0 comments/ 3548 views/ 1 favorites Variation on a Theme By: StonedAsia When I was in the last year of upper sixth I was obsessed with my maths teacher, Katherine Greene. She stuck out from a crowded bookshelf of worn out doctors and department heads that gathered dust in the staff room, dunking their Rich Teas and moaning about their subsidence and grandchildren. Katherine was in her forties, but she had the figure of a thirty year-old. Her perfect blonde hair would collect on the edge of her shoulder when she panned the classroom looking for hands. She used to prop her whiteboard marker against her cheek or the corner of her lips, like she was about to eat it when she stood at the front, listening to one of us go on about quadratic equations. I found everything she did exciting. I was head of St. John's at that time and I spent a lot of time organising stuff with the teachers for the rest of my House. I was somehow always meeting up with her, organising events and sports days and stuff. She related to me like we were the same age, joked with me, was friendly, forward even. I projected this air of maturity, determined to appear more sensible than my friends. I was an over-achiever and carried myself like one. Why not? I'd have to do it in the real world soon enough. The thing was Katherine flirted with me. When I was younger my mum had told me that when a girl likes you, you can tell, but I knew it was a lot harder than people thought. Girls touched their hair, played with bottles -- what was that meant to be? Katherine made it obvious. She'd lay down innuendo in conversation around loads of us, subtle stuff the girls wouldn't get. She'd touch me on the shoulder, stand really close. I kept noticing her feet pointed toward me when we talked. I read that meant a woman was interested, even if she didn't know it. But I bet Katherine knew it. She knew what she was doing breathing down my neck, shifting her hips at me, wetting her lips when I ran to her from the pitch. "Hey you." She said. "Have you got a plan for the scenery yet?" "Not yet." "Do you want to come by the maths staff-room later and we'll have a crack at it?" I nodded. "I know everyone's looking at you to perform, but I think if you take a relaxed approach it's much easier. Try it my way and we'll see what comes up." What did she mean by 'relaxed approach'? "She wants to see you after school, doesn't she?" Alex asked. "She said 'everyone was looking at me to perform'." "Man -- you're in! She wants you!" "I don't know." But I did know. I knew as I returned to the pavilion. I knew it when I decided to take a shower instead of just changing back into uniform like usual. God, what was going on? I was in school for Christ's sakes. I mean, was she still with her husband? What would it feel like? Would she want to start a relationship? What would happen if we were found out? There were laws against this! I swallowed and stepped into the maths department, the place vacant, the lights still on. More than ever the corridors sounded with the silence of the kids that weren't there. I was nervous but too horny to think straight. I navigated my way to the staffroom, knocked on the door. Nobody came. I turned the handle. It was empty. I tried her classroom. No-one; except, as I turned to leave, I heard footsteps behind me, coming from the dark of the cloakroom. I turned. Becky appeared, from the year below. "What're you doing?" She said. "Nothing. I was just looking for your mum." "She's tied up at the moment. It's just me." I nodded. All this worry -- It was so ridiculous, improbable. "What did you want her for?" She asked. "We were going to go over some things." "What things?" "Just stuff." I should've run when I saw the staffroom was empty; at least jerked off in there to stop my mind from working. "So you've been put in charge of our play this year. Rattigan? How is it?" "All right. I get blisters from handling the wood." She smirked. "What kind of wood?" "Um, it's some kind of MDF or MDF substitute..." "You're a hard worker, aren't you? A lot of people look up to you, being head of a house." She sounded like she was flirting with me -- badly. And what was I doing? "There're also a lot of people who think you're a prick." She said. She looked out across the desks. I stared at my watch, then at the markers on the desk. I had been indulging myself in a stupid fantasy that had no basis in reality. So what if Mrs. Greene flirted with me, it wasn't uncommon. I'd seen The Graduate. Was it the fact I'd been raised by a single mother that I wanted her? Whatever it was I was still standing in the middle of an empty classroom with my dick in my hand. I must have looked gormless because Becky took a breath and stopped me before I could take my leave. "What're you really doing here?" She asked. "I told you --" "You told me shit. I know why you're here." I stared at her. She turned sour. "You were here for her. What did you think was going to happen, you were going to turn up in that dank room and fumble around in the dark with your little rubber and put your hands on my mum and fuck her?" "The hell are you talking about?" "I'm not blind! Everyone knows about you two! Alex has spread it round the school like chicken-pox, how dare you?" I snorted and shrugged and went through the motions of someone trying to answer. "I was going to ask for help on the stage design!" "Where's all your paper?" "Katherine's got them. I mean, your mum has them. Look, whatever you heard from Alex, it's garbage." "Katherine." She said. "That's disgusting. Did you give her a pet name too?" "Fuck off, Becky." "Why don't you!" She shouted. I was taken aback. Her face was red. Her hair settled into a blonde mess, resting on her shoulder. Her mum looked like that when she had to tell someone off. It really got to her. But this was getting to Becky and I hadn't thought about what it would do to someone in her position. But I wasn't about to let her broadcast it to the school. "How can I make you shut up about this?" "Are you admitting that came here," she stammered "to f-fuck about with her?" "I'm not saying anything! I need you to calm down and not talk to anyone; I'd be investigated, suspended, expelled!" "That's right! Your fucked up future is in my hands you prick!" She looked unchained. The way I thought her mum would look in the middle of it. Ah, god, I felt dizzy with the implications of all this. I tried focussing on something; the bitemarks on the end of Katherine's whiteboard markers, my damp palms, the last rucksack on the hook in the cloakroom. Becky caught my eyes and looked behind her. She was much younger than her mother; my age. She had the same face, but Becky's was brighter. She didn't know what it was like to be her mum. "You bastard," she growled, "you're thinking about it now, aren't you? What are you doing to her?" I backed against the wall. "You're touching her? You're... taking her clothes off? What are you doing, you sick... are you fingering her? Did you even kiss her?" The door handle was right there but Becky was getting in the way of it. I was in a daze. I was getting hard, even with her growling at me. Because she was growling at me. Just like her mum. "You're insane!" I said. She grabbed my shirt in two big handfuls, pulling it from the waistband of my trousers. She pulled hard enough for the tension in my belt to pop a button. "You think because everyone can't get enough of you, you have the right to fuck anyone? My mother?" I felt the air go out of my lungs as she slammed me against the whiteboard. My head swam. Her cheeks flushed. Threads of blonde hair trailed across her forehead and down past her nose. She had the same perfect, pouting mouth. I could see her pink tongue. "This is how you'd do it? Huh?" She just about bit me on the lips and I jerked my head back, knocking my skull against the frame of the whiteboard, and she went up on tiptoes and pressed her face into mine, kissing me. Her hand grabbed the back of my head and I felt the pressure of it there on the swelling. I was completely lost. She scoured my chest with her free hand, going around the back to tear away my shirt and then running her nails over my nipples. It was difficult to breathe. I was overwhelmed. "You sick fuck," she muttered, handling me like she was twice her strength, pulling me into her and then shoving me back. I put my hands on her shoulders, her working at my belt. I didn't know what was happening, whether she was going to blow me or cut my dick off. She made a sound and slapped them away then threw herself into me to kiss. Her mouth was soft; I could see more of her body as she twisted and moved against me. Her open hand rubbed over my erection; it pulsed against my trousers. She wrenched me onto her, pulling me over to the desk -- her mum's desk -- and I scattered the markers over the floor as I stood, her laying back for me. In a daze I split open her shirt like it was the skin on a fruit and pawed at her breast through her bra, watching her face change as she felt it pass through her. Her shoe hit the whiteboard and her legs rose up around my bum, drawing me in. I scrambled at my fly and let out my erection as she hiked her skirt up around her hips. "You fuck! Ah, you sick bastard!" She moaned, and with my fingers resting in the dip between her thigh and crotch I rubbed my thumb over the lips I could feel through her panties. I freed the condom from my trouser pocket and put it on and as she stared up at me with her neck raised, watching, I grabbed her waist and pushed into her. She held very still at first and then curled her head round and the muscles in her stomach fluttered. I closed my eyes and started. I felt the tug at my bum each time I dug into her and I saw her not knowing what to do with her hands. She exhaled through her nose and mouth at the same time and I leaned back and tickled her at the apex of her thighs, running my thumb in circles round her clit. She swore at me and twisted her body and banged her head and I felt a glow rush through me as I thought she had come. I clamped my hand over her mouth to stop the noise and in the stillness I heard the slamming of a door further down the corridor. I froze. Becky pulled at me with her feet like she wanted to carry on but I pointed to the unlocked door of our room. It had to be Katherine. Becky's mum. I pulled out and tugged her, trailing our clothes into the recess of the cloakroom. We stood motionless while the door opened and someone sat down. All the markers were on the floor. The room reeked of sex. I wondered dimly whether she would be able to tell it had been Becky in here. My head was vibrating with nervous energy and Becky took advantage of it and tugged on my cock. She put a finger to her lips in the dark. The rustling of papers and pens sounded from outside. Becky held onto the coat hooks and pulled herself up, the strain showing in her neck. I stared at her breasts, hidden behind the black softness of her bra, as she sank down on me and pressed into my chest. She made a sound as she let go of one of the hooks and, rubbing against me awkwardly, put her hand underneath us and stroked my sack. If she wasn't going to give us away with her grunting, I knew I would when I came. I almost didn't want to, but I looked at her, into the eyes that reminded me of someone else but were different and I felt the flesh of her tummy under my fingers and the way she moved with me, held against the wall by my cock and for the first moment I felt tenderness between us but then that went, pushed to the back of my mind as she rubbed my balls, kissed and stared at me with a look of amazement, and I pulsed and shook and clutched her tight and came into her, rasping, and she tried to stifle it with her mouth. She dropped to her feet, about a foot smaller than I was and when I could hear again a voice from the classroom was asking all of a sudden: "Who's there?" And Becky looked up at me. Variation On A Theme Of Human Attraction Variation on a theme of human attraction. The AGM at Microweb's Chicago office had just finished. By a bit of good planning and, even although I say it myself, ingenuity - I managed to sustain an interview with the chief sales guy TO introduce my new Android App.. . I was directed into a large fussy waiting room which adjoined the executive conference room so after the meeting was closed and the delegates piled out, I decided to take a gander inside My being of a very inquisitive disposition having been brought up with the notion that if you don't enquire and push yourself you will end up as a bum and not a successful top of the notch person. That is how it is in Chicago and much of the United States for that matter, you either failed and were called a bum or you made it big time, There seemed to be no place for the in-betweens, which I was right now, so I needed to get a sale for the new App to climb the power ladder. Looking around the large and very splendid conference room I dreamed of the day I could make it and be like the top brass of Microweb. I hear a shuffling, I couldn't see anyone but it was coming from the top chair. I could tell that because it was the most decorated chair with a velvet back cover and the like. But that is where the scuffling was coming from so I moved to take a closer look. There to my surprise was a very scrumptious girl in a tight fitting black pencil dress crouched on her knees - apparently sniffing the director's chair. Crouched as she was with her knees placed well apart, her skirt riding above her knees I should have loved at that moment being a little creature that could spy up her skirt. That is the way I am - any girl looking so great pulled my devoted attention like a pin to a magnet, but exactly what she was up to seemed just a little freaky. At the time. She was so indulged with what she was doing that she couldn't have known I was there, looking down at her with some astonishment. I coughed to announce my presence and watched her jump up like a firecracker looking very flushed and embarrassed. I ventured to ask why was she sniffing the seat of the chair so robustly. She looked decidedly awkward and kept her silence, except to eventually ask who the devil was I. When I explained she told me I had no rights to go sniffing around the building like I owned it. "Seems to me you are the one doing the sniffing" I declared. She looked at me hesitantly, her blonde hair and blue eyes took me in right away, she had culture and feminine magnificence in my book and a figure to fight a war for. She slumped on the chair, her skirt riding up to reveal gorgeous thighs and showing those shapely pair of knees again. "I don't know why I should tell you this but I am head over heels in love with our director." "But your director is female from all accounts" I queried naively. I realised what I had just said and the way she looked at me said it all. She was a lesbian and there was me thinking what a waste, she would do me nicely after office hours. Or a quickie under the table would not go amiss! I felt sorry for her though. What a state to get into, that the only pleasure she could get of the one she loved was to farcify herself in such a degrading way. Or was I being prudish?, flashing through my mind was when I went through a sniffing stage myself after my brother's girl friend had it away with him on the couch. I'd heard them at it from my room upstairs and immediately they left for Jack to drive her home, there I was, face into the cushion where she had sat having a rollicking time. Then it occurred to me, had I disturbed something - was this girl, who apparently was the director's secretary, about to relieve herself too, like I did. Or is it enough for women just to get their kicks just sniffing? But whether it was because she liked me, or she just that wanted to be sure I would not let the cat out of the bag, we agreed that if she kept quiet about my being where I shouldn't be - then I would keep her little secret to myself too. "Have you ever thought about trying to initiate an intimate relationship with the boss?" I asked "Janice Johnson, that's her name she said "and you may call me Pauline" and then she told me that the Director was not of her leaning, she was married to Sir Humphrey Johnson, "that is her picture up there, hanging on the wall" she said pointing up to it. "Wow!" I returned.. "She looks a bit of alright, I wish I could be Sir Humphrey for a night!" "You would have no chance in hell" "By the way my name is Scott" I added ;feeling that we were getting along fine now the initial embarrassment was over. "Thanks for understanding, Scott, I appreciate that." I told her, by way of consoling her, about my sniffing episode - that is does have its benefits, There is something there of the person you adore. She seemed to chill and look more comfortable then and she divulged that she always went to bed with a pair of Janice's panties under her pillow. Then she confessed that she was also wearing a pair Janice put in the laundry yesterday. "That is one of the perks of being her secretary, I work in close proximity with her and that makes me feel rather special and, in a way part of her." "Wish I could take a sniff" I gleaned, feeling a little lusty at that point. She laughed. "I told you Scott, I am not that way inclined and even if I was I wouldn't be your sort." "I would holy disagree, a girl like you gives a guy like me a very pleasurable viewing." I was bold and decided to ask her outright was she about to do something when I saw her sniffing. "I prefer to wait until I know I wont be disturbed, in my bedroom at night, that is divine, she smells so divine and I do get myself worked up into a frenzy." That is something unique I have discovered about women, They can wait, if they are not too worked up, to sexually relieve themselves, whereas a guy has to do it at the first available opportunity. "Poor you" I said. "You need something to down your craving from what I saw. You were so resolute in what you were doing you didn't know I was there. Can I do a little something? She raised herself from the director's chair and straightened her skirt looking very tempting and delicious. I like you, you remind me of Colin Firth with that very sexy ambiance, no slur on you but I am what I am. "Are you sure?" I asked, genuinely feeling empathy for her. "I should get on" she replied avoiding my question, "I have the minutes to type out." I touched her on the cheek and for a moment she responded by rubbing it along my touch. "I shall tell Gosling you are here, I shall say you are in the waiting room. "He is the sales executive right?" "Yes." "I would really like to see Janice, I have a brilliant App to show her." "I bet you have" Pauline said with a grin. "Perhaps I ought to show you first?" "I have to go, Scott. I really must - and anyway you know why I can't." "It may help, we all have a number of male or female hormones in us. You could be bisexual." "But I have never fancied a man that way." "That is because you are so besotted with Janice and her knickers." She halted in her pursuit for the door and their was a glimmer of hope there. "Let me have sniff too" I persisted and I saw her expression change and her cheeks flush. " you know you would like it, you have the most wonderful tone of voice which says you would like to give it a try?" Still with her hand grasping the door handle she hesitated a while, seemed to be thinking about it, then twisted around letting go of the door handle. "Better lock the door then" she said and the swell in my pants told me I was on a promise. But she was a Lessy. I have never ever had a lessy before. But this Pauline had the hots for and no mistake. She placed herself neatly upon the edge of the conference table and parted those beautiful thighs for my pleasure. Just enough to show me a promise. She looked perfect for a rendezvous in those coffee coloured hold -up stockings which did everything for this very cultured woman "Better make it quick" she breathed " I will be missed otherwise." "A quick sniff H-huh?" I suggested "Just think, you will inhale the best of both worlds with my wearing the boss's panties." she said earnestly. I knelt and indulged lavishly. Grasping her knees and pulling them apart enough for me to get well in-between beneath her skirt. She was very moist and tight and extremely lucid and tasty and so ready for a quickie. My masculinity was locked between my thighs as I enjoyed the sniffing but now, spreading my knees apart to suckle her quinny , it popped out underneath my pants with real fervour, throbbing for her fuck. She resisted, saying it looked very nice, that she would love to but had to go. But she could only see the bulge, what if you saw it in the flesh? "It would solve your problem and it wont take a minute" I pleaded. "My lust tells me I want to, but I am all confused. I am thinking why a guy, that is just not right." "Just relax and be whatever you want to be" I said aching for her. I knew I had her. She pressed her hands tightly around my neck and gave me the most satisfying French kiss as I easily entered her and we were away. I adore quickies sometimes. It gives one that sense of urgency that is far better in than out and she was an absolutely lovely sweet gratifying fuck.. "There you are" I said as she scampered to the door, adjusting her underwear. "You are definitely Bi!" "I need to go to the bathroom" she said with a tone of urgency. Then she was gone, only her scent remained and the lovely feeling of gratification afterwards. She was just so very ready for it, so wet and so passionate. It would have been a crime not to let her feelings escape and ease the fervent need for fucking. I returned to the waiting room and felt a surge of sensual satisfaction in my groins that all was well with the world and I would get my interview with Janice. But I just had to sniff the Directors chair first just to remind me that yes it was true, I'd had a double helping of prime quinny nectar! And a little taster of Pauline's too. To be frank I have never successfully fucked a woman at so short notice and with so much zest. A double whammy too because I have also never fucked a lesbian. Although I believe she does have bisexual tendencies, going by the way she enjoyed our rendezvous. But to be fair and not to give myself too much credit for that, she was truly spirited and hot for it - so perhaps Janice's particular kind of scent was responsible for that, so it is a big thank you to Janice for a wonderful afternoon and that unexpected shag in the conference room. I hoped I would be as lucky with Janice herself in at least gaining an interview with her rather than Gosling. I needed to get right to the top to announce my wonder of an App which would make all other Apps almost redundant. Of course I wasn't thinking sex-wise then, it was more business and yet, now that I had her in my nostrils the idea seemed very feasible. One thing at a time though. From what knew Janice Johnson was a very formidable women with a tough reputation so I was well and ready for a confrontation, confident that I would get it. Whilst waiting to see Gosling and getting somewhat annoyed about the lengthy stay I saw Pauline appear carrying a ledger and looking much happier than she was earlier, before we you know what!. She asked if I had been told the time Gosling would see me and I said yes; a half hour ago and anyway I needed to see her boss, and could she do that for me. "You do try don't you? I will give you that "she smiled beautifully . "I will give you anything you want!" I quipped and she blushed again telling me to shush Then she said she would do her best and walked away through another door looking very delightful in that figure hugging tight dress and giving me the inherent feeling that I would like some more of what we had earlier, but in different circumstances and a little more prolonged, in fact much more prolonged so I could show her what a bisexual attachment was really like. I felt sure she was walking just a little bandy. Did I do that for her or was that her usual walk. Or was I just being boastful. In my carnal mind I was thinking just what I could do with her given more time. It was all so very nice and she responded like clockwork. I rolled my tongue in my mouth just to see if I could still taste her and yet, the honey sweet ambiance was still present. I'd leave off having a drink for as long as I could. Pauline must have had some push because next thing I knew, she appeared again saying that her boss would see me now, so to strike while the iron is hot.. "I always do but it is not only the iron I like hot!" "Shush, you will get me into trouble Scott, you must behave." She called me Scott, I felt I was well in. Bi-sexual or not, Now I had gotten and interview with her delectable boss. Seeing Pauline again like that though made my libido recur and I hoped to have the opportunity to couple with this delightful; example of woman hood again, she was a typically English blonde with a Mary Poppins accent which itself was very alluring to say the least. And the creases in her tight black skirt were so compelling, I had a thing for creases in skirts too, on the proviso that the wearer was slim and sexy. I had a real thing about English women too although I wont deny I have had one or two successful flings with New England girls when I lived there in my youth.. Pauline headed the way prompting me to follow, and I wanted to sniff her again. She had that affect on me. Her kink was infectious! I guess it had something about the chemical attraction associated with it. I have read that chemical attraction, although we may not realise, is often responsible for bringing two people together emotionally and particularly physically. It certainly had with Pauline. When I saw her boss sat diligently behind her flush desk which in every way announced she was the big boss I almost felt like bowing. But I was really being disgraceful, giving Pauline a hidden wink as she turned to go, I was thinking if only Janice Johnson knew I had been sniffing her undies, when worn by her secretary too But down to business and the big App. I gave her the gist of how it would change the world of internet sales. Because of how the day so far had been so successful, the dynamics were there and I really believe Janice Johnson was a cert for my App. And me thinking she was going to be a hard nut to crack.. It was a good Karma day. I had not had so many of those just lately and truthfully, it was getting to me. But right from the time of the big sniff (I shall call it that) everything seemed to change gear and I was on a roll. Janice smiled gorgeously, a very mature woman in her mid forties I reckoned but never the less, extremely cultured with well styled brunette hair and brown eyes. She was Extremely attractive and, low and behold she was English too and married to a 'Sir' I guess that meant in English terms she was a 'Lady' She was certainly that. She wanted me to show her the low -down on my Tablet so I readily joined her on a chair next to her so I could efficiently show her. She was a complete convert, no doubt of that and straightaway she said her company would buy the Patent no matter what cost was involved. Knowing she was a very alert woman who could tell a cheat by the way he or she breathed almost, I was well researched when it came to selling my App's. I went for the straight and honest approach and stuck to the figure had been advised given a fair attribution of a reasonable profit on my part. I stuck vehemently to that particular sales pitch and it was as if somehow she knew that, because straight away she offered another ten thousand dollars for myself and I just couldn't believe my luck. "I like your style Scott. It has been a pleasure to do business with you. You shall, have to come to Dinner. Let me know where you are and I will arrange for my chauffer to pick you up tonight." I was in there. In no way did she appear to be flirting with me and yet I felt a certain eminence between us. I just couldn't put it into words but there was something. Or was I simply playing on my success too much? I decided to go for the latter and gladly accepted her invitation. But getting up from my chair and making to leave she asked me to have a drink on our business deal and then came the biggest surprise of the day. "Did you enjoy fucking my secretary?" I was flabbergasted. How on earth could she know. Did Janice tell her? Surely not. "Don't look so shocked. I am not going to cancel my order, but you ought to know that these days we have security cameras everywhere, and sometimes we need to refer to recording of certain decisions that remade during conference time." "I eventually found some words and apologised and hoped it would not mean bad tidings for her secretary." "I like your choice of words Scott. I depend wholly on Pauline who is very loyal and always there for me." I wondered at that point if she had any idea of her secretary's intimate leaning toward her. I think she did, At least by whet she said afterwards confirmed she knew she was a lesbian. "If I am not mistaken it is her very first time with a male. You are indeed honoured." The sales was confirmed, I felt I had nothing to lose. . I needed to know more; "Did you notice anything else Mrs Johnson?" "I think it is apt for you to call me my first name since we are sharing intimacies. The answer to your question is absolutely yes. I have know for a long time and I am pleasured by her feelings about me. It gives me a certain thrill to know that when I have left the conference table seat so warm and well worked, because I do an awful lot of moving during conference, that it gives dear Janice so much pleasure. I like that. But I know I can't giver her more because I am very straight. I like men too much. One could say I am a connoisseur of the male form. That is what 'Sir' says and he should know." "Sir being your husband I presume?" "Yes, we have a very happy marriage - has a very active love lust for younger women, as much as I do for younger men, so it world well for us. "But why I am really taken by you, you have managed to seduce my secretary who has sworn she would never ever go with a man. You must have some sort of magic influence, or something I don't know about. Perhaps something I should know about?" Now she was definitely flirting. What was happening to me? I left home thinking it was just another day, of course hoping I would make the big sale, but now, with my mind being wonderfully distracted it was like something magically special. "I am happy that you have given her something to ease what surely must be a frustration, She seems besotted by me and quite frankly, I feel awful I cannot ease her frustration. I see her sniffing that chair ardently and feel very sorry for her, but you seem to have come up with a possible solution to offset all that, to convince her that she can still have relations with men too, at least men like you. And I don't blame her at all for that." I was really taken back by how Janice dealt with what must have been for her, a very delicate subject and I felt myself instantly warming to her obvious concern and consideration of her prime worker. "It has always been of interest to me just how humans have so many variations on a theme. Although sniffing as such is not one of my things I can appreciate those who do find solace and interaction in sensing a person they may be attracted to. When you come to think of it animals do the scenting thing all the time so, although I was rather shocked when I first saw what Pauline was doing I seriously thought about it, had a word with my husband who put me wise, so - yes, I accept it as a sort of love token in a way." Variation On A Theme Of Human Attraction "Have you ever talked about it to Janice?" I asked. "Well no, I value her work and would not in any way wish to intimidate her - I have considered it best just to let it ride and hope somehow things will work pout for her, either in her finding a regular female partner or other. But now I am thinking that maybe her obsession for me, because surely that is what it is, could be called given the right presence - she needs to know that I am not the be all and end all in her life." I found myself warming to Pauline. She was a nice intelligent person for a hard line businesswoman and I guess I had, through my brief association with her secretary, brought out her softer side. She went on to tell me that she and her 'other half' are very broad minded and he would not mind one iota if you and I could complete a wonderful evening enjoying the warmth of each other. Because frankly to me Scott you have done me a great deed in showing Janice that she is not stuck with the lesbian thing, that she can quite well enjoy a bi-sexual relationship too. "I want to show you just how much I appreciate that and perhaps a couple of drinks and some soft music may help you to relax a little with me. "I wont be at all perturbed or hurt if you refuse but it is just that you know." What a perfect day this had turned out to be. Of course I fancied Pauline. She was about, in my reckoning ,ten years my senior but was so very attractive I could not believe my luck. "You could well say you have already sampled some of me" she whispered with a lovely smile and then I knew what she was about, that she had no doubt too seen me sniffing her chair. But I didn't feel at all embarrassed." "Don't worry dear Scott - I take it as a great compliment and would simply love you to do some more of that.. Maybe you would like that. Just nod yes or no and that will be fine whatever you choose." There she was, dressed in a blue silk flowing dress which looked a million dollars and it really looked like she would be mine. I must have done something special to deserve all what was going on. After a couple of more drinks she asked me to stay for the night in her City residence. She said it would be very private. Her home was in the country where she spent weekends with her husband. I was hers for the taking. She was sweet, sexy and very easy on the eye and I had a libido like never before and she was quick to notice. But there was so much more to Pauline than met the eye. After another drink I was well and truly chilled and I she said it was time for 'beddy bize' as she laughingly put it. "But don't think you are going to sleep just yet because I have a penance for you to bear, Or should I say for you to 'bare!' - you were particularly out of order today. Sniffing me without my knowledge, that resembles copyright in my view and I shall need to teach you a lesson." Perhaps I had misjudged her in thinking she was a softy away from work. I don't know what she had in mind but no doubt I was soon about to find out when she returned from the bathroom. Her bedroom was as I would have expected, very sensually decorated and very feminine in design and taste. The bed was Victorian looking though with a large rustic barred headboard. Beside the bed was a French style lovers sofa which I immediately took too and spread myself across the length really looking forward to a night with this beautiful woman. When she appeared having just come from the bathroom I gasped for breath. Pauline looked absolutely stunning in a silken see-through overdress and I felt privileged that she had apparently gone to such measures to please me. In my mind she was a peach waiting to be plucked, looking divine and so, so very sexy in the full gear, suspenders, black stockings and just the hint through that overdress, of succulent rose red panties. It wasn't just the way she was dressed either, it was the way she walked, everything - her whole charisma which announced; 'come, take me, all of me, take an around the world tour with plenty of stops at interesting places' she was a dream and she was mine, for the night. I could feel a real good development down under and made no secret about it, Resolute in that is what she wanted and the way she was revealing herself I had plenty of that in the offing. But she smiled saying, 'down boy' you have a penance to meet. I cannot have my lovers sniffing around willy-nilly and fucking my secretary into the bargain. My backbone stiffened and my eminence deflated, I thought she was happy about what had happened that day, she told me so. It was as if she could see the query in my mind because she held two fingers against her lips and directed me to lay on the bed, she opened a bedside drawer and revealed a host of 'sex toys' and of course, I felt like a real ninny, this was all about role play. "If you want me you will have to suffer the penance dear Scott and my services do not come cheap." I watched her bring out handcuffs and ankle ties which she used to attach me to the bed rails top and bottom and felt the occasional so warm gentle kiss as she tied me with great decorum, she'd already stripped me down to my boxer shorts, teased me in that area although not directly, running her finger tips splendidly across my chest and thighs creating another rise amidships. I anticipated that the gently teasing and spoiling would lead to something more but no, I reckoned I was in for the big tease alright and as I laid there, stretched out and legs apart fully secured. "Now Scott Carr I have a bone to pick with you" She looked down and I was thinking 'great, here we go!' "Not that" she chuckled. "Although you may think of it as a bone, I mean that you had the sheer audacity to fuck my secretary without fucking me first, and that action demands severity let alone all that sniffing episode, that really was taking advantage in the highest degree and I intend to ensure that you will never do that again without my due command." She lifted a horse whip from her drawer of tricks, moving so to stroke its pangs along my torso. I felt the tease send me into a frenzy as she worked it down to my thighs and legs and then up again, rounding it over my mid wicket but just a touch and then up again, around my neck and across my forehead. "I think you deserve three lashes for you utter nerve." Pauline eased my sideways so as to present my butt for her perusal and again, the slow stroking. Then I felt a slight scratching and looking down saw she was running her finger nails across each mound. It felt so good but it was to be the calm before the storm. I heard a swish then a resounding slap as the pain rocketed up my spine. Then the warmth of her hand rubbing me there after the moment of impact. Then another and a third. I gritted my teeth and took the punishment which,, seemed in order, perhaps because of the thought that it would lead to other exciting and thrilling things. "Now let that be a lesson to you Scott" she said firmly. She kissed me again, With much more passion this time, a very hot wet French kiss like she was about to devour me, I was hoping she was into oral sex at that moment thinking, that if she can kiss me that way what would it be like feeling her do a blow job on me. Then she shed that gorgeous over dress and there she was, all ready for the finale I thought, now she would get down to the real thing, I didn't mind if she wanted it with me still tied. That would be different, never done that before. I was so hot for it now, all I wanted is t really fuck her quinny and everything. At that moment I would do absolutely anything at her command. "Not yet boy!" she announced like she again was reading my mind, or was it the way my cock was jerking. "You have some more penance owing me first." she cried and I was thinking what now? To be continued...