. We chatted till 2am. I was 16 then and she, 28. Awesome looking chick who always had extra meat to offer. Her butts had a slight lift which always gave me the impression that I could stick my tongue into her ass, giving it a rimming of a lifetime. I was at work that afternoon which was around three weeks after our intense communication. Guess she too had something in mind. Calling me over to her friend's apartment on a week day morning, I accepted the offer with lots of images playing in my mind. Greeting each other, we had breakfast while chatting. Her friend, still unmarried at 48 was at work and we had the house for ourselves. I was staring with great enthusiasm at her friend's picture in the hall. "The spinster surely has some good piece of ass," I whispered to myself. Truly enough, Miss Angela had some feminine assets which required serious attention. "Why waste such a beautiful resource," I thought. "Sweet girl isn't she," Patmany broke the silence as she caught me staring deeply at Angela's picture. I guess she knew what I was looking at. Giving a smile to indicate that she knows what I was looking at, Patmany sat down at the soft couch and told me to take a seat as she pulled another cushion seat closer to her for me. By now, I had some butterflies in my tummy but I began to think of how bold she could be. Reaching out for my hand, as she always did to me since I was a teenager, she asked me how I was doing in life. As I began elaborating with no intention in my mind, I felt her massaging my hand with both her hands. Though her heat and her fleshy hands began arousing me, I only gave her an occasional look into her eyes and never made any attempt. Playing safe I think. I was also naughty enough to give her tops a quick glance at times. It was all of a sudden when she placed both my hands on her thick chubby thighs. A sudden silence billowed the atmosphere. The mood was tranquil as I looked deep into her eyes not saying a word. We gazed deeper and deeper until I understood her smile, an invitation justified by erotic non-verbal communication. The silent mood persisted long enough as my hands crept slowly reaching for her fleshy butts which were now craving for my touch. We came closer eventually feeling our breaths which built the avalanche of lust. Releasing her top buttons, her cleavage was dark and arousing. Such large tits I thought as I drooled. Caressing my face with a gentle massage, I stripped her tops. "You like it," she asked while pushing out her bust towards me. Not saying a word, I sucked the tits while my hands milked the other breast. The mood was divine. We kissed with a short introduction and later went on pushing our saliva into each others throats. It went on for more than 15 minutes until she paused. "So beautiful," I had never got this from my hubby she uttered while rising slowly to strip off her skirt. Drawing herself closer to me, I stripped down her skirt. Her chubby, fleshy thighs contrasted with her black 'g strings'. "I bought this after you came into my life," she said while gently placing her bulging fronts close to my chin. Massaging her fleshy buttocks in a circular motion as she faced me, I went down to her clit, pulling down her silk black 'g strings'. Working up and down with my nose on her pubic hair, I circled her cunt with my wet tongue. Laying backwards comfortably on the couch and me on the floor, Patmany caressed her head slowly from her neck, pushing her wavy hair upwards while protruding out her bust. Moaning softly as I licked deeper and intense, savouring her juice, her hands descended down to her fleshy cunt, stretching them apart. "Lick it baby, lick it," she moaned while biting her own lips. I loved seeing her bite her own lips as it bulged on one side at times, drawing my male libido higher. Taking a strong grip of my 7 inch dick, she admired the thickness of it. "Wow, nice, thick, muscular, many veins." She loved the sight of it as she pushed me on the floor to take charge of me. Sucking with such sexual enthusiasm, she gave a remarkable ball play with her massaging skills. "Lets do 69, I want to lick that asshole". She blushed in excitement as I wanted to ass lick her. "What's wrong," I asked. "I have never had that lick before," she responded with a yearn in her voice to have her's licked. Placing her whole weight on me as she sucked my cock, she pushed her asshole closer to me, rubbing it intensely from side to side on my mouth. Licking her anus while working my tongue deep into it, she lustfully told me to stretch it wider. By now, my lick was so intense that I saw her wriggle like a dangling worm from a tree. "Beautiful, ohhh, it so beautiful baby," she moaned as my tongue tickled her anal region. Pushing my nose and mouth vigorously into her cracks occasionally, I took her to the peak. "Some more baby, some more baby, baby I want more. Lick my ass, eat it up. Please baby, eat my ass, eat it," she went non-stop while I felt a warm excretion flowing down to my chest from her clits. Guess she had been masturbating while rubbing on my chest. "It's not fair, It's just not fair," she moaned regretfully accompanied with some lust in her tone. "What's not fair," I murmured. "I've never had my ass licked until you came. She's a lucky girl, she's so lucky," Patmany moaned, sounding displeased while pushing her anus onto my tongue which was an inch inside her shit hole. "Who's lucky," I asked in a rather deep voice. "Your wife is so, so lucky," Patmany went on as she grasped her buttocks harder, stretching them apart. We began our pumping. Moaning a lot, we reached orgasm on many occasions while I released my cum straight into her cunt. Guess we were the right sexual pair. "I wish I could make a Kamasutra video with you," she whispered while pushing out her juicy lips towards me. Delighted, she gave me a hand job as we came to an end. "Never knew you liked me so much," Patmany asked in curiosity. "I've been thinking of you since I was sixteen, baby," I said. "I wanted you that night, exactly twenty two years ago when you stayed at my place," I revealed while one of my hand gave her a cunt massage as she slept in exhaustion on the couch. "Oh, I love you boy."