4 comments/ 32109 views/ 32 favorites I'm not Done with You By: vegasokie03 This story is purely fictional and centers around an older man and younger woman that cannot keep their hands off of each other, even though he's her boss. The boss/subordinate scenario is one of my favorite fantasies and I hope that others think so too after this story ;) Anything not factual about working at a university and being a teacher in this story is purely my fault and I take full blame for any errors. All characters are over 18. Enjoy and I welcome all feedback! ***** I listen to each ring on the other end of the phone as I sit in my car impatiently tapping on the steering wheel. I'm about to hang up when I hear a hurried, "Hello?" I want to tease my mom but I'm so excited I can't help myself and yell, "I got the job!!" She screams so loud I have to hold the phone away from my ear. "Baby girl, I'm so proud of you!" she tearfully gushes. Tears sting my own eyes at how far I've come with her help. She had worked two jobs most of my life, often going without when times were tough, but her faith in me had never wavered. I had kept up my grades in school, earning a full-ride scholarship to state university while working odd jobs here and there to help her with the bills. I had always wanted to be a teacher so I had double majored in math and teaching. I had earned my doctorate two months ago and now, after 12 applications to various colleges around the country and countless interviews, I had my dream job in my hometown as a math professor at an Ivy League college at the age of 28. "Mom, I..." Sobs wrack my body as the emotions and stress finally take over. "Honey, calm down. Where are you?" "In...my...car," I get out between sobs. "Why don't you come over and we'll open a bottle of wine to celebrate. Unless you have plans with Charlie, that is." I smile through my tears at the faint tone of disapproval when she says Charlie's name. She had never liked my boyfriend of three years and she had no idea that we had broken up two weeks ago. He'd been about ten years my senior; our biggest problem being that he had wanted me to settle down and become a wife and mother when I wanted to pursue my own career. My tears are slowing as I get ahold of myself. Looking around I don't see anybody and I'm relieved that nobody saw me make a fool of myself in the parking lot. I blindly search for a packet of Kleenex in my purse, wiping the mascara from under my eyes and blowing my nose loudly into the phone. "No, no plans. Do you need me to bring anything?" I'm still sniffling but the tears have stopped for now. "How about a key lime pie from Carla's?" It was our favorite dessert and Carla's Bakery had the best in town. "Sure. Be there in 30." // The last two months had been a blur. I'd moved into my office, attended numerous faculty meetings, and had worked hard to get a syllabus and lesson plan put together in time for the arrival of fall semester. The first three weeks of class had come and gone and I was finally settling into a routine. My students were so much more mature than I'd been when I was their age and I found myself pleasantly surprised at how quickly they caught on. Of course, I had students who were already struggling and I just hoped that they came to my office hours before they got too far behind or failed. Skimming through a memo that the department secretary had handed me as I'd walked in, I see that I'm required to attend a meeting tomorrow afternoon with the new dean of the math and physical sciences departments. The school had been in between deans when I'd been hired so I guess this was a meet and greet of sorts and a way for him to convey what he expected from us and to tell us what to expect from him. A quick glance at my watch and I hurry to unlock my office to prepare myself for office hours. I really hoped that Evan or Sarah was going to show up. They had bombed the pop quiz I'd handed out last week. With the first test in two weeks I was worried they'd struggle throughout the rest of the course. "Dr. McEntire?" "Hi, Tom. Come on in. How's it going?" "Good," he nonchalantly says as he settles into the chair on the other side of my desk. Pleasantries aside, I lean on my forearms and get to the heart of the visit, "What can I help you with?" Minutes tick by while I wait for him to ask me for help. Personally I think that he's cocky and full of himself but who am I to say anything? As a teacher I'm required to treat each of my students the same but this 18-year old kid had gotten on my nerves on the first day of class. I'd given out questionnaires to all of my students to get to know them better and in return had them turn in sheets of paper with questions for me. I had scanned the questions and answered each one until I'd come across his asking for my number. Once I'd started putting faces to names and figured out who the culprit was, I'd tried to keep a professional distance between us. Now, here he was. Realizing he's not getting any more encouragement from me, he continues, "So...I need help." I want to roll my eyes when he runs a hand through his blonde curls, giving his head a quick shake to settle his hair back into place. I'm guessing mommy and daddy have given him everything so he's used to getting what he wants and has probably never been turned down by any girl. He's not a bad looking kid but that's what he is to me...a kid and no amount of flirting on his part will ever change the way I feel about him. "Okay, well I don't get how to break down a derivative." "I know you were in class when I handed out the derivative rules and how to break the problems down. Did you not understand it?" "That's the thing. You said that you don't care about the answer, but we have to show all of our work or it's wrong. I can get the right answer but the steps between are what get me. Can't you just give me a break? You can see that I know what I'm doing." Instantly I know that he's asking for an easy A and is willing to become one of those students that "will do anything" to get it. "I'm not going to give you a break. The answers are in the back of the book so there is no way of proving whether you know how to work the problems without showing me the work." "But Dr. McEntire, I'll do anything and I won't say a word. Please?" Clenching my jaw in frustration I stand up and catch movement out of the corner of my eye in the hallway. I always leave my office door open when students are with me for instances just like this one. "Tom, either do the work or switch classes because I won't tolerate this behavior. Nothing in life is easy and you have a lot to learn." Now the mystery person is leaning against my doorway with his arms crossed but Tom is still clueless. I've never seen the man before but I hope that he doesn't think that I can't handle the situation. The boy's eyes rake me up and down, his tongue reaching out to lick his lips in approval. "Come on, let's have a little fun. You're hot, I'm hot...what's the harm? It's a win-win situation, Doc." "The answer is no and I think you need to leave." "Come on! If you don't help me I'll just say that you came onto me. My dad donates a lot of money here and he'll make sure to get you fired." His lips are curled up into a sneer and then the man in the doorway speaks, moving into the room and making Tom jump in surprise. "The lady said no and I heard everything that was said so don't even think that you're going to get away with anything. I need you to come with me, son." I have to bite my cheek to keep from laughing at Tom's expression. He went from smug, to surprised, to scared in one minute flat and, while I had the situation under control, I'm thankful for the man's help and even more so to have the boy out of my class. I had a gut feeling that he was going to be all kinds of problems and I just didn't need that right now. "But, but...I..." "Let's go." "Why should I go with you? Who are you anyway?" "My name is Dr. Floyd Strait and I'm the Dean for the math and science departments." I'm barely able to suppress a gasp of surprise and recognition but Tom's expression is priceless. His face quickly drains of all color as he silently stands with his back pack and turns to leave. Dr. Strait turns to me then, holding out his hand, "Guess we're meeting under less than ideal circumstances. Will I see you at the meeting tomorrow?" Taking his much larger hand, I give it a quick squeeze, "I'm Dr. Lynn McEntire and I look forward to it." // It's not until I look at the clock and see that it's already after four do I realize that the day has slipped away from me and I'm going to be late for my meeting! 'Way to make an impression Lynn' I think as I rush to my office to drop off my bag and gather up my coffee cup and leather portfolio. Muttering under my breath I lock my office back up and rush to the breakroom to grab a cup of coffee to wake myself up. I want to make a good impression on Floyd...well, okay. A better one than what he had walked in on in my office yesterday so I duck into the bathroom to make sure I don't have lipstick on my teeth and to freshen up some. I've never been fond of business suits so I'd taken to wearing jeans and t-shirts while I was teaching but on more than one occasion I'd been mistaken for a student. I'd wanted to make a good impression today so I had put on a black pencil skirt and heels with a fitted white blouse, knowing it made me look older and more "professional". Why am I so worried about what he thinks of me anyway? My blue eyes stare back at my reflection as I ponder this question. I had pulled my black hair into a loose French braid this morning but a couple of curls are trying to break loose so I reach to tuck them back in. Noticing that my shirt is coming untucked in the back, I smooth it out and regard my figure carefully in the mirror. I'm not model material but my ex had never minded. He had always said that men loved women with some meat on their bones and that I looked healthy. Grabbing my things, I wonder what in the hell do men know anyway. // "Hey, Mom. These potatoes are to die for. What did you do different?" I ask, laughing when she tries to snap me with her towel for dipping my fingers into the bowl of mashed potatoes. "Missed! Hey, does Mike know your practicing with that?" Dodging away I grab her wine glass and steal a sip as I sit down across the counter from her. "Thief!" she says with exasperation. "I'm the official taste-tester. Gotta make sure it's safe for you, Mama." I finish off her wine with a wink and reach to pour her some more. "I..." I pause to pop an olive into my mouth from the tray next to me before holding up my hand like I'm taking an oath, "...pledge to always make sure that all food and drink is safe...OW!" "You're such a dork," Mom says with a smile, watching me rub my arm. "Oh, that didn't hurt. It was just an olive you big baby." "Yeah well, it could have." I bust out laughing when she sticks her tongue out at me. "So, how'd your meeting go today?" "I think that Floyd will work out great. He actually got Pam to shut up for once and Steve to stop interrupting all the time. All in all, it was good. Got a lot accomplished and he even took care of that student of mine that hit on me." The smell of Chanel #5 drifts past me as my mother sits down next to me at the counter. "Yeah, what ever happened to him anyway? Did he get kicked out of school?" "No, but he was kicked out of my class. Because it was past the drop date, he has to wait until next fall to take Calc one again." Classes build on each other and if you missed the fall part you had to wait another year before you could take it again. I watch my mom tug her wine glass from my fingers so she can enjoy it before I drink it all. "I heard that his parents made him get a job since he went down to part-time status and pulled his allowance." I reach for my own wineglass and take a sip. It wasn't as good as Mom's Zinfandel but the Merlot was rich and would go great with the roast she was making. "What's Floyd like? Tall, married, fit, full head of hair..." "Mother! Don't even think it. We work together." She holds her hands up in front of her in surrender but I know what she's up to. Quickly changing the subject I ask her about her new boyfriend, Mike. They'd been dating about six months now and she seemed to really like him. It was good for her to get out and date again. She'd been single since my dad had left when I was six and she deserved to be happy. Listening to her launch into the details about their last date, I let my mind drift to Floyd. He wasn't really my "type" but he was handsome in a Tom Selleck sort of way, minus the mustache. He had a faint English accent that was oddly sexy when combine with his gravelly voice. At 5'6", I'm no dainty flower but he had to be at least 6'2" and it was obvious he took care of his body. I didn't think that he was a body builder but I didn't see a belly on him and that said a lot when a man reached middle-age. I pause in my reflections to check in with my mom's story, making sure that I wasn't supposed to say anything before thinking back to this afternoon. Floyd had a scholarly air about him but he was actually very personable and funny which contrasted a bit with that image. We had gone around the table and introduced ourselves and when he'd gotten to me, I swear he'd maintained eye contact with me the whole time but with the others he'd glanced away periodically to take notes. I had even seen his eyes briefly drift down to my breasts before coming back up. I don't think that I had imagined it but who knows. Why would he be interested in me? It was clear that Pam was interested in the way she'd sat googly-eyed at him or the way Amanda had kept flipping her hair back and sticking her ample chest out whenever he glanced her way. Word had spread quickly that he was single and the vultures were already circling. "Hello? Earth to Lynn. Anybody there?" Crap! I hadn't been paying attention and she'd finally noticed. I glance sheepishly over my glass at her. "Sorry, Mom. I was thinking about work." Not entirely a lie. Maybe she'll buy it? "No you weren't. You were thinking about your new boss. I know you, baby girl. He must be something for you to act this way." She arches an eyebrow and gives me a look that only mothers know how to give. // "Crap! I'm so sorry!" I hadn't been paying attention as I'd walked into the break room and had walked right into Floyd as he'd turned around with a hot cup of coffee. I had managed to spill it all over his white dress shirt and it was quickly spreading, not to mention probably burning him. "Here, let me get that." I move to grab some paper towels and wet them down with cold water before turning back to him. His stomach sucks in slightly when I touch him with the towels from either my touch or the cold towels, I'm not quite sure at this point. I can feel my cheeks burning and hope that they aren't noticeable. "You don't have to do that. It was an accident. It's certainly not the first time I've had coffee spilled on me and I'm sure it won't be the last." Feeling guilty I keep dabbing long after I should, only realizing that he's not saying anything else until a door slamming down the hall makes us both jump in surprise. "Um, I should go..." "Thanks for your help." We both talk at once then fall back into silence. Realizing I'm still touching his stomach I yank my hands away and back up until I think that there's enough space between us. At that moment another professor walks in and I take the distraction to back out of the room, apologizing again before disappearing around the corner and into my office. Over the next several weeks, we cross paths several times, either in the breakroom or in meetings, and each time I can literally feel the sexual tension build between us. On one occasion he had held my gaze longer than normal when we had finished talking; his eyes slowly roaming down my body before coming back to linger on my lips with a lusty look in his eyes. I had returned to my office flustered and unsure about what to do. I knew that I wasn't imagining the chemistry that was building between us but I just didn't think that anything would really come of it besides some intense flirting. I was pretty sure that he was as attracted to me as I was to him and, one day towards the end of the semester, I decide that I'm going to see how far he's willing to go. I know from experience that the week prior to finals is one of the most stressful times for a college student as they cram for finals. Lord knows I'd pounded my fair share of Red Bulls and espressos to stay awake, not really sleeping or eating until that last test or project was done and turned in. What I didn't know was how boring this time of the semester was for the professors. Well, I shouldn't say boring because my office hours were crammed with students needing last minute advice and help. Knowing how frantic they would get I started staying late so they could pop into my office for help. Reaching for my empty coffee cup, I watch as the last student of the day gets up to leave. Thinking that I might as well get a head start on next semester's curriculum and syllabus I get up to grab yet another cup of joe. I had finally bought a coffee pot for my office, mostly for me, but sometimes my students would grab a cup if they were here for a while. I didn't mind because I'd rather they stay in my office and get the help they needed rather than sit in a coffee shop or their dorm rooms, struggling through a complicated concept or problem. "I see I'm not the only one working late." I'm so caught up in my head that I fail to hear anything until a male voice behind me causes me to gasp and jump, making me spill my coffee in surprise. It mostly spills over the side, but a little gets on my hand and burns my fingers. "Crap!" I shriek while shaking my hand in the air to cool it down. "Are you okay?" Floyd asks with concern, taking my hand to examine my red fingers. It's the first time we've touched since I had tried to clean him up when I had made him spill his coffee. I'm not gonna lie...his touch definitely does something to me. "Do you want some ice or cold water to dip your fingers in?" "Um, no. I think I'm good. Like you said, this isn't the first time and it won't be the last. What are you doing here so late?" Glancing at the clock on the wall I notice it's after nine. Maybe the better question would be why am I here so late? "I was going over numbers and answering emails. You sure you're okay?" "Yeah, I'm good." Running out of things to say, we just stand there in silence and stare at each other. I'm not sure what to say but my head is racing with thoughts and I'm just about to spit out a stupid question when he makes a step towards me. Belatedly, I realize that he's still holding onto my fingers when he brings them up to his lips and slowly kisses each one. 'What is he doing?!' I think as my eyes widen in surprise. Realizing that I still have my cup in my hand, I blindly search for a surface to put it on so I don't have to break eye contact. As if he senses where my thoughts are headed he takes the cup from me and sets it on the table beside him. Not wanting to waste this moment I decide to just go for it and to hell with the consequences. Stepping closer I can see a muscle in his jaw move and something flash in his brown eyes as he waits to see what my next move will be. Running my hands up his arms to his shoulders, I circle my arms around his neck so I can pull him down to me. This close I can see the lines around his eyes and the liberal amount of silver in his neatly combed salt and pepper hair. His hands settle on my hips as our lips touch for the first time. Excitedly pressing my lips harder onto his I close my eyes and breathe in whatever cologne he's wearing. It's slightly spicy and exotic. I can't place it but quickly don't care when he starts to deepen the kiss. I'm not Done with You I feel his arms slip around my waist and up my back to press me to him. His tongue runs across my bottom lip and I feel myself start to get wet. I've never in my life gotten this wet this fast with any man. Even for Charlie. Slipping my tongue out, I match his movements and hear him groan. His tongue darts out to touch mine and before I realize it, he's slipped it into my mouth and is twirling it around mine. Making a noise in my throat I slide my tongue around his and deepen our kiss. Slipping a knee between my jean-covered legs, I know he can feel the heat pumping out from my pussy because I can feel his erection pressing into my belly. Somehow he's moved us around and he's slipping his hands under my ass so he can lift me up onto my desk. Stepping between my spread legs he moves to kiss me again, this time slipping a hand under the back of my sweater and the other against my ass to hold me to him. We both groan when he starts to gently rock his pelvis against mine. Reaching up to undo his shirt, I groan in frustration when I feel the knot of his tie under my fingers. I want to feel his skin on mine but the damn thing is a nuisance and I move to his belt buckle instead. Now this I can handle as I make quick work of the belt and fly so I can slip a hand inside to feel him through his underwear. My clit is not happy about being ignored and pulses between my legs with need but my fingers are ecstatic. He's just slightly above average from the feel and I can make out a damp spot where his cock has started leaking precum. He's sucking on my ear and neck now as he holds me to him. His hand has stopped moving under my sweater as he concentrates on what my hand is doing to him; he's placed the other behind me on the desk to brace himself as he leans into me. I'm just about to reach inside and pull his cock out when the ringing of my cell phone makes us both jump in surprise. Groaning in frustration I bite my lip and look up at him apologetically. Reaching behind me I find the cock block and see that it's Mom. "I'm sorry. I have to take this. It's my mom. She might need something." "No need to apologize," he says with a slight smile as he backs away. Instantly I miss his warmth as I press the button to accept her call. "Hi, Mom. What's up?" "I've been texting you all night. Are you okay?" I roll my eyes at Floyd and grin when he coughs to cover up a laugh. "What was that? Is somebody there with you?" "Relax Mom. I'm fine. I've been here with students until almost nine and then had a quick meeting with a colleague about some sensitive matters. I never heard the texts." I bite my lip to keep from laughing and wink at Floyd who is working hard to contain himself, literally and figuratively. "Well, okay then." "What did you need? Are you okay?" Honestly I'm not that worried that there's something wrong because she has always worried about me and panics when I don't respond back right away. "I'm fine, baby girl. I just wondered if you were home and wanted to watch a movie or something. I got off work early and was bored and thought you might need a break from school." I want to scream as I watch Floyd buckle his belt and lean against the doorway. I had been so close to getting what I wanted and now I didn't know when I'd get to be with him again. "I'm sorry. I should have told you I was working late. I should be back to my regular schedule after next week when finals are over." "Okay, well...sorry to bother you. Night, baby. I love you." "Love you too, Mom. Good night. Talk to you tomorrow." Turning to Floyd I know my face is beet red in embarrassment. "I am so sorry about that but if I didn't answer she'd be sending the police out to look for me." Gently smiling at me he says, "There is no need to apologize. I completely understand. I panic when my son doesn't call every week." Shrugging at this latest bit of information he's given me he continues, "It's a parent's right to worry." "You have a son?" I ask in surprise. I knew he was divorced but I had just assumed that he didn't have any kids. "Yeah. He's 25 and just passed the bar. Gonna be a lawyer, imagine that!" I can hear the pride in his voice as he talks. "You must be so proud." Grinning sheepishly at me he continues, "Oh, I am. He's smart like his mom." "Well, from where I stand, you're pretty smart too. You do have a doctorate in physics." I know there's an air of awe in my voice but people with science degrees tended to do that to me. Waving his hand as if it's nothing he says, "Yeah, but you have two degrees and a doctorate in math. I think you're one above me. By the way, why did you choose math and not science? You'd have made a hell of a scientist." Moving to gather my things I sigh and think before answering. "Believe it or not, I was going to be a Hydrogeologist." I pause and wait for the obvious next question that always follows when I reveal this. "Well? Why didn't you?" I gather my keys and move to shut the coffee pot off and the lights as I prepare to leave for the night. Glancing at my desk as I shut the door, my cheeks get hot at what almost happened tonight. 'Dammit Mom! Great timing as always,' I think as I turn the lock. "Don't laugh." "Why would I laugh?" "I couldn't pass Chemistry." "I'm sorry. What?" His voice is incredulous as we stand in the hall staring at each other. "I tried twice. Couldn't do it. To be honest, I hated lab sessions and while I was fine working on problems, I hated doing the experiments and having to go to a million lab classes just to get my degree so I switched to math." "You are truly something else," he says with a laugh. Continuing down the hallway, I know we have to address what happened earlier before it gets awkward between us. "Listen, Floyd; about earlier..." He holds one hand up to stop me before I can go any further. "Lynn, I don't regret a thing. I think that this has been building for months between us and something had to give. I think you are beautiful and incredibly sexy and I've wanted to do that to you since I first met you. It was probably a good thing that your mom called or we might have gone farther than we had intended to. I'd hate for our first time to have been on your office desk." Hearing his last sentence, I realize that he wants to pursue whatever this is that we're doing! I want to jump up and down with happiness but bite my lip instead. "I was actually going to invite you earlier, before you took advantage of me," he pauses and winks before continuing, "but I'm having a Christmas party for the staff at my house in two weeks. You're welcome to bring your mom too since the others are bringing their significant others." "Really?! Thanks!" "My pleasure. I'll send you an email with all the details." He waits with me at the elevators but surprises me with a deep kiss just before the doors open. "To remember me by," he says with a wink as he turns to walk away. // Gathering my coat tighter to my body, I try to keep the cold air and snow out and the warmth in. I can hear the doorbell chiming through Floyd's house as we stand outside and again I complain about the dress that my dear mother had picked out for me to wear to the party. Turns out it was a formal party and when I'd told my mom this she'd taken it upon herself to pick out the sexiest dress she could find for me. I had to admit that my mom had done a good job. The sapphire blue dress set off my blue eyes and hugged all of my curves as it fell softly to the floor around me. I had never felt as sexy in my life as I did then and my evil mother knew it. She had managed to get out of me the details of that night in my office and was hell bound in getting us together again. She had arranged for Mike to pick her up so they could follow me to the house; her excuse being that she might want to leave earlier than me and wouldn't want to interrupt me to take her home if I was having a good time. I knew what the minx was up to though. I'm just about to ring the bell again when the silhouette of a man appears in the frosted glass of the front door and the knob turns. Floyd's eyes take me in with approval before moving to greet my mother. "Merry Christmas! Come in, come in! Glad you guys could make it." I can hear Christmas music softly playing in the background mingled with loud voices as I step inside his home. It's not a mansion but it's very large and very beautiful. As if my mother can sense that I'm getting distracted by his house, she places a hand on my arm and gives it a squeeze before moving away. "Floyd, this is my mom, Anabelle. Mom, this is Floyd." I shoot her a warning look as I move to unbutton my coat. He moves to take shake her hand and takes her jacket from Mike. To his credit, his eyes stay on her face and not on her breasts. My mom is still beautiful and youthful looking at 48 and has the body of a twenty year old. It was a good thing that Mike was so easy going and not the jealous type or they never would have lasted. He treated her like a queen and in return she gave him her love. "And this is my mom's boyfriend, Mike." I roll my eyes as my mom winks at me behind Mike's back and mouths "He's cute!" as the men shake hands. Working the last couple of buttons I'm finally free but jump in surprise when I feel hands on my bare shoulders as it's taken off of me. Looking over my shoulder I stare into Floyd's eyes as he steps up behind me to help me. Without a word I slip my arms through the sleeves and turn to see where my mother went. I catch a glimpse of her red dress as she rounds the corner and moves towards the party. Not being bashful, I'm sure she'll be fine. I'm not ready to meet Floyd's eyes yet...Who am I kidding? I'm afraid he won't like what he sees... so I admire him in his black tux; moving my eyes slowly up his body until I'm forced to see what's written on his handsome face. His eyes have darkened with lust and a part of me knows that I should expect the unexpected tonight. Running his eyes down my bare shoulders and to the swell of my breasts, he looks around before copying what his eyes had just done with his finger. Stepping closer so only I can hear him he softly says, "As good as you look in that dress, I bet you're even better looking out of it." The ringing of the doorbell saves me from saying anything in return but I can't even think, let alone speak. Moving slowly towards the party I feel his eyes on my bare back as I walk away. For the next hour or two I mingle and talk, meeting up with my mom every so often. I'm glad that I brought her because it's clear she's having a ball. She's quickly becoming the life of the party with her quick wit and humor so I break off to admire some of the art work gracing the walls. I've never really understood art but I do admire those that can take the time to put out such amazing pieces. Sipping on a glass of wine as I slowly move around, I glance around every so often to seek out Floyd. More than once I'd found him staring at me as he talked to some other dean or professor and the looks were enough to make me wish we were alone. Hearing footsteps, I turn to find Floyd standing behind me in the hallway. "My grandmother painted that." Looking back at the painting I have to admit that it was beautiful. The sunset was vibrant with colors and the mountains came alive with blues and greens. "It's beautiful. She's very talented." The touch of his fingers on my arm sends goosebumps dancing across my skin as I work to follow what he's saying. "She was. My mother was too but my sister has most of her paintings. I do have one in my office I'd like to show you." I know that my hand is clammy with nerves as I take his and let him guide me down the hall to a closed door. Glancing behind us to make sure nobody is watching, we slip through the door; the soft click of the latch follows us as he moves to switch on a desk lamp. He's guiding me towards his desk but stands behind me again as he wraps an arm around my waist, leaning against my back with his chest, as he points towards a small portrait on the wall across from us. "I did that years ago." "You can paint?" I ask in wonder. It's a female form staring across the water at something. While very well done it is equally haunting at its simplicity and depth. "It's beautiful, Floyd." "As are you, my dear. Fuck, you've been turning me on all night." I inhale sharply at his words but I'm not offended. I think I've been waiting for this moment all night. His fingers trace the curve of each breast as he moves to press a wet kiss to my neck. Tilting my head to the side, I close my eyes and concentrate on his cock pressing into my ass and the warmth of his breath on my skin. Setting my wine glass down I move my hand behind me to press him tighter to me. "I want to fuck you right here on my desk and finish what we started in your office." I think that I need this as much as he does. Every night since then I'd used my dildo to bring me some much needed relief but every woman knows that a man's cock is the only thing that can truly bring any satisfaction. A rubber toy is no match for a man's warm, hard cock pumping in and out of her pussy. "Then fuck me," I whisper. His lips still for a second on my skin and I can only guess what he's thinking and feeling. For once my thoughts are still while I wait for him to make a decision. I don't have to wait long when I feel him reach between us to free his cock. I move to help him but he turns me back around and bends me over his desk. Bracing myself on my hands, I look back over my shoulder to watch him undo his jacket and belt, slipping his button free and hearing the zipper rasp down. I can't see much of his cock but I remember what it felt like in my hand and feel my pussy get hot and wet. I can smell that same cologne from before wafting around him as he moves behind me to free himself. His hands make quick work of my dress, running over my bare legs as he pulls my skirt up over my hips so he can get access to my pussy. Knowing I'll do nothing but cost time, I simply stay in my bent over position and bite my lip to keep from moaning loudly. His fingers have found my vagina and quickly move my thong aside so he can push himself inside of me. He's not gentle, but I'm wet enough to take it all in at once. "Oh my God, Floyd!" I can't believe how good his cock feels inside of my pussy. He hasn't done anything but push himself inside, his arm going around my chest to hold me still and the other moving to rest on my hip. Whispering so we can't be heard by anyone, I plead for him to move his cock in me. I need to feel him thrusting in and out but he's taking too long and I'm quickly getting impatient. "What do you want?" He asks. I hear him gasp when I clench my vaginal muscles around him but he still doesn't move. "I want you to fuck me. Please, Floyd. Fuck...ME!" I barely have time to get the last word out and it comes out higher than I'd intended to when he pulls almost all the way out and thrusts back in so hard my hips hit the desk. I'm sure I'll be bruised by the time we're done but all I care about now is the way his cock stretches my pussy out and the feel of his balls swinging and slapping my thighs with each thrust. I grab hold of his arm and hold on as he repeatedly thrusts into me; his fingers digging into my hip, bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm. "That's it baby, cum for me. I want to feel your tight pussy cum all over my cock." His words send a shiver through me and I close my eyes, concentrating on his thrusts. I'm on fire and have to work hard not to scream out my pleasure. Feeling my orgasm break, I warn him that I'm about to cum and his thrusts deepen. I place my hands back on the desk as I buck back against him. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop..." I wail under my breath as I move to hold my dress up for him. "Right there. Shit, yes. Right there." It takes all of my willpower not to scream as a powerful orgasm rips through me. I can't breathe but my heart is pounding out of my chest as I feel him thrust harder, repeatedly banging my hips into his desk. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" I hiss through clenched teeth. Bucking against him one more time, I hang my head and spread my legs a little wider, tilting my hips up to allow him deeper access to my pussy. "Fuck...that was the sexiest thing I've ever seen." He growls into my ear, " I'm gonna cum, baby. I'm gonna cum inside that pretty little pussy of yours." His words are so low that I can barely make them out but his quickening thrusts signal that he's getting close as he pounds my pussy mercilessly. Pulling me tight against him, I can feel his cock jump as he fills me full of his semen. His heart is pounding against my back as he works to recover. Minutes tick by as he slowly softens and pulls out. Feeling naughty I slide my fingers into the waist of my thong and work to slide it down my legs, carefully balancing on my heels as I step out of them. Letting my dress settle back around me I slowly turn to face him and look him in the eye as I reach to stuff my thong into his pocket. His face is priceless but I just smile as sexily as I can before turning away to fix my dress. His hand grabs my arm before I can walk away so I turn to face him, "This isn't over." // Two weeks later, here I stand at his front door once again waiting for him to answer the doorbell. The holidays and New Year had come and gone and all that was left was the cold and snow that said that Old Man Winter was just beginning. I had always hated this time of year. The endless months of slush soaking the bottom of my pants, the bitter cold air stinging my lungs, snow covering everything that was once green and lush...not for the first time, I wonder why I chose to stay out east when I had a chance to work in California. Floyd's call had come as a surprise. I had thought that he was off skiing somewhere with his son but yesterday he had caught me still in my pajamas at two in the afternoon. I was catching up on some shows I had recorded while I skimmed through some journals and magazines that had stacked up over the last couple of months. His dinner invitation was a nice touch but I knew where the night would head as well as he did. The sexual tension was so thick the night of his party that I was positive that my mother felt it as we prepared to leave for the night. Turns out we had left at the same time so there had been no need for us to take separate vehicles as she had claimed. As Floyd helped me into my coat, I felt my face go hot as I thought back to what we had done in his office. I could feel his cum slowly dripping out of me all night and I had been positive that we both had reeked of sex but nobody had seemed to suspect a thing. Turning to see that my mom was watching, I had stood up slightly on my tip-toes and had kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Merry Christmas, Floyd." Hearing a car go by I turn to look as I curl my coat tighter against me to ward off the icy wind blowing around me. I was wearing silk stockings and heels but nothing else this time around. Never had I been this bold as to walk out of my house basically naked but I had done it, and now I wondered what he'd think of me. It was clear as day I wasn't some blushing virgin but I generally had always been the submissive partner and had gone along with whatever was happening. Now, I'm playing the role of vixen and I'm finding it to be oddly stimulating. Finally, I hear the latch of the door and feel a rush of warm air from the house swirl around my ankles and kiss my cheeks as he opens the door. I have never seen him in anything but suits so it takes me a minute to compose myself when I see him in jeans and a sweater with the sleeves bunched up around his elbows. I'm not Done with You "You look good," I say, stepping around him as I walk into the entryway of his home. He doesn't respond as he closes and locks the door but my curiosity is stopped in its tracks when he roughly grabs me to him and kisses me. I can't do anything but hold on to keep from falling as he passionately kisses me, tongue and all. 'God, this man can kiss,' I think as my pussy starts to moisten. Pulling back, he finally says hi before flashing me the cutest dimples I've ever seen on a man. "Can I take your coat?" he asks and it's then that I get butterflies in my stomach. Oh God, what did I do? Why didn't I just wear a skimpy dress or even lingerie underneath the damn thing? With trembling fingers I start to turn away as I reach for the first button and work it through the hole. Taking a deep, shaky breathe I work the second one but Floyd quickly stops me before I can go any further. "Hey, what's wrong? We don't have to do anything you know?" His voice is concerned as he takes in my flustered state but I realize he thinks it's because I don't want to continue what we started at his party. "No, no; it's not that. I...well, um..." Ok Lynn, get on with it before he thinks you're a moron. "Here, let me show you and then I think you'll understand." Moving quicker now, I undo my coat and slowly peel it open to show him that I'm naked underneath, flaws and all. I'm watching him carefully as he swallows hard and blows out a deep breath of air. My nipples are rock hard from the cold and I'm starting to shake. "Damn, that is one hell of a sexy surprise," he says in a low voice before pulling me to him. I jump when his warm hands touch my bare back but this time I'm the one who kisses him and by the time we're done, we're both breathing heavily. Turning me away from him he works my coat off of my arms, turning to the hall closet to put it away. Who knew that standing naked in an entryway could be so...well, embarrassing? I wrap my arms around my waist while I wait for his next move. Turning back to me he lets a long, low whistle out before moving towards me. Taking my hand he leads me to the stairs and pulls me after him to his bedroom, not stopping until we're standing next to his king-size bed. I don't have time to take in the décor before he's on me again, our tongues sliding over each other's as I work to pull his sweater up over his head. Pausing long enough to toss it aside, he tilts my head back to lightly suck and kiss my neck, finding a spot under my ear that causes me to groan low in my throat. Reaching between us, I feel how hard he is through his jeans but he quickly takes my hands away before I can start to undo the fly and puts them on his chest. I have no problem running my hands through his chest hair, feeling the crisp hairs under my fingers and his hard nipples under my nails as I scrape them across, drawing a low hiss from his lips. "Get on the bed," he says in a low voice. I'm so turned on that I can barely think but I quickly sit back and scoot myself up far enough so he has enough room to get up there with me. I reach to tug my heels off but he stops me before I can get that far with a low, "Let me". Propping myself up on my elbows I watch him slowly work each heel and stocking off, pausing to bite and suck on random areas as he goes. Kissing his way up my inner thigh, he pauses to breath in my scent as he sees my pussy for the first time. As he works his way up closer to my vagina, I spread my legs wider and silently watch him take in my freshly shaved lips and protruding clit. I wonder what he's thinking as he just stares at me, every so often reaching over to plant a kiss or two on a thigh. Slowly his eyes drift closed as he nears my pussy and runs his pink tongue up from my ass to the top of my clit. I groan and let out a soft, "Fuck," before he repeats the entire process; running his tongue up from my ass, dipping into my pussy to taste my juices, before moving up and circling my throbbing clit. When he flicks it with his tongue, I jump and then moan out my pleasure as I reach to gently pinch my nipples between my fingers. Floyd again repeats the entire process but this time he sucks my clit into his mouth and my hips buck up slightly. I know that I'm not going to last long as turned on as I am so I concentrate on how his tongue feels and the warmth of his mouth as it moistens my vagina even further. I can feel moisture trickling down my ass crack while I twist and pull my nipples. Each run of his warm tongue over my clit sends another trickle of moisture running south. His hands reach to take over for my fingers on my nipples as he continues his oral assault on my pussy. I need more so I reach to hold his head against my pussy as I slowly grind up into his face, seeking more friction and needing more of his tongue. Repeatedly he sucks my clit between his lips and whips it mercilessly with his tongue. My words are incoherent as I lie back on the bed and close my eyes, letting him bring me closer and closer to orgasm. In a cruel twist he stops completely, just as I'm getting ready to explode. Puzzled and frustrated at the interruption, I sit up and watch him back off of the bed so his feet are planted on the floor. "Floyd? What's wrong? What happened?" His silence does nothing to ease my growing anger at being left high and dry but I begin to understand as he slowly works his jeans loose and lowers them down his legs along with his underwear. His cock bobs slightly in front of him as it juts out at an angle from his stomach. For the first time I'm able to see him completely naked and my mouth starts to water at the thought of sucking him. His cock is one of the best I've ever seen (and that's not saying a whole lot really) but it's not because he's hung. No, he's just a hair above average but it's smooth and slightly purple up around the head. His balls hang lower than Charlie's had but balls are a hidden hot spot for most men and I was very much looking forward to finding out if they were for him as well. Climbing back onto the bed he asks, "Now, where were we?" Settling back between my legs he gives no warning as he sucks my clit into his mouth and goes back to what he was doing as if he'd never stopped. My pussy instantly reacts by pulsing wildly as he pushes my legs even further apart before sliding his hands up my slightly rounded stomach to my breasts. Pinching my nipples between his fingers once again he never lets up on my pussy. Alternating between lightly licking my clit and sucking it hard, he has brought me right back to where I was. Every so often he stops to lick further down so he can taste my rapidly flowing juices but his low moans of approval vibrating against my pussy only make me hornier and brings my orgasm closer to the breaking point. I had just closed my eyes in pleasure when he stops again. The man was really starting to tick me off! Moving up my body, I can feel his cock drag across my thigh before coming to rest against my clit. Watching him closely, I see his jaw clench when I reach between us to guide him to my opening. Pushing into me, he glides all the way in until he's balls-deep in my vagina. His cock feels so good inside of me that I forget that I haven't cum yet and moan out, "Please fuck me. Oh God, please? I need your cock..." Burying his face in my sweaty neck, he gives a couple of thrusts with his hips. His pelvis is pressing against my clit and each movement he makes is sending me back over the edge. Pulling back he grabs hold of my breasts and thrusts several more times before pulling out completely and sliding back down my overheated body. Never has a man teased me this long before letting me cum and I'm not sure if I can take much more. This time he eats me like he's starving for food, alternating slurping and lapping up my juices with sucking my clit. "Fuck..." Slurp, "...you taste..." "Floyd!" I yell in warning, "I'm gonna cum! Oh God, I'm gonna cum, baby!" My face is hot from the effort of holding back. Grabbing my breasts I lay back and slam my eyes shut as my orgasm breaks. For a second or two it gets uncomfortable but soon wave after wave of extreme pleasure explodes outward from my vagina as Floyd continues to suck and lick. My back repeatedly leaves the bed as I buck and writhe around on the bed. My yells and screams ring in my ears as I ride out the best orgasm I've ever had but he continues to work me by plunging his fingers inside of my pussy and curling them up to hit my G-spot. Tears sting my eyes at the intensity of my pleasure as orgasm after orgasm rips through me. I'm a blubbering mess by the time he decides that I've had enough. Feeling him pull back from between my legs I lift my head high enough to see what he's doing. His face is shining from my juices and with a wink he catches my stare and uses the back of one hand to wipe it off before crawling up beside me on the bed and lying down next to me. "You tasted so good, baby," he says with a sexy grin. Propping his head on his hand, he lightly traces patterns on my skin, tracing up and over each breast and then down my stomach. Finally catching my breath, I move myself around so I'm kneeling next to him. Correctly guessing what I want, he rolls over onto his back and spreads his legs apart so I have more room to settle down. I've wanted to taste him for months now so I waste no time planting my tongue on the head and swirling it around to gather up the abundant precum that had been steadily oozing out of the tip. Looking him in the eye, I grab hold of the shaft as I slowly swirl my tongue around his cock and suck it into my hot mouth. "Fuck!" Smiling at his outburst I close my eyes to concentrate on what I'm doing. I can taste myself on him as I work but I don't want to get distracted so I focus on speed and depth. Listening for what he likes, I move faster or slower, swirling my tongue the whole time. Letting him plop out of my mouth, I decide to try something I'd only ever done once with Charlie. I listen to Floyd's gasps and moans as I slowly work my hand up and down his slick shaft and run my tongue down the crease where his leg and pelvis meet. Pausing to suck and lick each of his hairless balls, I move my tongue up underneath his scrotum and run my tongue over the area between his ass and balls. Feeling him shift, I look up to see that he's propped himself up on one arm as his other hand tangles in my hair to press me back against him. Okay, I guess he likes it! He's recently shaved below his balls as well so I run my tongue lower still, feeling the top of his puckered hole with my tongue and hearing his sharp inhale of air before I move back up to swirl my tongue around his head and neck. Thrilled by how turned on I'm making him, I move to suck him deeper into my mouth. Bracing myself on his thigh with one hand, I hold his cock with the other as I close my eyes. I slowly work my mouth down his cock, stopping to relax my jaw as I suck him deeper into my throat. He hits my gag reflex and, choking slightly, I back off. Running my tongue back down his rigid cock, I again pause to suck on each ball before running my tongue under and down to his ass. This time I reach my tongue further out and lightly run it all around the puckered hole before licking all the way back up to the tip of his penis. His hand is tight in my hair and when I glance up, I can see his head thrown back, garbled words are the only thing I hear. Settling up onto my knees, I run my hands up his stomach and through his chest hair, pinching one pink nipple and then the other before raking them lightly with my nails causing him to hiss through clenched teeth. Beads of sweat are running down his face and his hair is sticking up everywhere from when I had grabbed hold of it earlier. Again I brace myself on his thigh with one hand and grab his very hard cock with the other. Closing my eyes, I suck the head into my mouth. Sucking him I lightly stroke the shaft with my hand, using my saliva as lube and listen to his groans and grunts of approval. Before I can do much more than that, he's shifting under me. Losing my balance, I nearly fall flat on my face before I feel his hands on my ass. Guiding me onto my back, he wastes no time in settling my legs on his shoulders and sinking his cock into my pussy. Almost in unison we both groan loudly and let out some version of "Fuck" as he moves his cock at a steady pace. His balls are slapping my ass with each forward thrust and all I can do is hold onto the blanket as he fucks me hard. My breasts move with each thrust and when he finally opens his eyes, that's where he stares with a wild look in his eyes. His handsome face is twisted with the effort of holding back and I bite my lip to keep from crying out with one particularly hard thrust of his hips. Remembering how bruised my hips were the last time he was this rough, I decide that I'd better get on top before he accidentally hurts me with the intensity of his fucking. Pushing on his chest, I'm able to get him to look me in the eye. "I want to ride you," I whisper. Leaning forward he give me a quick kiss before pulling out and lays down on his back. His chest is rapidly rising and falling; both of our bodies are covered in sweat. Settling myself on top of him, I reach between us to hold his cock away from his body so I can sink my pussy down his length. Looking over my shoulder I can tell I surprised him by facing away from him. "That's a new one," he says with surprise and lust in his voice. "You've never done it this way?" I ask with thinly veiled surprise and curiosity. "Nope and I don't think I'm gonna last much longer, babe." Turning back towards his feet, I slowly work my pussy up and down his length; tilting my pelvis until I find a spot that works for me. Bracing myself on his thighs, I slide my pussy back and forth and smile when I hear his quick intake of breathe when he sees my ass from this angle. Soon I feel his hands guiding my hips in a rhythm that he likes. Looking down I can see his balls are tightening up against his body so I know he's getting close. Moving faster, I concentrate on making him cum and within a minute I hear him yelling cursing. I don't stop until his hands stop guiding my hips and I feel him slowly starting to soften. Gently pulling off of him I crawl around so I can lay my head on his chest and listen to his pounding heart. We don't say a word for a while. I'm not sure what he's thinking so I decide to ask the age old question that women can never seem to stop asking, "What are you thinking?" "I was thinking that I won't need my little blue pills with you around." "Oh, really? What makes you think that there'll be a next time?" "Because I'm not done with you yet."