0 comments/ 29128 views/ 0 favorites The Spider & The Fly By: lucky lady I had never thought too much about the cleaning ladies who came once a week to go over my apartment. I left their money before I went to work and, when I returned, things had been tidied up, the dishes washed and the carpets vacuum cleaned. Some were more conscientious than others; not that I was that bothered. I hardly saw them from one year to another; when I did, they were all middle-aged cheery ladies happy to make a bit of tax-free spending money. I knew that they could only have spent an hour or two, judging by how much difference they made, although I paid them for three. The occasional girl friend would complain but it didn't worry me - I could afford it. Then I was made redundant and started working for myself. This meant that I spent at least half the week working from home. I tried to arrange to go to see clients on Wednesdays, which was when the cleaners came; the sound of the Hoover used to drive me mad. But that was not always possible so I closed my office door and put up with the noise. Then a new cleaner started. At first, I paid her little attention other than the usual "Good morning. How've you been?" stuff. I found out that she had left her husband and was doing this job until she found something better. She was always very reticent when I asked her what she had done before. I only asked because sometimes I could help with introductions to clients if someone was looking for office work. I had no real curiosity. It was weeks before I found out her first name; it was Brenda. "I hate that name. Just call me Pet." She said. She was pleasant enough: late twenties, blond dyed hair cut short and a trim figure. She always wore tight jeans and a sweater. She always reminded me of that early Rolling Stones song: "She was common, flirty; she looked about thirty. I would have looked away but I was on my own!" "The Spider and the Fly," I think it was called. I found I was spending more time at homes on Wednesday. I guess I began to look forward to our little chats over coffee in the middle of the mornings. She had a good sense of humour and we would often laugh about something or other. She would smoke a cigarette, which I usually hated but not with her, and then I would go back to work. Nothing changed until one morning in early June. As spring turned into summer, on warm days, she had began to come wearing just a T-shirt - no bra. She had small pert breasts with nipples that poked out endearingly. That day she was wearing particularly tight jeans and, for the first time I could remember, perfume and make-up. "You look nice today – who's the lucky guy?" "You must be joking. I've had it with up to my eye-teeth with men!" I wondered whether maybe she had a girl friend instead and changed the subject. I went back to work and was busy working on the computer trying to finish a presentation, when she came in to do my office. This usually only took a minute or two, but today she seemed to linger. She looked over my shoulder and I could smell her subtle scent and the smell of tobacco on her clothes. "What are you up to? I always wonder what you do up here all day." "Nothing very exciting, I'm afraid, but it pays the bills." "We all could do with a little excitement in our lives, Edward. God knows, I could!" It was the first time I can remember her calling me by my name. It made me turn around quickly, my arm accidentally brushing against her breast. "Oops, sorry." I said. "Are you ok?" "Well, you can always kiss it better if you like, Edward!" I was amazed; she was young enough to be my daughter! I looked at her closely; she was smiling, her white teeth glistening in the light. A single bead of sweat was running down the side of her face. I could see that her nipples had hardened and grown; they jutted out invitingly through her white shirt. "Do you want me to, Pet?" I asked. She smiled and took my hand. As she did so, she pulled her T-shirt up and exposed her breasts, small but shapely, white and firm, nipples pink and prominent. She placed my hand on her right breast; it felt so young and soft to the touch. I stood up and ran both hands over her tits, kissed her right breast and then kissed her gently on the lips. "Are you sure about this, Pet?" "You tell me." She unbuttoned the front of her jeans so that I could just about ease a hand down between her legs. She was not wearing panties and was completely hairless; it felt as if she had shaved that morning, perhaps specially for me? My finger found her slit and slid in. She was so wet it was unbelievable! She gasped with pleasure. "Oh my god, Edward, I am gagging for it. I have been since I first came to work here. Don't you dare stop now!" As we kissed more passionately, I ran my finger up and down her clitoris. She used her hands to pull her tight jeans over her hips until they fell to the floor. We were standing there in the middle of the small study in full view of the road outside. Anyone looking in would have seen her sexy naked arse and heard her moans of excitement. Luckily most people were at work at this time. Even so, I didn't want to let the neighbours have a free show; I leant over and pulled the curtain across. "That's better. Do you want to go into the bedroom?" "No, let's do it here, in your study, in your place of work!" By now I had pulled off my shirt and was struggling to get my shoes off. She had taken her shirt up over her head and was standing naked, rubbing hard between her legs, by the time I managed to pull my pants down over my hard dick and remove my underwear. I hadn't been with anyone for over a month and was as horny as hell! I would have preferred the comfort of my large soft bed but was not complaining as I knelt in front of her and opened her legs. "Sit in the chair – I want to eat you!" I whispered. She sat back in the armchair by the window and hung her legs over each side of the chair. She was wide open; I could see her large clitoris poking out from her pink, juicy shaven pussy. I went between her legs and tasted her with the tip of my tongue, easing my hands up over her tummy to her lovely breasts, which I fondled and caressed. "Delicious!" I sighed, before exploring all the way up her slit, over her moist folds, using my tongue to pleasure her. She tasted so sweet and sexy; her clit was hard now as I sucked it harder and harder. She was beginning to get really excited now; to keep her still, I grasped each thigh and held it down. I have a long tongue and used this to good effect as I slid it up and down her pussy hole and fucked her with it as quick and hard as I could. I had to keep coming up for air! I could tell from the noise she was making and the tightening of her pussy that she was having a succession of small orgasms, which were getting stronger and stronger. I wanted to be inside her when she came properly, so I withdrew my mouth and pulled her out of the chair and sat down myself, my cock standing to attention, not huge but enough for that tight young pussy. She eased on top of me and slid her dripping hole over me. It felt fantastic as I began to fill her up; the sensuous pressure, warm, wet and tight, around my dick sent shivers down my spine. Her breasts quivered but held their shape as she moved up and down on me. I looked down and enjoyed seeing her wet lips engulfing me and her hand rubbing her clit hard and fast. She was having long continual orgasms and yelling at the top her voice. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck. Oh yes, Baby" I could feel my balls getting ready as her pussy squeezed harder and the pace of her rhythm increased. As she enter her final climax and I knew I was at the point of no return, she threw the curtains open. As the light flooded the room, I could feel my spunk rushing up through my cock and into her. My hands forced her hips down so she was deep inside me as I squirted several times inside her. It felt incredible, both of us in heavenly ecstasy for a few more seconds more, before it subsided and we relaxed in a heap in the chair. "Fuck, Pet, that was fantastic!" "I enjoyed it too, darling." She replied with a cheeky smile. We both cleaned up and put our clothes back on. I went back to work with a big smile on my face thinking about what we might get up to next time or, indeed, before she went today. At noon, I heard her call up the stairs. "I'm finished." That was the signal for me to give her the money for her cleaning. I went down and gave the usual cash. "Same time next week, Pet?!" I grinned. "I have had a great time" Her smile was colder than before. "I did too; you're not bad for a man of your age." She said, "Mind you, I thought you would never get round to it. I don't usually have to make the first move. Anyway, my dear, my gentlemen friends normally give me a nice little present – shall we say two hundred pounds? I'll take a cheque, as it's your first time. Strict cash in future, of course. Three hundred if you ever want something kinky!" As I wrote out the cheque with a rueful smile, I thought to myself: "Now, who's the Spider and who's the Fly!?" The Spider and the Fly Gloria had just about had her fill of the Company for whom she had worked for the last five years. It seemed however much you tried to please them it made no difference and she felt overworked and undervalued. Because of the long hours she had been putting in, her boyfriend had ditched her and it certainly seemed like all work and no play. Management was poor and moral was low and staff were leaving or being fired. The parent Company in the UK was sending a manager out to Gloria's home town of Edmonton, Canada to try to rescue the situation. He arrived just as Gloria had decided to resign her post as a secretary and one of the first things he was called upon to do was to ask her into his office and have a talk with her. She entered his office and he rose from his chair and walked over to her. "Pleased to meet you," he said. "My name's Mike Mitchell." "Please to meet you Mr. Mitchell," said Gloria. "My name is Gloria Reader." "Tell you what," said Mr. Mitchell, "why don't we start off on the right foot and you call me Mike. Am I allowed to call you Gloria?" There were two comfortable chairs in his office and he beckoned her to sit on one whilst he sat on the other. It was only a small point but Gloria recognised the psychology in that. Much better than sitting in front of an imposing desk and feel as if you were being talked down to. She felt relaxed in his company already. She explained that it was no longer a challenge and a pleasure to come to work because it seemed nobody valued what you did and it was worse for a girl. "In what way," he asked? Gloria said that it appeared that girls weren't taken seriously and were treated more as sex objects than young people simply trying to do a day's work. Always being referred to as "darling" and "honey" and that wasn't all. She explained that just to walk past a desk where a couple of men may be talking could result in a sexist remark about the girl's appearance or she could be slyly groped. "Just a joke honey," they would say. "Just a joke." Mike Mitchell listened patiently to all this and then said, "yes I can well see why you are just about sick of all that." "Well, I have been called in to try and sort things out and I can tell you that the present manager will be leaving." Gloria, who had been a target of this pest said that it could only be a good thing for him to go. "Well, what about it," said Mr. Mitchell, "are you going to give me a chance and stay on just long enough to see if I can improve things for you and all the staff?" Gloria had entered his office quite determined to give her notice in but there is no doubt that he had made an impression on her. He struck her as fair minded and straightforward and she decided to withdraw her notice. "I am really glad," said Mike and as she rose to go he shook her warmly by the hand. Sure enough within a week or two the atmosphere at the workplace was improving. The men had been called into the new boss's office and warned that young women are entitled to respect and that whilst he was certainly not a prude, he wouldn't tolerate any more sexual harassment. It was now very democratic and their new boss was known by all simply as Mike. Gloria had been required to be a secretary for the previous manager and also two of the other senior managers. Mike Mitchell was soon calling her into his office again. She smiled at him. "You have already made a difference," she said. He smiled at her in return. He felt that he had already gained respect with most of them and was pleased that this was so. "Gloria," he said, "how would you like to be my personal secretary?" She was thrilled at this and told him that she would really enjoy the challenge. "You were one of the very first of the staff that I met when I arrived and you made a great impression on me with your frank criticisms." Gloria rose to leave and as she went through the door she was framed and backlit in a south facing window. It was a warm autumn day and she wore a rather diaphanous summer dress. Mike couldn't help catching his breath as he could see her underwear through the dress. Knickers but no bra! As if she would ever see anything in me, he thought to himself. Anyway, I am old enough to be her fa... He didn't like to dwell on the thought. If only he were a few years younger.... As for Gloria, she was thinking to herself -- why is it that younger girls often fancy older men....? On the first day of her new job she was called into his office. She wore a smart suit consisting of a grey jacket and skirt, with a gleaming white nylon blouse. Her new boss complimented her on her smart appearance. I am allowed to admire you, he said, with a twinkle in his eye. Not too sexist I hope? Gloria smiled sweetly at him. Of course you are Mike. She enjoyed his company and decided that she would have some fun with her new boss. He was to be comprehensively seduced over a period of time in the most subtle ways she could devise. She knew that he would be obliged to be on his very best behaviour as far as the opposite sex was concerned and she also guessed correctly that he fancied her. She certainly fancied him. She was sitting facing him and they were discussing his day ahead. It was warm in the office and Gloria removed her jacket. It was all done very innocently but this was the first of many subtle feminine tricks. Move number one was to wear the blouse which was just one size too small. She sat opposite him and her breasts strained at the nylon material. He hesitated just momentarily and she could see him unable to resist undressing her with his steely grey eyes. Over the next few days he was subjected to a number of skilfully directed little feminine wiles. All the time he could think of only two things. One was that the girls had complained that they were being treated as sex objects and the other, even more important consideration, was that there was no way that this attractive 22 year old would ever fancy him. Gloria saw an older man with a good firm body. Slightly grey at the temples but kindly grey eyes which often blatantly undressed her. Perhaps the top button of her blouse would be undone and he would be unable to prevent himself from leaning over her to explain a document. She knew that her bra would be in his view and he would curse the fact that he may be able to look but mustn't touch. A dab of Chanel No5 behind the ears and a close encounter while she reached over him to retrieve a letter was always a powerful weapon. Her sweater would follow the contour of her breasts exactly. His hand would be on a filing cabinet and she would innocently brush past him. He would feel that wonderful soft breast against the back of his hand. Mike had responsibilities with the office back in the UK and his work was split to some extent between the two countries. Gloria couldn't wait for him to return. He would get fewer interruptions and it was easier for him to work from home sometimes. He arranged for a couple of computers to be set up there. "Would you mind working with me from my home sometimes," Mike asked Gloria. "No, guess not," said Gloria, secretly pleased that it would help her little plan. He was firmly in her web of seduction but there was no way the poor mutt would know that. The female of the species is, they say, the deadlier of the two and there was no way that Mike was ever going to escape from the fate that Gloria had planned for him. While they worked together at his home Mike was struggling valiantly to be the perfect gentleman. He was still convinced that if he made a move on her she would be insulted because of the age difference and also that she would know that he was no better than the others who had behaved in a sexist way against her will. They remained very busy and subjected to long hours but Gloria had no current boyfriend and enjoyed working for this guy. She never wore slacks at work. Always a jacket and skirt with a blouse or with a sweater or perhaps a smart dress. She was no fool. On sunny days the backlit, see-through dress came into its own. It was a move of some skill to avoid being thought of as too obvious, but Gloria knew just how to give a flash of stocking tops with, hopefully a glimpse of white thigh. This particular seduction was the ultimate and used only occasionally. A crossing of the legs whilst she and Mike were sitting facing each other. Or perhaps her dress may get caught on the edge of the table. She could see from Mike's expression that it had great effect. He would colour up and tend to flounder a bit until he collected his thoughts again. Never once did he suspect that such a move was done deliberately -- the poor mutt! When she arrived in the morning he would always be on hand to help her off with her topcoat. Likewise in the evening he would help her on with it. This was the only opportunity he had of lightly caressing her arms as he removed the coat or offered it on to her body and then he would free her hair from under the collar of the coat. He was convinced that she thought nothing of it but she smiled knowingly to herself and knew that he was weakening. One morning Gloria felt him grip her arms more purposefully. Oh no you don't Mike darling, she told herself. Oh no you don't. I haven't stopped playing with you yet! She briskly turned to face him. There was no encouragement in her eyes and poor Mike knew then that she was not for him. More and more they worked from his home and somehow Mike remained in control. However, the sex drive is all-powerful and no red-blooded male can resist for long. They were having a cup of coffee together in the afternoon and Mike and her were laughing together. Gloria had asked him if she may leave a little early as she wanted to go and buy a new dress. "Yes, of course you can," said Mike. "Buy a whole set of clothes from top to bottom for all I care." "Don't you care?" asked Gloria slyly. "I just know that when you come to work you look stunning every time," Mike heard himself saying. He then thought, what the hell, and carried on by saying, "and I just love those gorgeous black knickers you are wearing today!" "How did you know?" Gloria laughed and pretended to be embarrassed. "Oh, didn't I tell you these glasses I use for reading are special x-ray specs," he said, with a twinkle in his eye! But Gloria knew only too well that she had allowed him a glimpse of her lacy black bra. He had correctly assumed that Gloria was not the sort of girl who would wear underwear that didn't match. Mike had eagerly helped Gloria on with her coat as she prepared to leave one evening and once again she felt his hands gently and briefly squeeze her arms. Poor Mike, she thought to herself. She had been cruelly tormenting him as a cat torments a mouse before devouring it. Poor Mike! Shall I put him out of his misery? Shall I finally give myself to him? A couple of days later fate delivered him neatly into her hands. She made a coffee in the morning for both of them. Mike put his down on the side and promptly forgot it was there when he reached over to pick up some papers. Hot coffee was spilt into Gloria's lap and she shrieked as it scalded her. Mike dropped to his knees and put both hands under her dress to hold it away from her thighs. Luckily she wasn't badly scalded and as he knelt there with his hands up her dress she asked him if he was going to leave his hands up her dress all morning and playfully accused him of indecent assault! "Oh, I am sorry darling," he said. "You can't sit around in that dress, Go upstairs to my bedroom and my robe is on a hook behind the door." That was it. He had called her "darling" and she knew she could tease him no longer. Anyway she wanted him so badly herself and it was time to deliver the coup de gracé. So Gloria went upstairs and soon called down for Mike's help. "My zip has caught," she lied, "please can you free it." He stood behind her and the zip easily slid down to her waist. She remained standing there and he just couldn't resist gently pulling it off her shoulders and allowing it to fall around her ankles. "My slip is soaking also," said Gloria. Mike had lost control by now and his hands went to the hem of her slip. He pulled it over her head and she stood there in her panties and nylons. No bra, (the wicked girl!) They turned to face each other. She looked totally vulnerable and available and he pressed her body to him while they kissed passionately. His hand slid down her back and disappeared into her knickers. He held her soft voluptuous bottom and she willingly allowed him to press her against the promising hardness of his manhood. Against all the odds I have seduced her, he thought to himself. If Gloria had been able to read his thoughts she would have smiled to herself. She had targeted this poor handsome male almost from day one and demonstrated to herself that she was in charge and she was the seducer! At last it was time for Mike to take charge. It was time for bed... The Spider and the Fly with apologies to Mary Howitt She shooed the last noisy little cricket out the doorway as the final bell rang, then sank onto a stool with a sigh of relief. She sprang to her feet when, not a minute later, two tiny ladybugs ran back into the room. The taller of the ladybugs grabbed her forgotten lunch box and dashed out the door with a cheerfully shouted "Happy Halloween, Ms. F!" and a "Yea, you made a great spider!" echoing after them. The door slammed shut, and the woman dressed as a spider drifted onto her stool once more. Lifting one of her many legs into her lap, she began to massage her aching feet. Never again, she groaned to herself, will I wear heels to school. Even if they're the only shoes that do match. A blur of yellow flashed outside the doorway as her assistant pushed open the door and breezed into the room, her stinger brushing against the bookshelves before she collapsed in a fuzzy yellow and black heap. "Well Ms. Spider, how do you think the tea party went?" the bee laughed. "It's over!" sighed the spider. "That's all that matters!" Stretching out her many legs, which were attached by silvery cords to her arms, she smiled. "The little bugs did have a good time though, didn't they?" "They always do. At least this way the kids get to dress up. And we don't have to worry about, what was it again..?" The spider laughed. "Promoting witchcraft and celebrating paganism, I believe. Satanism at work in the schools." She moved to the small tables, gathering up cups, saucers, and half-eaten cookies as she went. "It's an American tradition is all it is!" grumbled the bee. Her black curls bobbed as she nodded for emphasis and shoveled forgotten gummy worms into the trash. "I don't think there's a kid out there who thinks of Halloween as anything more than a chance to dress up and get free candy! Still..." A loud crash and some creative cursing echoed in the hallway and interrupted her ranting. "Stupid legs!" a voice growled outside the door. "Ugh, don't worry, I just knocked over a chair." The door flew open to reveal a huge cockroach wearing mismatched shoes on each of his feet. Eric had arrived. He was a dear, but enormous friend with absolutely no grace or tact. "I'm having a party tonight," he stated matter-of-factly. "You're coming of course." "Not me," said the bee. "Gotta take my kids trick-or-treating. Ellie's going to be a princess, and I spent two weeks working on that stupid costume, so I'm going to see it used!" "Lost the coin toss, huh?" asked Eric, shaking his head sympathetically. "Yes," she hissed, stuffing a half-eaten cupcake into the trashcan with considerable force. "He gets to stay home and hand out candy. The troll!" Eric let out a bark of laughter. "See, that's why I don't have kids!" "No," said the spider, teasingly. "The reason you don't have kids is because you're an incorrigible flirt and can't settle on one woman. And you're an idiot. But we love you anyway." "Of course you do," he exclaimed. "I like being adored. Which is why you're coming tonight. There has to be at least one person at my party who likes me." He picked up a single napkin and tossed it into the trash. "Who are you kidding? I'm the only one who likes you." laughed the spider. "You know Eric, you could help us finish up here..." she began. "Well, lots to do! I must be heading home." He made a beeline for the exit. "I'll see you tonight! Costumes of course. Wear something sexy for me!" he called as he squeezed his many legs out the door. "Starts at eight o'clock. And don't forget to bring desserts!" The bee laughed at the expression on her friend's face. "You'd better get those legs busy. You knew he was going to beg food off you. Always does. So, are you going to go?" "Psh..." snorted the spider. "Are you kidding? A bunch of people I don't know... And I get to spend all afternoon baking... Sign me up!" She laughed, watching the bee struggle to keep the giggles from bursting out. "Aside from that promise of excitement, I'm exhausted. The kids wore me out today, and I've not been sleeping well at all..." her voice trailed off. The bee composed herself and looked concerned. "Stress?" Six legs lifted as the spider shrugged and pacing around the room. "I don't think so. Just dark dreams lately." Disturbing, she thought to herself. Entirely too realistic. "I've been waking up soaked in sweat and shivering the past three nights." And aroused to the edge of insanity, she added mentally. "Oh, go to the party anyway! It'll be fun. Besides, what else do you have going tonight? Nothing but handing out candy, and you can do that at Erik's. I wonder if he's going to be a roach for the party too? That ought to get him a date. You have to go! Then you can tell me all about it tomorrow!" The bee looked at her watch, then blinked in panic. "Oh geez, I'm late. I have to pick up Ellie. Bye!" And in a whirlwind of yellow and black, she swept up her things and vanished out the door. The spider finished picking up the remains of the party and straightened the room. The dreams bothered her. Actually, not being able to remember more than a few snippets was what bothered her. She always remembered her dreams, had done ever since she was a little girl. But this one... It was the same dream, over and over again. Whenever she tried to think of the dream, all she could remember was a man with vivid blue eyes. Then she'd shudder. The dreams weren't frightening really, just more unsettling. In her dreams, she knew somehow that she was at his mercy... and he seemed to have none. In the morning, she'd wake up with memories of seeing those blue eyes looking down on her, and her sheets were twisted and damp with her own arousal. She shrugged and pushed in the last of the chairs, then placed the last stray books on nearby cart. Too much time alone, I guess. A few minutes later, she was ready to leave. It took her three tries to get all of her legs out the door at the same time, but finally she managed. As she locked the door, a sudden burst of loneliness took her by surprise. She gathered her cloak around her, wrapping herself in the cape of silvery cobwebs. Maybe I'll go tonight after all. It might even be fun. She gathered her purse and her school bag. As she flipped out the last of the lights, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror by the door. Yikes! Her skin looked ghostly pale, surrounded as it was by the black of her spider costume. Ok, ok. I'll go, she decided. But I definitely need some color! She let herself out of the building and walked out to her car. It was a struggle getting all the spider appendages into the seat with her, but finally she was on her way. So, something colorful, she mused. One of her extra arms caught on the windshield wipers. She sighed as the wipers scraped and squealed back and forth across the window. And definitely something with fewer legs! * * * * * Everything bored him lately. Work was tolerable, but hardly worth the effort. A friend of his had promised the party tonight would be great. He supposed he would go, though he wasn't sure about the costume aspect. But he needed a distraction. Besides, what else was he going to do- hang out at home and pass out candy to miniature Spider-men and an endless stream of princesses? That evening, he slid into his car and headed to the party. He'd barely glanced at the directions before he'd left, but seemed to know where he was going. An invisible string seemed to be pulling him along. Cars whipped by in the opposite direction, becoming less and less frequent as he left the city limits. Another fifteen minutes found him pulling into the drive of a large, old Victorian house. There weren't too many cars here, but he had a feeling this was the right house. The string had stopped tugging at him, so he supposed he was here. Night was falling, the sky shot with orange and red in the fading light. He enjoyed the night, so lingered a moment to bask in the quiet darkness. Soon though he felt the strange prickles of expectation again, almost as though he knew something was going to happen in that house, and that he needed to be inside when it did. Odd. He shrugged, beeped the alarm on his car, and walked up the long drive to knock on the door. The door creaked open to reveal the party already in full swing, despite the few cars outside. The place was packed. It was darker inside the house than it had been outside. Low lights shimmered and shadows flickered over the room. A fire crackled and snapped at huge logs in the hearth, filling the room with the scent of wood smoke. He wandered further into the parlor and mixed with the crowd, laughing and talking easily when he felt like it. A few friends shouted greetings as they caught sight of him, and he made his way over to them. He grabbed a beer and joined the group, laughing as he checked out their costumes. A knight in armor, Zorro, and a... well, he wasn't sure exactly what, but it looked as though he'd been dead a week. Leaning back against the wall, he surveyed the crowd. They talked about work, about sports, and women of course. One by one, the guys peeled off to go in search of amusement or food. Content to observe for the moment, he held up the wall and looked at the guests in their costumes. He snorted in disgust. He liked black, it suited him well after all, but this was ridiculous. Everyone at the party seemed to be wrapped in darkness. Vampires. Gangsters. Witches, werewolves. Devils, cats, and punk rockers. Lots of leather, lots of spikes. Nothing really the least bit interesting. An hour, a few drinks, and several more small conversations passed without arousing his interest. He'd just been debating whether or not to call it a night and head home when a flash of green caught his eye. As he turned, he saw a bright spot of color adrift in the dark sea of bodies. Bending down to add a tray of desserts to a refreshment table was what appeared from his angle to be a large butterfly. Vivid rainbow-colored wings sparkled with silver in the dim light, and a waterfall of loose auburn curls spilled down between them. He let his gaze travel down the butterfly's back, and he smiled when he saw long, lovely legs emerging from beneath a short black skirt. Hmm... maybe this is why I needed to come tonight. She leaned over the table for a moment and his grin widened. His eyes roamed her curves as she unloaded her tray. He hummed with approval, watching as her skirt inched up the back of her thighs to reveal the lacy tops of silky black stockings. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, enjoying the view. He concentrated for a moment, then remembered a poem he'd read ages ago. Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with the pearl and silver wings... Or something like that anyway. He was watching as her hands faltered and stilled, a moment before she suddenly straightened up and glanced around. Her eyes lit on him and, seeing where his gaze was directed, she froze. Invisible threads held her bound for a moment, unable to move. A deep blush blossomed across her cheeks, visible even in the relative darkness of the room. Her abrupt stillness registered in his mind after a moment, and he looked up. He had a fleeting impression of wide, glowing green eyes behind wire-rimmed frames, but just as his eyes moved to explore the rest of her face a crowd of partiers wandered in front of him and headed for the dessert table. By the time they had cleared out, she was gone. * * * * * Back in the kitchen, she leaned up against the cabinets, breathless. Her heart was pounding, her cheeks flaming. She fanned her hands in front of her face, trying to cool the heat she could feel rising in her cheeks. It wasn't really helping, but it made her feel a bit better. Those eyes! She had been filling the dessert trays with creampuffs and chocolate cookies when she'd felt her skin begin to prickle. Glancing around uneasily, she had seen a man gazing at her- and not at her face either. Remembering the intensity of his stare, she tugged absentmindedly at the back of her skirt, making sure it was covering as much as it was supposed to cover. His gaze was magnetic, irresistible. She couldn't help but look at him. He wasn't a terribly big man, maybe a few inches taller than she was. He had a goatee, which she'd always found rather attractive. Dark eyes, though it was hard to tell the color at such a distance. There was something immensely appealing about him, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was. She felt... almost compelled to look at him. Not that the view was at all unpleasant. But he was so dark! Black jeans, black shirt, black tie. She preferred a bit of color herself. His only concession to the occasion seemed to be a large silver spider perched in the center of the tie. A pretty weak attempt at a costume, really. And after the party at school, she was sick of spiders. When he looked up though, she'd frozen. Not because of where he'd been looking, but as recognition slammed into her. His eyes! The words echoed in her mind. Those were the eyes she had seen in her dreams! She had felt herself responding to the look of naked lust she'd seen in his dark eyes, had felt a jolt of energy burn through her when he looked up and their gazes locked. She'd felt her body tighten and melt as it never had, just before she'd been saved by the hungry masses. Vivid blue eyes passed through her imagination again, filling her with fear... and with a strange desire to see them once more. Cautiously, she moved toward the kitchen door, her eyes flickering back toward where the man, the Spider, had been standing, but he was gone. She'd never reacted with such intensity to a man before. Never been so instantly attracted. Never felt her body grow damp in response to a single look. Suddenly curious, she grabbed another tray of snacks and stepped back into the room, only to collide with a brick wall. She squeaked in alarm, stumbled and teetered backwards, the tray tipping ominously toward the floor. At once, a strong hand reached out to steady the tray and an arm wrapped around her shoulders to hold her upright. The surge of electricity that coursed through her told her instantly of her rescuer's identity. "Looking for me?" he purred, his voice low and melodic. It was him. The Spider. His intensely blue eyes were even brighter than she'd first thought, his beard more devilishly appealing than she cared to admit. He was smiling at her, the kind of smile a hunter might have when it chanced upon an easy meal. She pulled away, rubbing her hand unconsciously over the spot where his touch had scorched her skin. She knew her face was tinged pink with embarrassment, though whether from her own clumsiness or from her reaction to his touch, she didn't know. She looked down at her tray, then back up at him, her cheeks burning. "Hardly!" she replied cautiously, offering him the tray. "Just making the rounds. Care for dessert?" He smiled at her and chose a small creampuff. For some reason, she couldn't seem to look away. He took a bite, grinning as the sweet cream oozed out the side. He finished the pastry off with another bite, and his tongue flicked out to clean the remaining cream off his fingers. Her gaze had dropped to his mouth, so she missed the way his eyes darkened when she unconsciously licked her own lips. He jolted at the look of raw desire that flitted through her eyes before she banked it and looked up. She met his gaze and blushed once more at his knowing smirk. Her body tightened in response, and she moved her tray a bit higher to hide the evidence of her sudden arousal, which wasn't at all concealed by the thin material of her blouse. She worried her lip shyly and shifted in place, unable to look away. Slowly, insolently, his eyes roamed down her body and made another lengthy perusal of her legs. Feeling exposed under his gaze, her hand crept down to her thigh and she began tugging unobtrusively at the hem of the short skirt. His smile broadened, and let her know that she hadn't been entirely subtle. She blushed and looked down at her cream puffs, fidgeting nervously. Stubbornly, she avoided his gaze. He pleased himself by studying her face. Sensing his scrutiny, she backed away uncomfortably, awaiting her opportunity to escape. Not just yet, he thought. She had a spray of tiny freckles on her nose. Ridiculous glittery black antennae. Adorable. Her eyes peeked up at him from beneath long black lashes and he winked at her. She blinked, tossing her hair over her shoulder and looking confused for a moment. He looked at her thoughtfully. She wasn't really beautiful, at least not in a traditional way. She does have gorgeous eyes though. She took another step away from him. A sweet face, he mused as she shrugged off his gaze at last and wandered off again. He watched as she slipped into a group of guests. He smiled ruefully as she carefully bent to place her tray on a nearby coffee table. She then turned and glared at him as if to say 'so there!' He burst into laughter and saw her hide a smile of her own before perching on the arm of the couch so her wings wouldn't be crushed. She threw herself into the conversation, entertaining them all as she mimed her collision with him moments before. His laughter faded when he saw her smile with pleasure at a large man dressed as a Viking in some ridiculous fur vest. The Viking took her hand and sat next to her on the sofa. Well damn, he thought darkly as she laughed at something the man said. She is lovely! He leaned against the doorframe, idly watching her and considering. Sort of demure. Shy, but a bit sexy at the same time. She wore a loose sort of blouse, made of some shiny black material. Satin maybe? Whatever is was, it tied behind her neck and left her creamy shoulders bare. And the deep neckline showed just an intriguing glimpse of her ample cleavage. The delicate multicolored wings rose over her shoulders and came to rest a bit more than halfway down her back. When he looked at her, he had a vague impression of recognition. But it was her legs that drew his attention most, especially now that he knew that the lacy tops of those stockings stopped a few inches above her knees. Perched on the arm of the couch, she sat with those long, luscious legs crossed at the ankle and tucked modestly to one side. Even with the tiny skirt, she radiated innocence. Reserved, but alluring. She glanced his way again and almost fell off her perch when she saw him watching her. She balanced herself again and nervously pushed her hair behind her ear, studiously avoiding his eyes. She wasn't gorgeous, not like some of the other women here. Wasn't poured into a sexy black cat suit or nearly topless like so many others. She had plenty of curves, but she wasn't showing them off to everyone in the room. He liked that. He smiled as she glanced over at him, grinning when she wrinkled her nose in irritation at finding him still looking at her. She shifted again, bumping her wings into the Viking as she wriggled on the arm of the sofa. He could tell he made her uncomfortable. He liked that too. He enjoyed making her squirm, rather like a fly caught in a spider web. Interesting. That was the third time she'd looked at him. It was a fleeting look, her eyes barely snaring his before flitting off, but he knew from the color that suffused her face that she'd seen him. Her blushes amused him as well, but he thought he'd give her a break for a bit... she was looking a touch sunburned at the moment. He levered himself off the wall and went off in search of a drink. * * * * * A few minutes later, a soft touch on his arm had his whole body stiffening. "You look lonely," murmured a quiet voice. "Mind if I join you?" The Spider and the Fly He had sensed her before she spoke, but was surprised enough that he didn't respond. Her voice was a bit uneven, but she'd overcome her shyness enough to come find him. Impressed with her tiny show of boldness, he turned to face her. "Not at all," he replied, pulling up a stool. She seated herself beside him, nervous but determined. He listened to her melodic voice, raised an eyebrow when she requested a soda. "I don't drink," she muttered, half apologetically. "Though sometimes I wish I did." He laughed, and began to talk, to ask her questions. Simple questions, chosen to put her at ease. Slowly but surely, she began to relax. She was surprised at herself. Once she'd gotten over her embarrassment, she felt as though she'd known him for years. He was easy to talk to, and didn't seem to mind pauses in the conversation. She was almost able to forget about her dreams, but every so often he'd glance at her and she'd again see those eyes in her mind, staring down at her. Then the shyness would start all over again. They talked for quite a while. Conversational standbys mostly: books, movies, music. They shared a love of literature, and similar taste in music. She made him laugh. Once he got past the shyness, she was open with him, engaging. Innocent as a child one moment, tossing out 'unintentional' double entendres the next. Blushing frequently when she did so. He enjoyed the wordplay, loving the confusion that filled her eyes when he flirted openly with her. Once in a while she'd look far away, and color would rise in her cheeks for no apparent reason. Then she'd look at him, her eyes green eyes sparkling with lust, shake her head, and hop back into the conversation. He laughed, watching her emotions play across her face, and was enjoying himself enormously. She took it all in stride, to used to her own ways to be bothered much, though he kept her flustered continually. She had just given him her opinion of his weak attempt at a costume when a woman sidled up to the bar and wedged her way in between them. What looked like a black handkerchief was tied on a string around her waist, a tiny black bikini top barely covering her chest. Gold chains dripped from her ears and a wide golden collar covered her throat. Matching gold cuffs encircled her wrists. Her straight black hair hung loose around her shoulders as she leaned over him to grab a beer, brushing her breasts firmly against his arm when she did. She smiled into his eyes and gave a breathy, "Hi!" before she turned and walked away. He smiled back at her, then chuckled when he looked back at his butterfly. She was staring after the woman, her mouth agape, her eyes shooting daggers. He slipped a finger beneath her chin and closed her mouth. "Wow." She laughed, maybe just a touch derisively. "That was subtle!" He laughed, pleased with her reaction. "Wasn't it though?" He was pretty sure he heard her mumble "hussy" under her breath. She smiled ruefully. "Well, maybe if I had a figure like that, I wouldn't wear anything either." She looked down are her own, much curvier body. "I don't think I'd look good in an outfit like that." "I don't know about that," he chuckled softly. "I think you'd make a good slave girl." "I think not," she replied with a laugh. "I'm far too contrary to be a slave girl. I'd be in trouble all the time!" He didn't smile, but amusement lurked in his face. "That wouldn't last long." She sobered as his eyes grew serious. "I'd break you," he stated simply. Her stomach quivered. She cleared her throat. "Well, that would be tricky. I don't really want to be broken." She laughed nervously. "Besides, I don't even know what that would mean anyway. To be broken." The look he gave her was blatantly carnal. "Want to?" She knew she was in over her head. Frantically, she tried to backpedal. "I... don't think so. I don't really know you." she shifted uneasily. "I'm quite fine as I am, really." Curiosity kills cats. Barely a moment passed before the words sprang from her lips. "But... what would it mean to you? What... would you have me do," she mused hesitantly, "if I were yours?" Her eyes widened as he moved, a sexy little smirk settling across his face. Slowly, deliberately, he slid from his stool with a dangerous gleam in his eye. Her easiness with him vanished and her gaze grew worried as he began to prowl toward her. She jumped up from her barstool and took a step backward, nearly stumbling in her haste. He stalked nearer, smiling wickedly as he came. She froze like a deer scenting danger, her eyes wide and locked on his. She could hear her heart beating, pulsing madly as he grew nearer. He stepped closer, and she backed up a few paces, only to jolt to a halt when her wings stopped before she did. She turned her head, blinking in confusion when she saw a large black bat flying across a neon moon. A moment later it registered that the moon was entirely too yellow, and she glanced up to see the Dark Knight himself. A man dressed as Batman smiled down at her and gently disengaged himself from her wings. Flustered, she blushed and stammered an apology, but her nervous gaze kept flicking back to the Spider, who was waiting patiently for his prey. Batman followed her glance and chuckled knowingly. After adjusting her wings to fix the damage from the collision, he gave the little butterfly a gentle push back toward her hunter. The Spider walked closer, a slight smirk on his face. He stopped directly in front of her and simply looked at her, enjoying her discomfort immensely. Her skin was rosy with her blushes. Adorable! he thought again as he began to circle her. Once, twice... close enough that his sleeve brushed against her elbow. She shuddered and crossed her arms over her chest, her heart pounding madly. He could see the fluttering of her pulse in her throat, could practically feel the tension vibrating in waves over her skin. He stopped behind her and watched her body stiffen uneasily. Reaching out a single finger, he softly stroked it over the satiny skin of her shoulder and chuckled low as he saw goose bumps shiver up beneath his touch. He leaned in toward her, a devilish grin crossing his face as he heard her gasp. He chuckled and watched the blush spread down her chest. His lips almost brushed her bare skin as he murmured. "It's not what you would do for me that you'd need to worry about..." He pressed a hot kiss just below her ear. "It's what I will do to you." She shuddered, though whether from the warmth of his lips on her skin or from his words themselves she wasn't sure. But she couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that raced through her body, even if it was chased by more than a frisson of fear. Her stomach tightened and an electric tingle shot through her insides. She felt herself melting, her body consumed by want unlike any she'd ever felt before. Lust coursed through her. It thrilled her. Terrified her. Caught in a web of desire, she was helpless to move. He circled around in front of her again, and his hand reached to touch her face, cup her chin. He stared into her eyes as he brushed his thumb over her lower lip once, twice, again and again until her soft lips parted on a sigh. Entranced, she flicked the tip of her tongue against the pad of his thumb, curling around it with a soft whimper of defeat. He groaned. The sound broke into her thoughts. Suddenly herself again, she flushed with mortification and snapped her mouth closed, nipping his thumb sharply as she did. He felt her tremble a moment before she spun away from him. A tight fist of lust curled in his belly as the tip of her tongue flicked out to moisten lips suddenly gone dry. There it was again, the innocent seductress. A potent combination, that. She laughed nervously and looked everywhere but at him. "I... ah, think I need another drink," she stammered softly, then made her escape. She didn't quite run away, but she didn't waste any time either. The Spider turned himself about, and went into the den. He knew quite well his butterfly would soon come back again. He poured himself a drink, and settled back to wait. He enjoyed sparring with the girl, liked making her blush and stutter. He even enjoyed talking to her, listening to her get all excited... about books of all things. And those legs... yes, he'd chosen well. * * * * * She hurried back to the kitchen, dodging between partiers as she went. She moved directly to the sink and splashed cold water over her face. Her skin tingled where he'd kissed her. Other things tingled too, but she wasn't ready to admit to that yet. Denial, she thought, can be a good thing. And there was absolutely no way she was going to let him know the effect he'd had on her. Or that she could barely think when she looked into his eyes. Or that for one moment she'd wished... "There you are!" The door swung open and Erik, the Viking, burst into the kitchen waving empty trays at her like flags. "I've got problems. We've run out of desserts! Do you have any more of those puff things? People liked those apparently." He paused to take a breath and stared at her a moment. "Hey, are you ok? You look all flushed." With concern, he looked her over carefully from head to toe. He paused at her chest. A lecherous grin spread across his face and his eyes fixed on her breasts, where her silky blouse couldn't quite disguise her arousal. "Oh, for shame!" he teased, tugging her hair playfully. "Naughty girl's gotten herself all worked up." He grinned wickedly. "Who's the guy?" She straightened indignantly, folding her arms over her chest. "I am not 'all worked up,'" she said primly. "If you must know, it's a bit chilly in here." "Yeah," said Eric, brushing a damp curl from her forehead. "I always sweat when I'm cold too." Her eyes widened in panic as Eric made his way to the door and stuck his head around the corner. "Don't!" she cried, grabbing his arm. "So which one is he?" Eric asked. "Batman? The vampire with the purple cape? The fellow dressed like Captain Caveman? Wait, I don't think he's wearing a costume! Ugh!" She snorted with laughter as she tugged him back into the kitchen. "Get back in here!" she whispered fiercely. "I don't need your help to embarrass myself! I can do that quite well on my own." She pulled out a box and began piling cookies and creampuffs on the empty trays. Eric watched her throwing cookies onto the trays, not arranging them neatly as she had before. He held his tongue until the third time she dropped one. "Wow, somebody's really made you nervous. Excellent. It's about time! So, what are you waiting for? Go get him, Tiger!" She smacked him the shoulder. "You're such an idiot." She looked down at her chest, where her nipples still peaked against the fabric of her blouse. "But I can't go out there like this!" Hysteric laughter bubbled up. He grinned. "Sure you can. Guaranteed to get his attention this way." With that, Erik piled the trays on her arms and shoved her out the kitchen door. After steering her over to the table, he kissed her cheek and vanished into the crowd. He appeared suddenly beside her, as if he'd materialized out of thin air. "Friend of yours? Not that it matters." He held out his hand. "Come into my parlor, said the Spider to the fly" he rumbled with a grin. Giggling, she replied with a smile in her voice. She remembered the poem too. "Oh no, no!" said the butterfly. "To ask me is in vain! For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again!" The smile faded from her face and she gasped in dismay when he took the tray from her and dropped it on the table. Grabbing her hand, he tugged her into the front room. He pulled her through the crowd to the far side of the room near the fireplace, where a cheery fire blazed in the hearth. He slipped an arm beneath her wings, anchoring her to his side. His other hand slid up to cup her cheek, tilting her face up to meet his. "I'm done playing. I need to taste you," he growled. Her eyes darted around wildly as she struggled in his arms, a bright blush blooming across her cheeks. "Not here!" she protested in a fierce whisper. He only laughed darkly. "Wherever I want. Whatever I want." His lips brushed against hers, soft and firm, but she kept her mouth tightly closed. He was patient, licking lightly at her lips, nipping teasingly. Soft kisses. His tongue soothed, persuaded. His thumb caressed her cheek, urging her to open to him. Finally, her lips parted. In an instant, he deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping in to tangle with hers in a hot, erotic dance. Lost in his kiss, she was helpless to do anything but hold on. Her mind went blank, then filled with him. Pieces of the dream came back to her. Him, holding her just like this. Her, lying before him on her bed. His body, rising above hers in the night. Her hands splayed across his chest, no longer pushing him away. The smell of smoke from the fire mixed with the scent of his skin was intoxicating. Relaxing. Arousing. Her hands gripped his shirt, pulling him closer. He wove a subtle web around her, tangling her in threads of desire. His hand slid lower, the back of it brushing along her jaw, down her neck, against the side of her breast. She shivered in his arms, moaned softly. He reached behind her, threading his fingers through her hair. Her hands crept up of their own volition, twining around his neck. She curled closer to him, groaning as she felt how the kiss was affecting him. His lips cruised her face, pressed a row of kisses down her neck. He nipped at her shoulder, growling when he heard her aroused little whimper. "You want me, don't you girl? Tell me." She sighed, leaning into him. Licked her lips again, and made him twitch. She smiled, a secretive little half-smile, a nipped his shoulder through his shirt. "Say it!" he demanded. His hand fisted in her hair, pulled her head back so he could look into her eyes. "Yes." She breathed, then hid her face against his chest. "I... dreamed of you," she whispered hoarsely. "You... you came to me in the night, while thunder crashed and lightning split the sky. You came for me, made me beg for you. Over and over and over again. I haven't slept for days..." He grinned devilishly. Adorable. He could feel the heat radiating from her cheeks. "I know you haven't slept. Poor baby..." he continued, "I'll take you to bed tonight." And if you'd like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in. But not until after. "Maybe I'll let you," she smiled shyly and let him lead her from the room. He walked her outside and led her to his black convertible. She had to smile when she saw the shiny chrome badge on the trunk of the car. An Alfa Romeo. A Spider. "Why am I not surprised?" she laughed merrily. "Well, I suppose it fits." Her gaze drifted down to the license plate, and the laughter faded from her voice as she read the single word printed there. Incubus. She looked at him warily, suddenly nervous again. He grinned wickedly. "So does that." The Spider and the Fly This story is set in the UK so please indulge any Briticisms. * I was alone in the office after five o'clock and most people had gone home. As I went to the photocopier I noticed coming down the corridor a lady I had had my eye on for some time. I knew her name was Carol and that's all I knew. I gave her my usual visual surveillance: face, breasts, face, legs, and breasts again. Carol was in her mid fifties, with glasses and permed dark hair going grey. She was plump with large but well-upholstered figure. She wore a simple pea-green top that showed off her ample breasts although no cleavage. Her skirt was slightly flared and swished around her knees and showed her shapely legs. I met her eyes and looked away but she followed me to the photocopier. "You look but you don't say anything or do anything," she said. I blushed and pretended not to hear. "What?" I mumbled terrified, excited and aroused and I half turned towards her. Carol was very close to me now, her large breasts almost but not quite brushing my arm. She was half smiling but looking me in the eye intently. "Well?" I smiled openly and a little shame-faced because the game was up but my heart was beating strongly. "I cannot help it," I said, somewhat pathetically. She was not going to let me off the hook and moved closer so that we were now touching, her thigh almost pressing in between mine. My arm came up and cradled her waist lightly. Our eyes were locked now. "You're just incredibly beautiful and sexy," I blurted. "So what are you going to do about it?" Her leg pressed firmly into my groin now and she must have felt my hardness. I was still nervous and highly conscious that we could be surprised by any other people working late or by cleaning staff. I tried to shepherd her into a nearby office with my hand now firmly on her bum but she pulled my head towards her and we kissed, hot, wet and deep. When we came up for air I cupped her breasts in both my hands and it was her turn to look for privacy. We scurried into the nearby stationery cupboard and I locked it from the inside. We embraced again and she quickly had one hand on my zip and moved inside and squeezed my hardness, touching flesh. I reciprocated, lifting her skirt with my left hand and putting the back of my right between her legs, rubbing her crotch and stroking her thighs. Carol was wearing tights not stockings, which represented a bit of a problem, but for the time being I just enjoyed feeling the smoothness on my hand, the hotness of her tongue in my mouth, her faint scent, the press of her breasts against my shirt and the firm grip of her hand upon my cock. I was in danger of coming too quickly. I dropped to my knees with both hands up her skirt and started to peel off her tights. Her fairly large white panties peeled of with them and I put my big finger over her mound and probed not deep but feeling her wetness. I stood up and now put two fingers right inside her but pressing also on her clit. My left hand kneaded her breast. She'd let my cock go by this time and had one arm round my neck and the other on my bum. I started rubbing gently with my fingers and we kissed very deeply and long again. Carol was very nearly there. I moved my fingers more slowly but more firmly and up and down her clit. I found the button and continued to run the length of my finger along it just pausing at the end of each run to press and ever so gently circle round her button with my finger tip. I was desperate to have her touch my cock again but she was in the throes of orgasm and could not focus on anything but her own needs. I pressed my fingers harder and suddenly she was there. Carol spasmed and started to half slump against me. She was a heavy woman and I could not support her but she recovered and looked at me smiling ecstatically. I kept my fingers where they were not moving them now. Now she gripped my cock again but I wanted her top off and we struggled and fumbled to get it off, ignoring the mess on my hand. Her bra was big and old-fashioned but her tits were so big that the cleavage was ample. I did what I'd long wanted to do and briefly buried my face in it, reaching round the back of her to unhook her bra which came off without too much fuss. Her tits spilled and flopped out on to her plump belly and I pinched gently her large purple nipples. I put the left one in my mouth and pressed my face in her softness. She tried to grip my cock again but I knew that once I came I would be a spent force. I unbuttoned her skirt so that she was now completely naked and I went down again on my knees, crouching low and then raising my head up and pushing my nose and mouth into her moist warm fanny again. The smell and taste were strong but I was too aroused to care. Carol raised herself up to sit on a table which was thankfully firmly anchored to the wall and floor and leaned back (it cannot have been too comfortable) so that I had a better view and access to her. I slurped her womanhood for some time and probed her with my tongue. In heaven! I used my fingers again but she was already there perhaps not as earth shattering as the first time. I quickly took off all my clothes and she came off the table slightly. There was a bar between the two lower legs and she placed her weight upon it (mercifully it held). It was just the right height to I guide my impatient cock into her. It was difficult at first to get into a proper rhythm without overbalancing but we soon got into the swing of things. Her massive mammaries were now pressed against my shoulders almost in my face. I was fighting a losing battle against the rising tide in my loins. A few more thrusts and I came and came and then it was my turn to go weak at the knees. Carol stood up and I bent down to retrieve my clothes. I couldn't think of anything to say. But she could. When I stood up she moved towards me and kissed me hard and looked me firmly in the eye. "That was good. We must do it again and soon" "I'd love to. When?" I answered feeling that events were running out of control a bit. "Not tonight I'm busy. Tomorrow night. You live nearby don't you? I'll follow you home tomorrow evening about 5.30" How did she know where I lived? I agreed. I had no choice she had just given me an order and I had to obey. We got dressed and she left the cupboard quite naturally not looking back. I left more furtively and hurried home. I spent most of the evening cleaning and tidying my rather untidy house. In the morning I changed the bed sheets and ran round trying to get everything as spick and span as I could. It was difficult to concentrate on work the next day. I did see Carol in the office but she ignored my gaze. After work I walked slowly home. I could not see if she was following me or not and so I took a route that a car would have to take. Just as I got to the door a small car pulled up. It was her. She must have known my address! She had stalked me with more purpose than I her! She was wearing a cream coloured top with short sleeves and an off white pleated skirt that came down below her knees. "Hi" "Let's just get in," she replied brusquely but she smiled as she said it. She looked around my small house. "Not as bad as I thought," she said. "Can I get you a drink?" "No time for that. I suppose the bedroom's upstairs," she said marching up. I followed her, a little perplexed. This was strictly sex and not even a veneer of romance or even politeness! She ordered me to close the curtains which I did and when I turned round she was standing there in the half light looking at me quite critically. I took in her ample curves and my cock stirred. I moved towards her, smiled and kissed her slowly. She responded not very passionately but it was enough encouragement for me to put my arms around her, my hands resting on the small of her back, her breasts were now pressing in against my chest. Her kissing was hungrier now and she thrust her tongue into my mouth, nibbling and nuzzling with her lips and teeth. I moved one hand up her back and the other to her full buttocks which I fondled with gusto feeling her panties underneath but no tights this time. Her hands were on my chest tugging at my buttons and she quickly had my shirt off. I enjoyed the feel of her heavy but still clothed breasts against my skin. I brought both my hands round and started to gently stroke and caress her breasts but she brushed my hands away and hugged me closer raking her nails down my back so I returned to feeling her bum with both hands still passionately kissing her all awhile. She moved one hand down inside the back of my pants. It was a bit of a tight fit as she had quite large plump hands. I flexed my stomach muscles in to give her more room and her hand was fully down groping my bare arse. She moved her other hand round to my zip and she was in the front door as well, gripping my cock firmly through my briefs and then finding the opening grabbing my shaft almost roughly and rubbing her thumb over my end. I tried to get at her breasts again but she was having none of it. Withdrawing both hands she pushed me against the bed and I over-balanced and fell back on it. She leaned forward, unbuttoned my pants, pulled off my shoes and then yanked my pants right off so that I was completely naked while she was still fully clothed. I moved further up the bed and she climbed on top of me her skirt riding up giving me a sight of her large white thighs. They had little blue veins visible but they were not unsightly and indeed my cock rose re-stiffened at the sight. She leaned forward to kiss me, her heavy breasts dangling down on to my chest and this time she did allow me to fondle them to my heart's content but I was keen to progress to further down. I put my hand under her skirt and stroked her thighs and drew the back of my finger over her panties where her hot steamy cunt lay underneath. I pressed it in feeling her pubes and softness under the cotton. I soon moved my hand inside and continued to massage her with the back of my hand until I could feel her lips parting and moistness upon my knuckles. All this time she was devouring my mouth and tongue and pulling and twisting my nipples with her fingers but not too roughly. I twisted my hand round and fingered her more actively. It was not too comfortable but the rewards were worth it as she was very wet now and my two fingers slid straight in. She gasped a little and there was a pause in her kissing as I went to work on her paying a lot of attention to her lips and trying to find the little man in the boat. Her panties were a bit in the way impeding my full progress and I tried to pull them further down with my left hand but her arse was too big to allow this. She got up quickly removed them and clambered back on top I positioned my cock to receive her but she ordered me not to. "Not yet, get back to your work!" I obediently and quite willingly returned to stroking her clit, inserting my fingers all the way from time to time and spreading her wetness so that there was no friction. She started rocking and I held my hand still, fingers erect so that she could rub herself against them and control her climax. She held her self still at the peak of the crescendo and I could feel her spasms wetly against my two fingers. "Don't you wipe your fingers on my skirt!" she commanded I complied and visibly wiped them on the sheet. "That was fantastic!" she said, "But I haven't finished with you yet." She stood up, dropped her skirt and clambered on to me again, sitting on my hips, my stiff dick nestling between her thighs and the top of her dark bush visible. I fondled her tits again but she brushed my hands away again. "No, we'll do this my way!" She took her top off and her bra and her massive white tits hung down nearly touching her large belly. Her nipples were purple to brown and quite erect. I longed to put one in my mouth. She grabbed my cock and inserted me into her. I raised my knees slightly and we rocked slowly for some time. It was one of the best fucks of my life and I concentrated on not coming too early. No such inhibitions guided her though and she started to move more vigorously, her eyes closed. I thrust my right thumb under the folds of her belly and found her clitoral button again. Gently and then more firmly I circled it and pressed it. She panted and gasped and started to almost wail as she came again this time more violently than the first. I withdrew my hand and she leaned over kissing me, her weight pressing down on me and her huge breasts pressed against my chest. I gave a few final thrusts and spurted into her womb. She smiled and kissed me again. "That was very good. But I have to go now" She got off me, went to the loo to clean herself and returned to get dressed. "Same time tomorrow?" I ventured "Yes, I think that would suit me fine," she smiled again, kissed me quite fondly and left.