3 comments/ 132680 views/ 5 favorites TWA By: Jasmynn_Brown The flight delay in London made for a late arrival in Cairo. Late as it was though, Carol was feeling hungry so stopped by the hotel bar to get a chef salad. Twila joined her a few minutes later. She was in her mid fifties, still slim and trim, something you want to be when you are a flight attendant. "What a day" Twila said as she sat down across from Carol. Not scheduled to work until late afternoon, Twila nursed a glass of wine as she surveyed the room. "Where are all the men?" she wondered out loud. "It is 1 AM," Carol replied, "They must all be in bed by now." "I should be in bed," Twila responded as she took another sip, "naked and in bed with one of them!" As she slowly ate her salad, Carol looked at Twila. It was happening again, as it had so many times before; people confiding in her without much if any prompting from her. This had bothered Carol at first, hearing the intimate details of other people's lives, but she was use to it now and had even made it a hobby to journal some of those stories. "I was twenty-two when I first became a stewardess," Twila said. "Most of the pilots were war veterans, having flown the big bombers during the war. They commanded respect with their demeanor and deep voices. What a rowdy bunch they could be at the end of a work day. I would join them as this band of brothers would enjoy each other's company, swapping war stories and gossiping about mutual friends. 'Warren Skikes, you knew Warren too? He was a hell of a pilot and a heck of a nice guy.'" "What year was that," Carol asked, as she thought this might be one of those stories. "1952, 33 years ago," Twila said, "and now they want to retire me." She rummaged through her purse and retrieved a photo. "This is Captain Stalnicker, we flew together for over 15 years. This was taken just before he retired. He was the first one to 'pilot my plane' and 'take me through the sound barrier.' What a lover he was! He was brawny and bold, who knew what he wanted and gave a woman what she needed. He would come over after an evening with the guys and ask if I would like to dance. I would give him my hand and we would disappear to his room to dance the lover's dance. We enjoyed caressing each other's naked body before I would take flight, wings spread, soaring above the clouds, as he, like a dive bomber, repeatedly buried his missile deep into my target, rocking my body with each successive blow until I convulsed uncontrollably, hollering like only a woman can, who is being ravished my by such a good fuck." "Did you get married," Carol asked. "Yes but not to him, he was already happily married with two wonderful children and a lovely wife. I have met them all, very nice people, so has my husband for that matter. No, but every few weeks our paths would cross where we had the same stay-over so we would spend the night together. We like that so much we began planning our schedules so we could spend a handful of days together in some far off place. By the time he retired we had vacationed together in 22 different countries, dancing the naked lovers dance more times than I can remember. He got me pregnant twice, that rascal, before he had his vasectomy, but I caught them early enough that the abortions were fairly easy." The shuttle from the airport pulled into the hotel and Twila, seeing one of the pilots she knew, finished her wine and went out to greet him. "Would you like a massage?" I heard her asked him. They left together so apparently he did! ....... The Captain's voice came over the intercom telling everyone that turbulence would be bouncing us around for a while and that everyone should stay seated with their seat belts on. Carol noticed one young woman who was looking particular nervous, so Carol sat down next to her to offer some reassurance. Her name was Karen and this, her first long flight, was making her increasingly panicked. To distract her from her fears, Carol was able to get her talking about her work and how she came to be taking this vacation. "I was working for a supply company in Denver, which catered to the gas and oil exploration industry," Karen explained. "My boyfriend worked at the same company and we were getting pretty serious about each other. So serious, my roommate said we made too much noise when he spent the night at my place, so though I hadn't moved in, I spent most of my time at his place." "He had a hobby of visiting 'old west' towns, so about a year ago he invited me to go visit Medicine Bow in Wyoming, then we were going on to South Pass. Medicine Bow is a small place out in the middle of the sagebrush, but it did have a historic hotel where Owen Wister wrote the famous western novel, 'The Virginian.' The hotel was done up in the western period, with small rooms and a bathroom down the hall. The rooms had no TV, which was good because the walls were paper thin. The rooms were upstairs and we got to pick out one that suited our fancy. Downstairs was a small restaurant, probably the only one in town and a parlor." "After we ate our evening meal, we walked around some. The wind seemed to blow all the time and except for a freight train that blew by every 15 minutes, the town was pretty dead. Back at the hotel a big guy, dressed in cowboy fashion, invited us to play a game of cards. A comely woman, dressed similarly, sat beside him, who he introduced as his wife. I'm not a card player, so the two men picked a game that they could play while we women watched. Cowboy was a loud talker and appeared a bit inebriated. He fancied himself a good gambler but even just betting pennies, was down $5 and hadn't won a single hand. As it was getting late we were ready to quit but Cowboy wanted to play one more round. This time he raised the bet to, 'the winner gets to choose who to bed, his wife or me'. I had been feeling pretty smug about how good a card play my boyfriend was, but I still protested that such a bet was going too far. Cowboy became belligerent at my balking and Cowgirl whispered to me that 'it would be OK because my boyfriend was sure to win'. After getting assurance from my boyfriend that he would pick me and in order to keep the peace, I consented under protest and against my better judgment." "Well as luck would have it, Cowboy won and promptly chose me. No way was I going along with this but Cowgirl again assured me it was best not to get Cowboy mad and that he was too drunk to do anything but fall asleep, but regardless they would rescue me if need be. Again, against my better judgment, I let Cowboy lead me to his room, which fortunately was adjacent to our room. Cowgirl followed us up the stairs with my boyfriend bringing up the rear. When I got to the top of the stairs I look back and saw my boyfriend staring at Cowgirl's ample ass. That should have told me something but I didn't have time to say anything before Cowboy pulled me into his room and shut the door." "I lay on the bed and must have dozed off but awoke with a start when I felt something like a two inch wide rubber band snap against my cheeks as it wrapped around my head and covered my mouth. Though not too tight, it prevented me from crying out for help, at least with any volume or clarity. I jerked my arms but found them cuffed to the bed frame. My feet were still free and I thrashed them about, which only helped Cowboy pull my pants and panties off of me. Being a big guy he had no problem sitting on me and cuffing my feet to the bed frame as well. With all the racket, I was sure my boyfriend and Cowgirl would come to my rescue but they didn't. Cowboy stood and looked at me before leaving the room. When he came back he had a pair of scissors that he used to cut off my blouse and bra. When I was totally naked he got naked too. He took his time caressing my body with his big hands. Then, turning off the light, he laid down beside me, put his arm across my chest and fell asleep." "I was really pissed off at my boyfriend. Why the hell hadn't he come to get me? With the room quiet now, I could hear them in the next room laughing and talking interspersed with silence. It finally dawned on me that the silence was when they were kissing. The talking became less and the silence longer until Cowgirl started moaning, long low moans as my boyfriend found the sweet spot around her clit. I knew the routine only too well, as he bent over her with his knees by her head, head between her soft inner thighs. Judging from her breathless cries, I knew when he had worked a finger or two into her cunt, finding her g-spot, then massaging it as he continued teasing her clit with his tongue. If she were like me, she would grasp his engorged penis in her hand as her cunt repeatedly gripped his fingers, keeping time with the wonderful pulsating flutters of sexual pleasure she was feeling. In time, her orgasmic squeals of delight pierced the walls of the room, followed by silence then muffled talking with the words 'ridding cowgirl' being clearly heard. I hadn't realized how predictable my boyfriend was but I knew by now he would have her ridding his cock while his hands played with her tits. I didn't have to imagine because I could clearly hear her butt slapping against his thighs as she rode the bucking bronco. They both were clearly enjoying the ride. I even tried to awaken Cowboy with my mumbled warning, 'Hey you had better do something 'cause someone is fucking your wife.' Cowboy stirred. 'That right, that little bitch of your is all naked and has some dudes cock in her cunt, and she is liking it too.' Cowboy stirred again, moving his arm from my chest and put his hand over my pussy, his middle finger wedging itself into my slit. I decided to shut up." "How long she rode him I don't know but they eventually traded places. Settling between her outstretched legs, he enjoyed watching his cock slide up and down her slit before finding its way into her vagina again. I knew lying there naked and sexually excited, how the feelings of love would radiate out from her toward her lover. A woman cannot help but want to please her man now, to possess him and be possessed. My boyfriend's gasps and moans began filtering into the room, with cowgirl adding to the mix as she enjoyed the wonderful feel of his penis playing hide and seek in her pussy; feeling his love rock her body. If only she wasn't so pretty but she was, and I knew he relished fucking such a sexually responsive woman. For ten minutes, the rhythmic squeaking of the bed frame stopped only long enough for him to fondle her breast and steal another kiss. Then I hear her voice, plaintive, coaxing, pleading for him to cum in her. The rapid squeaking bed foretold the impending climax. His orgasmic gasp signaled that his cum was taking up residence deep in her body. She cooed her delight as her arms and legs wrapped around his collapsed body." "I lay quietly fuming, angry as hell at this woman who dared to steal my boyfriend's love, and at my boyfriends for letting her seduce him so easily. I shifted myself, trying to make myself comfortable. Cowboy stirred, His hand moved slowly, massaging my pussy. In spite of myself, I couldn't help but enjoy the feel. I knew I was wet when the end of his middle finger found my hole and slipped in easily. I finally dozed off and did not wake until morning when Cowboy got up, put on his bathrobe and walked down the hall. When he came back he tossed the bathrobe to the floor then froze as though seeing me for the first time. He started to apologize for coming into the wrong bedroom until he saw his suitcase and cloths. He looked confused then started to tremble as it slowly dawned on him that this was his doing. He kept apologizing as he removed my gag and cuffs, claiming he did not know how this could happen. As mad as I was with him, it was my boyfriend who I was saving my wrath for. Throwing his bathrobe on, I stormed out of the room and into the adjoining room. It was empty except for my travel bag. I hurried downstairs but they were not in the restaurant. I went outside only to find his car gone. I stomped backed inside and demanded the clerk tell me when they had left. He gave me curious looks as he fumbled through his papers, wide eyed, his look kept drifting down from my face. It was only after he told me they had checked out two hours earlier, and I was headed back upstairs, that I realized I had failed to secure the bathrobe leaving me standing there naked." "With no boyfriend to scream at, I demanded Cowboy give me a really good explanation of what was going on. He sat naked on the edge of the bed, head in his hands. He scarcely looked up as I made my demand. He admitted the card game was a ploy and yes, he did cheat to win that last hand, though he still thought I was worth cheating for. Cowgirl was not his wife, but a coworker, a new sales assistant he was taking out to meet some of their clients. Messing with her would get him fired and he was so lonely and desperate that when cowgirl suggested this scheme he went along with it. He looked so pathetic that I started feeling sorry for him; this big man with an every boy desire." "So why didn't you do it then, am I not pretty enough?" "He looked up and gave a little laugh. You are absolutely beautiful," he said. "I guess I knew it was wrong." "But tying me up was and fingering my pussy, that was OK?" "No, tying you up, that was wrong too, but that was Cowgirls idea and I never touched your pussy except maybe in my dreams. Cowgirl had her eye on your man the minute he walked in. She slipped me the perfect hand of cards. She wanted this to work as much as I did and she didn't want you to interfere once she got him to herself." "Somehow I believed him and became convinced he was no threat to me. I dropped the robe to the floor and walked over to Cowboy. So, do you still want me?" "It would be a dream come true," he said with a voice that sounded hopeful and eyes that said they could not believe a naked lady was asking him such a question. Even I marveled at how quickly I had changed from an angry bitch to a seductive lover, or maybe I was using Cowboy to get back at my boyfriend, or maybe it was my way of saying 'fuck you boyfriend, were are through.' "I took his hand and waved it under his nose. That my friend is the smell of pussy, my pussy and judging from how big you cock felt as it pressed against me last night, you were enjoying the finger fuck. Kneeling before him I took his cock in my hands and marveled at how quickly it grew. With just a little sucking it became the biggest dam cock I had ever handled. It was over two hands high, as I held it, one hand above the other. His engorged bulb felt nice and soft on my lips and was a mouthful to suck on. But even more amazing was its girth. My hand could not reach around it so my fingers could touch. I did not detect the fragrance of pussy on his cock and I warned him that by the time I was done soaking his cock in my juices that he would be a marked man for many weeks. He assured me there was no other woman and he relished the idea of having my perfume on him." "The urge to let it fill my vagina was strong now, so turning around and bending over, I directed his fat cock into my love chamber as I settled onto his lap or at least as far as I could before his cock came to the end of my vagina. The thickness of his penis spread me wider then I had ever been before and it felt amazing. I moved up and down on his log, one hand bracing myself on his leg as the other hand massaged my clit. The sexual feelings were phenomenal and I selfishly gratified myself until I could abandoned myself to a delicious orgasm." "When I lay spread prone again on the bed, he stopped to admire my feminine beauty. My genitals were a swollen invitation, begging him to fuck me. Wondrously stupendous is all I can say about that fucking. The longer we went the more of his penis I found I could take in as my vagina expanded to accommodate him. I was in the middle of a sensational second orgasm when he came. Climaxing together was just incredible. The amount of cum he poured into me made for a nice gooey mess. A warm sensuous tingle lingered around my pussy half the day and I proposed spending another night together, anticipating two more glorious fucks. " "We ate a late breakfast over which I learned we worked serving the same business. I had no desire to go back to where my X boyfriend worked and since Cowboy needed a new sales assistant, he offered me a job on the spot. It pays much better so now I can afford to take some super vacations, and that is how I happen to be here today." The Captain came on over the intercom and told everyone the turbulences were past and we were free to move about the cabin again. His deep voice sounded calm and reassuring. Carol wondered if he had any plans for the hot summer night after they landed in Bangkok. Perhaps they could splash around in a pool together then later he could dive into her pool and get her all wet again. If she was a bold as Karen she would find out, but she wasn't. ....... Flying from Tokyo to Seattle, Carol brought Ken the bottle of water he had requested. "Going home," Carol asked as she handed him the water. "No, home is in North Carolina, I going fishing up in Alaska. From Seattle I go on to Anchorage then out to Dillingham and from there I take a little airplane to an isolated spot that only the fish care about. Each plane gets smaller and smaller the further I go." "Well perhaps when you come back you can tell me about 'the big one that got away.'" "I all ready have that story," Ken said as he launched into his tale. "The first time I heard her laugh, I knew I had to see her. The first time I saw her I knew I had to have her. I was living in a big old Victorian house, converted into two apartments. I lived on the main floor with two other guys. Upstairs was another apartment. Well, being a University town, people were always moving in and out. I didn't even realize there were new tenants upstairs until one morning I heard her laugh. It was a bedroom laugh, all soft and happy, the kind you make when you are naked and your lover is running his finger over your body as he tells you sweet nothing and you are soaking it up with delighted joy." "You see, at the back of my closet was a door that opened to an abandoned staircase leading upstairs. There it opened to the back of the closet in that apartment, the stairs being something left over from when they remodeled the house. I used the stairs to store stuff on and the door up at the other end must have been open a bit too, so I could hear their early morning giggles quite well. "It was a few days before I met the guy. Real nice fellow; worked as a firefighter 72 hours straight, then had a second job as an EMT. He was saving his money so he could buy a house. Even though he worked long hours he still liked to play golf and invited me to join him sometime. From that conversation, I learned he worked a lot, she was his girlfriend, and she didn't play golf." "I met Ivy one evening a few days later when she brought a batch of cookies down to us as a way of saying hello. My roommates and their girlfriends were there too and they had a nice long visit. I could not say much, so blown away was I by the perfect beauty of her face. It was angelic, pure and sweet with a complexion that glowed. She stayed to watch a movie with us. I watched her more than I watched the movie, so captivated was I." TWA "After cleaning my stuff off of the stairway, I showed it to her one day, suggesting she could just use it instead of going outside. She didn't hesitate to do so and joined us often. She took an interest in my photography hobby that I was trying to grow into a business. Wedding was my mainstay and since she did not work on the weekends and her boyfriend did, I invited her to come with me. After finishing with the wedding shots, I found myself asking Ivy to pose in different settings. My favorite was one of her in a cute yellow and white sundress, posing with her head cocked, arms raised with hands behind her head. She looked darling and so sexy. I emailed a copy of that picture off to a place that turned it into a poster. I hung it on the wall of the stairwell, which become a gallery of her photos." "One Saturday Ivy came into my room and asked what I wanted to do that day. Half-kidding, I told her I wanted to get a nude picture of her posing like she did in the poster. 'Really,' is all she said before saying, 'let do it.' It was a perfect day for outdoor pictures so we went to the backyard and after I got everything set up, Ivy then nonchalantly took off her clothes. Her breast; like twins, were plump and round, a perfect complement to her face. Her feminine belly and hips drew my eyes lower to where a thicket of beautifully brown hair formed a triangle pointing to her love chamber. Her legs and feet completed the picture of perfect symmetry." "Well, I got my pose and picture and many more, as Ivy was clearly enjoying showing off her naked body. When on all fours, her vulva, with its delicate slit sitting between its walls, begged to be explored. It wasn't until our neighbor started setting up for a barbeque that we decided to quit." "Back in the room we looked over the pictures on the computer. We picked out two that we both liked a lot and sent them off to the poster shop. Ivy hadn't put on any cloths while we did our computer work and when we finished she hung around, like she was waiting for me to make a move. Finally, I said, 'I've seen your beautiful naked body all morning and I can't help but want to make love with you.' Ivy said she thought I would never get around to asking, and seemed pleased that I finally got up the nerve. There was just one favor though. For as long as she could remember, since learning how 'IT' was done, she had wanted to have a close-up picture of her doing 'IT' and would I do that for her?" "It was probably because I had been enamored by her for so long, then seeing her naked half the morning, that I found our afternoon delight to be more than a man could ever hope for. Afterwards we sat down at the computer again, this time with both of us naked, as we reviewed the pictures I had just taken. She was particularly delighted with the one showing her being impregnated from the rear. I had just ejaculated and cum was oozing from her vagina and coating my penis. She had me print out that picture first and posted it on prominently in our gallery. Late that night we made love again and she thanked me again for fulfilling her fantasy." "Weekends became a love feast; Friday night, after a movie; Saturday morning after feeling her naked body all night; Saturday night after hanging out all day; Sunday morning followed by a brunch. Sunday night her boyfriend was home and I had to endure hearing her sweet little laughs as he kissed her nude body all over." "I had clearly fallen for her and I know she had feeling for me. When I think back on it, it seems clear that she was dropping hints that we should marry. She had started calling my penis my 'baby maker' and she asked me several times if she should stop taking The Pill. She would bring me real estate ads describing houses in country settings, which she said would make an ideal place to raise children. In order to help pay for it, she suggested we could sell posters of my photos, even ones of her nude, if they were tastefully done." "I don't know why I put off proposing, but I did and one day when I got back from a week long trip, she was gone. She left me a note saying her boyfriend found our staircase gallery. He didn't get mad but they did have a long heart to heart talk, right there on the stairs, surrounded by her pictures. She told him how she wanted a husband, a family, a home and since he had not talked of marriage she had started looking elsewhere. He proposed right there, promising her the country home of her dreams and the babies she wanted. I kick myself to this day for not acting when I had the chance. When it comes to making money it just flows toward me but when it comes to women I am a loser." Ken pulled out a picture of Ivy and handed it to Carol. Carol studied it carefully, glancing back and forth between Ken and the picture. A first she thought this was a joke, but no, he was serious. The most extraordinary thing about the picture was how ordinary Ivy looked. Carol showed the picture to a lady who was sitting across the aisle from Ken who had been listening in on the conversation. She looked at it and said, "Amazing," before handing it back. When they were deplaning Carol noticed this woman hand Ken a business card when she got up to leave. When she passed Carol she whispered, "It is amazing how little it takes to satisfy a man." Ken studied the card for a while and when he left, Carol wished him happy fishing and told him not to fear casting his rod in any new watering holes he might find. ....... It was nighttime, and most passengers were asleep as we glided over the South Pacific heading toward Australia. But there is always that one who wants to talk. She guessed he was in his late thirties, good looking and studious, for he had been reading legal papers for a good part of the trip. He left his seat and sat down across from Carol who was sitting in the jump seat. They made some small talk. She told him she had been a flight attendant for eight years. He said his name was Brian, a corporate attorney, headed back home. She grew up in Milwaukee. His father was rancher. She took piano lessons, sang in the church choir, but it had been a long time since she had practiced or sang. His mom made him take piano lessons too and he hated it, but now loves to relax by making noise on the keyboard. As a girl she played 'house' with her friends. They would argue over who got to be married to Mike, the little neighbor boy. He didn't get interested in girls until he was 15 and all his early girlfriends were featured in the Penthouse magazine, which a neighbor kid kept stashed in their barn. She said she could be featured in Penthouse if the airbrush artist was really good. He had been engaged once but her parents did not approve of him so she broke it off. She avoided the marriage topic so he asked her if she was married. He had a natural polish with the way he spoke, and though the question was bold, it did not seem out of place coming from him. Carol held up her hand, showing off her wedding ring. "I know, I saw that," he said, "but I wanted to know if you are married or is that ring just a bluff, a leave me alone sign?" Carol laughed, "You would not believe how many men take this ring as a signal that I would be a safe lay." "OK," Brian said, "I see you don't want to answer the question, so I am going to guess that you have been divorced for five years. Am I right?" "More right than wrong," Carol confessed, "four years." "You just drifted apart, your work kept you apart too much and you both agreed to separate on friendly terms, am I right again," Brian continued. "Now I know why you are a successful lawyer," Carol laughed, "cause you can read people minds." "You are particular easy to read Carol because you have a openness, a warmth that beckons people to come close to you." "I felt the same way about you," Carol confided. "I felt drawn to you and am glad you noticed me." "Kindred spirits, passing in the night," Brian mused. "Soul mates connected by some invisible force. But I sense there is one last hurdle that we would have to break through before our body, mind and soul could truly merge." "There is something we would have to give up, something we are not ready to do yet," Carol said as her eyes locked onto Brian's. But one day we will, I can sense it, and when body and soul lay naked, I think we will like what we find." Carol got up, squatted down and pressed her warm lips against his. Her lips parted and their tongues touched as Carol let Brian in before letting her tongue be sucked into him. Standing up, Carol said, "Let's see if that seed of passion can grow into true love." Several row back an older gentleman called out, "Miss, I didn't get my good night kiss yet." "Sorry," she chuckled, "those are reserved for my husband." Twang in Haste, Jean for Leisure……… How could I have done something so stupid? Day-dreaming, and I did it….. Our company believes in sending staff away to conferences - but only to cheap ones. In Spartan surroundings. And this had been no different. They had decided that the head of our branch - Jean - and I - second in charge - should go to this conference. We had travelled separately on the Friday evening, had enjoyed the conference and got a surprising amount from the conference, returning home on the Sunday evening. But it was early Sunday morning when I did it. It was the sort of conference centre where there was half a dozen single rooms on a corridor, all sharing a tea-making kitchen. I had decided to make a cup about seven o-clock, had wandered to the kitchen in trousers and T-shirt, only to find Jean already there. It was seven in the morning - I was in a daze, I did what I would have done at home to the wife - I twanged her bra-strap through her blouse! Without thinking. How could I have been so stupid? Jean was a good boss. She was in her late thirties and as far as I was aware lived on her own, and had done well for herself. She kept a bit aloof from the office where we worked, was quiet and reserved and dressed in a reserved way, but treated her staff fairly and well. In our office there were about 10 women of various ages and three men (including me) - it was a nice place to work, although we all, at this stage, kept our relationships separate from our work relationships. She was a good boss, but she was bound to react. “What are you doing?” she demanded. “Why did you do that? Keep your hands off me.” I spluttered my apologies, said how I hadn’t meant to do it. “Hadn’t meant to do it? What did you mean to do?”. It took several minutes to calm her down, to explain how I did that to my wife, that I’d done it without thinking. In the end Jean stormed off, and sat the other side of the conference hall from me for the rest of the day, avoiding me at meal and coffee times. She left without having spoken to me for the rest of the Sunday. There was just a little corner of my mind which nagged away - was the anger just anger……….. The following day, because of the conference, I went into work late at lunchtime. Jean was already there in her office - she gave a formal and stiff wave, but her face was far from friendly. As she waved I heard a sound behind me - someone had twanged a strap. When I turned to see who, the rest of girls in the office, plus Steve and Brian, had their heads down, apparently working hard, but there was a hint of sniggers from some of them. It happened for the rest of the day whenever I wasn’t looking - the sound of straps twanging, sniggers, until I disappeared into my office. The following day the jokes continued - I found a massive bra on my chair in the morning. Pieces of elastic lying around. And of course there was the innuendos - “…….would you like to stretch a point……” and sniggering. Clearly Jean had told them. With me she was very formal, businesslike, but allowed no other interaction. But there was something, something which suggested I needed to prepare in case……. On Thursday evening before leaving work Jean and I normally get together to discuss the weeks work, what ends need to be tidied up, what needed to be set up for the next week. Through the week there had been no let up in the jokes. She came and sat in my office as usual across the desk from me. We talked formally of business, we planned, we sorted what needed to be sorted, and as we did so I saw all the rest of the staff leave the office. When we were the only two people left, I got up from my seat, went around the desk, then sat on the desk in front of Jean looking down at her. “Why did you tell them about the bra strap”. I spoke in my most domineering voice, pointing to the general office. Jean looked stunned, her mouth opening and closing without saying anything. I peered down at her. “Why did you tell them?” She stuttered - “I didn’t mean to, it just came out…….” I was quite angry. “Just came out?” I shouted at her. “Why didn’t you tell them I’d grabbed your tits at the same time?” There was a long pause and silence. “Well?” Jean stopped her mouth moving and looked to the floor. Again after a pause I continued. “I bet you didn’t tell them because that is what you want me to do.” She looked up suddenly. “What? I didn‘t tell them that because you didn‘t do that……” She stammered. I spoke evenly again. “I bet you didn’t tell them that because you really do want me to grope your tits.” Jean was quiet as I moved off the desk, sat on a chair beside her and turned her chair to face me. “Listen to me”, I spoke more kindly to her. “You can simply walk out of this room and we will never talk about this again; you can walk out of this room and get me the sack for sexual harassment. I will not stop you.” I paused. “But I think the truth is you really do want me to grope your tits - they are really gorgeous tits - and maybe do more……….” There was silence for several seconds. Again I broke the silence. “Do you want to leave?” Her voice was barely a whisper. “No - I would like to stay”. I reached my hands out and cupped her tits through her blouse and began to squeeze and caress them gently - they were a perfect fit in my hands, and as I gently squeezed her nipples they hardened immediately. I watched as Jean’s eyes glazed, her breathing hardening as I worked those glorious tits of hers. After a few moments I undid her blouse and pulled it apart, then simply scooped the tits out of her bra. They looked even better in the flesh. Again I let my hands roam all over her tits, pinching the nipples, squeezing gently, but getting slightly more rough with them. Whatever I did just seemed to make her breathe more heavily. I stood up, held her tits and pulled her to her feet with them. I quickly removed her blouse, then removed her bra. I leant forward and took one of her nipples in my mouth and began to nibble and suck, while my hand held her other tit. After a couple of minutes I transferred my mouth to her other nipple, but this time my hands undid her skirt, and dropped it to the floor, then pushed her panties down as far as I could, then they dropped to the floor around her ankles. I stood back, admiring her now completely naked. I walked around behind Jean, and cupped her tits again and pulled her hard to me. Then pulled her to the carpeted floor of my office, then quickly undressed. I lay beside her, kissing her on the lips, my hands now busy all over her body. With my knee I forced her legs apart, my fingers momentarily playing in her pubic hair, before disappearing between her legs. As I kissed I felt the wetness between her legs, gently pinched the lips of her pussy, before plunging two fingers as far as I could into her. As my fingers slid inside I heard her moan into my ear. I explored inside her pussy with my fingers, then let my thumb rest on her clitoris. As my thumb began to move I heard her gasp, moan, then cry out “This is so good”. I felt her legs widen as far as they could of their own accord. I allowed my thumb to circle her clitoris as my fingers began to fuck her. She was so wet that my fingers slid in and out easily. It was so easy I managed to slide a third, then a fourth finger inside. I stopped for a moment and ordered her - “Squeeze my fingers”. She responded immediately, moaning as she did so. Again I finger fucked her for a few more moments, my thumb on her clitoris, then after moving myself lower down, I pulled my fingers almost out, put my thumb to my fingers and pushed hard. She was so tight around my hand but I did not let go the pressure, instead increasing the pressure all the time. Suddenly she gave way and my whole fist was inside her. She gasped in pain at the invasion, but slowly relaxed, until she was squeezing my hand and moaning is ecstasy, begging for more. I left my fist inside her, my fingers rippling against the inside walls of her pussy and put my tongue to her clitoris and began to lick it as hard as I could. Within seconds she screamed, her body shuddered and kept shuddering as an orgasm overwhelmed her. It felt like my hand was being crushed as the muscles of her pussy contracted and released over and over. At last her body relaxed, my fist still inside her. After a few moments I slowly removed my hand, and gently ran the pussy-soaked hand all over Jean’s face, and through her hair. I don’t think she was even aware of what I was doing - if she was she didn’t object. After she had recovered I whispered that it was my turn. I roughly pulled her onto her hands and knees, spread her legs wide, put my cock to her pussy and thrust deep inside in one go. I was amazed - even after being fisted, she still felt so tight and sweet. I reached around and began to play with her clitoris as I slowly began to move my cock in and out. I let my finger caress her asshole, then licked it and pushed my finger deep inside her. Jean was so far gone she would enjoy anything at this stage, so I thrust my cock in and out, my finger playing on her clitoris, my finger plunging in and out of her asshole - I could feel my finger and cock moving against each other through the membrane. Within seconds she screamed out again as a second orgasm overcame her, her muscles contracting on my finger and cock. I just managed to stop myself coming, and pulled out of her pussy. Again Jean needed some moments to recover, but this time I lay her on her back, aimed my cock to her mouth, then fell into a sixty nine, my cock, coated with my pre-cum and her juices, plunging deep into her mouth. Within seconds I had my mouth clamped to her pussy, my cock plunging in and out of her mouth, her tongue working on my cock - she was really good. I transferred my tongue to her clitoris, thrust my cock in and out of her lips, and in seconds I could feel my cum rising. I thrust harder, and as I felt myself come I felt Jean’s body shuddering again. We came together as I filled her mouth with my cum, she swallowing hard to take it all in. It was several seconds before we rolled apart, both exhausted. We lay together many minutes, then Jean said - I need to go home. I looked at the time - it was time to go as well. Jean thanked me and admitted I had made her do so much more than she’d ever done before. Fisting, her ass being penetrated - she had never even had a man cum in her mouth before. She was insistent however - this could not be repeated……….. After Jean had left I went over to the cupboard which I had prepared earlier - with a two-way mirror on the front, my video camera inside……………….. Two weeks later my wife Judy and I had invited all the office to a Bar-b-que. Judy and I enjoyed the adventures we both had, enjoyed sharing our adventures, and sometimes indulged ourselves with a third person when making love. She had loved the videos, it had led to some really hot sex between us. She had wanted every detail - and in the end wanted Jean as well. It was her idea to have the bar-b-que. Jean and I had said nothing in the office, nothing had been repeated. Surprisingly everyone had come along to the bar-b-que. We ate well, we drank wine, we chatted, we laughed. It was as the evening drew in that I mentioned I had a special video I wanted to show. After a bit of moving around and getting drinks, I got everyone settled in front of our large screen TV. I turned the video on, and quickly the room went silent, with just Jean saying no, but stuck to her chair in shock. I had spent a lot of time editing the video to get it as I wanted it. There on the screen was film of Jean allowing her tits to be caressed, undressed, on the floor begging to be fisted, being fucked doggy style, sucking cock and swallowing cum. And I had not tried to hide that it was me doing the caressing and the fisting and the fucking. At first the others had been shocked into silence. Then there was a sense that the silence had changed to fascination. Then the silence changed to arousal. Then, as the video ended, the silence became congratulations and clapping. Jean sat in shock, in terror, in acute and total embarassment, but it was clear even she was fully aroused by what she had seen. Suddenly she felt pleased that it had been so good, and so impressed her staff. She would still be the boss, but perhaps our office would change completely now. And the evening was only beginning………..