15 comments/ 119893 views/ 13 favorites Have a Go By: Ashson I was away having a holiday when I received a letter from my sister. Kaye knows everybody and everything and she passes it all on, orally if you're standing there or she can persuade you to stay on the line or, in this case, by letter. Among the snippets she passed on was that James had got married to a lovely girl. I wouldn't know her as she was new in the town. James had been seeing her for a year or so and finally done the deed and brought her home. James presence was something I could take or leave, preferably leave. I'd considered him a snarky bully when we were growing up and nothing since then had caused me to change my mind. I felt a vague sympathy for his bride, James being the sort of chap who was going to be a real domestic dictator unless she had the balls to comb his hair with a frying pan. I strongly suspected she wouldn't as I doubted James would marry someone with a strong personality. Mind you, James was reasonably intelligent and girls seemed to find him attractive, and you never can tell how the female mind works. The fact that he was conceited and arrogantly sure of himself seems to be a sign of a strong man to some women. Where James was concerned I just saw it as a sign of the triumph of invincible idiocy. I forgot about James and his new bride as soon as I'd finished reading Kate's letter. It's odd but, while I deride Kaye's gossip, all those little facts seem to take up residence in the back of my mind, and I find I have some strange insights as to why some people are doing what they do. Quite useful during some business dealings. I'd been back home for a couple of weeks before I actually ran into James and his wife. I was at some sort of party when they rocked up, James making the rounds to ensure that anyone who hadn't already met his wife finally got introduced. Her name was Candi. Whether that was her baptismal name or one she chose herself I don't know, but I had to admit it suited her. She was a lovely little thing, a real treat to the eyes and it became quickly obvious that she knew it and enjoyed the men looking at her. Her dress was low enough to show some very nice cleavage and I suspected that if James hadn't been with her she might not have worried about wearing a bra. Mind you, whenever she leant forward, and she seemed to do that a lot, it was pretty plain that the frilly little nothing she was wearing as a bra wasn't there to support those breasts. It was purely there as decoration, a framework for things of beauty. I chatted with her for a while, taking her measure. She was quite a likeable girl, but her conversation seemed to revolve around her. I did find out that she loved flowers and enjoyed pottering around in the garden. That brought to mind the front garden that James had. It was already there when he purchased the house and it was unusual. James had as a matter of pride maintained it. He like having things that other people found attractive, be it wife or garden. I had a chat with James later, congratulating him on his choice of bride. During our discussion I ventured to suggest that his wife wasn't the brightest spark I'd come across, meaning no offence. James answer was typical in my opinion. He didn't resent the remark. He just told me, "She doesn't need to be, does she. I'll do her thinking for her." After a bit more casual talk I ventured the honest opinion that Candi was really quite lovely. "Aren't you worried that some of these wolves might try to come on to her?" I asked him, indicating said wolves hanging around the sweet Candi. "They're welcome to try," scoffed James, "but Candi is actually very shy, so they won't get anywhere. If I wasn't here to give her moral support she'd probably be hiding behind a bush or something to get away from the crowd." "Were we talking about the same woman?" I wondered. James seemed to be offering a challenge, and I suspected a few of the wolves might take him up on it. A few days later I woke up and it was a really nice day. Sunny, but not too hot. A gentle breeze. A day to be outside, not cooped up inside. I had no appointments scheduled for the day so I decide to take a walk and just enjoy the fresh air. I didn't have any particular destination in mind and, as far as I was concerned, it was pure chance that saw me strolling towards James place. I vaguely noticed it coming up on my left and as I did so a few thoughts seemed to gel. Kaye had been gossiping again and one item that came to mind was that James had gone to a convention and would be away for a couple of days. Another thing that had been nagging at me was James's careless indifference to anyone trying to seduce Candi, invincible in his assumption that she'd just run away screaming. The third thing I remembered was that Candi said she loved gardening, and today was an ideal day for gardening, especially if she wanted to potter around in that front garden of James. That front garden of James consisted of a central lawn surrounded by garden beds of bright flowering ground cover and the entire things further surrounded by bushy type flowering trees that stood about ten feet tall. The only entrance was a little passage near the front door. You could get out in that garden and settle down and it's as though you were in the woods somewhere. The bushy trees killed the city noises and you had your own private bower. On a day like today it was just the place to potter around if you liked a little gardening. All these little bits and pieces seemed to merge together and I'd turned into James's driveway before I'd even made a conscious decision. Reaching the entrance to the garden I turned in and there was Candi, doing a little weeding. She really was a lovely little thing, especially dressed the way she was now. She had on a shift dress and (I assumed) panties but I'd lay odds that she hadn't bothered with a bra. Not the way her breasts were leaning down and filling out her shift dress while she was bent over the garden. "Good morning, Candi," I called, and she turned to look at me. Definitely not wearing a bra, as all she did was turn to look, without standing up. Her shift hung low in front and I could see quite plainly what she had on under it. A tinge of red that would be her panties and two snow white globes swinging free. I couldn't quite see the nipples, but I could see them pressed against her shift. "Oh, Paul, isn't it?" she said. "I'm afraid that James isn't here right now." "Oh, too bad," I said, strolling over to her. "I was hoping to catch him. Another time will do." Candi stood up as I approached, but I was able to appreciate that her shift-dress still provided me with a nice view of her cleavage, and the way her breasts under the shift pressed pointedly towards me the lack of a bra was no hindrance to Candi's prime attributes. They just stood firm, pointing her nipples at me like two little guns. 'Shy' little Candi knew exactly where my eyes were straying and she was enjoying it. She liked men looking at her. "Tell me, Candi," I said, curious all of a sudden. "Is Candi your real name or did you pick it yourself?" Candi giggled. "I often get asked that," she confided. "My mother named me Myrtle. I mean, really! Do I look like a Myrtle to you?" "Ah, no," I agreed. I reached out to lightly touch her breasts as I added the rider, "No Myrtle ever had this sort of shape." Candi wasn't quite as dumb as I thought. My hand failed to touch her as she slipped nimbly to the side. "Uh-uh," she said, giggling. "You can look, but not touch. If you touch, I might think you're trying to seduce me, and that's a no-no." "As a matter of fact," I informed her, "I have James's permission to try to seduce you, so trying is not a no-no." Candi blinked at that. "You have what?" she asked, not really believing what I had said. "Permission to try to seduce you," I repeated. "On the day I met you I told James that you were very lovely and that the wolves would be coming around. He said that we're welcome to try but that you're too shy for us to actually get anywhere." Candi's face was quite a study after that little explanation. She couldn't work out if she'd been complimented, insulted or both. "Whatever," she eventually said, "but I meant it. You can look, but not touch." "That's really not fair," I grumbled, while Candi smirked. "Am I allowed to touch your shift if I don't touch you?" "Ah, what do you mean by that?" she asked cautiously. Moving slowly so that Candi could see what I was doing, I reached out and hooked a finger over the edge of her shift and pulled it gently forward, giving me a far better view of her breasts. She slapped my hand away, blushing, but I noticed she took her time doing so. She was proud of her body and enjoyed being looked at. Seeing she hadn't said no, I couldn't touch her shift, I took a closer look at it. It hung loosely on her, and the shoulder straps were very narrow. If they were moved to the side... I reached up, hooked the shoulder straps to the side and gently tugged. That shift promptly slithered down to her waist, and a beautiful pair of breasts were on display. Not satisfied, I gave the shift another little tug and then it was pooled around Candi's feet, leaving her standing there in what appeared to be a red thong. Candi squeaked and snatched her hands over her breasts, but still didn't seem in too much of a hurry. Modesty was telling her to grab for her shift, but her ego was saying he's looking at me. Right now her ego was in command, despite the modest blush she had. "What do you think you're doing?" she hissed at me. "You can't just pull a girls dress off like that." "I didn't," I protested. "I just edged the straps to the side and it sort of fell by itself. Not that I'm not happy that it did so. You've got a really spectacular figure you know. And I'm only looking. Not touching. Um. Could you move your hands for a moment?" I took her hands and eased them away from her breasts, letting me see them and letting Candi see me admiring them. And admiring them was an easy thing to do. Stepping back a little, I both gave her room and gave myself a chance to admire her full body. She was all curves, graceful and tantalising. Candi was casting looks down at her shift, knowing she should be putting it back on, but she was enjoying the way I was admiring her. For the moment her ego was rampant and controlling her. "Still not touching, only looking," I told her and reached down, hooked that silly little red thong and pulled it down, leaving her completely nude. Candi squeaked and put both hands in front of her. Definitely taking her time covering up I noted, amused. "Don't tell me they just fell," she said. "You did that deliberately. I think you'd better go." "OK," I sighed. "But I just want to look to you properly for a moment." Again I took her hands and moved them away from her body, and again she let me, though blushing fiercely. "Very nice," I murmured. "Very, very nice." I admired the view for a moment while Candi squirmed a little. She was enjoying me looking at her naked figure even though she knew she shouldn't. From the way her breasts seemed to heave a little and her legs part slightly it was as though she could actually feel my eyes running over her, stimulating her as they moved. Before Candi lost her nerve and grabbed for her clothes I advanced another step. "Do you mind if I use the Braille method when I look at your breasts?" I asked her, confident she would have no idea what that meant. "What's the braille method?" she asked. I smiled. "It's what blind people use I told her. They cup a woman's breast like this and then run their fingertips lightly over it, like this, feeling the nipple and all those little bumps around the nipple." Candi was too slow to move away this time and I captured her breasts quite easily, rolling her nipples with my thumbs. Perhaps it was the shift lying around her ankles that prevented her jumping to the side. "You're touching," she whispered. "I said no touching." "I know and I'm sorry. But you really are lovely, and I find you fascinating both to look at and to touch. You have such beautiful curves. Like these." Candi's eyes opened wide and she seemed to freeze as one of my hands dropped down and captured her pussy. I covered it with my hand and started slowly squeezing and relaxing, gently massaging it. "You're trying to seduce me," Candi told me. "You really should stop." "I know. But I'm not going to and you're going to let me. Lie down. You'll find the grass is really soft today." I lowered Candi to the grass, her eyes looking at me as though she couldn't quite believe what was happening. But she didn't resist, and her mound was hot beneath my hand. Lying there, Candi watched as I took of my trousers, staring at my equipment as the trousers dropped away. She swallowed, but didn't take her eyes off me as I eased her legs apart and settled between them. Looking a little bewildered, Candi voiced an objection. "I'm naked in the middle of my front yard," she whispered. "People are probably walking past us just a few feet away." "I know," I murmured. "Exciting, isn't it. You're out in the open and about to be ravished in broad daylight with people just the other side of the bushes, and they don't know. They can't see your lovely body as it yields to me." Suiting actions to words I rose above her, pulled her hand down to where it could hold my erection and placed her other hand on her pussy. "Your turn to do something," I told her. "Ease your lips apart and direct me where I want to go." Candi looked indignant. "Do you expect me to seduce myself," she demanded. She didn't, however, move either hand away from where I'd placed them. "Yes," was all I said. "I thought so," she grumbled, and then she was easing her lips apart and steering me into position. As soon as she'd let her lips close over the head of my cock she looked back at me. "Well?" she demanded. I grinned at her and pushed heavily into her, hearing her gasp as her hips rose up to meet my plunge. For a shy young woman, Candi certainly knew what she wanted. No sooner had I driven into her than her legs came arching over and clinging, holding me in her and apparently determined I should not escape. "My breasts," she was gasping. "Bite my breasts." With one hand I mauled her right breast while my mouth latched onto the other. I suckled fiercely, with Candi softly squealing and writhing under me. (She may have been hot and eager, but she was also aware of possible passers-by. She kept the volume muted.) At the same time I was driving fiercely into her, with Candi humping hard to meet me. She had no intention of taking a backseat and was right with to me, helping me drive. Our bodies were entwined as we came savagely together. Sweet little Candi wanted fulfilment and she wanted it now. I had no objection as my cock was leading the charge, eager to find its own fulfilment. We bounced together, and it was probably a good thing that we weren't in a bed. We probably would have broken the springs. I was hammering into Candi so hard that I wouldn't have been surprised to find a couple of smooth hollows pressed into the lawn, conforming to the shape of Candi's sweet little bottom. Candi was clawing at my shoulders, squeaking and squealing softly, while pleading for me to go in harder, please, harder. Finally Candi snatched her hand away from my shoulders and jammed it in her mouth. I could feel her shuddering under me and muffled screams were coming from around her hand as she climaxed and for the first time her legs lifted, releasing me. That didn't leave me free, of course. Her internal muscles had clamped onto my cock like a vice as I hit my own climax, locking onto me and daring me to try to leave before she was satisfied. We finally both collapsed onto the lawn and lay there, breathing hard. Eventually Candi pushed herself up onto an elbow. "I'm going to have to go and have a shower. You are just going to have to go away. You're an evil man." I grinned, reached out for her shift and handed it to her. I watched as she slipped it back on and then spoke up. "Do you remember what I said about James saying the wolves were allowed to try to seduce you?" I asked her. Candi stiffened slightly. "Yes," she said, sounding very cautious. "Do you hear that car?" I asked as a very loud vehicle passed slowly along the road, accompanied by some loud music. "That is the car of the Jameson twins, two of the wolves in question. You would have met them the same night you met me. They hunt as a pair. You'd better be fast with that shower because I suspect that they're coming here to say hullo." The sound of the engine and music stopped and a couple of car doors slammed. Candi squeaked and rushed into the house. She did not bother, I noticed, to lock the front door. Actually, she didn't even bother to close the main door, just letting the wire door swing to. She must have ducked into the en suite and jumped straight in the shower because I could hear the water start hissing. I stayed back in the garden a little, observing the twins as they passed the entrance to the garden and knocked on the door. There was no answer, but I heard the wire door open and one of the twins call out, "Hullo. Anyone home." There was a second of silence and then Candi sounded off. "Oh, my god! You're the Jameson twins, aren't you? You can't just walk into someone's house like that. You caught me in the shower and I'm not even properly dressed. This is so embarrassing." Shy little Candi seemed to have the situation well in hand. I continued with my stroll. Have-A-Go Heroes Wife The yell "STOP, POLICE!" echoed around the railway station platform closely followed by the slapping of running feet. Driven by an overwhelming desire to get away from the policeman chasing him Alexi knew if he was caught deportation would be the least of his worries. The illegal Polish immigrant was doing an errand for a nasty individual called Darren Brown and was carrying a consignment of cocaine. The coke was part of payment between Brown's gang and a rival gang which sealed a deal on the areas they were going to work in. Alexi was starting to pull away from the policeman chasing him when he was spotted by a man waiting for a train. As Alexi turned around to check where the copper was he was sent sprawling as the bystander executed a perfect rugby tackle. Winded and dazed the stunned Pole was soon under arrest and hauled off to the police station along with the consignment of coke. Alexi's partner in crime watching from the car park he quickly pulled away and picked up his phone to ring his boss. "Daz, we have a problem." "What problem, didn't they pay up?" his boss growled. "They paid ok boss, but Alexi got busted by the cops." "That useless Polish twat!" He raged "How?" "Not really his fault boss he was getting away until some punk on the railway station rugby tackled him." "Get back here and tell me more; someone's going to pay for this!" Simon Worth finished his interview with the police and made for home not realising he had scuppered a big gang land deal and a whole lot of trouble was coming his way. "So let me get this straight." "The deal went as planned and it was only fucked up by this have a go hero." Darren snarled, lip curling back in anger. "Yes boss," The driver replied smoothly. "Ok you better be telling me the truth, Martin." "Of course boss." "I will find out who this punk is, he's going to pay for this," Darren grins coldly, looking some place behind Martin's head. Slowly Martin backs away towards the door, slightly nervous with his bosses look of revenge. The following day Darren made a phone call. "Helen Coombs, Western News, how can I help you?" "Ah Helen, you owe me a favour and now I need some information." Darren reminds the young lady, resting his feet on the crappy table that was the main centre piece of his tiny, ungraded house. "...What do you need?" "As a hot shot reporter, I need you to get something on the wannabe hero at the train station who helped arrest the drug dealer. He's going to pay." He added chillingly. "Right, I'll get right onto it" she sighs "Good." He clicks end, not bothering to even say thank you. If it wasn't for him she wouldn't even be alive. It wasn't long before Helen had the information. All it took was a quick call to her friend a civilian phone operator at the local police station; his name and address were soon divulged. "Darren I have the info you wanted." "Who is he?" "Simon Worth, 26, at address is 12a Watson Close." "Great, that's just what I wanted" he smiles coldly. Now was for his revenge. Later that week Simon answered a knock on the door "Yes can I help you?" He asked the two large men in suits. "Mr Worth, we have something to discuss with you may we come in?" Something in their demeanour made Simon nervous as he ushered them in. He pushed the door closed quietly, glancing out at the road. A lonely car sat out on the curve. "What can I do for you?" he asks turning around. "Well, it's like this Mr Worth, your little stunt at the railway station made my boss a very unhappy man." Watching the colour drain from Simon's face Martin continued, "You see the man you got arrested was carrying a large payment belonging to my boss." "And as you have cost the boss that money; he wants you to pay up." The second man added punching his fist into his hand for effect. Simon tried not to tell them seem him tremble, "How much money?" "Oh let's see about ten grand," Martin replied coolly, as if the exaggerated number was normal. "The boss is a fair man, Mr Worth and will accept five if you pay quickly." "Five grand?! I don't have that kind of money!" "We will be back next week Mr Worth, It is in your best interests to get that cash to us." Martin moves towards the door, not even glancing at Martin as he steps aside. "Or our next meeting won't be so cordial." That Friday afternoon Sharon got home early and heard voices in the lounge. Stepping inside she saw the two smartly dressed men "Simon, what's going on? Who are these men?" "Mrs Worth, I assume." One man says, eying Sharon. "Yes, what is this all about?" "Your husband here owes my boss money Mrs Worth. We are trying to arrange payment I'll let him fill you in with the details. We will be back Mr Worth, good day." And with that both men left, leaving the room tense. "Oh, Simon, you haven't borrowed money from a loan shark have you?" Sharon asks advancing on her husband. "No nothing like that love." He replied and explained the past events at the railway station. "You have to go to the police. They can't hassle you like this!" "I'm not sure that would be a good idea," Simon added "They got my details from somewhere." "Well we aren't going to give in and pay up, that's final." Sharon declared, determination flashing through her eyes. Martin reported back to his boss "Well Monday morning I think we will up the ante Martin." Darren sounded almost satisfied. "Yes boss." "Get a hold of him and break a finger or two. That should bring him to his senses." Darren laughed. "Mr Worth do you have our money?" Martin asked before he'd even stepped foot in the house. "No,I'm not paying you, go away." Simon replied "That's too bad Mr Worth, My boss will want full payment now." Again Simon asked them to leave. "We have been most patient with you." As quick as a tiger pouncing on its prey, the two thugs grabbed Simon and bundled him to the floor, kicking the door closed. "Right last chance, are you going to pay?" Martin snarls as Simon attempts to shove them off. "Go to hell." Simon hissed. A snap sounded through the room, followed by a sickening scream "Oh that's just for starters we will be back and it won't just be fingers next time" Martin sneered, getting to his feet easily while Simon rolls on the floor, cradling his broken finger Sharon was trembling when she saw her husband's broken hand "Oh love, I didn't think they would go this far. What are we going to do?" she ushers him out the door, towards the car, ignoring his hesitation. "I have no idea." He replied gloomily and lets his wife lead him to the car. They'd need to think of something to tell the hospital. Wednesday morning another knock on the door made Simon answered open the door, he was immediately pushed over on to his arse with a crash. A boot crashed into his nose sending blood flowing. Sharon screamed "Stop! Please, stop!." Darren held his hand up, Martin stopped his assault "Ok let's get one thing straight, Mrs Worth all I want is to get my money back." Martin leans down, eyes hard as he stares at Simon trembling on the ground, blood leaking between his fingers. "Pay up and this all goes away." Eying up the pretty blonde wife an idea started to form. Darren had a wide criminal enterprise, if you could make money from it he was into it. Sharon said "Can we please work something out? a payment plan perhaps?" "What do you propose?" Martin asks, trying not to get distracted by the woman's innocent appearance. Oh how he wanted to destroy that innocence, to make her scream and beg. "We could manage a hundred a month." She hopefully replied "No deal, Mrs Worth, It would go on forever. I'm not a bank you know." Getting desperate she added "What about if I did some work for you?" "Mrs Worth a waitress in my club wouldn't earn enough money to pay that back and you don't look like the sort of girl to make ten grand quickly as a prostitute." Laughing he added "Too innocent by far." "There must be something we can sort out, please don't hurt Simon any more, he's a good man." Darren again looked her up and down "I might be able to come to an agreement with you. I'll be in touch with the proposal later." Despite the look of hesitation on her face Sharon just nodded. "Okay" "Let's go." Turning back to Sharon he added "I will send a car to pick you both up later." Darren made a call to a business contact in Africa "Omar do you still require the product?" "Ah Mr Darren nice to hear from you I didn't think you were interested in this project." "We'll let us say an opening has developed and if all goes to plan it will cost you a hundred grand." "Well Mr Darren if you can arrange it the cash it's yours." "I will be in touch, Omar." Darren ends the call, turning around to look at his worker in the corner. "Martin, go and collect the Worth's, I think we may be able to offer them a deal." Sharon and her bruised husband arrived at his office later. Darren started by saying "I have a way out of this which will be beneficial to us both. Mr Worth when you preformed your little act you cost me more than money. I also lost the services of a valued member of my staff. So this is my proposal." Sharon shifted nervously in her chair as Darren started his pitch "As you have no money the only way to stop you becoming a motorway bridge support is for your wife to pay." "How do you know we have no money?" Simon spluttered, ignoring his comment Darren continued. "Oh a pretty young woman, like your wife will be able to pay me back with one job." "One job, what on earth is it?" Sharon asked slowly, clearly not too enthusiastic about the idea. "Well I lost the services of my employee for about ten months, so I will take your wife for about ten months." Continuing on he added "We will impregnate her! And when the baby is born we will return her to you, and you can put this sorry episode behind you." Sharon gasped, Darren paused then added "I will get paid for the baby, your debt is cleared and no one gets hurt." "No we can't agree to this." Simon stammered. Sharon looked at her husband and calmly said "We have no choice" She turns back to Darren, her shoulder slumping slightly in defeat. "I will do it." Darren nodded and handed her some papers. "Just sign these and we will start the ball rolling." Sharon signed the documents without reading them and handed them over. "I'm glad we have a deal, Sharon, we will pick you up later and take you to my office." Darren sat reclining in his office chair as the couple were ushered in a hours later. "Take a seat; I'll explain how this will work." Visibly nervous the couple sat down in front of the mobster. "Simon you will tell anyone that needs to know that you wife has a new job working as a travel rep and will be away for nearly a year." Picking up a mobile phone "This is Sharon's new phone; you and your family can ring her at any time on this number." Pausing he added "The number is registered abroad so even though she is staying in the UK the phone will show up as being in Tunisia." "Sharon you will stay in the care of my staff and you won't leave my clinic until the baby is handed over do you understand?" Sharon nodded. An ashen faced Simon started protesting "No we can't- I won't allow." His protest cut short by a sharp slap from Martin "Take him outside while I talk to the sensible one." Darren snapped. They waited as Martin dragged Simon off his chair and pushed him out the door. "Right any questions?" Darren asks the woman. "Please don't hurt him anymore." She said tearfully. "If you do what you have agreed to do then no we won't need to hurt him." Adding in a menacing manner "Let me down however, he will be a supporting pillar of the new bridge on the motorway." Later that day Darren picked Sharon up and drove her blindfolded to what he called the clinic. Taking the blindfold off Sharon saw she was at a large house in the middle of the woods. Stepping out of the car she followed Darren into the building. They were greeted by a woman wearing a white coat "Nice to see you again Darren and you must be Sharon, I'll take you to your room and we can start the tests." "Tests? What tests?" "Oh nothing to worry about, just a blood test so we can work out your cycle, that way we get the quickest results. And the sooner you can go home." "How are you going to plant the egg into my womb?" Sharon asked the woman taking blood "We don't its natural conception here." She stated "There, blood test done I'll see you soon." "Wait what do you mean natural conception?" Sharon yelled after the woman disappearing out of the door with her blood. Darren had rigged the house with high resolution cameras fully intent on making a bit more money by turning his reluctant subject into a porn star. Watching the five foot six blonde woman as she surveyed her room he said to Martin "I need to nail her myself before the studs ruin her." The two men laughed and went to Sharon's room. Opening the door Darren walked in Martin closed the door behind him and waited outside. "Right Sharon it's time to start paying me back." He dropped his trousers "get over here and get me ready." She gasped and stood transfixed like a rabbit caught in headlights "Come on girl, get your lips around this I don't have all night." He scowls. Realising he meant it, she nervously crossed the room and knelt in front of him. Taking his cock in her soft hands reluctantly she brought it to her mouth. "That's a good girl, get me nice and hard." She started sucking on his cock feeling it slowly getting bigger in her mouth. Darren smiled enjoying the amateur cock sucking he was getting. Sharon's jaw soon started to ache as the throbbing cock got to its full eight inch length. Darren stroked her blonde hair before placing his hands on the back of her head and forcing her head forwards impaling her mouth fully on his cock. The unexpected sudden move caused her to starting choking. Pulling out of her mouth Darren laughed and pulled her up "Not much of a cocksucker are you?" In one quick move he ripped her blouse open the buttons cascading onto the floor. Before Sharon could react the bra had gone the same way her 34in breasts exposed to the mobster's hungry gaze. Cupping and roughly pinching the nipples caused the frightened girl to cry out. Moving quickly Darren pushed her back against the arm of the sofa. As she fell backwards he grabbed her legs and deftly removed her shoes. Darren sat they're for a minute; simply admiring the woman's long, smooth legs and her skirt up around her waist with her white panties on full display. Chuckling to himself he pulled her around to the edge of the sofa pushed her legs apart and knelt between them. Again he worked quickly pushing the gusset of her panties to one side he lapped at her slit with his tongue. Sharon gasped at the sudden touch on her intimate parts. Regaining some thought of reasoning she tried to push his head away, but he refused to move. Darren feeling her resistance popped his head up from under her skirt looked her straight in the eyes and eerily sneered. "Any more of that and Simon will be in concrete." Panicking she laid back. "Good girl." There was no resistance as Darren removed her panties and skirt. Running his hand through her blonde curls he located her clit and pressed his mouth to the sensitive flesh. Gasping for breath as unwanted sensations started forming in her body Sharon tensed as she felt Darren push a finger into her hole. He knew she was starting to get worked up her juices were starting to flow and his finger was now moving easier in her tight channel. Pushing his finger fully into her he marvelled at how tight she was he was going to enjoy fucking her. Lapping at her clit he felt her tense up again Sharon started moaning "Oh no- god-oh." Pushing his finger quicker and quicker into her the inexperienced young wife soon started bucking and writhing in an orgasm. Not letting her recover her senses he carried on stroking her clit with his slimy finger as he raised himself up. Taking his thick erect cock in his other hand he rubbed the tip against her clit and down her tight slit. Slowly teasing her senses he waited until she started moaning again then pushed his hips forward. Lodging the thick head into her tight hole then quickly pushed all the way in the tight pussy gripped the invading cock like a silk vice. Sharon realised Darren was not much bigger than her husband and was not suffering any discomfort from this unwanted union. And as she relaxed she started to enjoy the sensations the strange cock was starting to give her. Trembling she looks at the man standing over her. Darren for his part was very controlled and was only slowly pushing in and out of her, determined to last as long as possible in the delightfully tight passage clutching his cock. Slowly as the steady thrusts into her body continued Sharon again felt an orgasm start to build deep in her core. She felt hot, and her stomach was being assaulted with a tight pressure threatening to release. Darren felt her pussy quivering around his cock and knew she was close. He picked up his pace plunging into to her with increased speed, his balls slapping against her in a steady rhythm. Her legs gripped around him as her orgasm broke locking him deep in her. Being unable to move until she calmed down had allowed him to avoid shooting his load and as she relaxed her grip he started moving in her again. Darren realised he wouldn't last much longer so he really started giving it to her the long steady strokes getting more and more ragged, ramming into her harder an deeper, welcoming her slightly screams whenever he hit her g-spot. He could feel pressure in his balls, felt Sharon's cunt tightening around his as he fucked her hard. It suddenly dawned on her, natural conception. Oh god, it was Darren's baby she was going to carry. Sharon was too weak from the orgasm to try and push him off and as he sawed into her and another one was looming. Darren grabbed her tits and pinched the nipples the new sensations sent Sharon over the edge again. Darren gave a particularly hard thrust as she again quivered around his cock and discharged deep into her, the blast of cum shot from his prick to flowed deep into her pussy. He pulled his softening cock from her well fucked hole with a plop. "What a great fuck you are Sharon, I enjoyed that." He said with a grin. Panting hard between breaths she managed to say. "The baby you want me to carry is yours, isn't it." Laughing Darren replied. "Oh no, I can't get you pregnant I have had the snip." "Besides our client has specific needs and I don't fit the bill." And with that comment he got dressed and left her to clean herself up. Two days later two large black men arrived at Darren's office "Ah, Nathan, Jack, sit down boys let me fill you in with the job I have for you. Right it's fairly simple I have a hot little blonde lady and it's your job to knock her up." Darren showed the lads a picture of Sharon. They both nodded approvingly "Fuck her over and over again until you get her up the duff. I'll even pay you when you accomplish the task. Are you up to it?" Nathan said with glee "Sure thing boss we don't need asking twice." "Good lads, oh by the way I guarantee there will be no come back on this." "I'll let you know when we are good to start but I want a real good load saved up for her so no sex or wanking you got it?" Both men nodded "Good, I knew I could rely on you. I will set it up and call you soon." Sharon realised the clinic as Darren called was nothing more than a prison for her. Everything she needed was on hand and the staff, were at her beck and call. She had telephone calls from her husband and had assured him everything was fine although she hadn't mentioned her tryst with Darren. Have-A-Go Heroes Wife It was into her second week when the lady in the white coat appeared "Ah Sharon I have the test results and they indicate your most fertile time starts on Thursday." Adding with a smile she said. "The donors will arrive then and we will begin the process." Sharon mumbled "Oh alright." The lady in the white coat smiled again as she turned to leave parted with "Don't worry just relax you will be fine." The remaining days passed too quickly for Sharon's liking and Thursday arrived much to her dismay. Fearing what Darren would do to Simon and herself if she backed out she reasoned she had no choice but to carry it through. The day started out the same as any other breakfast followed by a shower and daytime television. Down stairs however it was a different story. While she spent her time upstairs a room had been set aside as a conception room filled with state of the art hidden cameras and a large bed. Nathan and Jack had both arrived and were settling in and finalising details with Darren. "Ok I think the best policy is to act singly one on one so to speak, the pair of us together might spook her out." Jack stated. "Yea you have a point." Nathan agreed "So who gets to nail her first?" Darren looked up. "Easy I will flip a coin winner gets first dibs, mind your both going to be banging her for about a month." Jack won the coin toss. "Ok, let's get the party started." Darren said with glee "Nathan we will watch from the observation room." As they left Darren called out to the lady in the white coat "Go and get Sharon, its Showtime." Jack waited for Sharon to enter the room his heavy balls were starting to ache and he was looking forward to relieving the pressure. As Sharon was ushered into the room by the white coated lady she saw the large imposing black man standing there. Coming from a small town in the South West of England she had no experience of black people at all. There were only few of them in her town, she was very scared now. "Sharon this is donor number one I'll leave you to get acquainted." "Wait you mean there is more than one?" She yelled at the departing woman. "Of course dear we need to get the job done quickly." She locked the door behind her. Jack smiled at the pretty blonde "Easy girl I won't hurt you. It's not a race we will take it nice and slow. Now lose those clothes let me see that body your hiding under there." Without saying a word Sharon slowly pulled off her top. Jack licked his lips in anticipation as her tits were exposed to his gaze. "And now remove the rest of the clothes." He whispered Shaking like a leaf she removed her jeans and sat on the bed. Jack stood in front of her he placed his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her back onto the bed. Lying down beside her he started caressing her breasts, expertly flicking the nipples with his fingers. "Please can we just get this over with?" Sharon asked "Shush there is no hurry; we might as well enjoy the job we have to do. besides it will be easier on you if I work you up a bit." He replied in a low voice while still caressing her sensitive nipples. Jack continued his assault on her tits the nipples started to harden. Lowering his mouth he gently sucked and bit them, drawing a gasp from the trembling girl. Sharon looked down her body and saw the contrast of his dark skin against her pure white complexion. As he switched his lapping tongue from one nipple to the other his hands slowly moved down her body. Caressing her flat stomach and moving toward her panty clad pussy. Knowing resistance was futile Sharon gently raised her hips as Jack pulled her panties off and down her legs. The removal of the last piece of clothing complete, he again started tormenting her nipples again. The roaming hands again started their caresses: tickling her stomach and belly button. Jacks hand brushed through the sparse blonde hair and soon located his goal. His thick fingers slowly stroked her pussy, running all the way down her slit to her tight arse hole. Moving his mouth down, he licked a trail all the way down her body, kissing her belly button and continuing on until he reached her golden pubic hair. Before Sharon had realised what had happened Jack had grabbed her legs pulled her to the edge of the bed. He then knelt on the floor pulled them apart and clamped his hot mouth slap bang on her pussy. His tongue was busy lapping and probing her tight hole and clit. The pleasure signals speeding to her brain told her an orgasm was not going to be long in hitting her. Out of her sight Jack used his spare hand to undo his belt and unfasten his trousers. Expertly he removed his shoes and clothes without her noticing. Her juices were flowing freely now it would soon be time to deposit the first potent load into her womb. Jack carried on with his oral assault as he slowly stroked his cock to full erection. At eleven inches long she was going to need all the lubrication he could coax out of her. Sharon started to shake as the orgasm sped through her body. Jack raised himself up and pushed her legs up onto his shoulders. As Sharon came to her senses she could feel the tip of his cock running up and down her pussy as Jack coated the bulbous tip in her juices. Pushing forwards with his hips he lodged the tip of his cock into her tight channel stretching her pussy lips tight around his cock. Sharon squealed as the massive shaft pushed deeper into to her. "Oh stop please, it's hurting me." Sharon desperately pleaded to deaf ears. Jack taking no notice flexed more of his cock into her enjoying the tightness. Pulling back and pushing ever so slightly more of his shaft into her each time he worked his way further in. Sharon's face grimacing as every new inch pushed her pussy apart. Jack felt more resistance against the tip of his cock and was sure he was about to hit virgin territory. Staying at that depth he slowly increased the speed of his thrusts letting her get used to his girth. As the pain receded pleasure started to take over and Sharon grabbed the sheets of the bed in a tight fist and the cries of pain were replaced by her pleasured gasps. With amazing control Jack built up the speed of his strokes still resisting the urge to bury the final three inches of his cock into her. Pounding her relentlessly he grasped her ankles and pushed her legs sideways into a v shape opening her up a bit more. It was then he lunged fully in. Sharon's eyes bulged out and her mouth emitted a high pitched scream as the long cock fully lodged in her. Not pausing at all Jack pulled all of his cock out of her and right back in again to the hilt. Repeating the process over and over again Sharon was soon reduced to a quivering wreck. As her pussy pulsed around his cock Jack knew his churning balls would soon erupt. Pulling out quickly as the sensations started he gripped his shaft tightly close to the base of his cock. Watching from the observation room Darren stated "What the hell is he doing? He is supposed to shoot it in her." "Wait he knows what he's doing, he has a technique to make him cum stronger just watch." Nathan replied. Jack's prick twitched a small amount of cum shot from the end of his prick landing on Sharon's belly. Sharon for her part was amazed and relieved he hadn't shot it into her, however her relief was short lived. Once the twitching had stopped Jacks cock was still as hard as ever. He rubbed the spilt cum into her skin with his hand. He grabbed her legs; he spread her wide open and inserted his cock fully into her again. Bending her in two her ankles on his shoulders he reared in and out relentlessly driving her into the mattress with alarming speed. His golf ball sized balls now slapped her arse on every thrust. Sharon just mewed and panted as the vigorous fucking she was receiving over whelmed her senses. She came again in an orgasm that was so strong she passed out. Jack slowed his pumping while she came to and when he felt her respond again picked up the pace. Finally he could hold out no more with a final lunge he buried his full length into her and emptied his load deep into her churning pussy. Sharon felt the cock deep in her twitch and a hot pulsing as cum flowed out of jack's organ flooding into her unprotected fertile cunt. Jack had deposited a massive load so big it seeped back down his shaft as it overfilled Sharon's pussy. As his cock softened he withdrew and admired the sight of her open cum filled cunt "Round one complete, I'll be back, you're a great fuck." He said as he got himself together and left her lying limp on the bed. The following morning after a fitful sleep the dreaded sight of the white coated woman entered her room "Time for donor two Sharon come along please." Like she was in a trance she found herself following on like a lost sheep. Entering the same bedroom as yesterday she was dismayed to find another huge black guy standing there in just his underpants. Nathan stood looking at her with a lust in his eye. Nowhere near as patient as Jack he was fully intent on getting the job done as quickly as possible. Dropping his underwear to the floor his semi erect tool waved like a wand in front of him. "Get them clothes off and get on that bed." He snarled. Afraid of disobeying Sharon complied. "Suck it, get me hard." He ordered. Shaking she reached for his long cock it was then she noticed the strange shaped small head on the long shaft. The rest of his cock was very fat but the cockhead was like an arrowhead. Gently sucking the small sensitive head soon had the blood rushing, and Nathan's cock grew to its full twelve and a half inches. Pushing her off and onto her back on the bed he quickly took hold of her legs. Spreading them wide he jumped in-between them lined his cock up against her opening and rammed straight in. With no thought for her comfort he reared on and on, forcing more of his thick shaft into her tight passage. As she squealed in pain he rammed on grunting. "Take it, take it." Fucking her with ever increasing stokes the long cock sinking deeper and deeper. He felt the tip crash against her cervix, an act that brought a sharp pain deep in her tortured body. Nathan started nailing her with lightning speed all the way in and out each in stroke hitting her cervix wall. The pain in side her slowly turned to pleasure as the thick shaft was driven in and out harshly. He felt her relax slightly and knew it was nearly time. Pulling out of her he flipped her over, dragged her down to the edge of the bed and impaled her from behind. His long cock was soon impaled into her again the change in angle caused the small tip to press on a different spot on her cervix. He flexed his long cock into her in a small stirring motion until he felt what he was looking for. The arrow head of his cock prodded the entrance to her womb increasing the pressure on every in stroke he felt the resistance start to give as the cockhead forced its way in. Squealing and screaming Sharon pinned on the bed could do nothing as he rutted on and on. Smiling broadly he gave an extra hard shove the tip pushed through the tight cervical opening. Finally fully in his balls tingling he unleashed a torrent of pent up cum directly into her womb. Sharon screamed a loud shriek as the cock burst through then felt the volleys of cum spraying like a shotgun burst deep in her body. Nathan slowly pulled his shaft from her battered pussy, wiped the excess cum onto her blonde curls. She reached down to sooth her burning tortured cunt it was then she realised there was hardly any excess cum pouring out of her. Trapped directly in her womb nearly all of it was where it was destined to go. Taking it in turns the two lads screwed her every day for about a month. Until a bout of sickness confirmed they had achieved the task they had been set. The white coated woman took another blood test which confirmed the result. Darren pleased as punch paid the two studs and sent them on their way. Eight and a half months later Sharon gave birth to a healthy half cast baby boy. Which Darren quickly made sure was smuggled out of the country in a small yacht. The elaborate operation he had set up had ensured that no trace of the baby would ever be found. Darren had pocketed a lot of money from this set up. Getting Sharon to sign documents blind including a model release from allowing him to sell the videos of her getting fucked had topped up the cash from the deal considerably. After a period of recuperation Darren came to see Sharon "Time to take you home." He said as he placed the blindfold on her for the journey home. About an hour in to the journey he told her to take it off. Her eyes adjusted to the light and saw a bouquet of flowers on the seat next to her along with a white box. "Go on, open it." Darren urged, Sharon gasped as she removed the lid it was stuffed with cash. Darren said "I'm not completely heartless, that's your earnings to compensate you for paying on your husband's mistake." "Thank you." She mumbled as she counted the bundles of cash. On the bottom of the pile she spotted a DVD as she held it up Darren laughed "A little memento of your time working for me. Mind you I wouldn't show it to Simon." Realising what it contained, she quickly hid it in her coat. Darren watched her reunite with her husband and quickly drove away. Sharon cuddled her husband tightly "Don't ever put me through anything like that again." She declared as they went into their flat to rebuild their lives. Have A Good Day My name is Helen. I've always had a fantasy of having sex with a black man. A few weeks ago it happened. I was standing in the shower, when I heard my doorbell. I turned off the water and put on my robe. Before I left I took a look in the mirror to admire my body for a few seconds. My breasts have always been my best feature. My legs were long and smooth and I my pussy was trimmed. I walked out of the bathroom and pulled my robe together. It was extremely short and walking down the stairs I realized how short. It went about an inch below my ass, but it was too late to change now. I opened the door and leaned against the doorframe. Three hot black men were standing there, all with equipment to fix something. "Can I help you?" One of them nodded. "My name's Jeremy, we came to fix your AC." I nodded and motioned them in. For some reason, my AC had stopped working a few days ago, and I called, but with my busy life I forgot. The last one in took a minute and looked me up and down. I smiled at him and then led them to the AC. I could feel Jeremy's eyes burning through my robe. Maybe it was just the heat in the house. "Here it is." I did a dramatic wave with my arm and sighed. The three men nodded and walked over to it. I turned to leave, but then had a sudden question. "Why are all three of you here? Doesn't it take just one?" Jeremy stood up and walked a little closer to me. "Mark and Chris are here to learn. They're new." I nodded and asked if they wanted anything to eat, they said no and I walked out. I went back upstairs and blow-dried my hair, put make up on, and then went to my room to dress. I shut the door to where only an inch was open. They were downstairs with the AC so I had nothing to worry about. I picked out a black tank top and a really short khaki skirt. It was a little shorter than my robe, but I didn't notice. I went downstairs to check on the guys. I walked in and all three of them looked me up. Jeremy however never made it to my eyes. He stopped at my tits and announced that I needed a part replaced. I nodded and asked them when I could get it and they said that they would come back the next day. I nodded and we all walked to the foyer. "So, I'll see you tomorrow?" Jeremy nodded, but Chris stated that he and Mark had their first job tomorrow, so I congratulated them. As they walked by they smiled at me and gave me an appreciative look at my body. When Jeremy walked by he put his hand lightly on my ass and gave it a small squeeze. I smiled sweetly and then shut the door behind him. *~*~*~*~* That night, I lied in bed and thought about Jeremy. I was glad he was going to come by again tomorrow. I wanted him to fuck me. Tomorrow I would seduce him. It couldn't be too hard. I would dress real slutty and make overt passes at him. Opening my legs, down shirt peeks, etc… I hoped it would work. I only wanted to do it once and I figure the skanky the better. He wouldn't come back. Maybe. I let my hand drift to my pussy and I started to finger myself to the idea of what tomorrow what would bring. I brought my hand up to my breasts and massaged the nipple. I came sooner than I thought. I must have been really wet. *~*~*~*~* The next morning I showered and primped. Light makeup; only lip gloss and smoky eyes. Next was the outfit. I found a sheer white top and a barely there skirt. I bended and tested it out. It worked out so if I bended, everything would be open. I decided against a bra and underwear. I took a look in the mirror and saw my breasts clear as day and my nipples were hard. I decided on a pair of stilettos. I looked good, but really slutty. I wondered where I got the shirt. I couldn't remember buying it. Oh well. I tested out everything. I put a chair in the room so I could sit down and watch. If he asked why I would tell him the rest of the house was empty and that I didn't want to be lonely. I would frequently cross and uncross my leg. Ask him if he wants something to drink or eat and if he does take him to the kitchen and proceed to bend over, let my shirt open so he can see my tits and if he didn't get the picture, he was dense. Around 11 AM, I heard the doorbell. I walked to the door, saw that it was Jeremy and opened it. He walked in and took a look at me. He smiled at my shirt and said that he was back. I followed him to the room, picking up a Cosmo on the way. I sat down in the empty room. "Why don't you ever do anything with this room?" I didn't know so I told him I didn't know. He nodded and got to work. I crossed and uncrossed my legs the next hour, reading Cosmo. Occasionally letting them drift open. I could tell he was watching me every now and then. At twelve I stood up and announced it was lunch. "Put away your tools we're having lunch." He put down the tool and then we walked to the kitchen. I asked him what he wanted and he said he didn't care, but he did. All guys do, they just say they don't. I walked to my cabinet and he sat on a stool at the kitchen island. I stood on my tiptoes and reached up for hot dog buns. I couldn't reach it. So I got up on the counter and stood up on my knees. I got them. As I got down I let one leg open up and expose me before jumping off the counter. I got a pot to boil them and bent over. I put it on the stove, put the hot dogs in, and heated up the buns. I went and sat by Jeremy. I faced toward the opposite of where I was, while he faced towards it. I kept my legs uncrossed. He looked at my legs than trailed up to my breasts. I caught him and he looked up at me. I smiled at him and then looked at the wall. I was getting the response I wanted. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I went and checked on the hot dogs. They were ready, so I got the toppings. He said he liked mustard and ketchup. I bent over in the refrigerator and could feel the air on my pussy and ass. I grabbed the two items, stood up, and closed the fridge. I put them on the island and put the hot dogs all together. We ate in silence. To sit closer to the island, I spread my legs a little open, but the counter covered me. I could see the disappointment in his eyes. When we were done, I grabbed another magazine and we proceeded to the desolate room. I sat down in my chair and he went back to work. I asked him how much longer it would be. "Only 30 minutes or so." I found myself saying oh. Whatever I was going to do I had to do it quick. I bent over and took off my shoes. I could tell he was watching me. When I was done, I brought my feet up on the chair. When the thirty minutes was up and I had continuously exposed myself and even flirted with him, he got up and announced he was finished. I smiled and thanked him. "I gotta get going." I nodded and went to hug him. He finally did something. As soon as I hugged him, he grabbed my ass. I smiled and hugged him harder. The hand on my ass went lower and trailed under my skirt. He followed my crack and then went back down, grabbing my bare ass. I moaned and kept on hugging him. His other hand went to the front and cupped my pussy. His middle finger tested how wet I was. "Damn girl, you are hot, wet, and so ready." I nodded. I forgot my tongue for a while. He pushed me away a little and then pulled down my skirt. He left my shirt on and carried me into my living room. I have a huge window that looks out to the neighborhood and anyone around can see inside. There were no bushes or objects to obstruct it. He opened it and allowed everyone to look in. He stripped down and I finally saw what I had been wanting. His cock was almost a foot. It was hard and begging to be touched. I took off my shirt and walked over to him. I knelt down and took it in my mouth. My hand reached up to hold it. Jeremy grabbed my head and started to fuck my mouth. His cock went down my throat and I was unsure if it could fit, but it did. I moaned and grabbed his ass, pulling his cock even further. He came down my throat and started to take it out while cumming. I got to taste it and I had never tasted something so good. He grabbed my shoulder and brought me back up. He dragged me to the couch and put one my legs on the top of the couch and the other one on the floor. He stared at me and then stuck his cock in me. I moaned and threw my head back, arching my back. He continued to thrust while he bent down and sucked on my nipples. As this continued, I looked outside and found 3 black teenagers, all I recognized as 18, my neighbors kids. I smiled at them and then grabbed Jeremy's back. My legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked my pussy. With one final thrust he came. I followed shortly after. He looked out the window and saw the guys. He waved and went to put on his clothes. I stayed lying on the couch. I turned towards him. "Thanks for the great day." He smiled and nodded. "Glad you enjoyed it." I got up and walked him to the door. I gave him a kiss on the cheek I went to the window and watched as he left. The three guys were still there, staring at my tits. I smiled and opened a part of the window. "Not today boys." I closed the window and walked to my shower. Have a Good Day The morning was like every other. I got up, got ready for work, got the kids off to daycare, and went back home to get logged into work. My day wasn't looking too busy. I only had a couple of assignments to take care of. I started checking my business emails and was about the pack up and leave. Just as I was about ready to go, I heard my wife coming down the stairs. She usually wasn't up that early, so I was happy to have a chance to tell her good-bye and wish her well for the day. The stairs are carpeted, so I didn't hear her coming until I heard the clack of a high heel hitting the hardwood floor. I turned around and all I could say was, "Good morning." She must have dressed for the occasion while I was out. She had her hair pulled back into a pony tail. She was wearing a teal green babydoll with a matching thong and black patent leather high heels. Her thong was covered by the leather harness that held her nine-inch rubber cock. I responded immediately as pressure grew against my zipper. She walked seductively across the kitchen to where I was standing. She didn't say anything. She just leaned in and kissed me deeply. Her hand quickly started rubbing my hard on through my pants. I was so excited that I didn't know if I was going to be able to hold out. She moved her hands to my belt. She unbuckled my belt and undid my pants to let them drop to the floor. Then she hooked her thumbs into my boxers and pulled them down until her face was even with my hard on. She reached up and teased my tip, smearing my precum over the head of my cock. She smiled up at me and took my cock into her mouth. Her lips and tongue were extremely soft and warm against my sensitive skin. I felt like I wasn't going to be able to stand for long, so I leaned back against the counter as she sucked. She kept sucking until I was so hard that it hurt. I was ready to cum, so I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her mouth all the way down my shaft. I felt the tip of my cock touch the back of her throat, and she must have felt me twitch. She pulled her mouth off of me to keep me from cumming. Then she stood up and kissed me again. While we kissed, she slid her hands up my chest to my shoulders. She placed her hands firmly on my shoulders and pushed down. She was firmly coaxing me to my knees and I found my face even with her crotch. She put the tip of her dong to my mouth and pushed forward. The rubber shaft slipped into my mouth as I parted my lips. I sucked as deeply as I could and ran my hands up the inside of her thigh. My fingers found her center. She was soaked through her panties. I moved the harness and her panties to the side and pushed two fingers into her. I fingered her while I sucked. Then she repaid what I had done to her. She placed her hand on the back of my head and pulled my mouth all the way down her shaft. Her tip touched the back of my throat and I felt my fingers being clenched and coated with her cum. Her orgasm subsided and she pulled me back up to kiss her. We kissed passionately for a moment. Then she placed her hands on my shoulders and turned me around to face the counter. She put her hands firmly on my back and bent me over the counter. She leaned over my back and reached into the kitchen drawer. She pulled out a bottle of lube she had hidden- which let me know she had planned our encounter. That turned me on even more. I felt cool lube drip into my ass. Then I looked back to see her pouring some lube into her hand. She looked at me with a smile as she jacked her dong to coat it with lube. She stepped forward and placed the slick tip at my hole. I arched my back to give her access and she pushed forward. I stretched open with a sudden mix of pain and pleasure as she entered me. Then she slid her full length into me until the fronts of her hips met my ass. I clenched wildly at the invasion and my knees went weak. She wrenched her fists into my hips and began to slide in and out. She started with long, slow strokes to allow me to get used to the size. Then her mercy faded. She pumped into me fast and hard. Her hips slapped against my ass. Each meeting between our flesh sent a shockwave of sexual energy through my entire body. I screamed out, "I'm going to cum!" She quickly reached around my body and rubbed my cock with the same pace she was using to fuck me. I couldn't hold out any longer. My cock twitched and my ass clenched. I gasped for air as I began to spew cum all over her fist and onto the floor. She kept fucking me until every drop had been exhausted from my body. Then she stopped humping. She slowly pulled out of me and gave me a hard slap on my ass. I was still bent over the counter panting for my breath when she walked away. All she said was, "Have a good day at work." Have A Nice Day Edited by Angel Love How many times had we talked about our fantasies? It was my plan that one day I would fulfill one of those fantasies and today was to be that day. You had been walking for quite a few months, getting fitter for your old age you called it. So I knew your route and routine, I knew you left your walking partner two blocks back and you would be slowing down your pace and probably looking forward to a hot shower, which I often joined you in. I wanted today to be special, something different. I knew you would love my Valentine's present for you. As you turn the corner nearing the end of your walk you notice in the distance someone kneeling on the footpath. You're intrigued; as you get closer you realize it's a woman, as each step brings you closer still you realize it's me. A small smile of recognition covers your face along with confusion. I can read with that look you have no idea what I have in mind. I look up at you and smile beckoning you closer. Your pace turns to a saunter as you slowly approach and stop in front of me. I look up smiling and whisper, "Surprise!" Before you have a chance to say a word I put my hand up and gently massage your cock, encouraging it to come to life. You groan as realization hits you, your confusion now replaced with a look of surprise. I feel you hardening under my hand and you notice my eyes have moved from your own to watch your cock growing. You feel yourself starting to pulsate. A slightly pained expression comes across your face knowing that I will not take no for an answer even here in the daylight, in the middle of the street. I undo your fly. You start to protest and I push your hand away and say a definite and firm, "No, please give me this pleasure." The slight pleading in my voice makes you realize I need this as much as you. You allow me to free your hardening cock. I wrap my fingers around you, slowly but gently massaging you into full hardness. I crawl closer taking your knob in my mouth, tickling and tantalizing you with light flicks of my tongue. I moan at your familiar taste. My hand now reaching behind you I pull you deeply into my mouth as my strokes become firmer and faster. My tongue explores you as I move up and down, taking more of you in with each stroke. My teeth graze the sides of your shaft, sending small shocks right through you. I feel you sway slightly as I take you all in my mouth, my tongue now massaging you, my hand completing the sensation of excitement as my movements grow faster and harder, urging you to near your orgasmic explosion. I feel you swelling in my mouth, coming closer and closer to the final outcome. Your cock is now throbbing and I hear your low guttural moan. You put your hand gently but firmly on the back of my head encouraging me to take more of you in. Your sway has now turned to a gentle pumping as at last I have you all in my mouth, my tongue moving quickly all over you leading you onward, further, nearer to making you cum. I feel you at last reaching your climax. I hold you in my mouth sucking you harder and harder wanting your juices to fill my mouth. You are amazed as you feel your knob throbbing against the back of my throat, still my teeth grazing against the sides of your shaft. Finally you can stand it no longer, you push firmer on my head as you moan and sway, your cock shooting your warm cum straight down my throat. I swallow; freely sucking you and milking all of your juices. A low moan leaves you as you cum. Slowly I allow your cock to leave my mouth licking you all over as I give you a final small kiss and bite to let you know how much I enjoyed every moment of our morning encounter. I gently put your cock away from any prying eyes and with your eyes still closed you still stand there enjoying the euphoria as I stand looking up at you smiling. I take your head in my hands giving you a light kiss on your closed eyes and lips. "Thank you," I say as I turn and walk away. Pausing just once I turn back, smile and quietly say, "Happy Valentine's Day my love." Have a Nice Day Judy Drum was driving along the busy street when she saw a familiar car ahead of her. She would know her husband's Caddy anywhere. She saw he had a passenger. The license tag was proof she was right. It read DRUM4U. She dropped back and noticed that Fred, her husband seemed to be in animated conversation with his female companion. She dropped back and let another couple of cars get between them. What in the hell was going on? She had never had any reason to think he would cheat on her. They proceeded for several more blocks and she saw his right turn signal come on. He turned into a Motel parking area. She kept going and went around the block and found another entrance to the Motel parking lot. She drove around the building. She saw his car. Then she saw him, from less than twenty feet away, he followed a gorgeous black woman into a room. The door shut behind them. She was devastated and pulled into an empty parking spot and sat and thought about Fred. She loved her husband and he was the only man she could even imagine being married to... Damn him, how could he do this to her after all the months of shit he gave her when he caught her with Frank Brooks, that had been nothing but a little harmless recreational necking and petting at a party. Sure, Frank was feeling her up and was kissing her bare breasts while she had her hand inside his fly. That was as far as she was ever going to let it go. Fred threw a fit, acting as if she had let Frank fuck her or something. Well, now Fred was going to be taught a lesson. She would put a big time hurting on him. Yes! She would teach him two could play this game. She had to be sure about this first. She didn't want to make a mistake. She didn't want to put her marriage in jeopardy in any way, she loved Fred and had fifteen years invested in her marriage, not to mention their three children. No a divorce was out of the question. She pulled her cell phone out of her purse and set it to take telephoto pictures. She also selected the time/date label option. It was over an hour before he came out. He was putting on his suit coat and straightening his tie as he walked alone back to his Caddy. Judy got five good shots of him leaving the room. She watched as he backed out and turned away from her. As she started her Honda she decided to see where he went now. She picked up her cell phone and pressed speed dial 2. His secretary Marsha answered, "Hi Mrs. Drum, he is out of the office right now working with a client's books, he should be back any minute." "Tell him I called, I couldn't get him on his cell phone and I wanted to talk to him. How long has this been going on?" "Oh, I guess it has to be over a month and a half now. It isn't every day, but he says it is a very important client." "OK, I try to not bother him at work, but it seemed strange that he didn't answer." "Yeah! He has instructed me not to bother him while he is working on this case. I just put anything that requires his attention on hold until he gets back. He already told me he would be out of the office from 11 to 1 every day this week." "Fine, listen, don't tell him I called, I don't want to disturb him, OK?" "Sure, no problem! G'bye." "Goodbye, Marsha." Yeah! She thought, like he is really working in a Motel room for two hours a day with a gorgeous black woman. One of them might be working alright, but it wasn't dear old Freddy. How could he do this to her? She thought for a moment and then called her best friend Joanne. She told her what she had seen and learned that day. Joanne said she had the same problem with her ex-husband and it had ended up in a nasty divorce. She said she really missed the guy and she said it was the wrong way to go. "Listen girl, take my advise. Do not let him know you are on to what he is doing. Wait until you have more evidence, then spring it on him and tell him that the two of you now have an open marriage and that each of you can have playmates as long as you come home to each other." "Hey, Babe, that sounds like fun. I hate the idea of him running around on me though." "Hey, it won't work that way, if you want to play, you have to let him play too." "Yeah! I know, but I don't have to like it. I still love him." "Sure you do. He probably feels exactly the same way about you." "I think you are right, I sure never would have believed he was cheating on me if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. He sure acts loving when he comes home. I'll see how he acts tonight. I will wear that sexy baby doll gown he hasn't seen yet and see what happens. If he turns me down I will know for sure he is cheating on me." "Let me know how it works out. If you decide to get even with Fred let me fix you up with a couple of guys I know from work. They are real hunks and are clean, gentle, and discreet." "Are they the two black studs you have told me about before?" "Yeah! You will have the best screwing of your life, no strings attached." "Would you come along and tape it for me?" "Sure Judy, I'll do anything to help you out, what do you have in mind?" "I thought I would tape me getting screwed by a guy or two, then tie him up and gag him and make him watch the whole thing, at the end I would tell him why I was doing it and that we were now even on the cheating. Then I will tell him how much I love him and he will have the choice of an open marriage or a messy divorce." "Wow girl, you don't mess around do you? I won't have much choice will he? It looks like a win win situation for both of you. He keeps his playmate and you get to play too." "That's the way I see it." A week later June brought Fred a cup of coffee in his den after dinner. They talked pleasantly for a few minutes. He looked at her and said, "Wow! All of a sudden I feel real sleepy." His eyes drooped and his head slowly slumped onto his chest. She lifted his eyelid and saw he was unconscious. She hurried to the garage and came back with rope, handcuffs, and duct tape. She was not too sure of her knot tying skills so she cuffed his hands to the arms of his desk chair. She then used the ropes to secure him to the chair and to keep him upright until he awoke. The knock out drops she had put in his coffee were supposed to wear off in about 30 minutes. She put the DVD she had ready in his computer drive and set it to start in thirty minutes. She did not start the timer yet. She gathered her purse and things and rolled him out of the way while she opened the note to him she had put on his computer. Dearest Freddy, I discovered that you have been cheating on me for months now with your black girlfriend and I have given this a lot of thought. I saw you with her with my own eyes. At first I wanted a divorce but I do not want to loose you. I still love you very much and cannot imagine living without you. I must assume you do not want to leave me and live with her or you would have told me by now. Instead I am going to get even with you. I am going to record my little affair on our digital movie camera so you can see it actually take place. I have restrained you and gagged you so you have to watch all of it. I have recorded my ideas on where our marriage will go from here. We have several choices and I want you to have time to think about what you want to do. Remember, I love you and always will, I will release you soon. Your loving wife, Judy. Fred slowly awakened, he tried to lift his hand to rub his eyes and found he was restrained. He struggled for a moment as his eyes cleared. He saw the computer screen in front of him. He looked around the den and found he was alone. He turned back to the computer and read the note. He saw the count down on the screen saying the DVD would start in two hundred and thirty seconds. He tried to think about what Judy said in her note. God, what had she seen? He couldn't come up with an answer. The countdown bar inched toward zero. It seemed to take forever. He stared as the screen darkened, then brightened. He saw Judy standing before the camera. She was wearing a very sheer baby doll nightie. Her erect nipples were clearly visible and her mound appeared to be smoothly shaven. She looked very lovely and sexy. She smiled and said, "Good evening Sweetie, I hope you are comfortable and ready to watch your sweet loving wife get even with you for cheating on her with that black bitch. I think it only proper that I get even using black studs to service me. This young man is Jevon, look at the size of that cock. WOW! And if you are not impressed by that, gaze upon this hunk of manhood. This is Charlie, look at that chest and those arms, but most of all, look at that hunk of meat between his legs and those balls are the size and color of large plums. Watch closely dear and always remember; I love only you. As it was with you and your black playmate, this is only recreational sex. Enjoy." She turned and wrapped her arms around Charlie's neck, she opened her mouth and her tongue led as she pressed her mouth against his. The camera zoomed in close to show their tongues at play with each other, then it panned down to show Jevon sliding Judy's little sheer panties down over her smooth ass. She spread her legs a bit and the panties were pushed down, she lifted each stiletto shoe so the panties could be removed. Jevon's black hands contrasted starkly with her pure white ass while he caressed and kneaded the soft skin. Her moan into Charlie's mouth was clearly audible when Jevon's fingers entered her pussy from behind. Judy arched her rear end towards Jevon and the camera moved closer to watch his fingers explore her cunt lips then slide in and out of her vagina. Sweat ran from Fred's forehead and into his eyes. He shook his head violently and cleared his vision. Charlie picked Judy up in his strong arms and the camera followed as he laid her on a bed on her back. The camera zoomed in again to observe the purple head of Charlie's huge uncut black cock slip in and out of his foreskin when he rubbed it up and down in opening of Judy's dripping pink pussy. Judy squealed when Charlie shoved the massive dick slowly in her. "God, that feels sooo fucking good." Her voice was cut off by the insertion of Jevon's longer but thinner cock into her mouth. She rolled her eyes and smiled at the camera as her small white hands grasped the shiny black shaft and her tongue licked around the crown. Her lips then slipped lovingly down over half of the length of his cock. Her cheeks caved in as she sucked hard on the now slippery dick. Her eyes closed while she seemed to really savor the taste of the penis in her warm wet mouth. Judy's left hand showed her engagement and wedding rings when the camera zoomed in very close. You could hear the slurping noise she made sucking and lapping at the ebony tool in her grip. The camera panned down to show Charlie's thick black cock slowly slide in and out of her pussy, then it zoomed in very close and he could see her fluids clinging to the skin of the black shaft and running down onto her asshole. He fucked in and out of Judy like a black machine for what seemed to Fred to be an eternity, then Fred saw Charlie stop and quiver while the muscles in his ass clinched tight. After several minutes Charlie moved slowly out until the purple head of his cock just nestled between Judy's dark engorged pussy lips. Then he thrust forward rapidly again and again before he slowed to a stopped again. He pulled out of her pussy very slowly, his black cock covered with thick white cum. More cum dripped from the wide open entrance to her vagina. More cum could be seen deep inside her. The camera moved along her body until it reached her head just in time to see her cheeks puff out as Jevon pumped her mouth full of his cum. She turned toward the camera and smiled. Cum seeped from the corners of her lips, she opened her mouth and showed her mouth full of cum. She looked at the long cock in her hand and saw a large glob of cum hanging on the side of the shaft. She scooped it up with her finger, then placed it in her mouth and sucked it in. She smiled and said, "Mmmmmm! Delicious, I want more." Fred felt his stomach start to roll. Judy and Joanne waited until they thought Fred would be calmed down after watching the DVD, then they left Joanne's house and drove to Fred and Judy's house. They were surprised to see a large group of vehicles in front and in the driveway. There were flashing lights everywhere. There were police and fire trucks there. Judy jumped from the car and ran toward the house. A group of men were just coming out of the house as she ran up to the door. "What is going on?" she asked. "Ah! I recognize you now Mrs. Drum. We have been looking for you." I am special Agent Johnson, FBI." Judy looked up as a lovely black woman stepped out of her house. Judy exploded, "What is that whore doing in my house?" Agent Johnson smiled. "I don't know who you think this lady is but let me introduce Alice Durant, Senior Agent, U.S. Secret Service." "What?" Agent Johnson looked at Judy, Mrs. Drum you appear to be somewhat confused. Let me ask you a few questions before we go any further. First, did you handcuff and tie up your husband Fred Drum in the den of your house." "Why, yes I did, not that it is any of your business." "Oh, but I am afraid it is some of our business, you see your husband has been working in the strictest secrecy with the FBI and the Secret Service for about six weeks now. His instructions were to tell absolutely no one about this case. We were about to close a very important case against some very, very nasty people. Your husband was instrumental in solving the case by examining their records and books and letting us follow the money trail to the head of this organization." "Mrs. Drum, did you also gag him with duct tape wrapped around his head?" "Yes I did." "We have viewed the DVD and read your note to him. Is Agent Durant the woman you saw your husband with?" "Yes, I saw her clearly." "What a shame, Agent Durant is actually Agent Thomas Dubois, Head of the Forensic Accounting Department of the Secret Service. Agent Dubois is very well known and he disguises himself as a woman to avoid attention. He goes through two hours with a professional make-up artist every morning when he has to achieve his present appearance. I have known him for twenty years and he is not gay at all." Another man stepped forward, "Ma'am, I am Captain Forester of the Orlando Police. At this time I must place you under arrest. I didn't realize you here and were being questioned. Please do not answer any more questions." "Under arrest for what? My husband will not press charges for what I did." "Ma'am you are correct about that, however the State of Florida and the Justice Department of the United States WILL press charges against you in several categories, including, unlawful imprisonment, kidnapping, and second degree murder." "Murder? Who is dead?" "Mrs. Drum, your husband, Fredrick Drum is the deceased. From what we can deduce he was very upset by your actions on that DVD and he became actively ill. Because of the gag, when he threw up his nostrils clogged up and he drowned in his own vomit. Have a nice day." Have a Nice Day! A warm summer zephyr whips its way joyfully down the Terrace. It lifts skirt and coat hems in voyeuristic delight. I adore this time of year, and from my vantage point up here, I am queen. Most dismiss me as invisible in my shapeless clothing, with my nametag and cap that proclaim the company's name: "Krystal Kleen Windows". I abhor bad spelling, but I am an employee; who am I to tell my employers they are stupid? I may be a window cleaner, but I am no fool. I know they do not see me. Not really. I am invisible, less than human, 'untermenschen' to them. But I care not. I own them in my own way. I know who conducts illicit meetings, illicit transactions and illicit affairs. I see all. I am a watcher of their lives; these Armani and Donna Karan-clad grey people. With that warm breeze gently rocking my platform, I work with steady grace on the windows. It is a thoughtless effort that leaves me plenty of time for thinking...and watching. I have a new partner in crime today. A rather good looking man by the name of Julian. Well, I think that is his name. I am terrible with names. It could easily have been George and I would not know. My last? Well, he couldn't keep up the pace. Quite undeveloped in his skills. Sad, really. So here I am sponging the twentieth floor windows of the Richthoffer building with my partner, whose name might or might not be Julian. I was rinsing off the suds when the occupant of the office appeared, a glorious woman, tall and slender with Pre-Raphaelite curls, clad in expensive black wool. And with her was a handsome fellow, hair perfectly appointed and his suit, neatly pressed and tidy in these beginning hours. I watch as she slams the guy against the door, hard enough for me to hear through the glass, and kisses him hard on the mouth, dragging his jacket off his shoulders and pressing her groin against his. I cannot help but smile as I watch, and my voice is unfamiliar to me as I call to my partner. It holds a huskiness that is not normally there, a 'come hither' quality that can catch a man by the groin and does not let go with its red tipped long fingernails and soft tantalizing fingers. "S'up?" he asks, his drawl caught by the wind and whipped away as his jaw drops open, "Holy..." Men. Show them a porno and they get all slack jawed and glaze eyed. Although, my own baby blues were wide behind the black wraparound sunglasses that obscured. There was a soft 'splat' as a soaking cloth hit the deck of the rig. I looked at it in some amusement, and at Julian's face. Things had raised several degrees indoors. His leg was between hers, and she was rubbing herself insistently. Their tongues dueled impressively and his hands were investigating places that might have got him slapped in junior school, but seemed most welcome here. "Well," I drawl idly, sneaking a glance at Julian, "Glad someone is having fun." A glance downward revealed that my rig mate was having a bit of fun too. The sponge he had been soaping the windows with had fallen to his feet with a wet splat, coating the left shoe with foamy bubbles. I lick my lips as a rather delicious thought comes to mind. Our uniform consists of a warm, windproof jacket that zips in front, and really attractive waterproof pants. The whole effect resembles the Marshmallow Man from Ghostbusters, but it keeps me dry. I reach for the zip that does up the front and slide it down so the curve of my breasts shows in the V. I wear a bra beneath these jackets, not much else. Summer is too nice to overdress. I step in front of Julian, breaking his eye contact with the scene on the other side of the glass, and reach for his own zipper. I lick my lips again, this one more calculated. Sure enough, his eyes follow the red tip of my tongue as it moistens the soft pillow of my lower lip. He stills, like a bunny caught in the headlights of an oncoming car...hell, make it a truck. I slide the zipper down and find that he wears a plain white t-shirt under his jacket. I slide my hands across his chest, smoothing across the rather impressive display of muscle. This boy works out. Nice. I love a well toned man. I look up at him, only needing to tilt a few degrees, his eyes are at the level of my forehead, but certainly aren't checking out the freckles of my nose. He is well and truly focused on my breasts. "Touch them," I lean forward and whisper huskily into his ear. With pleasure I witness a rash of goose bumps appear on his neck, and as a reward I lick his neck. I feel the cool, rough skin of his fingers trace the silken smoothness of my breasts. There is a faint tremble in them as I place a kiss at the base of his throat. I can feel his pulse through my lips. "Tell me. What are they doing?" I ask, as my tongue tastes the faint salt of his skin, drinking in his scent, a glorious combination of sunshine, a hint of citrus aftershave and the building musk of arousal. "She..." his voice catches in his throat, and he has to clear it, "She has her hand down the front of his pants, his head is thrown back and she is kissing his bare chest." "Mmmmm, like this?" my fingertips, still steady, slides the zipper all the way down and releasing it, I skim the elastic of the pants, sliding my own fingers within, and I demand another answer, "Does he look like he is enjoying it?" Julian can do barely more than nod, as my fingers encircle the hardness within, and trail upwards teasingly. "What is she doing now?" I do not bother to look behind me, I just wait, slowly pumping with my hand, the other exploring the musculature of his back. A blast of wind rocks the platform and plucks my hat from my head, causing the locks of brown hair to tumble downward. I do not miss a beat. "She..." he gasps, his eyes closing. "Keep your eyes open or I stop..." I lean close and whisper again, my hand stilling. I am such a tease. His eyes snap open as I expect, "What is she doing?" "She is kneeling," his eyes are locked on the scene, "Taking him in her mouth. Sucking on him." He looks down at me with surprise in his eyes, as I disappear from his line of sight, to kneel. The rig rocks gently in the wind. I lower the waistband of his pants and gaze upon him with slumberous eyes. Not bad at all. Better than I expected. I look up at him. "Keep your eyes on them and tell me what they are doing," I demand, as I grasp his heavy cock in one hand and bring my lips forward to place upon its tip a drawn out kiss. My lips part then to take him deep. I can feel his hand slide to the back of my head, clutching the waving strands of my hair. Not pulling me close, just holding. Whilst my right hand clasps the base of his hardness, my left steadies myself on his thigh. And I start to give him the best head of his life, twenty stories above the ground, while the wind blows around us creating a heady unsteadiness to the act. "Ohhhh," a low moan escapes his lips, and his hands clutch in my hair. I expel him from my mouth, I can taste he is about to cum. "What is she doing?" He stares at the window with glazed eyes, "On her desk, he is sliding into her from behind." "Well then, we are falling behind," I push up to stand, leaving his hard cock pulsing wetly against his lower belly, the tip leaking semen. I slide my fingertips into my waistband and push downward, revealing that I wore little more than a wisp of maroon lace. I could hear a low sound come from his lips. I kick the pants aside, and turn to face the window, placing my palms on the cool glass, my eyes falling on the woman and man within as they ground against one another. "Hurry, lest they win," I murmur. His shaking fingers slide into the elastic of my panties and whisks them down my legs. The cool air caressing my skin wrought goose bumps on the curved flesh. He steps close, I can feel his broad chest enveloping me, but I lean forward to give more access. I can feel the heat of his arousal pressed against my buttocks. I can feel him shift, then the tip of his cock as it presses against my opening. With bare effort, he slides within and I let out a low moan as he fills me, stretching me with every encroaching inch. A gasp on his part. I straighten and feel his cock twitch within me. His hand splays across my belly to draw me hard against him as he begins to thrust. My head drops back and my eyes are heavy lidded as they study the man and woman within. She was pushing back against him hard, riding him as much as he was pounding into her. He leaned over her back, and one hand steadied her hip as the other toyed with a breast. I could not see her face and her hair was a tumbled mess, but oh my, was she enjoying that. That much I could tell. Julian was breathing hard then, his hot breath caressing my neck. I place one palm on the glass to steady myself, and my other hand clutches at his hip, as my body arches and shifts to his thrusting rhythm. "Don't stop...don't stop!!" I gasp out, as his hand finds my breast. "Oh God...oh God," he barely catches his breath. I can't help smiling. He won't help you, love. In fact, I am sure he would not approve. I watch the efforts being doubled within, and my eyes twinkle. I reach and grasp Julian's backside, my fingertip just tickling his anus. "Faster...harder..." I urge, my breasts bouncing, the pressure was intense. My hand clenches around him and on the window. The woman had her head thrown back, no doubt straining not to make noise. With the thick windows, I did not have the same strictures. I cried out as my orgasm hit me with all the subtlety of a Mack truck, my walls tightening around him as he thrust once....twice...thrice and came hard. For a while, all I felt was incredible heat and only saw white lights. I could feel his arms come around me and support me as my knees weakened. My eyes closed and I turned my head into his neck and kissed the sweat shined skin. The woman was just cumming then. "We beat them. Nice work," I drawled, and straightened so he slipped out of me. "My pleasure, ma'am," comes the deep chuckle. For a few moments I focus on finding my clothing. Zippers are re-zipped, pants pulled up, hair neatened. I look into the office after those few moments. The woman is standing close to the window, with him nowhere in sight. She breathed on the window and quickly scribbled the words: "How was he?" I replied in kind, "Fantastic. You?" "Same." Another breath, "Next week?" I nod my assent and press my lips to the glass. Another breath from my side. "Have a nice day." Have a Nice Day, Beautiful A very heartfelt Thank You to Erik Thread for his fabulous editing. His skills make your reading pleasure better. * There was an unusual stillness to the day that Gail had not expected. The bay in front of her was glassy-smooth with barely a ripple moving across the water. Occasionally a fish jumped from the water, no more than a sudden burst of energy and so quickly gone back under the surface you didn't notice except for the sound of the splash, unless you were looking at that exact spot in the water when it happened. The sun was warm on her back, but not uncomfortably so. It was still early enough in the day that the heat had not had time to build. She stood and picked up the trash around the table where she sat -- the empty paper sack, the clear plastic container with several chunks of fruit which had not looked as fresh as those she did eat, paper napkins, unusual-shaped half spoon -- half fork plastic spork, and a nearly empty bottle of water. Gail drank the rest of the water, added the empty bottle to the other trash, and took everything to the trash barrel at the corner of the small park. She looked across the concrete edge of the small park at a few early morning cars driving down the street, their tires almost at eye level. She was in a small combination parking lot and city park, several steps lower than the nearby sidewalk and the surface of the street. Tossing her trash in the barrel, she did some stretching exercises to make sure her muscles had not tightened while she ate her breakfast then knelt to untie and retie the laces of her shoes. When she took the first step up to the sidewalk, the dark-haired man at one of the other tables she had passed on the way to the trash barrel spoke, barely loud enough for Gail to hear. "Have a nice day, beautiful." Gail turned and smiled at the man, whom she had seen in the park on several other occasions. As she responded to him, she noticed he was looking at his watch, "You too." As she turned to take the fifth and final step up to the sidewalk, her foot landed on the outside edge of the concrete step. With a squeal of surprise, she tumbled backward. Missing the step behind her, her other foot barely missed the middle step. Her ankle turned on the bottom step and she bit her tongue as she landed hard on her hip, several feet below. Strong hands were lifting her shoulders. "Hey, beautiful, are you okay?" Looking up, Gail could not see who was speaking -- the sun was directly in her eyes and the man speaking was behind her. "Yeah, I think so." Shifting off her burning hip, she reached forward with a shaking hand to touch her stinging knee and stuck her numb tongue out, using her other hand to feel if she might have actually bitten off the end. The fingers of both hands came away with smears of blood, but when she looked at her knee it was only a scrape, just an abrasion. She swallowed blood and turned to spit out the rest. The man was helping her stand, but the moment she put weight on the hip, she flinched and groaned. However, when she shifted her weight to her other side, her ankle caused her to squeal with pain. The man leaned over, put his arm behind her knees, and with a grunt, lifted her into his arms, saying, "Put your arm around my neck." He walked a few steps and sat at the table Gail had used for her breakfast. With Gail settled on his lap, he asked, "Do you need an ambulance?" "No, no, just give me a minute to quit shaking." The man slid his hand down the calf of her leg and lifted her leg. There was already some swelling around her ankle, just above the edge of her shoe. "You can't walk on that." "Oh darn. No, I guess not." Gail tried to feel around under her hip, but couldn't get her hand between his lap and herself, and she didn't want to lean over too far for fear he might drop her. For the second time, the man looked at his watch. "I've got a few minutes. If you live near here I can take you home." "Yes, it's ... I live about two miles down this street. Yes, if you could do that, I'd appreciate it." Despite her mild protests, the man insisted he could carry Gail to the car, make her comfortable lying down on the back seat, and carry her into her apartment building. Gail was so busy telling him what to look for on the street ahead, she did not remember to introduce herself, nor did she ask him for his name. As the man carried Gail down the hallway to her front door, she asked him to stop for a moment so she could push her neighbor's doorbell. The older woman who opened the door across from Gail's apartment gasped, "Gail? Are you alright?" "Yes Mrs. Hamilton. Can you..." Just like the charge nurse she had been before she retired, the older woman took over, getting Gail into the apartment, lying on the couch to take pressure off her hip, an ice pack on Gail's elevated ankle, and a glass of ice for her tongue. During that time, the man apologized quickly, but said he needed to get back to the park or he would miss his ride to work. In all the rush to get Gail home, the confusion of getting her into her apartment, plus the examination of her various injuries, neither Mrs. Hamilton nor Gail remembered to ask the man for his name. Nor could she remember the make, model, or even the color of the car he was driving. During the following days, Gail or Mrs. Hamilton would mention the good looking man, with both of them commenting how lucky Gail was that he was there in the park at such an early hour, and so willing to help. Those same days saw the bruises on Gail's hip grow darker and finally begin to fade and the abrasion on her knee healed. The swelling in her ankle, likewise, lessened and the soreness of her tongue faded. Gail finally started to look forward to resuming her morning run to the park and slower walk back home. After a few weeks of recuperation and six weeks of resumed exercise, although she varied the times she arrived and left the park, the man she wanted to thank was never there. Once when Gail and Mrs. Hamilton went to a Saturday afternoon movie matinee both of them thought they recognized the man they had jokingly called Mister X. However, when Gail approached the man in the ticket line, she knew she had been mistaken. The man buying a ticket for himself and his companion wasn't tall enough, nor did he look strong enough to pick up a 130 pound woman with so little effort. There was also something she remembered about the color or look in his eyes that told her she had not found Mister X. Yet, the memory of the way he had said, "Have a nice day, beautiful," rang inside her head. One other time, as Gail left a downtown office tower, she thought she recognized Mister X, dressed in a business suit rather than as she remembered him, in a casual shirt and jeans. He was going through the revolving entrance door across a plaza as she passed through the revolving exit door. By the time she left the revolving door, was able to get back through the other door, and into the lobby of the building, he had disappeared. One set of elevator doors was just closing on a car full of people. She stood for a few minutes watching the numbers above the doors, for the different floors where the elevator stopped. When the elevator reached the top floor, it had stopped seven times. Gail looked at the directory on the wall opposite the elevator doors but the number of offices and the size of the building made her laugh at herself. It was foolish to consider trying to find one person, whose name she did not know, in all the possible office spaces on those seven floors. Nor could she imagine how to find him in the large restaurant, with several different dining rooms, or one of the conference rooms, on the top floor. Several weeks later, in the middle of the night, Gail sat straight up in bed, awakened from a dream where a man leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Have a nice day, beautiful." It was a dream she'd had on several other nights for the previous six months. It wasn't something that haunted her, but it did send chills up her spine as a pleasant memory. Yet there was something about the look in the man's eyes when she looked up at him that caused Gail to think about him for the remainder of the day. It was difficult to have her day continually interrupted by memories of the strange man she did not even know. Gail didn't have time for such thoughts. She had too much to prepare for the day and evening. Her boss was leading an afternoon discussion group for a day-long international conference and he was the primary speaker at the evening banquet. She had to manage all the printed handouts he would give to the afternoon participants. Gail had teasingly warned him that if he tried to change anything in the handout, she would shred his speech and delete the file from her computer. It was a threat she would not follow through with, but he understood he caused her additional work when he made late changes to even one page. He had kept his promise to deliver the corrections when she returned from lunch the previous day. She had managed to update his handouts and printed all the required copies by seven the previous evening. That left all morning to make last-minute corrections to his speech, print the pages in the large type he preferred, and put it in the folio he customarily used for such things. After the afternoon's program was over, Gail went home to dress for the evening. With a little trepidation rumbling through her, she took a deep breath and pulled the dark red dress up her hips. After she fastened the halter top at the back of her neck, she was reminded that the draped front of the dress showed a little more cleavage than she would have preferred. She pulled her long, light brown hair into a handful at the back of her head, held it on top of her head, and then let it fall around her shoulders. She decided on the last look as the one best suited for the bare-shouldered dress. She looked in the full-length mirror, turning to see more of the dress and groaned aloud. The bra, which the sales clerk had assured her would work, was showing several inches above the low back of the dress. Almost wailing in frustration, Gail opened her front door and stepped across the hall to ring Mrs. Hamilton's doorbell. "Oh wow, Gail," the older woman laughed lightly and teased. "No one is going to be looking at Gerald Gordon when he speaks. They'll be waiting for you to bend over." Turning around to show the back of the dress, Gail complained, "Help me." The two women walked into Gail's apartment, discussing the simplest solution to go braless. "Just take the bra off and let's see if you can get by with it," Mrs. Hamilton advised. After doing so, they both agreed that the draped front would help. However Mrs. Hamilton seemed to have another problem. "Those panty hose have to go, too." "What!" Gail twirled around, the slit that went halfway up her left thigh separated as she did so. Mrs. Hamilton ran her finger across the front panel of the clinging material, "The waistband is too thick, and the seam shows. It's the same way in the back, too." Although there was no need to do so, Gail whispered when she said, "I can't go naked under this dress." Mrs. Hamilton shrugged her shoulders, "Who's going to know. Take 'em off, let's see," she instructed, and finally nodded that it was the only way to wear the dress. "Oh God," Gail moaned. "I don't have another dress to wear and I don't have time to change anyway." Mrs. Hamilton stood back and looked at Gail, "You walk around the banquet hall in that dress, and you'll have half the men in the room sitting up on their haunches, panting -- and every woman asking where you bought the dress." Gail walked across her bedroom and stood before the full length mirror, knowing both what Mrs. Hamilton had suggested was correct and concerned that her predictions were correct, too. Less than a minute later -- it was too late to make changes anyway -- her co-worker, Robert Trujillo, who was an administrative assistant from another department was ringing her doorbell. "You two young people have a good evening," Mrs. Hamilton said, chuckling as she walked back across the hall to her own apartment. Gail's smile was slightly superficial as she picked up her handbag and Mr. Gordon's leather folio, containing the well-practiced and researched speech. Not only was she uncomfortable with her clothing, she especially did not like being escorted by Robert Trujillo. She had rebuffed his advances for several months and mentioned the problem to Mr. Gordon on more than one occasion. She raised her most recent complaint when Robert backed her into a corner of the supply room and suggested that she might want to be a little friendlier to preserve her job when he was promoted to one of the executive positions. Robert's threat was dumb and both of them knew it. Gerald Gordon might be talking about reducing his work load, but there was no way he would name Robert Trujillo to be a vice-president of anything. Robert was not an engineer, nor did he have the field experience necessary to do that job. Although she kept her distance from Robert, it was a little difficult in the elevator. It was even harder when he put his arm around her as they walked to the car. She moved stiffly, pressing her elbow against him to prevent him from pulling her any closer. "Relax, Gail, I'll behave myself," Robert paused for a moment then leaned over to whisper in her ear, "At least until we get home from the banquet." Gail stopped in the middle of the circular drive in front of her apartment building and turned to the man, "Robert, don't push me. My job is not so important to me that I will tolerate sexual harassment to preserve it." She may have said the words, but her job was important to her. It was important enough that she had tolerated his advances until she knew if she didn't say something one or both of them could be prevented from advancement. Gail liked her job, she was looking forward to a better position than the one she had, maybe even an executive position, rather than a high level secretary. The man's syrupy sweet comment did not cause Gail to relax, "I can assure you there are no employment standards regarding sexual harassment for employees on their personal time." Although she might not have needed to do so, it gave her satisfaction to continue walking to the company vehicle Robert was driving to the banquet. When she was comfortably seated in the vehicle and Robert was in the driver's seat, Gail buckled her seat belt and turned her head toward him. "Mr. Trujillo, we are in a company vehicle where those employee rules do apply." She paused for a moment and added, "I am on salary this evening. I tell you that so you will understand I can report your conduct if you step over that line." She took a deep calming breath before speaking again, "I will also suggest that you read the company policies about fraternization and sexual harassment again. What you said a moment ago is not correct." *** As Gail placed the leather folio on the head table, she watched Mr. Gordon put his hand on top of the folder holding his speech. "I just checked to make sure the pages are in order. Would you do that for me, too, please?" "Over cautions are you? By the way, you look lovely Gail." "Thank you, sir. No, I'm not being over cautious. I just know how important this evening is to you." Mr. Gordon picked up and opened the folio, checked the pages to make sure he could read each one, and that the page numbers were in order. "This is just right, Gail. Thank you. I have one more chore for you and then you are relieved of your duties." He winked, something he often did, when he indicated it was something he wanted her to do but it was not necessarily within her scope of duties. "There should be a gentleman here tonight who was in the afternoon session, but he escaped before I could speak to him privately. I wanted to get his business card and ask him to call me for a meeting. His name is Harmon Bayer, just like the aspirin, Harmon Bayer. See if you can find him, tell him who you are and get his card for me." Gail had worked with Gerald Gordon long enough to detect certain information from the way he said things and the tone of voice he used. "I'm getting the impression this man is important." "Yes, very. Harmon Bayer, don't forget it." "Yes, sir. Can you ... can you give me a clue to what he looks like, it will make it easier for me to find him." "Oh, yes, dumb me, six two or three, muscular, 250 or so, and dark hair. That should rule out three-fourths of the others. Is our Roberto behaving himself?" "The usual, sir, I can handle him." "Good, good. You don't know this, but early next week Robert is going to spend a little time in the personnel department where he will be reminded of the company rules regarding his behavior. Don't forget to find Harmon Bayer for me." As Gail walked away from the head table, she thought to herself, "Whew, Harmon Bayer must be 'very' important. Gerald Gordon said his name four times." Before she had moved ten steps, Robert Trujillo was at her side, slyly slipping his arm around her waist and attempting to move his hand up her side, between her arm and her ribs. Gail tightened her arm against her side, to prevent his hand from going any higher, lifted her other arm as she waved to an acquaintance across the room, and turned her head to Robert. She smiled, disguising her words, and said, "Take you hand off me, Robert, and don't touch me again." She backed up two steps, watching Robert lean forward and growl at her, "Frigid bitch, I'll have your job after this." Shocked at the man's vehemence, she took two more steps backward as he walked away. Her foot landed on the foot of the person behind her and her weak ankle turned. Gail gasped as someone's hands grabbed her upper arms. "Hello, beautiful." Gail whirled and grimaced when she put weight on her foot, her mouth opened from hearing the voice from her memory and her dreams. "You ..." "I have you. Put your arm around my neck." When she had done so, he said, "I shouldn't pick you up. Can you stand?" Gail nodded, not taking her eyes off him. "Who ... where ... oh, please. I need to sit down." A hard-faced woman put her arm through the man's arm and spoke sharply, "Harmon." "Just a moment, Jean. She tripped over me. Let me get her to a chair." Gail looked from the woman to the man, "Harmon? Harmon, are you Harmon Bayer?" He nodded and put his arm around her, while Gail limped to a chair against the wall then gratefully sank down to the seat. "I have a ..." "Harmon," the blonde woman he had called Jean interrupted, speaking harshly, as Gail grabbed his hand. "Wait," Gail said. "I have a message for you." "A message?" Speaking quickly, ignoring Jean's possessive hold on the Harmon's arm, Gail introduced herself, "I'm Gail Sutton, Special Assistant to Gerald Gordon. He ... he was unable to speak to you after this afternoon's session." The look on Harmon's face, his quick look at the woman he had called Jean, and the slight shake of his head, puzzled Gail. She stopped speaking and opened her hand bag, offering him one of her business cards. She made her voice as pleasant as possible, glancing quickly at the woman still holding Harmon's arm. "Thank you for helping me. Please call my office when you have time for a short conversation." "Are you alright, here?" "Yes, I'm fine. It was just a simple turned ankle. I have some weakness in that ankle." She pointed to the table near them, "This is our company's table." She nodded across the room at Robert, although this man might not have known whom she was indicating, "My escort will see me in a few minutes. Thank you again for helping me." Have a Nice Day, Beautiful "You're quite welcome." He reached into the inside pocket of his suit coat for his wallet, opened it, and removed a business card, handing it to her. He turned to walk away and then turned back, "How is your neighbor... ah, Mrs. ..." "Hamilton." "Yes, Mrs. Hamilton." "She's fine. I'll tell her you asked about her." "Thank you. I'll call the office in a day or two." *** By midnight, Gail was at home. In a panic, the first thing she did was look through her small evening bag fearing she had misplaced Harmon Bayer's card. Then she found it mixed with her own cards and breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn't accidently given it out without knowing it was not one of her own. Robert Trujillo had not been too difficult to manage for the remainder of the evening. In fact, he seemed quite willing to get her back to her apartment building quickly, and might have let her out of the car at the front door if she had insisted. However, Gail feared her ankle was too sore to hobble across the lower floor and into the elevator, up three floors and then down the hall to her apartment. Instead, she asked Robert to help her, which he did, but he waved and left her quickly, at her door with her key in her hand. Gail smiled and almost laughed aloud at the memory of him flirting with another young woman at the company table, seated on his other hand. She was a guest at the table, accompanying one of the older executives, remarking that she was the man's daughter, although Gail knew the man's daughters and none of them were that pretty, or that flirtatious with their father. All evening, every time Gail's neck got tired from turning to look at her boss as he gave his talk, she turned her head to look straight ahead. Each time her eyes landed on Harmon sitting several tables away. Just as frequently as she had looked at him, she noticed his attention directed at the occupants of her table. The second thing she did when she got home was kick off her shoes and limp into the kitchen for a drink of water. She was carrying her bottle of water through the living room when she heard a soft knock on her front door. "Hello, beautiful." Gail took a limping step back, she just looked at the man standing outside her door. She watched, open-mouthed, as he walked inside her apartment, took the door from her unresisting hand, and closed it behind him. "I owe you this," Harmon said when he leaned over, slipped his arm behind her knees, and picked Gail up. As if Gail knew what to do, she put her arm around his neck and held on as he walked across the room and fell onto the couch, still holding her. "Now, where were we?" Harmon asked and then answered his own question. "Oh yeah," He leaned over slipped his hand under the calf of her leg and lifted her foot to look at her ankle. "It looks better than last time." He took a long look at her leg that appeared when the thigh high slit in her dress separated and he seemed to enjoy the sight because it took him a little while to turn his attention back to Gail. Feeling like she was mute, Gail finally found the wits to say something, "What ... why ... oh my, I don't even know what to ask." "Yeah," Harmon said, and then added, "How about we don't talk." As if Gail had agreed, he put his hands on her cheeks pulled her head toward him and kissed her. "Yeah, that's a lot better than talking," he chuckled and kissed her again as he leaned against the back of the couch and deepened the kiss. By the time Gail could finally think, Harmon had broken the kiss and pushed her head over onto his shoulder. "For the last six months I've regretted I didn't do that when I picked you up. I was halfway across the Gulf before I realized I didn't even know your name. I was afraid you might have moved and I couldn't remember if your neighbor was Mrs. Hamilton, or Mrs. Something-Else. I just remembered it was a President's name. "Harmon, right?" When he nodded, Gail continued, "Harmon, how did you, why are you here? I mean, why are you here tonight?" "You have a message for me." "Oh, well, I sort of delivered it. My boss, Gerald Gordon, wants to talk to you. He said you were in his afternoon session. He failed to catch you before you left." "Okay. The woman, Jean, the one who was pulling me around tonight, she's the daughter of the owner of the company where I work now. She's a little, make that a lot, possessive. She knows I'm sort of looking for another job and thinks she can screw with my efforts. I'm not sure that she hasn't already done that." "Is she a personal or business ..." Gail stopped talking in mid-sentence, realizing she should not be asking a personal question. Harmon laughed, but tried to explain. The owner of the company was no longer healthy, he'd been turning things over to subordinates, and the company was not doing well financially. Jean had begun to act as if she could worm her way into a seat on the board of directors just because she was her father's daughter. She had hopes of eventually taking over. She didn't have a business head and was well known for making impulsive decisions. Harmon feared the company might implode with her in charge. Before that happened and took him down with it, he was ready to move on. He was afraid that Jean had detected his interest in Gerald Gordon and insisted they leave the meeting as quickly as possible so she could check on her father. He knew it was a ruse, and he planned to call Gerald in a few days to see what openings he had available for someone with Harmon's skills and credentials. As he talked, Harmon noticed the expression on Gail's face. "You know something, don't you?" "I may know something, but I don't speak about those things." "That's fine." Harmon acknowledged her sense of company loyalty, and then he surprised Gail, "Who was your companion tonight? I got the impression you wanted to avoid him like the plague. I'm not stepping on his toes, am I?" "Robert or Roberto Trujillo, he's an administrative assistant in one of the departments. No, you're not stepping on his toes, and you are correct I do not care for the man. " Harmon grinned, "Are there any other men I need to take you away from?" Gail shook her head and turned to him, "Are you ... do you ..." Gail stopped speaking for a moment and started all over. "How many days will you be in town? I'm familiar with Mr. Gordon's appointment calendar. I could probably work you in sometime tomorrow after lunch." "Darn," Harmon exclaimed. "I need to be at the port for a helo ride at nine in the morning. I have an offshore inspection to do so I can get back to make my connecting flight about dark." Struggling for a moment to stand up, Gail asked, "Would you like me to call Mr. Gordon now? I know it's late, but he's probably just getting home, if he's even left the banquet hall. He planned to talk to a few people after the dinner." "Would you do that? He wouldn't mind?" "No, I'm sure he wouldn't. Give me a minute." Gail limped across the room, picked up her evening bag, and retrieved her cell phone. Harmon's luck was holding. Gerald Gordon was just driving out of the banquet hall's parking garage. After Gail offered the use of her apartment, promising an explanation when he arrived, her boss agreed to come by on his way home. He really was anxious to talk to Harmon Bayer. Before the pot of coffee had finished brewing, Harmon was opening the front door of Gail's apartment for Gordon. Gerald looked around Gail's apartment for a moment and complimented her on the decorations. However, he seemed at a loss for other words until Harmon and Gail began to laugh while they explained their first meeting. Gordon's face cleared as he remembered the few days Gail was unable to do much more than hobble around the office. He finally announced her injury was a "propitious occasion" and then laughed at his own pomposity. Gail made herself scarce while the men sat at her kitchen table and talked. Feeling as if she would be intruding if she stayed too close, Gail disappeared into her bedroom, changed her clothes, and stretched out on her bed with her foot elevated, the television on to generate some background noise. *** "You should have kept the red dress on. I imagined letting it fall down to your feet so I could find out if you really were naked underneath." Gail wasn't really asleep, but very nearly so. She was a little cool, just too relaxed to crawl under the covers or find something to cover herself. She heard the words, drawled in her ear and then Harmon's lips moving across hers. "How's the ankle?" "Not too bad," she mumbled. "Throbbing a little." "I understand throbbing," Harmon said as he was pulling her shirt up, planting a few gentle kisses on Gail's belly. "Harmon?" Gail was still coming out of her relaxed state. "Did Mr. Gordon ..." "He went home. The door is locked, the lights are off, and you have too damn many clothes on." Gail didn't resist him pulling her t-shirt up a little higher, "Harmon, I don't do one-night ..." He interrupted her. His voice was urgent, pleading, and intense. "Who the hell said anything about one night? It's going to take me a lot longer than that to satisfy six month's of thinking about what you taste like." Harmon took a deep breath, watching Gail's eyes, wishing he hadn't been so insistent and caused fear to show on her face. "Look, Gail, for almost a year I made a rushed trip to this town. The next morning I watched this beautiful woman walk into my park and eat her breakfast." He laughed at himself a moment. "I wanted to talk to her, ask her to have dinner with me, but those were the days I didn't know if I would be back onshore in the evening hoping I'd get to the airport for my flight out of here. I didn't know if I'd be gone three days or even three months. Cell phones don't work worth crap offshore. I'm not going to ask a woman to call me so I can get acquainted over an open ship-to-shore call where God only knows who is listening." Falling onto his back, Harmon raised both arms and grabbed handfuls of his own hair. "Dammit, the only time I got to say something to you, I was in such a rush to get back and not miss my helicopter flight for a surprise inspection that I didn't even get your name." He growled deep in his throat and turned back to Gail, raising himself up on one elbow. "When I was in Venezuela I was going to try to find your neighbor's phone number. Do you have any idea how many people in this town have the same last name as one of the Presidents? You said her name one time and the rest of the time you said, 'Yes, ma'am.' I prayed you hadn't moved. "I came by here last night, but neither one of you were home. The rest of my time's been spent baby sitting my boss's freaking daughter." As if he had expended all the angst in his system, Harmon lowered his head and kissed Gail. She wasn't rejecting him. She was surprised and still trying to absorb everything he was telling her. He raised his head a few moments later. "I'm sorry, Beautiful. I didn't mean to blurt out all of that at one time." "You ... you were in Venezuela?" Harmon nodded, encouraging Gail to say, "That's why you haven't been in the park." Harmon grinned, "Oh, you looked for me huh?" Gail blushed and turned her head, embarrassed about her admission, "Yes, I never knew when you might be there. I thought maybe you had gone on a different schedule, so I took my walk at different times." "Ah ha," Harmon said as he nuzzled her neck. "So I'm not the only one who was interested." Trying for a note of nonchalance, which failed miserably, Gail admitted, "Well, I really wanted to thank you for helping me when I fell." The next time Harmon stopped kissing her, Gail explained about the day she thought she saw him in a downtown office building. He said it could have been him, but it was one of the times he made a trip to town to deliver some confidential reports and caught a flight back to his office later in the day. Each time he had been in town he had make a quick trip to the park, but didn't see Gail. He said the various cab drivers must have thought he was crazy or couldn't tolerate going home without at least one look at the water. Gail shuddered, but asked her question anyway, "Are you going to accept a position with Gerald Gordon's company?" "Probably." Dismissing a moment's thought about the conversation she'd had with Robert Trujillo as they were leaving the parking lot in front of her apartment building, Gail turned her head to Harmon and kissed him. "You're dressed much too formally for spending a night in my bed, Harmon." Sliding one arm under Gail, Harmon pulled her over on top of him and began to kiss her with a hunger he had managed to restrain until that point. When he could finally stop himself, he was breathing hard and Gail was panting. Holding her tight against his chest, Harmon took deep breaths, "Oh Beautiful, I can't believe I'm finally able to hold you. Gail, do you understand how badly I want you?" Gail nodded her head against him and spoke quietly, "Yes." She took a deep breath, "Harmon, you don't know how many times I dreamed I heard your voice telling me to have a nice day." "I just hope your dreams were half as good as mine were." He sat up and started pulling her shirt over her head, "Help me here, so I can show you what I dreamed about." The next two minutes were not pretty, nor were they romantic. An onlooker might have thought it was a contest. He was jerking her shirt halfway over her head while she was opening the top few buttons on his shirt. He slid off the bed, grasped the sides of his shirt, and jerked them apart. While the buttons pinged around the room and the bottom of the shirt ripped, she finished removing her shirt and struggled with the clasp at the back of her bra. He took one of his hands away from opening the snap at the waist of her jeans to remove one arm from his tattered shirt while she unbuckled his belt. He managed to get the zipper at the front of her jeans half way down before he took his other hand away to pull his shirt off and throw it across the room. He completed lowering the metal tab of the zipper on her jeans while she managed to do the same to the front opening of his suit pants. She struggled to get one of her legs out of her jeans and panties, turning them wrong side out in the process, while he jerked his slacks and boxer shorts down below his knees. He put his hands under her thighs and lifted her hips off the bed. He bent over and swiped his tongue between the lips of her labia, while she got her shoulders off the bed by jamming her elbows down to raise herself. "AAAGGGHHH" He roared as he slammed his rigid cock into her. "OOOHHH" Erupted from her when she fell back down on the bed. "OH MY GOD" Burst from both of them at the same time. The contest was over. Except for heavy panting, the room was quiet. The contestants were in awe. Harmon raised her arms around his neck, put his arms under her back, and lifted her to move her a few feet farther across the bed. He pulled his cock almost all the way out of her and slammed back as deep as he could go at the same time that she lifted her hips to take him deep into her wetness. "Harmon," groaned Gail. "Beautiful," growled Harmon. He pulled back and slid into her again, and then continued as he leaned over to rest his hands on the bed beside her shoulders. He watched her face while she pulled him to her for a long breath-stealing kiss. Harmon moved his hips from side to side, as he moved slowly in and out of her heat, trying to touch every centimeter inside her, relishing the look on her face as she tilted her chin up and closed her eyes. From the moment he had walked into her apartment, he was exactly where he wanted to be. His erection had subsided somewhat while he talked to the man who offered him employment and a generous compensation package. While he was telling Gerald Gordon good night and locking the door, Harmon's erection was returning, growing when he found Gail on her bed. He groaned, strained, and held his breath. He wanted this to last, the feeling of her slick velvet folding around his cock was unimaginable, and he didn't want it to end. Suddenly he was surprised when Gail started trembling in the midst of a body-shaking orgasm, the pulsing and squeezing around his cock sending the first burst of his semen shooting into her. He slammed into her and did not want to move, despite the need to pump into her a few more times, as her muscles throbbed around his cock. Braced on his trembling arms, Harmon felt Gail's stomach muscles contracting against his own as he was lowering his weight to press against her. He did not move until the near strangle hold of her arms around his neck began to relax. Only then did he roll to the side, his now expended cock softening inside her as he pulled her into his arms. He held her through the last few moments of her trembling and began to relax his arms when Gail pushed against him to get a breath of fresh air. Yet, he would not allow her to roll away from him. "I going to hold you until you make me let go." "Where did that come from?" Gail questioned, surprised at her own need for this man. "I'm not sure," Harmon admitted. "But I know my hunger isn't satisfied." He took a few deep breaths, kissed her quickly, and admitted, "It's a good thing I talked to Gerald tonight. I probably won't have a job when I get back to the hotel tonight." Then he was chuckling, followed by laughter. "What's so funny?" Gail's head was finally clearing enough to think sensibly. "There are probably fifty messages on my phone from Miss Jean Elizabeth Beasley and I don't really care." Harmon turned to Gail and brushed the hair from her face, "Gordon said if I could spend an extra day or two in town, you would find me temporary office space. What do you think he'd say if we were both very late for work in the morning?" "Oh shit," Gail exclaimed as she struggled to sit up. "What time is it? I have to be at work before seven. Reports from the field have been coming in all night. I have to get them ready for a nine o'clock board meeting." After a glance at the clock on one side of the bed, Gail landed back on the bed and groaned, "Harmon, I cannot work a full day with only three hours of sleep." "The best thing to do is not go to sleep at all. You can last longer if you don't allow your brain to shut down." He stood beside the bed and pulled her over, getting her on her feet. "Come on, I'll wash your back." As they soaped and washed each other's backs, Gail had to convince Harmon she didn't dare go back to bed, although she did spend a few minutes wrapped in his arms, being kissed more thoroughly than he had kissed her before. After a good laugh about his ripped shirt, he said he needed to change clothes, pack his bag, and check out of the hotel before Jean could discover he had left. He might miss the nine o'clock helicopter flight, he needed to call the company owner and explain why he was going to leave B&B Engineers. *** After a walk around the offices of Gordon & Associates, meeting some of the people he and Gerald Gordon had discussed the previous evening, Harmon managed to spend almost an hour in one of the meeting rooms before Jean Beasley's telephone call found him. She made a few nasty threats to which Harmon replied that he had spoken with the head of personnel and was taking a few days off while he thought about whether he wanted to remain an employee of B&B Engineers. Jean was surprised to learn he had also called her father, who was as much his friend as he was an employer. Minutes after speaking to Jean, Tipton Beasley, her father, was talking to Harmon, again. Neither of the two men was blind to Jean's mechanization. However, they both agreed that it would be better for Harmon and the company if he returned to his office at B&B Engineers as soon as he could and finish the reports on several inspections he had made. Have a Nice Day, Beautiful Harmon spent some time with Gerald Gordon having a very frank discussion on the work Harmon had left on his desk at his current employer's office. Gordon jokingly admitted he was reluctant to let Harmon out of his sight without his signature on an employment contract. He nodded and relented when Harmon said he didn't feel it would be ethical to return to B&B Engineers after signing such an agreement. So instead, of signing a new employment agreement for Gordon & Associates, or yielding to Jean's threats, Harmon agreed to return to his office at B&B Engineers on the late evening flight. He felt he owed at least that much to Tipton Beasley. Harmon called Gail the next morning. He was in his office at B&B Engineers, planning to work as many hours as he could to complete his reports and clear his desk. He didn't have long to talk, but he was elated that B&B Engineers would not enforce the thirty day severance requirement in his employment contract. It seemed like much longer, but was actually just a little over two weeks before he could complete his work for the employer he was leaving. Every few days he called Gail, carefully letting her know how many more days he felt it would take him to finish his work for B&B Engineers, knowing she would pass the information to Gerald Gordon. The calls were usually short and pleasant, but both of them felt they had left something unsaid when a call ended. *** "Hello, Beautiful." "Hi Harmon, did you call to speak to Mr. Gordon." "No-o-o," he drawled out his answer. "You can tell me if he received all of the employment papers he sent me to sign." "Oh yes. In fact, I took them down to personnel yesterday. You are officially an employee of Gordon & Associates. When will you be back in town?" "I'll be in the office as soon as I get this rental car out of the airport parking lot." "Wonderful, I'll tell Mr. Gordon." "Gail, can I see you tonight?" "Oh, well, let's discuss that when you get to the office." "Are you putting me off?" "Harmon, we need to discuss that when you get here. I have a gentleman standing in front of my desk, waiting for some papers Mr. Gordon asked me to give him." "Sorry. Okay, I'll see you in a few." As soon as she managed to take care of the man in front of her desk, Gail collected the stack of reports, documents, and drawings that should be destroyed after being scanned into the secure computer on her desk. As she passed the secretary outside her door, she instructed her to let Gerald Gordon know as soon as Harmon Bayer arrived then Gail headed toward the basement. Gail had always made sure she personally saw to the shredding of sensitive documents. Rather than use the simple shredder in her office, she took them to the basement to use the crosscut shredder that would reduce a piece of paper to confetti. When she returned to her office, Gerald Gordon and Harmon Bayer had gone to lunch and to make a couple of personal visits to people Gerald wanted Harmon to meet. They were not expected back in the office for several hours. Gail was on pins and needles all afternoon. As the time for her to leave the office neared, her agitation grew. She even considered leaving early but a problem at one of the company's work sites seemed like it was going to melt every telephone line into the office. Mr. Gordon and Harmon were sitting in the offices of the sub-contractor who had the most interest in the situation that was growing steadily worse as the afternoon advanced. She did not bother to count the number of times she called Mr. Gordon on his cell phone, relaying information to or from someone in the building or initiating a conference call. About an hour after Gail would normally have left the office, heartbeats had begun to slow and breathing was resuming a normal rate for evenyone involved in the intense atmosphere that permeated half the building for the entire afternoon. Stepping into the first elevator that stopped on her floor, Gail was surprised to be the only occupant other than Robert Trujillo. Had she been watching, she would have waited for another elevator. "Good afternoon, Miss Sutton." Robert's voice was nasty and threatening. "Are you responsible for me being turned down for the opening in my department?" "What?" Either her thinking was slow or she was so tired she wasn't giving Robert the attention he was demanding. "I was being considered for the next opening as a department head. Instead, I spent two fucking hours in personnel being preached at about on-the-job fraternization and sexual harassment." "You don't think you deserved that?" He was almost yelling when he asked, "Did you accuse me of initiating a contact when I was merely responding to the teasing of a little flirt? You bitch." "NO!" Gail's voice was almost as loud as his was. "I did not report you, Robert. I might have thought about it, but I don't want to lose my job either. Who else have you been fooling around with in the file room?" "Listen, you stupid whore, you'll get caught some day and it won't be my fault. Stay the hell away from me." Gail was so shocked she wasn't aware the elevator door opened. She watched Robert's back walking away and gave little attention to the elevator doors closing in front of her. Jolted from the vehemence of the man's anger when the elevator started upward, she was able to take several deep breaths as people stepped into the elevator. By the time she was walking out of the elevator when it returned to the ground floor, her head was clearing and she could think straight. The parking lot for Gordon & Associates was almost empty. There were always a few people who seemed to live at their desks and others who worked different hours so they could be available for work sites in other time zones. Gail was tired, very tired. It had been a busy day. Her emotions were still rattled from the confrontation with Robert Trujillo. She wasn't paying much attention to anything but going home when a strange car drove into the parking lot and stopped beside her. Harmon opened the driver's door and walked over to Gail. "Gerald wants me on an early flight in the morning for Subic Bay. Do you have plans for the evening?" "Oh ... ah ... no, not really." She was stumbling around words, seeking an appropriate response, but couldn't seem to get her brain to work. "I realize it's short notice, but can you have dinner with me tonight." "No ... no ... no, I don't think that's a good idea." "Gail, I've been gone for over two weeks. I want to see you and tonight's the only time we have." She shook her head, "No. I just don't think I can have dinner with you." "We didn't talk very much that night. Are you ... are you seeing someone?" "No, it's not that." "Well, if you aren't married, and if you're not seeing anyone else, and if you don't have other plans, what's the problem?" Harmon was rushing through his words. He didn't understand why Gail was being so evasive. "I ... I can't ... we can't ... Harmon, I can't have dinner with you. I can't." "Why?" Gail could not look him in the eye as she explained. "We have ... we can't ... There's a company policy about fraternization and sexual harassment." Color drained from his face as he looked at her. He turned away from her, frustration showing in the fists he held at his sides. As suddenly as he had turned away from her, he turned back, "That night, in your bed, you knew. Didn't you Gail, you knew?" "Yes," She admitted. "I had fantasies about you too, Harmon. I wanted you as much as you wanted me." Raising his hands over his head in frustration, Harmon took several steps away from her then turned and walked back. "Damn, Fuck. Now what?" "Now, we work for the same company and I'm sorry, but I can't have dinner with you. I don't trust myself to keep it to a simple dinner." "Look, I don't have time to do this right now. I need to get a room somewhere, leave my bags there, and pack for a couple of days." He took a few steps back toward his car and walked back to Gail, determination on his face. He roughly pulled her into his arms and kissed her. It was a long demanding kiss. "Fuck company policy," He exclaimed. "You remember that. I'll be back in a couple of days and I'll find some asshole who can fix that 'company policy' shit. Got it?" *** During the next two days, Gail did not hear from Harmon. She knew he called Gerald Gordon, but he never asked to speak to her. Mr. Gordon mentioned Harmon's name, but each time it was in relation to the sudden trip he had asked his newest employee to make. The executive office across the hall from Gerald Gordon's office, which had been vacant for more than two years, suddenly had a plaque on the door with Harmon Bayer's name on it. Gail could not count the number of files she carried from Mr. Gordon's office into Harmon's new office. Nor could she remember the number of times she stopped to speak to the secretary outside his office only to discover she was in Harmon's office keeping watch as a computer was set up or supplies and office equipment were delivered. For three weeks, Harmon was like a bear. He growled at everyone, he apologized, and then growled again. He had trouble finding an apartment that provided a fully enclosed garage where his car could be secure for the long term trips he would need to make as part of his job. He finally settled on a townhouse, promising himself he would get something more permanent when he had learned more about the city. Gail was short-tempered, but tried not to let it affect her job. She was careful about the way she spoke to Gerald Gordon, but a few times he asked if she had something going on in her life that was causing a problem for her. Each time she denied anything unusual bothering her or laughed that she was probably suffering from a little case of late winter blues. Harmon grumbled about getting all of his personal possessions unpacked, and turned down all the offers from single women in the office who were more than willing to help the good-looking bachelor. Learning how a new company operated added more frustration to his life. Gerald Gordon laughed at him and told him to take his time. He also sent Harmon on several one or two-night surprise inspections of various out-of-state work sites. He wanted Harmon to be familiar with the people he would talk to and the projects that made up the bulk of the work done by Gordon & Associates Gail was polite and distant, but she didn't see much of Harmon. She also avoided him as much as possible. He worked across the hall and had his own personal secretary. They passed each other and nodded, and looked at each other with hunger when they thought the other was not aware of it. Gerald Gordon watched his Special Assistant and newest Executive Vice-President avoid each other, and he grinned wondering which one would break first. Thursday after lunch, Gail was leaving one of the stalls in the women's restroom when one of the other executive assistants came rushing into the restroom. Gail laughed at the frantic look on the woman's face, "Hi Peg, why the rush?" "My period started. Josh and I are trying for another baby. I stopped taking birth control pills last month and wasn't keeping track of the days." Pounding on the dispenser attached to the wall, Peg sputtered when it wouldn't release a tampon. "Wait, wait," Gail laughed, "I think I can help you." As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Gail looked up at her reflection in the mirror over the sink. She did not recognize the person staring back at her. She felt the blood drain from her face. She began to shake and her stomach turned sour while a cold sweat formed between her shoulders. The white-faced fear showing on Gail's face alerted Peg who placed her hand on Gail's shoulder. "Gail, are you alright?" "I'm ... something ... I think my lunch ..." Without another word, Gail turned, entered a nearby stall and vomited whatever was in her stomach. Returning to the sink, she fumbled in her purse and handed the small package of tampons to Peg as she began splashing cold water on her face. Gail had just discovered she would not need a tampon for the next nine months. Knocking on Gerald Gordon's door, Gail stuck her head inside his office. "Mr. Gordon?" "Yes, Gail?" He answered, and then looked up at her. "Whew, you don't look so good." Placing her hand on her flat stomach, Gail explained, "I, ah ... I just came back from the restroom ... oh my, I must have eaten something that disagreed with me." "I understand. Take off. Anything on your desk can wait for tomorrow. Go on, get out of here ... and, Gail, take tomorrow off if you tummy's not better." *** The next morning, Gail called the office as early as she could to report that she was, indeed, taking the day off. She was still in her pajamas when she opened the door thinking it might be Mrs. Hamilton from across the hall. The older woman had been over the prior evening with a bowl of fresh chicken soup. They had sat around for a very long talk, but Gail was still undecided if she would tell Harmon that she was pregnant. "Harmon, go away." "I talked to Gerald yesterday, he said you're sick." "I ... I just ate something ... I threw it up. Go away, please." With the opening of her front door, a strong whiff of someone's cooking odors assailed Gail's senses. Almost before the words had left her mouth, Gail was stumbling down the hall toward the bathroom, with Harmon right behind her, holding her stomach as she threw up what was in her nearly empty stomach. "Mrs. Hamilton," he jerked his head toward the apartment door across the hall. "Did you tell her you were sick?" Before Gail could respond and even when she called to him not to bother the neighbor, he was returning to Gail's front door, ringing the neighbor's doorbell. Mrs. Hamilton came rushing into Gail's apartment, took one look at the young woman's face, as she sat on the couch with a wet cloth held against her lips. The older woman looked at Harmon then she turned her attention back to Gail and asked, "Well?" Gail shook her head. Harmon exploded, "Well? What? Will someone tell me what the hell is going on?" "You tell him," Mrs. Hamilton threatened, "or, I will." Gail shook her head. Harmon's voice was just as loud as before. His face was beginning to show how angry he was. "Tell me what?" Gail stood, placed both hands on her still flat stomach, and said, "Harmon ... I ... ah, I think I'm ..." "Oh wow," Harmon exclaimed, a grin spreading from ear to ear. "Really? You think?" A cloud of doubt showed on his face, "But you're not sure. When?" "When?" Gail asked, astounded that he didn't know the only time he could have possibly made her pregnant. "Well, obviously the night ..." "No," Harmon interrupted her. "I mean, when is the baby due? I mean, you're pregnant, right?" "I don't know. I haven't been to the doctor yet." "Between Thanksgiving and Christmas," Announced Mrs. Hamilton. Gail and Harmon looked at the woman, and then at each other. Harmon took one step toward Gail and put his hand on her cheek, "Oh, Beautiful. I should have been here with you every day since that night, but I'm here now." Neither Gail nor Harmon heard her door quietly close as Mrs. Hamilton returned to her apartment. Gail took a step backward. Her knees hit the couch. She sat down hard, and held her hands out in front of her, telling him to keep his distance. "No, Harmon. Just because I'm ... that doesn't mean ...." "What do you mean, 'No'?" "No means, no." Gail tried to keep the sarcasm out of her voice, but didn't quite manage it. "You've heard the word, 'No' before, haven't you?" "Gail ..." It was a warning. He was trying to control his voice, but the level was rising again. "That's my baby, too. Don't you tell me I can't ..." Gail was on her feet, confronting him and his assumption that he could have his way no matter what anyone else wanted. "No, Harmon. Don't force this." "Like hell ..." Harmon exploded, again. He took one step toward Gail as she turned quickly to avoid him putting his arms around her. Her weak ankle turned and he caught her as she lost her balance. As he had done twice before, he leaned over, slipped his arm under her knees, and picked her up. As she had done before, her arm went around his neck. Holding her, he turned and fell down on the couch. "Oh God, oh sweetheart," Harmon rested his hand gently on Gail's still flat stomach, "Please don't tell me 'No'." When he kissed her, she felt the beginning of her tears. "Please don't cry, Gail," He could barely talk, he only wanted to show her how much he wanted to hold her and kiss her. He stopped for a moment to slip his hand under her leg to lift her ankle. "It's getting stronger," Gail explained. "I think I'm learning to yield to my weakness." "Gail, I talked to Gerald yesterday," Harmon kept talking when Gail turned to look at him. "I couldn't take it any more. He started laughing as soon as I brought up the fraternization and sexual harassment clause in the employment contract." Gail leaned over and buried her face in her hands, trying to avoid showing her embarrassment. Harmon pulled her hands away and held her as he leaned back, pushing her head against his shoulder. She felt the rumble of his chest when he started chuckling. "Hey, I guess I should have told you first," Harmon admitted. "I told Gerald I was in love with you and ready to resign if he couldn't find some way around that clause for us." Gail started struggling to get off his lap, but he held her tightly. "Just listen for a minute, okay? He was a little apologetic about the last few weeks, but he was waiting for one of us to speak to him. What's the name of that guy you were sitting with at that banquet?" "Robert Trujillo?" "Yeah, that's him. Gerald said the policy is to protect employees, the way it did with you and Trujillo. It wasn't meant to keep people apart. "Gerald wrote a letter a couple of weeks ago. He just didn't give it to us yet. He said that night, after the banquet, when walked in here, there was something between us. He said he could feel it." "Feel it?" "Yeah, he was watching you hand me a cup of coffee. It was the way we looked at each other. He said he'd only seen that look on one other woman's face, his wife of thirty-seven years. He knew I'd do anything I had to, just to be here with you." "Harmon, will you please quit talking and kiss me?" "No, I have to finish this, now. If I don't say it now, I won't get it said until Monday morning. Gail, I love you." "I love you, too, but please quit talking, and kiss me." *** If you enjoyed the story, please vote accordingly. Leave a comment or send me a message, positive or negative, and I'll reply if you include contact info. 2Xwidderwoman