18 comments/ 130968 views/ 10 favorites Work Related By: patricia51 I was humming along with the song playing on my car radio as I drove north, the beating of the wiper blades providing background rhythm. I laughed out loud as the perfect line to accompany that thought came up in Janis Joplin's "Me and Booby McGee". It made me feel a little more confident. I was driving to visit someone and a curious mixture of anticipation and uneasiness filled me. One week ago I had been at work. The story of my life. Our traveling audit team was running through the records and the stock of a nation-wide discount chain on a store-by-store basis. We had done the same thing last year and I had seen no reason to expect this would be different. We had set up our laptop and printer and then the crew had scattered throughout the store, laser readers in hand. While the majority of the crew handled the sales floor, I took care of the back room storage area. How this task always ends up in the hands of a 32 year old woman, I can't tell you for sure. Part of it is that I seem to be able to spot the anomalies, the out-of-kilter items, both on the shelves and in the paperwork. For instance that day I came across several cardboard cases marked "School Notebooks" labeled with a stock number that returned a retail price of 20 dollars each. Just a simple error, the reversing of two digits, but multiplied times the several hundred items it could make a substantial difference in the books. The other quality I seem to possess is an ability to make friends, or at least friendly acquaintance, with the store personnel. Our crew leader, a very nice capable young man right out of college, was technically excellent, but painfully shy. He could be backed into a corner by a manager insisting there had to be more stock than we had accounted for. I could help him out of that corner with a smile and calm pretty much everyone down. I sometimes wondered why that ability had seemed to make me agreeable with everyone except my ex-husband. He had found plenty to argue with me about. No, that wasn't fair. We had married right out of high school, based on the assumption that since we had so much fun together as teenagers, we would do so the rest of our lives. Some people do, we didn't. After 10 years of our steadily escalating arguments about pointless things he had left, as he later admitted, because he had once come close to striking me. Terrified at the thought of becoming an abusive spouse, he had moved out. That was that. Strangely enough, it wasn't. We had both continued to live in the same southern city we had grown up in. We maintained some of the same friends. In an amazing discovery, he had found out that underneath the stuffed white shirt and tight rep tie of the successful insurance salesman beat the heart of a poet. He had become a rather well-known regional writer and artist. Recently he had found the time to take several months off work and had traveled through Europe, particularly Italy. He had mailed me dozens of packages; filled with photos, souvenirs and small art works. The accompanying letters made it clear it was not in the spirit of "Hah, Hah, look where I am", but rather a genuine attempt to share with me anything he thought I might find interesting. As nice, and as strange as it seemed, to be growing ever closer to my ex, it wasn't doing much to solve a continuing problem I had been having, called "no sex". I wasn't much for bars and the few dates that friends had arranged had not turned out well. I had been surreptitiously keeping an eye on Tommy, my crew leader. After all, he was young, pretty good looking and, from what I had seen at a company get-together, had a good body. However he seemed to stick with girls his age. After all, I was 10 years older. I certainly had no supermodel's body, being broader in the hips and smaller in the bosom by several sizes from their specifications. Oh well, I had to steer him through this audit. I had briefly conferred with the store manager about the first errors I had found. As I left that conversation I heard a bright female voice say "Hi Sherry. Nice to see you again." I turned around and automatically smiled at the woman who had spoken. I knew she looked familiar but couldn't place her. She was about 5'4" in her heels, with short brown hair and brown eyes. She was perhaps a little older than me, around 40. Her face was unremarkable, plain but nicely made-up. Rather like my own, not a centerfold but not breaking mirrors in passing either. Her smile was nice though, warm and friendly. And that made me even more embarrassed that I couldn't recall her name or exactly why I knew her. She must have seen through my smiling facade because she suddenly laughed. "Betty Craig. We met last year here. I came down from my store in South Carolina to help out." "Oh golly, of course, Betty. Sorry." "Nothing to worry about. First, it was one time and it was months ago. Second, you probably remembered me in jeans and tennis shoes. Now that I've been promoted I'm all dressed up." She laughed again and pirouetted. "I clean up rather nicely don't I?" Now I remembered her and she did look nice. Her hair was cut and styled, shaping her face. She wore a peach colored skirt that came to her knees, with matching heels and a short sleeve pullover of peach and white. Almost absently, I noted that her body was very slender. Even I had a larger bust than she did and her legs were down right skinny. We started going through the discrepancy sheets while moving around the store together. We covered what I had found. Tommy started handing me the reports from the rest of the store with an obvious air of relief that I was handling things. As the hours flew by, Betty and I began to relax more and found ourselves solving the world's problems as well as the audits. I found she had a delightful sense of humor and an ability to take a skewed look at things that more than once threatened to make me burst out in uncontrollable laughter. I also discovered she had a warm, sensitive personality and decided it was a shame she lived on the far side of the next state up. I was sure she would make a great friend. Besides enjoying her company and her wit, I felt something else. I really had no idea what that "something else was". I knew that for once I was sorry to see the audit come to an end. Tommy dismissed the others and packed up the equipment while Betty and I settled into two chairs in the manager's office to finalize the paperwork. I shut the door, as some of what we had to discuss was confidential. Betty kicked off her low heels. "Oh my that feels good." I laughed. I can't imagine wearing heels at work, even low ones. I like them, but to me their place is on a date." "I know, but I like dressing nicely now that my job allows me. And besides," she smiled, "I get to send a good bit of time sitting down. She stretched her legs, "Still, it does feel good getting them off." We discussed the final issues. Then we simply talked a bit, as though she was as reluctant as I to end the day. She was divorced too, so we compared stories about our ex's. Tommy knocked and called he was leaving. I told him I'd bring the paperwork by the office later. "Well I guess we better get on the road then," Betty commented. She signed the paperwork and I gave her the copies she needed and tucked ours into a folder. Betty dug through her pocketbook, pulling out a pen. "I'm going to be in Charleston next week." Betty scribbled furiously on a business card before handing it to me. "Here's my cell phone number and here's the address of the hotel I'll be staying at. Call me. I'd love for you to come up and see me." "Sure Betty," I replied, thinking how much I liked Charleston. "I'd like that." "Great," she smiled. She glanced at her watch, pulled her shoes back on and piled her papers in her briefcase before closing it. She looked at the office door and then turned to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and before I had any idea what was happening, she brought her lips to mine and kissed me. Not just a peck either. Her lips clung to mine and for just a second I was conscious of her tongue tip. "Mmmmmm, that was nice," She picked up her briefcase, opened the office door and started out. Pausing, she looked back at me. "Call me. I want to see you again." I sat there completely astounded. Did what I think just happened really take place? Had another woman just made a pass at me? I thought so, but at the same time it just seemed unbelievable. The store manager knocking on the door finally snapped me out of my reverie. I thanked him for his cooperation and left. I carefully drove to the office, dropped off my paperwork and went home. I spent the next few days rationalizing my perception of what had happened. Surely Betty was not making a pass at me. I hardly knew her and it seemed unlikely that she would have just suddenly decided I was a lesbian. It probably was no more than just a huggy-touchy-feely personality and I had obviously imagined that the kiss was more than just that. Twice I reached for the phone the following Wednesday. I was unsure about what my motives were. I was uncertain about why I wanted to call her at all. And I knew I didn't really know why I wanted to see her again, and why I couldn't seem to erase her face from my thoughts. My mouth was so dry I put a cup of ice water beside me as I finally lifted the phone and dialed her cell number. "Hi, Betty Craig here." "Hi Betty, this is Sherry Andersen." "Sherry! Hi. I'm so glad you called. What's going on?" I hesitated and then took the plunge, "Betty I'm off tomorrow and Friday. I wondered if you might have some time to wander Charleston with me if I came up there." I wasn't sure that "wandering Charleston" was what she had in mind. I wasn't sure that it was what I had in mind. I did know I wanted to see her again. "Absolutely. I have a great idea. Come up tomorrow afternoon. I'll give you directions to which store I'll be at. You can come by and I'll give you the key to my hotel room. You could relax till I get done and then we can go out to dinner. After that, well, we'll just see." "Okay," I said. "I'll see you tomorrow." I carefully hung up the phone. My mouth was still dry, but my heart was thumping. I went to my closet and began to pull out clothes. While I was trying to decide between a pantsuit and a skirt and blouse combination the phone rang again. "Hello?" "Hey beautiful, how's my favorite girl?" I laughed. "Well I don't know how's she's doing but I'm pretty good for an old broken down ex-wife, Pete. How's my favorite high school boyfriend?" "If he's the one I'm hoping you're talking about, he's great and would like to know if you want to go out to dinner on Saturday? Its been a long time since we just had the chance to sit down and talk. I miss that." I smiled. "So do I Peter. Sure, I'd love to." We settled the details of when and where. After I hung up I went back to packing. In a flash I decided I would wear the pantsuit and bring the skirt and blouse for dinner. A dress I had been consideringtaking to Charleston went back in the closet. After a moment I took it back out and began to hunt for shoes to match it. When I got back it would be nice to wear Saturday night. The smile stayed on my face. How much Peter and I had changed over the last five years. He was freer and more relaxed now, and so much happier with who he was. So was I, come to think of it. And I had matured a good bit, calmed down and become more thoughtful. In a way, we were better suited to each other now then when we had been married. The next day was overcast and threatened rain. I considered calling Betty and canceling. After all, it was just going to visit a new friend, even though I had some strange feelings when I thought of her. Then I decided, I had the car packed and was dressed, I was going. The threatened rain came and went, but never enough to make me think of turning around. I found the store Betty was at with ease. She greeted me with a smile. "Glad you made it. Here's my hotel room card. I'm buried up to my elbows here but I should make it by 6. We can go eat then and maybe sample the Charleston nightlife." Whether it was the four hour drive or the excitement of the moment I don't know, but when I got to the room and stretched out I fell asleep. My eyes popped open at the knock on the door. I hurried to let Betty in. "Have a nice nap?" she inquired. I told her I had. "Great, well then are you as hungry as I am?" she asked as she casually unzipped her skirt. When I answered yes, she said "Great, I'm starved. Let me change and we'll go to this great place I was told about. I've already made reservations." She pulled her blouse off and headed for the closet area. She looked through her clothes. As she took an outfit out she spotted my blouse and skirt and whistled. "That looks great, Sherry. Are you going to wear that?" I took the hangers from her and nodded. She touched my hand, the first physical contact we had, and said approving, "You'll look wonderful." I retreated toward the bed I had been napping on, uncertain whether to change there or go in the bathroom. The casual way Betty changed in front of me made up my mind. I undressed and donned my new outfit. Betty neither looked at me nor away from me while I did. Reassured, I hopped in her car and we took off. The restaurant was a lovely Italian one. We were seated in the back and Betty got us a bottle of wine. The lights were low enough that we had some privacy. I finished one glass of wine while we ordered. Our conversation picked up almost right where we had left off the other day. By the time the meal was served we just about everything about each other; about our ex-husbands, our jobs, our social lives. By now we were sitting much closer together. Betty had her free hand on my arm and was stroking it gently. I shivered slightly. She moved closer to me, her leg coming in contact with mine. Suddenly she gave me an impish grin and I felt her foot run along my calf. I jumped and she laughed. "Surprised you, didn't I?" "You did indeed," I managed to answer. And not unpleasantly either, I realized. In fact, I had found it quite exciting. "Don't get too carried away," she looked at me with mock severity. "After all Sherry, its just a date. I'm not asking you to marry me." A date. I was on a date with another woman. Although I had shied away from recognizing it, I had indeed come up here to go on a date with her. A momentary panic swept over me and I blurted out "Betty, I'm not gay." She laughed out loud. I think my face must have reflected my unease because she choked back the laughter. Taking my hands in hers, she looked at me. "Neither am I, Sherry. I like guys just as much as any other woman. I just also have an attraction to women. I felt that attraction to you the other day. And I sensed that it was mutual. Perhaps you didn't understand it yourself, but I knew it was there." She laughed merrily. "I assure you I don't wander around kissing every woman I spend a few hours with at work!" My head reeled. I had one previous experience with another female, if you could call it that. At 17 a friend and I had found ourselves without dates on a fall Saturday night and had decided to go out with a bottle of strawberry wine and my old car. After consuming the entire bottle as a precaution against the cooling evening air we had talked to each other, rapidly and at length without pausing for the other one to answer. Sometime, in the middle of a discussion of kissing, I kissed her, or she kissed me. There hadn't been much more than that to it. We had open-mouthed kissed and played with each other's breasts. It had been strictly second base. I think neither of us was sure how to handle that night so we simply ignored it. Although there was a blush or two when our eyes met, and we stayed well away from each other in gym class, neither of us ever mentioned that night again. "Oh gosh," she sobered. "You really didn't know I was asking you out like that." She looked thoughtful. "My Gaydar must need adjusting. I was sure I felt the vibes from you." Without thinking I answered. "Maybe you did." She looked at me, a quizzical expression on her face. I continued, "I knew I felt something, something I hadn't felt before that whole day we were working together. I didn't know what it was then, but I do now." With that I leaned over and this time I kissed her, softly but trying to transmit my feelings through my lips to hers. She looked at me, her eyes sparkling, when I released her mouth. "Wow." "Double wow," I agreed. "Lets go." In five minutes we were out of the restaurant and on her way back to the hotel. She slipped through the door and then caught me in her arms as I followed. She kissed me, and kissed me again as I trembled, feeling another woman's lips on mine and the pasion it was arousing. She broke the kiss and looked up at me. "Take off your shoes," she whispered. Completely under the spell of the moment I kicked first one, then the other heel away. As I settled down in my stocking feet I realized why she had said that. With her still in her heels her height almost matched mine, bringing our bodies even with each other. She leaned against me. Slight though it was, her weight coupled with the shaking of my legs, pushed me against the room wall. My arms went around her, as much for support as to meet the growing need to have her body against me. I know she could feel me trembling. Her lips lifted to my ear. Her tongue traced the edges of the shell. She whispered, "Shhhhhhhhh. Relax Sherry." Her fingers were on the buttons of my blouse. She undid them one at a time, pausing each time to trace the growing opening of my blouse with her fingertip. Then her lips slid down my cheek and her tongue was pressing between my lips. Her hands pushed my blouse over my shoulders, momentarily trapping my arms. I felt her lips curve into a smile, as my eyes closed momentarily and I moaned from sheer excitement. "Oh my goodness, you are loving this. Almost a much as I am." My head was reeling I loved so much what she was doing and how my body was responding. With one tug she pulled my blouse down and off. Her hands burrowed behind me and unhooked my bra. My excitement surged up and I kissed her. My tongue forced its way into her willing mouth. My hands clutched her. My fingers raced over her body, opening snaps and zippers and catches. My skirt fell to the floor. Her clothes were following as our mouths hungrily searched each other. Then we were both nude except for our pantyhose and her heels. By now all I could think of was how much I wanted her. Our breasts flattened against each others, hard nipples pushing into softness. My hands dropped down her back and came to rest on her bottom. The feel of her smooth tight little ass through the nylon material of her pantyhose made me as wet as anything ever had in my life. So I thought. Because then her knee pushed my legs apart and her thigh slide against my pussy. Her knee bent and her heel dropped to the floor. She braced her foot against my calf and began rubbing her thigh back and forth between my legs. By now I was ready to scream. I was lost in a world that consisted of nothing but her mouth on my breast and the movement of her leg. The pressure of her rhythm opened my wet labia and the feel of the nylon scraping inside my slit was incredibly sensuous. A vagrant thought crossed my mind. I was going to have to add this to my masturbation habits. Then I wasn't thinking at all. The first shudder ran through me. My body tensed. I curled one leg around Betty and flung my arms around her back. Only the wall kept us from falling as I used my own leg to crush my lover to me. Her face turned up towards me. I could see the spasm run across her face, matched by my own as her mouth returned to mine. Her kiss seemed to ignite my orgasm and I came, moaning wildly into her mouth. Work Related Wiping the steam from her bathroom mirror, Deana stared into her reflection pensively. Today was going to be full of big changes, and she was a little nervous. Straightening her shoulders, she smiled and told herself, "Go get 'im". Stepping back a few inches, she took a long look at herself and smirked. "He'll never know what hit him." As she began to lotion her skin, her hands roamed her soft skin. She closed her eyes to the pleasure of smoothing the lotion up her slender legs. Her hands continued upward and spanned her taut belly. She cupped her breasts, and opened her eyes on a smile as she felt her nipples already firm in anticipation. Her breasts really were her best feature. Not many would believe she was a natural 32DD, but she was. Feeling the slight ache of anticipation between her legs she quickly finished applying the lotion to her arms and shoulders. Now was not the time to get distracted. After drying her hair she efficiently pulled it up into a smooth knot. Very businesslike, she thought to herself, and then giggled. Stepping into her bedroom, she did a quick turn before her mirror before walking to the bed and her clothes. She slowly stepped into the lace thong underwear, and then fastened the matching bra and slid the straps up her shoulders. After adjusting the cups, she smoothly rolled her thigh high stockings up her legs. Catching a glimpse in the mirror, she stared. Her breasts spilled fully from the top of the shelf bra, leaving her nipples clearly exposed in a way to drive men mad. She looked....wanton. At the thought her nipples tightened once more, sending a spark into her core. Shaking herself out of her reveries, she quickly dressed in an ivory silk blouse and navy suit. After drinking her coffee and eating a bagel she was out the door on the way to the office. Already in his office, Seth Davis stared unseeing at his computer. He was imagining what Deana looked like under her proper suits, and without them. Shaking himself aware he looked out the window to see the rainy day ahead. He had to stop thinking that way. Dee was his assistant, and he didn't want to lose her. She was sharp as a tack and saved his butt on more than one occasion. It was just too bad that she was beautiful too. On the drive to the office, Deana reviewed her plans for the day. She knew Seth had meetings scheduled all morning, and that their weekly planning meeting would be after lunch. She wondered how he would take the news that she was leaving. She hoped it would be better than she thought. All morning long Seth had a hard time focusing on the task at hand. He was wondering how he'd get through the normally long planning meeting with Dee without acting like a bumbling idiot. Deana had a hard time concentrating on work as well. Every time she moved, her blouse would slide silkily across her aching nipples. She could barely type. At 2:00 Seth buzzed Deana at her desk and asked her to come to his office for the planning meeting. As she entered the room, he felt his heart slam into his throat. She was wearing her navy suit, the one that was a good 2 inches shorter than her others and showed off her miles of legs. As he started to rise from his desk to walk to the conference table, she stopped him with a simple gesture of her hand. "Please sit Seth. I have something I need to talk to you about." Puzzled, he did as she asked. Pacing nervously, she suddenly stopped and faced him. "I've had a lot of time to think lately, and I've come to the conclusion that I can't work for you anymore. It's nothing against you; I just can't handle the pressure anymore." "Pressure?! What pressure Dee? You've always done a terrific job." She walked around the corner of his desk and slid her hip onto his desk calendar. He lifted his head to look at her face. She slowly unfastened her suit jacket and took it off, laying it on the desk. She leaned forward and cupped the side of his face with her hand. "I can't take the pressure of working with you day after day and wanting to feel your skin against mine. I want you to make love to me until I scream your name. I want to touch you everywhere and bring you pleasure. " As she spoke she leaned back and opened her blouse. Her nipples stood erect with need, rosy with anticipation. She slid the blouse off her shoulders, and then stood to slide her skirt down her legs. As he sat there in disbelief, she sat back fully on the desk and carefully placed her feet on either side of his legs in his chair. Seth was looking at a goddess. She wanted him? He had been hard since she walked into the room, and staring at her breathtaking beauty now nearly made him lose control. Looking into her eyes, he saw the glimmer of vulnerability and realized how brave she was being. He placed his hands on her ankles and slid up her legs, exploring. His hands found her waist and lid up her ribcage to cup her breasts. She whimpered as his thumbs brushed her aching nipples, closing her eyes. Her body was on fire. Deliberately he watched her face as he leaned forward and drew one nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth. She trembled in arousal and he felt like a king. "God Dee I've wanted you for months" he growled. Her eyes opened at his frank admission as he stood and suddenly kissed her with all the pent-up passion he had been holding inside. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back, matching his passion with her own. Her hands tore at the buttons on his shirt as he cupped her buttocks and pulled her against his hardness. Her head fell back giving him access to the silky column of her throat. His head dipped lower to once again pleasure her breasts and she lay in his arms. He found her mouth again as his right hand suddenly cupped her heat. Deftly he slid his hand beneath the lace and began to stroke the center of her pleasure. Sliding lower he slowly placed one finger inside her velvet sheath. He thrust his tongue in her mouth, mimicking the actions of his fingers. She tightened around him on a keening cry as he took her over the edge. As the aftershocks eased, she opened her eyes and gave him the secret smile of a woman pleasured. Watching her come apart in his arms had been a gift. Trying to be noble, he eased away and sat in his chair again. "Where do you think you're going?" she asked throatily. He glanced at her, surprised to see a devilish glint in her eyes. She slid off the desk to kneel at his feet. Her nimble fingers quickly made short work of the zipper of his pants and she pulled his pants and boxers down in a flash. As he watched she began to kiss her way up his thighs. She laid her cheek on his leg and he could feel her warm breath pass across his hardness. His stomach clenched in anticipation and was rewarded by her taking him into her soft mouth. He closed his eyes in pleasure as she licked and sucked his entire length. Unable to stop himself he began to thrust his hips toward her mouth. She ease off him and looked up at him with seductive eyes and she took him firmly in her hand. She stroked him firmly for a few moments, and then stopped demurely. As he opened his eyes in bewilderment she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and slowly drew them down her legs. As he watched she reached to the front clasp of her bra and released it, exposing all of her gorgeous mounds to his view. She reached up to her hair and released it from its knot to allow the auburn waves to tumble to her waist. Standing there clad only in thigh stockings and high heels, she turned around and bent over the desk, presenting him with the most erotic view of her backside he'd ever seen. Looking over her shoulder she said, "I want you to take me this way Seth. I want you in me now." He saw her fingers reach between her legs and rub herself. "I'm so wet Seth. Fuck me now!" Seth stood and with trembling anticipation pushed at the entrance to her tight sheath. Slowly he slid inside her inch by inch until he was buried in her warmth. Her muscles were spasming, trying to milk him as he stood. Pulling out, she whimpered and writhed against him and then moaned as he thrust back inside her. He grabbed her hips and began to surge forward in long, sure strokes driving them both towards ecstasy. She began to meet him thrust for thrust and he could hear her breathing change as quickened the pace. Praying for control, he pulled out completely just before she went over the edge. Whimpering in frustration, she tried to grind her hips against him but he held her still. As shudders wracked her body he waited as long as he dared and then thrust hard into her core, drawing a scream of pleasure from her lips. Each successive thrust caused additional orgasms as her sheath tried to keep him captive. "Seth, Seth...oh god...Seth...fuck me Seth...fuck me hard...Aaaaooo!' Deana was lost in the pleasure as Seth continued to take her over the edge. Suddenly he quickened the pace and slammed into her harder and harder as he neared his own climax. She felt his hot seed spill inside her and convulsed again around his member as he slowed to a halt. As they stayed there, unable to move, a giggle escaped Deana's mouth. As Seth raised his head to meet her gaze over her shoulder she couldn't resist asking, "So do you need that in triplicate?" Work Related To readers. I hope that what I've worked on here is to your satisfaction. It feels like it flows well; but the writer sees a story a little differently than the readers. If something could have been left out, or detailed better I'll take the suggestions for the next time I write something. *** It was about a year ago. I worked for a retail chain that on occasion sent me to another city for 'yearly training' which always seemed to be the same thing. I saw her there. She was certainly a hot body. She was not quite 5'-4", and had a slim but healthy figure; with the right kind of weight which drew eyes. Her hair was a crimson red that she kept in a long ponytail and sometimes let it drop free. Her smile was warm and kind. She walked with pride, but she could be humble, and never forgot about other people. To me, she was perfect. I consider myself lucky that she was seated at the same table as me. I sparked the conversation, making jokes of course. We hit it off astonishingly quickly. "Is it me," I said, which was the start of the first conversation. "Or is his voice getting duller every time he speaks?" "It's not just you," she said with a sullen tone. She turned and faced me smiling wide the moment our eyes met. She leaned a little closer. "Last year I could have sworn he fell asleep during his own lecture." "Shut up!" said the guy next to us. "This is important!" "It's the same shit as last year," I said. "Well, shut up," he said. "Some of us want to hear this." I scooted a little closer to her and we continued making conversation. The jokes were bad, that much we could agree on, but we couldn't help but enjoying it. Three dulling hours later the last of the speakers walked down from the podium and the lights came back up. "The next half of the conference will be in two days starting at eleven in the morning," said the lead speaker. "Be sure you're here and ready to take thorough notes." I stood, picking up the envelopes and papers that had been handed out that I'd never looked at. "Yeah," I muttered. "I'm sure whatever he has to say tomorrow is any more interesting as today." She giggled softly and when I glanced at the other guy I could see him giving me a dirty look. "I don't think too highly of your attitude," he said. "I don't care," I said. "Anything you think means nothing to me." "I happen to be a five year employee of this company," he said. "Can you say the same?" "No, I only have two years." "I have seven," she said. She stood and leaned forward on the table. "And what this conference is about is the same as the first time I was here. So if you don't like the conversations we were having, you're welcome to go to a different table." The other guy, a little deflated, stood and stormed off. "Nice," I said to her with a smile. She giggled. "Actually, it's been ten years. I just didn't want to seem any more like I enjoy my job." I smiled back and extended my hand to shake. "Mark," I said. "Lillian," she replied shaking back. "But you can call me Lilly." Her hand met mine and I felt an apprehensive jolt in my gut. I had never been so forthcoming with a girl; especially one as cute as she was. We left together, talking and trading stories about our respective stores. She had some of the best ones as she worked deep in the inner city where the strangest of people came out. Me, I worked on the fringes of the city. Old people and farmers. "Drink?" I asked her as we left the meeting hall. "Why not?" she said. We sat at a two seat table and continued. Politics, religion, points of interest. They all came up, and we both agreed on everything. She left home on a bad note at seventeen from strict Catholic parents. She said she hadn't talked with then in nearly eight years. She was twenty-six. Four years older than myself, but it mattered little. "What did you do that made your parent so angry with you?" "They found my birth control pills." "Oh!" I said. "Pre marital sex?" "No," she said with a sigh. "I couldn't get away from them to have sex. They were so over controlling." I could tell that even though she'd had two drinks, the inhibitions were thinning. I went for a long shot. "So you've never..." There was a second when she didn't say anything, but she smiled sweetly and looked up. "I have, once," she said. "Worst ever. But since it was the only time, it couldn't be anything but." My heart jumped a little. I was prying deeper with her. She was opening to me, and for the first time in a while I was getting along and clicking with a girl. It was eleven o'clock and I realized that we'd been talking for nearly four hours. "Should we make our way back to the hotel?" "Yes," she said. "I'd like to do some shopping in the morning. Not every day you get a free trip to Las Vegas." We got into the hotel and approached the desk. Speaking with the clerk we were taken a little off guard by what he said. "The company has paired up many of you. We've almost run out of rooms," said the clerk. He handed me a keycard and looked to Lilly. "And my room?" she asked watching the clerk typing on the computer. "Seems your room was one of the ones that was given up. You'll have to pair up with someone. I have six rooms still." "Seven," I said leaning in. Lilly looked at me, and for a brief second she seemed cross, but it faded quickly. "Why not my room." "A little unusual," said the clerk. "And we don't normally pair up non couple male and female." "No," she said picking up her bag. "It'll be fine." "Very well," he said. He put Lilly in my room and handed her another key card. As we walked up the stairs we talked again. Laughing at bad jokes and sharing some things not usually in normal conversation. As we walked into the room Lilly took the first nearest bed and fell onto it. I tossed my bag down, got out my sleeping cloths and went into the bathroom to change. I only wore a pair of sleeping pants, and nothing else. No restrictions, and they felt cooler even during warm months. I did my last business and walked from the bathroom. Lilly had already changed and was leaning over the bed wearing a long t-shirt that went down to her thighs. She turned to face me and here eyes glanced down. She snickered and looked away with a blush and a smile. She pulled on her top lip with the bottom one and cleared her throat. "Something's..." I looked down and realized I had a half boner that was sticking up through the hole in my sleeping pants. "Crap," I said, putting it away. "No matter," she said. She turned to me and slowly 'lifted' her shirt as she was stretching. I caught sight before she dropped it and smiled. "Nothing underneath." The sexual tension rose faster and faster. Both of us felt it, saw it, and wanted to act on it. I opened my mouth to say something but shut it quickly as I was afraid it was going to be something stupid. She smiled coyly at me before she climbed into her bed and got under the covers. I shook the thoughts from my head, and crawled under the covers of my bed. I switched off the light and rolled over. I pushed the sexual thoughts out and focused on other things. I soon found myself feeling sleepy and I was out. *** I woke suddenly to a shift in my bed and the feeling of something brush up against me. I turned my head around and saw Lilly climbing into my bed. "Hey," I said, a little dumbfounded an a little aggravated at someone trying to take some of my queen sized bed. "You have something against sharing the bed?" she asked. "Something wrong with yours?" "You...didn't hear that sound?" I sat up and saw that one of the bed's legs had bent in and the whole thing had slid apart. "No," I said. I felt her brush against me several times before she got situated. I gave a glance at the clock and saw it was only two in the morning. A dim moon came through the window and gave the room a light blue glow. I looked at Lilly in the light and could feel the apprehension return. I got back into my position and fell asleep surprisingly quick. *** It wasn't long and I woke again to the feeling of the bed shifting. This time Lilly went to the bathroom. I thought nothing of it until I heard muttering. I was curious, and had to investigate. "God!" she said with a whisper. "You're putting yourself out there to a guy you just met. What is wrong?" I peeked through the door crack to see her standing in front of the mirror looking at herself. "He isn't the worlds greatest looking guy...none really have been. But he's so charming and gentle. Strong minded and open. He seems honest, and we clicked so well..." There was a long pause as she reached down and lifted her shirt. As before, there was nothing underneath it. "Why didn't he take the chance?" she asked. "I know he likes me, I know he's got the hots for me... That boner was certainly the first clue." She was right. I wanted to take her. I wanted to do to her everything she desired. I back up and thought to myself: 'Does she swallow?' Leaning forward I saw her lift her shirt up all the way leaving it around her neck. She jiggled her breasts which weren't enormous or huge. Merely a handful, handful and a half. Huge jugs never got me. It was the waistline, the hips. A toned abdomen with some sign of health. She had it. A curvaceous 'v' in her stomach and abdomen. I could feel myself grow in seconds and slip right out of my pants. "The bed fell apart," she giggled softly. "How fortunate for me we weren't fuckin' on that one..." She frowned slightly as she dropped the shirt back down. A soft but lengthy sigh showed she too had apprehension, but not as much as me. "Why am I so horny?" she asked. I had heard enough and moved back into my bed. I laid in the same way I had before waiting for her to come back. I heard the soft steps on the carpet and the feeling of her climbing back into the bed. I dared a look and saw her facing away from me breathing softly. My dick had pushed its way out and I wasn't about to tuck it back in. I turned over and faced her, then slid closer. Misjudging the length of my cock it poked her in the back and though she didn't say anything, the sharp breath she let out told me she knew what had happened. Her hand reached back and rested on my arm, holding me slightly. She turned to face me. There was a wry smile on her face and she looked down under the covers. "Why," she started with a pause. "Why do I have the feeling you heard me?" "I eavesdropped," I said. She took in a sharp breath and held it. "You don't think me a slut for being so...forthcoming." "No, why? Because you have a natural attraction to me? I can assure you that I have the same feelings." Lillian reached down and held my dick in her hand. "As I know." She hummed and moved closer. "How have you resisted all this time? How did you not take advantage of me earlier? It couldn't get any easier for you." "I was afraid. Apprehensive even." "Afraid I was going to reject you? Not likely! A girl doesn't put on JUST a t-shirt and nothing else and shows a guy that's what she's wearing. Not unless they want some." I leaned in and kissed her. She was quick to kiss back and before too long we were locked in a long embrace. We kissed passionately as we explored one another's bodies with our hands. Both of us were flooded with emotions, feelings of lust, love, passion. I broke the kiss and began down her neck. She gasped and cooed as I worked my way down her body. She stopped me suddenly and looked me in the eye. "We go all the way," she said with a pant. "And you're committed. I'm going to get what I want; understood?" "What you want I what I want are the same thing," I said with a chuckle. There was a silent agreement with her before I continued down her body. I lifted her shirt and caressed her body running my hands along smooth bare skin. Up her sides and around her hips. I traced the line of her abdomen before getting to her legs and running my hands along those. She panted slightly and her body flushed a little more with every minute. I spread her legs and leaned in to a swollen pussy. It leaked everywhere, her wet juices sweet smelling and intoxicating. My tongue traced her pussy before it plunged into the hole. I lapped up the thick liquid that came from her vagina. So constant that it ran down my face and covering my chin. She tasted so good I couldn't help but lapping and sucking on her, I almost didn't want to stop. It wasn't long before she tensed, at first a little and then becoming almost rigid as an orgasm ripped through her body. I could feel the contractions in her body and with every contraction she had she twitched. I continued to stimulate her for several minutes drawing out what was already a powerful climax for her. She loosened herself and let out a very pleased sigh. I leaned in for more but she grasped my head and pulled me close. "You should have done this earlier," she said. "We could have been at this all night." She pulled me to her face and we kissed again. Our lips were locked and our tongues intertwined. She licked her own juices from her face and when she broke the kiss she smiled. "What do you fantasize about?" she asked. I gave her a curious look as I lay partially on her. "What fantasy do you dream the most?" "A girl swallowing my load," I said honestly. "I've never done that before," she said. "You don't have to if--" She cut me off by kissing me. "I'll take that as a yes." Lilly rolled on top of me and tossed the covers off. She pulled my pants right off my legs and tossed them away. My hard cock straightened towards her and she dove down wrapping her moist lips around it. It felt so good I couldn't help but let out a very throaty groan. She rolled her tongue around the shaft and head sucking up and down. She took my cock completely in her mouth and began bobbing. I couldn't help but gasp a little every time she changed angles. The feelings were amazing and I felt the end welling up. My breathing quickened, and her pace didn't slow. She slid her mouth up and off my cock before sticking out her tongue and running it up the shaft. She took it back in her mouth and continued bobbing up and down. "I'm almost there," I said with a heavy pant. "It's alright," she said taking her mouth away from my cock. "I'm ready." She continued the blow job not breaking from the motions in the slightest. I felt it come on very quickly. A rush to my head, my body tightened, and my cock hardened. Then I came. I could feel thick copious shots of cum jet from my dick and Lillian sucked on me hard pulling the cum out a little faster. I lost count of how many times I jetted into her mouth but I didn't care. It felt amazing. Lilly sat up and flipped her hair from her face. She leaned her head back and swished the cum around slightly. She opened her mouth and even though it was dim in the room I saw the large white pool of cum sitting in the bottom of her mouth. She closed her mouth and swallowed. She let out a little gasp when she opened her mouth and when she did I thought I felt my dick twitch again. She knelt over me for several moments, her hands braced on her thighs. We looked at one another and felt a connection. "I don't think I've ever clicked with someone quite as well as I have you, Mark," she said. "I mean, hell, earlier yesterday afternoon, neither of us knew each other and we just now gave each other mind blowing orgasms." "Too bad we live on opposite sides of the U.S." I said. "Depressing, isn't it?" she asked. She crawled back down and laid on my chest. Her knees wrapped around my waist and she curled up on me. I wrapped my arms around her and sighed happily. "We haven't even had sex." "It can wait," I replied. "Being close to you has been good enough for me." We fell asleep clinging to one another. She and I were going to have a great time. *** I woke up finding Lillian no where in the room. It glanced at the clock seeing that it was seven. I sat up in the bed and shook the sleep from my mind. I saw Lilly's things still sitting at the end of her bed, but her shirt was lying on the floor. The bathroom was empty, and I was curious where she'd gone. After going to the bathroom and putting my sleeping pants back on I was going to venture out and find her. The door unlocked and she walked in with a tray in hand and a warm breakfast. "I thought ahead," she said. She shut the door and walked the tray over to the table that sat at the end of the room nearest the window. I watched her walking, noticing her choice of clothing being...kind of limited. The skirt was very short, the shirt left little to the imagination, and she had no bra. "And yes," she said reading my mind. "I got looks." She set the food down and as she stood straight she reached down and removed her shirt. She tossed that off and then wiggled from her skirt. She stood before me naked and smiled. "Should we eat first?" I asked, almost sensing what was to come. She took the dishes from the tray and put them on the table and sat down. I took my seat and we ate, talking about what we wanted to do that day. Shopping, maybe a little gambling. But as we sat there looking at one another I knew something else that was planned. Lilly stood after she finished eating and walked to the bed. Her swagger suggestive and sultry. She looked back to me as she sat down onto the bed. She bit her bottom lip slightly with a slight smirk on her face. She crossed one leg over the other and took a pose. I couldn't sit there any longer. I stood, dropping my sleeping pants as I did. I approached her and helper her stand. Leaning in we kissed passionately. She broke the kiss and pulled me closer to the bed. She climbed onto the bed on all fours and turned around giving me the come hither with her finger. I climbed onto the bed with her and got on top. We continued to kiss and it wasn't long before she reached down and took hold of my dick. She guided it to her wet cunt and when I looked her in the eye I could see that she was ready. I slid my cock into her slowly, getting even more feeling out of it. Her mouth gasped wide as I pushed in. She squeaked little by little until I was buried to the hilt. She let out a deep groan and a pleased sigh. She bit her bottom lip and smiled at me. "It feels so good," she said with a breath. I flexed myself inside her and she gasped and giggled. "Go slow." I pulled back and slid in slowly. Every sexual feeling I was having was coursing through me. I sat up and looked down watching my cock slide into and out of her sweet pussy. I increased my pace and soon we were both grunting and panting. She whined and moaned louder and louder. "Oh god!" she said. "Don't stop!" She mumbled my name and a few more 'oh my gods' left her mouth. She tensed suddenly and I could feel the contractions of her climax. The walls of her vagina squeezed on me increasing the feelings as I slid in. Lilly loosened herself and panted as she came down from her orgasm. She wiped the sweat from her face and let out a breath. I stopped thrusting into her and looked down at her face. "Feeling good?" I asked her. "I have never felt better," she replied with a giggle. "Keep going." "I'll come soon," I said with a pant. "Go ahead and cum in me," she said. She opened her eyes and looked at me. "You do want to, don't you?" I slowly began thrusting into her again. "But what about getting pregnant?" I asked. "Are you..." "No birth control," she said. "But at this point, what does it matter?" I was sure that both of us were acting on our sexual feelings but I wanted to cum. I pulled out and turned Lilly over onto her stomach. She raised her ass into the air for me and I slid back in. I thrust deeply into her pounding my cock in and out with reckless abandon. She grunted and groaned, moaning with every thrust. I felt her contract again, a smaller orgasm rippling through her body, but enough to make her loosen herself. Work Related I could feel the welling inside me. The dizzying endorphin rush and with a final thrust I came. My cock throbbed shooting thick cum deep inside of her. She let out a throaty moan as she felt my seed splashing on her insides. She reached down and pulled on my cock squeezing the last of the cum from my slowly softening rod. I pulled out and laid down on the bed. She turned around slowly and fell next to me laying on her back looking at the ceiling. "I don't want this to end," she said. "The conference is over after tomorrow, and my flight leaves at eight the next morning." "Mine is tomorrow night," I said. I gave a long sigh before turned onto my side and looking at the hot naked body next to me. I laid my hand on her belly and ran my hands along her sweaty skin. "Where are you based?" "Wisconsin," she said. "You?" "Idaho." "Why not transfer? Wouldn't you prefer a busier life?" "I would. But I can't afford to just pick up and move." My hand followed her stomach until I reached her hips and legs. I placed my hand over her cunt and slid a finger in. "You might have to," she said. "You've more than likely gotten me pregnant." I pulled my finger out and brought the cum to her lips. She sucked my finger clean and sighed. "You intended on getting pregnant?" I asked. "You didn't seem opposed to the idea of knocking me up," she said. "After all, you did cum inside of me after I told you I'm not on birth control." Realizing that she was right, I knew things between us weren't ending. I wanted to be with her. The passion I felt, the things we enjoy, the sex! "You know," I said. "Most people date for a few months and marry before getting pregnant." "Times are different," she said. "I'm twenty-six, my clock is ticking, and I want to know the feeling of being pregnant." I committed myself right then and there. "I'll quit and move to Wisconsin," I said. "Quit?" she asked. "I've only been with the company two years. And besides, I can find work elsewhere. If anything, I can watch after our child, when he/she is born." "You're committing to me?" she asked. "Of course," I said. "We're going to have to decide when to get married." "Bah!" she said with a laugh. "Lets make sure we have a kid before we decide." Lilly leaned in and kissed me. "Mark, I think we're perfect for one another." "The sex wasn't enough of an indication?" I asked with a laugh. We curled up together and went back to sleep. Work Related Ch. 02 Work Related 2 - Date With My Ex I woke from the nicest dream I could remember in a long time. Someone had been giving my pussy the most delicious tongue-lashing I had receieved in a long time. I kept my eyes closed as I could still feel the effects of it. Peter, my ex-husband, and I had our problems during our marriage, but his ability to go down on me was always wonderful. I sighed happily and ran my hands up my sides to touch my breasts. My palms brushed over my dark aureole. I touched my forefingers to my nipples, realizing they were already stiff. Taking each nipple between a thumb and forefinger, I began to slowly roll them around and around. My breathing speeded up and I pinched them, lightly at first, and then harder and harder in time with the memory of the dream tongue caressing my open pussy. Moaning slightly, I slid one hand down over my stomach to finish myself off. My fingers touched someone's head. I was awake and the tongue was real. My eyes flew open and I frantically looked down at the brunette head between my legs. I shuddered with pleasure as I felt a long lap inside me, reaching from the bottom of my wet slit all the way up to where my clit throbbed with anticipation. The face appeared as a soft pair of lips closed over my hardened nub. A roughish brown eye winked at me. "Good morning, sunshine," Betty Craig laughed with delight at what I'm sure was a mingled look of surprise and desire, which emotions were vying for control. Her face disappeared and I felt her lips return to the hard nub I had been trying to reach with my fingers. "Good morning," I managed to gasp, almost inanely considering the circumstances. Her tongue circled my clit, tapping it, flicking against it. She pushed one, then two fingers inside me. Spreading them, she scraped along my inside walls. This was definitely superior to my own fingers I was happy to note. I bucked once. My hand had returned to my breast and I pinched and pulled my nipples in the overwhelming excitement Betty's tongue and fingers were producing in me. I lifted my hips, arching and pushing against her. With that sign of my approaching orgasm, she drove her fingers deep into my pussy, reaching the spongy spot. At the same time her lips closed over my clit and squeezed. "BETTY," I all but screamed as I twisted my nipples and came in one long shuddering spasm. I collapsed back onto the bed as a series of aftershocks ran through my body. When I forced my eyes open again, Betty was kneeling between my still outstretched legs. Her eyes sparkled. "Now THAT'S the way to wake up a friend in the morning." She climbed up the bed and kissed me, slipping her tongue into my mouth. "Tastes great doesn't it? Mine did after you ate me last night." She hopped up from the bed and sat in one of the overstuffed chairs in the hotel room. I realized that she was already dressed, except for the low heels she favored. As she pulled them on, she looked back over at me and smiled. "That was fun. I was going to quietly slip out to work, but you had rolled on your back and your legs were already parted." She giggled. "It just seemed like a good opportunity." She walked over to the bed and kissed me, this time softly. "Call me sometime. Heck, call me Sunday. I want to know how this date with your ex-husband goes. He sounds like a great guy. If you don't want him send him my way." I was about to protest that I wasn't having a date with Peter, just supper. But then I hadn't realized that Betty and I were out on a date at first either. So I did something neither my parents nor my ex would have believed. I smiled and kept my mouth shut. Betty settled her shoulder bag and picked up her briefcase. "Be careful going home Sherry." She blew me a kiss and was gone. I stretched again and looked at the clock by the bed. Holy cow I needed to get moving. I took a quick shower, dressed and got everything into the back of my car. Betty would be staying there another day and her company was paying for the room, so I pulled the door closed and left. The drive home went quickly. My mind replayed the events of the last 24 hours and the delicious introduction I had received to sex with another woman. That was definitely going to happen again, with Betty or with some other female. AT the same time my mind kept straying to tomorrow night, and my dinner date with Peter. I wondered how he might react to a retelling of my sapphic night with Betty. I had no doubt that once he would have thrown things and screamed about it. Now? Well, I wasn't ready to tell him yet, but I thought he would be much more accepting and understanding. Perhaps even... I decided to finish that thought another day. Once home and unpacked, I rushed to the office. I handled the slight pileup of work, including that which wasn't my responsibility but that I did anyway. By 6 PM everything was done. I got home, relaxed for a while and went to bed, thinking of the night before and wondering about the night to come. I spent Saturday cleaning house and working in the garden. I took a nap in the early afternoon and then began to get ready. I had chosen a basic black dress that left my arms bare and fell to just above my knees. I had already picked out shoes and stockings and jewelry to match before my trip. I had just finished my makeup and was putting my earrings in when the door rang. I opened the door and was surprised to find a bouquet of flowers thrust at me. A cheerful "Hey there good lookin'," was practically muffled by the size of the arrangement. "Hey yourself," I replied as I buried my face into the fragrance of the blossoms. Lowering them I smiled. "Carnations, always my favorite. Come on in Peter." I went off to the kitchen, found an empty vase under the sink and arranged the flowers in it. I carried it to my dinning table and stepped back and admired it. Turning around I also admired Peter. I swear, he was even more broad-shouldered than I remembered. Gray slacks, with a open collared white shirt and a sport jacket. I remembered how he used to always wear a tightly knotted tie pulled exactly into the center of his collar. I definitely liked the open shirt better. It went well with the warm smile on his face. "Thank you, Peter. Wow, you look so good tonight." "You're welcome, Sherry. And you look great yourself. Shall we go? I have reservations at The Captain's House for seven." Apparently Peter was a familiar fixture at one of the city's best restaurants. The maitre'd called him by name and seated us immediately. The waiter took my drink order and returned with it and with a drink Peter had never even ordered. "My, oh my," I teased him. "Looks like you're in in-thing around here." "Local writer makes good," he all but orated. Then he grinned. Its fun and I'm enjoying it. In another month someone else will be the flavor of the week but until then I'm grabbing all the perks I can." I liked the way he had answered. He was obviously happy about his success and enjoying it. At the same time, it hadn't gone to his head. He was friendly with the waiter and even stopped a passing waitress to ask about a recent illness in her family he had heard of. By the minute I was growing fonder and fonder of the new Peter. I realized that actually the "New Peter", wasn't new. He was back to being the young, happy guy I had first met so many years ago. Warm, friendly, interested in everyone and everything. I knew that I had been responsible for the loss of a lot of that when we were married. Instead of supporting him I had been too busy wanting things, and to fulfill that he had gone into a profession that, as good as he was at it, he was completely unsuited for. Now he was happy, and I was very glad he was. We ate, had some wine, and then the music started. Peter rose, came around the table and asked, "May I have this dance?" He slid my chair out as I stood up and we walked hand in hand to the floor. Dancing with Peter had always been nice. Together we weren't winning any contests but we fit well and had a good time. The pace slowed and I slipped into his arms for a slow dance. His arms circled me and we slowly swayed along the floor. I nestled my head against his shoulder and happily closed my eyes, lost in the moment. The music stopped and I lifted my face to his. He kissed me, just a touch of lips, but with the promise of so much more. I knew my eyes sparkled. In sheer joy I spun around, and collided with a waiter carrying a loaded serving tray. Everything moved in slow motion. The waiter made a desperate attempt to hold the tray. I tried to steady him. Peter sprang forward to catch the edge of the tray. There was one frozen moment when it appeared everything was saved, and then the loaded gravy boat slid to the edge of the tray and poured its contents down Peter. "Sumbitch," Peter gasped. Oh my god, oh my god," I moaned. I hurriedly grabbed the napkins from the table and tried in vain to dab him clean. It was a hopeless effort, he was covered in the sauce. Overcome by the unbelievable breaking of the mood, I barely managed to stifle a wild desire to giggle, jamming my knuckles in my mouth. At the same time, I thought I saw a twinkle in Peter's eyes as he surveyed the wreckage of his attire. Taking only a few moments to pay the bill and reassure the waiter and the host that in no way was any of this their fault, we hurried out of the restaurant and to the car. The waiter suddenly appeared with a clean table cloth and covered the driver's seat. Peter thanked him warmly. Then of all things, he walked around to the passenger side and held the door open for me until I was seated. He started the car and we went off. I sat speechless in my seat. Feeling how uncomfortable I was, he smiled at me at the first red light, "Sherry, it was an accident. And if you keep trying to hold that laugh in you're going to bust." I did laugh. I couldn't help it. Then I tried to do something to salvage the situation. "Your place, now, Peter. You need to get out of those wet clothes..." "... and into a dry martini," he finished. "Well its one way of luring you back to my new place." The new place turned out to be a condo overlooking the river. It was beautiful, but all I was concerned about was getting Peter inside and trying to save his clothes. I rushed Peter inside the door. He threw back his head and laughed aloud as I pulled his stained shirt from his trousers. "Sherry, I've been thinking about you undressing me, but this was hardly the scenario I had in mind. I was thinking about champagne and soft lights and more flowers; not sticky sauces dripping down my clothing." I tugged his t-shirt over his head and his voice muffled. "However, whatever works." My heart warmed at his joking words and his broad smile. Once upon a time he would have been coldly furious at what had happened. His voice would have dripped with sarcasm. Now he teased me and could laugh at the whole thing. How wonderful. I leered at him and shook my finger in front of his face. "Yeah, yeah, you wish. Now get into the bathroom." I gave him a push on the shoulder. "Pass me those slacks out Peter and jump in the shower. I'll start soaking everything to keep the stains from setting. Where's your washing machine?" He told me. After passing everything out the almost closed door to me, I scurried down past the kitchen and found his laundry room. I treated the stains and laid the clothes carefully into the big sink I found by the washer and dryer. I stopped in the kitchen on the way back and checked the refrigerator for something to drink. I smile. There indeed was a bottle of champagne there. I wondered if he had bought it for a possible late night with me. I hoped he had. I debated taking the bottle out and opening it, then thought better of it. Things were going so well in spite of, or perhaps even because of, the silly accident. I didn't want to push things too fast. I really liked Peter so much better now, and hoped that he had found the changes in me good also. I grinned. One thing hadn't changed. His eyes still spent a lot of time below my neck. One other thing had improved. When I came back to the bathroom door I heard his tenor voice singing cheerfully. I wondered if he taken lessons, because he was actually singing on key. I leaned against the door frame. The evening had brought back a lot of happy memories from when Peter and I had first been married. Back then it had been the give and take that every couple needs to develop in order to make it. We were both much more mature and understanding of each other now. I heard Peter start to hum. Based on those years together, I knew that meant he had started to shampoo his hair. A wicked thought crossed my mind. I hesitated. Should I? Peter and I had become friends in a way I never would have believed and I didn't want to ruin it. One of the things my night with Betty had shown me was to grab opportunities as they were presented. My dress fell to the floor, to be rapidly joined by my shoes, pantyhose and my bra. I carefully opened the door, slowly, trying not to let any sudden change in temperature warn Peter. I saw his tub had a shower curtain instead of an enclosure. Good, if I was very careful I could sneak in. The closer I got before he knew I was there the better the surprise would be. My heart was pounding in my chest. I could feel the huge grin on my face. I peeked quickly. Wonderful. He had his back to the water stream and his eyes closed as his fingers worked the shampoo into his hair. Barely moving the curtain, I slipped in. My fingers started to reach for his cock. Neither completely flaccid nor erect, it was beginning to lift just a little. I smothered a giggle as I wondered if he was thinking about me. I stopped before I touched him, an even more daring idea coming to me. Since he still hadn't realized my presence I wanted to give him the greatest surprise I could. I sank to my knees. My head darted forward. In one swift motion, I plunged my lips over his cock, sucking deeply as I captured his entire length into my mouth. His reaction was all I could have hoped for and more. He gave a strangled yell, his eyes popped open and he frantically looked down. In the next moment he was trying to dance wildly, yelling "Sherry!" and "I've got soap in my eyes!". I refused to let go, regardless of his gyrations. Grabbing his hips to hold him steady, I began to slide my lips up and down the rapidly growing length of his cock. When only the helmet remained in my lips I took an instant to lick the slit. Then I plunged his shaft back down inside my wet, warm mouth until I felt him fully in. I sucked hard, my cheeks hollowing from the force of my suction. His cock rose to meet my efforts. Peter's head was all the way back into the stream of water, trying to flush his eyes. I could taste the soap and shampoo on his body, particularly when I released his cock long enough to suck his balls. Then his hands were on top of my head, guiding my eager mouth back to his rigid cock. The warm water cascaded all over us. I began to bob my head, taking more of his shaft into my mouth with each down stroke. Peter's hands dropped on my head, his fingers running through my wet hair. For a second he gripped my head and then he suddenly snatched his hands away. Surprised, I released him and leaned back. I had been holding his balls cupped in my left hand. I continued to stroke them lightly as I looked up. "Peter, what's wrong?" "Oh my God, Sherry, nothing. Its so good I was going over the edge." I saw him blush slightly through the steam. "I was going to, I mean I wanted to, I wanted to grab your head and just fuck your mouth. But I didn't want to act like that. Forcing you, I mean. You're giving me such pleasure and the last thing I want to do is act the ass." "My Lord," I thought. How far we have come since those spiteful latter years of our marriage. At one time he would have simply acted on impulse, not caring of my feelings. I would have reciprocated by acting the martyr and then bitching about his lack of concern for a month. Now he thought of me first. "Pete?" When he looked back down, I grinned. "Fuck away, darling." I took his cock back into my mouth and pushed my head forward, gobbling all I could. With a deep moan, he returned his hands to my head. He held me in a firm grip as his hips began to slowly rock back and forth. Each time he pushed forward I tried to meet him with a quick dip of my head. His cock worked its way farther and farther down my mouth, touching the back of my throat. It throbbed in my mouth. I met his next thrust with a head slam, feeling him lodge in my throat. The we both went wild. His hips heaved forward, driving himself in as though my mouth and throat was my pussy. He rammed my head against him until my nose hit his groin and his balls slapped against my chin. I felt his rock hard cock began to swell. I squeezed his balls, my other hand buried between my legs. That hand blurred as I whipped my clit, bringing me to the point of orgasm even as I heard him cry out wildly. "Sherry, oh God, baby, I'm cumming." His pulsating cock filled my mouth and with one last effort he slammed forward until the head popped completely into my throat. An explosion of cum ran down my throat. Whether I wanted to swallow or not was moot. There was no choice. I gulped frantically, trying to keep pace with the flow of his salty cream, and still be able to breath. At the same time my masturbating fingers brought me to my own orgasm. When we finally calmed down, we took turns scrubbing each other. Mingled with kisses and the occasional squeeze, we finally ran the hot water out. We dressed fetchingly in matching towels and headed for the kitchen. Peter opened the champagne bottle while I found the glasses. "How about a toast, Sherry?" "Sounds great. What should we drink to?" "Well, I almost was going to make a smart-ass remark about what just happened in the shower. But that wouldn't be at all what I'm thinking. How about to a night that turned out better than I ever hoped it could have been?" I smiled. "To a great night." We sipped our glasses. Our eyes stayed on each other. Peter set his glass down. "Sherry, this night wasn't great just because you surprised me in the shower or because of the sex together." He grinned. "Although that was pretty darn fantastic." Turning serious again, "It was great because of the wonderful talk we had, because of the way you felt in my arms when we dance, because of how beautiful you look here with your hair wet around your shoulders. It was great because you're here and I haven't felt so close to you since we were teenagers." "Wow," I let my breath out with a rush. "How did I ever let you get away from me?" "Oh, the model you got rid of needed a lot of growing up and some serious adjustments. I regret that it took our divorce to make me do that." "It wasn't just you, Peter. I still thought I was the football team cheerleader and that was sufficient. We've both grown a lot." I gathered my thoughts. "I want to see more of you Peter, a lot more. But let's take our time. I like where this is leading us, but I want to get to know all of the new you." "And I want to get to know you, Sherry, like I never did before." He smiled. "So what do we do first?" I pulled the towel from around my body. Dropping it to the floor, I set my glass on the counter and turned towards the hallway. I looked back over my shoulder, wiggled my body and winked at him. "First? Let's go to bed." I heard his feet scuff behind me and I ran down the hallway. I knew he was right behind me. (The End) Work Related Ch. 03 After the unexpected but completely satisfying evening, night and following morning with my ex-husband Peter, I had four options. As my first choice, I would have been very happy to remain in his condo with him, preferably with him in his bed. My second choice was to rush to South Carolina, share the good news with Betty, and maybe share something else too. Third, and in some ways the option I desired the most, was to sleep for about a week. Well, none of those were possible. Peter was headed off on a book tour and the arrangements precluded me from accompanying him. Betty was at her corporate headquarters for two weeks. And Sleep, while wonderful, assumes that the bills have already been paid to date. They weren't. That left my fourth, and by far my least favorite, option. I went back to work. In one way it was good that we were busier than usual for this time of year. It kept me hopping from one job to another, usually assisting Tommy or one of the other managers. However we had a rash of first line supervisors deciding they had found better jobs. The result of that bit of trivia was that I was asked to fill in "temporarily" as a store runner. Since management met my requests for a pay raise and a perk or two, I decided to do it. I wanted to stay busy because I wasn't sure what to think about Peter and I. The sex in the shower had been great fun. The love making in the bedroom had been wonderful. To quote a popular commercial, waking up in his arms: "priceless". I wasn't sure what it all meant, and neither was he. I certainly didn't want to ruin the friendship that had sprung up between us. For two people who had formed the habit of discussing most things at length, including our failed marriage, the subject of "us" seemed to bring on awkwardness and hemming and hawing. I thought both of us wanted something more, but weren't sure how to exactly bring the idea into the open. Perhaps the break would allow us to consider what was going to come next. So here it was, a Saturday night and I was working. An upscale woman's boutique in an upscale mall in an upscale area of the city. Not an enormous amount of stock. What there was had to be carefully inventoried as there was not an inexpensive item in the house. I was fortunate to have only experienced auditors working for me that night, so after a brief discussion with the store manager and my crew, we went to work. Following the awakening of the previously unknown part of me that found other women attractive, I kept my eyes on one of the clerks assisting in running down the stock numbers of the items that had lost their tags. She was about 25, blonde, with a short red dress that accentuated her nice figure and showed off her legs. I certainly had no intention of making a pass at her but she gave me something to rest my eyes on when they began to turn red from reading the long lines on the printouts that my laptop was spewing. No wonder everyone who did this a lot wore glasses. I smiled to myself as I saw that I wasn't the only person girl watching. Two of my young male auditors were all but drooling whenever the blonde passed by. I didn't think they were actually discarding merchandise tags so as to have an excuse to have her come over to them but they were very pleased when the opportunity arose. I passed them once on the way to the manager's office and overheard them quietly discussing how much they would each like to get her alone, in bed or almost anywhere else. I burst out laughing when I had heard one of them say that to the other. Generally they kept an eye out for me while discussing girls, both because the company discourages idle chit chat at work and to avoid embarrassing me. Apparently they imagined I was too old to realize people talked about sex. As cute as it was, I was willing to bet I could shock them, not the other way around. Especially with the way my life had been running lately. I couldn't resist it though. I paused by them and they both immediately shut up and looked guilty. "Think of how she would look on the big wooden desk in the manager's office while you're at it why don't you?" I actually giggled when both of them stood there with their mouths open and nothing coming out. I don't often get to make a guys speechless, much less two. I was still chuckling to myself when I reached the office in the back room. "What's so funny Sherry?" asked Angela, the store manager. "Two of my guys, Chris and Adam, are enthralled with one of your salespersons. I just couldn't resist a remark to them." She grinned back. "I noticed. Well, boys will be boys. Dianna is very attractive. Too bad she has a husband who's about the size of both of them put together." Further discussion was interrupted momentarily as I was startled by the driving beat of nearby music. "What in the world?" Angela laughed. "There's a club just around the corner. Of course normally by the time they get started rocking we're all gone." "Well, maybe we can go there after we get done." I replied in jest. "You never know," replied Angela, a smile dancing around the corners of her mouth. Initially I didn't think anything at all of Angela's comments. We discussed how the inventory was going and agreed that another hour would probably see us through. I headed back out to the sales floor and got to work on the laptop transmitting what we had done so far. Maybe it was the effect of my experience with Betty. Maybe it was a touch of, what had she called it? Gaydar? There had been something in Angela's voice when she mentioned how attractive Dianna was. And she hadn't said "Too bad for them". She had just said "Too bad." The next time Angela came out of her office I stopped paying surreptitious attention to Dianna and instead watched Angela. She was about my age, early thirties, with long straight brown hair. She was attractive, although not really beautiful. Then, I never considered myself in that category either. She was wearing a sleeveless gray pullover top, that didn't do much to hide her black bra, nor the nice set of breasts it held. She was barefoot, having pulled off her black low heeled sandals hours ago. A pair of jeans, ragged at the end of the legs, completed the outfit I was pretty sure wasn't what she normally wore at work. I rapidly checked each member of my crew to make sure their counts were accurate. I started to return to the sales counter where I had my laptop set up. Angela was there, explaining something to one of her other associates. She turned to put the papers she had been using back on the counter and several of them slipped from her grasp and disappeared. She mumbled and leaned over the counter to try to retrieve them. I absolutely stopped dead in my tracks. Up on her toes, her jeans had pulled taunt over a full, rounded bottom that absolutely made my mouth water. No skinny girl's ass, it was definitely that of a woman. I actually found my hand beginning to reach out in an involuntary attempt to touch her. I shook my head in almost disbelief. "Holy COW, Sherry, get hold of yourself," I scolded myself. Angela squirmed off the counter and turned, the papers triumphantly in her hand. When she did her head came up and she looked directly at me. I blushed. I couldn't believe it but I actually did blush. Angela didn't react at all. When I came up to the counter she merely started discussing a couple of discrepancies she had discovered. She didn't seem to act shocked, or even aware for that matter, that I had been pretty well caught staring at her. I regained control of myself with an inward sigh of relief. I might be a lot more adventurous now but I wasn't prepared to be quite as daring as Betty was. She would have probably found a way to kiss Angela before the night was over and discover if the vibrations Angela might be giving off were real or only a product of her imagination. I smiled when I thought of Betty. I smiled broadly when I realized that I was acting as bad as my two young guys. I was willing to bet I suddenly I was matching them fantasy for fantasy. Hopefully I wasn't as obvious as they were. I pulled myself together and managed to return to some semblance of normalcy. The actual counting process of the inventory finally ended. I rapidly checked that everyone had put their equipment up and let everyone go. Angela let her people clock out also, with a reminder to rest up over Sunday so they could all be bright and eager on Monday. Poor Chris and Adam. They rushed out the door after Dianna, only to be brought up short as she jumped into the arms of a man who was very large indeed. After locking the door, Angela came back towards me. She was all but biting her lip to keep from laughing. I was doing exactly the same thing. When our eyes met we couldn't hold it back anymore and we both broke into deep belly laughs. Wiping the tears from my eyes, I looked at Angela. "Oh golly, what it was like to be their age!" "I know." She smiled. My over active senses woke again at the feeling she was hiding something in that smile. "I like being grown up though. You know more about yourself and about other people." With that remark she headed back into her office. I managed to finish running all the documents and pack everything up. I gathered the forms together into a folder for her and one for me and headed to the office myself. The music seemed louder now, but I couldn't identify anything except the beat. The bass was powerful and I felt my heart pick up to its tempo. When I came in, Angela was standing beside her desk. A stunning dress was hung on a display rack next to her. Her fingers were touching the material wistfully. "Its beautiful." I remarked. She jumped slightly and looked at me, her hand falling away from the dress. "It would look amazing on you." "Thanks," she smiled ruefully. "I never seem to get out so I don't know where I would wear it. Besides, I think its a bit too much for me. I really am a jeans and blouse girl." "Well," I remarked as I put the folders on the edge of her desk. "I think it would be sensational. But you are right about one thing, you definitely look great in jeans." I didn't even realize those words were coming out of my mouth until they were hanging in the air. I know this time I turned completely crimson. Angela ignored my embarrassment. "Really?" She turned in a slow circle and my eyes locked on to her bottom. She stood half facing me, half turned away, her head looking over her shoulder at me. A look was smoldering in her eyes that I had seen only once before. I swallowed. Now, was I prepared to be as determined as Betty had been? I took three slow steps towards Angela. She didn't move. I stood right beside her and this time I didn't stop my hand as it rested on her hip. She still didn't move. Our eyes held each other. I could feel my breath quickening. I slide my hand over onto the bottom I had been dreaming about for the last couple of hours. The other hand stole around her waist and I brought my lips to hers. For the second time I savored the touch of another woman's lips on mine. Our mouths opened and my tongue found its way over hers and inside her mouth. I pulled her against me with the hand that was in the small of her back. My other hand kneaded her ass, squeezing the full cheeks though the denim. Angela moaned and I moaned with her. This time I was the aggressor. My hands caught the hem of her top and pulled it over her head, revealing the low-cut black lace bra underneath. I pushed her back against the edge of her desk, my hands fumbling behind her for the catch. I ran my lips over her neck and down her chest, reaching the valley between her breasts just as her bra gave way. My tongue drew down between her 36C mounds, tracing left and right under them and then seeking the jutting pink tips. Her hands pulled frantically at the back of my blouse. She managed to drag it out of my slacks and get it far enough up to unfasten my bra before my mouth swallowed her left breast. She abandoned undressing me to clutch my head, holding it to her as I sucked deeply on her. My mouth went back and forth from one beautiful breast to the other. I drank each one in turn, letting it slowly escape from my suction until I could grasp the nipple in my lips. A vigorous shake of my head gave rise to louder and louder moans from Angela. Once again my hands sought the back of her jeans. This time my fingers plunged inside them, inside her panties, running over the warm globes of her ass. Somehow she had unsnapped the top button, giving me access. My lips left her breasts after I blew over the wet tips, seeing the nipples crinkle as the cool air covered them. I was halfway to my knees, kissing the soft ring of her tummy, my tongue licking inside her navel. I pulled down, dragging her jeans and panties down her legs. Her hands supported her against the desk top. She lifted herself, allowing me to slide her clothes off her. As soon as they cleared her pointing toes I threw the jeans and her wet white cotton panties to one side. Fully on my knees now, I shrugged out of my own blouse and bra. Angela boosted herself onto the edge of the desk as I tore open my own slacks, getting them and my panties as far down as I could without getting up. My lips passed over the swell of her mound reaching the full damp bush that marked the junction of her legs. One of her hands remained on my head, urging me towards her pussy. The other disappeared from my sight and feel as she leaned back onto the desk top. I kissed the inside of each thigh, then lifted her legs over my shoulders and buried my face in between her legs. My tongue dipped right inside her in the first push. She squealed, the noise completely covered by the nearby music. Her ankles crossed, pinning my head delightfully between her full thighs. No skinny teenager was Angela, but a full grown woman. I thrust my tongue as deeply inside her as I could, then withdrew it to lap wildly up and down the open pink slit in front of me. Angela arched her back, squeezing my head between her legs. Clattering noises managed to reach my ears, which somehow I vaguely recognized as her fumbling in a desk drawer. My fingers were trying to touch every square inch of her full womanly ass even as I licked up the increasing wetness flowing from her pussy into my mouth. "Sherry, oh God Sherry," Angela gasped. "I saw you, I saw you watching me. I saw you watching my ass. I knew you wanted it, wanted me." I felt her sit up slightly and something was passed under her and pressed into my hand. Even as I recognized it for what it was, I heard her beg me, "Sherry, fuck my ass." I moved upwards along her slit. My tongue dipped under her hood and began to tease her clit. I took the dildo in one hand and ran the rounded head along where I had just been eating her. A twist of my hand and it sank inside her. I rocked it back and forth to the accompaniment of her cries, wetting it thoroughly. Then I slowly slid it down the line between her pussy and her ass until it reached the puckered dark hole. I felt her hips heave up and her hands pulled her cheeks apart. I rubbed the head of the dildo in a slow tiny circle against her anal opening, teasing her, even as I lightly tapped her swollen clit with my tongue tip. Her pleas became faster and louder. "Tell me what you want Angela," I demanded. "Sherry," she all but wailed, "Fuck ME." That was all the encouragement I needed. In one long motion I dropped my free hand between my own legs, plunging two fingers inside my own aching pussy even as my thumb rubbed my clit. I took her pulsating nubbin in my lips and sucked it. Finally, one heave of my arm drove the dildo up her ass. "Holy FUCK," screamed Angela. Her body arched until her shoulders on the desk and her thighs clamped on my shoulders were all that was touching. I thought she was going to smother me with her pussy mashed against my face. I didn't care. I licked and flicked and sucked her clit while I frantically whipped my own. Her cries rose so loudly I was sure we were going to be heard as I drove the dildo in and out of her ass with all the strength my arm could muster. It couldn't last long. It didn't. I screamed wildly into Angela's pussy as I came. I almost drowned as for the first time in my life another woman actually squirted when she orgasmed. I could taste her woman juices flooding into my mouth and down my throat as I gave one last heave and buried the dildo in her until there was just enough for my fingers to grasp. Somehow, someway, we managed to crawl together onto the desk. I kissed her weakly and we cuddled. Papers of all kinds, including the inventory results, ended up on the floor. Angela managed to pillow her head on my shoulder. "Wow." She looked up at me. "When we have our strength back, how about it? Want to take me home and start over again in a bed?" It took me about 3 seconds to answer. The answer, of course, was "Hell, YES!" (The End) Work Related Ch. 04 "Details, girlfriend! I told you I wanted details." I laughed at the irrepressible voice on the phone. Betty Craig was one of a kind. She had introduced me to a new and delightful side of myself recently. Far from being at all jealous that I had gone from her arms to first those of my ex-husband, and then to another woman, she seemed excited. "For a woman that only a few weeks ago was astounded at the idea of being on a date with another female, you certainly have come out of your shell, Sherry Andersen!" she exclaimed. "We'll discuss your little office experience another time, but right now I want to hear about you and Peter." I had been regaling her with the description of catching Peter unaware in the shower and the fantastic sex we had, both in the shower and when he caught up to me in his bedroom. She had been hanging on each word, supplying eager comments that seemed to indicate she was enjoying listening as much as I was enjoying retelling the night. "He pulled the towel off me just as I came through the doorway. His had disappeared somewhere down the hall. When he drew me in and kissed me, I threw my arms around his neck and then my legs around his waist as he grabbed my thighs. One heave up and then he just dropped me right down on his cock." "Woooohooooooo," Betty whooped. "Is it big Sherry? Did it fill you up." "God did it ever, Betty. Every step he took towards the bed bounced me up and down. I was pulling myself up each time so my breast rubbed over his face and then letting myself fall back on him. Peter would flick my nipple each time with his tongue. I would twist my body so each time he tongue the other breast." The realization struck me that Betty's breathing in my ear was rapid and heavy. Her sentences were mumbled and becoming more of moans than words. In fact, I could have sworn... "Betty! Are you, I mean are we, I mean," my voice faltered. "Do you mean are we having phone sex, lover?" I could all but see Betty's grin. "I'm sitting at my desk with my skirt up around my hips, the phone cradled on my shoulder and my fingers between my legs. So talk to me Sherry. Tell me about Peter's cock in you. Let me imagine he's fucking me." I was in the kitchen talking on the portable phone. As I continued my recitation I all but sprinted down the hallway to the bedroom. I flopped on my back on the bed, one hand opening my slacks and diving under my panties. "Mmmm, you'd like him fucking you Betty. He dropped me on the bed and fell right on top of me without losing a stroke. He hooked his toes under the foot rail and proceeded to pound the hell out of me." My slacks slid down my hips and my fingers plunged inside of my pussy. "Think of him fucking me, then suddenly switching and fucking you." A strangled gasp from the other end of the phone told me she was indeed imagining it. "Think of him slamming that big cock in you. Hard and deep. You can't talk because I'm sitting on your face. Your pussy is filled and you're filling mine with your tongue. You're trying to scream, to beg him to hammer you but you can't because you mouth in closed onto my clit. You're sucking it and fingering me and then you hear him cry out and ram all the way up inside you, the head hitting your spot. He cries out like you do and then a rush of hot cum fills your pussy and my juices pour into your mouth." "Oh fuckkkkk," came over the phone. "My god, Sherry I'm coming." "Me too," I groaned. And I was. Spasms ran through my body as my mind pictured Betty's fingers where mine were and her squealing into me from Peter fucking her. A minute or two of silence was followed by a giggle, broken somewhat as Betty tried to catch her breath. "Damn you give good phone Sherry." Now I'm even more eager to see you when I get down there. Please tell me you'll find time enough to at least have dinner with me the weekend after next. As we discussed the details of her projected visit, a thought kept returning to my mind. I wondered if somehow I could turn our phone fantasy into reality? Over the next 10 days I continued to think about that. I spoke to Betty a of couple times but never quite could bring the subject up. I saw Peter almost every day. Several of those days I saw him first thing in the morning when I opened my eyes. Our relationship had continued to grow back together. Who would have thought after a bitter divorce that we would find ourselves so close again? My feelings were that Betty, delightful creature that she was, would probably need no convincing at all. It was Peter I wondered about. I knew how much he had changed, but I didn't know if he had changed that much. It was silly in a way. I never stopped to think about how much I myself had changed over just the space of six weeks. Not that I had stayed celibate since Peter and I had parted ways. But until I met Betty I had never entertained fantasies about other women. Twice in the space of a month I had made love with a woman and enjoyed it immensely. A lucky accident had reawakened Peter's and my sex life and it was at a high it had never reached during our marriage. Still though, I wanted to have some idea that his old stuffy self wouldn't suddenly reappear if I carried out my idea. I came up with a solution. We had once or twice watched some soft porn while lazing around his condo. The night before Betty was due to arrive I slipped in a disc that contained two Male/Female/Female scenes. Then I snuggled against him and waited for the reaction. I figured I would make my judgment based on the size of the bulge in his slacks. The first girl/guy scene was quite satisfactory. The first MFF scene began with a seduction of one woman by the other. I found I was getting quite excited and my mind was putting the faces of Betty and I or Angela and I on the actresses. In fact, I was turned on to the point I had to wrench my attention back to Peter. Yum. His erection was really getting big. How he was keeping his hands off it I don't know. Hell, how I was keeping MY hands off it I wasn't sure, except that I had to see how he reacted as the scene went on. I turned my eyes, one of them anyway, back to the screen. The guy had made his appearance. Like most porn stars he had a huge cock. Although appealing in itself, it ain't the size of the wand after all. He did demonstrate he was good at using it though, plunging immediately past one girl's lips into the pussy she had been licking. Damn, that was hot. Then Peter took my hand and put it on his stiff cock. Holy cow, it was huge. Well, I hoped that had answered that question. In the meantime I hastily unzipped his slacks and pulled that hardon out. I wasn't going to waste it on my hand, so I leaned over and smothered it in my mouth. Peter pulled my halfway into his lap while I sucked his cock. It seemed I must have already been busy myself, for his hand traveled over my ass, pulling my shorts and panties down. I must have already opened the top of my shorts without knowing it. I could already feel him swelling as my lips slid all the way down over him and locked when his balls hit my chin. His fingers slid inside my wet pussy. We were both turned on so much that it took no time at all. He fingered me to a lovely climax, aided and abetted by the load his cock delivered down my throat. Well, that answered THAT. Saturday night I ushered Peter into the bedroom at my place. I told him I had a surprise, undoing the top of my short black dress. He grinned and reached for me. "Nonononono, please." I skipped back. I took his hand and led him to the bed. I let my dress fall to my ankles, showing I had nothing on under it. His eyes widened. "You've been like that all night? At the restaurant?" "Yes. Like it?" his response was what I wanted. It looked like he had a flagpole between his legs. I unfasten his trousers and managed to work them and his shorts over his down his legs, while he fought his way out of his shirt. I resisted the urge to take him in my mouth once he was nude. Instead, I touched him, my fingers caressing the head. "Lay down on the bed babe and close your eyes." "Please, honey. No peeking," I whispered to Peter as he carefully stretched out on the bed. MY fingers continued to slide along his shaft, sinking down it length to the wrinkled ball sack. I kissed him, while I waved with my other hand to where the closet door was cracked. Betty appeared in the corner of my eye, moving slowly and carefully. Her eyes were shinning in anticipation and she was already rubbing herself. She stood right beside me, ready for the next stage. I brought my face up from Peter's and winked at her. I couldn't resist it. I planted a quick kiss between her legs before I stood up. In one quick motion Betty swung herself onto the bed. She knelt over Peter, facing the foot of the bed. She caught up his hands and put them on her breasts as she settled herself down on top of his face. He responded instantly. His face turned up a bit under her and he began to lick her pussy, alternating long strokes of his tongue with quick, short jabs. Betty was already starting to bounce slightly up and down. Her hands covered his and directed the motion of his palms against her nipples. I leaned in to make sure my voice was in the right place. "Oh yes, Peter," I took a deep audible breath, making it almost a gasp. "Please darling, eat my pussy. You sweet man, I love what you're doing." I turned my head and darted my own tongue inside Betty's ear. She stiffened even more and as I slipped away to move down the bed she mouthed "I'll get you". I managed to muffle a giggle. I watched Betty enjoy the actions of Peter's tongue and fingers. Damn, it really was hot, watching my sexy ex-husband eating the same pussy that I had munched on only weeks ago and that I planned to be licking again before the night was over. Peter's cock stood straight up in the air. My fingers were already rubbing my wide open slit. I moved closer, my mouth dry, my heart hammering. Betty was uttering soft moans as Peter's tongue ran up and down her pussy. I knew any moment he might realize her voice was not mine, much less tha fact that Betty's breasts were smaller and perkier than mine. I was dripping from the sight. I knelt on the bed. The shifting of the weight made Peter jerk. Before he could react I swung my leg over him. Grasping his cock I positioned it and dropped myself right on top of him. "Holy SHIT!" Peter yelled in shock. His eyes popped open, tried to focus on Betty's open pussy right over him and finally landed on me. He flailed about on the bed, adding to my enjoyment of the situation. Betty seemed to appreciate his gyrations too, as she firmly mashed her pussy down on his face. "Don't stop now for God's sake," she yelled. She reached behind herself, bracing her hands on her tight little ass and wiggled wildly. Peter, not knowing what the hell was going on but willing to do his part of whatever it was, was back in action. From my position facing the two of them I could see his mouth cover her sparsely furred pussy. How he was managing to bob his head with her right down on top of him I didn't know, but he was. From when he did me in that fashion I knew his tongue was flying up and down her pussy. Speaking of bobbing, I started riding up and down on Peter's cock. Since my legs were doing all the work I wanted my hands to be busy. I reached out and took one of Betty's breasts in each hand. My fingers gently stroked the small firm globes while my thumbs immediately began to roll her stiff nipples in rapid little circles. Betty groaned again and all but grabbed my own larger breasts in return. She firmly grasped my nipples between her fingers and started pinching them. At first she was barely squeezing, but as the three of us all built towards our orgasms her grasp grew tighter and tighter. She gave one of her patented yells to announce her cumming and mashed my nipples flat between her fingers. That and the first explosion of Peter's seed inside me was more than enough to push me over the edge. When the shaking and shuddering let up enough for conscious thought I discovered that Betty and I had ended up in each other's arms, with Peter pretty much holding both of us. Our faces were all close enough for me to kiss them both, so I did. I giggled aloud at the dazed expression on Peter's face. "Peter, this is Betty." I ran my fingers down over her side and then between her legs." She jumped and then laughed. "Now we have something new in common Peter." He raised his eyebrows in question and I continued. "Now we've both eaten Betty's pussy." It shouldn't have surprised me at all, but the new Peter just gave a shit-eating grin. "Well then," he said. "Betty, I'm Peter, Sherry's ex and I'm very glad to have 'et you'." Then he yelped as both Betty and I smacked him. "What?" he mocked complained. "Speaking of eating." I suddenly pushed Betty on to her back. "My turn damn it. I hope you left enough for me Peter." Betty grinned and pulled a pillow under her hips and opened her legs, bending her knees and planting her feet. I lowered my head to her. She took my ears in a gentle grip and guided me in. "Right there, baby," she sighed happily. "Let's see who is better." I gave it my best shot. I ran my hands over her hips and then up her flat belly to her breasts. They had felt wonderful in my hands before and they did again. Her pussy lips were already puffed from Peter's tongue and mouth. I carefully nibbled them, knowing how sensitive they would be. Betty's moan of delight, and the force she used to pull my face into her assured me they were. I was rubbing Betty's nipples with the palms of my hands, moving them around and around in circles. Her pussy was already soaked from Peter, and I strove to lick up all the traces of wetness left by her first orgasm. I was wondering where Peter was when his hands began to run over my hips and ass. I was flat on my tummy with my face immersed in Betty's sweet pussy. He pulled me up to my knees and then settled in behind me. His hands started at my shoulders, firmly massaging inch by inch down my back. He bent over me from his position behind me and whispered. "My, my, my. Look at my beautiful ex-wife eat pussy. Aren't you the sexiest woman I've ever known." Well I couldn't and wouldn't disagree with that statement. I could feel his cock was hard again. His hands reached my ass and then one left my body to guide the head of his cock down between my ass cheeks. For just a moment he pushed against my dark hole, then he moved on to wiggle the tip up and down my still soaked pussy. "Ahh, yes," He moaned as he gave one long thrust with his hips and his cock slid back inside me. I was sucking on Betty's labia at the moment and could only moan in agreement. Then he grasped my hips and began to fuck me with long, deep, slow strokes. He moved slowly in me, I moved faster in Betty. I wiggled my tongue against her pee hole and then pushed inside her. Her hips punched up to me, just as mine where rocking back to Peter. I abandoned her breasts to thrust two fingers inside her and moved to swirl my tongue over and around her clit. Her hips lifted from the bed as I kissed her hard nubbin and then began to run my tongue back and forth over it. All three of us were picking up speed. Peter's groin slapped against my ass with a force that made him grunt each time he bottomed in me. Betty wildly ground herself on my face and tried to clamp down on my fingers and hold them in her. I shoved a third one in her and spread them open while I continued to pump my hand back and forth. My own body was shaking all the way from my toes up. "Sherry!" Betty screamed. Moments later Peter uttered a deep bellow, locked his hands on my hips and gave one huge heave. He arched, holding his cock all the way in me and flooded my already drenched pussy with even more cum than he had the first time. All I could do was spasm all through my body as the orgasms of my two lovers all but swamped my own, as powerful as it was. Once the thrashing had calmed and breathing returned to near normal levels, we all curled up together. As befitted the guest, Peter and I snuggled Betty between us. Amid murmured endearments and tired kisses we all fell asleep. The next morning I staggered to the kitchen, following the scent of coffee. Betty was already dressed and sipping on a cup. She kissed me and poured me a mugful. We drank in comfortable silence. Peter appeared, yawning and tying his robe around himself. Sherry wordlessly handed him a third cup. He gulped and smiled. Betty finished her coffee, stretched and looked at the clock. "I'm afraid I have to be going. Peter," she walked over to him and kissed him. "Its been a pleasure, in more ways than one. You be good to Sherry." She turned and smiled at me. "You be good to him also, lover. This was wonderful." She picked up her pocketbook and started for the door. "Betty?" At the sound of Peter's voice she turned. "Don't stay away. Regardless of what happens, Sherry and I want you to know that you're always welcome in our lives. You're welcome in our house, or houses." His eyes twinkled. "You're definitely always welcome in any of our bedrooms." I walked over to her and kissed her again, with deep feeling. "You betcha Betty. Never be a stranger." She hugged me, blew a happy kiss to Peter, and was gone. Two weeks after the marvelous night with Betty, Peter and I were snuggled together in his bed again. In fact, we had pretty much been together in that bed every night for those two weeks. I didn't see any end to it and I really didn't want to. I was running a short speech through my mind for the umpteenth time when Peter interrupted my thoughts. "Sherry?" "Hmmmm?" I replied. "Sherry," he tipped my head up from where it was resting on his chest to look in my eyes. "I've been thinking a lot lately." I rolled onto my side and propped my head up on my hand. "Me too. Peter, I have something to tell you." "Wait." He sat up, a look of concern on his face. "I need to go first. Then you can tell me." I nodded and he continued. "Sherry, these last weeks have reminded me of why we fell in love the first time. Its happened again. This time though, I think we understand each other. I think we understand ourselves. Sherry, I love you. I don't want you to ever go away again." He took a deep breath. "Sherry Andersen, will you marry me?" I burst into tears. Happy tears. "Yes Peter, I will marry you. This time its going to be for keeps. I know it." He pulled me to him and we rocked together for long silent moments. He smiled at me and asked, "Now, then, what was your news?" I told him. Two short words. Then I sat there in complete disbelief. What ever am I going to do with a husband who faints just because he's found out he's going to be a father? Work Related Instead of releasing my tension, my orgasm only built it. It was only three stumbling steps until I was pushing her back on the bed and falling on top of her. My legs trapped hers between them, sliding down until my body fully covered hers. Betty moaned deeply. "Oh my god lover, you learn fast." I kissed her again and then worked down her body. Her chin, her neck, her throat, were all way stops to be savored. My body never lost contact with hers. My nipples touched her stomach and then the swell of her mound as my lips found the valley between her breasts. Now I was the aggressor. My tongue darted back and forth from one nipple to the other. I followed with my lips, capturing each one in turn, tugging on it, feeling it stiffen in my mouth as I let my lips flow over her small breasts, drinking and suckling each one. Then it was time to move on, I left wet kisses down her tummy and over the hem of her pantyhose. I paused to decide, with her or with the hose. Both eventually, I thought. My pulse pounding, I slipped between her legs and inhaled her scent. The juices from her open slit had soaked the nylon material, leaving it all but transparent. I was hungry for her. My mouth closed on her and I sucked, trying to drink every drop of the moisture there. My tongue wiggled against her, licking her puffy lips, her pink slit, right through her hose. It felt so weird and yet so wonderful on my tongue. Betty must have like it also. Her thighs were on my shoulders, her calves on my back. I worked up and down her open pussy until I reached her already unhooded clit. I dropped on hand to my own hard nub and as my tongue danced over hers I matched the motions with my fingers. Oh GOD it felt so wild, so depraved, so naughty to be licking and sucking another woman's pussy. And so good. The taste of her was unlike anything I had ever experienced. I greedily swallowed, eager to hold her in my stomach. My lips closed over her clit. My fingers rubbed my own. I tried to match the building speed of both of them, feeling myself build and build. Betty broke first. Her hands locked in my hair. She rammed my face against her, her hips raising up, her thighs closing, smothering me in her. Her heels drummed on my back as she screamed. I matched her cry for cry as my body erupted, spurred on by the incredible display of hers. My face was drenched suddenly, matching a soggy spot on the bed where my own juices were dripping. When we both managed to stop shuddering, Betty drew me up for a long kiss. She peered deeply into my eyes. "What?" I managed to ask. "Are you sure you've never made love to another woman before?" At my vigorous nod, she sighed contentedly. "God, I can't even imagine then what its going to be like in the morning." I couldn't either. But I knew I was going to need my strength. I spooned up against her and we went to sleep. (The End) * * * * * (As always, comments are appreciated. Thank you as always to Marian for the time she spent editing this for me. You simply are the best.)