5 comments/ 7432 views/ 6 favorites Accidental Lovers Ch. 02 By: Limeyracer Chapter 02: The Aftermath Sandy had been stunned to learn that her father had returned much earlier than she had expected. After all, he'd gone to Paris only three days ago and here he was back already. She knew that the launch of the new antacid drug he was marketing was important to him, but just how the hell had she managed to crash cars with the one guy in this city, the creative director of the agency handling her father's new product launch, to whom her father would have, at best, antipathy, and she'd taken him to her bed and fallen very much in love with this man! Now, she'd spent a night of reckless, and wonderful, loving with this same creative director, but she'd also made the mistake of lending her father's bathrobe to this new lover. Christ! Worse, he was here, in her bathroom, showering off the sweat and stains from their exuberant loving, and would come out wearing the robe! This she'd HAVE to stop! She'd hung up the intercom-phone between hers and daddy's suites, muttering something incomprehensible to him, as she dashed into the bathroom to catch Alex just emerging from the shower. She grabbed the robe before he could lay his hands on it. "Use the towels" she'd breathed at him. "I'll be back in a minute!" and then left, slamming the door behind her, leaving him nonplussed at the speed of her departure. Pausing, she calmed herself, before picking up her bedside phone and dialing. "Daddy, I've got your robe; can I bring it in to you?" He answered that this was fine, and she hung up and trying not to rush too blindly across the apartment, knocked on the door to his suite. He opened the door and was still dressed in slacks and shirt. She offered the robe before he could even come to her with his usual kiss on the cheek. "Erm, I'll be in the kitchen. I'll get some coffee going if you'd like some?" And swinging around, almost ran away, knowing that she looked foolish but didn't know how to face him. Her mind raced. She HAD to stop Alex from wandering around; at least, not until she explained everything to Daddy. She met Alex in her bedroom; he had dried off and was opening a pack of the new underwear that they'd bought earlier, and still wearing the large, fluffy bath towel wrapped around his torso. Despite her frazzled mind she couldn't help but admire his physique. Everything that she'd seen last night -- and this morning -- was through a lust-filled miasma of emotions; now in the cool light of day she could re-calibrate her feelings and she was delighted to see how trim he was. Coming back to reality with a thump, she heard her father moving into the kitchen, and confusing the hell out of Alex, stage-whispered to him "Stay here! Don't move until I come for you!" and then she rushed out of the room, leaving him staring at the closed door. "So, sweetheart. Who's this new guy of yours? I haven't heard you mention anybody lately and I thought after that bastard Ben cheated on you, you were going to be 'off men' for a while." She poured the coffee automatically as she listened to him, desperately trying to collect her thoughts as to what to say to him. Moving past him with the two mugs of coffee, she placed them by the side of the sofas where they would sit. "Well daddy. It's a bit of a funny story and I hope you won't be too mad at me." He looked at her puzzled, his eyes squinting as he raised the mug to his lips. She rushed on. "No, don't speak; let me finish before you say anything. "I almost don't know where to start, but I was going out last night to see Ben and break off with him forever, but, well, I'm afraid I had an accident in the car in the snowstorm. As you can see, I'm okay. I wasn't hurt at all, but the Rolls now has a bashed-in front fender." His fear showed in his eyes and he started to stand, but she motioned for him to sit again, which he did. "Another car hit me as I was pulling out of the driveway. I'd gotten stuck into the roadway and the other driver was moving to the right to turn at the end of the block to get to the freeway, and he hit my car sideways." Daddy again started to rise and again she motioned for him to sit still. "It was almost nobody's fault; the snow was dreadful, neither of us could see a thing and I was stupid for going out when I should have just stayed indoors!" Again, a pause but daddy didn't rise up this time, sipping again at his coffee. "Is there much damage to the car?" "No, daddy, not really; the other car is a lot worse, but I worked with the other driver as there was nobody else around -- it was about eight-thirty last night -- and in the end, we put both cars back in our underground parking lot. He managed to bring mine in first and then I used your second space for his car. It's still there; we were going to wait until either later today or tomorrow to get it towed away, and I was going to get hold of George, and ask him to arrange for a tow for the Rolls. I was going to send it back to where you'd bought it for me." She paused again, plucking up the courage to broach the litany of subsequent events, although not in detail! Definitely, not in detail! She used the only thing that she could think of; her child-like ability to work the old man round her finger as she'd done over the years, especially since she was his only child; he doted on her, and since her mother had died eight years ago there was nothing that he wouldn't do for her. "Well, what happened then?" In answer she cuddled next to him. "Well, daddy. I know you're going to wonder if I'm going mad, but, well, Alex -- that's the name of the guy who hit me -- he couldn't get home due to the terrible snow, and, erm, well, he ended up spending the night here." She slowed, waiting for his reaction, which was a simple narrowing of his eyebrows. "Oh daddy. It's a long story and difficult to believe -- even I have trouble with it, but I think he's THE one! We fell for each other almost instantly! He stayed with me -- at my request! -- and then he went to work this morning, met me for lunch and we were coming back here; actually we HAVE come back here to well, sort ourselves out. Our feelings are very strong right now but we wanted to work through this relationship 'sanely'." Daddy remained silent simply waiting for her to continue. "Only, there is a problem that I've only just discovered, and I'm going to need you to remain calm for me, okay?" Again, his eyebrows furrowed as his mind raced ahead. "My darling. I love you, have always loved you, and my concerns are only because I love you and don't wish you to have any harm come to you. Who is this fellow? I can understand maybe the impulsiveness of a quick romance, and God knows, you've met some jokers in your time, but bringing this guy into our home? What were you thinking?" "It's not what you are thinking daddy. Yes, I was very lonely, Hearing from you about Ben just about blew me away; this guy is not rich, but he's not poor either, in fact he's a very talented creative director in an agency you know! He tried to help me as much as he could last night and the weather closed in so that he simply would not have gotten anywhere in the city; they had closed roads all over town until early this morning and it took him until about eleven today just to get a cab to his office..." Daddy looked across at her. "I KNOW this agency?" "Yes, Dad. They're your agency for Paracid." She looked sheepishly at him from under her eyelids. "He's Alex Norton." She waited for the explosion, but daddy simply went rigid and a flush came to his face. He stood and paced around the suite for a minute. THEN he exploded. "How in hell's name did you end up shacking up with him? I mean, the guy's been a real idiot when it came to the campaign and I had to take control otherwise nothing would have happened for the company and this product!" "That's where you are wrong, sir!" They both turned and looked at Alex who stood behind them, having heard what was going on and wondering why Sandy hadn't come back for him. He had been shocked to hear 'Daddy's' voice, recognizing it instantly; hell, the bastard had raged at him for hours over these last weeks and to have his professionalism impugned now -- even in the man's own home -- was too much. Alex continued. "Sandy didn't know who the hell I was; I didn't know who the hell SHE was; and if I had, maybe things would have been different. But, they ARE what they ARE! You and I have our differences. I'm more than willing to stake my credibility against your product, but you needn't lambast Sandy because she and I DID fall for each other. Neither of us expected to happen what happened, but I'll not offer any regrets -- AND I hope to be able to continue to see Sandy, long after this meeting here! "I'm really sorry about smashing into her Rolls; my own car is wrecked also, but all these bits of metal can easily be put back together; I just don't want your relationship with Sandy to be damaged because of your opinion of me, or in fact, mine of you!" Sandy sat with an open mouth as Alex's voice rose to an almost-shout! Surprised that daddy didn't also shout back, she simply sat and watched the two men as they glowered at each other across the fifteen feet between them. Alex continued before daddy could step in. "I went to the office this morning, although it was the LAST thing I wanted to do; Why? Because your damned crappy pill was re-launched last night! Launched with MY ideas -- not yours! You're a businessman, manufacturer. I'M a very good, very well-paid, creative director, and it was MY changes that meant your sales were up over sixty percent over night. "You are simply too pig-headed to acknowledge the facts as we stated them, thinking you're God-almighty when it comes to advertising! I suggest that you stick to your business and let me stick to mine. You're paying a chunk of money to get things working; we're worth every damned penny you're spending, and today's numbers prove it! I just resent the fact that you hold the budget over us like some Sword of Damocles, when you could put at least ten people out of work, because your stupid pride might be hurt!" He paused, suddenly realizing that he may have blown his relationship with Sandy before it even got started. He looked at her, sitting somewhat forlornly on the sofa, with maybe tears in her eyes, possibly thinking the very same thoughts. "I'm sorry Sandy. I didn't know who your father was, and this is the last thing that I would have wanted. But, I guess I'm persona-non-grata here right now, so I'll leave." He paused, looking again at daddy. "I'm sorry sir, but you've got the straight word from me. I'll leave now, and make arrangements to get my car out of here; You know my number; let me know about your car and I'll get my Insurance company to get things started. I will rent a car for Sandy, so that she's not out of pocket on this..." He turned on his heel, and returned to the bedroom to get his jacket and shoes. Sandy leapt off the sofa and chased after him. In her bedroom she caught him and he spun around to her. "Oh Sandy. I'm so sorry. How the HELL did we end up like this?" "Don't go" she asked. Please don't go. Let me sort it out with daddy. I'm sure that we can make things better; I don't want to lose you now." Her eyes were downcast and he couldn't help but pull her to him and clasp her in his arms. They said nothing but their emotions were palpable. "I think it's better if I do. At least for right now. Your old man's pissed off at me. He KNOWS I'm right, but is too proud to admit it. I don't care about the bloody account anyway! I'm sick of prostituting myself for this crap. I realized this morning that I now only want to be with you, and I'll resign from the agency immediately. They can cope with your father's attitude; at least I won't have to!" She had stepped back, away from him, her eyes blazing. "You cannot do THAT! He's a crusty old bastard, whom I love dearly, but he can also think that he's the only one with ideas. I don't know anything about his products. He wanted me to come in with him and join the firm, but I knew we'd fall out eventually, and I didn't want that to happen." Alex shook his head sadly. "I still think it's better if I leave. Let him get over whatever shock he's feeling. You've got my cell number. Please call me, maybe later tonight? I have to go home anyway and clear up whatever mess Jenny's left me." He pulled her to him again, and squeezed her just a little. He looked down into her face and said "Look, last night was wonderful. You made me feel so vital, like I haven't for years. I'm willing to abide by whatever you want -- maybe kiss me off, or maybe we can explore where we go from here, but I need you to make that decision. I think I've fallen in love with you -- which I never expected -- and I will be sad if this is over before it's begun, but we're both -- your dad and I -- going to have to change, or reconcile with each other, to make this work..." She had more tears in her eyes, and she moved in to cling to him. "It's not going to end. I won't allow that. I've waited too damned long for the man to come along, and I'm not going to lose you now! Go home. Do what you have to, but I'll call you ..." She looked at her watch..." in three hours -- eight o'clock, okay? -- and then we can get this train back on track!" Then she rose up on her toes, and whispered lasciviously "I want another fucking like we did last night!" He laughed out loud, squeezing her against his chest. They held each other for a moment, and then they kissed deeply. Both held the kiss for a while, as their bodies came alive under them; she clung to his neck and said "Oh Alex, I love you!" He held her away from himself, turned and collected his jacket from the bed and slipped on his loafers. He kissed her nose, and said "I love you too. Don't let's lose this!" She led him to the main door; Daddy was not around having returned to his own suite. He walked across to the elevator and waited there. She couldn't bear the parting and rushed out to again quickly kiss him as the doors pinged open. "Let's speak at eight, okay?" he said, and within seconds was whisked away down to the lobby, to get George to find a cab for him. * * * * * As luck would have it, he did get a cab within about ten minutes, and a further thirty saw him at his apartment block. As he entered, his doorman came out from his reception desk alcove. "Erm, Mr. Norton. I hope it's okay but your lady friend left here late this morning in what I think was a very agitated state; I couldn't get much sense out of her but she was dragging some suitcases with her. Is she okay do you know?" Alex stopped and put his arm around the guy's shoulder. "Oh I'm sure it's okay Frank. We split this morning but I couldn't get home because of the snow last night." Frank looked up at him and started to speak, but Alex stopped him; "Look, everything's okay -- though I hope she hasn't busted too much furniture! I'll go up now and check everything out, but I don't think -- actually, I hope -- she won't be coming back again. We'd 'run our course' 'cept she didn't know it, or admit to it! I hope it didn't cause you any problems?" "No" said Frank. "I got her a cab and we loaded in the bags; I trust she didn't take anything of yours!" Alex made his way to the elevator and into his apartment. It wasn't as bad as he feared. The bed was unmade and some sheets were strewn about and the kitchen looked like a bomb had gone off, but otherwise, at first glance, nothing seemed to be either damaged or missing. He set about clearing up the mess, dumping sheets into the washer, loading the dishwasher up with the left- over dirty cups and plates and generally trying to check out what might be missing that he couldn't see at first glance. He rang down to Frank and asked if the cleaners were around today, and was pleased when Frank said that he could have them there first thing in the a.m. They agreed on ten o'clock for their arrival, as well as the locksmith to change the door locks. He'd have to drop the guy a few bucks to keep in his good books. He decided to grab a shower although the one he'd had at Sandy's was only a few hours old but he needed to try and relax; he guessed he'd blown the account for the Agency, and that wouldn't go down well, but, well, fuck it! The arrogant bastard had deserved to be told the truth and maybe realize that there were people out there who not only needed the work, but were damned good at what they did, and to be treated as they had been by this prick had finally broken his tolerant nature. What was worse was the fact of where he now stood with Sandy. As he showered he pondered the situation. Jesus. He realized that it was less than 24 hours ago that he'd whacked her car, and now here he was bemoaning the loss of her, before their affair had even started properly. He poured himself a stiff drink and then sat at his desk, making notes about getting the Lexus towed; of his having to inform his Insurance company and thought about whether he should rent a car for himself. He'd have to get one for Sandy also. As he downed the last of the drink he stood to refill it, but the phone interrupted his thinking, and he glanced at the clock. 7:34. Hmmm? "Hello." A breathy Sandy came on the line. "Hi. It's me. Can you talk? Is everything okay there?" Obviously, she was talking quietly from her bedroom. "Yeah. It's not too bad at all, and I think she must have realized the end was here, as she bailed out with her stuff around lunchtime. I'll have the cleaners in tomorrow and I'm just about to replenish the sheets and clean up my bedroom, but nothing serious." He paused and then continued. "How about you?" "Well, I could answer that I was fine, but that'd be a lie; I'm sick with worry for you. I love daddy very much; we're all we have together, but I also know he can be an arrogant man for a lot of the time, especially when he's paying for services, and I guess he treats you and the agency staff in same the same way he treats his own staff. But, I have to forgive him all this; he's my dad after all!" "Oh Sandy. I know that. I'm not insensitive to your feelings for your father, and the stupid thing is, that of ALL people I should crash into, it's YOU, his daughter! How the hell can you explain that with six million people in the city, and it's US that have a fender-bender?" He paused for a few seconds, and then went on, when she was silent. "But I loved last night. We're both slightly wounded in our love-lives, and I suddenly felt that maybe, just maybe, this was meant to be. You made me so damned horny and yet so comfortable sleeping with you, that it was as if I could relax knowing that you were feeling the same way.." He could hear her breathing into the phone and waited for her to pick up the conversation. Her comments filled him with excitement. "Look, I've talked with daddy; I got into it with him somewhat and some home-truths were told to him. I was so angry that he'd potentially screwed up a situation that even I hadn't expected to last, or to feel good about, but, as I said at the elevator, I don't want to lose you now. He offered that maybe you could either come back tonight, for some dinner, or maybe tomorrow during the day; he said you could meet at his office, or on 'neutral turf' if you were not happy coming here. "I'd hoped you'd come here, but I know that I'd want you to stay and that might not be such a good thing, at least, just yet!" She paused and he could hear her throat catch as she went on. "I think daddy admits that he's been a bit too aggressive with you. He knows that the new sales figures of the drug have been good and I got him to admit it, which is a helluva back-down for him." Accidental Lovers Ch. 02 Again, there was a pause between them and he didn't know quite what to say; she rushed on. "How about I come over to you tonight? I'm a big girl and he'll have to put up with me 'making a stand' as it were." A longer pause. "Dammit Alex, SAY something!" "Okay Lady. Why don't you get you beautiful ass in a cab right now. It'll take me about ten minutes to clear the place up, and then I could try and fuck you again, all night. Whaddya say?" He wondered if he'd pushed her too hard but she responded as he would have wished. "Okay Buster. And, you'd better make me come very hard at least once!" Another pause, and he heard her gurgling laugh. "Give me the address." As he hung up, his mind ran wild. Oh Jesus. "Now I'll have to perform!" * * * * * It was almost an hour before she arrived. She'd called from the cab announcing she was about twenty minutes away; 'Had he changed his mind?' to which he assured her he hadn't. The intercom phone buzzed and when he answered, Jorge, the night porter was speaking. "Erm, Senor Norton. I haf a vairy beyootiful woman here to see you. Shall I send her up?" Alex told him yes, to do so, and to not let any more interruptions come through; he was switching off his phones and didn't want any more visitors. "Si, Senor Norton. Ah comprende eggsactly!" In just a few minutes, she rang his doorbell. As her opened the door she swept into the room, imperiously past him almost not acknowledging him. He was stunned. She was dressed in a full-length black coat, not a fur but with a furry kind of texture, topped by a Russian-style fur hat that framed her face beautifully. Bright red lipstick slashed across her mouth. She was 'made up to the nines' and he couldn't talk for the moment, simply taking in her exotic appearance. Below the coat he noticed she wore some sort of fancy stockings and high heels with a glimpse of the red soles of the trade-marked Christian Louboutin shoes. He knew that THESE were expensive! She carried one of the giant handbags that were high fashion, slung over her shoulder, although she dropped this once inside the apartment. "Okay" she started. "I'm going to talk for about five minutes. You will not interrupt. We will not talk business, advertising, drugs, pills, daddy's business or other women. Understand?" He grinned at her. He knew it was a put-on toughness that she didn't really have but she was performing for him, so he nodded acquiescence and led her into the main room of the apartment. He offered her a seat, but she shook her head. "Please sit down. I will talk. You will listen. Okay?" Again, he nodded. Didn't say a thing, although he couldn't help staring at her, wrapped in this beautiful and clearly expensive coat and hat and standing with her legs slightly apart. "Right. This is the story. I had a major argument with Daddy. Told him what an idiot he was, and if he was so damned clever, why didn't he recognize that the agency had done a great job for his company; the product was moving well (he had told me) and that I wasn't going to allow him to fuck up my life because of his attitude. "I told him we both were adults. We both acknowledged that our meeting by accident was the most fantastic of coincidences, but we both felt -- as adults! -- that we had a 'simpatico' between us." She turned and paced a little but kept the coat wrapped tightly around her although the heating of the apartment made the atmosphere cozy. He'd laid out some candles in anticipation of her arrival and the main lights were on a dimmer, further lending a glow to her face. "I told him he should not consider sacking the agency just because you had finally told him some home-truths; he should meet with you to clear the air, mostly so that I wouldn't have to put up with lying or cheating about what I was doing with you. IF he would not back down, then I might have to leave his home because I wasn't going to risk my brand-new relationship with you, for his bloody-mindedness! "He has asked if you two could meet for lunch tomorrow; I have said I would try and arrange it; and would let him know in the morning." She smiled sheepishly, adding for his benefit 'if we get out of bed in time!'... Then she stood facing him. "I told you I want you to fuck me tonight. I thought IF I was going to act the Whore, I should dress like one." And, with that, she opened the coat and dropped it on the floor. She was wearing a black, patterned lacy body suit, high up to the neck with a circle of pearls, and visibly, with nothing underneath. There was a slit at the area of her crotch and the pinkness of her sex showed through, as did her nipples, dark through the lace work. He was speechless. Struck dumb. She positively glowed in the mood lighting and stood, legs slightly apart waiting for him to say something. Which he couldn't. She knew that she had some beauty; men always were looking at her and undressing her with their eyes and their minds, but she'd gotten used to that and the treatment from Ben and her other failed romances had given her a jaded opinion, although she knew that men also were driven by their penises. "Okay Mr. Advertising Man. Who do I have to fuck around here to get a drink? - or do I have to get it myself?" He jumped as if stung, trying to compose a response to her super-sexed appearance. He stood and approached her reaching out for her. "Christ Sandy. Don't you know what you're doing to a horny old toad like me when you turn up dressed like this? You're damned lucky that I haven't ripped this thing off you before now!" He paused and she moved into his arms. "Well, I hope you don't 'rip it off' -- it's actually quite expensive! I bought it a couple of years ago but have never worn it before. I hoped tonight might be appropriate through!" Without further ado, he pulled her to him and gave her the first of many kisses that they would share from now on. Pulling her tight into him, she could feel his erection between them and she smiled inwardly to herself, feeling the juices of her passion start to make her wet for him. He then remembered that she'd wanted a drink, and released her, holding back from her to ask what she would like. She grinned wickedly. "Something long and stiff would do for starters! Do you have any scotch?" "Och Aye Lassie, that I do!" with a dreadful fake Scots accent, but it broke the tension that had been building. "God, Sandy. You look fabulous, and I wouldn't say it was whorish in any way, but you got my blood flowing -- as you may have noticed." Smiling, she reached her hand to between them, feeling him through the material of his trousers, and squeezing him slightly. "Good. That's what I needed to know. Now, are we gonna stand here all evening or can I get that drink -- and the fucking that I came for?" She stepped back a little from him. "Is it okay if I call it fucking? We could try making love if you'd prefer?" "Why don't we try making love -- at least to start with? As you know, I have had a tendency with you to give way to my more animal side, like early this morning, but also, why don't we take it slower tonight?" She stood facing him, at eye-level due to the 5" heels she wore. "Kiss me please, reassure me that I AM here with you, and not in a dream, and then let's move to your bedroom where I want you to love me deeply, as deep as you can get. I haven't had sex -- except for last night -- for over fourteen months, and you re-awakened a fire in me that has kept me bubbling all day. I'm just sorry that daddy came home when he did, and how he did." They stood, kissing again, while she wrapped her arms around him, rubbing her groin against his erection. "Umm. That feels very good. Please get me that drink and then I'm all yours. Do with me as you wish, as an animal if you want. I loved that new variation in the bathroom this morning -- referring to him taking her anally -- and I'd like some more of that as well." Breaking away from her, he nodded. "I have the drinks actually set in the bedroom, if 'my lady' would care to come this way." As he turned she gripped his left hand. "I want to come many ways tonight. Teach me what I don't know, please!" She looked coyly at him. "You can actually fuck me through this outfit if you have a yen? Wanna feel?" He stopped and put his right hand down to her sex; she was already very wet but the material had absorbed some of the juices of her anticipation. But, she was right; he could feel through the slit and caressed her vagina through it, which if course, is what it was intended for. She gasped as his fingers touched her clitoris. He then caressed her more strongly and she visibly flinched and moaned softly her eyes flickering, as she responded to his ministrations. Slowly, so she wouldn't fall, he let her go and sank down to his knees. The sexy shoes meant that she was that much taller, just the right height for him to tease her with his tongue, and as he knelt there he put both arms around her hips to draw her into his mouth. His tongue licked at her, the juices flooding him as he worked her up. Within minutes she was holding his head against her sex and she grasped his hair, holding him firmly in place, almost bouncing his face against her as she very quickly came closer to orgasm. He knew that she was very close; much closer than he expected but knew instinctively that he mustn't stop now. They clung to each other as he used every trick that he knew, fingers coming to play, pushing deep into her, tongue lashing at her clit and, with his other hand, fingering her anal bud. Mere seconds had gone by but then he pushed gently through the material's opening and inserted another finger into her anus. It was as if she'd been struck by lightning. Suddenly, she screamed loudly, and held his face against her as the orgasm flowed through her legs and belly. She almost fell over but he was able to force her to stand for the full thirty seconds or so, as she thrashed around, his arms holding her tightly, only relaxing his hold as she came down from the high. Trembling, she stood, her body wavering, still holding his head but beginning to loosen the almost suffocating pressure. Finally, he pulled away, stood, and then caught her as she fell forward against him. He slightly turned and then swept her up into his arms and walked the few feet across to his king-size bed, where he deposited her gently. He stepped back from the bed and simply looked down at her. Her eyes flickered briefly and then gazed fully up at him. "Oh Alex. That was fantastic, and so needed! I had a plan to seduce you and you've spoiled all that, but, well, I've gotta say you have magic fingers and an awesome tongue. Give me a minute; then undress me and come and lay with me here. Hold me. I'm bubbling with love for you. She leaned up on her elbows and watched him as he went across to the wet bar, washing his hands, and then at the drinks tray, as he poured two 'large and stiff' ones for them both. Still the terrible Scots accent; "Would ye like a wee dram now, Lassie?" Ignoring the potential riposte, she nodded and he came to her with the amber liquid swirling, with ice tinkling in the glass. He took a quick sip and then leaned down to her, kissing her and probing with his tongue until she opened her mouth and then he fed her the alcohol. She gulped quickly and swallowed the fiery liquid as they broke away, and she smiled. "That's one helluva way to finish an orgasm!" "Hmmm. I thought so too." Then more gently, in almost a reverential whisper. "God, I love giving you orgasms. Your face is a picture of pain and pleasure; your brows crease and your stomach strains but I guess I'm doing something right!" He leaned down again, and gently kissed her. "Give me a minute and I'll be back." She flopped back on the bed, and then leaned out to the night-stand, picking her own glass up and taking a longer draft of the liquid, draining the glass of the scotch and the melted ice. He emerged from the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his torso. The bedroom was moodily lit with some votive candles flickering on the chest of drawers. The bed was almost in darkness and she was now lying back down wrapped in the after-glow of her orgasm. He came and sat on the edge of the bed and she pulled her left leg up to lay it over his thighs. Instinctively, he took her foot and slowly massaged it and she murmured in pleasure. "Are you going to come and love me now?" He smiled at her, rising and letting the towel drop to the floor; his erection bobbed in front of him and it was her turn to smile, reaching out to grasp him with her right hand. She tugged at him and said "Come nearer" so he stood, and moved so that his hips were directly in front of her face. Moving closer, she took his semi-erect penis to her mouth and proceeded to slavishly lick and suck him and he grew under her attention. She adjusted her position and gently stroked his balls with her other hand while she held him to her face. He groaned slightly as she worked; he grew larger in her mouth until she needed to again adjust her position as lying down was not going to work as she wanted. She pulled away from him and softly whispered "Come lie here, and let me love you for a while." She moved across the bed making room for him to stretch out. He was now to her right and she was turned towards him; she scooted down as he stretched out so that she could continue pleasuring him. However, he only wanted her to do so for a little longer. His plans were forming as she quietly bobbed over him, but for now he savored the exquisite pleasure that she was giving. He forced himself to not come right away; he had plans, knowing that tonight he was going to pleasure her as much as possible. As she was getting more enthusiastic he knew that he wouldn't last much longer and so gently pulled her off him. She looked up at him, pouting slightly but he shook his head. "Uh huh Lady. Now it's my turn. Come back up here and let me cuddle you for a while." As she moved up the bed, he put his left arm out to be under her head. He moved her so that she placed her right arm under his shoulders, and he was able to hold her left wrist pulled up to her head. She was effectively trapped, and he managed to start with his plan. She was flat on her back and his right hand now moved to caress her sex. He gently probed with his fingers and found that she was still wet with the lovely oily juices that she exuded, and he took advantage of this, to probe through the body-suit and into her and open up her nether lips. Her clit popped up for him through the slit in the material for him to stroke, and within seconds she was beginning to buck under him. But he gave her no respite. Holding her left hand upwards by her head and with her right arm trapped under his shoulder he had her stretched out and began to strongly stroke her, forcefully moving his fingers over her and into her vagina, so that she began to squirm and moan slightly in his ear. Her legs were alternating between stretching out and pulling upwards so that she had her feet planted firm on the mattress, raising her sex to his hand except that as she did, he moved his fingers away from her so that she was effectively reaching for him as he teased her by pulling away. She groaned more loudly and he leaned in to kiss the side of her face. She turned to him returning the movement but as she straightened up, he licked the side of her face which then led to him licking her face strongly, and he stroked her much more strongly. This lasted for a few more moments and her body was beginning to rise and fall as she now reached for the second orgasm which was building inside her. He whispered in her ear. "There my beauty. Do you like this?" to which she nodded enthusiastically. So he stopped his caresses. Suddenly. Just like that. She moaned loudly. "Bastard!" and struggled to get him moving again. "C'mon, don't leave me like this!" Being a gentleman (Hah!) he resumed, this time determined to take her through to climax, and her body responded immediately. She grunted and moaned and wriggled under his hold but he didn't lessen his grip and she was delighted as he whispered "This'll blow your little mind. Come on sweetheart, let the neighbors hear you come!" And, he then thrust into her with his index finger, curling it upwards to stroke her G-spot. It worked as he'd planned and she went into spasms as he feverishly stroked her. A mere twenty seconds saw her go to orgasm; raising her hips upwards as he allowed her to reach for the satisfaction that crested inside her. She didn't so much scream as grunt through the fires burning her soul. His hand held her tightly and he rubbed his right hand across her whole sex-lips causing her to vibrate and shudder for a good thirty seconds, after which she collapsed onto the duvet pulling herself into a fetal position under him. * * * * * Still holding her with his left arm under her head, he lay quietly for some moments and felt her relax enough whereby he knew she may have dozed off. But, he was comfortable with this and savored the moment. Relaxing his grip on her left hand he let her arm flop back to her side. Whether she was asleep or not, it didn't matter; instinctively, she leaned her arm across to grip his cock again and it was his turn to groan. Her hand squeezed him, massaging his swelling organ until he wanted more. He looked down across her body. Hadn't she said 'You can fuck me in this if you want?' Disturbing her into wakefulness, he slid off to the side of the bed and sat up. She fell into the space he'd vacated but for only seconds. He reached down to her ankles and pulled her around to lie with her legs over the edge of the bed. Without any preamble, he pulled her to him and standing, forced her legs apart as he moved between them. Her eyes watched him through slitted lids and she smiled, now understanding his intentions. "Come on you bastard. Fuck me like you would a whore! Stick that wonderful cock of yours right where it belongs. I need you to ride me like a wild mare." And he did. Lifting her legs, he placed them over his shoulders as he hunched down to penetrate her in one swift, but measured thrust. She grunted as he filled her liquid pussy, squelching at him with her juices. She was still wearing the Louboutin shoes and they jiggled as he thrust into her, losing himself in her. She pulled her legs back, her knees at her ears allowing him the deepest thrusting into her. "How d'you like four grand's worth of sexy shoes next to your head?" She started to laugh but his thrusting accelerated and she ended up groaning again. "Oh God Alex. Fuck me, Come on, Fuck Me Now! Harder!..". Whatever else she was going to say was lost in his thrusting into her harder and harder, driven by her epithets and his needs bursting through into climax. Holding her now as he came closer to climaxing, he lifted her buttocks off the bed, holding her legs tightly against his chest and neck and preventing her from movement. He became that animal again. In seconds, he was spewing into her depths. She felt his liquids spurting and that brought on another orgasm of her own and they wrestled with each other until he finished, and started to slow both his thrusting and general movements, finally lowering her to the bed as he slipped out of her. To fall alongside her and kiss her left breast. She was still flopped over the edge of the bed, but slowly managed to pull herself up onto the bed cross-wise, alongside him. She turned and flung her right leg over his body, rubbing her vagina -- complete with leaking fluids -- on his thigh. Urgently, she turned and holding his head, she kissed him strongly. "If we stay together, as I surely hope we will, I want that at least once every day! Do you think you can make that happen?" Accidental Lovers Ch. 02 He grunted. "Christ! EVERY day?'' But, he was smiling -- somewhat weakly she thought -- and turned to cuddle her into his arms. "That was fucking fantastic!" "No, you're wrong" she said. "That was fantastic fucking!" "Oh, okay. Have it your way." But she was a smart-mouth as he was to learn to his great pleasure. "Well, Mr. Ad-Man. I want it the other way as well. But I guess a poor old man like you will want to sleep first?" In response, he lightly slapped her ass and she giggled into his ear. But, before anything else could happen, she had dropped off to sleep in a few seconds, surprising him. He reached over and pulled the duvet around them both as she snuggled into his body. And within a few more seconds, he had drifted off himself. * * * * * He awoke as she disturbed next to him, moving her leg off his thighs. She turned to her right and moved away, but he tried to reach out to her. "Oh no buster. I gotta go pee!" But then she stopped, realizing that she still wore the body-suit. "Oh Christ! Help me outta this thing will you?" And she reached to the side-table for a tissue and moved off the bed, her hand holding the tissue at her groin. He came around the bed and unclipped the neck piece and then slowly peeled the body-hugging lace downwards, over her shoulders and then the torso and hips. She worked with him, pulling the sleeves off and to ease things he made her sit down on the bed, while he took her shoes off. How the hell she'd kept THOSE on he'd never work out, but he grinned as she sighed up at him as he did so. Finally, she lay back and he peeled the clothing downwards over her legs and feet. Exposing her sex to his immediate gaze, although she was in semi-darkness. Dropping the suit to the side, he leaned into her, but again, she protested; "If you don't want an accident here, you'd better let me go..." He too thought that that was a good idea and sneaked a look at the bedside clock. 'Jesus!' he thought. It's 3:17 a.m! We must have slept for over four hours. Then he remembered her three orgasms and his own thunderous climax and forgave them both for any over-slept time. She was longer than he in returning to the bedroom but he heard the bidet running and assumed she was cleaning up. The votive candles were almost all out and he switched on his bedside light and went to blow out those that remained flickering. And then he went to crash back into bed and await her arrival. She walked back into the room, smiling and still wearing the pearl necklace. The light was very favorable to her and she seemed to glow, her nipples dark against her pale skin. It was then that he noticed she'd shaved herself; he hadn't noticed how smooth she was, mostly due to the fabric of the body-suit disguising this fact. Now she was here, literally in her naked glory. She knew what he was looking at, and couldn't resist flaunting herself. "Betcha didn't notice this earlier?" she taunted. "Hope you like bare pussy as I spent an hour this afternoon -- erm, yesterday afternoon -- trying not to cut myself!" He didn't move but simply waved his hand in a 'come hither' motion. "Umm" she said. "I love it when you make me come that way!" And, with a rush, she jumped on the bed and flung herself over him, pushing him back to lay full-length. She kissed him with an abandon that took him by surprise and she purposely rubbed her groin over his, as she began to feel her juices begin to flow. She pulled back upwards from him and looked into his eyes with a question in hers. "Now I'm naked, wanna fuck some more?" And, with that, she moved up over his face, straddling him as she pushed her sex down onto him. He'd been quite ready to go back to sleep, but the aroma she gave off, plus the juicy sweetness overwhelmed him and he held her hips and he slurped at her. They stayed steady as he worked her and it was only a few minutes later that she gurgled her approval of his tongue and commenced a slow forward and backward movement across his mouth. He slowed his own movements, sticking his tongue up into her as far as he could get it, and flicked her clit as she moved backwards, causing her to sigh deeply. He reached around her and slowly rubbed her anus, having moved some of her juices onto a finger of his left hand. With the right, he brought that around and with his middle finger probed her vagina. She started to move more vigorously and he probed her deeper. She sighed, her head thrown back and gave herself up to his ministrations. With the bedside light casting a warm glow over her front, her nipples pointed upwards as her breasts jiggled before his eyes. He feasted on her as he ate her; he couldn't take his eyes off her breasts and brought his left hand back, squeezed her right nipple more hard than he'd wanted but it only made her react more strongly. "Oh God. Do that again!" she murmured and for the moment let her ride his tongue only and he brought both hands into play, caressing and rubbing each breast, harder than ever. His lips clamped over her clit and he bit her gently but enough so that she squealed. He was frightened that he'd hurt her but she then slid into another orgasm whereby he had to grab her hips to hold her still, while he finished her off. Another few seconds saw her cresting, Grunting as she plowed her sex into his face and chin and then freezing up as her stomach rippled with the release of tension and she fell forward grabbing for the headboard of the bed to stop falling straight onto his face. He of course, had become very hard behind her and as she moved herself to slide down his torso, she felt his cock prod her anus. Despite the few seconds since this orgasm, she knew what she wanted next. Reaching behind herself, she grasped his cock and squeezed it, pressing it against her anus and wiggling it, to deposit some of the pre-cum juices that he had exuded. This lubricated her somewhat and she wanted to have him inside her, now... Jumping up, she said "Wait there. Hold that thought." And rushed into the bathroom, where she'd noticed some lotions, possibly for his shaving, or maybe even left over from "Her"... But, she didn't care now. Alex had released so much pent-up energy in her, long dormant over these last fourteen months that she wanted him to take her again. Anally. This morning's activities -- her first -- had brought her an extreme orgasm that she'd never experienced before and now, urgently, she wanted to try again. It didn't take him but a few seconds to realize what she wanted as she handed him the plunger-type plastic container. To make sure he knew exactly what she wanted, she pumped a couple of streams of the lotion into her hand, and then lasciviously, wiped her backside. "Will this do?" she asked. He had half expected her to want to sleep again -- hell, it WAS the middle of the night -- but she seemed wired, and he could only acquiesce to her obvious need. He smiled and said that he was ready, but she had to 'do what he told her; no alterations, okay?' And so, he moved her into a doggy position, in the center of the bed. Near the headboard, giving him plenty of room at the foot, for his own position. She held her breath now, wondering if she could recapture this morning's 'down and dirty' sexuality that had surprised them both just eighteen hours previously. He took the plastic container and pumped more lotion into his right hand. Slowly, he then applied copious amounts to her; she flinched from the cool lotion but within seconds he had spread it enough both on her buttocks as well as the crevice of her ass, and started to massage her whereby it warmed up as he caressed her with his hands. His fingers spread her cheeks and he probed her, working away to relax her sphincter, gently inserting deeper as she wiggled slightly and then groaned, pushing back at him as he manipulated her. "Right" he said. "Are you ready?" to which she nodded, with a lump in her throat. God, this was almost too clinical. This morning had been thrust upon her -- no pun intended -- whereby she'd been hyper-sexual. Now he was going to fuck her methodically, and she was almost losing her confidence. But, she needn't have worried; he was the consummate lover, bringing her gently to feel she needed the release again. She knelt there, as he caressed her and teased her sex, his hands warm and yet cool with fresh lotion, He probed now more strongly, opening her up to accept him, He was rock-hard, and having to force himself to take it slow, when the sight of the beautiful globes of her ass were laying there ready for him. He leaned forward, his hands around her now, kneading her breasts as he moved himself right behind her; she felt his cock touch her a couple of times and then his left hand left her breast and she knew he was holding himself ready to enter her. His right hand came and worked her anus itself, his thumb pressing into her, and then in almost a millisecond, before she could either tense up or change her mind, he penetrated her, in one long, slow-motion movement. She gasped out loud, but there was almost no pain. Maybe a slight discomfort but it was if she were ready for him. "Oh God" she called out. "Oh yes. That's it!" And, he stroked her, very slowly at first until she started to thrust back at him and he knew she was allowing him to take her to the end. For him, although he was as hard as he'd ever felt, he forced himself to control his movements, letting her almost drive the speed of penetration. His desire subsumed under her movements. Of course, it was only a few minutes before she started to rub her clitoris to accelerate the onset of her orgasm, and his! With head buried into the duvet she was thrusting her hips at him and he sped up to take advantage of this growing need in both of them. As she thrust against him he lost his gentlemanly feelings for her and, just like that morning, he started to push actively against her, as the need in him grew to the animal release that was now his focus. She was grunting vociferously with each thrust further driving him into a blind lust, and then the two of them crested together, her hand working her clit as fast as she could manage to achieve that mutual satisfaction. "Sandy. God. Oh Sandy! I'm coming!" And she felt him pump his seed into her although this was lost in the passion of the moment and she went into a loud orgasm, her face buried in the duvet, her thighs trembling as he pounded her for the remaining seconds of lust. He was locked into her now. She had involuntarily tensed up and she was, without knowing it, holding him into her and he had some trouble pulling himself out of her. Finally, he did, and she fell flat on the duvet, while he fell to lie sprawled beside her. Exhausted. Satiated. They were completely drained of energy. They lay like that for about ten minutes until she stretched out, moving down the bed to turn and move into his space; she kissed him lightly, tiredly, and then smiled at him. "Damn, THAT was something else!" She paused for just a second. "However, I'm not going to give up conventional sex. You're still going to have fuck me on a daily basis!" Smiling, he said "Come on. Let's get under the covers. I don't know about you, but I need to crash, now!" And so, at about four in the morning, they slept, curled into each other, not knowing the future that lay ahead for them, just over the horizon. * * * * * The insistent ringing of the bedside phone brought him awake; groggily, he stared at the thing cursing under his breath. 'Who the fuck...?' The LED display on the clock told him it was just after ten a.m. He grabbed the phone while his brain shouted at him. "Hello!" Angry, aggressive. "Mr. Norton. It's Frank, the concierge. We'd booked to have the cleaners here this morning and Theresa and Camilla are here now; do you still need them. "Oh Christ Frank. I'd forgotten all about them." He paused, and then realized that Sandy was not in bed; the muted sound of the shower meant that she was up already. "Let me leave the front door on the latch; I'll be in my bedroom. Ask them to clean the kitchen, living room and the spare bedroom and bath. We should be out in about half an hour. OK?" "Yes, Mr. Norton, that's fine. The girls will be up in a minute; I'll instruct them about you and your lady's privacy." They hung up, and then Alex realized that he'd said "We" should be out... Ah. What the hell. He'd known Frank for some years now, who'd known Alex's wife as well as Jenny, so he was certain that some discretion would be applied to the situation. He turned, and she walked out of the bathroom, wrapped in a large towel, hair stringy and wet. "I bet you don't have a hair-dryer, do you?" He moved to go into the bathroom, but she put a hand on his chest. "You don't think you're going to just push past me, do you, when I gave you my virginity last night?" He could have gotten real smart with her, but instead pulled her into his arms, holding her up against his body and smelling the freshness of her. He kissed her lovingly and long. "I wouldn't dream of pushing past you; but as for the 'virginity' thing, I'd have my doubts!" They gazed at each other for some seconds, and then he told her about the cleaners coming up and that HE needed to get clean. "What ideas have you got for today? I'll have to talk with the office soon-ish, but what about your father?" They moved into the bathroom, and he rummaged into the cabinets finding a hair-dryer for her. "See, I knew one of my lady-loves would have left 'something' just in case she returned!" She took it from him, and smiled ruefully. "At some point, we're going to have to clear up just who and when -- for both of us!" He nodded. "Yeah. Suits me. I don't know how this will go -- you and me -- but I know that I'M willing to start afresh, particularly if I leave the Agency!" Plugging the dryer in, she said; "Why don't you take your shower now. I'll do my hair, get dressed and make us some coffee, okay?" They kissed briefly and then she turned on the noisy blower, drowning out anything else between them. He cranked over the faucet for the shower, and stepped in, relishing the hot blast as it struck his front and then back. As he showered, he watched her through the glass; she'd dropped the towel and he was able to relish her figure, her breasts jiggling as she moved. A warmth and comfort came over him and he silently prayed to whichever God would listen to him, he hoped they would be compatible. * * * * * Twenty minutes saw then both in the kitchen. He'd known Theresa for some time, and was content to let the girls go about their work; he didn't need to ask, or supervise them, and sat with Sandy as she poured the brew into some mugs that he had. "Okay Lady. What are we gonna do now; today? I have to call in, but frankly I feel that I have to get with your dad to sort out our relationship -- he and I, not you and I!" She sat across from him in his bathrobe. She'd brought some extra day-clothes in her bag and was planning on dressing before the cleaners went into the bedroom. Despite the freezing weather out there, she'd taken the opportunity to raise one of the window panes. A blast of cold air had greeted her, but she was afraid that the latent smells of their sexual antics would be hanging in the air. He'd come out of the bathroom as she stood there almost naked. "Jesus. What the ....! You'll freeze yourself in a few minutes", but she explained why, so he left her and retreated back into the bathroom, shutting the door after saying "Call me when you've closed them again!" The coffee warmed them both and she said "Let me call daddy now, and see what he wants, and if he'll want to meet up -- wherever, okay?" He nodded, and passed across the kitchen wall-phone with the extra-long lead. He listened while she spoke with her father and nodded, agreeing, when she made the arrangements to meet at a restaurant they both knew. Midday would see them together, all three. He grimaced at her as she hung up. "A bit like the OK Corral, if you ask me!" She smiled, and assured him that she'd be there to referee for him. Daddy was a few minutes late and they'd managed to get a booth at the back of the restaurant facing the entrance. As she'd directed the Maitre d', Alex thought this must be some latent Mafiosi move on her part; backs to the wall! Get the bad guy coming through the door. But, Daddy was as nice as pie; smiling as he came across the room towards them. Alex stood and shook hands with him and they both tried to relax. Sandy leaned across and kissed daddy. "Hmm. Thanks for coming. I know that you possibly feel ambushed, but Alex and I have talked, agreeing that this is the weirdest situation." She paused and flicked a look at Alex. "You see dad, we really DID meet by accident; neither of us knew who the other was but there's now a situation and we want to clear the air and move on. Alex has a number of thoughts for you, and you'll have to let us know where you stand." They ordered some wine from the waitress and some food. Alex was, despite his confidence in himself, slightly nervous, so only asked for a simple steak and fries. Sandy ordered some weird and wonderful concoction, but daddy joined Alex and ordered a steak. Toasting themselves, Alex was going to speak, but 'daddy' took over. "Alex -- may I call you that now?" to which Alex nodded and smiled (a small victory if nothing else). "Let's clear the air. Sandy has explained to me how you guys got together. You have to understand; I'm her father, and I worry about my 'little girl', and always will. But she's also big enough to take care of herself and I hope.." he looked straight at Alex .."that you too will take care of her at all times. Despite our creative differences to date, I know that you'll understand my position." He paused and looked at Sandy. "However, as I'm sure you've learned, either from her or from your office, much to my pleasant surprise, the sales have been exceedingly good over these last days. And, I've instructed your office to increase the market outreach. I'm going to allow.." he again, looked at Sandy..."that we increase the budget by another three million! I, erm, trust that you'll find that as some form of vindication for your actions?" Alex was dumbfounded. He'd come here, fully expecting to almost come to blows with 'the man', and now before he could speak, the budget was doubled and everything was cozy! Sheesh! He looked across at Sandy who was smiling. "You knew, didn't you?" She took on a sheepish look. "Well, I kinda thought that daddy was re-thinking his whole plans; maybe I sorta pushed him a bit, but, well, as you know, I wanted for us all to become friends. Despite his crankiness (to which he grimaced) I love the old fool, but I'm now also in love with you; I just don't want to have to choose, and only you guys can sort that out!" They sat for almost two hours; once some of the initial wariness had worn off, daddy opened up about some of the business that he was involved with, and likewise, Alex was able to explain some of their thought-processes as they created campaigns. But he also said that he was very tired; the Paracid campaign and two others that he was responsible for had taken a lot out of him and he hated this bloody cold weather, anyway. With a break in the conversation, he turned to Sandy. "Look, I know I said this in passing a couple of nights ago, but do you fancy a long week in Hawai'i?" He looked across at daddy. "Would you mind, sir, if I took her away? We've both agreed that we believe -- even after this short a time -- that we'd like to get to know each other better, and I sure could use a vacation!" She smiled, and without hesitation answered him. "You betcha!" Simple and enthusiastic. Daddy turned to her, knowing that she'd possibly look to him to help with the expenses. Alex knew what she was thinking.