0 comments/ 55819 views/ 0 favorites Frustrated By: Celestia You know you have left her in a needy, wanting way as you pull in the driveway. You had played mind games with her all through dinner. Asking her to tell her fantasies to you as you sipped after dinner drinks at the table. Stroked her upper thigh as you drove to the theater. Groped her underneath her skirt in the darkness as you watched the performance on stage. In the car on the way home she reached for your hand, willing you to touch her again and you refused. The game had begun. She leaves the car without a word to you, walking into the house and straight to the bedroom. She removes her clothing , purposely standing in front of the open door. The little slip of a lingerie falls just below her sweet ass. Her back arches as she admires her form in the mirror across the room. She runs her hands over the soft satin material, letting her finger tips linger to tease her erect nipples. Her hands glide up and over her bare shoulders, circling behind her neck, lifting her rich dark hair up and off her creamy skin. The alluring lines of her shoulder blades and neck, exposed, tempting. She crosses the room and pulls a wooden high back chair from the corner, setting it at the foot of the bed. You move slowly to the doorway, taking in her beautiful actions. You feel tension building inside as you now watch her placing one bare, elegant foot upon the seat of the wooden chair. The light scent of perfumed lotion drifts into your senses. You see her smooth the filmy liquid over her calf muscles. Your eyes can not move from the skillful fingers working the lotion into her already luxurious flesh. You have to adjust yourself as you feel the blood flow increase. Her toes point as she slides her hands up on her thigh, the slinky lingerie edging further upward. Her fingers slightly brush against her wanting pussy, and she sucks in her breath as the electric waves of being touched rush through her. She sees you stepping to enter the bedroom and her glare stops you in your tracks. Resting her foot upon the floor she raises the other to the chair and begins the ritual once more. Feeling the lotion absorb into her skin, her hands now purposely pressing into her pleasure mound that has been so teased and then neglected. A soft moan escapes her parted lips as she closes her eyes enjoying her own self gratification. Unable to pull your eyes from her tasty show, you see her open her eyes and signal to you with a single finger, allowing you to come to her. You take her up in your strong arms kissing her full lips, invading her mouth with your tongue, ready to give her what she desires. Your hands begin to roam over her supple body, kneading and squeezing her flesh beneath the satin material. You feel her body quiver and her fingers, nimble and able, unfastening the buttons on your dress shirt. The cool air of the room mixes with the sensation of her hot mouth as she attacks your neck and shoulders with her tongue and teeth, pushing your shirt from your body. It falls to the floor at your feet and you carelessly kick it aside. The dressers low edge presses into the back of your thighs as she continues to greedily taste your throat and chest. Your body refuses to resist her touch and aches to fulfill the need you created with in her earlier in the evening. You guide her towards the bed. Your arms around her petite frame. She allows herself to be moved across the floorboards having achieved her purpose to be near the dresser. She falls into you knowing this sudden movement will catch you off balance. As the chair catches you behind the knees and forces you to sit down hard, she climbs over your lap, straddling your legs. Her hands moving down your arms, her firm breasts pressing into your chest. "Click." Her tongue probes your mouth before you can object. "Click." She rises from her sitting position before you. The expression on your face must be pleasing because she laughs and then licks her full lips. You turn your head and try to free your hands but you are now handcuffed through the rungs of the chair. A quick fleeting feeling of regret and fear rushes through you. She slides her hands between your knees and pushes outward opening your legs so she can stand between them. Turning her back to you she lifts the shimmering material that covers her over her rounded ass cheeks and proceeds to rub the flawless skin against your bare chest. She has yet to speak a word to you. Stepping forward and crawling up onto the comforter, she turns and looks you straight in the eye, her own eyes twinkle. Your view has been perfectly planned. Her hand slips between her legs and her back arches. The tips of her fingers disappear into her glistening folds. You watch as she begins to finger fuck her wet hole. Her mouth letting the sounds of her building pleasure drift to your ears. You wiggle helplessly restrained in the chair. She removes her now slick fingers and reaches, up further back, to tease her tight puckered asshole. Using her own juices to make it slippery. Your breath quickens. "Baby?" Her voice is low and sensual. You listen as you continue watching her fingers dip and play. "Baby, if you beg me I may let you join in. Do you want that?" she moans softly. Your whole body is screaming to you to beg her for release, but you know her games never end that easily once her own pleasure is set in motion. She moves like a cat on the prowl. Crawling up the bed to the nightstand, opening the top drawer, and pulling out a long sleek vibrator. She turns and rests on her hip, looking directly at you, opening her mouth and tonguing the tip of the toy. She takes it between her pouty lips and sucks it deep into her throat. A shiver runs through your body, because you know how that mouth feels. Stacking pillows behind her she lets her body sink into them, the vibrator still enjoying the warmth of her mouth. Her hand moves down her taut stomach and her fingers open her pussy lips, allowing your vision the perfect picture of her sensational cock canal. As you are watching the vibrator has slipped over her nipples and down to meet her other hand, it is instantly swallowed up in her pussy. She pushes it in deep, adjusting the vibrations as she moves it with in her walls. You feel as if your about to exploded, knowing that if the toy could it would have done so by now. She whispers, "This could be you." The vibrator pulls back out of all her glorious juices, coated and slick. "Oh god, mmmmmm" She moans, as her hips lift off the bed to sink the solid object once more. You bite your lip, fully ready to beg for your freedom. "Oh Baby, I'm gonna cum. You want to watch me cum don't you? You want to hear me cry out as I fuck myself, don't you, Baby?" She pumps the toy faster, the sounds of the vibrations filling the room. All you can do is nod yes and bite your lower lip. You're afraid any movement you make, the slightest brush of material against your stiff cock, will cause you to cum with her. You see her whole body tense, her toes curl, her own nails digging into her tender skin as wave after wave of her orgasm washes over her body. She cries out. "Mmmm fuck yes!" Slowly she pulls the pleasing toy from her soaked spasming pussy. Moving to you she steps off the bed, standing before you once again. Holding it to your lips. "Taste me. Taste what you neglected." Your tongue flicks out wanting badly to have her essence fill your mouth. She presses it into your mouth and covers your open lips with her own. Licking and lapping, she tastes the sweet flavors of her pussy with you. Pulling it from your mouth she tosses it upon the now wrinkled bed covers. She smiles at you and exits the room, leaving you with your own frustration of losing the game. This is my first of what I hope to be many submissions. Please don't leave me frustrated and needing to know if you enjoyed it. Please take a moment to vote. Frustrated "I fucking hate you!" Jackie spit out those words and then stormed up the stairs. She got to the top of the staircase and turned left into the master bedroom. She was stamping her feet like a two year old but she didn't care. She pulled out four dresses and within a few minutes had chosen a stunning silver dress with matching high heels. Her dark hair was in a ponytail and as she pulled out the elastic, her hair fell gracefully around her shoulders. "Stop being stupid!" Sean had followed her up the stairs and stood at the doorway of their lavish bedroom. The room was so large that the king size bed looked tiny sitting in the middle of the room. The fireplace was going and it created a warm glow. "Shut up. You try to control me all the time. I'm going out!" Jackie screamed those words loudly and then made her way down the spiral staircase. Sean followed huffing and puffing, trying to think of a reply. "I just asked if you were going to be home tonight. Fuck! We're married remember. I wanted to know if I could watch the hockey game in peace." Sean watched as his wife grabbed her car keys and her purse. He was thankful that their house was so large that the two kids would not hear any sounds of their argument. He hated how neurotic and moody she had become lately and this was just the latest stupidity of an argument. "I'm going out." Sean watched helplessly as Jackie left the house and walked the short distance to the three-car garage. He wasn't going to go after her. It wasn't worth it. He hoped she would come home tonight at least. The last time she did this she didn't come home until the morning and he was thankful that she snuck in the back entrance. Their children did not need to see their mother looking the way she did. Jackie slid effortlessly into the black sports car and drove way too fast out of the laneway and onto the road. Her dainty right foot was pushing hard on the accelerator pedal and soon she was exactly where she wanted to be. The house was tiny with only the upstairs bedroom light on. He was home. She'd known he would be home. Rushing out of the car, she rang the doorbell and waited. Steve stumbled down the stairs. He had heard a car in his laneway but wasn't really expecting anyone. He was wearing jeans and nothing else. His dark hair was messy. He opened the door and saw her. "Hi." Jackie was timid. Steve always caused her to be quiet and reserved. The aggressiveness that she gave to her husband was in direct comparison to how she behaved in front of him. She looked down at the ground, waiting for him to respond. Steve's cock began to throb and he felt it push against the zipper of his jeans. He was uncomfortable but knew that very soon his cock would either be in her wet warm mouth or in her delicious pussy. She was wearing that slutty silver dress with the matching high heels. Even with those fuck-me heelsheels, he was a foot taller then she. She wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were hard. Her hair was styled perfectly and she had on the pink lip-gloss he loved. "You always come running to me when you fight with him." It was a statement that was thick with sarcasm and hatred. As he spoke those words, he grabbed her by the hair, tugged her inside, and shut the door with his foot. His entrance way was tiny with a long hallway that opened up to the kitchen. There was a wooden bench that was used for storage and somewhere Steve could sit down when he had to remove his heavy work boots. He sat down on the bench and pushed her to her knees. "Suck me until I tell you to stop. Then I'm going to fuck you so hard it will hurt." Steve grunted as he felt Jackie's small fingers try to unzip his jeans then unbutton them. When she finally did that his cock sprang out. His cock was thick and long with precum oozing down the sides. He didn't even need to say anything. She knew what to do. Jackie opened wide and sucked hard on the tip. She leaned down and began pushing more and more of his cock into her mouth. She began to gag but kept going until his entire shaft was in her throat. She pulled back, streams of saliva dripping everywhere. She did it again, this time rubbing his large heavy balls. "You need to be treated like a slut to feel good about yourself. My little married slut. Cheating on her husband because she fucking hates her life." Steve watched as Jackie sucked his cock. He was close to cumming but the only place he ever came was inside her pussy. It was a fetish of his and really, she was never going to say no. Jackie was silent. She was dripping wet and it wasn't just the fact that she was going to be fucked hard. The idea that he was calling her names turned her on so much. She wanted to be used, to be fucked. Her mouth was sore and her jaw was getting tired. She was relieved when he finally pushed her away. "Get on my cock and fuck me, you little cunt." Jackie nodded. She wasn't wearing panties and his cock slid into her pussy easily. She was stretched wide from giving birth to two babies but she still felt snug with his cock. The first time they had fucked, she hadn't been dripping wet and it had hurt like hell. She knew that unless they were both soaking wet there would be resistance. "Oh god!" Jackie bounced her light body up and down on Steve's cock. He was grunting, groaning, and began to slap her breasts. "Tell me you're a slut. Tell me you like this." Jackie was wincing in pain. He had his large hands on her hips and was tugging her so hard against his cock. Her cervix was tender and it was causing her a weird combination of pain and pleasure. "I love this Steve. I love when you fuck me like a slut. I love cheating on my husband. I love when I go home with your cum in my pussy." Steve couldn't take it anymore. He held her down and came inside her. It felt so good to cum as her pussy wrapped around his cock tight. His fingernails dug into her skin but he didn't care. Once he was finished, he pushed her off him. She crumbled into a ball on the ground. "Go home. Alyssa will be home soon. I don't want her finding out that I still fuck my sister." Jackie blinked and then got up. Her legs were shaking and she stumbled her way to the car. She was such a horrible person but she couldn't help it. She had married the rich guy who her parents loved to death. Steve had dropped out of high school and married an average girl from a good family. Steve needed his sister to remind him of the days before she moved out. She needed to be treated roughly and reminded that had she not been pretty and cute she wouldn't be living in a mansion on the other side of town. Frustrated I was very frustrated and horny as hell as I boarded the car train in Sanford, Florida heading to Charlotte, North Carolina. My car was on board as I was going to be staying in Charlotte for at least three months. The Company I worked for was sending me to our Charlotte branch to oversee the start up of a new computer system that I had help develop over the past year. My frustration stemmed from the fact that my wife was not going and would probably be fucking our good friend Charlie's brains out while I was gone and she would not suck my cock prior to my leaving. She was the best cocksucker I ever experienced and I wanted that blowjob prior to leaving. But alas it did not happen. I'm a thirty two year old computer programmer named Sam and my wife was a thirty one year old fox that I had met in college, named Kelly. We had fucked our way through college and married soon after we both graduated. I had become totally addicted to Kelly's awesome cocksucking, and I have to admit I was probably neglecting her needs, in my pursuit of her oral skills. It was only recently I found out she was fucking our close friend Charlie. Charlie was a Department Manager in our Company. We had met right after I started working there and became friends immediately. He was tall and very handsome, and Kelly seemed to like him right off. We would socialize with Charlie and his girlfriend Sally often and entertained them in our home many times. Although Charlie and Kelly would flirt on occasion, I did not realize the extent of their attraction. I found out when I came home unexpectedly and found them fucking in our bed. When I entered the house, I heard the sounds of someone in the throes of sexual bliss. Kelly was moaning and squealing like I had not heard since our college days. I knew she was being fucked, but was not aware it was Charlie until I peeked into the bedroom. The surprise of seeing my good friend furiously pounding my wife's cunt was a total shock. Little did I know that he had been fucking her regularly for several months. I would find that out later. I made a quick decision to not confront them, and slipped away driving to the nearest bar. I had several beers and waited till I was sure they would have finished and returned home. When I entered the house I made sufficient noise to let them know I was there. But it was not necessary, as Charlie had already left. Later that evening, I totally caught Kelly off guard when I asked, "How long have you and Charlie been fucking?" The shock and horror on her face is something I will never forget. After a few moments, she stammered and said, "What ever gave you that idea?" "Come on, I came home early today and saw you two fucking up a storm, and in our bed too," I said. "You can't deny it, I saw you with my own eyes." At first she was speechless, but after a short time, I saw the expression on her face slowly change. And what I was now seeing was anger. "Look you asshole, you have not been taking care of my needs for a long time. All you ever seem to want is for me to suck you cock. If you had paid attention to taking care of me, this probably would not have happened." She had turned her infidelity back on me and I had to secretly admit she probably had a point. Now I was reliving the whole scene of Charlie fucking Kelly, in my mind, as the train slowly started pulling out of the station. I had not confronted Charlie, but assumed Kelly must have told him, as he seemed to have avoided me the past few days prior to my departure. I kept wondering if he had experienced one of Kelly's awesome blowjobs. I'm sure he must have. I also wondered just how many times he had fucked her. I had tried to get Kelly to tell me, but she had refused to divulge any details. The image of his cock pumping her cunt stuck in my mind's eye, and then it hit me like a thunderbolt, he was not wearing a condom. Kelly did not take the pill and we had always used a vaginal foam called Emko for protection. Damn, I hope she used the foam prior to Charlie fucking her. As the train was rolling along heading into North Florida, the thoughts of Charlie fucking her without protection continued to haunt me. Kelly had always been paranoid about getting pregnant, so I couldn't imagine her having unprotected sex, but the thoughts still lingered. Finally I drifted off to sleep. I must have slept several hours before I awoke with a serious need to empty my bladder. I got up and headed for the restroom, which was in the rear of car. Entering the restroom I couldn't help hear a voice saying, "That's it cocksucker, suck it." Obviously, someone was getting a blowjob in the stall, and I was immediately turned on by the thought. I quickly emptied my bladder only to find my cock growing in my hand. As I listened, I began to stroke my cock making it grow to a full hard on. Damn, I need that blowjob. Returning to my seat, I decided to watch to see who came out of the restroom. I waited for almost twenty minutes before a young man came out. About three minutes later an older distinguished looking man followed. Then it hit me someone had been getting a blowjob from a guy. But who was doing the sucking, I wondered? I had never considered getting a blowjob from a guy, but there was no denying my cock was hard as hell thinking about what had gone on in that restroom. It must be because I have been so frustrated with Kelly not sucking me off before I left. I could not stop thinking about it when I looked up, and saw the young man staring at me and smiling. He must have been the cocksucker, I thought. I looked around for the older guy and saw him sitting about three rows in front of me. My cock was throbbing thinking about the older guy's cock pumping in and out of the young man's mouth. I needed to go back to the rest room, and jack off. My cock was ozzing precum in my boxers. I got up and walked back to the restroom. I got in the stall and took out my cock and began stroking. I was startled when I heard a light tapping on the stall door. I immediately stopped stroking and said, "Who is there?" A low voice said, "Let me in, please." Not knowing what to do, I asked, "Who are you and what do you want?" "I just want to suck your cock," He replied. Slowly I opened the stall door and saw the young man. He quickly entered, dropped to his knees, and took my cock into his mouth and started sucking me. I was in a state of shock, but damn he was sucking me as good or better than Kelly. I started fucking his face as my orgasm approached. I needed release and it was fast coming, as I blew a huge load in his mouth. Then it hit me, I had just been sucked off by a guy, and due to my heighten state of arousal had cum almost immediately. I came hard and fast and the orgasm was as intense as any I ever had. "Wow you came fast," He said. "I have been very turned on ever since I heard you sucking the older guy earlier, but how did you know I was in here jacking," I asked? "I saw you thru a crack in the stall door when I was sucking the other guy, and was hoping that I would get the chance to suck you. When I saw you heading back to the restroom, I put two and two together, and guessed you were coming back to jack off," He said. Then I got another big shock. He asked, "Have you ever sucked a cock?" Shaken, I responded, "No never, why would you ask that?" "The older gentleman that I was sucking earlier has me on the watch for more cocksuckers to service him," He replied. Without another word I quickly put my cock back in my pants, and left returning to my seat. I was still in shock, and was coming down from my intense arousal, when I felt like someone was looking at me. I looked up and saw the older gentleman looking at me with a smile on his face. I must have looked startled because his smile increased and I quickly looked away. Closing my eyes, my mind was in a whirl, as all kind of crazy thoughts were racing thru my mind until I finally drifted off to sleep. When I awoke, I had the distinct feeling of being watched. Was it the older man, and if so, what must he be thinking. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. Looking up I saw the older man, and he mouthed, "Follow me." I sat there thinking what in the world is he expecting of me. I looked and saw him enter the restroom. Finally my curiosity got the best of me and I got up and headed to the restroom. Upon entering, I saw the older man standing in the doorway of the stall with a huge cock sticking out the fly of his pants. "Look, I don't know what you expect, but I have never sucked a cock and why do you think I would now," I asked? "Oh but you will by the time we reach our destination," He replied. "I have turned many men who had never considered sucking cock before, and who are now excellent cocksuckers," He said. "Look, I am not a cocksucker," I repeated. "Come on in here and we will see about it," He said. Mesmerized by the sight of his big cock, I initially hesitated and then moved forward. Once inside the stall, he closed the door and placed his hands on the top of my head pushing me down till I was on my knees. His big cock was now right in front of my face as he pressed forward brushing his cock across my lips. I have been in this position many times, but it was always my cock brushing across Kelly's lips. I started to say something, but before I could, he pushed his cock into my mouth. He immediately started fucking in and out of my mouth going a little deeper with each thrust. What was happening to me, I thought, but I knew I was being face fucked! At first, I felt my gag reflex kicking in, but soon it subsided, as I felt his cock enter my throat. Many times I had enjoyed Kelly deep throating me, and now I know what it must have felt like for her. As he kept fucking my mouth and throat, I realized I had a huge boner and my cock was throbbing and I wondered if I was going to cum while sucking a cock. Then with a hard thrust he held his cock in my throat and emptied his balls directly to my belly. While this was happening, I was cumming in my pants and I came even harder than when I had gotten my cock sucked earlier. As he slowly withdrew his cock, I could taste some cum reside and was mildly surprised that is was not at all bad. In fact, I kind of liked it. "Not bad at all for your first time. With a little more experience, I could see you turning into a very good cocksucker," He said. "And before this trip ends you will have more experience." With that, he turned and walked out leaving me in the stall still on my knees with the taste of his cum residue in my mouth. After I returned to my seat, I thought, oh my god, I am a cocksucker. That is when I saw the young man looking at me with a knowing smile on his face. He had to know that I had just sucked off his older friend. I was totally conflicted, I am not gay or bisexual yet I just sucked a cock and took a man's load down my throat. The thought kept running thru my mind what the older man had said about me get ting more experience before we reached Charlotte. It turned out he was right. I ended up sucking him three more times before we arrived in North Carolina. When I told him I would be in Charlotte for three months, he said, "That is more than enough time for me to teach you how to be a first class cocksucker. I know when a guy has natural talent for sucking, and you have it." And teach me he did. I not only became a very good cocksucker, but I learned to love and crave cum. I hope when I return home Kelly will let me eat Charlie's cum from her pussy. I also have begun to wonder if I Charlie would let me suck his cock. Things will certainly be different, that is for sure. I have gone from wanting my cock sucked to me wanting to suck cock. Frustrated...AGAIN I should've known better from the last time; writing scripts for GWA has got me more sexually frustrated by each word I type that I just HAD to take a break and have some me-time. Hope you play along with me. Feel free to send positive feedback. It's what keeps me coming back here to Literotica. Enjoy! ;) * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (13.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Frustrated and Fucked If you've read my other stories, you know that I'm separated from my husband of 20 years. It's been about 6 months now. We continued having sex for a while, but I had to put a stop to it. I left him because I wasn't in love with him, breaking his heart in the process. It wasn't fair to continue a sexual relationship when I have no intention of getting back together with him. No matter how fucking horny I am all the time. I've never had to deal with lack of sex. From the time I lost my virginity to my husband, I never stopped. I never had to learn how to cope without. You don't realize how important sex is until you lose it. I went from having sex 2 or 3 times a week to nothing. And masturbation sucks. I've come to realize sex is a physical need. Just like food. I'm absolutely starving right now. Masturbating is like starving to death and finally finding food, only it's a moldy hot dog in the garbage, covered in maggots; but you eat it anyway because you have to survive. That's what masturbation is like for me. When I was getting sex regularly, masturbating was fun. Now it's just depressing. Sometimes I can't even get myself off. So now I find myself, 41 years old, fat and alone. Actually, I'm not so fat anymore. But I still see myself that way. I've lost over a hundred pounds in the last 2 years and I still have about 40 more to go. I know, try not to picture it. This is a sex story meant to get you off, and that description is not helping. But this is also a story of my life and I can't tell it as a young, hot, blonde chick with big tits and a perfect body. That's not me. That's never going to be me. But I'm fine with that. I'm attractive enough to not worry about never finding someone again. I still have curves and probably always will. So put me in the BBW category. I'm 5'8", shoulder length brown hair, hazel eyes with 38D tits. Three weeks ago, I had sex with an old friend. He lives in Georgia and we'll never have a romantic relationship. We love each other, but only as friends. Hell, we grew up together. We were just helping each other out since neither of us had had sex in a while. It was great, but made me realize that sex makes you want more. No matter how good it is, it leaves you wanting more. It's not feasible to drive to Georgia every week to get my "fix". So now I'm exploring other options. I've worked with Jason for over nine years now. He's a work friend. We never talk away from the job and never do anything together. But we have come to know each other pretty well. He has a girlfriend of 20 years. I've asked him many times why they aren't married. He always says that they don't want to mess it up with marriage. They love each other very much and that's enough for them. They don't have any children and are happy with the way things are. Jason and I talk about everything. We started talking about sex stuff several years ago. I'm sure that I'm the one who brought it up. We've swapped porn sites and sex stories, but always kept our distance. I was married and he had a girlfriend he loved very much. There may have been a bit of a mutual attraction, but we never came near crossing any lines. At least any more lines than all the inappropriate sex talk we had been having. Jason had to stop having sex with his girlfriend about 6 or 7 years ago. She has a female medical problem that she can't get surgery on because she has a bad heart. So he's left with only masturbation. Even though she can't have sex, she doesn't help him out at all. It is upsetting to her, so he doesn't press the issue. Just deals with it himself. She's very uptight about sex. Doesn't like him masturbating and definitely doesn't want him cheating on her. But as I've said, he loves her very much, so he takes care of his needs himself. Recently, since I've been separated, our sex talks have become more frequent. I've not only been talking about sex to Jason, I've pretty much brought it up with everyone at work. I'm so frustrated and I've been asking how everyone else deals with it. Most of them change the subject so I quit talking about it to anyone besides Jason. We're still very open about it. I am attracted to him; he's 5'10, 175lbs with salt and pepper hair. A little soft around the middle, but what 47 year old isn't? Naturally, I've been considering having sex with him. Two weeks ago, on Wednesday, he was eating lunch. I was at my desk and we were the only ones in the office. This is usually how we spend our lunch breaks. We don't work with many others and are almost always alone during lunch on the days he doesn't have a delivery route. But I stay at my desk about 15 feet away instead of moving over to the table with him. Anyway, we were talking again about sex. What else? I said, "Don't think I haven't thought about having sex with you." "I've thought about you, too, Missy." Totally blew me away. Did I hear him correctly? I hadn't considered that response from him. I thought it was one-sided on my part. He went on, "I'm glad you said that. I've been thinking it for a long time. I couldn't say anything before. I was worried about work. You know; harassment and stuff." "Harassment? Neither one of us is a supervisor over the other. I don't see that as an issue." In reality, I had looked it up in our handbook a few days before. I didn't want to say anything unless we could do something about it. I was hoping for sex at some point. Just then, someone came into the office. My office is a big open space about 20'X40' which has 3 desks, a lunch table, fax machine, copier and other office accoutrement. One of our service guys came in to make copies and use a computer. So Jason and I had to put our talk on hold. But that didn't mean I stopped thinking about it. I was thrilled that he felt the same. Would this go somewhere? I knew he was just as frustrated as me. Had been dealing with it for much, much longer. We never got any more time alone that day. But we exchanged many looks. Every time I went out in the warehouse, I caught him staring at me. The next morning we both got to work a little before 8 as usual. The other warehouse guy doesn't come in until 8:30 so we would have a half hour to ourselves. But we weren't alone long. One of the service guys came in so we couldn't talk. At lunch time, Jason came inside to eat. At first we just talked about normal stuff. Then almost as soon as we started to talk about sex, the other warehouse guy, Adam, came in. He asked Jason about when his girlfriend was leaving. It turns out that Jason's girlfriend was getting on a plane that very afternoon to go to visit family in Connecticut until Monday. This information made my heart do a little skip and a jump. He was going to be alone for the weekend? Holy shit! We might actually get a chance to have sex? When Adam went back to the warehouse, our driver came in. So we still couldn't talk. Later that afternoon, as Jason was getting ready to leave, he came inside and stood looking out the window. He started talking about basically nothing. I said, "Are we really going to pretend that we didn't say that stuff yesterday?" "Yes...I don't know," he says while shaking his head. He was worried. One more time, Adam came into the office. For no fucking reason at all except to interrupt us. Jason had to leave anyway, so he did. Friday morning we got to work a little before 8 again. I had it all planned out. I was going to bring it up no matter what. But I didn't have to. The minute Jason walked in he looked at me and said, "I can't trust you. You'll tell someone. I can't lose this job." "Me? I'll tell someone? Who would I tell?" "Your sister. You'd tell Sarah and people would find out." "No way. Why would I tell her? This is none of her business. I don't want her to know. I'm not looking for a relationship with you. I just want sex. I think we can help each other out." "I'm worried. I can't lose my job. My lady." "Jason, I'd never do anything to jeopardize any of that. As for the job, I looked it up before saying anything to you. There's no rule against it. Unless we do something inappropriate at work. But I don't want anyone to know." "I don't either. Believe me. Ten years ago I'd be all over that!" he says as he looks at me. Really? He's looking at MY body and making that statement? "I don't want anyone to know either. That's what makes you perfect. You're already in love with someone. I don't need anyone falling in love with me right now. I'm not ready for that. I'm not ready for a relationship. I don't need to get involved with someone. I just thought we could help each other out." "Yeah, I know. It would be good. I'm not..," Right then one of the service guys walked in. Damn, we can't ever get any time alone. I walked up front, clocked in and started working. Later, Jason came in for lunch. Of course it was one of those rare days where there are people in and out all day. Jason did bring up the fact that he would be alone all weekend. I told him that he was just teasing me and not to talk about being alone for the weekend if he wasn't going to invite me over. Then someone came in again. It was frustrating as hell. We had so much to talk about and couldn't. I wanted to tell him to call me, but I didn't get the chance. Later, as I was on the way home, I texted him a message saying that I forgot to tell him I would be off on Monday and to have a nice weekend. I wasn't sure I had his correct phone number. It had been a long time since I'd had a reason to call him for work. The weekend passed and I didn't hear from him. I went to my appointments and did my errands on Monday as planned. I went to work Tuesday morning as usual. He has a delivery route on Mondays and Tuesdays so I didn't see him until the afternoon. He told me he got my message and deleted my number. I told him that was fine. I wasn't trying to get him in trouble or anything. But that it wouldn't be weird for him to have my number. I have everyone else's number at work as well. I've also called almost everyone at one time or another over a work related issue. But I assured him that it was fine. He left for the day and I felt shortchanged yet again. Same thing on Wednesday. Again. We didn't get a chance to talk because someone was always around. I was taking another personal day on Thursday to spend most of it at the dentist with my kids. I sent him a text message that afternoon. This time I asked him to please call me after work on Thursday so we can talk. "Hey Missy." "Hey, Jason. Thanks for calling. Where are you?" "On the turnpike, on my way home." "Oh. I wanted to meet so we can talk." "You mean in person?" "Yeah. I just want to talk. In the parking lot of Walmart or something on your way home." "Well, if we're going to meet, we'd have to arrange that in advance. My lady..." "I know. Okay. It's alright I just had some stuff to say. We always get interrupted at work and we never get to say everything. I want you to know what I'm thinking. I'm not looking to screw up our lives or anything. We can't get fired over this unless we actually do something at work while we're on the clock. I don't want to mess up your life. I know you have a girlfriend. I'm happy about that. I don't want a relationship like that with you. I just thought we could help each other out. You know how much I miss sex. I know you miss it, too. That's all." "I know Missy. You're right. I do miss it. I'm just worried. I don't want to lose our friendship." "I don't want to lose our friendship, either. I think we can have both." "I don't know. I have been thinking about you." His voice lowers to a little above a whisper and he says, "I masturbated thinking about you last night." "You did? Really?" "Yes. Don't be so surprised. I like you and I want to be with you. You get me going sometimes." "Wow. I...are you sure we can't work this out?" "Maybe. You don't think it will be weird?" "What would be weird? I don't see why two people can't have sex and still look each other in the eye the next day." "Maybe. Maybe. We'll see. I'm almost home now, so I'll see you tomorrow. Okay?" "Yeah. I'll see you in the morning." After we hung up, I felt better. At least I said everything I wanted to say. I can't believe he masturbated thinking of me! Wow! It's hard to think that I could get someone going like that. I guess that's insecurity speaking. But it's also realistic. I know what I look like. Not everyone is going to find a BBW attractive or sexy. In fact, I'd say most don't. I guess it's a good thing that I don't need most. Friday morning went as usual. We'd start talking and someone would come in. We exchanged many glances and I, for one, stayed turned on all day. It was frustrating as hell. No contact whatsoever over the weekend. Monday and Tuesday came and went just like Friday. Talked a little. Looked a little. Stayed turned on. Every chance I had alone with him, I made sure to tell him I still wanted him. I wasn't going to leave any room for doubt. I'm not playing games. I don't have time for that shit. I'm having surgery in 4 weeks to fix some female type stuff. This will result in not only fixing the minor problem, but also will give me a whole new vagina. The doctor tightens everything up on his way out. Sounds fun, right? But it also means that I'll be physically unable to have sex for 6-8 weeks while I heal and even then it will be difficult because I'll be so tight. So I had a schedule to keep and I was determined to get some satisfaction before my surgery. On Wednesday morning we got to work, but this time we were alone for a while. He was apprehensive as usual. I point blank told him I want to have sex. That I didn't want to wait and that I wished we could work it out. At lunch that day he told me that his lady works on Sundays and he's alone at the house. That I could come over and we could get together. At first I just looked at him. Then said, "Really? Yeah. I want to. Definitely." "Okay then. I'll have to give you my address." I smiled. "Yeah. Give me your address and I'll come over Sunday morning." "Okay, I will." Then the phone rang and I answered it. When I hung up, I found him staring at me. Sitting at the table, not eating, deliberately staring at me. "Are you staring at me?" "Yeah." "Well quit it. That's weird. Hey, you know I don't look so hot under these clothes, right? My boobs look great in this bra, but in reality they hang down." "I don't care about that. I know you're not a teenager anymore. I'm worried about my gut." "What the hell are you talking about? You don't have a gut. You can't be more than 25 pounds overweight." He pinches his gut and shows me. It was pitiful as far as I was concerned. He has nothing more than love handles. "You're crazy." The next morning we were alone for a while. The other warehouse guy had to go on a delivery that would last for 4 hours. We both had work to do, but I went out to talk to him anyway. I was being insecure and wanted to point out my deficiencies again. "You know I don't look good naked, right?" "Don't worry about that. I'm not all that either. I'm only average." Boom! Right there I knew I had him. He just told me how big he is because he doesn't want me to be surprised later. Hot damn! "I don't care about that. Why do guys always think that's so important? I want you. It doesn't matter how big you are." "Don't worry about being naked. You can keep something on if you want. Just be comfortable." At that moment, the UPS guy came in the back warehouse door. So I went in the office to work again. When he came in for lunch later, we talked about other stuff this time. A rarity for us lately. But it seemed like it was about to happen. I knew I had already talked it to death and I didn't want to continue. Friday morning found us with company again. Neither of us said or did anything out of the ordinary. Pure, professional working relationship and conversation. But I felt something from him. Like he wasn't sure anymore. When we were far enough away so the other guys couldn't hear, I said, "You know you haven't given me your address yet." "Oh, that's right, I haven't." "Just because I'm good at pretending everything is normal while we're working doesn't mean that I don't still want to fuck you. I very much want your address." I said all this while looking him straight in the eye. "Good. I want you, too. I know we have to be careful." Then I went inside to the office. We had been talking while walking towards the front. I went in and he stayed in the warehouse. At lunch, he gave me his address first thing, before we had a chance to get interrupted. We talked about the logistics of it. He wanted me to park in the garage. And he wanted to call me at 4:30 to let me know his "lady" was gone and it was ok to come over. Yes, 4:30am. Very, very early. But worth it, I hope. I have teenage children and don't have to worry about leaving them alone. With any luck, I'd be back before they even got up at noon. Plus, Jason really wanted me to come over while it was still dark. I guess so it could feel like it was nighttime instead of morning? I don't know. But losing a little sleep wasn't a big deal. I could always take a nap in the afternoon. I'm glad we got the details worked out quickly. Because a little after lunch, our boss showed up. She normally works in Tampa at the main office, but lives in Orlando. She was only there because her husband had an MRI scheduled that afternoon and needed her to take him. It ended up being cancelled at the last minute, but she was already on her way, so she just came to the office to finish out the day here. This meant Jason and I would not be able to talk again for sure. And we didn't. He left at his usual time and we didn't talk again until he called Sunday morning to wake me up. I was excited although a little hesitant. The plans were made, but I wasn't sure I could follow through. I wanted to have sex. To be with someone; to get that closeness and maybe a little happiness. I had plans all day Saturday that kept me busy. I went to bed that night worried that he wouldn't call in the morning. Also worried that he would call in the morning. I tossed and turned all night and barely got any sleep. At 4:30 am sharp, my phone rang and I answered. "Hey Missy. Good morning. Are you up?" "I am now. I'll get ready and leave in about 20 minutes." After ending the call I got ready and left. Jason lives about 45 minutes from me, so I had a bit of a drive. I called when I was close and he had me pull into his garage. He showed me around his house and asked me if I wanted to see a picture of his girlfriend. I didn't. Then we went in the bedroom. He was only wearing boxers and a t-shirt, but I was fully clothed. As soon as I had my shoes off, he kissed me. At first it was just a peck on the lips. But almost immediately he came at me with his tongue. It was like he was trying to get his whole tongue in my mouth. Not exactly my type of kissing. But I went with it. After undressing, we got in bed. He was on top of me, kissing me and started playing with my tit. His hand quickly moved down to my pussy. I reached for him as well and found him quite hard. He asked me to blow him. As he turned on his back, I got a look at him. He's not as small as he thinks he is, probably a good 6 inches. I stroked him for a minute, stalling I guess until he rubbed my shoulder and asked if I was okay. When I finally leaned down to take him in my mouth, I found him very hard. I like the way a cock feels in my mouth. The head is soft and the shaft is hard with the skin on top moving easily. I closed my mouth around it and pulled my lips back up to the head. When I reached the top, I swirled my tongue around the head and went back down again farther this time. I repeated this only once more before he told me he wanted to eat me. It was so quick. I hadn't even gotten him all the way in my mouth yet.