5 comments/ 34747 views/ 6 favorites Call Me Breezy By: Midday_Crisis "You know Phil, I wish you would call me Breezy." He looked over the top of his menu at his 22 year old assistant and asked her, "Why would I call you that, Beatrice?" Breezy smiled and ran her hand through her unnaturally black shoulder length hair, "Because that's what all of his friends call me." "It would feel a little presumptuous; I'm almost twice your age." Breezy sat boring a hole through his sole with her eyes. Not for the first time, he tried to figure out what she would look like if she dressed a little more feminine. He knew she was goth or emo or whatever it's called these days on her own time and she toned down her look to be a little more professional on the job, but she always dressed a little boyish, hiding the curves of her hips and ass. Despite the fact she kept her body covered up, Phil could tell she was a lovely woman under there somewhere. Breezy playfully said, "I'm hurt, I thought we were friends." She winked one of her bright blue eyes at him. "Okay Breezy, you win." He paused as she smiled at her victory. "Just during dinner tonight." Her smile became a petulant pout. Phil had always resisted being too familiar with his female subordinates because he didn't think it would be appropriate for him to even appear to flirt with the girls that work for him. The only reason he brought her with him on this trip alone was the fact that she claimed to not be into men. He once overheard Tracy, a hopeful girl in the office, ask if she was lesbian and Breezy had quickly, quietly and definitively said no. Still, her 'no men' pledge meant it was unlikely that anyone else in the office (or his wife, not that she seemed to care) would think that she was trading sex for a promotion. After dinner they regrouped in his hotel room to go over the proposal they were presenting the next day. While they went over the details, Breezy took off her shoes to get more comfortable and he noticed a series of small tattoos on the top of her right foot that formed a trail up her ankle and disappeared under her pant leg. They were small stars, hearts, diamonds, swirls, and other various charms. Near her toes the trail was narrow, only a quarter inch wide, as it reached her ankle the trail had gradually widened until it was about an inch wide. When he looked up, he saw she was watching him study her foot. "Do you like what you see?" she asked playfully. "It's interesting. I've never really seen a tattoo up close. How far up your leg do they go?" "All the way to my shoulder." She pointed to a spot on the front of her left shoulder. "I never noticed before." "I keep them covered in the office." She sat on the bed and motioned him over to sit next to her. "You can take a closer look if you want." When he sat down Breezy put her foot in his lap. He brushed his fingers over the colorful images and pushed the loose leg of her masculine suit pants up to get a better look. She had gorgeous legs that he massaged as he ran his fingers over the little pictures inked into her pale, creamy white skin. He pushed her pant leg all the way up past her knee. He was mesmerized by the images and enjoyed the soft feel of her leg while he caressed her flesh so much that he lost track of himself. It had been too long since he had last tenderly touched a woman. Breezy cleared her throat bringing him back into the real world. "Very pretty." He said referring to her leg more than the tattoos. "You have great hands." She said. He had touched her in just the right way to stoke a fire in her. "Your wife is a lucky woman." Reminding him and herself that he had other obligations. "You should tell her. She doesn't like to be touched." He said too much. His wife and he still had a sex life, but that was it, only sex. No caressing or cuddling. She laid there like she was duty bound and let him do his thing a few times a month. He would lick between her legs until she was wet, then mount her. He wasn't sure if he still loved her, things weren't the same as when they first married. She loathed more contact than required. He was becoming more certain everyday that she didn't love him; he was only a meal ticket. He would complain but he was getting a lot more sex than his friends who only got sex on their birthdays or if they got their wives really drunk. Maybe he could work it out. Find what was lost. "Her loss." Breezy said as she looked down at her foot, which Phil was still holding in his lap. He figured she was asking him to let go, but he really wanted to keep on going, even if it wasn't going to lead to anything else. "How about a foot massage?" Phil offered. "Awesome!" He was a little surprised at how quickly and enthusiastically she responded. She put her other foot in his lap too. He stood up letting her feet drop. "Lay flat on the bed." He ordered. When she was situated, he pulled her pants up her slim legs as far as they would go, exposing her to about mid thigh. He started on her left foot and gradually worked his way up to the pant cuffs stretched around her thigh, and then he moved to the other foot and repeated the process. Breezy would moan and writhe around when he hit the right spots. After he finished with her exposed skin, he lightly trace his fingers along the inside of her thigh over the tattoos. He joked, "If you want me to keep going the pants will have to come off." She didn't hesitate one moment. Her hands fiddled with the front of her pants and an instant later, she had them off. His eyes searched over her 5 foot 4 inch body. Breezy had a great figure. She had slender legs wide hips and a small firm butt. She laid back in her black low cut cotton panties. He could see a hint of her narrow waist disappearing under the dress shirt she wore. 'Too bad I'm married and she's not into guys' he thought. He found her very desirable. Phil went back to work on her left leg starting at the knee. As he worked her thigh, he felt a little guilty, he was getting way too much enjoyment out of this. He was hard in his pants. He hoped she didn't notice. When he reach her underwear line he switched legs. The tattoos on her right leg stayed toward the inside of her thigh before disappearing into her knickers next to her pubic mound. The tattoo trail was about two inches wide in this area.This time she moaned and grunted throughout the massage. He spent way too much time in the gap between her thighs and got way too close to her covered privates. He even palmed her covered ass a few times. They had long since crossed the line of what could be seen as appropriate. He would have stopped, but Breezy kept encouraging him to keep going. She would gasp, "yes" or moan "right there" at the exact moments he thought he had gone to far. Twice he pulled back when he felt he was in a danger zone (like the first time he squeezed her ass) and she would say, "no, don't stop." She wanted him. She wasn't going to make the first move, but if he did she was planning on saying yes, and he seemed to be well on his way. When he was done, he lightly traced the path of tattoos again. Breezy looked like she really enjoyed his light brushes so he got bold enough to allow his fingers follow the trail all the way to her underwear. "Where does it go from here?" He asked tracing around her cotton covered mound, asking about both the tattoo trail and the path of sexual interaction they were on. Breezy shuddered and squealed under her breath in time with his light touches on her mons. She didn't verbally respond as she pulled the bottom hem of her shirt up to just below her breasts. The tattooed path exited her panties in the center below her navel. It veered off to the left side of her flat abdomen and went up the side of her ribcage as far as he could see. He seemed stuck, so Breezy sat up and asked, "Will you do full body?" Phil nodded and she pulled her shirt over her head before laying back. She was not wearing a bra. She was so small up top she didn't need one for support. The tattoos stayed to the left of her breasts and curved around the top of them until they ended on the front of her left shoulder. He gawked until she said, "Don't just stare, you can look while you work." He gave her a full frontal massage. Including her breasts. "Sorry, not much to work with." She joked while he worked his fingers into them. "They're perfect." He assured her. "Beautiful" he tweaked her nipple. "Oh god" she breathed and her body convulsed. She was so responsive to his touch he had forgotten that she didn't want advances from a man. He kneeled by her side and leaned down to lick the tattoo where it started on her shoulder. his tongue traced it down and detoured to her nipple for a minute or two. Breezy's hands were in his hair encouraging him. He licked his way to her underwear and nibbled and licked her mound through the material. He stimulated her clit as best as he could. He could tell she was shaved smooth. Suddenly, she pushed Phil away frantically. He figured that she finally realized what exactly they were doing and was trying to stop him, but she stripped off the panties and spread her bent legs presenting her opening to him. He dove in without reservation and ate her out. He licked quickly at her clit while massaging her g-spot with his finger. After her second full body climax she begged him to stop. While trying to catch her breath she said, "You shouldn't be that good." He arched an eyebrow at her. "I have only dated punk guys my age and the sex has been pitiful. I've kind of sworn off physical relationships until I meet someone worthwhile." She whispered, "I just masturbate a lot these days." "Me too." Phil admitted. Breezy went on "I only joke about not liking guys to keep the men in the office away. I never thought an old straight laced guy like you would be so much better. You are supposed to be an old bore not a sex god." He couldn't help but smile at the backhanded compliment. "I did okay?" He inquired. "The best I ever had, damn you." She hit his arm. "You just blew everyone who ever touched me out of the water. They aren't even a close second. Get your clothes off, I feel like I should do something for you." "You don't have to." I offered. "We've taken this too far to be appropriate already." "No, I'm curious about the rest of you. Get your pants off." He stripped and she had him lay on the bed. Breezy kneeled between his knees and inspected his angry red manhood. She wrapped her tiny hand around his circumcised thickness. Some of his fluids leaked from the head of his member and down on to her hand. She brought her hand up to her face and sniffed before tentatively licking it off. "Not bad." She said before leaning down to lick the fluid directly off the head of his hardness. She licked at it quickly like he had licked at her clit. She would take him into her mouth and suck for a few seconds, but stop way too soon and go back licking. She pumped his shaft between sucking but would stop too soon with that as well. He laid there enjoying the sensations but she was never going to get him off with this technique. He told has as much. "Sorry" she said. "I've never given head." "You've never given head to a man at all?" "No. I always thought it was gross." "I feel the same way. I don't suck dick either." He joked with her. "Maybe we could try something else?" "Sure. There's a problem though." She said. "Problem?" "There is no way this big thing," she shook his dick at him, "will fit inside me." "That's really sweet of you to say, but I don't think that is an issue." "I don't know." "Just lay back." He encouraged her. 'So much for not getting too familiar with the ladies in the office', he thought. He was just about to penetrate one's pussy. She laid there with her feet by her cute ass and knees spread wide while he kneeled between her thighs. "Go easy." She nervously pleaded. "I will." He assured her. There was one more thing though, "Uh, are you protected?" Phil asked. "Shit. No, I have never had enough sex to be worried about getting pregnant before. Do you have a rubber or anything with you?" "No, I've never slept with a girl on a business trip before." Breezy was really disappointed. "Next time I'll bring some. That way your wife won't notice." He thought that was very considerate. Now he was disappointed. "So, we will wait for next time, Bea." Sexy little Breezy laid there with a pensive expression for a few seconds. She knew that this was her only shot with him. Once they got home he would come to his senses and she would never get a second chance. "No, I can't wait. Just promise not to cum in me. And please call me Breezy. You just had your tongue in my pussy for crying out loud." Always the gentleman (well, as much of one as he can be considering he was cheating on his wife) he asked, "Where do you want it?" "You can shoot it anywhere, just not in his pussy." "On you?" "Sure, just not inside." He rubbed the head of his dick up and down along her very wet but very tight opening. He squeezed just the head inside. "Wait, Wait!" Breezy urgently shouted. "You are stretching me to the limit." He waited for her to get used to the feeling. "Okay, just go slow." He pushed in and out in very shallow stokes. She looked like she was enjoying it but whenever he pushed further she would wince. He settled into a rhythm stroking only about 3 inches in and out. He settled his body on top of hers and maintained the quick short thrusts. Breezy wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him deeply. She grunted and blushed as she came for her first time on a cock. With the shallow penetration, he still wasn't getting all the attention he needed to get off. When she started to get very wet and it felt like she was loosening up, Phil sat up and slowly pushed more dick into tight little body. Phil pushed forward. "Oh!" she screamed. He pushed more in. "Yeah! Give it all to me!" she grabbed his ass with both hands and hooked her legs behind his back. She was pulling him into her, so he fed the rest of his 7 inch member into her. When he bottomed out. "Yes!" she yelled triumphantly. He grabbed her hips, moving slowly at first but built up until he pounded her hard. At this point, he was barreling toward his finish with reckless abandon. She was only along for the ride now but it looked like she didn't mind too much. He was amazing as far as she was concerned. She kept cumming. Just before his finale, he pulled out and started to jack his shaft. He intended to spray her stomach. He never got to cum on his wife anymore so this was going to be a special treat. Breezy slapped his hand away from his cock. Her eyes narrowed as she glared at him. He thought he had done something wrong until she said, "Mine" and started to jack him herself. "This belongs to me now." She growled. She pumped faster. Phil let loose his torrent. The first jet hit her face forcefully. She laughed and giggled while she directed the rest to her tits and stomach. She was covered in the largest cum shot of his life. "Wow" Phil said while admiring Breezy's body coated in his fluids. "Wow, indeed." Breezy said. She licked some of the mess off her hand. "Mmm, not bad." Breezy was definitely a keeper. "I'm going back to my room." Breezy declared. "Really, I was hoping we could sleep together, Beatrice." Breezy explained, "My name is Breezy and there is no way I'll let you sleep as long as we are in this bed together. We'll both be so tired we will blow the presentation tomorrow." "Okay, Breezy." He conceded. Breezy smiled sweetly, "Tomorrow after we nail the presentation, I'll let you nail me too. We'll buy a box of condoms and see if we can use them all." "Sounds good." *** Breezy smiled to herself as she walked back to her room. She was planning how to get rid of his idiot wife. Anyone who didn't have the sense to take advantage of his bedroom talents properly didn't deserve him. She finally found someone who knew how to touch her, like hell she was going to let him get away. And she wasn't the kind of girl to share. If she had her way he would never touch another woman besides her after tonight. Call Me Breezy Ch. 02 Warning, this story contains adultery. If that bothers you please read one of my other stories. And as always, keep in mind this is a story meant to be light and fun. Don't take it too seriously. For some reason chapter 1 generated a lot of hate mail (and positive comments too). Lighten up. It's just a fantasy, no lives have been harmed in the making of it. Normally I don't recap past chapters but since it has been so long I'll try to give some background as I go so that this chapter can stand on its own. I encourage you to go back and read chapter 1 anyway. Enough talk. Here it is: *** Breezy added an extra twist to her gait as she walked into Phil's office. She loved the way her new polka dot dress swirled around her legs when she swung her hips. It made her feel girly. She never wore girlish clothes, so this was a fun, new sensation. She decided it was time to leave behind her boyish clothes she normally wore to hide her body and remind Phil at every possible moment she was a woman and she demanded his attention. Phil awed at the sight of Breezy strutting toward him. This was the first time he had seen her since they parted ways at the airport after their business trip and the transformation since then was magnificent. She wore a fifties style, navy blue dress, with white dots that clung to her slim body. Her black hair done fifties style too. Her red painted lips exploded off her powdered white face. Everything was so starkly contrasted, Phil thought that she like she had leapt from the pages of a graphic novel. Whether she was the heroine or villain he was unsure. The only thing certain, she wasn't a damsel in distress. She could never be that. Her 5 foot 4 height was augmented by 3 inch heels that helped her long slender legs and firm little ass look even better. He could just make out the tattoos trailing up her leg through the opaque black nylons stretched up her legs. He could not help but stare at the lively action her hips displayed. This womanly sex appeal was in such stark contrast to her normal look he could not look away. She revelled in the response she was getting from Phil. She'd already withstood the leering of all the other office boys, but it was this man that she was dressed for. She admired him sitting at his desk. He might be just shy of twice her age of 22 at 42 years old, but he was trim and fit. The slight gray at the temples of his short brown hair and the mild weathering of his face only added to his appeal as far as Breezy was concerned. She admitted to herself that her judgement might be skewed by her infatuation with him and the fact she thought he was a god in bed. She also found some enjoyment in the irony that he was so clean cut compared to her style. The fact they looked a bit out of place together fit her contrarian attitude. The look he currently had on his face was worth the time she had spent clothes shopping and primping. His mouth was dropped open and his eyes darted all over her body. She did a little twirl for him and watched his eyes drink in the sight. "Wow, Bea. You look," He searched for the right word, one that would not violate HR policies. As though fucking her last week had been in policy. "Yes?" She wanted to hear the end of that statement, so she let his failure to call her Breezy slide. Having lost track of his thoughts, he tried to figure out what she was asking. "What?" "You were saying, I look-?" "Amazingly beautiful." She blushed like a silly girl. She loved his praise more than she had expected. "Someone reminded me of what it feels like to be a woman." She explained. "Yes, about that," he started. Breezy expected him to have 'The Talk' with her today, but she was not going to let him ruin the buzz she was feeling yet. "Later." She swished back out of his office. She called over her shoulder, "Find me later. Maybe you can cum with me at lunch." She winked. "If you are feeling lucky." She left him dumb. She felt great. She felt like a goddess. Breezy ignored every other person in the office. They seemed to understand that she was not available for them and if anyone said anything out of place she'd tear their balls off, or whatever the female equivalent would be. She was a wrecking ball. Phil watched after the monster he had unleashed on the office. He had hoped to talk his way out of the situation. Now, he prayed it was still possible to survive. *** At lunch time Phil asked Breezy to join him for 'The Talk'. He took her to an upscale oceanside boardwalk restaurant that had relatively private seating. Once they were left to the isolation of their booth, Phil opened up the conversation referring to the awesome sex they had had while on the business trip, "We shouldn't have done what we did." She responded with a phrase she had specially picked out for this moment, "If you even hint that it meant nothing to you, I'll make a scene." Not letting her throw him off balance, "It's not that. I just can't do it again." Impressed he didn't miss a beat she moved on to her next preselected phrase. "Just be honest. Did you enjoy me?" "Lord yes, it was the best sex of my life." She scored a hit. Breezy cheered herself for knocking Phil off topic. "Good. We need to keep doing it." "Bea, it was wrong." Now he was throwing her off by refusing to call her Breezy. It frustrated her to no end, which she thought was probably his intention. She let out an irate growl. "Breezy. Call me fucking Breezy. You've fucked me, I don't know how many times, you have to call me Breezy now. It's the law." "Seven" "Seven what?" "We had sex six times that afternoon and into the night after we closed the sale. Plus the once the night before." The waitress walked up just in time to hear the last part of the conversation and based on the size of her eyes she had understood what she heard. "I can come back." She blurted. "No we're ready to order." Breezy said. Then she confided to the waitress, "And he made me cum every single time." The waitress made a impressed face as her eyes appraised Phil in a whole new light. Phil reddened from embarrassment. Breezy loved it when he went shy like this. It was intolerably cute. "I'll have the shrimp louie salad." Breezy announced cheerfully. "Same for me." Not having even heard what Breezy had ordered, he said it just to get rid of the girl. Phil returned to the topic of their affair, "It was wrong, we can't do it again. I'm sorry I was weak. I should have been stronger." Breezy thought, 'Shit, he's back on topic.' She said, "Trust me, your performance was plenty strong and it wasn't wrong. Nothing that feels that right can be wrong." "It's cheating. It's not fair to my wife and it's not fair to you." "You have a point there." She had let him have the moment because for once, he was right. Cheating was wrong. So, it was simple, she had to evict the bitch wife so she could move in. So simple she wondered why it wasn't self evident to him. She explained, "Phil, we just need for you to not be married anymore. I'll keep sleeping with you while you work on that, but you're on the clock. So get to work." Phil was flabbergasted. There was no talking sense to her. Feeling that she had won 'The Talk' with her last salvo, she went on to something new. "There is another sales trip coming up. To Chicago. I feel my performance on the last trip should justify you taking me again." Phil heard every bit of intentional innuendo and shook his head. "Breezy, you are too much." "I know. But seriously, I want to handle that sale." "I'll think about it." Breezy smiled because she heard 'Yes' in his answer. Phil saw her smile and knew he was going to say yes. *** That was almost a week ago. Now Breezy sat in her car on a Saturday morning waiting for her opportunity to make something happen all the while thinking about what a sweet guy Phil was. He really was trying to do the right thing. Too bad he hadn't figured out that the right thing was to end his marriage and be with her. Breezy was feeling frisky. This morning she had woken up thinking about Phil and playing with herself. She made an executive decision that she had to convince Phil he should do the job for her. Breezy laughed at herself, "I guess I'm reduced to being a creepy stalker now." She was waiting for someone to go somewhere. Both Phil and his bitch wife were home. She needed one of them to leave. She would follow whoever left and accidentally run into them wherever they went. She hoped it would be Phil, then she could try to talk him into coming back to her place for some afternoon delight or kidnap him if he played hard to get (she was beginning to feel desperate). But it needed to be the bitch that she followed if she was going to start her plan into motion. Finally someone was leaving. "Darn, it's the wife. No sex today." She muttered to herself. Breezy was taken aback by how young and pretty Phil's wife was. She recognized her from the photo on Phil's desk, but that picture didn't do her justice. She looked to be in her early thirties and in very good shape. Breezy muttered to the car, "Figures she would be a blonde bombshell with fantastic cantaloupe sized tits. Couldn't be married to a hag, could you Phil?" Breezy felt a bit intimidated and inadequate. She felt this woman was far prettier than herself. How was she going to steal Phil away from that? Breezy felt plain in her baby tee and tight jeans. Her braless boobs didn't even try to fill in the flat front panel of the top. No wait, Phil was leaving too. He was wearing board shorts and a v-neck tee. Breezy was drooling over his flat stomach and wide shoulders. His hair was a bit messy and he had a dark foreboding look. He looked a little pissed off. "Shit, he's gorgeous too. They do make a pretty couple." She was slow to realize they were both leaving together. Breezy hadn't really considered this possibility. She followed them wondering what to do. They pulled into the parking lot of a home improvement warehouse store. She parked at a discreet distance, grabbed a shopping cart, and followed them in. She found a little irony in the fact that she was watching Phil and his wife unsuccessfully attempt to get help from a sales clerk while she seemed to be fending off young men in orange aprons left and right. She felt like she was in a swarm of bees. She had not gotten this level of attention when she dressed boyish so she was having trouble managing it. Finally, she formulated a plan. She had one of the eagerly helpful sales boys put a tall door mirror in her cart and when he tried to offer more assistance she left the disappointed guy in her dust as she chased after the unhappy couple. She practically ran them over, pushing her cart into the gap between Phil and his beautiful wife. Her huge mirror hung precariously out of the cart nudging his stomach, prodding him further from the woman he had shared nuptials with. Phil's eyes got huge. "Breezy, what are you doing here?" It pleased her that he finally called her Breezy without being prompted. The fact that he had done it in a moment of surprise confirmed her suspicion that he was persistently calling her Bea on purpose in order to irritate her. "Getting a mirror." She grinned at his terror. "You look good when you're not wearing your business suit." She teased in a small, coy girl's voice. She thought he looked delicious and she wanted to eat him up. Missing the double meaning of Breezy's statement his wife asked, "Phil, do you know this girl?" Phil was still frozen so Breezy answered. "I work with him. I've been under him recently, so to speak." She saw his eyes darken, warning her. "I'm Judy, Phil's wife." She looked down at Breezy's mirror that was wedged between her and Phil. "What a lovely mirror." "Yeah. I hope I don't break it. I have no idea how I'm going to hang it on my own." Judy made a cutting remark, "Phil can be handy if he wants to be." She lighten her tone. "Maybe he can help." Thinking of the full body massage and groping he had given her, it took everything she had not to laugh as she said, "I bet he's good with his hands." Phil was now giving her the evil eye. Breezy playfully stuck her tongue out at him while Judy's head was turned looking for a salesman. "Does anyone work here?" Judy asked. "We're here to get ideas for tile. It's too bad he doesn't know anything about tile. We may need to hire someone." Breezy perked up. "I can do tile. Maybe we can husband swap, though I don't have anyone to offer in exchange. I'll borrow Phil to do some poking around at my place." Judy was so oblivious and unaware it was disappointing Breezy. She felt like she was fighting an unarmed opponent. She wondered how far she could push her little game. So she kept getting more obvious with her sexual innuendo. "Then I'll come over and help him get laid, I mean, get the tile laid." Still, not even a twitch from one of Judy's perfect facial muscles. "I wouldn't want to impose." Judy answered. "Trust me it's no imposition. I don't mind getting on my knees and going to work." Still no response from Judy. Breezy wondered just how dense she was. While receiving menacing looks from Phil, Judy told her, "That would be great." Breezy went to Judy's side and offered her assistance with picking out tiles. She and Judy picked out the perfect tile which Phil and Judy would come back and buy after Breezy helped Phil measured their floor. Phil was giving her the silent treatment the entire time, which Judy seemed oddly unaware of. As they left the store Breezy had a moment of inspiration and boldly asked. "Can I borrow Phil today?" "Sure, I don't need him around." There was a little bite in her comment as there had been whenever their conversation referenced Phil. It seemed they might have had a fight earlier today. They both had that thick cloud of, 'I'm still mad and you're going to hear about it later' hanging over them. "I can think of some other things I may want him to attend to, can I keep him for a while. I don't have a man around too often." "Keep him all day. I'm going to my father's house and I won't be back until late anyway." Breezy turned to Phil, "Can you help me get this in the car? Maybe you can come to my place with me. I can take you later. Home that is." Phil was about to issue his protest, but Judy talked over him, "That would be perfect. See you later dear." And she left without a goodbye kiss or even a glance back. A few moments later she drove away, unaware she was abandoning Phil to the woman who was trying to steal him away permanently. Once Judy was gone, Phil remarked to Breezy, "I hate you." "No you don't. You are very fond of me. In fact, you adore me." "Not right this second." "It's just your foul mood. You can take your frustrations out on me after we hang this mirror. I just spent $80 I don't have on a mirror. You are going to make it worth my trouble." "You planned this." "Not really. I was winging it the whole time." "I know how to put tile down. I was trying to get out of doing this project. We don't need new tile. She's just using it as a way to get at me. Make me spend money on her I don't want to. Thanks for foiling my escape plan. You're going to make it worth my while too." "Stop quacking like duck. Let's get this in the car." *** They went to her place and hung the mirror in short order. Phil wasted no time. As they stood admiring the new mirror attached to the closet in her one room apartment he placed his hand her shoulder and pressed down while his other hand opened his shorts and brought his fat 7 inch circumcised erection into the open air. He watched in the mirror as he gripped her hair with one hand and pressed his cock into her mouth. It was erotic to watch from an outside perspective as she sucked. Her blow job skills seemed to have greatly improved. She was maintaining a steady rhythm this time. "That feels wonderful. Please don't stop." "Mmm hmm" She nodded with his dick in her mouth. He watched the bulbous head sliding in and out. After a couple minutes he was almost ready to cum but she pulled back. She slowly pumped his cock with her hand and smiled up at him. "Please keep going. That is the best feeling ever." He begged. From her knees Breezy wondered about his desperation so she asked, "Does Judy ever blow you?" "Not since we got married." "Oh." She considered what he was saying. "Well, don't worry, I'll take care of that from now on." She took him back into her mouth. Sucked for a second and stopped. "You'll warn me right?" "Of course. Just finish me. Okay?" She almost laughed, but then she thought about how badly she would beg if he didn't take her all the way. From her knees, while using her hand to pump him slowly, she asked him, "Can we pretend you are making me blow you in exchange for a raise? You could say crazy things like, 'your raise is in there somewhere, keep sucking until you get it out'." "Yes. I'd like that." "You've already been imagining that haven't you." "Yes." He was dying for her to finish him. "The other girls in the office too?" "Over the years every pretty young lady has had a turn on her knees in my mind. But recently only you." He sounded concerned about how she might take this news. She assured him, "I'm not jealous." She got a wicked grin. "You'd be surprised how many of those girls have imagined the exact same thing. You should hear them talk about you." She started sucking again. He had one hand in her hair. She could not get much in her mouth, he was too big, so she sucked on the end and pumped with her hand. "You'll need to try harder if you expect to impress me with your work ethic." She increased her pace. "That's right, show me why you are my favorite employee." A few minutes later he started to grunt and thrust into her mouth. "Oh god. Here it cums." he weakly mewwed. Breezy pulled back and tried to jack his seed into her left hand. She caught some of it but he still geysered most of his spray onto her shirt and jeans. She shrugged and wiped her hands on her already dirty shirt. She stood and kissed him. With her arms around his neck she said, "How did I do on my performance review." "You surpassed expectations." She pulled her cum and spit soiled shirt off over her head her and slipped her splattered jeans down her legs. Phil's eyes washed over her body. Her small chest was braless as usual. Breezy stood in low cut, fluorescent orange, cotton, bikini briefs. Thin purple knee socks adorned her long slim legs. Her hips naturally raked back in a ballerina pose. "Damn, you are sexy." He pressed his body against hers from behind. His hands trailed up her sides and came to rest on her sensitive nipples. She leaned back against him and let out a long sigh of pleasure, "Oh god." She rasped. "How do you do that? A little brush of your fingers and I'm on fire." She pressed her panty cover ass against his still exposed boner. Phil took her earlobe between his teeth, the fingers on his right hand found their way into her panties and splashed through the river running through gap between her thighs. "I sense your foul mood has improved." She said. "I feel like a million dollars." "A blow job will do that I suppose." He responded by tweaking her left nipple and drag his middle finger on his right hand upward through the cleft of her vagina pressing against her clit. "I can think of something else that will improve my mood even more." "You need to stop." she moaned. "Neither one of us wants that." "I know, but we'll be late." "Late for what?" "Our date. You're taking me out." "I am?" "Yes. We are going out. Then, if you are good, I'll invite you in for coffee after." Call Me Breezy Ch. 02 "Just coffee?" "A girl never invites a guy in for just coffee." Phil penetrated her vagina with his middle finger grinding his palm on her clit. "Why waste time. Let's skip ahead." "Ohhh" She gushed. It took all of her emotional strength to pull away out of his grasp. "I want a real relationship. Not just screwing around." Phil pinched the bridge of his nose and reminded himself what he was doing. He confessed, "When we got home from our trip I felt guilty. Really guilty. I promised myself to be a good husband and try to fix my marriage; live up to the vows I took." He looked at Breezy painfully, "She laughed at me the other day when I suggested we should go on a trip to revitalize our romance. She actually said, 'Why on earth would I want to do that?'." He took Breezy's hand, "I decided that you and I needed to discuss our possible future. If you want one." "You make things so complicated." "So, do you want to try out a relationship with me? See where this goes? Find out if there could be more." "Listen. I want you, even though you are so thick headed. Remember, you seduced me, I just went along because you're so cute and I always liked you. But, I don't play the mistress role." "But you are playing the role as my mistress right now." "Figure it out, it is a simple math problem. You plus me equals two. The answer must always be two, never three. And don't take too long. I'm not very patient." Phil thinking about what she was saying. He was getting the idea that she wanted him to herself. Breezy pulled on a one piece dress down over her head cutting Phil's eyes off from her body. Disappointed that the show was over and he was going to have to wait until later, he tucked himself back in his pants and asked, "Do you ever wear a bra?" "If you don't have hands, you don't wear gloves." Breezy answered, grinning at Phil's struggle to secure his hard cock behind his shorts in a way that didn't look like he was smuggling a flagpole. "A date?" He confirmed. "Yes" "Out together?" "Seems like the only way it would be a date." "In public?" "I guess." "People will see us together?" "Probably." "Someone might see us." "I thought we just established that." "I mean someone from work." "Are you that ashamed of me?" "No. But it would start talk." "Nothing untrue." She pointed out. "I could get in trouble for coercing a subordinate." "Really? That's what's bothering you?" "Well, yes." Exasperated Breezy huffed, "Jesus, it's only a problem if you are making unwanted advances or coercing me, and I complain. I am not complaining." Breezy put a fake shocked expression on her face. "Oh my god! Are you coercing me into doing something I don't want?" Phil didn't like being mocked. "Shut up." "No. Really. Oh shit, I hadn't realized, you're making me follow you around town and steal you from literally under your wife's nose. Crap, I'm going to start typing my formal complaint right now." She put her fingers under her chin as though in deep thought. "Are there one or two r's in harassment?" She asked. "You're a smart ass." Breezy smiled, "Just the way you like me." "It could still be an issue." He muttered. "Then maybe you should stop seducing girls from the office and having sex with them in your hotel room. That might get you in trouble some day." Surrendering, Phil said, "Where am I taking you?" "I don't know. It is a date. You need to decide. You need to pick me up and take me out for an exciting night on the town. Remember, I need to be impressed if you want to get past first base." "It's not nighttime." "Minor technicality." "I don't have my car to pick you up with." "Then the pressure is on. You'll look pretty silly standing on my stoop without a ride if I send you away with a kiss on the cheek." *** Phil drove her crappie old civic to the beach. He took her to a restaurant bar he had used to frequent back in his single days. It was on the second floor of a 1920's brick building overlooking the beach. It was still mid afternoon so there were sunbathers. Phil glanced down at a pretty girl lying on the sand a bikini. "Nice tits." Breezy said to Phil referring to the sunbather. "Sorry." "Don't be sorry, just be mine." She reached up and stroked his cheek before she turned his face back toward the girl. "You can look. I don't care as long as you belong to me. She does have nice knockers doesn't she." Thinking of how Judy would be upset and not talk to him for hours if she caught him looking at another girl, he looked back to Breezy and honestly said, "You are gorgeous. You outshine every woman that is ever in the same room with you." Breezy blushed, "And that woman on the beach." "Is that you Breezy?" The waitress asked interrupting their moment. "Hey Ce-ce." Breezy responded. "I almost didn't recognize you all gussied up. You look great." Breezy whispered loud enough for everyone to hear, "There's this guy I like." She discreetly nodded her head towards Phil as though he was not watching and listening to her. "I decided to start dolling myself up for him." Breezy and Ce-ce both looked at Phil. "What's your name handsome?" The Ce-ce asked. "Phil." "Phil. The man who conquered mount Breezy." She looked at the ever-blushing Breezy and said, "I'll bring your usual beautiful. What are you drinking handsome?" He asked for a beer. Ce-ce ran off to fetch the drinks. She loudly yelled to a coworker, "Breezy's got a man with her. I know. Can you believe it?" "You come here often?" Phil asked Breezy. "Never been here before." She claimed with an innocent face. "Figures. I pick the one place everyone knows your name." "Yeah, it's my favorite hang out." she admitted. "I come here after work and watch the sunset." she said wistfully. "I used to do the same thing when I was single." "You probably came here to pick up on girls in bikinis." Phil gave her a cat that are the canary smile. Breezy had a horrible thought. "You didn't meet Judy here, did you?" His smile disappeared. "No. Her father introduced us." Faster than he had ever been served before, Ce-ce landed a mug of beer in front of Phil and a hurricane glass of something stronger in front of Breezy. She took a gulp. Ce-ce sat next to Phil at the table and asked, "So how did you melt through the ice queen's frosty exterior? I've watched dozens of guy go down in flames trying." "Ice queen!" Breezy protested. "Hush, I'm interrogating Handsome." Ce-ce responded. "I feel someone's tip getting smaller." Breezy grumbled. "I will blame you when I can't afford to send my kids to grad school." "You don't have kids." Breezy pointed out. Ce-ce turned back to Phil. "So, What was the winning move to get through to THE ICE QUEEN?" "Foot massage." "Really? You must be good. I've got to try one of those." "Ce-ce, back the hell up. He's mine." "Sorry girl. Jeez." "His foot massages are orgasmic. Only I get them." "Alright, already. I'm just having a bit of fun." "Find your own plaything." Ce-ce place her hand on Phil's shoulder. "That's my cue to go, handsome. Breezy is getting scary." Phil chuckled, "Yeah, she can be scary." "Sounds like you want to sleep on my front porch." Breezy commented to Phil. Ce-ce left them and Phil asked, "Why do you want to be called Breezy? Beatrice is a beautiful name." "My mom named me after my grandmother (she died just before I was born) but Mom has called me Breezy ever since I can remember. She says I always lighted up her day like a cool summer breeze." "Okay?" "She's a hippie from Santa Cruz. I'm lucky she didn't call me Sunbeam or Raspberry or something." "So, you grew up in Santa Cruz?" "We moved south when I was 11. I grew up in Ojai then Moorpark." "Almost a local girl." "Almost. Where did you get the name Phil." "Ah, that's embarrassing." Her ears perked up. "I told you about my hippie mom." She said excitedly. He took a deep breath as though he was revealing a deep secret. Breezy leaned forward in anticipation. He said, "My real name is Philip. Everyone automatically shortens it to Phil. Though my mom calls me Bud, short for buddy." "That doesn't sound embarrassing." Breezy said in a disappointed voice. "It's not. I don't really care." "Why did you say it was." "I wanted to be mysterious for a few moments. Phil is a pretty boring name, not fun and exciting like Breezy. I was considering telling you my real name was Pharaoh and I just go by Phil." "Oooh, can I call you Pharaoh?" "Sure, knock yourself out." "How about Bud?" "That might feel weird. Only my mom calls me that." "Alright Pharaoh." "So, what was your childhood like?" He asked. "Well, it was just Mom and me. We moved a lot. I think that's why I'm bad at making friends." "Yeah, that must be it." Phil remarked sarcastically. Breezy ignored him and continued, "Also, Mom didn't believe in interfering in my life even when I was little. I basically raised myself. I was a big time brat." "Was?" "Maybe I still am. You?" "Strict military Dad. Stay at home mom. She was even more strict. Moved a bit until Dad was stationed at Los Angeles AFB. Then he retired and went to work for a local consulting company. Been here since I was 12." "We should balance the two approaches when we raise our kids. Some discipline is good." Phil stared at Breezy unblinking. He was unsure how serious she was. Kids? Maybe. That was many steps down the road if they did. Breezy didn't blink either. She thought, 'Shit! my big mouth strikes again.' She hoped she had not just torpedoed her chances with Phil. She wondered why she had said that? At least he had not freaked out and run from the room. She took that as a good sign. She was very serious. She wanted kids with him. He had not protested either. Another good sign perhaps? Instead he asked, "Uhm, how old is your mom?" Breezy smiled, "Older than you, if that's what you're asking." "Yeah I was." "She was 38 when she accidentally got knocked up with me." "Wow, she's almost the same age as my mom." Breezy turned her head and said, "Ce-ce I'm starving here." Ce-ce stepped over, "I remember you wanting me to leave you alone with handsome." "I wanted you to stop hitting on my boyfriend. We still need to eat." She said sarcastically. "I wasn't worried about you going unnoticed. You have no problem making yourself loud and clear about what you want. Emphasis on the loud part." "Just take our order. You can be snarky after." "Handsome, do you have any idea what you are getting yourself into?" "I wouldn't have her any other way." They ordered, ate, and shared some life stories. Breezy was watching Phil closely. She was afraid she had overplayed her hand with the kids thing. Pushed too hard too soon. He was quiet and thoughtful, which scared her. After their meal they walked out and sat on the sand. They watched the sunset holding each other. She needed the comforting. She thought to herself, 'I always mess up everything with my big mouth. I hope I didn't ruin my chances'. She made him hold her tight while she silently pleaded for him not to leave her. Phil's only thought was how much he enjoyed the closeness. He had not cuddled in years. It was nice that she liked to be close. *** Phil walked Breezy to the door of her apartment. He kissed her lightly on the lips. She lingered in front of the door kissing him back until she couldn't wait any longer. "Okay you've earned admission. Would you like to come in for some coffee?" "Yes" Phil sat as he watched Breezy run around the room lighting candles. She shut off the lights and sat next to him. "Where's the coffee I was offered?" He asked. "At the store. I don't drink coffee. I have tea, but I'm not in the mood for tea." "What are you in the mood for?" "You." She kissed Phil in the soft candlelight. They kissed lightly and slowly. Breezy began to recline. She attempted to pull Phil on top of her but he sat up pulling himself out of her grasp. She began to panic as he stood. She thought he was changing his mind; he was going to leave and go back to his wife. The pain of rejection was pulling at her heart. Phil scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed oblivious to the emotional eruption he had started in Breezy. He only wanted more space than the sofa allowed. He carefully laid Breezy on the bed and lay himself next to her. He kissed her and noticed her body trembling and tears on her cheeks. "Everything okay?" He asked. "Just keep kissing me." She was embarrassed for exposing herself as being emotionally unsure and insecure. They lay on the bed together. Phil's hand wandered under her dress between her legs. She reach down into his shorts and lightly tugged at his cock. Breezy said with a frustrated huff, "Stand up, I can't undress you with us laying together like this." They both stood. She started to push at his shorts but was interrupted by Phil pulling her dress up over her head. She tried again, but he kneeled and began kissing her stomach. His fingers played along her tattoos that trailed from her shoulder all the way down to her foot. He brushed them as they descended along the side of her torso. He licked at where they entered the top of her panties. He brushed her pussy lightly over the top of her panties. He pulled down her underwear while licking her venus mons above her genitals. She let him play despite her desire to have him naked. She watched in the mirror as he helped her step out of the panties dangling from her feet. She spread her feet and pushed his head lower. Phil licked at her clit. His palm massaged her ass, she grabbed the wrist of his other hand and guided his fingers to her opening. He teased the opening of her pussy while he licked her sensitive nub. She had never had a man on his knees blowing her before. She looked down into his loving eyes. She could see it. He really did love her. A new spark was behind his gaze. It had not been there before the date. She felt it too. They were falling madly for each other. Too soon she felt herself erupting in pleasure. Her knees began to buckle under her. She grabbed his head and he held her hips. Together they kept her upright. She screamed as he carefully guided her through her orgasm. When she finished with the aftershocks of her release he tenderly kissed his way up the trail of tattoos from her mons to her shoulder until they stood face to face. She gave him a tight content smile and pulled his shirt up over his head. "Don't move." She commanded. "I don't remember it being this difficult to get you out of your clothes last time." "I'm easily distracted by beautiful naked women. Breezy firmly said, "Stay". She walked naked over to the bedside. Phil admired her from behind, concentrating on her ass and the gap between her thighs. When she leaned forward to fetch something from the nightstand he could see her womanly folds peaking out. He lost his resolve and stepped behind her rubbing his fingers along her pussy. Breezy's head popped up in surprise but otherwise she froze. "I told you to stay where you were." she growled. "I saw something I couldn't resist." "If you want to have me, you'll let me work. Get back over there." He pushed two fingers into her and began to probe around. She pulled away and turned to sit on the bed. She yanked his shorts and underwear down then grabbed his hard cock and pulled him closer. "If you want me, you need to let me put this on you." She opened the condom she had retrieved and began to roll it onto his cock. She pumped at his sheathed dick and applied some lube. She continued, "I started taking the pill yesterday. Next month we can go bareback." She lay on the bed and beckoned Phil to join her. As he reclined next to her she turned her back and moved closer. He spooned behind her and she lifted one leg grasping down between her thighs and lining up their organs. With his arms wrapped around her he pressed himself into her. He slowly pressed in and out, enjoying the snugness that squeezed him. She rolled her head back and to the side so that they could kiss. He responded by pressing deeper. "Wait, not so deep." she choked out, "I liked where you were." He pulled back to his previous depth of penetration. "Mmm yeah. That's the spot." He undulated his hips in shallow half strokes. "Oh, just do that for the next 8 hours and I'm good." she hummed. He palmed her nipple and ran his hand down her side roughly following her tattoos. He lightly grazed over her groin on his way to her leg. He gripped her small thigh he stroked down to her knee. Breezy purred. She began to writhe her hips. Phil began pushing harder and increased his depth of penetration. "No." she swatted his hip. Phil froze. "Your hands are great, but hold your hips still. I don't need to be ravaged every time we have sex. Hard isn't always good." "Sorry" "It's fine. Tonight I want to enjoy the slow grind. I want to keep that going. Next time I'll let you go as hard as you want. Rape me if that's what you need." "Okay, what do you want me to do." "Let your hands wander, I'll do the rest." She turn her mouth to his. "And kiss me like you mean it." Their lips met and Phil's hand reacquired her breast. Breezy began to grind against him. His hand slid to her waist enjoying the thin, lean firmness of her body. He explored the width of her hips and encouraged her humping motion with his hands. Breezy adjusted her speed and angle until found her climax. She happily shuddered in his grasp as she orgasmed. She lay silent and still while recovering her senses. Breezy lazily patted Phil over her shoulder and said. "Thanks babe. Now you can do whatever you need in order to finish yourself." Phil stayed inserted as he rolled Breezy onto her stomach. He grabbed her tiny waist as he looked down at her cute little ass. He rammed into her and began to use her hard. He went at her for 5 minutes before his condom numbed cock began to get close. He pulled her up into a doggystyle position. With his new found leverage he fucked breezy hard and deep. Breezy gripped the sheets and hung on while Phil went at her. She squealed in time with his thrusts. She enjoyed herself despite the fact she did not climax again. He grunted his seed into the latex sheath then rolled off to the side landing on his back next to her. Breezy reached over and held his hand. "I can't believe that any woman would let a fantastic lover like you out of her sight." "I'm not that good." "Yes you are. No one else has ever made me feel this wonderful." "It's you too. I have never had a lover as easily ogasmic as you. Sex with you is better than it has ever been in my life. No woman has enjoyed sex with me the way you do. We just work well together." "Proof we belong together for the rest of our lives." He tied off and threw away the condom. Breezy rolled over and pressed her back into his grasp then they both drifted off into a content sleep. *** Phil woke up and it was dark. The clock claimed 11 pm. He shook Breezy awake. "What?" She grumbled testily. "I have to go home." "No you don't. Go back to sleep. You would rather be with me anyway." "Yes, but I have to get my affairs in order before I leave her." "Your affair was sleeping happily in your arms before you woke her." "The bitch will drain my bank accounts if I don't do this right. I need to go home for now." "I'm tired." She whined. "Get up and take me home." She sat up and looked at him. She tried to stare him down but he held strong despite the fact her breasts were bared to him. Call Me Breezy Ch. 02 "Fine. As you say Pharoah." *** Breezy pulled her car into Phil's driveway. He observed, "I noticed I didn't have to give you any directions to my house. You kinda just knew the way." "What kind of stalker would I be if I didn't know where you lived?" "I always knew you were an overachiever." "How about one last kiss?" She requested. Phil leaned over and sensually pecked at her lips. She unlatched her safety belt and climbed into his lap facing him. Phil massaged her back as he kissed her mouth. Breezy forcefully pressed her groin down on his rigid length. She wanted to screw him in front of the house where the bitch was inside. Even better would be to do it on their bed so the bitch could wake up and see who Phil really loved and how good they made each other feel. Breezy stopped kissing and pressed her forehead against his. "Do you want a goodbye blow job?" She asked. "That would be nice, but the neighbors might call the cops. I better get inside." "But..." "If I didn't know better I'd say you were trying to keep me from leaving." "She's in there. You're going to sleep in bed with Her. I want you in my bed with me." "I assure you nothing is going to happen. I haven't been with her or anyone else since we slept together on our business trip to Minneapolis." He tenderly stroked her cheek with a finger. "I don't want anyone else." She looked at the house. "I'm afraid." She whispered. "Breezy, you are an indomitable beast. I fear for the world if it ever gets between you and what you want. You are the only person I know who should never be afraid." "That's sweet." She hugged Phil close then she gave his shoulder a hard open handed slap. "What was that for?" "Never call a girl a beast. It's unflattering." *** Phil stumbled into his bedroom a little after midnight. Judy woke up, "Oh, it's you." She sounded disappointed. "Why are you so late?" "She kept asking for more." Phil smiled to himself. Breezy's word play seemed to be rubbing off on him. "I thought she was never going to let me leave her." "That's nice." She said absently. Phil slid under the covers. "It's too late, let me sleep." She growled. Phil remembered tonight was his scheduled sex night with her. Luckily he was not in the mood, Breezy had taken good care of him, but it still irritated him that Judy never cared about or tended to his needs. He rolled over, placed his back to her and wished he had stayed with Breezy. Breezy was right of course, he could not keep screwing around on the side. If he wanted to date her, he would need to bite the bullet and end his marriage someday very soon. Regardless of the financial pain it would cause, that option was sounding better by the minute. *** Breezy cried the entire drive home. She felt empty and alone. She hated herself for acting like this and hated Phil for making her feel this vulnerable and afraid. "I don't know if I'm indomitable, but I am a beast." She warned the world. "And I am coming for you." *** The next chapter will take few weeks. I'm putting the finishing touches on it now but with work and life... You know.