0 comments/ 60659 views/ 4 favorites Awe Of Power By: ShellySmith I'm not too sure when it all began, this thing with me and people who have power. Or at least those that I perceive have power. It's not like I'm a little "groupie" or anything, but somehow I seem to hold them in such esteem that it's a little beyond reason. Maybe it's because I was such a late baby. I have three sisters and the next youngest is seven years older than me. Even though I was pampered a bit, they were always telling me, "Be sure and do exactly what Mom and Dad tell you and it will keep you out of trouble." I assumed later that the three of them stayed in hot water with our folks and they were just trying to give me some good advice. Bottom line was that I never dared go against anything they said, even through high school. They were more like gods to me than parents. And that's why I wasn't exactly the most popular girl in school. I was neither promiscuous nor adventurous and I'm sure that was taken by others to be dull. And it certainly didn't stop with my parents. Teachers, policemen, my principals, whoever. One day I was just singing to myself while I was helping out with a church project. One of the elders happened to walk by and said, "You really sing well, Shelly. You ought to be in the choir." To most this would be just a friendly encouraging comment. To me it was a directive and the next Sunday there I was, up front and singing away in the group. I guess I should tell you who I am. My name is Shelly; I'm twenty-seven years old and married to my first love, Don. For all practical purposes, I have worked at one place all my life. I started out as a clerk at a pretty good size industrial plant here in southern Oklahoma and now I am in purchasing. If I had to describe myself in one word it would be...curves. Not fat, because I'm five six and weigh a hundred and thirty. It's just that all my features are round. There isn't an angular part of my body. My hips are nice but come off my waist in a nice little round fashion. My breasts are too large for my liking and are like half a grapefruit. Not pears like the lucky girls, but nice half spheres. Of course Don likes them and prefers that I wear miniscule bras a size too small, pushing them up and over the top like they are trying to escape. I don't think I own one bra that my nipples aren't trying to peek over the top. My butt cheeks are two perfect round balls. Don says I'm "an ass man's dream." My face is really nice but a little too round with a nose that fits perfectly in with the rest of it. I keep my blonde hair in a shaggy cut to cover some of it but it's still...round. I never was good at sports so I never had a chance to get that chiseled look the other girls had and I so wanted. And I was way too much a prude to be popular enough to be elected cheerleader, so that left me in the band. But there was hope. When I was a sophomore I realized I might be able to make my mark as a majorette. I practiced and practiced on my tryout routine. As always, the judges were three band directors from neighboring schools, all men. When I performed my routine for my band director two weeks prior to the competition he gave me some polite applause and then some advice. "Shelly, you've got your timing and steps down and I like your music. What you need is to vastly improve your body language. Remember who you will be performing for, both in these tryouts and again if you are selected." I was smart enough not to let his comments go any further than the two of us and I practiced my routine in private. I had never questioned him before and I wasn't then. I knew what he was saying. I needed to get sexy with my dance. So I did. When the day came and the three of them watched my routine, which was always in private, I was thrusting my hips and boobs at them like a corner prostitute. It must have worked. One of them called me back later for a second performance to break a "tie" (in which he was the only one presentto watch me) and I was selected to strut my stuff the next three years at every football game and pep rally. Later, I wondered just exactly who it was I was suppose to be entertaining out there, prancing my body around in that skimpy outfit. Some of the stuff we did was lascivious at the very least. And now days the outfits those girls wear are no more than a thong in the back! But, all was not lost for me. It was during one of those games that Don really noticed me. He was one of those boys with which smaller school sports programs survive. He was good at all sports but great at none. That meant he was a starter at all of them but had no chance of going to college with any. Along with Don came a massive and significant change in my life. After I graduated from high school, my mother had a subtle conversation with me. Basically what she said was that I was no longer a child and had to make choices on my own. In effect, I quit getting directives or suggestions from them of any sort. This may seem small but to me it was like a huge opening to rush through. I knew that I was at the point of using or losing. That is, using my body or losing my man. Don was really starting to balk at our limited sexual experiences and I didn't particularly object to going further, either. It had just been that thing with my parents. With help from my older sister who then lived in Oklahoma City, I saw a doctor and got birth control pills. It still took two months before I took the plunge. Don had played with me before but we had definite rules that we bent but didn't break. That meant that he had his hands on me every chance we got and we spent a lot of time with my nipples in his mouth. And I'm not telling you I didn't respond to his touches because I most certainly did! I can't recall the times I went home soaking wet and let my fingers do the cleanup. As for him, I could bring him off with my hand in the blink of an eye and did so on almost every date. Later he jokingly accused me of literally having him in the palm of my hand but I knew he loved it when it happened. He still does! When I got myself on pills I began to think about how to bring it all about. I knew that for all practical purposes I was getting ready to give away my wedding night rituals. Not that anybody waited any more, anyway. But for some reason it still seemed important to me. I finally decided it was to be on his birthday. Of course, he was totally unaware that anything was in the works and was getting more and more edgy on a monthly basis. It was hard for me to keep it secret and several times I almost abandoned my plans, especially when we were in his uncle's old unused house and actually on a real bed. His uncle was gone a lot and Don had secretly made a key when he was doing some errands for him. It had become a hideaway for us, especially since it was out on a small road and we could hide his car behind the house. There was something about being on a bed instead of in a car. It felt so right, so grownup. And it made me hot as a firecracker. I didn't leave anything to chance for the evening. Although I was wearing just an old pair of jeans and a tank top, I was also carrying a zipped up bag. When Don asked what was in it I was coy. "You birthday present." That's all he got from me. Like any other teenagers, though, we lost no time getting through the evening rituals of dinner with his folks and a small birthday gathering. He made a beeline for his uncle's house as soon as we could shed them all. When I walked into the bedroom and took the bag with me he protested. "Hey, where's my present." I really knew he was complaining about not being able to get to my boobs. "It's coming." I still wasn't giving him anything, but I was already starting to shake. I had bought a real simple and very inexpensive little negligee, pure white and totally transparent. I still had it in mind that this was, for all practical purposes, going to be my wedding night. When I put it on I looked at myself in the mirror for at least the tenth time since I had bought it. Nothing had changed but my confidence. What if he didn't like it? What if he didn't like me!! I had brought along a nice but thin bed cover, too. I wanted to make sure there were no tell-tell signs for his uncle to see. Gingerly, carefully, I opened the door and walked out. Don's mouth fell open and the silence was dreadful! Finally, he tried to speak. It didn't work well for him. He was almost stuttering. "O-o-o-o-h-h-h, m-y-y-y-y, G-o-o-d-d-d," he whispered. I just turned and walked back into the bedroom. He approached me very slowly, almost if he were stalking me. Maybe he thought it wasn't for real. He lifted my top off slowly, snaking his hands down the sides of my body, slipping his fingers beneath the fabric. "Your skin is so soft," he murmured against my throat. He lifted the cloth up to the bottom of my breasts and kissed them tenderly. I sighed heavily when he ran his tongue on the underside of the soft, sensitive skin as he lifted my top further up. He lifted it up and off, tossing it to the floor then lowered me down to the cover and kissed me, pressing his bare chest against mine. The warm flesh-on-flesh contact was incredible and gave me chills all over. Don ran his hands over my breasts and stroked my nipples. His lips made their way from my mouth all the way to the open space in the center of my chest, his tongue passing over to my right nipple, circling it delicately. I whimpered as he put his entire mouth over it, sucking. As I began writhing beneath him, he stopped and switched to the other side. I threw my arms around his neck and held him close to me. His hands gently cupped my breasts, his left hand fondling my nipple. As my hardened tip slipped from his mouth he kissed my abdomen and then my navel. His tongue played with my soft flesh, exciting me further as I squirmed with pleasure. He licked the area above the elastic of my panties and I gasped. "Are you sure?" He was giving me an out. I only nodded. Words seemed out of place at the time. He placed his fingers in the top of my panties and gently peeled it from my body, discarding it on the floor. His hands ran up and down my body as his breathing became labored. "You're so silky," he remarked. "You don't like it?" I asked. "No! No, Lord, no," he said. "It's perfect, like the rest of you." He placed a kiss just above my exposed mound, sending jolts of electricity through my body then separated my legs and began kissing my inner thighs. I watched him intently, my breathing ragged. He ran a finger along my slit, looking up at me as I stared into his eyes. I became wetter by the minute, waiting for him to finally touch it. I felt his fingers creep up and begin to explore me. He gently slipped one finger in me without a word. All I could do was grunt and thrust my pelvis toward him. He thrust in and out of me rapidly, drawing cries of pleasure from me. He stopped momentarily to my dismay. Suddenly, I felt fuller and he quickened the pace. He had pushed another finger into me. I breathed rapidly, entwining my fingers in his hair. "Oh, Don. Oh, Don," was all I could get out. "I just want to make you feel good," he replied, nuzzling against my neck. I stroked his face softly and said nothing. What was I suppose to say at a time like this? I guess he suddenly realized he was fully clothed. He stood up and slowly removed everything. As he peeled his boxers off, his cock sprang out in front of him. It seemed much longer and thicker than I had even remembered. I breathed in deeply as I reached out to touch him. I cradled his rock solid manhood in my hands, stroking it lovingly. Then I don't know what came over me. And I know he was caught by surprise. I leaned forward and sunk my entire mouth over the top of him. I tried to fit as much as I could into my mouth, but I could only go about half of the way down. With him deep in my mouth, I began caressing his cock with my tongue. His pre-cum that had gathered on the tip was thin and sort of salty but it was almost a treat to have tasted it. "Shelly," he gasped, "Oh, God, it feels so good." I quickened my pace as he wrapped his fingers in my hair, massaging my scalp as my mouth bobbed up and down on his cock. My tongue worked hard within the confines of my lips, flicking over the head of his penis and swirling around his hard shaft. "Shelly," he warned, "I'm gonna cum." As soon as he said that I released him. I could see that holding it back looked like it was going to kill him. When I took his hands in mine, I saw his cock twitch. I had teased him for such a long time I wasn't going to do it any longer. "I want you to have me," I told him in earnest. "I just want you." I lay back all the way, spreading my legs. He positioned himself between them and took my face in his hands. As he leaned in to kiss me I wrapped my arms around him. He slowly inched his way into me, stretching me fiercely as he did. I whimpered against his mouth. I felt him trembling against me, trying hard to retain control of himself. Once he had gotten completely into me he broke the kiss and looked down into my eyes. "Are you okay?" I shifted slightly beneath him, letting myself adjust to his tremendous girth. As I lay there, the feeling of being stretched diminished and was replaced by a wonderful feeling of fullness. I suddenly wanted more. I couldn't get enough. "Take me," I commanded, pulling him slowly down into a kiss. A smile spread across his face as he began moving his hips. In and out, very slowly at first, my juices coating us both. He ground his pelvis into me with each inward thrust, pushing against my clit. I moaned quietly as he pushed into me. His trembling became more noticeable and it didn't take any more for me to figure out this would be quick. I decided to just let him go. "Harder," I groaned. "Faster." He needed no more encouragement than that. Each drive became more powerful than the last, pushing deeper into me with more rapidity. My moans became louder and quicker as his strokes became poundings. I felt him began tensing up. "Shelly, I'm cumming. Oh, god, I'm cumming!" With one final hard shove into me, he came, shooting deep within me. The grinding on my clit almost sent me over the edge, but not quite. Slowly he collapsed atop my body, both of us sweaty, chests heaving. The sweat glistened on his tan skin and his muscles looked taut. His eyes focused sweetly on mine as he swept a stray hair from my eyes. He was beautiful in every way and I knew that he would be the man I would always love. That was the first of many, many nights we had together before we were married. I'll never forget the moment, the tenderness, him bringing me to the brink of orgasm. Unfortunately, the latter became too much a common occurrence. Even though our sex was really great, he seemed to always come before I had a chance to reach mine. I think maybe when I escalated to such a level that I was ready to release it excited him too much and he exploded. Not that it wasn't fabulous because it really was. I just wanted to climb that final step with him. It wasn't something I wanted to discuss with him. I certainly didn't want him to feel inadequate or think for even a second that I wasn't thrilled with our experiences. I just wanted to come with him. Luckily, as it seems always the case, the problem resolved itself without any intervention. Ever since that first night when we went all the way we had started to experiment a little. I was still shocked that I had taken him in my mouth that first night. Little by little, he became a little more aggressive with his touches, both with his fingers and his mouth. I particularly responded to the touch of his mouth on me. It was heaven on earth. The problem was that when my body started to respond to it, he invariably moved on to enter me before I could come. One night as we kissed, his hand wandered down between my legs. Parting my intimate area with his middle finger only, he slipped it between those lips and found my clit. I was so wet with arousal and after we kissed more deeply he pulled away from my mouth and slid down my body, kissing and nibbling as he went along. As he lapped at my pussy with his tongue over and over, I could feel my clit become engorged. I knew what that meant, having been there many times before when I was alone and rubbing it myself. I moaned slowly and softly and he seemed to double his efforts, sucking my clit in and out of his mouth. He curled a finger inside me and, most likely by accident, hit directly on my spongy g-spot. It firmed under his touch and my clit began to throb. I don't know what came over me, but all at once I decided I wasn't going to let it pass by me this time. "D-o-n-n-n-n-n, please don't stop," I moaned. He sucked harder, speeding up and alternately hitting me with his tongue. "There." "There!" "Right there!!" "Suck it, suck it, suck it hard!!" I couldn't believe it was me giving such explicit directions, taking over the situation and begging for completion. But it was and within a few agonizing minutes I got my reward. Challenged, he wanted me to climax and worked his mouth and finger in cadence. Sucking and stroking me, I began to rock my hips in the same rhythm. Suddenly my torso froze and I stiffened. My thighs quivered and my orgasm covered me like a blanket. "Oh my God, my God, OH GOD!" I kept repeating over and over. He pulled back and caressed my pussy gently with the palm of his hand as I rode the waves of my orgasm and he watched my experience in ecstasy. Then he went back down and began to dart his tongue all over, teasing, never lingering, just a little tap and retreat of the tongue. My heart was racing and I bucked my hips wildly into his face. He responded with a long continuous lick the entire length of me. Again and again, he dragged his tongue over my entire intimate area. I was crazy with lust. He quickened the pace and began to alternately lick and then suck and every nerve ending came alive. Sometimes he'd slow down, other times he'd lick, suck and blow frantically. My pussy was at the mercy of his mouth and I was enjoying being on the receiving end like I never had before. "Ohhhhhhhhh Don... Don." "O-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h-h, o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h, o-o-o-o-h-h-h," was about how I started when I knew I was past the point of going back. Then, in the next few seconds as I thrashed about under his mouth, I found out something about myself that has never changed and Don certainly isn't going to let me forget. Some women are "criers" when they come, others may moan, still others become so physically animated that the man can hardly stay with them as they move about so much. Not me. I'm a talker. I start saying things and I can't quit. I beg, give explicit instructions, everything. And I'm afraid that all morality leaves me and my language gets extremely course. That particular night Don recalls me saying, "There, there, right there. Suck it, suck it, suck my pussy. Make me come." It has become an unintended and embarrassing part of our sex. I know that at times part of my blurting is,"Fuck me, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!!" And other times, "Harder, harder, right there, harder. All of it!! All of it!! I want your cock!!" At times I must go overboard and don't even remember. At times I have even begged him to "put it in my ass!" Or so he says. I will never allow him to do it but it isn't because I haven't asked for it during the throes of orgasms. In short, our sex turned from great to unbelievable, especially once Don got a taste of bringing me off. He always does it in a hurry and the thrill is fast and furious. No matter how great it has been or will be, though, I'll never forget that first time he did it nor will I ever have another magical night like that one. It gave a whole new level of meaning to the expression, "All it needs is a woman's touch." Awe Of Power We dated three years before getting married and both of us knew we were small town people and would stay that way. Luckily, Don had a knack for the crafts and a father who was a master at it. He worked remodeling houses and did quite well. Eventually he started picking up some larger jobs renovating malls. It caused him to travel a lot but we managed both our private lives and our money well. As for me I took a job as a clerk in a local plant. After a short while I wished I could do something to progress in my job but knew there wasn't much chance of it happening. People around there just didn't leave their jobs and all openings were extremely competitive. Still, it wasn't bad. I knew a bunch of the guys who worked out in the plant and they were real quick to joke and carry on with me, especially when they knew Don was out of town. "Hey, Shelly. Want me to come over and clean your well while Don is gone?" "Yo, Shelly. I'll come trim you grass while Bozo's out of town." I heard it all and laughed it off with them. The one time some guy I didn't really know got a little personal I let him know it and he was a perfect gentleman after that. I think he was just hopeful, that's all. Overall I had a lot of fun with them. I couldn't imagine anything being better. We made the decision not to have children until much later in life when we could really afford it and Don was in a position to stay at home more often. Our life was great and our sex life was astonishing. I'd talk and talk and he'd screw, lick and suck. Then, as they say, ""Shit happens." It was five years into our marriage that my comfortable little world took a real shock. Don had been doing a lot of renovations in malls across the country. The company he contracted with paid him well and covered all expenses including airfare when necessary. One weekend when he came home and I was doing his laundry something very subtle caught my eye. I had just thrown a couple of shirts in the washer when I stopped and took them back out. I looked at them very closely, shrugged, and put them back in. I might have been wrong, but they sure looked like they had already been laundered before going into his dirty clothes bag. It bugged me enough that the next time he came home I made sure I was alone when I went through his suitcase. This time there was no mistake in my find. There was definitely lipstick on his boxer shorts. I was devastated. I somehow got through the next couple of days and although I chose not to approach him about it, I would go into crying bouts when he wasn't around. How could he do this to me? How could it happen? But deep down I knew what my problem really was. I knew exactly how it could happen. And this certainly wasn't the first time I had sat up all night and cried about something like this. I harbored a deep secret I had never shared. And there were no fuzzy parts of it, no forgotten details. I had relived it a thousand times over, way too often to forget even the slightest detail. And as I sat there in the dark hugging a pillow and lamenting Don's obvious activities I recalled it again, as vivid as if it happened the day before. I was twenty-two and a half years old and had worked at the plant for two years as a clerk. The company officials were concerned about low productivity and brought in an engineer who was an efficiency expert. I was surprised when they assigned me to his work group and told me I would be with him for two months. Gary Bannister was good. There's not much you could say other than that. Needless to say there was a lot of resentment and doubt when he first showed up. Nobody, and I mean nobody, wanted to make any changes that would make him or her bust their ass or lose their jobs. Instead, he immediately came across as a super nice guy that everybody began to like. He made some changes in one area of the shop that not only made their job easier but also increased their production enough to significantly increase their production bonus. No suggestions made to him by the workers went without notice and he made it a point to respond to each in writing to make sure they knew what they thought was important. The word got out in a hurry. All at once the guys were asking Gary when he was going to look in their areas, too. We were very busy and, even though my role was small, I was right in the middle of it and for the first time there felt important. And then, there was Gary himself. I guess I was as impressed with him as the others but I was hoping that I wasn't swooning over him like some of the ladies there. He was in his late thirties, had just a touch of gray in the temple and was extremely good looking. Every part of him was perfect, it seemed, from his carefully trimmed hair to his manicured fingers. I'm sure I wasn't the only one to fantasize about him, especially the nights Don was out of town. But, along with scads of documents indicating his many qualifications, he also had pictures on his desk of an absolutely beautiful woman and two children. He lived in a small town in Colorado and traveled as he needed, leaving his family in that safe haven. I didn't have a clue what he was paid but I knew it was a bunch. He lived very well. Through it all, though, he treated each of us as if we were the most important person in his life. I know I felt that way and I really admired and looked to him as somebody very special. Yeah, I know. Here came that "Godlike" frame of mind again that I seemed to get myself in. I knew it was coming to an end, though, and it was. He was scheduled to do an out brief on Thursday and as I left work Tuesday I was reminded not to bring lunch Friday. There was to be a small "good-bye" dinner as he left. My job with him was over except for packing boxes so I scheduled Wednesday off, knowing I had some things to do at home and a couple of things at church to help with some Easter activities. I got up early to get Don out for the day. He was going to be gone overnight to Oklahoma City so I got him out the door. It was about nine when the phone rang. You can imagine my surprise when I heard Gary on the line. I spoke to him almost in awe for a minute, exchanging pleasantries as if we were meeting in the company hallway. I was really wondering why he called. "I know you're off for the day but I wondered if you wanted to run down to Dallas with me for a few hours. There's an engineering conference down there and I need to make a few contacts." I hesitated for a few seconds, concerned a little about the propriety of it and knowing I had some tasks to do. My hesitation didn't last long, though. I couldn't pass it up. "What time will we be home?" "Oh, not late. I hope to be home by eight or nine. I've got a couple of things to wrap up." I agreed and then went into a little panic. I don't exactly know how he knew where I lived but he did and he was going to pick me up there. It was right near the freeway and made no sense for us to meet elsewhere. The panic part was he gave me twenty minutes to get ready. I had just minutes to get totally dressed. What in the world would I wear? I sure didn't want to embarrass him or myself. I grabbed a new dress I had just bought for the season and put it on. It was lightweight white with some flower prints on it and was a lot shorter than I remembered. A lot shorter! I knew my choices was limited and went with it. I have a tendency to wear dark underwear so the little white thong and bra I put on was practically of no function. They were both from a negligee Don had bought for me but were the only white things I had. I didn't have time to be concerned about my breast spilling out the top of the low cut bra. It was later when I realized how far by top fell open when I leaned open, totally exposing me When I put on some shoes with short heels I knew I couldn't go without hose. I looked as fast as I could and was dismal that my only choice was a pair of light tan thigh highs that had an almost black lacy border at the top. I had nothing else to wear. And that was that! He was waiting when I walked out of the house, his motor still running. I got in his car with him, which in itself was a trick. I had seen him zipping around in his old MG roadster ever since he had been there. It must have been thirty years old and, of course, was immaculate and perfect. I wouldn't have featured it any other way. The reason it was such a trick getting in was that it set so low. I had to really get down low before swinging my legs in. In a quick instant not only did he get a good look at my legs but I'm sure down the front of my dress, too. He whistled and laughed at me a little. "This thing we're going to is actually an engineering exhibit. You may have wished you'd worn jeans and sneakers before the day is over. But, you do look wonderful and I appreciate it." I blushed like a little girl. He was comfortably dressed in a pair of slacks and a polo shirt. I didn't realize how close we would be sitting to each other in the little car. We were practically shoulder-to-shoulder and it was awkward to sit with my legs in the confined area without my dress riding up. It was just impossible and I found myself constantly adjusting myself at first. Finally, I just gave it up. If he could see considerably above my knees that would just have to be the case. I guess I didn't know just exactly the extent of the problem. It wasn't just a matter of him getting constant glances above my knees. In fact, the dress rode so high that the top of my stockings was exposed, providing flashes of my tanned legs spilling out of the top of them. He was such a gentleman about it. I knew that he couldn't help but catch glances at me, but at least he didn't stare as most would. Within minutes he had me relaxed and feeling very good about myself. He was fun to be with. He was very quick to point out things in the car for me to look at and made me in charge of changing cd's. Instead of letting one go through all the songs, I changed it after each one. Each time I had to lean way over. Later I realized that in that close proximity he was getting a full shot down my gaping blouse of everything I owned. I'm sure he couldn't miss my two round mounds spilling out of the top of that flimsy bra, right down to an occasional slip of nipples. Even though I knew he was starting to pay my body more attention and his glances getting more and more noticeable, he relaxed me and I was enjoying myself. He was such a great man; I just couldn't believe I was getting some special time with him. And the fact that he invited me to go to a conference with him. It was beyond my imagination. The drive to Dallas is over two hours. About halfway there somehow the conversation turned over to my high school days, which weren't that long past. I started telling him about some of the stuff we did and my majorette days and he really laughed with me. I have a tendency to become very animated when I tell a story so I was moving around a lot, moving my hands and twisting around to talk to him. I don't know exactly how long I kept it up before I couldn't help but notice that his glances at my legs had become almost a stare. When I looked down I didn't blush. Instead, I flushed deeply, my blood draining from my face. Somewhere during my antics, my movements and the seat belt had combined to pull my short skirt up, bunching a large amount of it above the seat belt. My crotch was totally exposed, the flimsy white cloth making a poor effort of covering me. In short, my dark pussy was clearly visible through the white transparency with little tufts of hair sticking out all around it! Nothing was said between the two of us. I lifted slightly and adjusted myself as well as possible. I could have just died, especially when I saw the little smile on his face. And once again, I marveled at what a perfect gentleman he was. Once we were there, I had fun. It was in fact an engineering sales show and I couldn't believe what nice stuff they gave me for my booty bag. It didn't go past me that I was looking very good in a male dominated environment. But what really impressed me was Gary. It didn't take long for me to understand how well known and respected he was as an engineer. Most knew him by reputation if not personally. He exchanged business cards and many times those that did not personally know him lit up as they met him and were anxious to engage him in conversation. A couple of times they pulled out especially nice stuff as a gift that they were not normally offering. He received an extremely expensive pocketknife that he graciously passed on to me. "Your husband can use this more that I," he told me. Then, at one booth he asked me to stand there for a second. "I'll be right back." Two minutes later when I looked up I was floored. He had changed clothes and was now wearing a jacket and tie. I couldn't believe it and was totally mystified. Then I heard his laugh and looked around. There he was, standing right behind me. "Let me introduce my brother, Stephen." What a surprise! He had a twin brother who was also an engineer. We ended up going to dinner together and I was treated to a real neat evening. They told stories of each other and I got an even deeper insight of Gary. Steve called him "Bucks" all the time, letting me know when Gary went to the rest room that he made a huge amount of money. "Well, I know this. He sure knows when something is right," I offered. Stephen laughed. "No he doesn't. He knows when something is wrong. He's done that all his life." Then he slipped in a little something that I didn't quite comprehend at the time. He looked at me slowly up and down and smiled wistfully. "Just so you know, he rarely does got after something he wants that he doesn't get." I just nodded and smiled. I was sure it was true, whatever it meant. The dinner ended about eight and after good-byes we got in the car. Not only had I enjoyed their company but I had also enjoyed the only expensive bottle of wine I have ever had in my life. I'll have to admit there is a huge difference in the taste. And I had way too much of it. The sun had set and as we pulled out of the lights of Dallas I decided that I was indeed in the presence of a great man. He was attractive, a genius, had a beautiful wife, made great money and was a great family man. In my wine lightened state of mine, at the moment I may not have put him on the level of President, but certainly that of Secretary of State! This time when he put on a cd, we didn't change it from the soft music it offered. I don't know if we just ran out of conversation or the wine was working us both but we went silent, the only sound being the music above the engine. Soon afterward his fingers found my neck, slowly and softly caressing the back of it in an idle gesture. I hesitated a little, not too sure if this was a good idea. Maybe it was just a little too cozy. But between the wine and my respect for him within seconds I let it pass. Being this close to somebody this wonderful was such a blessing. The fact that we were comfortable enough with each other for a small intimate moment was even better. I closed my eyes and let him continue, relaxing with his touch. With such manicured hands I should have known his touch would be like everything else. Perfect. I don't know how much time passed. It was minutes, it was a few songs, it was a number of long breaths on my part, hundreds of little circles of his fingers. I just know that there was a span of time and space that occurred without me detecting it. But slowly, through that unknown and undetected span, I felt his fingers down inside my dress and slowly caressing the top of my breasts. I don't know when and how they arrived there, just that they were. They were so gentle, so enticing, and so warm that I did the unbelievable. Instead of objecting, I instead enjoyed. I knew it was wrong, I knew it was dangerous. But what I knew most was that I was in such an agreeable state of mine that I welcomed his touch. How could anything this man do be wrong? I'm not too sure, though, that I was ready for any further exploration on his part. He slowly and smoothly lowered his fingers, the proximity inciting my nipples until I thought that I could actually feel them stiffen. With tentative fingers he began to lightly trace around the swell of my breast just above my bra, circling leisurely but with deliberate intent, ever closer to the sensitive center. Even as weary as I was of the situation, my body responded to his sensuous touch. It was if I could feel the blush of my rosy tipped buds deepen. They awoke and rose, swelling and becoming hard even before his touch Slowly he removed his hand, only to carefully lick his finger and place it back and just to the top of my bra. Carefully he slid his fingers downward, slowly and carefully sliding over the top of what had to be noticeably heaving breasts. Slowly, slowly and with infinite caution he took a swollen nub between his fingertips. Waiting, letting me get used to his presence there, he made no move. I guess he was getting what he wanted from me. No response was a good response in this case. It was almost as if I were asleep and this was nothing but a dream like assault. As if he needed encouragement, a sigh escaped my lips and there was a definite if not subtle rising and lowering of my hips in response to the intrusion. He felt my small surrender and moved deftly between the two engorged peaks, his hand sliding over the top then cupping my right breast beneath, kneading lovingly as he gave his full attention to first one then the other. I froze in place. I guess that's about the only way I can explain it. It was if I was trapped and wasn't trying too hard to escape. I knew this was all very wrong and had to be stopped but there didn't seem to be much power in me to do that. I just couldn't imagine him doing anything sinister or wrong. Still, I had to make a move and finally decided I had to move his hand away. He either read my thoughts or my body language. He slowed his caresses then removed his hand, lulling my mind to a point where I was almost relaxed again. Thank God it was over without confrontation. It had been as awkward as it was sensuous and there just wasn't an easy way out. Thank goodness that was it. Neither of us spoke as he put two hands back on the wheel and we drove on. I looked out the side window with a pale face and trembling body, wondering how this had happened and what I had done to even suggest that I would be open to his advances. Most of all, though, I wondered why I had responded as I had. Face it, Shelly; you weren't exactly appalled by his attention. He gave me just a few minutes to recuperate. After that time I felt it. A touch, gentle and slow, ever so slightly on the leg. I was caught by surprise and moved my leg away, forcing my eyes out my window. It was sort of a surreal situation; the music playing softly above the hum of his engine, being in such a confined space with a man most would die for. And yet everything was wrong and confusing. He didn't remove his fingertips from my leg and the touching became more brazen. At first it had been just light circles about my knee. After a while he finally put his hand fully on my leg just about the knee. I didn't know what to do. Would it be best if I just ignored it? Maybe it would go away. But I was wrong. Maybe my lack of response made him think I was agreeable and it encouraged him because he slowly started an upward exploration of my left leg. It took forever before he even came in contact with my short skirt but when it did my dress slid upward as his hands slowly advanced, touching my leg both on the inside and outside, his bare hand making small circles on my skin. Awe Of Power When he touched my bare leg above the stocking top there was a very audible moan that came from him. In that foggy state of mind I couldn't help but wonder why. Surely after my little "show and tell" this afternoon he knew I was wearing thigh highs. His advance was slow and deliberate, making it harder and harder to ignore. At times there was a hesitation and his hand left my leg. I realized he was stopping to unbutton my skirt as he went up. My breathing had increased and my heart was pounding. I couldn't believe it! His advance up my leg took forever, small gentle circles invading my privacy. And my erogenous zone. Through my apprehension I couldn't ignore the touch, the perfect timing, the small sparks igniting and going straight up between my legs. Finally, with my dress separated way up and his hand well under it, he touched me over my thong. That's when I reached down and grabbed his wrist. That opened the unspoken dialogue. We both knew I had not been asked to be a willing partner in this and we were to determine where this was going. "Gary, please." I said it quietly and softly. His response was not what I was hoping. "Isn't this nice? Soft music and just the two of us." He didn't volunteer to remove his hand. I didn't fight him so much but put steady pressure on his wrist, trying to force him away from me and let him know he was not to do it. He never got rough or pushy, but just continued the pressure, his fingertips slowly starting to caress me through the flimsy cloth. As they slid slowly up and down the cloth-covered channel I avoided eye contact, keeping my eyes to the right and out into the darkness. The next ten minutes or so seemed like hours, with me trying to ward off his advancing, ever exploring hand. On occasion I turned my head to him and whispered. "No, Gary. No." It fell on deaf ears and his erotic massage continued. It was if he had found his destination, his goal, and that was where he was going to stay. I decided he just wanted to play with me a little bit. Finally, I started to relax my hand, both out of exhaustion and the realization that I was not in a position to fight this too much unless I wanted to walk. The thought crossed my mind but I quickly nixed it. With that in mind, my body relaxed a little, my legs parting slightly. I still had his wrist in my hand when all of a sudden he made full contact with me, cupping me in his hand. After a few minutes of rubbing me with the palm of his hand, my thong had gathered to one side and his fingers made actual contact with my clit. Even though I somewhat anticipated it, his touch still came as a shock and I involuntarily jerked at the contact. But not the way I would have anticipated. And should have. For all my apprehension, it was very pleasing to my senses. With my feelings of guilt starting to give way to his masterful touch, I was really becoming aroused. He wasn't a dirty old man off the street; instead, he was a man I had total respect for and stood in awe. Yet it dawned on me that I obviously didn't know this guy at all. My breathing continued to increase, my heartbeat was fast, and I started moving slightly with his teasing. His touch never got rough, but continued as slow, gentle movements as he had from the start. I unintentionally adjusted my body a little and became more accessible to him. His fingers gained unabated access to my clitoris and he started rubbing it with vigor, making strong little circles then flipping it rapidly from side to side with one finger. After a few minutes of that I was a goner!! My hand no longer was pushing his wrist away from me but rather was squeezing it gently and pulling it toward me, silently encouraging him as if he needed any. At that point I'm sure he was more than aware that I was his. Very softly he said, "Come for me." I really didn't need the encouragement, already writhing in my seat, trying to be under control, my mouth open and the air rushing out. He increased the speed and pressure on my clit dramatically and with that rapid vibration I lost it. My mouth opened wide and I groaned like a cheap whore, releasing a long, gut-wrenching orgasm. My feet stamped down onto the floorboard and I lifted my hips off my seat as far as the seatbelt allowed, my head shoved back into the seat. He never stopped rubbing as I arched my body and rotated my hips in mid air. Gary kept it up, never stopping to let me come down off my high. He would tease me up to where I was moaning and ready for an obvious orgasm, then he would bring me back down slowly only to tease me up again. Not yet ready to beg, I was certainly mentally cringing for rescue. There was no doubt that good or bad, right or wrong, I had definitely become a willing prisoner to his fingers. At that point, I don't know whether to describe it as things going uphill or downhill. He took full control of me. He removed his hand and then gently pulled my face to him, kissing me very softly on the ears first, then brushing my lips as well as he could from an angle. I was more than concerned about his driving. "Doesn't this feel good?" he whispered. I didn't answer but rather nodded slowly and moaned very quietly. "Turn around and lean back against me." "Huh" I was almost in a stupor and didn't really get what he meant. He reached over and released my seat belt. Hooking a finger under my thong, he asked me to lift my hips. I did so slightly as if a robot receiving orders and he slid them off me. "Turn sideways in your seat and lean back against me." I was at a loss. The car was tiny and I could hardly sit in it, let alone turn sideways. But I did. I turned with my back to him. The only way I could do it was to have my legs spread wide apart with my knees almost to my chest. As it turned out it was exactly what he was looking for. He slipped his arm around me and slid his hand down to my crotch. He slipped a finger deep in me and just as I responded with a deep moan and a quick thrust of my pelvis he pulled out again. I almost moaned again in disappointment. It was a teaser, I guess. He went to the buttons at the top of my dress and unbuttoned them. Leaving my bra on, he shoved it up and out of the way before beginning a long and unmerciful teasing of those two globes with rock hard nipples attached. I moaned and squirmed under his touch. Eventually he pulled me back snuggly against him and slipped his hand down my stomach again, pausing slightly to explore my heaving stomach before finding his target again. Then it started. First one finger, then two. Sometimes fast and strong, almost out of control. At others, slow and methodical. My hips churned and danced at his touch as if I were a puppet. He extracted orgasms from me at will, sometimes as I begged and at other times teasing and punishing me unmercifully with his touch before allowing my release. I was so lost in it I never realized we had arrived. He had to remove his hand in order to shift gears when we came off the freeway. I shuddered all of a sudden and started putting myself together. As we approached my house in the dark I realized it was much, much later then the nine o'clock he had projected. Not only had we left late but also he had obviously lowered his speed considerably in order to accommodate his activities. I was looking for my panties and I guess he knew it. He reached down and picked them up off the floorboard. "You can't have these. I promised them to Stephen." "No-o-o-o," I let it out slowly. His brother knew this was going to happen? So much for it being spontaneity between two people in a wrong place, wrong time thing. Who else would know? I was buttoned up and out of the car. It was time to go home, to be in my safe haven. Unfortunately, my legs were weak and wobbling and my body was sending a message to me. And, as much as I regret admitting it, that message was definitely not "I've had enough." Instead there was still a burning, churning sensation totally enveloping my body and senses. After all those orgasms in the past two hours or so it was if I had been deprived of final closure. It must have shown. Gary acted as a gentleman. Thank goodness there was somebody there to be a responsible adult. "I'll let you in." He held out his hand for my keys. I stumbled through a bumbling "thank you" and dug for them. Somehow it didn't seem at all threatening or out of place when he entered the house with me and walked about to check it out before he was to leave. I should have known better. This was a game about which I knew nothing. I guess it showed, at best, I was exactly what and who I was at the time. A little country bumpkin way in over her head. Through all the maneuvering and walking around to "Check it out before I leave," we had somehow ended up in the spare bedroom and I was standing at the edge of the bed. Without any fanfare, any subtle warning, two things happened. First, he took me in his arms and pulled me to him, engaging me in a long, deep kiss that I was not in the frame of mind to pull away from. Second, and I have no idea when he did it or how long they had been there, I became aware of the hands under my dress softly massaging the globes of my ass. Worse than that, I sensed my hips slowly moving back and forth in response to his touch. How long had I been accommodating him? In the erotic stupor I was in, I hesitated but made no effort to pull away or push his hands away. He knew I was aware of his hands and I was making no effort to remove them. I might as well have issued him a "take me" coupon. He slid a hand around and in front, slipping a large finger into me in one quick, smooth movement. He didn't stop to rub my lips or tease my clit, but rather deftly slipped his entire finger up me without even so much as a hesitation. I don't know what was the greatest sensation, the overall surprise of his sudden intrusion or the pure pleasure provided by the digits rapidly entering me. Either way, I moaned and bucked forward against his hand. My mouth became glued to his as I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck. We were long past any notion that I was anything but an easy target by then. Knowing I had surrendered, he began a steady, slow plunging action with the finger. Slowly he disconnected from me and turned me around. When I felt the hem of my dress go up, I glanced to one side and then the other to see where he was, but he was behind me and in complete control. "Please, Gary, you need to go." I had enough wits about me to know that I was in a situation way beyond my abilities to resolve. "Soon." I felt him pull the hem of my dress up over my back, fully exposing my "ass man's dream" to him with no cover, just those two mounds presenting themselves for his view. I had been outside tanning myself quite a bit and there was a strip of white against my dark skin where my thong had been. "Nice tan. This didn't come from a tanning booth!" His lips touched my ass, moving slowly along the white lines left by the skimpy thong. Finally, he removed his finger from me. Thinking I was getting a reprieve, I let out a sigh and dropped my head on the bed. My ass lurched forward with his sudden departure and, even though I was relieved it was over, I admitted the finger had had been much more than just arousing. He pulled me to my feet and with a red face and a hanging head, I started to smooth out my dress, thinking he was about to leave. Instead, he turned me around to face him and without a word laid me back gently on the bed. "No-o-o-o-o, Gary! Don't!" It certainly wasn't what I was expecting. As I hit the bed my skirt flew up high on my hips and my legs opened. He reached down and held my legs wide, anticipating my intention to clasp them shut. He dropped down immediately in between them so that when I did I was simply clasping his body between my open legs. "You look wonderful!" Not needing his hands to keep my legs parted, he had shoved my dress up above my waist and was looking straight into my exposed crotch. I turned my head and cringed under his gaze. I knew what he was seeing and admiring. He was looking at a deep, dark thatch against white skin. And in the middle of it all I knew that there was a wide open, red glistening pussy with a clit so swollen I'm sure it looked like a walnut. I didn't answer. I knew he wasn't looking for one, nor did he need any further invitation. Looking up at me, he very, very slowly put his hands under my knees and lifted them up. When he had them positioned where he wanted them, I was spread wide open with my knees spread to each side of my body. Looking between my open legs into my eyes, he slowly lowered his head. I lurched at the initial touch of his tongue sliding between my lips. "N-o-o-o-o, please don't, Gary." I vaguely remember the words coming out, but he didn't pay any more attention to them then what I meant. It was a feeble last minute attempt to save me from debauchery, and he knew it was no more than that. In fact, I made no attempt to push him away and within minutes was holding the back of his head with both my hands, encouraging him on by my slow gyrations against his face and the constant low moans escaping from my mouth. It occurred to me that , even if it was illicit, I was getting my fantasy fulfilled. All the girls at work had them about him and laughed about it. I was secretly one of them, too. Now here I was with his head between my legs, just as I had envisioned in my sordid little daydreams. He was a master at this and I knew it was not going to be a whirlwind, blow your mind real quick experience that I had become accustomed to with Don. Instead, he teased me forever before he even let his tongue touch my clit. When he finally did and I started going into a small convulsion indicating an imminent orgasm, he backed off. I yelped and moaned at the delay, but was appeased to some extent when he started licking my pussy and ass to keep me on that delicious high. "What do you like?" He had control and started the teasing. I had gone through this before in my past and didn't know whether to dread or look forward to the certain tantalizing teasing that was to come. I didn't answer his question. "What do you want me to do?" He backed off slowly with his mouth as if firing me a warning shot. "I want your mouth." It was slow and soft as it came out of me. How did a little Oklahoma girl get to this? "Where?" "Between my legs." Already, he had me begging. "If I do, will you give me what I want?" Instantly, for some reason, I knew I was going to have a mouth full of cock in me sometime that night. I didn't particularly like to do it and didn't think I was very good at it, but Don seemed to like it so I guess I wasn't a complete loss at it. "Uh huh." I nodded slowly. His head went back down, his hands found my breast, and I was sent spiraling out into some type of erotic fog for what seemed an hour. His persistently teasing tongue was supplemented with his fingers, sometimes teasing or twisting my nipples, sometimes entering me with a slow then forceful stroke. As my wetness drained down and penetrated the crack of my ass, he added a slow, tender entry with his finger back there, which I had always forbidden. One digit at first, then two, he slowly entered my ass. He carefully gathered the moisture I provided as a natural lubricant to ease my discomfort. It was still uncomfortable and a bit strange at first but I have to admit that after a short time there was a certain stimulating sensation coming from it. Even though I had pleaded with him to finish me early in the session, the pleas finally turned to outright begging. When he had me where he wanted me, his mouth gave a final fast hard assault on my clit. "A-u-u-u-u-u-g-g-h-h." It came out of me and wouldn't stop. The undulations that my body had been doing turned to outright thrashing about the bed. When the wonderful feeling of the overpowering orgasm went away and my oversensitive clit turned from pleasure to pain, I pushed his head away and begged him to stop. He ignored me, mauling the swollen nub with his mouth. I tossed and turned on the bed with the unbearable torture. "Please, please, please." That's all that would come out. At that point I was so ready for him to be inside me. He lifted his head and looked at me from between my legs and simply said, "Now?" I knew what he wanted. "Now," I whispered. He got up, pulled me to my feet, and took off my dress and bra. Having expected to have to give him oral sex, I was relieved when he instead gently laid me back down and mounted me. He took a while just moving up and down my labia, teasing my swollen clit and lubricating his cock. I couldn't see but I knew there was considerable size there. Finally he started moving into me, starting with slow strokes from head to hilt. Those long slow strokes took no time to get me back up on my high. Along with the long shaft pleasing me, he finally started really kissing me, both on my lips and breast. While I was soaking the sensations in, he would drop his hand under me and tease me with a finger against my ass, slipping one digit then another in and out as he went. I just couldn't get over how tantalizing it felt. Quietly, he mumbled something I hoped I had misunderstood. But in fact I realized what he had said. "You're really nice and tight. Fantastic pussy." So much for any romantic interlude. He was getting what he wanted and at the time I was too overwhelmed to deny him. I guess with as much buildup as I had already experienced and my previous orgasms, I was really oversensitive to his cock. I think it was less then five minutes before I could feel it coming on. And when it hit, I released totally. Before, I had muffled my mouth when I came, hiding my habit of talking. This time, I let it go, unabashed and uncensored. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder, Gary, harder." I couldn't stop myself. And then, either my fantasies or my very recent experience with his exploring digits came to mind and I blurted out the unthinkable. "In my ass! I want you in my ass!!" I felt him lurch when I said it. I know I had said it dozens of times to Don but it was shocking and unthinkable that I did it with this stranger. The "stranger" on top of me moaned and pressed his lips to mine, burying his tongue deep in me. I kept coming and couldn't seem to slow down. But he did. I was surprised when he obviously and quickly slowed down, intentionally cutting off what I could tell was an impending orgasm. I wondered what I had said or done to turn him off. Slowly, very slowly, he slowed everything down. Then he eased himself off me and turned me over, bringing me to my knees. I was still heady enough with the wine and sex to fully anticipate what was to happen. I always loved it when Don would take me from behind, the penetration was so great. There was a hesitation for a minute and I felt him slowly and very carefully rub his cock in and out of me, up and down my drenched ass. He positioned himself closely against me and put his swollen head just inside those drenched lips. I closed my eyes and readied myself for the entry. But, my eyes flew open and my jaw dropped when, instead of that big lubricated head piercing my labia, it gently pressed against my anus, hesitating only slightly before easing slowly into my ass. There was a gentle nudging, an unexpressed coaxing. Then, as if I had answered, there were a few short gentle strokes as he entered and stretched me. It all happened so quickly and unexpectedly that I actually thought he had entered me with one smooth lunge, stretching my sphincter wide. "O-o-o-o-h-h-h-h-h! Stop!! Ow,ow,ow, ouch. N-o-o-o-o-o!! Stop!! No-o-o-o-o!! Stop!! Stop!!" Awe Of Power There were a series of almost non-distinguishable sounds bellowing out of me. This was something that I just didn't do. Even though Don had wanted to do it before, I had drawn the line. It was nasty and disgusting and I wouldn't have any part of it! "Ow,ow,ow,ow." I just kept emitting my painful emissions as he began to drive slowly and gently into me, going just slightly deeper each time. I fell forward on the bed, trying to escape the painful intrusion, but he moved right with me, never allowing his cock to come out. Instead, he just reached around me and started a painful twisting of my sensitive nipples. There was absolutely nothing soft, gentle or pleasurable with what was happening to me right then and I came to my senses enough to become scared. I was in my bedroom with a guy I didn't know and he was sodomizing me! How did I let this get this far? I might be from the country, but I couldn't be that stupid! "You've never had it this way?" His voice seemed as soft as it was amused. "N-o-o-o." I was squirming under his weight. "Relax. Let your body go with it. Enjoy it." His voice was very calming through my discomfort. I was wondering what other options I was going to be offered. "Please get off, Gary. I don't want it this way." "You promised me I could have what I wanted." He was right, but I had not imagined this. Of course, I had begged for it during that explosive, mind numbing orgasm just minutes before. Through his soft encouragement and in spite of my misgivings, I think we both knew the situation was not going to change. I couldn't dislodge him and he was intent that I would succumb to him. After a few minutes, I finally stopped struggling and gave way to him, hoping this would be over in a few minutes. As with the other things that happened that night, it was not to be. I lie there under him, absorbing what had become slow, gentle strokes. It was buried so far within me that I couldn't comprehend it, but slowly I became accustomed to his intrusion. Out of exhaustion, I both mentally and physically quit fighting him. If I had thought this was going to be fast, I was mistaken. He approached me this way the same as he had approached my clit with his mouth; it was deliberately long and tantalizing. He started bringing his head all of the way out as if he were going to abandon me, and then would slowly, slowly reenter my slowly relaxing entrance again as he went back to a full intrusion. After a few seconds of gently grinding against me with his full hilt, filling every nerve inside my passage, he would pull out and repeat it. Slowly, surely, against every idea of decency I ever had, I started feeling a gentle, warm, glowing sensation inside. With total disbelief and with every effort to mentally fight it off, the feeling of that massive head sliding up and down inside me was starting to become pleasurable. It didn't just spring up and grab me the way it does when I felt a cock plunging in me or a mouth closing over my clit, but rather a warm, slowly developing change from pain to a subtle form of pleasure. Even the feeling of that swollen head penetrating my opening was becoming pleasurable. "See, I told you it would be good." The soft resonance of his voice was reassuring, wiping out some of my fears. He had obviously picked up on my vibes of acceptance. "It's not right. It's nasty." I guess I was not going to go down without protesting enough to appease my good girl morals. In fact, I was moving back against him a little, enjoying the sensation of his fingers on my nipples. As it was, all that painful twisting he had done with them had caused them to be particularly sensitive now to his very gentle manipulations. The little bit of backward pressure I was applying to him slowly evolved into me moving my body in sync with him. Then the little undesired moans started coming from my mouth, embarrassing me to no end. Any pretense of my not enjoying it was over. Within minutes I was squirming under him and moaning like a schoolgirl coming for the first time. His probing shaft was hot, hard, large and a non-stop source of pleasure inside of me. Throwing all shame aside, I was reaching back with my hands to feel for his thrusting hips. The build up to an orgasm came as if I had done it many times before. Slowly, all thoughts of discomfort or foreboding evaporated as I approached that familiar plateau that I knew was going to be irreversible unless he stopped the steady strokes. He didn't, speeding up instead when he sensed my response until it was a steady, heavy assault rather than the gentle strokes of before. When I came with a frenzy, I don't know whether I brought him over the edge with me or if it was he leading me. I just know it was an unexpected and gratifying exit from what I had always considered a depraved act, culminating in a very loud, mutual explosion. He continued to pound me while we came and I shook all over, crying out with the totally unexpected pleasure. I had reached an orgasm while being sodomized. I had never dreamed it could happen but there I was! And, of course, here came my mouth. "Fuck me, fuck me! Fuck my ass, Gary!!" Even now I can't believe my total loss of self-control at the time. We lay there together for about fifteen minutes, come running down my legs from both my ass and pussy, mine mixed with his. As I began to get back to reality of what I had done, I began to sob quietly. Even though I'm sure he knew he could do nothing to appease me and probably wasn't particularly concerned, he made the effort to comfort me and assure me that there was nothing fatal with what we did, we were just two "caught up" in the moment. I didn't see it that way. "You are an absolutely wonderful fuck. Don's a lucky man." That was his parting words. He slid out the front door and, for all practical purposes, out of my life just like that. The following day I tentatively slipped into work as if I were a thief or something. After tossing all night and thinking about it I knew he would say nothing because it was of greater risk to him than me. It still was shattering when I walked past the human resources office and the lady there called me in and asked me to close the door. "I guess you know why I need to talk to you?" She was smiling but I felt threatened. "Not really." "Gary didn't say anything?" Oh, my God! "No." My heart sunk. She laughed. "For him, it figures. He has highly recommended you for that position that opened up in purchasing and if you are interested we're offering it to you." I couldn't believe it! That had to be at least a ten thousand dollar a year raise. I assured her I wanted it in the worse way. As I walked out, I realized I just had to know. Was it because of last night? Had I just fucked for a job? I was sure I knew the answer before she said anything. "When did he recommend me?" She leaned back and looked at me. "About two weeks ago. Why?" I almost fainted from surprise. "I just wondered." She laughed a strange way. "How odd. When I told him this morning that we hadn't offered you the job yet he had the same look on his face that you do now." I blanched, said thank you and left. I still had a job to do and for that one day it included him. The office space we used was in effect an old storage area above the plant and nobody ever came up there. When I got there Gary was doing some final packing. It was awkward at very best. I started to say something but he raised his hand to stop me. He held out his hand and refused to drop it until I put mine in it. "I'm sorry. I know now I assumed something that wasn't there. I was wrong and hope you will forgive me. It's just that you were always so attentive to me ever since I've been here. And as far as that certain act, well, I had just watched you so long and knew you had such a perfect ass that I couldn't stand it. And when you begged me to do it, I couldn't back off." I said nothing. What was I suppose to say. We went to our business. It was busy and we had work to do and that work required conversation. Eventually, strangely, the atmosphere lightened up. "Gary, why did you recommend me?" He looked at me with a soft face before he spoke. "Because you are a very, very good employee. They were wasting your talent here. I thought you knew weeks ago." "It didn't have to do with us?" "No. I wouldn't risk my reputation for that. What happened between us was just that. Between us. By the way, nobody knows you even went with me to Dallas. That's your secret to give away if you wish." Over the next few hours somehow it strangely got back to how it was two days ago. With one notable exception. I couldn't help but notice that we were unusually close in proximity with each other, always bumping slightly, touching slightly. I guess it was about two o'clock when it reached the obvious. For all the wrongdoing, for all the trauma, for all the guilt. There was something unresolved there and we both knew it. He looked at me with what had to be the softest eyes I've ever seen and spoke softly. "This is it. Everything's done. I really, really appreciate you as a worker and as a friend." He held out his hand to me and I accepted it. We just didn't let go. "I hate to leave like this. It should be different," he said. "I know." It's all I could muster. It seems like we stared at each other forever. Then he released my hand. I watched as he walked over to the door and slid some big heavy boxes behind it, cutting off the entrance. Never a word was spoken. He simply walked over and held me tight for a long time before he found my mouth. A mouth that was way too willing to have been through last night. Then he dropped to his knees. Starting at my knees he started a slow, methodical chain of kisses up my legs. I slipped my hands against the back of his neck and neither of us spoke, as neither of us wanted. When he reached my crotch, he stood up, leaned me against a worktable, and lifted my skirt. Never asking me, working instead with unspoken permission, he pulled my panties aside and gently slipped himself inside of me. He just started real slow strokes and never changed his pattern. My legs slipped up around his waist, our mouths went together and never parted during the entire time. Slowly, this time very quietly, our bodies merged in a perfect sync. It took a long time but it happened. We came together, slowly but passionately, our lips and body inseparable. No talking from me this time. Just my quiet moans matching his. It was so strange. We both came, we never spoke, and I walked out as soon as he cleared the door. The next day I carefully avoided him and we never spoke again, even at his luncheon. So now I sit here thinking about it all. It has been some time since Don's little infidelity and I honestly don't believe it has happened since. I think that, like me, he hit a little bump in the road that he didn't navigate too well. I believe it's all over now and, as for me, it's water under the bridge. My only problem is every time I think of Gary I become a fountain between my legs, just as I am now. And even though I still have yet to relent to Don, at times I mentally envision the sensation of Gary's stiff cock ravaging my ass and explode from the thoughts of him gliding in and out of that forbidden passage. At those times I gently encourage Don and allow him to gently finger me there. Since he is still inside my pussy he has no idea that at the time it is his finger, not his cock, that is getting me off. And I know that special night will come when I will surprise him with that "Gift' he wants so badly. Enough of this, though. I have to go. My dentist has used his good looks and charms enough to make a serious run for State Senator. He and his wife are really pushing hard to get it off the ground. I can't believe she is so beautiful to be forty. I don't understand how she can have such a perfect body at that age. Anyway, I'm leading the way locally for his election committee and I will have to be spending a huge amount of time with them in the next few months. They are so awesome!!