0 comments/ 33556 views/ 1 favorites My Year With Brooke By: km-smt Present Time My breathing was only beginning to slow as I lay back on the hotel room bed propped against a wad of pillows and watched Brooke bending over searching her purse for her cigarettes. She was nude and bending from the waist, her nearly perfect ass facing me and her cheeks framing her lips. As she stood up with her cigarettes she glanced over her shoulder and smiled knowing that her display had not gone unnoticed. I was aware of the sensation of my pooled semen slowly beginning to drip down my stomach but was too spent to find a towel in the bathroom. Instead I continued to marvel at the view of the young woman before me who had been my lover for close to a year now and was just slightly more than half my age. "When are you going to quit smoking?" I asked still a bit out of breath. "The day you leave your wife and marry me." She responded quickly – as always with a bit of challenge to her voice. She smiled and raised her eyebrows to confirm that she was joking as she pulled on my suit jacket which had been hanging on the back of a chair. She was engulfed in the jacket which covered her to mid thigh. "Can you spend the night?" I asked knowing that it was unlikely. "No, my significant other knows I am working late but expects me home tonight." She said "And how is – what's his name?" I asked knowing full well his name was Kevin. "Big dick – his name is big dick – for obvious reasons. He is – well, big and hard and throbbing....as you would expect." "Good to know" I said watching her laugh as she opened the slider door to the balcony and disappeared into the night until her lighter flared to light her cigarette. Brooke made me feel both young and old. Observing her life and her youth made me feel every bit my age but knowing that somehow (much to my astonishment ) this young woman found me sexually attractive made me feel so young. Minutes later as I was standing in the shower under the warm water my thoughts were interrupted by a draft of cool air. Brooke's arms encircled my waist in a hug from behind. Her hands quickly made their way down my stomach. Her right hand gripped my cock and her left cupped my balls. "Are you ready for a little more?" she asked as she pressed against me from behind and massaged my still soft cock. "We'll see." I said as I turned to her and put my hands around her and slid my hands down her back to cup her ass. She continued to stroke my cock as she turned her head up to me to push her tongue into my mouth. I could taste the mint she had taken to reduce the tobacco taste – she is always thoughtful. "When's the last time you had sex with your wife in the shower?" she asked after breaking our kiss. "Hmm" I thought out loud not able to remember the last time. "How about you?" "Sex with your wife? Uhhh" She joked "Actually, Big Dick and I did it this morning." She smiled knowing how much I enjoyed hearing about her love life with her boyfriend. My penis began to enlarge in her hands, in part because of her stroking but also in anticipation of hearing her tell me more. "I got up to go to the bathroom this morning and I could see him in the shower. He was sitting on the bench seat letting the water hit him in the chest while he played with himself. I went into the bathroom and I guess he heard me because when I came out and looked over he was standing right next to the shower door so I could see him and he was really pumping away on his cock." I was now completely erect and slowly pushing my cock through Brooke's hand and against her wet stomach. I was holding her ass in my hands and pulling her to me as the water beat down on us. "I was still tired and wanted to go back to bed but I knew he would come to the side of the bed and masturbate over me – probably try to put his cock in my mouth. So, I walked to the shower door and pulled up my t-shirt so he could see me. He started stroking himself even faster. I turned around to show him my ass and pushed it up against the glass right in front of his cock." The pre-cum from my cock had now made the head of my cock slide in Brooke's fist and against her stomach. I was fucking her hand as she looked up at me and talked loudly enough to be heard over the stream of the shower. "By now I was awake and excited so I opened the shower door and asked if he needed help. I knew he was pretty close to coming - like you are now - so I sat on the bench in front of him, grabbed his balls in one hand, circled the base of his dick with the other and opened my mouth. He took a step forward and pumped my mouth. It didn't take long for him to come." I was very close to coming and Brooke knew it and had tightened her grip on my cock keeping it from sliding through her hand to rub against her stomach. Instead the friction was just on the head within her palm and driving me to desperately thrust against her. "You going to come for me?" she asked smiling up at me, her face wet and skin shining. "Yes" I gasped, "let me come" "He loves to watch himself shoot, and since we were in the shower I pulled him out of my mouth when I first tasted his come and let him spray my little tits and face." She continued as she loosened her grip on my cock enough to let me slide through and start to come. "I jacked him really fast including up over the head where he is so sensitive. He just kept moaning "fuck, fuck, fuck" as his come shot all over me. Like your come is now." She looked down to watch my come flood through her hand and spurt between us. I almost fell over from the force of my orgasm causing Brooke to laugh I moved under the shower head and leaned my back against the wall letting the water hit her full in the face – causing us both to laugh. I leaned there for a minute and watched as she let the spray wash my semen from her hands, breasts and stomach. I loved her body – small breasts completely tanned, almost shaved clean wedge of pubic hair and one of the roundest most perfectly shaped bottoms I had ever seen – set off by a thong tan line. At 25 years old, fresh out of graduate school with an MBA I had hired Brooke as an entry level business analyst in my consulting firm. I had teamed her with Kevin, a 28 year old junior consultant who acted as project manager. Brooke had gotten along with him well and within 2 months they were dating and living together 6 months after that. By all accounts they were a "very cute couple." My feeling was that they were not only a cute couple but two of the brightest people I had ever met. Brooke and I had become lovers about 6 months after she joined the firm – several months after she and Kevin had developed their relationship and a couple of months prior to her decision to move in with Kevin. Brooke was in love with Kevin and in "severe like" with me as she said on the numerous occasions when I asked how she would characterize our relationship. While I found her adorably endearing and incredibly attractive there was more - for both of us. As Brooke put it, we were attracted to each other "because it's wrong – on so many levels." Older man, younger woman, employer, employee, infidelity...... But it was more than inappropriate behavior on our parts that brought us together and kept us linked. It was the need to know and share secrets, have knowledge we should not have and articulate thoughts we should not spreak. One Year Earlier My trip to Seattle had gone well. So well in fact, that I was able to return home a day earlier than I had planned. I was on an evening flight back to LA rather than a noon flight the following day. Landing at 8:30 I decided to stop by the office on my way home for a few minutes to catch up on e-mail. I greeted the security guard at the desk and signed in since it was after hours and took the elevator to the 17th floor where our office suites were located. I unlocked the suite doors and let myself in and walked to my office passing the conference room and entered "cube-land" the area that belonged to the 36 analysts, project managers and consultants that comprised my firm. One cubicle in the middle of the group radiated light onto the ceiling in what was otherwise a darkened office. As I made my way over to say hello and "way-to-go" to whoever was working late I realized that it was Brooke, a relatively new analyst. Hearing that she was on the phone I started to turn away to go into my office rather than interrupt her call. Even before I heard her words it was the tone of her voice that made me pause and stop to listen. Her voice was low and hushed despite her being alone in the office. I stopped and strained to hear the words. "Where would you want to come? Uhm, you like to watch yourself shoot..... so do I. You come so much... you would cover my face. But I would open my mouth and swallow as much as I could. Ohhh, I wish I were there to watch you play with your cock. I love watching you, watching your cock. Is it really red? Is the head wet and slippery..... ummm I like that?" I was frozen listening to her. I knew I should quickly move away but part of me wanted to peek into her cubicle to see if she was masturbating with whoever she was talking to – I assumed it to be Kevin. All I could do was stand still for fear of making a noise and alerting her to my eavesdropping – and continue to listen. "Uhmm, you have to go over the head. You love that – that's what I would be doing to you. I know it's sensitive but that's why you do it. Is your other hand around the base? Oh, I like that. I told Karen that your cock was so big you used both hands around the shaft when you jack off. I did. She said she couldn't believe I was telling her – but she said she'd like to see that. Yes, I've told you, you have the biggest dick of anyone I have ever been with." I was virtually rooted to the floor outside Brooke's cube afraid to move and leave but desperate to stay and listen. "OK, I want you to slow down so you shoot really far. You know what I want – please – do it for me, please, shoot it on your face. I know you can shoot that far, please. Oh fuck that turns me on to think of you coming on your face, getting some of your come in your mouth – watching it shoot that far. You can do it baby, shoot. Oh, yeah, that sounds so good, yeah baby...keep coming......" Finally, the fear of being discovered as an eavesdropper and pervert took hold and I silently made my way away from her cube and to my office. Once inside I closed the door without shutting it to avoid making and noise and took a long breath as I fell into the chair behind my desk. I realized two things almost immediately; that I had been holding my breath the whole time and was winded and that I was hard as a rock. As I was trying to calm my heart rate and focus on what I had come to the office for my cell phone rang. The caller ID told me it was my wife. "Hi" I said as I leaned back in my chair and swiveled to the side to take in the view of LA from the 17th floor. "Hey, where are you?" she asked. I had told her that I was flying in early but had not yet called to tell her I was going to stop at the office on my way home. "I am here at the office – I just wanted to return a few e-mails and grab a file or two. I should be home in 30-40 minutes." We talked for a while about her work day, the kids – one a senior in college and the other a senior in high school – and household issues. When we had caught up on each others days and were just about to say goodbye I said "Guess what. When I came into the office tonight I walked in on one of the analysts having a phone sex conversation." "You're kidding!" my wife blurted out – the smile apparent in her voice. "Who was it?" "Brooke - the new business analyst. I was going to go over and see who was working so late and then I heard what she was saying. I assume she was talking to Kevin – you know they are together." "Yeah, wow, what did she say? Was she masturbating right there in the office?" my wife asked. "I don't know – I didn't look into her cube. She was just kind of urging him on, telling him what she wanted him to do – that kind of stuff." I told her in general terms. "OK, so you'll have to give me the blow by blow tonight?" she asked. I laughed a little surprised that her interest matched my own. "Yeah, I'll tell you word for word what I heard her saying – it was pretty hot. " I rotated back toward my desk as our conversation approached it's end. As I did I glanced up to see Brooke standing in my doorway with her hand covering her mouth and her eyes matching any dear in the headlight look I had ever seen. She looked absolutely stricken. I stared blankly back at Brooke wondering how much of my conversation she had heard. Lowering her hand from her mouth she started to speak but no words formed. Instead she turned abruptly and left my office disappearing into the dark office suite. "Oh, yeah, see you in a bit." I said into the phone to my wife who had said goodbye and was hanging up. I put the cell phone on the desk and started to assess how bad things were. I had to assume Brooke had heard me telling me wife about my overheard conversation – would she be made? Did she have any right to be mad? After all, she was my employee and it was my office. But then again it was after hours and she did not expect me to come into the office. Was she offended – did she think I was some eavesdropping pervert – was I? Was some disciplinary action warranted – should I tell my HR Director? Should I just minimize the whole event so we can move on? All of this was swirling in my mind but I decided the best course of action was the last – to move past it as no big deal. I decided to get the embarrassment over with and went out to discuss the situation with Brooke. As I approached I saw that the lights in her cubicle no longer lit the ceiling. When I got to her cube door I called her name careful not to appear lurking but when I looked in her cube was dark and empty. She had apparently left immediately after hearing me on the phone. I went back to my office and worked for about 45 minutes. I was distracted and kept replaying Brooke's words over in my mind. I tried to focus on replying to some of the more urgent e-mails and reviewing project plans from teams that needed to go to clients the next day. Finally, I decided that I was not going to get Brooke's conversation out of my mind so I started to pack up to head home. As I was getting ready to leave I was surprised to hear my e-mail alert notify me that an e-mail had come in. The message was from Brooke but from a personal e-mail account and not from her company address. I opened it and read the brief message. David, I am so embarrassed and ashamed. I don't know what to do other than apologize. I hope this does not threaten my position. And I am so sorry if I have let you down or offended you. Brooke I re-read her message a couple of times and sat back with some relief. She was not mad and did not appear to feel her privacy had been violated. She had reacted frankly as I had hoped she would which would make the whole thing easier to forget. I responded: Brooke, First, let me apologize for walking into a personal conversation –it was completely unintentional. Secondly, don't be concerned for your position - at all. In my mind this is not a big deal and does not need to be discussed again. Besides, from what I heard you showed a lot of creativity which we value highly here. See you tomorrow – business as usual. David I sent the message and immediately regretted the comment about creativity. But, I wanted to make light of the situation as best I could. I continued to put papers into my briefcase preparing to get home and relax. Again, the e-mail alert sounded - another message from Brooke. I am so relieved I can't tell you! Thank you so much for being understanding. And I always try to be creative! See you tomorrow. Brooke P.S. I heard you say on the phone that you thought it was hot. Is it OK for me to feel flattered? I smiled as I read the message. I had always found Brooke to be very attractive but also very engaging in a joking way – a combination that would make her very successful in a consulting career. I started to reply when another message popped up. Stop me if I cross the line (any line) - you know first hand now that I have boundary issues! Have a good night – don't tell all my secrets. B. After my third reading I sat back not sure what to think much less respond. I wanted to respond but was not sure what to respond to. I was intrigued – by both her boundary reference and her comment about not telling all her secrets – to my wife I assumed. Was I reading too much into her message? Why was I so intrigued? In lieu of knowing what to do I did nothing and went home. To be continued..... My Year With Brooke Pt. 02 Part II After having overheard one of my employees having phone sex with her boyfriend (another of my employees) and having received apologetic and then provocative e-mails from her, I went home to my wife. Later That Night "So did you get turned on?" my wife asked as we lay in bed watching Letterman. "Yeah, kind of" I replied honestly. "Do you think she was playing with herself in her cube? God, what would the poor girl have done if she was and you had walked in?" she asked me as her hand brushed down my stomach and across my somewhat hard cock. "You like thinking about it don't you?" she kidded me taking hold and stroking a bit. "She's so young" I said as though that explained something. My wife lifted her leg up onto my stomach and reached around her back and between her legs to retrieve my cock. She began to rub the head up and down herself and over her clit. I became hard quickly. "You think she was talking to Kevin – he's a cute kid. I bet he got off on that. Tell me again what she said to him." My wife had now straddled me and inserted my cock into her wet pussy and was slowly gyrating her hips keeping me fully inserted but shifting my cock around inside her. She was lying on top of me with her face just under my chin. "Say it all again" she said "She told him that she liked to watch him play with his cock. And she asked him where he would want to come. She said that she liked it on her face but she would take his cock in her mouth when he started to come." My wife was now riding me, her hands on my chest and grinding her pussy on my cock which was in her deeper than I had felt in a long time. "Uhh... God, what else did she tell him?" she asked and started to move faster. Lifting about half way off my cock and slamming back down. "She asked him if his cock was red and slippery." I groaned as my wife continued to fuck me. "She told him to stroke the head of his cock even though he was really sensitive there. She asked him where his other hand was – at the base of his cock or holding his balls." "Uhh, fuck, keep going" my wife groaned as she bounced on my cock. "She said that she liked how big his cock was and liked watching him masturbate with two hands one above the other." "Fuck ......yes......" she groaned "She said she told one of her girlfriends that he jacked off using both hands – that his cock was that big." I was now thrusting up to meet my wife's downward motions. "And she told him that he had the biggest cock of anyone she had ever fucked" I was holding my wife around the waist pushing her down on my cock as she continued to bounce. She pulled her pajama top over her head uncovering her large breasts which now bounced and swayed uncontrolled as she rode my cock. "Oh, fuck me...... I'm going to come." She threw her head back and exhaled sharply and clamped herself down on my cock. "Then she told him that she wanted him to come on his face. That she knew he could shoot that far and wanted him to get some of his come in his mouth........ ahh" I started to come and thrust up into her arching my back as I filled her. After several minutes of trying to catch our breath laying next to each other in silence my wife said "I wonder if we had a better time than they did?" The Next Day I get to work very early – usually by 6:30 – to get a start on the day and spend some uninterrupted time on project management and oversight of our consulting engagements. On my drive in to work I was considering Brooke's e-mails and, of course the overheard conversation. I was admittedly very interested in the situation. Having the knowledge about Brooke's personal life – particularly her sex life - appealed to the voyeur in me. That she knew I had this knowledge appealed to another part of me – a part that I was not clear about. When I logged on I immediately went to Brooke's e-mails and re-read them. Then I addressed an e-mail to her company e-mail and composed a response. Brooke, Please do feel flattered – to be honest, overhearing your call - unintentional as it was - was the highlight of my day. And don't worry about crossing any lines I can take it - but thanks for the warning. David I sent the e-mail before I had a chance to re-think it. The rest of the day was a blur, meetings with staff about projects, a new client and a dinner with a potential client. By the time I got home it was well after 10:00 in the evening and I was beat. I greeted my wife who was on the phone with her sister or a girlfriend and flopped down in my home office and flipped on the TV. Not having been in the office much of the day I moved over to my desk and logged into the company network to check my e-mail (I hate trying to read e-mail on my Blackberry). The usual project plans, approval requests, client challenges - they were all there but so was another e-mail from Brooke – again her home e-mail. I opened it right away. David, Sorry I missed you today - I stopped by a couple of times to thank you for being so understanding about last nigh but you were out being the boss. I also wanted to tell you that I have not mentioned anything to who I was talking to on the phone (yes, it was Kevin) and I hope he does not have to find out. Can it be our secret (and your wife's – I assume that's who you were talking to)? And I am very glad that it was the highlight of your day (and night??). A little boundary pushing here but, I am finding it sort of exciting that you caught me.....after the initial mortification and suicidal thoughts wore off that is! (Probably too much information huh?) OK, as you know I am in Seattle till the end of the week on the WMC project. I will catch up with you when I get back. I'll be checking voice mail and e-mail but feel free to e-mail me at this address about anything – I check it remotely. Have a good week. B. I found that I was smiling as I completed reading Brooke's message. The innuendos, implied invitations and just plain flirtiness were everywhere in her message – and I liked it. She wanted me to keep her secret – understandable. Was she implying that she hoped overhearing her conversation had fueled sexual activity for me at home? If she only knew! And she was telling me that she was excited that I had heard her – and that she was thinking about it. And she was inviting me to e-mail her at home anytime – even though she had a company phone, cell phone and e-mail account that were the more appropriate avenues of contact. "What are you smiling about?" my wife asked as she looked into my office. "Oh nothing, just reading through e-mail." I told her as I logged off and came around the desk to give her a quick kiss and ask her how her day was. Later as my wife prepared for bed I returned to my home office and logged in and read Brooke's e-mail again. I hit REPLY to her personal e-mail and sat looking at the blank screen wondering where I was headed and what I really wanted to do. Brooke, No worries, I won't mention anything to Kevin (that would be an awkward conversation anyway). So it can be our secret – any other secrets you want to share? And yes, your conversation made my night too – a secret for us to keep. As far as you finding it exciting that I caught you..... that's interesting and I understand – tell me what you find exciting about it (am I pushing boundaries now?). I hope your trip is going well. Call me if you need anything. David I hit send and went off to bed wondering what I was doing and just how unwise this would turn out to be. Current Time My commute to the office is only about 30 miles but in LA that can be a 2 hour trip in traffic – 45 minutes early in the morning or late at night. As a result, I stay "in-town" at the hotel across the street on the night before an early meeting or if I have a late dinner meeting and have a quick turnaround the next morning. With the kids in their late teen years and home only to sleep and my wife's business travel it is a convenient and time saving way to manage the day. The nights that I stayed in town were the nights that Brooke frequently visited me. I was working on a proposal for a new client and was so absorbed that I only vaguely became aware of my cell phone ringing. Checking the caller ID and seeing it was Brooke I said "Hi" "Hello, I am on my way up. I brought some work files with me. Will you meet me at the elevator and help me carry stuff?" she asked. "Be right there" I said. I saved the proposal, grabbed the room key card and made my way out into the hallway. I stopped almost immediately as I looked at the open elevator at the end of the corridor. Holding the elevator door open, waiting for me to come out of the room was Brooke. When she saw me she emerged from the elevator and started to walk toward me down the hall wheeling her rolling briefcase behind her. She was wearing a long button up the front dress and heels – but there was not a single button in use and her dress was completely open and flowing behind her. She wore no underwear of any kind – her breasts with their hardening nipples and her tuft of pubic hair were on display. She covered the 60 feet of hallway making her way by dozens of doors that could potentially open at any moment without even a hint of hurry or concern. By the time she reached me we were both smiling broadly. "Glad to see me?" she asked and kissed me quickly on the lips in greeting. "Very glad." I responded scanning her body and pinching her nipple. "Can I come in or should we wait until someone sees me?" she asked in a way that gave me no indication of whether she was serious or joking. I stepped aside and let my hand wander behind her dress to her round ass as she walked past me into the room. I scanned the hall quickly and followed her into the room. Seeing my laptop on the desk she asked "Do you want to finish what you're working on or do you want to take a break?" She slipped off her dress and walked nude over to the slider and looked out into the dusk that was creeping up the hotel floor by floor. "I think I need a break." I replied sitting down on the bed and watching her magnificent bottom. Brooke turned and flopped down on the couch that was across from the foot of the bed. She brought one foot up on the couch and left the other on the floor, opening her legs she reclining and pinched her left nipple with her left hand. "Did you like me walking from the elevator exposed like that or were you worried about someone seeing me?" she asked. As she said this she moved her right hand between her legs and using her index finger slowly opened herself to touch her clitoris. She started to masturbate softly. "I was a little worried – but I got over it. It excited you didn't it?" I said watching her finger tenderly stroke her most sensitive spot. "Yeah." She said, voice now a little deeper and more breathy. "I wouldn't have minded someone coming out their door and seeing me - a guy on a business trip or a couple. I would have just smiled at them and kept walking to you. I wonder if later when they were back in their room they would talk about seeing me and get turned on and fuck - or if the guy would jack off as he thinks about seeing me." She was moving her finger faster now across her clit, her legs were spread wider and her left hand was cupping her entire breast. "I wonder if they would have thought I was a prostitute or something – here to be paid and fucked by you?" she went on masturbating faster and slouching down on the couch so her pussy was more open. Her eyes bore into me as I watched her. "If someone had seen me I would have come in here but propped the door open. They would have come to look in I am sure. Oh fuck." She said to herself as her hand moved faster and faster on her clit. "I would have taken my dress off and knelt in front of you, taken your cock out through your zipper so you are still dressed but I am totally nude. I would have sucked you as they watched – looking at them so they knew we were letting them watch us." I could tell she was close to her climax. I stood up having to adjust my erection in my pants. I walked to the door of the room and looked back at her to see her eyes get big and her hand move even faster. She was now aggressively gripping her breasts. She turned and spread her legs even wider giving me a perfect view of her pussy. I reached for the door handle and swung the door open as I continued to watch her masturbate frantically. As I held the door open she looked from me to the open door and back again. She raised her bottom off the couch rubbing her clit and arched her back. She was completely open to any passerby in the corridor. She climaxed, her eyes wide open looking out the open door. "Oh fuck!" she yelled loud enough for anyone down the corridor to hear and sat down hard closing her eyes and slowly massaging her pussy. As I let the door close she smiled contentedly. "Uhm....., that felt good" she almost purred sinking back into the cushions of the couch and watching me as I walked over to stand in front of her. "I think you liked it too." She said reaching up and running her hand over the erection visible in my pants. "That was incredible – I love watching you masturbate." I told her lifting her hand and inserting her finger in my mouth to taste her. She stood up keeping her finger in my mouth and kissed me, her tongue pushing it's way into my mouth. She pulled her finger out and rubbed it up and down between our lips – the symbolism clear as we kissed with her finger between our dueling tongues. Her other hand kneaded my cock through my pants. A Year Earlier I was in the office at my usual early hour and on a conference call with an east coast client. As I was listening to the meeting I perused my e-mail and saw that I had one from Brooke that she had sent at 1:00am this morning responding to my e-mail from 11:30 the night before. I smiled to myself and opened it immediately trying my best to follow the conversation on the phone as I read. David, I was so glad to see your e-mail. I am up late working and kept checking my e-mail hoping you would have time to get back to me. Thanks for not telling Kevin, he loves our little phone chats but would be horrified to know anyone knew about them – especially the boss. OK, now you have me REALLY excited knowing that I made your day AND your night. So hearing me talk to Kevin excited you? Was your wife the beneficiary or was it a solo effort (I am so brazen...) Anyway, I am pleased to help out in any way I can! You asked me what is it about having you overhear my conversation that excites me? Where to begin......? It probably won't surprise you to know that I have some exhibitionism in me – so having you overhear me was kind of like letting you see down my top (although there's not much to see) or up my skirt. Or similar to the feeling I get from flashing someone. It's a combination of feeling vulnerable and in control at the same time. I like it! But it's also that you were excited by what you heard (if I may be so bold as to presume – you did say what you heard was hot and it made your day and night!) – and for an exhibitionist it's all about the reaction we get. I hope I have not strayed too far out of bounds. But ask me more questions, I like this – I hope you do to. But now I have to go – have to call and have a chat with my boyfriend! B. I hit the reply button only vaguely aware of the conference call that was occurring. Wow, I loved your e-mail. To answer your first question, my wife was indeed the beneficiary and it was also a solo effort later (I too have boundary issues). So, flashing huh? Tell me about that.... And that was how it started. To be continued......... My Year With Brooke Pt. 03 Brooke is a 26 year old business analyst in my consulting firm. Kevin, a consultant in my firm is her boyfriend. Brooke and I began an affair more than a year ago. This is Part III of the on-going story of our affair, as it unfolded and as it continues now. Part III A Year Earlier As usual I arrived at the office before anyone else. After turning on the lights in the high rise office suite and making coffee I settled at my desk and checked e-mail. As had become our habit I had an e-mail from Brooke written late last night in response to an e-mail I had sent her earlier yesterday. These e-mails had become a highlight of my day. Hi David, I like the thought of "inspiring" you with your wife. And a solo effort as well huh.... Glad I could be of help. OK, you asked me to tell you about the last time I flashed ...... First, I can't believe I am telling you this – but I want to tell you – I have to admit that it excites me a lot (intellectual flashing I guess). I realize I am going way out of bounds with what I am going to tell you but..... I think you have the same "tastes" as I do so I am taking a chance – I hope that is OK. OK, I do two kinds of flashing – one is where I "accidentally" let people see me and pretend to be unaware and the other is blatant flashing – where I make someone see me. The first I do by myself the second I usually do with someone (like Kevin). Here are the last times I flashed: When I was in Seattle on business last week I went shopping at a mall and tried on a pair of jeans. At the shop I asked the guy at the counter where I would find my size and while he was looking to see if there were any in stock I noticed that all of the fitting rooms were visible from the counter – probably for security reasons. When I went in to try the jeans on I pulled the curtain of the fitting room only half way across the doorway and slipped out of my pants and while I was pulling up the jeans I saw the guy and a girl in the store both looking at me. I was turned to the side so they couldn't really see much but when I changed back to my pants my back was to them so they got a look at my bottom (I wear thong underwear – in case you were wondering). I bought the jeans by the way. I am nervous about telling you the "other" kind of flashing but here goes – no boundaries. Kevin and I spent a weekend at a resort in Palm Springs about a month ago – the one you told us about in fact. He golfed and I did the spa stuff. Our room was on the second floor and overlooked the first hole of the golf course. One late afternoon Kevin and I were sitting on the balcony having a drink before we went out to eat. We were watching some of the golfers hit their second shots from the fairway in front of our balcony. There were trees growing on either side of the balcony so we were a bit secluded but one golfer's ball was right in front of us. Both Kevin and I were leaning against the railing as he walked up. He noticed us and smiled. Kevin said to be quiet so as not to distract him and then he moved behind me and pulled my top up above my boobs and pulled my shorts down my legs (no bra or underwear). I just stood there silently. Half of me hoping he would not look up and see me and the other half hoping he would. Kevin fixed that by spanking me – the slap got our golfer to look up. Then from behind me Kevin pulled me up straight and cupped my boobs and basically showed them to the guy. The guy took a long look and watched Kevin's hands roam all over me. When a ball from the golfers behind him landed near him he quickly hit his ball and watched us over his shoulder as he walked down the course. I wanted to do it on the balcony right then and there – and let him see that we were doing it - but Kevin insisted we go back into the room for more privacy. It excites Kevin to have people see me but I haven't talked him into exposing himself yet – but I will. So, those are my latest flashing episodes. Are you shocked and appalled? Shocked and excited I hope? Have a great day Boss! One week later...... I had completed a late dinner meeting with a client at the restaurant across the street from my offices and was walking back through the lobby of my building to pack up and go home for the evening. The lobby of the building includes several convenience shops, a dry cleaner and a fitness club. I was lost in my thoughts about the dinner meeting and the issues that needed to be address as I walked past the glass windows of the fitness club. The sound of someone tapping on the glass as I walked startled me from my thoughts. Looking up I saw Brooke smiling and waving from behind the glass. I returned her smile and waved as I walked to the elevators. Many of my employees were members of the club and I knew that both Brooke and her boyfriend Kevin (another of my employees) worked out frequently after work. I took the elevator up and walked past the vacated and dimly lit "cube-land" and walked into my office to grab some files and call it a night. As I was packing up I heard the suite doors open and saw Brooke bound into the office and make her way over to my door. She was wearing a tight fitting pair of black stretch pants and an oversized t-shirt. "Great you're still here. If you're leaving now can you walk me to my car?" she asked. "Sure" I said looking up as I packed my briefcase. "Just give me a minute and I'll be ready." "OK, I'm going to change – I'll be quick - and meet you at the door." She told me and was gone. In spite of our e-mails that included the intimate questions and revealing responses and few boundaries, our face to face interactions were remarkably professional. We were seldom alone together but on the few occasions where we were alone only very oblique references to our communications were made. In no small part this was because I was her employer, I was almost twice her age and married and because her boyfriend also worked for me. I frequently stressed about the things I had told her through e-mail and was convinced that at some point this would all go very wrong. But the e-mails from Brooke were highly sexual, met needs we both had and, in short were addictive. With full briefcase in hand I flipped off the overhead light in my office as I made my way to the door of the office suite. As I approached the front door of the dimly lit lobby area I heard a noise from behind me and turned to see what it was. As my eyes scanned the cubicle area for the source of the noise a movement caught my eye in one of the cubes. Through the cubicle entry I could see Brooke bending over her bag. I had assumed that she was down the hall in the restroom changing and I would meet her outside by the main doors. As I was ready to call out to her that I was ready to go she stood and with her back to me pulled her oversized t-shirt over her head. I stood silently and watched in the dimness as she then pulled her sports bra over her head and put it with the t-shirt into her bag. I though momentarily about turning and calling to her that I would meet her outside but then she slid her tight sweat pants down revealing her bare ass – and I was in awe. The perfect roundness of her bottom was staggering and I could only stare as she stepped out of the pants and was nude. Her toned and tight shoulders and back narrowed to a tiny waist and then flared at her hips and to that wonderful ass. I could only lean my back against the front office doors as I watched Brooke turn slowly around. I took in her small well-shaped breasts and in the dim light looked for and found only the narrowest strip of pubic hair. Brooke looked at me with only what I thought might have been the beginning of a slight smile. "Ready to go?" she asked. Her voice seemed out of place and jarred me back into the moment. Unable to say anything articulate I just stared back at her as she laughed and pulled a shirt over her head. Still nude from the waist down, she turned her back and reached into her bag and pulled out a folded pair of jeans. Shaking them out she again turned to face me and stepped into the pants and pulled them up watching me watch her. "OK, all ready." She said slipping into sandals, lifting her bag and walking toward me. I realized I was smiling like an idiot as I watched her walk toward me and with a great effort I turned to open the door for her. As she walked past me into the hallway she said with a grin "That was flashing type 1, in case you were wondering." Regaining a little composure and some of my verbal skills I said "That's exactly what I was wondering." I said and then added "I like it." as I watched her walk in front of me. "Good, you were supposed to." She said with a smile looking over her shoulder at me. One Month Later Our e-mail correspondence became even more intimate and focused over the weeks since Brooke had flashed me. It had all started when I overheard Brooke having phone sex with Kevin, and it was a conversation that I continually played over and over again in my head. Our e-mails had become specific enough to ask for details. Brooke, I am a little embarrassed to be curious but I keep meaning to ask you something. When I overheard you talking to Kevin that night you mentioned you wanted him to "finish" on his face. Can he, does he? Or is that something you just say to excite him – or to excite you? David, So you're interested in my boyfriend's dick huh? Should I be jealous? (kidding) To answer your questions, I do say it to turn both he and I on, and yes, he can and does "finish" (as you so delicately put it) on his face. Want more information? OK, once when we were having phone sex he said he came and got some on his neck and chin. The thought turned me on a lot (and that's another story) but I assumed he was just exaggerating. I had never actually seen him come (he had always come in me or in my mouth). Anyway, the next time we were together I told him I wanted to watch him come so I got him off with my hand and when he came I pointed the stream toward his face. I remember the first shot went over his head but the next couple hit him right in the face. I think he was sort of embarrassed to have his come on his face but when I told him how much it turned me on he got over it pretty quickly. Now it's something we do every now and then and he actually likes it as much as I do. And to answer your un-asked questions... yes, he has come in his mouth and yes he does swallow his come. Does that turn you on David? I hope so. You're now a very informed employer. Current Time I heard the quiet knock on the door of my hotel room and got up from my laptop where I had been writing a presentation for a client I was meeting in morning. I opened the door and let Brooke in. She leaned into me and kissed me pushing her tongue into my mouth and dueling with my tongue. She pulled away reluctantly. "I brought you a present." She said as she dropped her briefcase and bent over to search wiggling her ass for my benefit. Even encased in business-like black pants her ass was an amazing sight. "Here we go." She said standing up and brandishing a CD. "Bring your laptop over to the bed." She instructed and climbed onto the bed to wait for me. I brought the laptop over and sat next to her on the bed. "You're going to want to get undressed I think." she told me as she inserted the disk and positioned the screen. "What about you?" I asked as I did as instructed. "Later." was all she said as she watched me undress. Once nude I took my place on the bed and leaned back against the pillows. She turned to me and put her hand around my flaccid penis and leaned up to kiss me. "This is something we talk about all the time but I want you to see it." She stroked me a few times, hit the play button on my laptop and settled next to me and started slowly massaging my cock as the image appeared. It was a video of Brooke lying on a bed masturbating with a vibrator. As the video camera zoomed in on her pussy I could see that it was a life-like replica of a very large penis. Brooke was moaning in what I immediately recognized as her orgasm sounds. She continued to plunge the vibrator into her several more times before drawing the vibrator almost all the way out of her and slowly stroking it back in. "That's a big toy." I commented on the length and girth of the vibrator. "Just wait." she said smiling at me and bending forward to lick the head of my almost full erection. The video image abruptly went blank and just as abruptly jumped back on the screen. This time Kevin, Brooke's boyfriend and one of my top performing employees was lying on the bed. He was nude with his erection laying flat on his stomach and his balls bunched between his legs. "There's my boy." Brooke said looking up to see my reaction and again licking the head of my cock as she turned back to watch. Kevin's penis twitched a couple of times. I could here Brooke's voice from behind the camera telling him to "Stroke it baby." Kevin reached down and brought his cock upright. It was then that I got a sense for what Brooke had always said – Kevin was very big. Brooke looked up at me and grinned proudly. "That's why I call him Big Dick." "Rightly so" I said very impressed. Kevin stroked his cock a couple of times with his left hand and then reached down with his right hand and gripped that shaft of his penis above his left hand – like he was hefting a baseball bat. An inch of his shaft and the head were still visible above his two fisted grip. He started masturbating with both hands, half sitting up to grip his monster. "That is so hot." Brooke commented as she continued to stroke my penis which now seemed tiny in comparison. "He looks like a porn star doesn't he?" Brooke asked rhetorically. "Bigger. He is huge" I acknowledged. "Have you measured him?" "Of course I have - on our second date. He's just under nine and a half inches." She leaned forward and engulfed my cock in her mouth suddenly and just as quickly came off and continued stroking me. "Oh fuck" I said under my breath which got a giggle from Brooke. I could hear Brooke on the audio telling Kevin "jack it baby", "your cock looks so big" and "I love how you use both hands" "look at those big balls" and "You like people watching you jack off don't you" to which Kevin replied in a husky voice "Fuck yeah" Kevin had spread his legs and was pummeling his cock with his fists. His balls were bouncing wildly as he half sat up and looked back into the camera. Brooke zoomed in on Kevin's cock, his hands blurring as he urgently masturbated. "Look at that big dick." Brooke said from behind the camera. The image jostled and lost focus and then steadied with Brooke now holding the camera from above Kevin standing on the bed between his legs. As she moved the camera a glimpse of her breast and pubic hair appeared. Brooke gripped my penis firmly forcing a clear drop to bead on the tip. She leaned forward and used her tongue to spread it and her saliva over the head of my cock. Then, almost painfully slowly she slid my cock into her mouth until I could feel the back of her mouth. Her shoulder length brown hair cascaded around her until she tucked it behind her ear. She held me there for a moment and then backed off as slowly. "Keep watching" Brooke instructed as she repeated taking me deep in her mouth and then slowly coming back up just to go down again. On screen Kevin continued his two fisted masturbation but it was clear by the grunts and frantic pumping of his hands that he was not going to last much longer. "Yeah, shoot for me baby" Brooke's voice boomed from behind the camera. "Think about me playing with my pussy while I watch this. Or maybe I'll show it to my girlfriends. C'mon. blow off for me." Kevin grunted several times and then stopped stroking his cock. "Fuck....." Kevin groaned as the first shot of semen arched above and past the camera's frame. Brooke zoomed out and panned down to capture spurt after spurt striping her breasts, stomach and thighs as she stood above Kevin's erupting penis. "Your face baby" Brooke yelled from behind the camera as she tried to capture each blast from Kevin who's supply of semen seemed endless. Kevin pointed his cock toward his chest and the next several spurts crossed his face and neck and chest. As I watched Kevin continue to come, Brooke was sucking my cock with greater speed and my own orgasm was nearly on me. Sensing that I was close she started to moan sending vibrations through my cock. On screen Brooke's hand appeared from behind the camera and gripped Kevin's cock and stroked slowly up over his head causing him to jerk in response and flop back on the bed exhausted. Brooke's disembodied voice again laughed. My own climax took me by surprise. The minute the image on the screen went black I arched my back and threw my head back into the pillow and started to come in Brooke's mouth. As I continued to come I looked down and watched her suck and swallow me. When I had finished she stroked my shaft and circled the head with her tongue watching me watch her. "That was amazing" I said as I recovered. "Not a bad blow job either huh." She smiled as she let go of my now limp cock and moved the laptop. "So you liked it? She asked, lying on her side next to me. "Was I exaggerating about the size of his cock?" "Not at all, he's got a monster. I really liked it." I told her honestly. "Do you want to see any other videos we make?" She asked "Of course I do – silly girl. How about you sucking him off but where I can see him come in your mouth and riding his cock from behind." I requested. "That can be arranged. Kevin's into the new video camera big time so I should have no problem." She smiled up at me "You are a dirty man – you pervert. I am so lucky to have found you." She rested her head on my chest and was silent for a minute. "So Kevin's cock turns you on?" she asked without looking up. "It's weird but yes, it does." I confided "Cool." She said simply and smiled in satisfaction. To be continued..........