5 comments/ 68922 views/ 18 favorites Fact And Fantasy Ch. 01 Pt. 1 By: SylviaG I've been writing stories on this site since 2007, and while some of them contain bits about my sex life, what follows is more about the real me, fact and fantasy. Over the coming chapters you'll read about real men that I know. Some I have had sex with, and some I have not and don't wish to, but I have fantasies about all of them. The categories will change with different stories, and where fact becomes fantasy, maybe just after a couple of lines, or it might all be fact. I work in a department store in England, I'll change the name to York's, and the names of the people in the story to protect the innocent, and not so innocent. The first fact and fantasy story is in two parts, and others will follow at some point in the future. Sylvia. ....................................... Last March, Jan asked me to look after her son while she went on holiday. Jan and I work together in a large department store in the south of England. Jan was worried that while she and her husband were away, her son wouldn't be able to look after himself. Personally I think it was just laziness on Sam's part, but in the past she had looked after my house when I went on holiday, so I couldn't really say no. She only lived a few doors down from my house, so watering the plants, and checking up on the house was easy enough, so I agreed. Sam moved into my house to make things easier. Sam is 18, and quite a quiet sort of boy. On the third day of looking after Sam, I slipped my shoes off and left them inside front door. I hadn't called out to Sam, but I could hear him moving about upstairs. It troubled me, because it sounded like he was in my bedroom. I climbed the stairs as quietly as I could, and there I saw Sam, he was knelt down by the bed, his jeans pushed down to his knees, and what looked like a pair of panties pressed between his legs. His eyes were closed, and he was inhaling deeply, in his other hand he had a pair of tights pressed to his nose. "What the hell are you doing?!" Should have come from my mouth, but it didn't. I just stood there a little shocked, but not surprised. I backed away from the door and went downstairs. I slammed the front door and shouted out I was home. I heard him scurrying around, and then he called out he was getting changed, in rather a flustered voice. I went to my bedroom and walked over to where he had been knelt. The purple and black lacy panties, and the mink coloured tights, had been the same ones I had worn to work the previous day. I sat on the bed and just stared at my underwear on top of the washing basket where he had put them back. Part of me wanted to throttle the little shit, but deep down I knew I hadn't exactly been totally innocent in all of this. Sitting there on the bed I started to remember all of the times Sam would take sneaky glances at my legs. The first time I noticed Sam watching my legs was when I went to Jan's for a coffee one day. Harry, Jan's husband was there that afternoon, and he said, "You are the prettiest single woman I know," he said this in front of Jan, and we all laughed about it, even Sam had sly grin on his face. But I don't think Harry's wife would laugh, if she knew he had stopped to pick me up one day, when I was walking home from work, and then helped him self to a feel. I sat next to him in the car and adjusted my skirt, he said, "Don't make a fuss on my account." I laughed it off, but I knew he was leering at my cleavage and legs. When he changed gear his hand left the gear knob, and rested on my thigh. We were at the end of our road when this happened, so I kept quiet, but I'm sure he knew my body had stiffened, as his hands touched my knee, and then he patted it twice. When he dropped me off at home he fed the seatbelt over my breasts, and his knuckles grazed across my nipple. He said, "I'll take you to work and back everyday. Hell, I wouldn't even charge you petrol money." He chuckled when I got out of the car with a bright red face. As soon as I got behind my front door I slammed it shut, locked it, and leant against it. All I could picture was his hand on my knee, and his grinning face with beads of sweat over his top lip. How he thought he would take me to work, whilst making his wife walk was beyond me. Although in my head I started imaging it happen. I guess over the weeks just a grope of my breast or thigh wouldn't be enough. How long before he wanted to finger my pussy, or ask me for a hand job. It wouldn't be long before I'd suck him off right in front of the store. As I pressed myself back against the door, and with my fingers doing their magic in my tights and panties I came really hard. Obviously now you realise how things like what he said and did in the car got me all hot and bothered. This is me, I've always been like this, and while the fantasy turned me on, there's no way it would happen for real. I have to draw the line somewhere, although even where that line is drawn surprises me sometimes. I put the above experience down to what I call my humiliation kink, or H kink. It is what a lot of my stories are about, being put in situations like that even without any sex involved will turn me on maybe a few hours or days later. The truth in the bit about Harry is he did pat my knee, and what he said in front of Jan and Sam. The rest is down to my H kink and my fantasy. So now you understand how this works, I hope? Below is a mix of fact and fantasy, but which is which I'm not going to tell. So as I said, I go round for coffee sometimes with Jan. On one particular occasion I noticed Sam looking at me. I was sat on the sofa with my legs crossed, and my skirt was up my thigh. Sam was sat on the floor watching telly, and when I looked out of the corner of my eye, his head was facing the telly, but his eyes were looking at my legs. Jan was there in the room too, we were chatting, and I'm sure she was oblivious to her son's eyes leering at me. I felt a little uncomfortable, but as with what happened the day in the car with Harry, it started waking up the teasing bitch in me. Jan went to the kitchen with the empty cups, and I got up to leave. Sam had stayed sat on the floor. I turned with my back to him, and then smoothed my tight navy work skirt down over my rear, and down the back of my legs. Then I bent forward to pick my bag up off the floor, and I'm sure Sam got a look up my skirt. From that day on I knew going round to Jan's would give Sam a thrill if he was in, especially when I was wearing short skirts as I normally do. Sometimes the attention would be a little creepy, but sometimes I would think, okay have a look, and have whatever little fantasies you have about me. One thing is for sure, it'll never be anymore than that. Over the months teasing both father and son, but especially Sam, was easy. Harry was more open with his leering, I guess because he knew I hadn't mentioned the day in the car to Jan. Sitting on Jan's couch, dangling my shoe from my toes had both father and son hooked. Okay it was probably cruel on Jan, but she wasn't exactly nice about me to her friends behind my back. Then again I guess part of that I deserved, so I figured right or wrong that a little prick teasing was okay. Incidentally, some of what I had been told that Jan had said about me was true. One of the best looks Sam must have got was when I went to Jan's house to borrow her black jacket for a wedding evening do. I was wearing a red mini dress which flared out at the hem, and it flicked and swirled around my thighs with every step I took. Sam's face was almost as red as my dress when he saw me. I followed Jan upstairs, and I knew Sam had followed us quietly to the hall. I wondered what he thought of my black seamed tights, with little silver bows on the ankles, and my black high heeled shoes. Not to mention my purple panties which he would have seen, as the hem of my dress flicked and teased with every step I took up the stairs. The panties had been the same purple panties that he had been rubbing over his cock when I caught him. Oh I never did wear Jan's jacket to the wedding, because my own black jacket was better. In the past I had also noticed Sam following me to work on his bike sometimes, before he had started working at the store. I know he had been watching me walking home from work from his bedroom window too, and it's amazing how often he seemed to be walking down the road when I went to the corner shop. As we passed I didn't need to turn round to know he was staring back at me. He isn't the only guy to watch me like that, there is a guy I meet most days when I walk to work, but I'll save my fantasy about him for another day. An hour after I had seen Sam fiddling with my underwear I went upstairs again. I stood in his bedroom doorway, watching him for a few seconds. As I said part of me wanted to have a go at him, but teasing him a little more seemed to be appealing to me. I cleared my throat and asked, "Sam, have you got any washing?" He looked around the room, and grabbed a shirt. He came towards me with it, and placed it on the washing basket I was holding. I watched his eyes. He saw my tights and panties sticking out from below a red top, and his eyes lingered on them a little longer than they should have done. An hour later I asked him to hang the washing out for me while I made tea. He looked stunned for a moment, and then he nodded. I watched through the kitchen window as he pegged the washing out. When he came back in I noticed a slight bulge in his jeans, nothing major, but it was a bulge. I wasn't sure whether it was my panties, tights, or stockings which he hung out that caused it. Maybe it was one of my push up bras, or maybe my red suspender belt. I'm sure as he pegged my clothing onto the line, he would have imagined me wearing them. I guess we all have fantasies, and Sam had them about me, but did my friend's 18 year old son really want to fuck me, a 32 year old woman? He came home around 10 that night, and later I knocked on his bedroom door and pushed it open. He was sat at his computer, and his eyes darted to me as I placed his hot chocolate down and sat on his bed. I crossed my legs making sure the nylon rubbed together. His head turned slightly, and then stopped, it was almost like he was going to glance at my legs, and then thought he shouldn't. "What are you doing on your computer?" "Oh, just, things," he replied. "I see. Are you busy tomorrow?" He looked at me, trying to guess what I was going to say, and then he answered, "No, not really, why?" "Good, then you can help me." "Oh, okay. What to do exactly?" "My kitchen sink is blocked again. I'd like you to help unblock it." He nodded, and I got up and left him. The next day when he came down stairs, I was stood at the cooker making breakfast. I pretended not to notice him. I could feel his eyes running up from my black court shoes with a 4 inch heel, up my legs encased in barely black tights, and up my thighs to my tiny blue denim miniskirt. At one stage I reached behind me and scratched the back of my thigh under the hem of my skirt, knowing it would rise up slightly, showing the lower curve of my backside. When I returned my hand to the cooker the denim material was so stiff I knew it hadn't fallen back into place. I'm sure Sam would have had a glimpse of my panties, if I had been wearing any. It was nearly half a minute before he said anything, "Good, morning," he seemed to say with difficulty. I replied and told him to sit at the table. He did, in the chair which was facing the cooker. I turned round and reached across the length of the table with his breakfast. His face was already red, and he couldn't stop himself from glancing at my cleavage. I wore a white vest top, without a bra. I knew he'd be able to see the darkness of my nipples. I moved to the kettle and poured him a coffee, and again reached across the table. I was humming to myself, as I stretched. This time Sam's eyes couldn't help but stare at my soft white mounds, which were held in place by only the thin, tight, fabric of my vest top, and did little to flatten my nipples. I carried on humming to myself ignoring his stare and his red face. I moved round the kitchen tidying this and cleaning that while he ate his breakfast. I knew his eyes followed me sometimes, and I guess he was getting a little turned on. I sat in my kitchen chair sipping a coffee, as just a few feet away, Sam was under the sink, lying on his back. I flicked through a magazine, giving him ample opportunity to stare at my crossed legs. I idly bounced my right leg at the knee, and now and then twisted my ankle in a circle, all the time making it appear to be just a normal almost unconscious act. He looked, I know he looked, but I made sure he didn't catch me noticing. The small wrinkles in my tights on my ankle appeared, and then disappeared each time I twisted my foot. At one point I reached down my shin and scratched my leg with my red painted finger nails. The sound was soft and rasping, but in the quiet of my kitchen, it would have easily reached Sam's ears. I got up and walked to the sink, as Sam worked underneath it. My high heels clicked on the tiled floor, and I made sure my leg lightly touched against Sam's bare leg. Was he now regretting wearing shorts, or was the feel of my warm leg in nylon resting against his thigh, more than he could ever have wished for? He jumped when I tipped the dregs of my coffee down the sink, quickly followed by the cold water from the tap. "God, sorry Sam, I didn't think. Stay there I'll get a cloth." I stepped over his thigh and stretched for the tea towel. I was now astride his groin. I crouched down, almost, but not quite, sitting astride him. "Keep still and I'll wipe the water and coffee off your face." With my legs either side of his body, and me being crouched down, I'm sure Sam could see right up my tight little skirt. I wiped his face slowly cleaning off the coffee and water, which had gone down the plug and straight into his face, because the trap thing was off. Again I pretended not to notice his eyes fixed up my skirt. I wiped his face and hair, and then down the front of his shirt, as I did so my hips moved a little, and I know I felt something sticking up in his shorts. The only things stopping him penetrating me was my tights and his shorts! I rocked back and forth, just grazing his hard lump on the crotch of my tights, as I reached forward cleaning his face again. I could feel his cock very lightly rubbing the crotch of my tights, so I guess it is safe to say he would have felt that too. The light touches would have appeared to be accidental to him, but as I stood up and moved away, I noticed a slight wet patch discolouring his shorts. Was that precum from an 18 year old boy, who had just had his mum's 32 year old friend, the woman he fantasised about fucking, rubbing her nylon covered pussy over his cock? "I'll find you a clean shirt," I said as I headed out the kitchen door, giving him a little time to calm himself down. I went back down stairs after a few minutes. Sam was up from under the sink. "It's all done, now," he mumbled. "Thank you, now we should get this wet shirt off you." Before he could offer any real resistance I was pulling it up from the bottom, up over his head and off. I leant forward and to the side, reaching for the shirt I had brought down. My breasts brushed lightly across his bare chest, just briefly, but it didn't stop him from gasping a little. I bunched the shirt up and pushed it down over his head. He fed his arms in and I pulled it down to his waist. I was stood just a foot away from him, I smoothed my hands down the front of the shirt, from his shoulders down over his chest, letting my fingers lightly brush his nipples, and then down over his flat stomach. All he lacked was confidence with girls, and I liked that, because it made teasing him easier. "Whose shirt is this?" he asked. "I'm not sure, my ex didn't leave anything. I think it belonged to Ben or Matt.....no wait, Gerry I think or Nathan, anyway it doesn't matter. I usually wear it in bed now anyway." Before he could say another word I turned and left him standing there. Was he wondering about me wearing that very same tee shirt to bed? I didn't see him for the rest of the day. I had teased him further than perhaps I should, and I didn't want to run the risk of him jumping on me, no that would never do. I felt quite satisfied with myself, at one point I even chuckled about him leering at me. My instincts were right, teasing him felt so good, and watching him squirm was fantastic. Well, that was nearly six months ago, and since then Jan has got Sam a job in the department store where we both work, he's been there for a few months now. He does seem to spend far too much time in my department. Even one of the girls mentioned how Sam would be looking at me in an odd way. Although I told her I hadn't noticed, I knew very well that when I walked up the stairs from one department to the other, my little stalker was watching my ass and legs. Once again Jan asked me to look after Sam, while she and Harry went away. They were looking into moving to Scotland, where Harry was probably being transferred to. Once again I agreed, after all it would only be for a couple of days. "That's great, we'll only be away a couple of weeks," she said as she went to fill the kettle, "Thanks for doing this Sylvia, maybe you can come up for a holiday when we are settled?" "Yeah, I'd like that," I replied not really meaning it, and still trying to get my head round why they would be gone longer than a few days. Sam came down from upstairs at that moment, calling to his mother for a fresh shirt. His eyes met mine and he smiled at me. He still couldn't stop glancing down at my crossed legs, but now he was a little more open about doing it. He moved to the kitchen, and I heard Jan tell him that he would be staying with me for a couple of weeks. Now I had seen Sam's naked chest for the second time, I was impressed. Some of the guys I've been with lately have beer bellies, and bigger tits than a few of my friends. Sam's chest was tight, his stomach was flat, and the weights in his bedroom, which Jan moaned about, seemed to be improving his muscles. He was fast losing that beanpole shape, and turning into a young man. Jan had told me she didn't think he had ever had a girlfriend. I knew if he carried on with his weights, he'd soon have a few girls wanting to know him. Sam was now different from the Sam I teased in my kitchen a few months ago. He still didn't have any chance with me, but Sam was turning into a young man, and while he worked at the same place I did, I hadn't really noticed the change, until I saw that naked chest again. Harry and Jan left for Scotland a few weeks later, and now I was alone with Sam for two weeks. I watched him out of my kitchen window as he cut my lawn. His bare back was tanned, and his legs looked strong in his shorts. Sam had started running and cycling and I knew he went to the gym after work now and then. I found myself taking in every detail of his body. The way his muscles tightened, as he pushed the lawn mower about, and when he bent to move an obstruction, had me imagining how I would love to dig my fingers in his ass, as he fucked me. That night in bed I started toying with my breasts and pussy. My mind was full of Sam cutting the lawn naked, as I sat in a garden chair sipping wine with two of my friends. They would be jealous of my hunk, and passing comments about wishing they had a toy boy just like him. I grabbed my vibrator, and teased my wet pussy. It soon turned into using my vibrator more urgently than I had done for a while. My orgasm was quite intense, and my head and pussy was a mess, with thoughts of teasing Sam with my crossed legs, and giving him a foot job, as he lay tied on my bed. Fact And Fantasy Ch. 01 Pt. 1 I dozed off, and when I woke up the house was in darkness. I figured Sam was home and asleep by this time. I crept out of bed and went to the bathroom, taking my toy with me to wash off. I flicked on the bathroom light and had to squint until my eyes had adjusted to the blinding light bulb. I sat on the loo then got up and cleaned my vibrator. Something came over me, I felt like I wasn't alone. As my head turned to the open door, there he was, just staring at me. Now Sam could see my sexy sheer polka dot black mesh babydoll, with the cream lace trim across the cleavage and bottom. For a second, time stood still, and we just looked at each other. I grabbed my vibrator from the side of the bath and pushed past him. I shoved my bedroom door closed, and all I could think about was the way his eyes, flicked from my scantly clad body, to my vibrator just lying there. The next morning was a work day, so I was dressed in my usual white blouse, tight knee length navy skirt, and navy court shoes with 3 inch heels. When Sam came down for breakfast he smiled at me, and asked if we could walk to work together. "No, I, I'm taking my car," I stuttered, trying not to sound like I was panicking. "Oh good, I'll come with you then." All of a sudden my mind was racing with excuses as to why I was going to take my car, and Sam should ride his bike. Nothing sprang to mind, until I was half out of the kitchen door. "I'm going shopping straight after work, so I guess you should take your bike." "That's okay. I'll go shopping with you." I didn't answer, I couldn't. The smile in his eyes last night and again this morning kept filling my mind. After what he had seen last night there was that new found confidence. It was like he now knew I was a real live woman who had her own sexual thoughts, and who used a vibrator to give myself pleasure. I was no longer just sexual in his fantasies I was a real woman with real needs. As I drove to work all the events of yesterday day, and the teasing a few months ago started going through my mind. I cursed inwardly trying to stop these thoughts, but here, sat next to me, was my friend's son, who had a fixation about me, about my legs, breasts, and ass. My skirt was up a few inches above me knee as I drove. My breasts jutted out behind my white blouse, with my lacy white bra showing through the material. I didn't dare look to see if he was taking in the view of his fantasy fuck! In fact for an 18 year old who wanted to fuck his mum's friend, he was remarkably calm. Could an 18 year old hide his real self now? I suppose he was sat there thinking about me pleasuring myself last night. Maybe he came in early and hid, watching me? Was that how he timed walking into the bathroom just right? I got out of my car and went to the toilet at work. I thought, maybe I was reading more into this than I should. I shut the cubicle door and let out a long relieved sigh. Once again I went over the facts. I had teased him in the first place. Teasing him at breakfast, and when he was under the sink was perhaps going too far. Then fast forward six months to last night. Oh my god, did he think I was waiting for him to come home? Did Sam actually think I wanted him to catch me with my vibrator in my hand, in my sexy bloody babydoll? My fingers fumbled nervously with the strap of my bag as I tried to work things out. Sam wasn't overly confident, and not the type to try anything, or at least, that is what I thought before this started. I remembered how he jerked his cock in my underwear. I still had that ace up my sleeve, but I guess it would be hard to explain why I hadn't said anything there and then. Still if the little bastard tried anything daddy would soon find out and I'm sure he'd give Sam a talking to. After all, wouldn't daddy like to keep his groping me the car quiet too? It was my word against Sam's about everything else, although that didn't make sense because we hadn't actually done anything. I mean this isn't like I've killed anyone, so things wouldn't get that far. Okay I teased him in the past. Oh shit, I teased him, I repeated in my head. I know I thought about his tight chest, and yes in a moment of weakness I was thinking about him sexually. But if he can have fantasies about me, can't I have one about him too? No, the teasing has to stop, before I get myself into real trouble. The day passed slowly, but eventually I was ready to go. I got a call to see the store manager Mr Hopkins, about my application for the supervisor's job, and I went to see him. "You wanted to see me Sir?" "Yes Sylvia, come in and shut the door. Now I'll be conducting the interviews myself tomorrow, you know it's between Laura, Alice, and you?" "Yes Sir." "I thought I'd interview you last, although it'll be late, about 5.30. You don't have a problem with that, do you?" "No Sir, of course not, 5.30 it is." "I hear you're looking after young Sam while Jan is away, I've got plans for him. Sam is wasted in the store room. He's young, intelligent, and it's about time we had a young man working on the kitchen department here at York's. He just needs to get that bloody lack of confidence out of him. Sylvia, is there anything wrong?" Yes there was, but how the hell could I tell him? "Well, no, but he might be moving to Scotland." "Yes I know, but if there's a reason for Sam to stay, he said he might not go." "Well, wouldn't he be better in the electrical section?" "Oh come on, I know you girls are a tight little unit in the kitchen department, but he does seem to spend a fair amount of time there." Tell me about it I thought, "Sir, I don't think he is really interested in kitchen things as such." "We all had to start somewhere, and besides, Sam is a little eye candy for the women. You must have noticed him yourself. He's got good looks, and that shyness of his would charm the money out of the older dear's purses." "Yes but," came out of my mouth, followed by nothing else. "Sylvia, like I said, I've got big plans for him if he decides not to go to Scotland. If Sam makes the grade, in a few years he could move quickly up the ladder. You never know, one day he might be your boss." That thought hit me quite hard. What then, what if he gained even more confidence which he would need to do that job? How would he react to me if things between us in our current situation became difficult? "Of course, whoever gets the supervisor's job will be expected to take him under her wing, and I can think of only one girl I'd like to be under if I was young Sammy." I knew what he meant by that. That's the trouble with Christmas parties, to much drink, and with the threat of redundancies you tend to ignore the groping hands, fearing for your job. Of course I made sure I kept my job two years ago, by sleeping with my 55 year old boss......oh dear.....three times. "Sylvia, about those short skirts you wear." "This isn't that short Sir, and I know you've had to remind me about the dress code in the past." "No, no, you misunderstand me; it would be nice if you wore one of your shorter skirts to work for the interview.......oh and stockings.....if you really want the job." I watched his sick little grin, and the way he twiddled his moustache with his finger. I just got up and left. Laura told me Sam had gone to the gym, so I went shopping straight from work on my own. When I got home I found a note from Sam, saying he had gone round to his friend's house for tea, and he wouldn't be back until 10 that evening. I piled the shopping on the counter and started packing it away. The next day as I opened the bathroom door I shrieked. There was Sam in just his boxer shorts. He was leant over the bath pouring my bubble bath in it. "Sorry, I know you have a bath every morning. I was just filling it for you." Before I could think of something to say he was past me and in his bedroom. I stared at the water turning the orange cream into bubbles. Finally I got a grip. I had a bath and got dressed, in my shortest work skirt, white blouse, white bra, navy suspender belt with matching panties, and navy stockings. I went to my bedroom and I heard Sam next door talking on his phone. I crept quietly to his door and listened. "Guess what, I ran her a bath this morning. She jumped when she saw me in my boxers. She had a look at my dick. I bet she rubbed herself while she soaked. Do you know she had on a sexy blue dressing gown, a silk one which comes down to her knees? Her nipples were sticking out, making little bumps in her dressing gown. I'm sure she's teasing me, and you're right, I shouldn't go further than just looking, although I did do something in her bath!" I could cope with everything apart from, who Sam was talking to about me? And what the hell did he do in my bath?! Okay I did look at the front of his boxers, but I wasn't looking because of that, although it might have appeared that way to him. It was just a natural reaction, an honest one. My nipples weren't erect either, my dressing gown is silk, and I had the belt done up tight. Still he's not going further than just looking. "Guess?" I heard Sam ask. I waited in the silence like a guilty woman waiting for the judge to announce her sentence. He chuckled quietly and then said, "No, try again." The whole thing was getting beyond a joke, if it ever was that to begin with. "I've got to go she'll be out of the bathroom soon. I'll phone you tonight." Again there was silence and I thought Sam had hung up. He chuckled again a little louder and then stifled it, "I told you I'd tell you later, until then you have to wait to find out if I pissed in her bath?" Oh you bloody shit, I cursed under my breath. To think I had been laying in his pee, soaking my body in his urine had me feeling sick. While all the time thinking I was relaxing in my favourite bubble bath, using my sponge to soap my breasts, and yes, touching my pussy, had I done all of that lying in Sam's pee?! I heard his footsteps heading towards the bedroom door. I ducked into my own bedroom, and caught sight of my reflection in the full length mirror. Under my freshly laundered clothes, was my skin coated in the little shit's pee? "I didn't do anything, I was just teasing you. I've got to go, see you later," I heard Sam say into his phone as he passed my closed bedroom door. I marched to my the car ignoring Sam, and Jack, my creepy old next door neighbour, who delighted in hanging around watching me get in and out of my car. "Take your bike today Sam, I'm going to my mother's tonight after work," I snapped. I got in my car knowing both Sam and Jack had seen a glimpse of stocking top that would fuel both their fantasies. All through the day as soon as Sam appeared I went off to get out of his way. At 5.30 I went to my interview. I sat there giving Mr Hopkins a flash of leg, and my cleavage, to ogle. After 10 minutes of questions he got up and came round to where I was sat. His hand went on my shoulder, and he crouched down, placing the palm of his other hand on my knee. "Now Sylvia, I'm sure you could help your chances of promotion here at York's, just like you did a couple of years ago, when redundancies were on the cards." His hand travelled up my leg under my skirt, and found my stocking tops, as I just sat there. He squeezed my bare thigh, and I opened my legs a little for him. His fingers ran along the edge of my panties, and curled their way under them. Just one finger now teased my pussy lips, gradually probing until he parted them, and found my wet opening. "Undo your blouse," he groaned lustfully. "I will get the job, won't I Sir, and when Maggie retires next year, I will become your secretary, won't I?" "One step at a time Sylvia," he said as his finger slipped further in. "But you said. You promised at the Christmas part." He stood up and unzipped his trousers. He pulled me to my feet and bent me over the desk, shoving my skirt up over my hips. His hands pulled my panties to my ankles. "Yes I did. Now stop making a fuss and think of the money you'll be on when Maggie retires." His hands rubbed over my backside pulling and kneading my ass cheeks. Then I felt his twitching moustache and his wet tongue in between my spread ass. He let out a low long groan, filled with desire, but muffled a little by where his face was squashed. I rose up on my toes when his tongue started flicking over my asshole. "I don't like that," I half snapped. Thankfully he pulled away, "Well turn round then." I did. He smiled at me and lifted my feet up on his desk. His face stared at my pussy for a few moments, and then he moved forward licking his lips. I groaned as his tickling moustache and his tongue found my wet slit. I lay back and stared up at the ceiling. Gradually my eyes closed and my mind wandered. The flicking tongue had now found my clit, and it was tormenting me in the most delightful way. After only a few minutes I was so close to coming I was actually annoyed with him when he stopped, and then presented his cock to me. As he entered me my ankles crossed over his ass, and I pulled him in as far as he could go. He started fucking me in fast little thrusts, all the time I was trying to get him further than his 5 inches would physically go. "What are you doing?" "Just shift a little, please, and don't lay on me, stand up," I panted. Finally he did and I got my finger on my clit, and the magical feeling returned. I hissed and panted and shuddered to an orgasm, which I was in desperate need of. The red face watching with a twisted look of curious disbelief, turned into a grimace as his paced quickened. He started swearing under his breath, and jerked harder and deeper, until there was a slight pause between each thrust. He pulled out panting heavily tugging the condom off his cock. My head went a little dizzy as I pulled myself up into a sitting position too quickly. I slipped off the desk and gripped it, waiting for my head to catch up with my body. In front of me was his office door, my head puzzled as to why the door was a few inches open, and not shut like it was when I was being fucked. My panties got tugged into place and my skirt wrestled down. I stepped in the one shoe, which had fallen off somewhere in the desperate struggle that went on to get him further in me. "I'll see you in the morning, and you'll get your letter in a few days, confirming your promotion." I nodded, still wondering about the door. When I got to my car Sam was leant against it. All of a sudden I worried about the state of my hair, and hoped to god my blouse was done up properly. "I thought I'd wait for you. Can you drop me off on the way to your mum's; my friend's house is on the way." I nodded not really wanting to, as the wet feeling in my panties reminded me of the fuck with my boss, which happened just 10 minutes ago. At noon the next day Hopkins strolled through the kitchen department with his arm around Sam. They stopped and talked briefly to Laura who was acting supervisor, and then she beckoned me over. For the rest of the day I had to show Sam how things worked. Why me, kept going through my head, surely this was Laura's job? Still when Jan left I'd be the one bossing her around. About four o'clock I managed to escape Sam and went for a cup of tea. I sat there mulling over, how, all of a sudden, Sam was being catapulted into the kitchen department. Laura came in, and then she started on about Sam. "You know Sam fancies you, don't you? We are all having a little giggle about it, has he tried anything with you since he's being staying at your house?" "God no, and anyway I don't think he fancies me, he's just a kid, well 18." "Sylvia, he might be 18, but what about Nathan?" I nearly spat my tea across the room. I thought that had been kept a secret. Nathan is 18, and while he isn't likely to be anything more than a fuck buddy, (god I hate that expression, but that is what he is,) I thought our secret was safe. His Aunt used to work in the store, but she left before I started. "Don't worry, I know you don't want it blabbed around, but a few of us know. Anyway Nathan's a nice guy, according to his aunt, but Sam is better looking." "Who else knows about Nathan?" I asked, trying to control my heartbeat to a mild frenzy. "Sylvia, it's really nothing to do with anyone else, but at least you're not seeing that Gerry anymore......or are you?" "Look Nathan is.....well, just a.....bit of fun." Laura sniffed. I knew whatever way I said that it would sound bad. Now I was getting a badly hidden disdainful look from Laura. "Well, it's your life, and you always did juggle guys around." "Just what is that supposed to mean?" I snapped. Her little smug grin broadened, and she breathed in through her nose, "You're 32, not some teenager who has just discovered sex. Perhaps if you calmed down a little, your reputation might be forgotten, and you still might be married." I could have thrown my cup at the fat cow, but I kept calm as she walked back out. Laura can be a right bitch. In fact she delights in winding people up. She was the one person I wouldn't have wanted to see when I was out with Nathan. We weren't really out; I just kissed him on my doorstep the morning after the night he stayed over. I knew it was her and her husband driving past, but I didn't think they had seen us kiss. Now she, and god knows who else who works in the store, knows I have a toy boy. The day Jan asked me to look after Sam the first time, I heard Mary let lose a giggle which she couldn't stop. Still nothing had happened between Sam and me then and now, so I could rise above all of this. I knew they might tease Sam about staying with me, and Laura especially would. She was one of those women who you admitted something to, which didn't happen just to shut her fat mouth up. How long would it take her to break Sam when he started in our department? How long before Jan, his mother, told him the best way to shut Laura up, was to just tell her she was right? I know I could have said nothing, but as Sam and I walked home I told him what Laura had said about him and me staying together. He took it calmly, probably too calmly. I wanted to ask him if he was moving to Scotland, but he spoke first. "So what do you want me to say?" he asked. "Sam, you have to tell her nothing happened." "Well I thought you had told her that, why do I have to say anything?" I stopped marching home and turned to him, "Because, if she does ask, she'll keep on and on and on, like some fat demented woodpecker. You just have to tell her nothing happened." "Well okay, but mum will be back, and I'm sure Laura won't say anything in front of mum." I took a deep breath. Nope Laura wouldn't say anything in front of Jan. Jan doesn't like Laura, and anyway they hardily speak, so I thought Sam was probably right. I struggled to get my umbrella up as the rain started. "No you're right, she wouldn't say anything to your mum," I sighed, as once again I found myself looking at the confused 18 year old in front of me, "Get under here, or you'll get soaked." With all my thoughts about what had been said at work, as Sam's arm bumped mine as we walked home under my umbrella, I felt the start of a thrill going through me. I tried desperately to get the thoughts to leave, but they wouldn't. I could smell his faint sweat, and the deodorant he wore. We walked on in silence, and the bumping arms became more of a continued contact. Between my legs had noticed too, and while I fought with myself to clear my head, the arousal wouldn't go away. I looked straight ahead, but I could sense Sam's eyes watching me. I was aware of my own perfume, and the way my clipped up hair had a few strands loose. The light breeze flicked the feathery wisps of hair over my neck and cheeks. It felt like tiny little fingers tickling my soft skin. My earrings tapped my neck too, a little more firmly, but enough to add to the sexual tickling which my hair had started. Fact And Fantasy Ch. 01 Pt. 1 My lips felt dry, and I licked them, tasting the rose coloured lipstick, which I had applied in the loo just before I left work. I could again sense Sam's eyes on me. Was he watching my hair, and earrings lightly groping my neck? Did he see the way my tongue fleetingly danced over my lips, and then went back in the soft, warm, and wet mouth it had come from? Was Sam wishing he could touch my neck, softly and gently? Did he have trouble with his, maybe twitching cock in his trousers? Was that little whimper, which I thought I had heard escape his mouth, because he wanted his cock to feel my tongue flicking over it, and then glide over my smooth lips, into my hot mouth? Did he imagine me sucking his throbbing cock slowly, while he lay back in an almost trance like state? Would he shake a little, as his cock gave up the spunk my mouth and tongue had teased out of it? Would he like my glazed eyes purring at his, begging gently for the spunk my mouth was so willing to receive? Would he watch as I gulped slowly, letting my young lover's spunk trickle down my throat, where it would end its journey in the cradle of my stomach? "Shit!" I screeched as my foot slipped from the pavement and in the road. Sam caught me, and pulled me up right, but not before one of the bars in the falling umbrella had ripped a hole in my navy coloured tights. "Did you cut your leg?" "No I don't think so....I'm fine......you can let go now." We walked on, and turned into the alley which ran between some shops in town. My sexy thoughts had gone in that one instant where I had slipped off the kerb. "Sam, I think my leg might be bleeding," I looked round and slipped into an open gate in a small backyard of one of the shops, "Wait there, I'm going to have a look." He waited with his back to me, as I inspected my shin. I couldn't see any blood, but I could feel something trickling on the inside of my leg. I reached up my tight skirt and yanked down my tights, slipped off one shoe and pulled my tights off my foot, and then repeated the process with the other foot. I couldn't see any blood just rain water. I pushed my fallen hair out of my eyes, and with my head bowed, I went back into the alley, trying to stuff my balled up tights in my bag. "There, that's better," I said, as my head came up. There, in the alley, just a couple of feet away staring at me, was Laura and her husband under their umbrella. Her eyes dropped to my hand, which had stopped trying to shove my tights in my bag. My hair was dangling over my eyes, and I could feel my skirt still up my thighs a little further than it should have been. "She, stumbled and, and cut her shin," Sam mumbled. Laura, glanced at Sam and then down to my legs. I watched her raise an eyebrow when she realised there was no blood. "Couldn't you wait until you got him home?" Laura said, with such a delighted mocking sneering voice. Even before I had anything ready to say she was moving on. I grabbed her arm and spun her round, pleading with her to listen. My bag slipped off my shoulder, and landed open, face down in the alley. I dropped into a crouch trying to gather everything up. I watched as a hand came out slowly, and picked up a small cardboard pack. I followed the hand, up the arm, to the face of Laura's husband. He handed me back the condom pack and stood up next to his wife. "Sylvia, I don't think you need say anymore. As for you Samuel, you can do much better than that trollop." "Sylvia's not a trollop, and nothing happened." She waved her hand dismissively and started walking. Sam and I watched Laura and her husband, as they huddled together, and went up the alley. Fact And Fantasy Ch. 01 Pt. 2 "Sylvia, don't worry, I'll explain everything." "Oh no you will not Sam, Laura wouldn't believe you. Do you really think you can explain all this away, just like that?" "Well why won't she believe the truth?" "Sam, please listen to me, I'm wet through, and not really very happy at the moment, so I might just swear somewhat. Laura won't believe you, you bloody idiot. How the hell did you think that looked? It won't be long before she convinces herself she saw us actually doing it. How do you think you'll make the fat bloody bitch see sense?" "Anyway, I'll explain it all to mum if she tells her, mum thinks I'm still some kid." Exasperation ran through my veins like poison. Counting to three wasn't an option, right at that moment. I think the number one would have been spat out in a ball of fire. "Look, all I'm saying is if she tells mum, then I'll tell mum what really happened." "We've already said she won't talk to your mum, because they don't get on." "Yep, but I've been thinking about that. What if mum really pissed her off, don't you think she might say something then?" "Oh bloody brilliant, the one bit of hope I have left, you've just picked up and dropped in a shitty puddle. Sam, I'll deal with this, on Friday, don't you say anything to her tomorrow, just lock yourself in the stores all day." "I'm not working tomorrow, I swapped with Rod." "Good then you don't have to face her..........wait a minute........hell.......we are both off tomorrow." "Oh fuck it. Do you think Laura, will think?" "Yes...........I bloody well do!" As we walked the rest of the way home, I had visions of Laura spreading it all around the store. It was bad enough that she knew about Nathan, and now she had some right juicy gossip to spill about Sam and me. Teasing Sam had given me such a thrill in the past, and now I just wanted to crawl under a stone until this had all died down. As for Sam, he didn't say a lot normally anyway, but now he seemed to be even more withdrawn. That night in bed I woke up in the early hours. I had images of being sneered at in the store, and all the huddles of my gossiping work mates talking about me. One of the older guys in the stores referred to me as A.L.T, it took me a few months to find out why. Apparently my nickname was "All Legs and Tits." Maybe it was time to start wearing trousers to work, and playing down the exhibitionist side. Then again they would find that odd. What was Sylvia trying to cover up? Maybe Sam is screwing her, and here she is trying to act like a nun. I slipped out of bed and went downstairs in the dark. I sat at the kitchen table, smoked a cigarette, and tried to find something positive in all of the goings on. I couldn't. I yawned and went back up stairs. I stopped on the landing, and strained an ear at Sam's door. I could hear him breathing, but it didn't sound like he was sleeping. I moved silently to the gap in the door. The moonlight shone on his bed, on the naked body on his bed, on the masturbating naked body on his bed! I swallowed and tried to peer at his face. He was laying flat on his back with his head on the pillow. Something dark covered his face, but I couldn't make out what it was. His hand was slowly moving up and down his erection, but that too seemed covered in something dark. His ankles twisted slightly on the quilt as he pleasured himself. For a few minutes I just stood there, watching his slow and deliberate strokes. His panting was lazy, and now and then I heard what I thought was him inhaling deeply. My eyes watched his cock, and the hand that glided up its length. Even after what had gone on earlier, watching Sam stroking his 18 year old cock was drawing me back to fantasy land. What would he do if I quietly crept in his room and replaced his hand with my mouth? What if I crawled on the bed, and just lowered myself down in one easy slow motion, and started riding him? Yes, he'd probably jump a mile! I started to move back from the door. My ears picked up the sound of his breathing getting a little more urgent. I tucked my hair behind my ear, and moved back to the door. His grunts became louder, but still I had to strain a little to make out the odd swear word. I watched again, and this time his feet moved a little further, and twisted deeper into the quilt. A few whimpering groans later, Sam's hand seemed to falter a little. Then I saw it, shining white through whatever he had over his cock. I heard a slight squelch as his hand became slick with his own spunk. I rolled away from the door, and leant against the wall, with my head tipped back and my eyes shut. My left hand groped my breast, my right hand cradled my pussy, and a finger flicked over my clit. My silent orgasm made me shudder, as I imagined Sam's cock coming in my mouth, and then my pussy. As sleep started to get the better of me, I wondered why I could twiddle myself to an orgasm when hanging over my head was Laura, and what she'd say work? I got up in the night and went to the loo. My eyes finally focused on the small swing bin in the corner. Funny I thought? I pushed my ripped navy tights right in the bin earlier, so why were they hanging out now? I didn't wake up the next day until 9 o'clock. When I went past Sam's room I stopped for awhile. I couldn't hear him and assumed he was sleeping. I went to the loo and came back out. I jumped when I saw Sam holding a tray. "Sorry I didn't mean to startle you. I've made you coffee and toast." There was that bare chest again, which I did my best to ignore. I thanked him and took the tray into my bedroom. "I'll run you a bath if you like?" "I think I'll have a shower, thank you." He smiled. "Sam, what's this white stuff, on my toast?" He came in my bedroom and looked at it, and then picked a piece up. "Just butter....the non fat stuff you've got in the fridge." He took a bite and then turned it to me and pushed the toast gently in my mouth. I watched his eyes as they watched my mouth and teeth take a bite. He put the toast back on my plate as I started to slowly chew. "Was I supposed to use the full fat butter? Sorry, mum always buys the same stuff as you; it goes a little white when it cools." "Yes, but that's okay, thank you." I pulled off my dressing gown, and sat back in bed in my purple chemise. I ate the toast, and drank the coffee. I stretched and as I came back down, I heard Sam speaking quietly. I strained to listen. "You should have seen her face. I think she thought I'd done something on her toast. Anyway like I said last night, I had a right hard on watching her at the back of the shop pulling her tights down. She wasn't wearing any knickers underneath........no she didn't see me she had her back to me, cute fucking ass though. That's when that whale saw me, she and her husband, she saw Sylvia, and then she noticed my dick........no Sylvia didn't notice, she was too worried about Laura catching her stuffing her tights in her bag......anyway I'll see you at 10.30." Once again I jumped as Sam knocked on the door. I cleared my throat, but couldn't clear what he had said on his phone out of my mind. "Yes," I half squeaked. "My mate is coming round to meet me here, we're going cycling in a while, is that okay?" "Yes, I'm going out anyway." I watched Sam and his friend from my bedroom window. All that tight shiny cycle clothing hugged their bodies like a second skin, the bulges too were there. I imagined them both stood in my living room, me on my knees pulling those tight shorts down and sucking them both, as they stood with their hands tied behind their backs, and gags in their mouths. The fantasy grew quickly, until my vibrator was buzzing away between my legs. When I got home a few hours later Sam's bike was on the path. I went upstairs and stopped dead in my tracks. Sam's back was towards me, his naked back, and his naked bum. His body was covered in droplets of water, and he was reaching into the airing cupboard. He pulled a towel off the shelf and wrapped it around his waist. I just kept quiet and still, and daring not to breathe. He walked back into the bathroom and closed the door. I heard him humming a tune, the same one I had been humming the day before. I walked into my bedroom and sat on my bed. For a few minutes I wondered why all these situations kept presenting themselves. Did my H kink find a way of teasing me without me noticing? Was it so strong now it was sat on my shoulder, directing my life? A little yelp, followed by a swear word came from the bathroom. The door opened and there he was stood in the hall, with just the towel wrapped round his waist. "Oh, I didn't know you were back. I cut my arm on the bathroom cabinet door." "Sit on the bed." I was in automatic mode now. I got a few cotton wool balls and sat next to him. I started dabbing at the cut high on his arm. "My you're a big baby," I said as he winced a little. "It hurts. Will I need stitches?" "I don't think so. Hold this on it and I'll get a plaster." I covered the cut and smiled at him, "You'll live. Now get dressed and I'll make us something to eat." "I was going to ask you out for something to eat, to say thank you for looking after me, if you want to that is?" "That's not necessary." "No, but I'd like to, just a burger and chips if you like, or a Macdonald's, it's up to you." Even as I nodded and smiled, I knew that perhaps this would be a mistake. His face lighting up didn't help either. 20 minutes later Sam told me he had booked a table at an Italian in town. I thought of what had happened between us a few months ago. The flashing at him when I was cooking his breakfast, and then letting him see up my skirt had me trembling. Brushing my nipples across his bare chest, as I helped him with my tee shirt was fantastic. But the best bit was rubbing my pussy on his bulge in his shorts. I was a teasing bitch. What he said about me to his friend, seeing me with my vibrator, and then what happened in the alley, went round and round. And now I had agreed to go on a date with him, okay not a proper date, and not for a burger, to an Italian restaurant, for a sit down meal, with candles on the table and waiters running around asking if we had everything we wanted. Sam walked past my bedroom door wearing a bloody suit. This saying thank you was going to turn into more than that if I didn't watch my step. I flicked through my wardrobe, several times. In the end I settled on a black knee length dress, yes I do have dresses which come to my knees, well two actually, but this one I had worn to two funerals. I chuckled at that, did this have some meaning on what was going to happen? Sam did look nice, hell who am I kidding? He filled out that suit just perfectly. Any girl would be proud to be seen with Sam, he looked handsome, and dead sexy. Although we were just going out to dinner, I felt like this wasn't just a fantasy anymore. Why the hell would I fuss about trying to find a nice pair of panties, was my subconscious that far ahead of me? Before I knew it I was wearing white underwear, and not tights, white stockings with a white suspender belt, No bra though, only because the clips would make unsightly bumps in the back of my dress. Having said that, why was I not worried that the tight dress showed the bumps of my suspender belt? "You, look beautiful Sylvia, really pretty I mean." "Oh this old thing, it's just the first thing I grabbed out of wardrobe," I said trying not to take in what he had said. He moved forward and kissed my cheek, just a quick peck, but it was a kiss. As he moved back I grabbed his arms and looked deep into his eyes. He gulped a little. "Sam, where is this, going to lead?" I asked faintly. His eyes told me the truth, but his mouth couldn't, "Nowhere, I mean, I'm just taking you out, to say.......thank you." We knew this was falling into place, and there was nothing we could do to stop it. Finally I let go of his arms, but he didn't move away. Sam took a deep breath, "Sylvia, when Laura saw us in the alley.....I wished something." I put my finger on his lips stopping him from saying anymore. I knew what he was going to say, but I couldn't let him speak the words. Sam's cycling friend turned out to be a waiter in the Italian restaurant. He seated us at a booth in the corner, and then winked at me and smiled. "I thought you'd like a little privacy. Sam told me about the woman in the alley." He walked away and I looked at Sam. "Sorry, perhaps I shouldn't have said anything, but I needed to tell someone, and ask for a little advice." "I see, and what advice did he give you?" "We can go if you like?" He had a cute little worried look on his face. "Sam, have you been phoning him to ask about me? Having you been telling him things?" "Look, he said I wouldn't stand a chance with you. He thinks, well I am a virgin, but I told him I'm not. Shit I never meant for this to happen. Let's go." "Sit down," I said firmly, "I'm not cooking now, so we'll stay here and eat something. I want a nice meal, and if you ever pee in my bath or do anything disgusting on my toast then your mum will get to hear." "My god, you heard the phone calls? I didn't Sylvia. I wouldn't do anything like that. I was just, well." "I know, now can we relax and eat, and smile Sam, if not for yourself do it for me." After the meal we left and started walking home. I got the odd whiff of aftershave and I smiled inwardly. He really had made an effort, and that thought lodged in my head. Despite all the crass things with the phone calls to his mate, I found myself warming to him even more. We went to cross a busy road and he held out his hand. He wasn't looking at me and the tentative way he offered it I imagined his stomach turning with worry. I didn't take his hand. I slipped my arm through his. We walked over the road, and he lifted his arm so I could take mine out. My fingers tightened on his arm and I watched him gulp, still not looking at me. We walked up the road like that. We turned into a quieter road and I stopped, still holding his arm. He turned and looked at me. We smiled at each other and I moved closer to him. "Thank you for the meal," I said quietly. "I'm really sorry about phoning my mate. I moved closer still, until the words coming from his mouth dried up, and our lips met. We kissed for longer than a thank you kiss. We kissed for long enough to know that this was going to lead to something when we got home. I moved back and again we smiled, and then walked on, arm in arm. It was nearly 11 pm when we reached my doorstep. I pushed open the door and switch on the light. He followed me into the lounge and I turned facing him. "Well, is this going to stay a fantasy, or do you really want to sleep with me?" We just stared at each other, and his expression turned slightly, just for one moment his look was an enquiring one. He didn't know how to react, or maybe whether he should. "Sam, I'm trying to make you see everyone has fantasies. Some they would never dream of doing in real life, and some are best left in fantasy world." "So, do you or don't you want to do it?" "What I'm trying to say is, would you rather stop now and keep me as a fantasy, or run the risk of not liking it?" "But I would, I know I would." "Really, I've had men who I thought were gorgeous, and I would get so excited about getting them into bed, don't look like that Sam, women have sexy feelings too." "I know that." "Do you know what it is like to build yourself up about one person, and you are so desperate to get them in to bed, and then when you do, it wasn't as you imagined? Hiding the disappointment is hard to do, and you sometimes wish you had left it as a fantasy?" "But, you wouldn't be like that, I just know it. Sylvia, I'll never regret this." I paused for a moment just watching his face for the slightest sign of doubt. I took his hand and led him upstairs. I'd love to say I could have made the decision to stop this, but I was too weak. I wanted him more than I let on, but I had to give him that one last chance to back out. In the silence of my bedroom we stared at each other for a few moments. "Sylvia, you know I'm a virgin," came from his mouth, "but I know what to do," quickly followed. Giving him a little smile hid all sorts of thoughts behind it. "You don't mind, do you?" he asked. My smile stretched a little more. Did I mind? What a silly question! When he mentioned it in the Italian I felt a flutter in my heart, as well as somewhere else. We both heard the zip going down on the back of my dress. I let the dress fall to the floor. I stood braless, in just white stockings and suspender belt, and my high heels. My naked pussy had Sam hooked, he gulped. I smiled a little and lay down on the bed. He pulled off his jacket and shirt, and then undid his trousers and pushed them down. He hesitated for a moment, with his thumbs in the waist band of his pants. "You'll have to take them off, they'll get in the way," I said with a grin. I took hold of his cock as he lay on the bed, and then rubbed it along my pussy lips. He shuddered and let out a little gasping breath. When I saw his cock for the first time when he jerked himself off it did surprise me. It was long and it looked so ready. I've had older guys with less between their legs, but who knew what to do with it, and now I had a sexy bloody virgin with such a nice sized cock, who I could teach how to use it. When I first touched Sam's cock, I felt a twitch between my legs. My pussy would have to wait awhile before she got her lips around it. "Kiss me, slowly." He did, and I could feel his slightly quaking excited body against mine. "Lay on your back." I pressed my body against his, making sure he could feel my tits squash against his chest. I offered my neck to his lips and he kissed it, again little slow soft kisses, which had my eyes closing so I could savour the delight. My head jumped back as his tongue slithered in my ear. "Shit, sorry, don't you like that?" "No I don't, don't worry. Kiss just behind my ear, I love that." He did as I asked him, and I could feel his own arousal sticking in my thigh. I moved down the bed kissing his chest. My eyes looked up at Sam. "Sam, put your head on the pillow." He gulped, "But I want to see." I grinned, "No, lie on the pillow and feel, feel what I'm doing, close your eyes and feel my mouth kissing you, and feel my tits rubbing around your cock and down your legs." He lay back and I carried on kissing my way slowly down to his flat belly, making sure my nipples lightly grazed over his cock, and thighs, and down his legs. He whimpered and groaned, and both sounds were filled with a lustful expectancy. "That's good....that's real good," he mumbled dreamily, "oh fuck!" he added, a little more in shocked surprise, as my mouth slipped over his cock. My head bobbed as slowly as I could make it, and as far down as I could take it. After a few moments I came back up, I didn't want him coming in mouth. Well, not until my pussy took his virginity first. I lay next to him on my back, and took his hand. I wrapped my fingers around just his index finger, took it to my mouth, licked it, and guided it between my legs. He gasped as he felt my pussy for the first time. "No not there Sam, there," I whispered as I placed his finger on my clit, "Just tease her all around, slowly. I let go of his hand and turned his face to mine, we kissed as his finger did the magic between my legs. "Is that okay?" "Sam, can you feel my hard nipples against your arm, can you feel my shaking slightly, and can you hear my soft groans?" Fact And Fantasy Ch. 01 Pt. 2 He smiled, and we kissed long and slow. I took hold of his cock and pulled him over me. He tried pushing in me but I stopped him, "No not yet, take your time, and feel this," I whispered. I rubbed his hard cock slowly up and down my slit, like I had done earlier. "There, just savour it.....wait a little.....push your hips, slowly." I moved my hand, and in one movement, he pushed in all the way, and then he gasped. "There, you're in me Sam," I cooed in his ear. He started pumping his hips, "God, this is......oh fucking hell....I'm going to come too quickly." "No you won't Sam, just stop and lay with it in me for awhile. Just rotate your hips a little now and then." My last decent fuck was nearly 6 months ago, and for me, that is a long time. I wanted this to last for as far as I could stretch it. By this time of course his option to back out had now been revoked, and I wasn't letting a simple thing like him being a virgin, giving him the excuse to go off bang before I had enjoyed myself. My hands held Sam's back. Watching the obvious delight on his face, was hitting something in me too. My mouth opened slightly, and I was breathing a little heavier. Even telling myself it was because he was on top of me, with his weight forcing my breathing to become harder, wasn't the whole truth. We kissed and I had to even tell him to slow down with that again. I wanted us both to savour this night. "Now, start again, and slowly, gradually build up," I whispered. I flexed my pussy slightly, and he gulped a little. I wrapped a leg around his and slowly traced my stocking clad feet up and down his calf. I thought he'd like that, okay I like doing it to guys who want it, and it does give me a thrill too, but this was me doing it for Sam, who had now stepped from fantasy to reality. "Oh shit!" He squeaked. "Just keep calm, and slow. The faster you get the less control you'll have." He nodded and started fucking me slowly with a happy smile on his face, a big happy smile at that! "Sam, ease off a little now, feel what you are doing. Feel your cock going in and out, feel it graze on my pussy..........long and slow, deep thrusts, but remember every little sensation, every little touch." He was shaking with excitement, but he started doing what I asked. "Like that, do you mean, like that?" After a few minutes his breathing became heavier, and I got the impression the fight to control him self would soon become a real struggle. "Okay, harder, faster........go on Sam, really let go. Give me what you've dreamed about doing for so long. Fuck your mum's friend." His eyes had gone by this time. They had filled with lust, with sex, and the thought of getting off. I've had men who get this look. They don't really care what is underneath them, but even so Sam was smiling a little happy smile, and that WAS different! He was thrusting away like a machine after a while. I looked up into his eyes feeling his weight on top of me. I was watching his expression, and the beads of sweat on his brow, and I felt his cock thumping deep in my pussy! As for me, well I noticed I kissed his cheek, and I had started cuddling him with my arms and legs! I started feeling the excitement building more and more. The virgin cock going in and out was doing something for me, more than that thought alone. My own excitement was banging on the door, with all the subtly of a battering ram. "I.........can't........... hold on.............much.............longer........oh fuck......" Christ, I had a real dilemma at that point. Should I tell him to come, or should I ask him to hold on, so I could come too! "Hold on, Sam......... just a bit longer.....please....fucking hold on." I shuddered under him, I screamed, I cursed, and I thrashed about. I shoved my tongue down his throat, like a rat down a drain pipe. I clung to him, like a non-swimmer clinging to drift wood from a sinking ship. I came with such intensity I could have been a virgin too. My feet in the white nylon started rubbing over his thighs, and my nails dug in his back. "Come then Sam, give it to me. Fucking give me your spunk, you bloody shit. Teach me not to tease you.....come on, I'm a fucking MILF.........don't I deserve this, for teasing you all the fucking time?!" "Fucking hell....fucking............fucking hell!" I was pinned to the bed as he twisted about rubbing his body all over mine. Sweat mingled with sweat, and through my glazed eyes I could see his red face, and the muscles in his neck bulging. In between us his hard lump had me pinned to the bed. Sam's virgin cock emptied itself, with hard thrusting violent jerks at first, until he stopped, and I took over. I began milking him with my pussy, tugging with my muscles on his hard dick. I could feel every inch of it now, as I gripped as hard as I could on his cock, draining the last drops out. For a time we were still, just the panting and odd groans two people made after a marathon session of sex was all that could be heard. I don't know if it was 20 minutes or 40 minutes, I wasn't counting. All I know is I needed Sam to get off me, so I could take bigger gulps of air. He shifted, and I just didn't feel I had the energy to move. I have had fucks that have left me drained before, and surprisingly this had been right up there with them. Even as my pussy continued tingling, and then started leaking, I couldn't move. My hair was wet with sweat, and the sweat on my body had turned cold. With each passing minute I felt myself coming back into the real world. We cuddled and slept together like that, two satisfied lovers away from the rest of the world. The next day my son came back from Spain, he had been on holiday with his father, my ex. So Sam and I didn't get another chance.............not until my son was fast asleep. Sam and I fucked again, after he went back home, just once more before he moved to Scotland. I was offered the job as supervisor, but unfortunately I had to turn it down. Laura promised she wouldn't tell anyone about what she thought she saw in the alley. It still grated on me watching her walk around with her name on the supervisor's badge, but it wouldn't be long before I could look down on her, from my position as, the store manager's secretary!