0 comments/ 25264 views/ 13 favorites Tallness of Simmone Ch. 01 By: Drmaxc 1. The penchant of Daniel McReady Daniel had always had a thing about tall girls. Even as a lad at school he had lusted after Carry and Joanne, the two tallest girls in his class. They had, of course, not looked twice at him, not in that way. Oh, they had been friendly enough, liked him, worked with him on projects, shared jokes and enjoyed exam success together. But they were hardly likely to want to go out with a five foot three spotty boy with bad hair, not when there were so many tall handsome boys in the school: and even if there hadn't been... probably not anyway. It was the same at uni. He could have gone out with short girls but he simply did not fancy them. He wanted the tall girls. It was not that he wanted to be dominated by someone bigger than himself: though he might have accepted that. He just liked tall girls, preferably blond but that was not essential, tall with long legs. He was a leg man, more than a tits man. So Daniel had never had a girl friend and here he was working in an office at twenty-five, a frustrated virgin, still lusting after the tall girls. Actually it was worse than that, lusting after leggy, lanky Simmone who worked in the same unit as he did. She was six foot four and a half in her stockinged feet. He knew the measurement exactly, as it was him who measured her at the last Christmas Party. It had got a bit wild! Yes, wild enough to get the measuring tapes out! It was not, perhaps, the most exciting of firms and the staff's idea of fun could be a little tame. He'd mentioned Simmone to his flatmate, Chris, who had frankly laughed when he had hinted, when he was rather drunk, that he fancied her. "Your face wouldn't come any higher than her bush," he'd said rather crudely. Daniel actually could not think of anything much more exciting than having his face pressed against Simmone's warm curly hairs, his nose and mouth buried—but he certainly didn't mention that to Chris. That was assuming she didn't shave. He'd love to know that. He'd love to find all sorts of things about her. Simmone had a rather boyish figure; hips fairly flat and chest to match. But her legs were wonderful and she knew it. Where she found those jeans from Daniel did not know but they flowed tightly over her legs following the contours closely right up and over her small bottom. And the days she wore a skirt, well, that made her legs seem, if anything, longer than when they were in jeans. From her shoes her legs just came on, up and up, until they disappeared into the short skirt she wore. Daniel liked to follow those legs up with his eyes until they disappeared and wonder what lay above and beyond. Her legs seemed to go on forever, like staring up at infinity. It was a hot summer's day, a day that tends to bring the girls out in summer dresses and pretty frocks. Simmone was no exception. Daniel was almost open-mouthed at her yellow cotton dress. It seemed to him to float around her, the skirt swishing against her long tanned legs as she moved. Higher up, the slight swell of her breasts was visible where the neck swept down to a square cut across her bust. He particularly liked the way the waist was gathered in with a wide ribbon of the same material done up in a big bow to the rear. He wanted to undo the bow. She wore yellow shoes to match and as these had heels they made her even taller. Normally Simmone wore short heels showing she was conscious of her height but today she seemed happy to emphasise it. Daniel loved that—it was difficult for him to keep his eyes off her. Simmone was talking near his desk to a colleague so he could watch her. Her talk was animated, her body moving in accord. Her legs at first together, moved apart. Daniel stared at her legs; he loved just to look at those knees. Simmone lifted one foot up, her knee bending to a right angle as she stood on one leg before putting it down again. It was something she did when she was talking—probably had done it since she was a little girl—Daniel knew her mannerisms and some of her little habits. His eyes slipped upwards to her thigh between knee and dress, the skin looked so soft and it had such a lovely golden tan. He thought of how soft the skin would be to the touch, he wondered about where the tan stopped and the skin become pale again - did it? He wondered about such things a lot. As he stared he imagined his hand resting on her right knee and then ever so slowly gliding up the inside of her thigh, under the thin yellow cotton dress, running his fingers up the smooth skin until he could feel the other thigh with the back of his hand just before his fingertips touched the slight bulge of her cotton panties—or were they silk? His trousers felt tight under the desk as, in his imagination, his fingertips softly pulled at the material, pulling the elastic so they could slip in to feel soft hairs and then wetness, hot wetness and.... Simmone was looking at him looking at her. He hurriedly turned back to his computer screen feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up his face. Did Simmone know of his interest, his lust? She had caught him looking at her before, but of course they worked together so there was reason for him to be with her He had not dared ask her out, he feared the rejection—it was better being able to entertain the possibility than know there was no hope. . He needed her: his need was not deliverable. His frustration at the impossible goal was made worse when their manager reorganised the seating plan so she came to sit opposite him. In one way Daniel was pleased as she was nearer but he had to be so careful not to look up too readily and be caught looking at her without any apparent reason. Daniel sat in his flat, a cooling mug of coffee in front of him, the television off, just thinking and trying to reconcile his need with reality. He needed to touch Simmone, he needed to feel Simmone, he needed to... There was the loud rattle of the key in the lock and the door banged back on its hinges. Chris staggered in. "Wotcha mate, dead in here, i'nit?" He made a fairly straight attempt at the sofa and flopped down next to Chris." "Huh, couple of mates down at t'pub. Yer should've come." Daniel would not have wanted to—had he been asked. The pub was all right some evenings but not too often. Drowning his sorrows was not his way. He preferred to face them—or at least sit and brood about Simmone. To be honest it was not just Simmone. He looked at other tall girls. That, though, was his lust and Simmone did enjoy the poll position—a head above the competition. "It's that bleedin' Simon i'nit? Watcha want is something to knock her down to size—to see yer. A quick thwack behind the knees should do it." He laughed. It was true. Simmone just did not see him. Just a short nobody at the office. He needed something to 'thwack' her behind the knees. Chris went for a can from the 'fridge and switched on the TV. By the time 'Star Trek—the Next Generation' was finished Chris was fast asleep. Daniel thought of getting up to switch it off and go to bed but that required movement and he could not be bothered. The next programme started. Daniel was hardly listening but the word 'hypnotism' caught his ear and his attention came back to the television. It was a very formal highbrow discussion. Not an obvious something to schedule right after 'Star Trek' but 'The Next Generation' seemed a late night filler for any time of night. The debate revolved around the degree to which hypnotism could work, its efficacy, its practical application, the benefit in enabling people to stop smoking, cure fears of flying or the dentist and its wrongful application. It was the latter that particularly caught Daniel's interest. Could he hypnotise Simmone? He could hardly swing a pocket watch in front of her and ask her to follow it with her eyes. She might, just possibly, spot what he was trying to achieve. No things needed to be a lot more subtle. Not so much a 'thwack' across the back of the knees as the repeated application of a feather to make her crumple. He very much wanted her to crumple. Daniel left Chris snoring on the sofa, feeling much happier and with a plan in mind. Plans made at two a.m. in the morning do not look so feasible, well thought out or, sometimes, even remotely sensible in the cold light of a morning. How could Daniel introduce the 'suggestive medium' before providing the commands? The idea of 'commands' excited him though he was not sure he would rather be commanded. He certainly had a recurring fantasy of being Simmone's plaything. Sent to do this, fetch that, bring that but so often naked with his cock available for her ready use. Simmone would reward him or use him in a casual manner. A particular favourite was being used to bring her to climax after her big (tall) lover had failed. He visualized her lying naked on her bed, sweaty and frustrated with her thighs lolling open, semen dripping from her looking reproachfully at her big (tall) lover all spent and useless (soft) as she commanded Daniel to finish her off. Sometimes he would imagine himself simply lying on top of her and sinking into her already well-lubricated vagina, slippery from her failed lover's exertions. Daniel would come fiercely, his cock puddling his stomach. Other times he would be commanded to go down on her as if she relished making him taste her lover's spendings. Daniel knew he was reacting to her ignoring him, developing this into her humiliating him in his mind. He did not want that, he wanted a proper relationship with Simmone or, failing that, he wanted her as his plaything—though, he could admit to himself, he would settle for the humiliation if it meant he saw her naked and could have sex with her. The local library did not help him. Yes, there were books on hypnosis but nothing on how to approach the subject surreptitiously. Daniel was not greatly surprised. Internet research, though, was more fruitful. Dr. Abe Krugrander's research into intermittent light patterns as a conditioning method caught his eye. He read avidly. The idea that different subjects were susceptible to different frequencies or intervals of light pulses was believable. It was also not surprising that the difference between migraine inducing patterns and hypnotic patterns was not great. Dr Abe did not say that the effect was in any way total control rather it opened the subject to suggestion and the implanting of ideas. This was a pity, as Daniel certainly had had thoughts of instant control. He had fantasised sitting across the desk from a blank-eyed Simmone and carefully saying, "You will visit me tonight for dinner. First you will take a long hot bath perfumed with sandalwood then you will don your long white coat and yellow shoes—but nothing else. You will drive to my flat and knock on the door. When I ask whether I may take your coat you will accept and not be at all perturbed at being naked with me over dinner. Afterwards you will become excited and do your utmost to seduce me." Usually the fantasy did not get too far beyond this point—just the image in his mind of those long legs rising to their termination revealed as Simmone unbelted her coat and handed it to him was enough to make Daniel explode in his hand. Getting so far as to sit opposite her and chat whilst her sweet little breasts bobbed about over her salad was rare and actually to reach the point of imagining sex was something that virtually never happened. It was of course all in his imagination. He did not know what her breasts looked like, let alone what nestled between her small hips. Daniel set about trying the idea of hypnotic pulses of light. A low level flashing LED with a variable controller was not actually that difficult to make after examining electronics catalogues, visiting Maplin and making some Internet orders. It had to look unobtrusive and normal. It would not do for some obviously strange gizmo to be sitting on his desk pointing at Simmone and flashing lights. Colleagues would ask about it, Simmone would ask about it, his boss would tell him to take it away. It sat on his computer, a dim LED facing away from Daniel but directly at Simmone, on its other side a clock face accurately telling the time and pointing at Daniel. Daniel's problem was to find the frequency for Simmone—if it worked at all of course—and do it without her complaining about the flashing light. That was why it was quite dim, he was concerned that this might affect its efficacy. It would have to be trial and error. He was patient, more patient than most would have been, gently adjusting the frequency in the morning and at lunchtime hoping to see an effect. There was none on the first day, none on the second, none a fortnight later, none a month later but still he made adjustments. He still had hopes that really she liked him despite her seeming to ignore him - unless she had to speak to him. That was dashed one afternoon when he overheard a conversation referring to 'that little creep Daniel always watching me,' and the reply 'you should speak to HR.' Daniel was shocked to find he was so obvious and worse to discover Simmone's attitude. He was in a cold sweat wondering what he should do, Rejection and possible investigation coming at him all at once. He thought of taking his clock away, though she had never mentioned it, never commented on the light always winking at her. Days passed in which he was careful to hardly glance at Simmone. Nothing happened after all but it had been a shock. It was the morning before the May Bank Holiday weekend when he looked up from his work and saw Simmone sitting there at her desk looking pale, "You OK, Simmone?" he said with real concern. "No, no Daniel I have a blinding headache I think I'll go and lie down." She got up and swayed away. He heard later she had gone home with a migraine. "Oh, yes I have those," Cathy had said from a few desks along to Maggie, "but Simmone says she's never had one before." A tentative smile of triumph spread over Daniel's face. Perhaps, just perhaps, his LED device, his suggestive medium, was working after all. He carefully adjusted the frequency a little further. His excitement to see what would happen Tuesday morning spoilt the long weekend. He had wanted it over. "I hope your headache's better," he had said to Simmone pleasantly. "Um, yes thanks," was all the reply he got for his concern. Simmone did not get a headache that morning but, on the other hand, she did not look any different from any other day. However a further slight adjustment brought a change in the afternoon. Daniel glanced up in the afternoon and saw Simmone shaking her head as if trying to ward off sleep. He looked back at his work. Was it working? Simmone was sitting there looking a bit puzzled as if she could not quite focus, could not quite get on with her work but did not know why. "You all right Simmone?" He'd asked, "Shall I get you something, a cup of tea." "Sort of. Think so. I don't like tea." Daniel risked trying a suggestion, "surely you do like tea." "No, don't think so." "Yes you do, shall I get you a cup?" "Please, but I don't think I do." He was back with the cup fairly quickly and round at her desk he could see the LED flashing and her eyes coming back to it. She sipped. "Is that OK?" "Thanks." He left her and after a few minutes back at his desk switched the LED to a different pattern. Enough for one day he thought. The next morning about ten thirty he got up, looked across at Simmone and asked if she would like a cup of tea. She looked startled, "I don't much like tea, Daniel, so no thanks." "You did yesterday." "Not much." "You sure?" "Well, if you're making one." Daniel was sure the suggestion and therefore his, or Dr. Abe's idea, was working — but slowly. He reinforced it over the next few days and was delighted to note a change in her habit. The Nescafe jar was replaced by a box of tea bags. Daniel was not sure if he had got quite the right frequency and tried a further slight increase when Simmone was away from her desk. He gave her a few minutes to settle when she returned and then looked up and saw she was staring fixedly at his machine. For a moment he was worried it had finally annoyed her but she did not say anything. "You all right today, Simmone?" Her reply in rather a monotone was encouraging, in fact very encouraging, "Yes, thank you, Daniel." Her fixed stare did not change. What was Daniel to say next? He had no idea of the strength of what he had now achieved, whether Simmone was actually open to more significant suggestion or anything. "Why don't you talk to me more?" he asked from the heart. "I don't really like you Daniel, I try not to talk to you." The reply was a blow but undoubtedly truthful. Daniel's heart leapt — his machine certainly was working. "I really would like it if you did talk to me more, it would make work here better." He did not know how far to push this, could he instruct her? "Please do speak to me more." He went back to his work and a few minutes later looked up again. Simmone hadn't moved. It was lucky in a modern office that people do stare at computer screens or the lack of movement might have been noticed. He adjusted the LED away from the carefully noted frequency that seemed to show success. After a few moments he heard movement but he did not look up. Later that afternoon he was startled to hear a voice behind him. "Nice clock, Daniel," Simmone had said — she had actually spoken to him without him initiating the exchange. Daniel left the office a little before Simmone. Actually he had not really left. He liked to wait sometimes in the foyer reading until she left so he could follow her a little down the street fantasising about her long legs. She was in a skirt today, sitting well above her knee so there was a lot of leg to look at. He followed, watching her bottom sway a little in her skirt, the tight muscles moving, her brown smooth thighs at work and the backs of her knees bending and straightening. She turned right; he turned left at the junction. It was always a pleasant few minutes only marred that day by the tall young man who had joined Simmone and put his arm around her waist — the waist Daniel wanted to put his arm own around — and worse, had patted her bottom. But this did not annoy him as much as it would have done any other day because his plan did seem to be starting to work. He was unsure how to proceed. He would have to be careful. Not move too fast. It would be a disaster if he made a suggestion, which startled her from her trance or she did not go along with when the crunch came. He rejected ideas such as getting her to work late, finding it too hot and deciding, as no-one was there (apart from Daniel and surely he would not mind being so nice,) to work in the 'altogether' or suggesting they go for a walk in the park and asking him to put the sun cream on her legs. Back at the flat Daniel had hardly got in, was still thinking of what suggestions to make, when Chris asked him if he wanted to go down the pub. Of course he didn't really want to go, he wanted to think, but was persuaded. He was totally unprepared for the shock of Simmone coming into his local with her boyfriend. He did not think she lived nearby and there was no obvious reason for her to be there, but he could hardly miss her as she came into the pub. His eyes never missed a tall girl and he did not miss 'his' girl coming in. Their eyes met, she saw him, looked surprised but came over to talk. He hardly knew what to say but Chris was never lost for words — even if they were not the right ones. "Yer must be Simon, Daniel's told me a lot about yer." Daniel had blushed bright crimson. What a total disaster. "All nice I hope," she had laughed but given him an odd look before going back to her friend. Tallness of Simmone Ch. 01 Simmone had spoken to him but Chris had blundered in and revealed he talked about her — a lot. Disaster time. She continued to look at him oddly the next day at work too — but did, at least speak to him but it was not an easy question, "Why do you keep looking at me, why had you talked to your friend about me?" Daniel made a rather jumbled reply about talking a lot and he didn't think he particularly looked at her. It was unsatisfactory and he had quickly scuttled back to his desk pretending to be very busy - though not so busy as to fail to turn the machine on. He heard her come back to her seat and waited quite a few minutes before risking glancing up. She was in her trance. Daniel took a deep breath. "Simmone, I don't think you want to worry about me looking at you or talking about you. You don't need to worry about that at all. I'm harmless. Not a worry to you, really not a worry to you at all." The change was not dramatic and only just noticeable, perhaps only to Daniel who was desparate to see a softening of Simmone's attitude to him. Of course he reinforced it. Every other day he quietly told her, as she sat there rather blankly, how harmless he was, that he was not a worry to her and that, moreover, he was a friend she could trust, really trust. The change was slow and subtle but colleagues did pick up on it and were surprised. They had not missed Daniel's interest or Simmone's irritation and were surprised at the rapprochement and occasional laughter of a shared joke. They talked amongst themselves, as office gossips will. Simmone's disappearance for a holiday with her boyfriend was not good for Daniel. He worried the conditioning would wear off; he certainly did not like the idea of Simmone being away with another man and, of course, he missed her. This is not to say he did not look at other girls — especially tall girls — while she was away. Simmone clearly had a lovely time and brought a CD of holiday photos in to show her friends—though not Daniel. Leaving the CD on her desk whilst she went to lunch was a bit careless or reckless. Daniel did not miss it sitting there and quietly borrowed it for a quick burn. Within minutes he had a copy and the CD was returned. Daniel did not risk restarting the conditioning on Simmone's first day back. That could wait. He had a CD of photographs to look through. He could hardly contain his excitement. It was an enjoyable evening for Daniel going through Simmone's holiday photos. Yes, he was jealous of the boyfriend—but he put that to one side—he was able to see a very different Simmone away from work and the office. A Simmone on the beach, a Simmone at the restaurant, a Simmone sightseeing, a Simmone water skiing. Daniel took in for the first time the full length of her long legs right from sandy toes to bikini bottoms. He ogled her long thighs and wondered if the skin was not so brown under the bikini. He was also able to see, and these were not pictures Simmone had showed to her colleagues, Simmone topless on the beach. Indeed Daniel was seeing a lot more of Simmone than he had could have hoped before. Digital images can be zoomed into surprising close up and these photos had been taken at quite a high resolution. Daniel could zoom in closer to Simmone than he had ever dared be—and not just to her face. He could zoom in to see the droplets of water on her chest from swimming, the fine hairs on her long legs or where the thin material of her bikini ended and the soft skin of her legs appeared. The discovery of the topless pictures quite took his breath away. It was clear she did not normally go topless as her little breasts - and they were not very big—were quite white compared to the rest of her though, and Daniel zoomed right in here, her nipples and areolae were a light coffee colour. Poor Daniel was rock hard as he gazed at one picture where beads of perspiration stood out on her chest and Simmone looked coyly at the camera, which was angled from a little below, emphasising her height. Judicious editing resulted in a perfect image for his laptop's wallpaper. Not of course his work laptop—he could not imagine the embarrassment of that image being discovered on his machine and to have his colleagues and Simmone all staring at him. There were no improper pictures on the disk. Daniel had wondered, as he discovered the topless pictures, whether he might find some intimate shots or a video but he was to be disappointed. The CD contained only normal and proper holiday shots. The LED began to flash again the next afternoon. "I'm glad you had a great holiday," said Daniel, "I'd have liked to have seen your photos. Why didn't you show them to me?" Simmone was staring blankly at the LED. "I didn't think you'd be interested. They were just holiday snaps." Daniel was pleased—the response to the machine had been immediate. He was relieved; the reason she had not shown him the pictures was not that she did not want to show them to him. That would have been her attitude before he had started the conditioning. His suggestions, his changing of her attitudes had not worn off over the holiday. "You know I am to be trusted, quite harmless to you, someone you don't have to worry about, a friend, a good friend." Simmone no longer seemed to mind when she caught him looking at her. Instead of a frown he got a friendly smile or perhaps she would begin talking. It was so much better than before. It was difficult sometimes not to look, such as when the team had visited the pub to celebrate Ally's birthday and Simmone had sat on a bar stool. Her skirt was surprisingly short that day and from Daniel's position the length of brown nylon clad thigh revealed was considerable. He was not alone in the pub in noticing—her legs caught the interest of just about every man present. Daniel had tried not to stare but his eyes kept being drawn back to Simmone's legs, the way her muscles flowed under her skin shaping what he saw, their remarkable length, the way the nylon stretched over her knee cap so it appeared a lighter colour just there and the way she swung her shoe on her toes as she talked to her friend, Ally. It was difficult to keep involved in the conversation at his table with such distraction. He looked up again and Simmone caught his eye, smiled and waved at him. It was so different from before; Ally turned and looked at him with a puzzled expression. The routine of conditioning continued each day, though only for a short while each time. He was careful with Simmone. Daniel had no idea of the effect of extended exposure to the blinking light and his voice. Dr. Abe was not greatly enlightening as to what Daniel could find to read. He wondered how far the good doctor had got with his own experiments? Tallness of Simmone Ch. 02 2. Opportunity for Daniel "Daniel, Ally isn't around this lunchtime - I wondered if you could do something for me? Are you free?" "Anything." He thought; but replied, "Yes, of course, what do you want me to do?" "I want to try on some clothes and I want a second opinion." Daniel was delighted and excited. His approach of trying to develop Simmone's trust in him was working. Her friend Ally not being around, she had instead chosen him. He tagged along happily. It was of course disappointing not being in the changing room or changing cubicle with her but that would have been rather odd. He would like to have seen her in her bra and knickers - very much indeed. Daniel was however more than content with Simmone nipping in and out of the changing room showing him blouse after blouse, trousers after trousers, skirt after skirt. Not having experience of women he was amazed by the bother she took choosing the right item. It was certainly something he would not dream of doing. He would go into a shop, pick what he liked as quickly as he could, pay and be off. He had better things to do than shop - though helping Simmone shop was quite a different matter. He did his best to be objective and helpful. "Too baggy" (that got a pout - what had he said wrong?), "the colour doesn't suit you" (a frown), "that looks lovely" ("it looks awful"), "I like that" ("I don't"), "Pretty pattern" ("maybe"). The best bit came with Simmone trying on a longish white linen shirt. Daniel commented favourably (he hadn't seen the price) when Simmone had said that it would look really good in the summer pulled up and tied below her bust. She was obviously wistfully thinking back to her summer holiday. She pulled the shirt up and tied it, as she had described, leaving her midriff exposed. Daniel stared at her exposed tummy and prettily tucked in tummy button. The skin was so flawlessly smooth and still with its golden brown from the holiday. "Well?" "Yes, perfect - multipurpose, summer or winter, looks great on you, Simmone," he gabbled. She seemed pleased and it was one of the things she bought. The conditioning continued. Just a little bit every other day. The flashing light and the reinforcement. "You can trust me Simmone, even with your personal thoughts. I am quite safe. You can talk to me about your personal thoughts - about your worries, about your boyfriend, about sex." Daniel had been a bit worried when the last few words came out. He had not meant to go so far so quickly but there was not a flicker of dissent: just a blank listening. Simmone spent more time chatting to Daniel than she used to. Or, more accurately, she spent quite a bit of time chatting with Daniel: before the conditioning she used to spend no time at all chatting to Daniel. "I'm going to a party Saturday, Daniel." Was she asking him? Surely not - what about her boyfriend? His heart leapt unwisely. "Some friends have asked us..." Daniel knew what the 'us' meant and it didn't include him. "... it's a fancy dress party." "What pirates, spacemen, 1970s, celebs?" "No, vicars and tarts." "Ah," said Daniel, "the easy one for the blokes and the potentially embarrassing one for the girls." "You've got to look sexy, but I don't see that as embarrassing." Simmone obviously saw things a little differently from Daniel. "Right." "So what do you think I should wear?" Daniel almost choked on his mug of tea, "You want my advice? My advice on how to dress as a tart?" "I prefer sexy to tart. I was thinking of a naughty nurse outfit, you know suspenders and a skimpy uniform..." Oh yes, Daniel certainly did and he could easily envisage Simmone in the uniform. Her long legs clad in black stockings, the exposed skin at the top of her long, strong thighs just peaking out beneath a short white skirt, the plunging neckline and the little white cap on her head. He was getting hard. "... but Ally's doing that." Daniel would like to see that. Ally wasn't that tall but she wasn't that short either. "I liked the idea of the suspenders," she said. "Yes," said Daniel, "just the thing for your long legs." He was momentarily in a panic - should he have said that? Simmone smiled at the probable compliment, "a girl has to make the best of her assets and I can hardly wow everyone with my little boobs." "I wouldn't say that." He was unsure if he should comment on those. Certainly he was surprised at what Simmone was saying, how she was confiding in him her rather personal thoughts - his process really was working, she was trusting him. "They're not that little." He reddened, but thought it best to keep going. "Why don't you keep the suspenders but go for white with white stockings, that would be different from Ally. Go for a short skirt but one which only just shows the suspenders when you bend a little - a hint and a glimpse is much sexier than an eye-full." Simmone was laughing. "Quite the expert aren't you, Daniel! But I see what you mean. Virginal white but not! I could wear the white shirt I bought the other day." "Yes, tied up to show your tummy, as you tried out." Daniel was really pleased how things were going - slow but sure progress towards, well, some very interesting experiences he thought. He was not sure whether to change the conditioning, add to it. Later. as she sat there under the influence, he asked whether she thought he was attractive. One of the problems of the machine, or virtues depending on how you looked at it was that Simmone answered questions honestly. "Not to me. You're OK looking but not attractive. Certainly too short. I'd feel ridiculous with you." The conditioning changed to include the predictable, "You do not find me unattractive." Daniel did not push it. He did not suggest Simmone found him irresistible or became wet just looking at him. Daniel was doing well with the machine and he was not going to chance his luck. Slowly but surely he was moving forward. The day of the party arrived and Simmone asked Daniel to do something for her. "I've got to stay quite late working so I can't go home and change. Could you act as my lookout, my guard on a meeting room door so I can change?" Daniel was happy to oblige. Of course he would prefer to have helped her change but she could do that by herself! Virtually everybody had actually gone home so the need to guard the door was probably unnecessary. Daniel lounged outside, thinking of a nearly naked Simmone the other side of the door. The door opened and Simmone appeared. "Well, what do you think?" "Objective achieved," he said. He had the approval to look Simmone up and down - and he did. "With, or without the bra?" She said. Under the white shirt Simmone clearly was not wearing a bra. It was not transparent - linen is not - but it moulded around her little breasts and the shape of her nipples was quite distinct. "Er," said Daniel. She really was treating him as if he was a close girlfriend, someone she trusted. His scheme was very clearly succeeding. "Well, it rather depends on the effect. Your... your breasts are a bit, a bit defined like that so it does, as I say, depend on the effect you want." "And if I undo this button?" Simmone's cleavage was revealed more than he had ever seen before and at his eye level. He stared. "Yes, well that certainly gives an effect!" "Perhaps you are right about the bra." She turned going back into the room undoing her shirt buttons as she did so and slipped the shirt off. Through the doorway Daniel could see Simmone's back, naked above her short white skirt. A picture he could before only have dreamt of seeing. Those incredibly long legs going up and up into that short white skirt and then her back, brown and naked! She lent forward to pick her bra from the table and Daniel had a double glimpse, an oblique view of a naked breast and just a hint of creamy thighs between white stockings and skirt - white stockings held up by suspenders no less. Simmone pulled on the bra, turning to Daniel as she did it up at the back. Through the white laciness Daniel could discern brown nipples. He swallowed hard.. Simmone put on the shirt. "Better?" "I think it's more subtle. The suspenders work so well - sexy if I may use the word. You don't want to overdo it. Understated was the idea." "Oh - you saw." "As you bent a little - it works perfectly." "Good aren't they?" Simmone looked at him sideways as she slowly lifted the hem of her skirt showing the suspender belt and frilly white panties. "Simmone you're making me blush!" She laughed and dropped her skirt. "Daniel you've been really kind helping me with this." She packed away her things and put on her coat. "Well, off to the party. See you Monday." And she gave him a peck of a kiss on the cheek. Daniel stood staring after her as those long white nylon clad legs headed for the lift. His plan was going well - very well indeed. Where would it lead? Beyond the suspender belt he hoped! The party apparently went well and Simmone was very pleased with the success of her outfit. She told Daniel all about it. What others had worn, what people had said, what music was played - she even confided about what happened between her and her boyfriend when they got back to his flat. Daniel listened in amazement as Simmone described how she had been bent over the bed, skirt thrown up onto her back, white panties pulled down to her knees and Wilf had taken her there and then. "Ooh, that was a bit personal. I don't know why I said that. I just find I talk away to you and feel I can tell you anything. You don't mind? You're not upset?" The only thing Daniel was upset about was not having been the man doing the rogering work. He could imagine, in his mind's eye, Simmone bent over, panting, her pink bottom exposed, wet and ready to be penetrated - phew! Having Simmone talk about sex was a long way from actually having sex with her. Daniel was not sure what his next step should be. The complication, of course, was Wilf - he was around and not under any sort of control. Even if Daniel got into Simmone's flat and into bed with her there was the risk Wilf would turn up. Daniel wanted to avoid any sort of scene, possibility of embarrassment or, worse, violence. He imagined himself naked with Simmone in her flat, she lying across the dining room table - if she had a dining room table - her long, long legs wrapped around his back pulling him hard into her wet sex, her small breasts pointing at the ceiling, her body covered in a sheen of perspiration; and then, just at the blissful feeling of release, the point reached when an inevitable pulsing of semen into her would begin, the horror of the door opening behind him. The panic of him turning, Simmone's legs unlocking themselves from around his buttocks, his cock disengaging, turning to face an incredulous Wilf standing, hands on hips in the doorway, staring at the two of them. Daniel imagined himeself, with his cock sticking up in the air, wet from Simmone's vagina and still vibrating from its sudden withdrawal, aghast, unable to stop the spurting arching into the air towards the enraged boyfriend. Not an image to bring him to climax in bed, not a restful image or a scene he wanted to come to pass at all. Daniel needed to get Simmone away from the possibility of Wilf interrupting: or, alternatively, find a way of bringing Wilf under the control of his machine. Difficult to engineer, as he did not know the man, much less have the opportunity to set up the machine and issue his suggestions steadily over time. The idea, though, had some appeal and his mind wandered as he thought of the possibilities. He could help Simmone when Wilf came too soon (and he hoped he did) - "Oh Daniel, Wilf's premature ejaculation problem's struck again - could you come round and finish me off." Perhaps sharing their bed - "Oh Daniel, we've always been interested in threesomes. Why don't you come round for the weekend." Helping out when Wilf was away. "Oh Daniel, Wilf's away on business. I'm feeling so hot. Would you come round and suck me?" The last idea was his favourite. Not only Simmone on his own but also the idea of kneeling between those long, long legs as she stood over him, his head tilted back and his tongue exploring those wet, musky folds. He certainly came to that image! A chance presented itself; one not engineered by Daniel at all. It just happened. A requirement for them to attend a conference 'Up North.' Chris had been amused. "Yer goin' t'conference with Simon. Staying at conference centre wiv her? No chance, yer won't git anywhere." Daniel had no particular plan in mind - he just hoped something would turn up which he could turn to his advantage. He packed the machine. It had been in regular use reinforcing the idea in Simmone's mind that she did not find him unattractive, indeed going a little further to suggest she found him, actually, rather attractive... in a sexual way. She had not reacted to this suggestion, not broken out of her trance, just sat motionless staring at the light. Daniel did not think he had over done it. To start with it was a good journey up the motorway driving the hired car with Simmone beside him. Daniel was as happy as he had been in a long, long time. She was as friendly as could be, chatting away as if he was her best friend - so different from a few weeks ago when there would have been an awkward and frosty silence. They had started early afternoon in winter sunshine and had escaped London reasonably quickly. The driving was good and the roads fairly quiet. It did, though, seem to get dark rather quickly even for winter. "It's going to rain," remarked Simmone. She was wrong. As they left the motorway network the snow started, gentle at first then increasing. It made the driving tiring for Daniel constantly having the snow flying towards him but he also noticed the deepening snow and the driving becoming more difficult. "I don't like this," he said honestly, "the next stretch takes us up and over the moors. We don't want to get caught stuck up there." Daniel did not envisage a freezing night stuck in a snowdrift with Simmone as being particularly to be desired. He could imagine they would have to huddle together for warmth but doubted it would be enjoyable or something that would promote a closer relationship. He did not think in such a situation even he would be interested in anything beyond keeping warm and wishing the night over. The lights of an hotel caught his eye. "Let's see if we can stop here for the night." Out of the car it was freezing and the snow falling hard. Daniel hurried across the whitened tarmac, trying not to fall over, to the reception before returning a few minutes later. He was looking pleased. He was not sure what they would have done if there had not been room. The night did not look clever at all. "We're in luck they do still have space." He paused. The hotel was not quite full but there was only one double room left. "Not perfect. But given the night... I'll sleep on the floor... there's just the one room." Simmone looked surprised and momentarily worried but then, "if it had been anyone else but you, Daniel. Except Wilf, of course!" She did not seem at all concerned. Daniel was delighted. The opportunity had surely arrived. Daniel felt slightly unnerved when they undid the door and stepped into the hotel room with its double bed and each put their case down. He opened the wardrobe, "Oh relief, spare blankets!" Simmone looked around, "not a bad room. What's the bathroom like? Bath's a bit short." The bath didn't look short to Daniel but he could imagine they often were for Simmone. She would need a really long bath to lie out flat. He visualised her lying there, little breasts with those brown nipples just poking above the foam - the bath had to have foam in it of course - her blond curls - unless she shaved that is - mixed with the foam and those long legs going on and on down the bath. He imagined being asked to wash her legs, lifting one up all foamy and slippery, glancing down at the join of her legs but seeing little because of the foam, and rubbing the soap onto those brown thighs. He was hard, very hard, standing day dreaming right next to Simmone. "I think I'll have a bath, if you don't mind. Freshen me up after the journey." Daniel didn't mind and sat on the bed listening to the water running and imagining Simmone undressing. He rather hoped she would come out just wearing a large bath towel but not surprisingly she got dressed in the bathroom. It wasn't a bad meal in the restaurant and they shared a bottle of Rioja. The awful weather and what on Earth they would have done had the hotel been full dominated the early conversation. Talking had been easy in the restaurant but it all became rather more difficult when it was time for bed. A matter of embarrassment even for Daniel. He had implanted general suggestions but that did not mean it would lead anywhere in particular. He wondered if he should try and give Simmone a dose of the machine before bed but was not sure how to get her to watch the flashing light. It did seem strange going into the room together. Simmone seemed suddenly subdued. "Well," she said, "well here we are. You sure you'll be OK on the floor?" For a moment Daniel wondered what she was suggesting then she blushed. "Oh, I didn't mean... I meant I could sleep on the floor, if you like." Daniel laughed with her. "No, no hardly gentlemanly." "If it had been anyone than you, Daniel, this would have been really bad." And she kissed him on the cheek. "Well, bedtime." She gathered some things from her bag and disappeared into the bathroom. Coming out again gave Daniel a very pleasant surprise. Her night attire was a very short, white cotton nightie with a big red heart across the chest. Just seeing her in such a little outfit was a joy to him. He looked away but as she passed him he turned to watch her bare feet and long brown legs cross the carpet to the bed. Her slim hips and small bottom were clearly moulded by the thin white material and he caught a glimpse of bottom cheek as she swung herself into bed. As he cleaned his teeth in the bathroom it came to him that he did not have any pyjamas. He normally slept in his tee shirt or nothing at all. Well, if he left his tee shirt on that would be OK but he should have thought ahead - how? This was totally unexpected. He stripped and showered, all the time thinking of Simmone in her little cotton nightie just feet from him. He desperately wanted to touch her. As he soaped he lightly stroked his rigid penis. He was tempted to climax there and then thinking of her but that seemed very much the wrong thing to do with her so close, so he dried himself and put his tee shirt back on. He glanced down. His cock was very obviously pushing the material forward. He put his trousers on as well to hide the erection. Out of the bathroom he walked to his makeshift bed before glancing at Simmone. "Lights out?" "Please." He removed his trousers in the dark and settled down. It wasn't too bad though he would so much have preferred to be in bed with Simmone. "Funny old day," she said. It didn't seem Simmone was quite ready for sleep. They chatted for a little while in the dark before she said, "Is it hard?" Daniel's eyes opened wide in the blackness of the room but Simmone realised her double entendre. "The floor - is it hard?" "They generally are," he said dryly, "it's OK." There was silence for at time. "You sure it's OK? I don't like to think of you uncomfortable. It's quite a big double bed. If you put the pillows down the middle." Daniel was not going to refuse the offer. The floor was not exactly comfortable even with carpet on it. He was not used to camping. Tallness of Simmone Ch. 02 "If you don't mind?" "No. I wouldn't have said it if..." Daniel picked his clothes and pillow and felt his way round to the free side of the bed. It was probably him knocking into the chair that caused Simmone to put the light on to help him. It caught him with his still very obvious erection pushing out the front of his tee shirt. There was no way Simmone could miss seeing it, though Daniel was quick to lean forward to try and hide it as he stuffed the pillows into the bed between where he would sleep and Simmone lay. Simmone was quiet as Daniel got in his side of the bed. "Night," he said. "I... I didn't mean... I shouldn't have turned the light on...I..." Daniel knew what she meant. "It doesn't matter. It's OK." "If you like... it must be difficult to settle and sleep like, like that. I, now Wilf... if you like, I could..." Daniel was suddenly very interested. What could she do? "I could..." she giggled a bit in embarrassment, "... you know ease the swelling, stroke you 'til... Daniel, would you like me to wank you?" Daniel would very much indeed! "It can't be easy for you in a room with a young woman. I know how Wilf is and what he needs. Would you like me to? It isn't easy is it?" "No - I mean yes. Yes please, if that's OK with you, it would help me sleep." And the rest - he thought. His planning was at last coming together. The bedside light was still on as Simmone sat up and pulled the covers back from Daniel down to his waist. Even hidden by the cotton of his tee shirt his erect penis was clear in outline under the material. "I do this a lot for Wilf, you see," said Simmone by way of explanation, "when I don't feel like or can't, you know..." Her hand moved towards him, her fingers stroked the raised material right down the ridge of his cock. "Is that OK?" Was it OK? Just a bit more than OK, Daniel thought. This was a dream - a wet dream - come true! He would have to be careful not to come too soon, he wanted to enjoy this for as long as he possibly could. This was something he had never experienced before. Simmone's hand slipped under the material and a finger very lightly stroked the wrinkled skin of his scrotum. It made his cock twitch. A warm hand cupped his balls and lightly squeezed. "It is funny how sensitive these are - how painful it is for men if these little things are knocked or squashed." For an awful moment Daniel thought Simmone had been teasing him. Teasing him for weeks into thinking he was taking some control of her and now with his testes in her hand was about to pay him back very painfully indeed: but the momentary panic passed as his balls were released and her fingers touched the skin of his penis at its base. A single finger traced the raised ridge up towards the join with the head before sliding downwards again. She pulled his tee shirt up and over his tummy fully exposing his cock. She smiled. "You boys are so funny, your little penises get so big when you are excited and then, when you come, they just go away so quickly." Her fingers circled Daniel's cock a little below the head and began to stroke his foreskin up and down. "Is this what you like, Daniel?" He nodded hardly able to believe this was happening. No girl had ever touched him there before much less stroked him in such a purposeful way. This was not at all how he had expected it to be. He had thought he would have touched Simmone first not she him, but he was not complaining. He had not yet had the opportunity to touch Simmone, not yet had the chance to run his hand up and up those long legs but he was sure this would come. He was quite content with what was happening. "You're leaking a bit," said Simmone conversationally. He was, clear fluid was appearing at the tip of his penis and running back towards his tummy. Simmone touched a finger to it and ran it gently around the tip of his penis before rubbing it down the ever so sensitive frenum. She squeezed the shaft and a little more welled up. Simmone glanced at Daniel and winked as she rubbed it around the head with her finger. "All your own lubricant. Is that nice?" She began moving the foreskin back and forth over the now wet cockhead. It was a lovely feeling for Daniel. He almost closed his eyes but it was so good watching Simmone's slender fingers at work. She was lying propped up on one elbow looking at his cock and her hand working it. The covers were still over her but the shoulders of her nightie were exposed and Daniel could see the start of the swell of her small breasts. He would like to have touched them but there had been no invitation and he did not think that was in the deal - yet. "How far do you think you'll spurt, Daniel? I do like watching Wilf spurt. Why is that do you think? I got it all over his face once - can you believe that? It's so easy to talk to you Daniel. You know I don't feel at all embarrassed doing this to you - just glad to help you out." Simmone held Daniel's cock just below the head with his foreskin fully retracted, the head fully revealed and slowly rubbed the ball of her thumb across the sensitive underside, across the frenum, massaging the wetness, that had flowed from him, into his skin. She moved a little closer to him so she could hold his balls in her other hand. Daniel just lay there staring at Simmone's hands, loving the feeling of being held and the care with which she was bringing him to climax. She was being very gentle now conscious he was not far from coming, seeking to keep him in the pleasurable 'almost there' state. Very gently, with a plucking motion, her fingers pulled at the loose skin of his foreskin as the end of his penis pressed into the palm of her hand. She teased the skin up once more to half cover the head. "Wilf's circumcised you know." Daniel didn't. "I don't know which I like the best, the plum at the end always exposed and ready: or secret, like yours, only creeping out when there are things to be done. Shiny and full or hidden away like this, shiny and full or hidden away, shiny and full or hidden away..." She was moving him now, her soft voice getting faster as she moved the skin back and forth, "...shiny and full or hidden away, shiny and..." Daniel clamped his teeth together as the electric tightening began. As Simmone said "full" the first pulse of his orgasm shot from his penis. "Good boy, keep coming for Simmone." And of course he did, puddling onto his tummy as well as odd strands being caught up on Simmone's fingers. That really was his semen sticky on her fingers! It was glorious just lying there not moving, not doing anything just emptying himself at Simmone's bidding. All too soon there was no more to come and Simmone's playful fingers slowed. "What a lot of stuff. You must have needed that Daniel!" She pulled a tissue from the box by the bed and began to mop his tummy. "You boys make such a sticky mess." It was pleasant for Daniel just to lie there and be cleaned, have his tummy dried, his shrinking penis lifted, dried and then squeezed to extract any semen still likely to dribble out. "Thank you, Simmone, I'm sure I'll sleep like a log now!" "That was the idea." She smiled at him fondly - or so it seemed to Daniel - was his machine really having such a remarkable effect? It did seem so. Simmone turned the bedside light out and Daniel lay there in the darkness, his head a pleasant drowsy whirl. What would happen next? Tallness of Simmone Ch. 03 3. Simmone has breakfast Daniel woke with a raging hard on, desperate for a pee. Without giving a moment's thought to where he was, he pulled the duvet off and blinked his eyes open. As he got his bearings he gathered rather fuzzily from the daylight seeping around the curtains that it was morning. He was contemplating drifting back into sleep when it came to him, with sudden force, just where he was and, moreover, who he was with. Indeed there was Simmone looking at him—looking at him and his exposed cock in the half dark of the hotel bedroom. "Still having trouble, I see," she said dryly. "Different reason," he said as he popped out of bed, penis bobbing under his tee shirt. It hardly seemed necessary to cover himself - given last night. Last night—what an event, what a success! He relieved himself and had a quick shower. Simmone had not moved when he came back into the room. "Tea or coffee, Simmone?" he said as he put the kettle on. "Tea please, Daniel. What time do we need to get to the conference?" He smiled at the request for tea wondering what other habits he should adjust. He glanced at his watch, "We'll have to skip breakfast providing..." He went to the window and pulled the curtains back letting the light pour in, not worrying too much that he had nothing on underneath his tee shirt. He wasn't trying to encourage modesty between them—quite the opposite. "...Providing we can get away which, looking at the snow and the lack of any movement on the road, is doubtful. I think we can have breakfast after all." He made the tea. "I rarely have much for breakfast," said Simmone as Daniel sat back on his side of the bed, "sometimes all I have is..." She giggled, "Really Daniel I don't know what it is about you that encourages me to say these things, I wouldn't even say it to Ally. Sometimes all I have is... No, I can't say it." Daniel looked puzzled. He sipped his hot tea, "Cup of tea, round of toast, glass of orange juice, biscuit?" "No, Daniel, sometimes..." and her eyes fell to Daniel's lap where his currently soft penis half poked out from under his tee shirt. All of a sudden he got her meaning. She blushed. His penis twitched and began to lengthen. "Sometimes I... I suck Wilf off in the morning. He wakes hard like you did and I just like... you know... I like holding him in my mouth and drinking him—his cum." Daniel couldn't help it, his penis just rose and rose, sticking up in the air as he sat there listening to Simmone and drinking his tea. "Sorry, Simmone," he said, "couldn't help that. Strong image you know!" He shrugged his shoulders apologetically but that was not what he was really thinking. He was hoping this might lead somewhere. "No, Daniel, my fault for mentioning it." She sipped her tea. " It's not surprising, I suppose, that it would have a different effect on you than Ally. I'll have to watch what I say!" "No, no not at all—I like you confiding in me, talking freely." He pulled the covers up over his erection, "there, problem solved or at least hidden away." They laughed. "Well I'm certainly going to have breakfast whether you join me or not. Wouldn't you like something?" Simmone agreed to join Daniel at the restaurant and they chatted away as they finished their tea. "Right," said Daniel getting out of bed. He had been careful, though really it was not difficult with Simmone sitting beside him in a thin cotton nightie, to keep his mind very much on sex so that when he stood up his penis was still hard. "I'll go and get..." "You're still hard, my fault" said Simmone, "I shouldn't have said... it's just I find it so easy to talk to you I say more than perhaps I should... but you don't mind do you? Shall I deal with it again?" Daniel put on a resigned look, "If you don't mind Simmone..." He sat back on the bed delighted. "Lie down then." She pulled his tee shirt up but instead of lying back in the bed, as the night before, she got up on her knees and bent over him. "Oh she's not, she's really going to..." He thought. But she was. Daniel caught a glimpse through her tee shirt neck of little breasts hanging, before the view was obscured by the top of Simmone's head and he felt her breath on the very end of his cock. There was a moment of glorious anticipation and then her lips touched. The first feel of a wet mouth on his cock was quite fantastic for Daniel, made the better because it was unusually warm due to the hot tea. It was not just the sense, the feeling that was wonderful but the knowledge that at last, incredibly, his cock was in gorgeous Simmone's mouth! Her mouth, so smooth and wet, just caressed the end of his cock with a gentle to and fro motion going no further than the end of the head. Daniel's breathing deepened as he lay back on the pillows with his eyes closed. Then he felt just the flutter of Simmone's tongue across the tip before she slid it down over his frenum to massage that most sensitive spot. The tongue slid back to the tip and seemed as if it was trying to burrow into the little slit. Daniel sighed. "Is that OK?" asked Simmone, her mouth leaving his penis for a moment. "You've done this before!" "Just a bit." Ever so slowly Simmone's lips slid down his cock, they passed the head and kept on going. Daniel's eyes opened but her hair obscured the view. How far was she taking it? He felt the back of her throat on his penis head and then she was sliding back up again. She kept at the rhythmic sliding up and down his penis. Daniel lay there enjoying the sensation. He was so pleased for the snow! Simmone's tongue lapped again, tickling the little hole and all around the sensitive head. Rather quicker than he wanted Daniel felt himself slipping over the point of no return, the tensing of the scrotum, the attempt to hold back and then the release, the outpouring of his semen into Simmone's mouth. He had not warned her - had not thought there was a need. Clearly she knew what was going to happen, had done it many times before and was more than happy for a man to do his thing in her mouth. In his mind he saw the ejaculation, the pulse from his penis, the white sticky stream around Simmone's tongue as she swirled it around her mouth and around the shiny bell end of his cock. And he could feel just that. Simmone was good to him, the lapping did not stop, the tongue did not cease to play as he came, jet after jet. Nor did she pull her head away straightaway but kept gently suckling his cock as it softened. And very clearly she had swallowed. Daniel opened his eyes and looked at the golden hair still lying across his chest and smiled happily to himself. At last he was enjoying sexual satisfaction with Simmone. He had not seen her naked, much less touched her or had intercourse. But there was time enough; this would now come, he was sure. The head rose and Simmone turned, smiling, to him. A very deliberate tongue tip moved from left to right across her top lip. "I could have a second breakfast now," she said. The weather was not good and there was no chance of moving forward to the conference or back home. They were stuck for a second night and moreover had a whole day to kill. They could have read the papers, only there was no delivery, so they watched the television news and morning television. That soon palled so they looked at the movies offered (at extra charge). One film killed time until lunch. Whilst things were going rather well, actually very well indeed, Daniel thought a bit of reinforcement would not hurt and so, early afternoon found his clock sitting winking on top of the television. He left Simmone watching the TV whilst he was in the bathroom and, coming out, found her staring blankly at the flashing light. Daniel was certainly impressed with its efficacy. "Simmone you trust me, I am kind to you and you are good to me, you find me increasingly attractive sexually and you do, you know, have a healthy need for sex. You just feel in need of sexual release when we are alone." He repeated his instructions. It was not that the handwork and oral sex was not good but Daniel wanted to see, touch and, of course, penetrate. He was not going to push matters—far better if it came from Simmone, albeit an influenced Simmone. The day followed its usual course and the afternoon found Daniel quietly reading a magazine but Simmone did not seem to be able to settle at anything. She was quite restless and, as Daniel noticed, flushed. He had asked her if she was 'all right?' and whether she was well. She had a little snapped her answer. She had said she was going to have a bath and Daniel had read on as the water ran and Simmone had what seemed to be a very long soak. When she came out she was wrapped in a bath towel. She sat on the bed and looked at Daniel. "Nice bath, feeling better?" He said looking at her. She shrugged her shoulders. From her face it looked as if she was trying to make her mind up about something, as if she was wrestling with a problem. She drew in her breath—it looked like a decision had been reached. "Daniel," she said, "you know how you felt and what I did to you - for you—last night?" He nodded. "I... I've been trying to... I'm missing Wilf. I've been trying to sort myself out in the bath but... but I think I need another's hands and fingers. I don't want to fuck, no that would not be fair on Wilf but... but Daniel would you be kind and stroke me, rub me, make me come please?" Daniel wished he could have seen Simmone playing with herself in the bath, her hand buried between her long legs. That would have been really good but what he was being offered was hardly a second best. He was being offered the chance—no, opportunity—not just to take a quick surreptitious glance at her body but to do much more, to intimately examine and feel her—everywhere. And she was offering, moreover asking him to do this! "Of course," he said, "delighted to help you, Simmone, anytime with anything. What are friends for?" He stood and went over to her and lightly touched the white towel, "shall I take this off?" He said. She seemed to become nervous and stood. "Not yet." Standing next to her, she did rather tower over him. His eyes were more on the level of her chest than head. They were an oddly matched couple and not a few in the restaurant had thought and whispered that to each other, thinking they were an item. Because of their respective sexes there was an incongruity in their appearance. Had it been the opposite no one would have batted an eyelid. Plenty of very tall men go out with short women but not the other way around—as a rule. "Just touch me a little to begin with." The towelling was thick and deadening to the touch. Daniel could feel little through it. His hands stroked her sides, her tummy, her back. She seemed happy with this and when he squeezed a breast through the material she sighed and sat down again. Daniel sat next to her on the bed and put his hand on her knee. "You OK, you want me to carry on?" She turned to him and nodded, "please Daniel I do desperately need to come. I am so... so wet. There I've said it! As you'll find out." She gave a little smile. "You don't mind do you?" "Of course not, Simmone. I'd be odd if I did! And what are friends for?" He rubbed her knee and slid his hand down her leg. In a moment or two he knew he could, and would, slide it up her thigh into the concealing towelling. But there was no hurry and he had always admired all of her legs. A few months, weeks, days ago he would have been happy to have stroked or even just touched her knee. The opportunity now was so very much greater but he still liked her knees. His fingers caressed and moulded her patellas, just running round them and then his fingers began sliding upwards. Simmone's knees, within the constriction of the towelling, opened. Daniel swallowed and his fingers moved further. The skin of Simmone's thigh was so soft and so exciting. He was as hard as ever. His fingertips moved up the skin of her inner thighs, caressing but being careful not to simply tickle. Daniel had not yet touched her—there—but a sidelong glance at Simmone's face showed he was having a considerable effect, she was staring with concentration at the wall, her teeth holding one side of her bottom lip and her breathing was faster. His fingers slid a little higher and he felt wetness on her thigh. Daniel had never touched a woman's sex but knew her natural lubrication could, when she was very excited, literally run out of her. He had thought before of watching a rivulet running down Simmone's thigh, on and on down its length. But in his imagination he had always been kneeling, looking up at her, not sitting beside her. His fingertips felt hair, little short curly hairs, he glanced again at Simmone and his fingers probed a little higher to touch a softer flesh, flesh oily with lubrication. Simmone's mouth opened and her eyes went wider. Daniel moved his fingers, exploring, discovering, going boldly where he had never been before. His questing finger circled, seeking her entrance, he pushed and his finger kept going. Daniel smiled to himself. He had his finger, no two, no three immersed in beautiful Simmone—his dream come true—he rotated them slightly and then began an in and out motion, a fucking motion. He was fucking Simmone with his fingers! There was now a further thing to discover. The mysterious thing, rather formally called the clitoris. It was funny there did not seem, at least he was not aware of it, a slang name for the clitoris—if you excepted the abbreviation. Mysterious because it was small and, he had always understood, not always easy to find. He moved his thumb seeking a little hard protrusion forward of where he had penetrated. His thumb moved slowly and, then, there it was not tiny at all, but hard and prominent. He knew immediately he had found Simmone's clit, it was not just the feel and deduction but the moan and flopping back on the bed of Simmone that gave it away. Her legs splayed widely and the towel rode further up her thighs. Not that Daniel could yet see anything. He looked down on Simmone, her eyes closed and arms up above her head in abandon. He desperately wanted to pull off his clothes, pull up the towel over her tummy and fuck her but he knew the time had not yet come—that would have to be by invitation. Instead he recalled his thoughts in bed on many a night of kneeling below a standing Simmone and running his tongue up and up her thigh until his face disappeared into her wetness. She was not standing but he could certainly kneel and lick in just the same way. She hadn't meant him to use his mouth but Daniel's head was between her thighs before she knew what he was doing, and the feel of his wet tongue just above her knee was... he was so good to her, it was so nice having a friend you could trust to help you with anything. She bit her lip; Daniel's tongue was sliding upwards. She did so like to be pleasured orally. Wilf did not do that as often as she would have liked. Daniel's head was inside the towelling now, it was a little restricting but exciting too to be enclosed inside it; his tongue was tasting her wetness on her thigh; he felt Simmone lift herself a little off the bed to allow him easier access and then his tongue touched, touched wetness and hot softness. He lapped and then stuck his tongue out and into Simmone, swirling it round. She wriggled. His hand slipped into his trousers as he stroked himself. Gently he pulled his tongue out of her vagina and forwards until it rode up her clit. Her hips were bucking now and he sucked the item into his mouth, holding it between his lips as he, ever so gently, tickled it with his tongue. It was not easy holding on given the amount of movement Simmone was making but then there was no option as her thighs clamped around his head, blocking out any sound reaching his ears. Daniel just kept at work with his tongue, guessing she was orgasming but unable to see or hear anything. He was reduced to the senses of taste, touch and smell and was blissfully happy with that. It was what he had so wanted. The thighs relaxed around Daniel's head. Letting go with his lips he just stayed there for a minute or more revelling in where he was and what he had been doing. He kissed her there on her wet sex before withdrawing his head and settling back on his thighs to look at Simmone. The towel was still just around her and she was looking at him with a wan smile. "You've come?" He asked. "Oh yes. Rather well." He glanced down, the rucked up towelling did little to hide Simmone's sex or the curly fair hairs. He had wondered whether she shaved. His eyes took in the deep pinkness of her rather round sex, the quite small lips and the still prominent clit. Her entrance was obvious, not widely open but a hint of shadow and mystery. Daniel desperately wanted to plumb it with his cock, fill it with his own outpouring but he knew this was not yet the time. He must have stared for quite a time because Simmone, making no attempt to cover herself said, "And that is what little girls are made of!" "Sorry, I was just admiring." His hand reached out and stroked where the top of her thighs were wet from her overflowing. "Very pretty. You have such beautiful legs and... and the rest." Simmone giggled. "You can't fuck it if that is what you are thinking. That's for Wilf. I can see you are stretching your trousers. What shall I do? Hand or mouth? You can come over my tits if you like." She raised her back, undid the towel and spread it out on either side of her revealing all of her long body. Daniel gazed in delight at her long, long legs and then let his eyes roam upwards to her splayed sex, the golden vee of her curls with the little pink slit almost hidden, across the flatness of her tummy with the little dimple of her tummy button to the whiteness of her dear little breasts with their light coffee nipples, standing erect and then up to her amused face. He dropped his clothes to the floor and got up on the bed, his rigid penis swaying before him. Simmone's thighs closed, giving a very clear message. Daniel straddled her tummy and knelt, legs apart, cock pointing up in the air towards her breasts as he looked down at Simmone. She smiled back at him and brought one of her hands up to tickle his scrotum. It was hanging free, she swung it, he could feel his balls banging against his thighs. "Quite the bull, aren't we? Well you can't have the heifer today! And you certainly can't call me a cow—not with what I'm going to do to you now!" Daniel did not think, given his current position, there could be any objection to him fondling Simmone's breasts. As yet he had only touched them through the towelling; even though he had brought her to orgasm he had not stroked her little breasts. Lying down, as she was, they looked particularly small—not that Daniel minded. He cupped one in his hand, feeling its smoothness, its warmth and the bud of her nipple in the middle of his palm. Simmone's fingers closed around the end of his penis and began to stroke. Daniel felt so in control, astride, almost sitting on Simmone now with both little breasts in his hands. He tweaked the nipples between his fingers. They were still hard from her earlier excitement and she wriggled a little as he squeezed. She smiled up at him as her fingers continued to work his cock. It all made him want to kiss her, kiss her on the mouth. Kiss properly—French Kiss—but would she object? Was that reserved for Wilf, signifying love rather than simple animal sex? He watched her face and those lips he so wanted to kiss. Rather than kissing he lent forward so his cock was brought close to her face, the shiny head was almost touching her mouth. As he had hoped her tongue peeked out from between her lips and licked. He pushed forward and his penis head bumped against her lips seeking entrance. It was granted. Daniel certainly was in control, kneeling over Simmone, his hands manipulating her breasts, his penis being worked by her and, at his own pace, pushing his cock in and out of Simmone's mouth. Tallness of Simmone Ch. 03 Daniel had thought at first to come in her mouth, using it as a substitute vagina with his own movement causing the climax but he had remembered the invitation to come over her breasts and decided not to decline that offer. Coming above Simmone proved a different experience, a feeling both of power and freedom. With his knees apart, balls hanging free (or would have been had it not been for Simmone's arresting, fondling hand) penis poking forward towards her breasts, held between the 'O' of a thumb and forefinger which were moving it in a very pleasant fashion, he let himself go. Rather than shutting his eyes he watched the first spurt shoot from his cock, fly through the air too far and fall onto Simmone's naked chin: almost, it seemed to him, in slow motion. The subsequent spurts had a shorter range and fell, as intended, across her chest. Simmone's busy fingers slowed and with a final squeeze released him. Daniel's knees splayed a little more and he came to rest on Simmone's chest, his balls and softening penis lying across one breast, he moved fractionally so the still oozing end of his cock rested on her light brown nipple coating it in his ejaculate. An image to treasure. With one hand Simmone idly played with the pool of semen between her breasts, stirring it round with her finger. She popped it in her mouth and giggled. "Was that OK? Thought so." Dinner that evening was very pleasant. It was not just the sex that pleased Daniel but that Simmone so evidently now enjoyed Daniel's company. He was thinking that, following the earlier success, there was a hope of actually having intercourse with Simmone that evening. That, though, would almost certainly be taking things too far. Daniel had already come twice but had no doubts he could manage a third attempt that day. Simmone came out of the bathroom naked, the earlier sex and her evident feeling of ease and trust in Daniel had extended to her body. Naked already Daniel moved to hug her, pulling her to him so that her breasts were crushed against his face. "What again!" she said. "Well, remember, no trying to get inside me—no fucking." Daniel could not possibly have done so in their present position, despite being fully erect the tip of his penis did not reach anywhere near as high as her sex. Even standing on tiptoe he could not so much as have lodged himself at her entrance. "You can go down the bed, I like being sucked and Wilf doesn't do that half enough." Another confidence, noted Daniel. What else did Wilf get wrong? "Doesn't he please you enough?" It was a risky subject to engage in. Simmone might go all maudlin on Daniel, and weep because she was missing her tiresome boyfriend. Certainly after she had phoned him a few times she had gone a bit quiet. "Oh yes. He fucks really hard, tries his best to please me, tight bottom, hard tummy, nice big penis..." Daniel wondered if there was an implication there that his own, respectably sized, organ was not up to Wilf's standard? "But yes he doesn't go down on me as often as I like and perhaps he comes too soon or, anyway, before I have. That's probably men for you!" "You need back-up, a reserve, a substitute," said Daniel with a smile. "Oh yes, I get the idea, sort of thanks Wilf that didn't quite do the trick, I'll just call my substitute out of the wardrobe. I suppose you see yourself in that role," she broke into a laugh. Daniel joined in her laughter, "anything to help—now what are friends for?" "Well you can substitute now. I want you down that bed and I expect to be licked from my little toes all the way up to my... well I'm sure you know where and what that is!" She hopped into bed and pulled the sheet up. "And after that you can give me my bedtime drink... do I need to tell you what that should be?" Daniel was disappointed not to have succeeded with intercourse but he was patient. He was going to get there, his machine would secure that, and the pleasures of oral sex were hardly a mere a consolation prize. His third ejaculation of the day, and second into Simmone's sweet mouth, was exquisite. Tallness of Simmone Ch. 04 4. Substitute for another guy Daniel smiled to himself as Simmone and he drove back down the motorway from their failed attempt to get to a conference. He was not really bothered about missing the conference, though it would have been good for his job and he had certainly been pleased to have been offered the opportunity. He was hardly disappointed in missing it given the chances it had afforded him with Simmone; not just in being with her for such a long time but also for the sexual activity and mutual pleasurings that had blossomed between them. Even that morning there had been a development. He had awoken to see Simmone sprawled next to him, covers half off, enabling him just to lie there looking at her little breasts, spend time seeing them close to, admiring their firm roundness little larger than half tennis balls with their light coffee areolae. He was so close he could see all the little bumps and wrinkles of her areolae as well as the now flat and soft little nipples. Yesterday he had held her breasts in his hands but had not yet suckled; not yet drawn Simmone's nipples to attention between his lips. He wondered if she would like to be woken that way, whether Wilf sometimes woke her like that before he penetrated and filled her. It was quite clear to Daniel that he was not going to be permitted to do that much to Simmone—yet. He thought of using his device and trying to get her to change her mind but she seemed firmly against intercourse, even though the device had made her more than content with so much else. He reached across to his bedside cabinet for his mobile phone. Dare he risk a picture? Daniel pretended to be texting and the picture was taken without any movement from Simmone. The resolution would not be great but he was sure he would enjoy the image on his laptop back at home. He would like to have taken some more intimate shots but he could hardly see Simmone regarding that as acceptable. Daniel lay quietly looking at Simmone thinking of intercourse, his hand gently stroking his cock. It was likely the weather would be good enough today, he thought, to drive back down the motorway; so he would not be sleeping with Simmone tonight; she would be back with Wilf and no doubt, he thought with some irritation, Wilf would be filling her with his stuff, lying on top of her, their tongues entwined, embedded in her wetness. It made him jealous—but his time would come. He let go of his erection Simmone stirred, a hand scratched her right breast and then reached across and stroked his chest. "Fuck me, Wilf," she said and with one fluid movement she was up and sitting on him, sitting right on his cock, pushing it hard back against his stomach—he could feel her wet sex touching it but, before he took advantage of the unexpected surprise of Simmone's mistake, before he could even slip his cock in or she impale herself, Simmone's eyes opened and she realised where she was and her error. "Oh," she said rolling back to her side of the bed," Daniel, it's you. I forgot. Sorry. My mistake. Morning." Daniel could feel his cock damp with Simmone's wetness. He touched himself. "Hardly a need to apologise. I thought my luck was in there!" "I bet you did." She looked at Daniel's cock. "The morning erection," she said. "What's the weather like?" He got up and opened the curtains. The weather looked better. Simmone came to stand behind him, he could feel the touch of her breasts on his back, she was looking over his head. Not difficult for her to do! "We'll be able to go home today, won't we?" Her hand circled his cock and began to slide his foreskin. "Morning erections," she mused, "funny how you men get hard in the morning. Hard and needing to pee, yet quite unable to pee until you get soft. Sometimes I tease Wilf..." Her hand was moving gently up and down his shaft as they looked out of the window, "keeping him all hard, not letting him go, holding him all round the bedroom, in the bathroom. He gets so cross, sometimes he is in pain he says. I followed him into the shower once." Daniel listened enthralled. Simmone was again happily telling him intimate secrets of her sex life, her private life with Wilf. He loved these confidences; brought on by her induced trust in him, he was sure they were more than she would tell her close girl friends. "You know what I did? I put my arms round his neck, pulled myself up and had him in me, all the way just like that. Like I nearly did to you, Daniel." She giggled, and grasped his penis with both hands as if he was held tightly in her vagina. "He wasn't comfortable at all. I was happy, though, stuffed with his big prick filling me up: he wanted to stop! Do you know what I did to tease him even more, Daniel?" "Took your time? Moved very slowly? Turned the water on—running water makes you want to..." "No, the shower was already on. No, I did something very naughty, I peed there and then with him up in me. I just let go. It was nice actually but—but Wilf was furious. He could feel the hotness of my pee cascading over the base of his cock and his balls. He knew it wasn't just the shower. I was going: he couldn't! It was so funny. I just held on to him bouncing up and down all the time. I came really quickly. So did Wilf actually." Daniel liked the story and confidence but he was puzzled, "Wilf can't pee when erect?" "No, men can't can they?" "I can. Of course it can be a bit of a bother." Simmone's hands stopped. "Really? Show me. Come on in the shower." She led a surprised Daniel into the bathroom, being led by the penis was a new experience for him, and he followed Simmone into the shower. She stood watching, expectant. Nothing happened. "And?" she said. "I can't pee when someone is watching." Simmone laughed. "Men," she said and got in the shower with him. "Come on suck my tits whilst you try, I've woken all wet and need you to bring me off—again—I'll feel it when you pee and, see, I am not watching!" She wasn't watching not with Daniel's head and mouth squashed against her breasts. He licked her nipples and began to suck. Squashed against her, his erection hard against a thigh he began to urinate. Pushed back against him by Simmone's thigh his penis hosed straight up, hot liquid splashing up against his tummy and, of course, Simmone's. It must be on her sex as well, he thought, he turned a little imagining his stream now catching her right up between her thighs. Being so short in comparison his cock did not even reach up to her sex. "Ooh, naughty," she said. So he had aimed right! Fuck - he was peeing right on her sex, his stream catching her so intimately. He was also enjoying her breasts feeling the little hard nipples in his mouth, pulling at them, making them wet. His hand touched her thigh, and as he ceased to urinate he touched Simmone's sex. It was very wet, not surprisingly! He stirred and his fingers pushed up. All of a sudden he felt a hot rush. Simmone was peeing too. This was getting quite bizarre—not that he was complaining. He could feel the hotness splashing across his hand and his erection. Daniel had not envisaged this at all. This had been quite outside his fantasies. An unexpected development. The hotness felt good. His fingers continued to work as the hot flow ceased. "There, Daniel, stroke me there!" Her breath was coming in short gasps, she was holding on to him, clasping him round the shoulders, pushing down on his fingers, rubbing herself against him. Her grip became tighter as she hugged his head to her breasts; he was being half suffocated by breasts! "Fuck, fuck, fuck." she said pushing harder at his invading fingers. Daniel would have taken that as an invitation, pushed his penis into her had it been possible. But strain as he did, he could not even touch the tip to her wet sex, much less push himself up into her—not whilst they were standing. There was nothing to stand on or pull himself up on, perhaps he could try and release himself from her embrace and pull himself up with his arms around her neck and lodge himself even for a moment or two but he was held too tightly against her breasts to escape. Simmone came with quite a bit of noise. Daniel was pleased, at last, to be released and able to breathe again. "Oh Daniel. I don't know what it is but I keep getting so hot and bothered, so wet here with you. It must be the weather or something." Daniel only thought to himself, "it is the something!" "You can wash my hair now." Daniel was a bit taken aback—he had expected it to be his turn now, for him to be released by hand or perhaps by mouth. Instead Simmone turned the water on releasing a spray of hot water across their naked bodies. She handed the shampoo to Daniel. "Oh dear, you can't reach. I'd better kneel." And so Daniel found himself hands full of soapy hair, massaging Simmone's scalp as she knelt in front of him. Having Simmone kneel in front of him was one thing but then she sucked his cock. He had realised her idea pretty quickly once she had knelt and his cock brushed against her face. "Oh, something to suck!" She had said in mock surprise and did just that as he applied more shampoo. Well, what could be better! Spurting into her warm mouth as his fingers washed the shampoo from her hair had been very pleasant indeed, his fingers moving in tune with the spasms of his own ejaculation. She had not let go of him, keeping his wilting penis in her mouth, occasionally carefully licking, as he applied the conditioner and massaged that in. Daniel had been completely soft by the time he finished the washing and had stood still for a few moments revelling in the idea of his dear Simmone holding his little penis in her mouth. She had finally let it drop and stood, rising to stand above him as the water continued to pour from the showerhead. "Breakfast again! And washing my hair as well . You do look after me, Daniel." And she had begun to wash him, soapy hands travelling all over his body. He had done the same for her - his hands and her hands everywhere. The 'Who' were playing on the car radio as they sped down the motorway. It had been a 'three in a row' with the inevitable kicking off the set, 'My Generation,' the later 'Who are you?' and now 'Substitute.' Daniel remembered the conversation of the night before and glanced at Simmone sitting beside him. Now, could he develop that idea in her mind? He would think on it. "You were stuck in a hotel for two days with Daniel. Poor you. What did you find to do?" Now back at the office he overheard Ally talking to Simmone. "Oh it was fine. Daniel really is good company you know and ever so helpful and kind. We were so lucky to get a room in that awful night." "A room?" "There was only one left." "You shared a room for two nights with Daniel? Awful! He didn't try anything?" "He made his bed up on the floor straightaway. A real gentlemen he said I was to have the bed." "But sleeping in the same room. What did Wilf think?" "I... I hadn't mentioned that to him." "No, I wouldn't. Rather you than me with Daniel." Daniel smiled to himself. It could be arranged but she was not his type. At least by a foot not his type. Not like Simmone. It was a couple of days later when Daniel set his machine working on Simmone. It was lunch hour and the office was quiet. She sat still and vacant in response to the blinking light. "Did you enjoy our little stay in the hotel, Simmone?" "Yes Daniel, it was a fun break." "Did you like the sex?" He needed to know. "It was unexpected but, yes, it was good." "What did you really like?" "I liked you sucking me—I had really good orgasms. I liked sucking you, I liked seeing you having fun." "Don't you always orgasm well?" "It's difficult with Wilf. Sometimes he comes too soon and he doesn't then finish me off. He goes to sleep, or off to work or something." "Do you remember we talked about me helping you?" "Oh yes—a substitute." "You know I want to help you, Simmone, you know you can trust me. There's nothing wrong in asking me to help you. I want you to think about asking me sometimes to complete what Wilf has started. You know I only want to help you and the idea of me supporting Wilf by helping you doesn't worry you. You think it would be a good idea. Oh, and you don't mind the idea of me being inside you. Yes finishing off the sex Wilf has started. If he's been there why not Daniel? You know you trust me and I only want to help. You want me to be a substitute, to support Wilf and help you." Daniel knew Simmone was set against the idea of intercourse but he was sure with enough suggestion and reinforcement he would succeed. He repeated his words day after day. It was a week or more later. The day before both Simmone and he had been asked to attend a meeting mid morning across town. Daniel had very quickly suggested to Simmone that, rather than come into work, they should go straight to the meeting. He had said he would collect her from her flat rather than both try and find the way to the meeting. He had arrived well before the time he had said and had stood watching the flat from a shop doorway. As he had hoped he saw Wilf leave and hurry away. He moved quickly and rang the bell. His hope, of course, was that Wilf had been busy with Simmone and had not just hurried away from the flat but been too quick with Simmone as well. The door opened a fraction and then was opened wider. "Oh Daniel, you're early. You'd better come in. I was about to make some tea." Simmone was in a dressing gown, looking rather dishevelled, and not actually seeming too content or happy. She led him into the kitchen. Daniel had not been in Simmone's flat before so this was a first. He looked around with interest. "Are you all right?" Daniel thought he would take a direct approach. "You seem a little distracted, not quite yourself?" "Oh Daniel, you are so observant and thoughtful." She bent and kissed him on the cheek, her dressing gown falling open a little so he could see naked breasts within. "You remember when we were in the hotel." She blushed. "I told you Wilf sometimes came too soon. Well, it was nice; he woke me this morning playing spoons. You know, he was curled right up round my back and his cock hard against my bottom. It was a nice little cuddle and I got wetter and wetter as he fondled my breasts. You are so good letting me talk, Daniel, I couldn't talk like this with Ally. So personal. Well, I moved a little and pushed him into me. It was nice just fucking slowly and I was building up really well, and then all of a sudden he starts moving really hard and fast and I think, oh no, and there he is coming. I tried getting myself off but, of course, he went all floppy on me and slipped out. No good for a girl at all. So I'm left all high and dry—high and wet really!" She laughed and Daniel joined in. "Daniel," she said, suddenly all serious. He looked at her. Was this it? Had his plan and suggestion worked? "You know what we did at the hotel? You know you were kind to me? Could you be kind to me now?" Slowly she undid the strap of her dressing gown letting it fall open. "You were so good with your fingers and tongue." She bit her lip. "But I don't want little fingers just frigging around and, much as I like oral sex, I can't think you want to lick me there not with Wilf's cum all leaking out. See—it's all running down my legs." And she parted her legs and showed him. Daniel gaped. He hadn't expected Simmone to be quite so blunt and open but there, displayed below her golden curls, were puffy pink lips all engorged and ready for intercourse. Her wetness was evident, as was the rivulet of semen trickling down her left thigh. Some might have found this off-putting—to Daniel it seemed pleasantly obscene and erotic. He reached out and touched her damp soft inner thigh, his fingers trailing upwards to touch her sex. He stirred the wet sticky pinkness. "I want, I need, more than fingers, I want something big inside me, Daniel, will you help out, will you substitute for Wilf, please?" She took him by the hand and pulled him into the bedroom, to her unmade bed still warm from the coupling with her boyfriend, whose place was now to be taken—by invitation—by Daniel. He was pulling at his tie, undoing his shirt buttons as Simmone lay back on her bed opening her thighs in anticipation. As he clambered onto the bed her hand reached out and, as she had done in the hotel, held his penis. "Now you're not to come inside me. I don't want that. Wilf does that. Please just make me come and then I'll suck you off in the best way I can—you can give me breakfast again!" Daniel's mind jumped to thinking of what the best way would be, but he checked himself. Unfortunately it seemed she was still not ready for him to fuck her properly. He could enter, make all the moves but not actually come; he'd have to be careful not to come too soon; he must try not to get too excited—difficult given he had not done this before with Simmone, or any other woman actually. He knelt between her thighs and looked up and down her sweaty body. "Come on substitute, get into the game!" He lowered himself onto her, his cock touching her wet sex; his mouth finding a nipple to suck. Daniel felt Simmone's long legs come up and fold over his back, her fingers seeking his cock, rubbing it across her clit and then positioning it at her entrance. "Come on Daniel, hurry up, push in. I do really need this." And Daniel pushed and felt the head of his erect penis sliding into warm wetness. At last! At last he was really fucking Simmone. He kept sliding until he could go no further, his curly hair mixed with dear Simmone's curly hair, his balls lying against her bottom. He paused, savouring the experience, before beginning the regular motion Simmone so needed repeating. The job Wilf had been doing, in an incomplete way, only minutes before—a job Daniel had to finish. He was conscious of how wet and slippery she was, a mixture of her own lubrication and Wilf's semen. Daniel pulled back, his penis slipping easily, before he pushed again, aided by Simmone's encircling, squeezing, legs. Daniel worked steadily backwards and forwards within her, mouth busy at Simmone's little breasts as she held him tight, his hands on her buttocks. She wriggled and moaned against him, the motion of intercourse bringing her nearer to her desired orgasm. Of course Simmone was not the only participant heading towards orgasm. Daniel had never experienced intercourse before and the feel of his cock embedded, together with—probably even more so—the thought and excitement of just what he was doing with his beloved Simmone was having the predictable effect. His body wanted to expel his semen, send it rushing up his penis to splash deep inside Simmone - the whole point and object of intercourse: it was his conscious mind that did not want that to happen—this time—within Simmone. He slowed his thrusting and thought about anything other than sex—bills he needed to pay, what the meeting they were going to was about, whether it was his turn or Chris' to Hoover the flat. Even so, he almost came. He stopped completely and held still. "Oh Daniel, please don't stop but please don't come." Simmone was desperately in need but of fixed mind. He didn't—but it had been a close thing. A pause. Resumption. Rapid breathing and gasping from Simmone told him she was there. He would have liked to have watched her face in the throws of orgasm, la petite mort as he had heard it described, but of course with her so tall and he so short there was no way he could see her with his face buried, as it was, in her chest. Simmone's legs relaxed and came undone, Daniel got up on his elbows and then knees, keeping himself embedded, so he could look down at Simmone, see where they were still joined, where their pubic hair mingled, see Simmone's little breasts with nipples hard with recent excitement and her sweet face smiling at him. Tallness of Simmone Ch. 04 "Thank you, Daniel, I so needed that and thanks for not coming. That must have been so difficult for you but I didn't want that. This is nice, I've just come and still there is a stiff prick inside me. Ideal for a girl!" Daniel moved his buttocks and watched his cock slip out and then back into Simmone. A great shot for his camera phone—but he hardly thought Simmone would be happy with that! He bit his lip; he was actually watching himself fuck Simmone. It was hard to believe. "Well, we'd better get rid of stiffness if we are to get to that meeting. We hardly want that in the car or the meeting! Are you going to bring that up to me to suck?" She actually licked her lips in a suggestive way. Really, thought Daniel, there is a real naughtiness to Simmone he had not appreciated just working with her in the office. Had it been there before he started working on her with his machine? Wilf would know but he could hardly ask him! Daniel moved back a little on the bed and his cock, held horizontal whilst within Simmone, bounced back up against his tummy as he withdrew. The whole of it had a sheen of wetness, Simmone's wetness and there were streaks of semen all over it—not his own—though as he looked a little pearl of liquid did appear at the tip. He wondered if he should wipe his cock as he came up the bed but, as he knelt by Simmone's head, this did not seem to occur to or worry her at all. Her tongue slipped pinkly between her lips and she ran it right up the wet shaft to pause, tickling just under the head, before licking up the shiny dome, wriggling her tongue tip in his little slit before sucking the whole head into her mouth. She was clearly doing if for effect, to please Daniel. Her lips and tongue worked him and once again he felt himself almost coming. He pulled out, panting. "About to come, Daniel? Are you going to give Simmone a little treat, not in her pussy, as she doesn't want that, but a little drink? Why don't you, as I won't let you fuck me down there, why don't you fuck my mouth? Come on I'll raise my head on these pillows, you straddle my chest and then you can just push your prick in my mouth, push away and come when you want." Daniel was happy to do that. There he was thighs spread apart, Simmone's breasts touching the inside of his thighs, as he straddled her chest, his hands holding the headboard and his still wet penis sticking out, its head almost touching Simmone's face. She smiled up at him and licked the tip. "Come on then!" Her mouth made an 'O' ready for him. Daniel smiled and touched his penis tip to her nose leaving a wet spot from his leaking penis. He touched her lips and pushed himself into her mouth. Moving his hips backwards and forwards, he carefully resuming the fucking motion so recently used in the more conventional place. Simmone's hand came up to hold his swinging scrotum. She said something but he could not make it out. He pulled back. "Sorry, Simmone didn't catch that. You shouldn't speak with your mouth full." She giggled, "I said you have to be careful. You could hurt someone with these. They swing so much. I do like the way your balls hang so low." She moved them in her hand. Daniel touched his penis to her lips and once more they opened. Daniel wished for his camera, visualizing a picture of his cockhead pushing against Simmone's lips for entrance - just the thing for his laptop, his home laptop. As he pushed slowly and the lips opened around his cock, the combination of the erotic image, the feel and the touch of Simmone's hand on his balls became too much. He was about to orgasm. He felt a tightening of Simmone's hand around his balls and then he came, spurting into Simmone's mouth as he pumped in and out with enthusiasm just as if he was fucking her properly. Breathing fast, sweat trickling down his back, Daniel slowed and came to a stop, arms supporting his weight on the headboard, penis in Simmone's mouth. He eased backwards meaning to pull out but Simmone's lips held him firm, her tongue gently licking around the softening organ. Daniel smiled down at her, what an image, what an image! As he got softer she drew more of him into her mouth until his ball sack was hanging down her chin. Finally she released him. She smiled, licked her lips and did an exaggerated swallow. "Mmmm breakfast. You are so kind to me. Shall I make you some coffee? We've time before we go." It was almost surreal. Coming from her bedroom and then sitting naked with Simmone in her kitchen on a kitchen chair at the table drinking mugs of coffee and chatting. It really was quite difficult for him to believe, his Simmone completely unclothed talking away to him, fresh from sex— no, not just sex but sex with him! The coffee finished Simmone said, "I'm going to have a shower before we go. Do you want one too?" So there Daniel was, following naked Simmone into the bathroom and into the shower. Standing so close that his penis kept touching her thigh as she towered over him, her breasts at eye level. He picked up the soap and began to wash her as he had done at the hotel. He looked up at her and suddenly she bent and kissed him on the mouth. Her lips were soft. She had not done this before. "Oh, Daniel you are so good to me. Really my best friend—not boyfriend 'cos that's Wilf, but like a best girl friend only of course you're a boy!" She touched his maleness and hugged him. "Wash my hair please." And once again, as he picked up the shampoo, she got down on her knees so he could easily reach her hair. As his hands worked at her hair, she began to soap his penis, spending quite a time soaping and massaging his hanging scrotum. As he reached the conditioner stage he felt his penis being taken all the way into her mouth and there it stayed. It was too soon for him to erect let alone ejaculate but it was nice just having the attention, his soft penis in her mouth. Presumably Simmone felt the same, as she just stayed kneeling and gently sucking whilst he stroked and massaged her head, washing the conditioner out. Sitting on her bed and watching her dress in her best business suit and black high-heeled shoes was a pleasure to Daniel. She asked him if she looked OK. Getting up, he caught sight of himself standing beside Simmone in the mirror. He had never appreciated quite how startling the contrast in height between them was, accentuated by Simmone's high-heeled shoes. His assurance that she looked smart and businesslike was accepted. She swung her bag over her shoulder and they left. The meeting proved rather an anticlimax. Daniel had to be careful not to glance at Simmone too often as he kept seeing images of his penis in her pretty mouth, which was just a little distracting - to say the least! Tallness of Simmone Ch. 05 5. Daniel muses on the Olympics Daniel's success with Simmone gave him a warm glow inside. He was happier now than he had been for a very long time. It was not like actually having a girlfriend, it was a strange relationship and he was conscious it was not based on mutual attraction or a natural friendship. Those feelings had always been there on his side, very much so, but Simmone had not only not been attracted to him at all but had not sought his friendship or even, seemingly, had liked him. Daniel saw the whole thing as an improvement. Something good for both of them. He did not think he was an unpleasant or nasty person. Far from it. He did not think he did bad things, was unkind or anything like that. Perhaps, he could acknowledge, he was not the most exciting or interesting person in the world: more the sort of bloke who would be interested in model railways, 'doing up' old cars or gardening than parties, discos and fast cars. But there had been no reason for Simmone to take against him: except perhaps, he had to admit, he had tended to look at her rather too much. Well, that had not changed and he had certainly seen more, so very much more, of her in recent weeks! Daniel smiled as he turned on his personal laptop and the screensaver came up showing one of his own photographs, taken with his camera phone. It was of Simmone lying asleep, her eyes closed with a half smile on her lips, one arm up above her head, the other at her side, the sheet of the bed crossing her tummy at an angle but just revealing her tummy button in shadow and her pretty little hemispherical breasts with their light coffee nipples beautifully displayed. Daniel admitted it was much more luck than judgement but he had taken a perfect shot given the limitations of a camera phone's lens. What he would really have liked was one of her completely naked showing her height and length of leg. Perhaps another time they slept together – and there would be another time or rather times - he could then remove all the covers, perhaps if she was really fast asleep he could pose her... and take a number of photos. His cock was hard now! Daniel did not feel guilty about what he had done with his machine and how he had changed Simmone. He had not upset her relationship with Wilf, had not changed her relationship with any of her friends as such. All he had done was create a new friendship and helped Simmone with a few personal difficulties. He liked to see himself as her friend, willing to help her in any way he could and indeed, through the effect of his device, this was actually how Simmone saw him. The temptation was there, though, to take her away from Wilf and replace him - become her new boyfriend, her new live in boyfriend. He smiled. She would be a much better flatmate than Chris! He was sure he could do it by suggestion whilst she sat watching the flashing light. But could he bring himself to do that? Did he actually want her for his partner rather than for sex? Yes, he liked her a lot, certainly lusted after her and wanted much more sexual relations with her but to settle down with her? He had also been thinking about his machine and the effect it might have on other girls. Not someone like Ally of course, much too short, but it would be fun to enjoy other tall girls. Perhaps a black girl? He thought of images of tall Nubian girls he had once seen; or an Indian girl; or what about a red head with pale skin and a shock of bright red pubic hair - interesting; or a long nosed Turkish girl with black hair and headscarf? Opportunities might present themselves and he would not want to hurt dear Simmone. Yes, he was fond of her, very fond, but was he so fond that he wanted to be faithful just to her? It had been very good turning up at Simmone's flat early and being admitted to her bedroom - indeed admitted to her vagina - but Daniel wanted to do this more than once. Moreover, he wanted to come inside her. He could see that there was a certain inevitability about releasing his semen into her sooner or later if he was to continue to be allowed to penetrate. On day he would come too early like Wilf seemed to do rather too often for Simmone's liking. With Simmone's long legs locked over his back, pulling him against her, he would be trapped, unable to withdraw and pull his penis up to send his ejaculation flying between their respective tummies. Instead he would spurt inside her. Would she mind if she reached her orgasm? Why should it really matter to her, given what they had already done together? Turning up at Simmone's flat when they were going to go to a meeting together had been understandable - he had simply got there early - but there would be no reason for him to hang around outside her flat early morning, day after day, waiting for Wilf to leave and hoping, when Simmone answered the door, she would want his substitution. Daniel needed a reason - a solution. The difficulty was solved some days later. Simmone came into work looking grumpy. She dropped into her seat and started her PC with not a word to Daniel or anyone. He gave her half an hour and then went to make her a cup of tea. This, at least, brought a smile. "Well, what was up with you this morning?" He said later. Simmone confided in her 'best friend' that Wilf's performance that morning had been perfunctory and insufficient. Further, he had got home so late the night before that she had dropped off to sleep alone, whilst reading in bed, despite wanting sex. He hadn't even woken her when he came in. She would have loved to have been woken to feel Wilf's big cock between her thighs and instead when she had awoken that morning and had slipped down the bed to suck on his morning erection he had not at all appreciated her own need for sex, had not warned her when to stop and, despite - "can you imagine how I felt, Daniel?" - her own need she had found her mouth being filled with his 'salty stuff.' She felt really frustrated and cross. Daniel sympathised. Furthermore, she revealed, Wilf was going to be away for a few days so she wouldn't have him in her bed or living room or bathroom or kitchen or anywhere. She had giggled and said she was surprised how open she was with Daniel. She couldn't imagine she'd tell Ally that her boyfriend had fucked her bent over the sink! "I was really cross and said so. And do you know what he said? He just laughed as if it was funny and said he'd give me a good seeing to when he got back and, by the way, I'd got a dribble of cum on my chin. I was livid. And he left for work leaving me sopping wet. Just went. And that comment about cum on my chin! Can you imagine how I felt?" It was rhetorical really but Daniel tried to say the right things. Certainly Simmone seemed very appreciative. He said he was sure Wilf would make it up to her when he returned. That did not go down so well. Naturally Daniel made a suggestion, "Simmone. If I can do anything to help. You know if you need..." "A man? Yes Daniel, please. I was rather hoping you'd offer. Why don't you come round for supper tonight and I'll cook for you and," she whispered, "bring that cock of yours with you but, remember, you are not to come inside me. You really are so good to me!" Daniel was really pleased with himself as he opened the door of his flat. Things were really working out with Simmone. He flopped down on the sofa. There were many images of Simmone in Daniel's mind but one that increasingly came into it was of Simmone in her best business suit, her long legs made to appear longer still by her black high heeled shoes looking so smart and so sexy. A curious idea had come to him. Daniel wanted to fuck her standing up. But of course he couldn't reach. When they had been standing close in the shower the tip of his erect penis had not even touched her sex and with Simmone in high heels she would be inches taller making his penis that many more inches further from penetration. But, he thought, if she splayed her legs right out her pelvis would come lower until she would make contact. He could imagine the thrill of the sudden wet contact. Of course it would be different if the roles were reversed. It would be easy for a tall man to lift up a short, light girl and place her on his penis. All she had to do was hang on with her arms around his neck and legs wrapped around his buttocks and they could fuck away to their hearts content. They, or rather he, could even walk around as they fucked. Into his mind came the ridiculous image of a running track with six couples undertaking the 100 metre, or should it be a 400 or 800 metre fucking race. He could imagine the commentary, "The competitors are just getting into position, the only race category in which half the participants are facing back at the starting line - and what contestants! This is probably the most popular of the modern Olympic events now overtaking naked beach volleyball as the most viewed on this channel. The girls are getting the men ready now. There goes the first hand in the air; Bruce Cotton from Australia has his hand in the air. For you first time watchers of this sport that means he is ready to run. The Australian team are the first to be ready. In the jargon of the game the 'Jockey' has done the 'Suck' and he is 'Hard-on' ready to go. There goes the Indian, 'Cocky' Singh's hand. His jockey is probably the heaviest of the girls weighing in at 115 pounds. The contrast between the big men and the girls is always a sight. I love it. To be a jockey you obviously need to be light, it's only a game for the lightest of girls. That's why most are so small breasted. But isn't Asha Kaur such an exception - those are quite something and do keep an eye for them when the race is running. I shall! To keep the pounds down most girls shave but not Asha - just look at those blue-black curls! We are just waiting for the Norwegians now - yes his hand is up. The girls are standing ready to mount; they mustn't until the pistol goes. Any moment now it'll be the off, the officials are checking all are ready. Yes, I think the off will be any moment. Oh, the Australian's hand has dropped, yes, so has his cock; it's no longer at 'Stand'. Jaayla is having to do the 'Suck' again. There goes the American's hand. That's unusual. These trained athletes practice and practice to hold the 'Hard-on.' It always impresses me to see newcomers to the sport, future champions maybe, at practice both jockeys and runners. We're ready again, yes all looks... We're off. Oh false start! The Norwegian leapt too soon. What a surprise given their almost perfect work in the earlier heats and who can forget that semi-final run? Can we see the false start in slow motion? Yes fractionally too early, Hrefna's on the move before the pistol goes off - but lovely, yes what a lovely movement she has. You can see it so much clearer in slow motion. Look at the 'Jump' it's perfect, apart from being too early that is! See, she springs into the air towards her partner. Look at the spring in those legs, the strength in those thighs, her arms and legs opening in unison. The arms to catch her partner round his neck, her thighs to impale herself on his cock. Fluid, was that fluid or not! Rewind please, slower and zoom in. Yes, you can see as her thighs open her sex appearing, there's the target, look how oiled it is - these girls spend quite a time before the race relaxing themselves, opening up so the penis can go straight in even if the girl's aim is a bit off, you can see how puffed up and ready for penetration she is. Seconds count! Oh, but no need to allow for error here, her accuracy was superb. She knows from long practice just how her partner's cock stands, what her angle of approach has to be. Real teamwork. Usually runners and jockeys stay as a team but some work with a number of partners and have to make adjustments. Look at that movement, her aim is perfect, right for his cock, it just slips straight into her - one single fluid movement. A perfect start - had she not leapt too soon! While we're waiting for the off let me remind you that, as in all running races the aim is to be first past the post but the team has still to be fucking when they do. A team's disqualified if there is a 'Fall Out'. That's hardly going to happen from lack of stimulation, ha, ha. Just wait and see the pounding those cocks get as the girls bounce. It takes practice and skill to minimise the 'Bounce,' The 'Bounce' slows the runners but it also can over-stimulate. 'Fall Out' rarely happens from a bounce misjudgement at this level of the sport, though many of you'll remember Carl Natterjack and Emilia Gaunt's disastrous fall out at the last Olympics. No, the usual cause of 'Fall Out' is a "Running-ejac.' Even with their level of training the runners can't maintain the 'Stand' after a 'Running-ejac.' Of course they can keep running whilst they don't have a 'Fall Out.' The trick for the runners is to run as fast as they can without causing a 'Running-ejac.' at least until the home straight. A question always asked is about the girls, do they orgasm? Well I should say they do! Can you imagine the excitement of being pounded by those long cocks, and long means less chance of 'Fall Out,' as you are carried at speed round the track in front of those thousands watching and millions on TV. Asha confided to me that her best is four at an Olympic event. Can you imagine that, Ladies? Well, they are ready to go again now, all the runners hands are up and, yes, they're off! I couldn't fault the jumps but we'll take a look later in slow-mo. The Norwegians are in the lead, closely followed by the Americans but things can change very quickly in these races. The Australians are moving up but the pack is still tight, just look at those buttocks move! Hrefna is keeping herself very tight to Salbjorg, you can hardly see his cock as they run, but the Indian team is much more open, see the pistoning. It always amazes me the stamina of these runners, how they don't come quicker in the race with all that 'Stim.' Hey, watch 'Cocky' Singh he's moving up the pack now, yeah the Australians are easing ahead of the Norwegians but 'Cocky' and Asha are coming up fast. Salbjorg's giving it his all but he's grimacing. I think he's 'Running-ejac' but he might still make it to the finish. Not far to go now and 'Cocky' is still moving up the pack, he's level with the Aussies. He's risking it but there are only the Norwegians ahead now. It's metres to go and, oh no, it's 'Fall-out' for the Norwegians and 'Cocky' Singh and Asha are first, the Australians second, Americans third, then the Russians and Jamaicans. What a race. The girls are dismounting so we can see who has 'Running-ejac.' Yes, as I predicted, 'Cocky' Singh must have come close to the finishing line. The professionalism and timing of the Indian Team takes some beating. You can see he's still dribbling and look at that grin on Asha's face. Ecstasy of winning or a personal orgasm best? Who can tell at this distance but we'll ask her later. Big disappointment on the Russians' faces. It doesn't seem to have affected Boris Kerenov's cock though. That is quite a 'Stand.' It'll need to come down soon or the officials will want another dope test. There was a lot of trouble early on in the sport but I think that's long past. Oh look, there's some recriminations going on between the Norwegians. Little Hrefna looks so young, sweet and innocent with her blond hair, blue eyes, tiny breasts and hairless pubis but I am told she's a real firebrand when angry. I wouldn't like to be Salbjorg! Whilst we're waiting for the winners to mount the rostrum, let me tell you there is still a debate on whether the Olympic fucking races should be run on Australian Rules or the traditional ones. Much is the same but under the Australian Rules the 'Runner' has also to come inside the 'Jockey' as well as passing the finishing line. The argument being that it is, after all – and mind my French, a fucking race! The trick is to come on the home straight like 'Cocky' Singh today as otherwise it's still got to happen after the finishing line. Often enough even under Australian Rules no 'Runner' has come by the finishing line and then you have a mêlée of teams fucking away as hard and, of course, fast as they can on the ground. The 'Runner' only has to start coming in the 'Jockey' not finish the 'Ejac.' so 'Runners' all pull out still spurting. Quite a sight if several come close together. Sometimes there's a 'photo finish'! Then there is the 'Wait' whilst the officials check that the first spurt did go in the 'Jockey.' No semen found, then its disqualification! With modern cameras the TV audience can be right there on the 'Check.' Personally, I think the 'Wait' spoils the excitement of the race and hope we don't adopt Australian Rules for the next Olympics. But that's a personal view and I know there are a lot of fans of Australian Rules. Well, the Gold, Silver and Bronze teams are mounting the rostrum. Look at the size of the 'Runners' compared to the 'Jockeys'. Little Asha's still beaming as she stands to attention as the National Anthem starts. Oh, isn't that sweet, 'Cocky' Singh and Asha certainly are quite a team, though not a couple in their personal life, the National Anthem's over and Asha has taken hold of her partner's cock and she's waving it all about at the crowd. The crowd's going wild, they're loving it! Fantastic race, wish you could have seen it, but now it's time for 'Just a Minute.' Olympic coverage will be back with Naked Gymnastics later." Daniel chuckled to himself. Imagine hearing the race on the radio and not seeing it on the TV! He must stop daydreaming, though. He had got really hard as his imagination visualised Simmone in her business suit with the high heels and then as he imagined Olympic fucking. Actually he could easily have got his cock out and had a really good wank, as his mind turned to the nude women's basketball event, had Chris not just come in at the front door. In any case, it was time to get ready to go and see Simmone for dinner. He had a dinner date! Tallness of Simmone Ch. 06 6. Dinner at Simmone's Daniel walked up Simmone's road for his dinner date, thinking of how she had been dressed earlier in the week in a really smart mid grey chalk striped woollen jacket and matching knee length skirt. He had found that very attractive and had kept glancing at her long legs knowing he was the only person in the room to know what lay at their join - indeed he had a very intimate knowledge of that indeed. The suit was missing when she opened the front door. He was disappointed, though she certainly looked relaxed and off duty in a yellow tee shirt, blue jeans and trainers. It was not that she did not look terrific to him in that too, not least because she didn't have a bra on so her little hemispheres were clearly defined in the thin yellow material of the tee shirt. He just liked that suit. She invited him in, closed the door and bent to kiss him on the lips. "You are a dear to come, shall we fuck before, during or after dinner?" She laughed, "Did I really just say that? You can see what's on my mind!" Daniel could and was game for all options. He said so. Simmone laughed again at that. "Whatever you like," he said. "Shall we go to bed now?" she said in reply. "Well Simmone..." said Daniel sliding both his hands up her yellow tee shirt. She shook a little as he held her little breasts in the palms of his hands, the already hard nipples feeling like little peanuts against his palms. "... I liked your kitchen idea." "Oh, yes, what was that?" she was giggling again, "With me and just an apron?" "Nice idea, but I was thinking of the business suit you were wearing the other day. You looked great, really smart." "Not many men would say something like that. You're so nice and you're so good to me, Daniel, I'd be happy to do what you'd like. Anything really, except... well you're not to come inside me." She was pulling off her tee shirt as she went to change. Daniel watched her as she went to her bedroom enjoying the sight of her long back, the bumps of her vertebrae clearly showing, and those long, long legs still clad in blue jeans. Simmone came back very quickly in her grey chalk striped suit. "Is this right?" She turned around in it; she'd put a white blouse on but not her high heels. "Black high heels as well would look just right." She gave him a look, "But that makes me so tall compared... well it makes me look ever so tall." "Yes and that is you, tall, slim, pretty and... " "Pretty? With my height, no hips, no boobs, no..." "Yes Simmone, of course you are. Don't do yourself down." She smiled fondly, "You're just being your kind self Daniel. I do so like you for it." Once again she bent to kiss him only this time her tongue brushed his lips. Daniel was quick enough to respond and his tongue touched hers before she broke away. "Well, what happens now?" She said, smoothing down her skirt. Daniel reached up and pulled open her jacket top, then one by one he began to undo her blouse buttons revealing her little breasts. He looked at the little hemispheres, the areolae puffy already with excitement, the little nipples standing. Lightly he ran his fingers round and round the outside of her areolae not touching the nipples. "Oh I like that, Daniel." Round his fingers went, almost but not quite touching Simmone's little pea nipples. "Oh Daniel, please." He reached up with his mouth and lightly bit her left nipple. She jumped. "Oh Daniel!" He began to suck and, with one hand now free, started to undress. He drew the whole puffy areole into his mouth, his tongue stroking the underside of the nipple. Daniel moved to the other breast as he finished undressing. Naked now, his tongue and hands slipped downwards to Simmone's tummy, his tongue teasing Simmone's tummy button. "Ooh that tickles, Daniel!" It was just so lovely to be naked with Danielle and she in that simply gorgeous business suit. He crouched right down and reached out to touch the knees showing under the grey material of her skirt, he stroked, gently pulling them apart. Simmone complied moving her feet. He licked the inside of her left knee, and then slowly his tongue began a journey up her inner thigh, his head rising up inside her skirt. Daniel felt Simmone lean, to hold onto a worktop, as she opened her thighs wider allowing him access. His tongue travelled further. He had always found the idea of kneeling under Simmone and burying his face in her sex exciting but the reality was with the bonus of being within her skirt, in the warm enclosed environment of the woollen material, the air around him damp and scented with Simmone. Her thighs spread wider allowing him full access as his questing tongue found moisture and then soft, soft skin surrounded by fine hairs. He lapped, head right back, face buried in Simmone's sex. It was a delight, so hot and so deliciously wet. Below him he could feel his cock, all erect and straining and he could not resist letting his hand touch and lightly stroke. Simmone's thighs squeezed his head. Half his senses in almost overload: the other half unstimulated. Daniel could see nothing and with his ears tightly pressed by Simmone's thighs could hear nothing. The image of Wilf coming home unexpectedly came to mind. Wilf walking into the kitchen and seeing his Simmone, eyes perhaps shut, leaning for support against a worktop, blouse undone and a naked man, cock rigid and being stroked, half hidden up inside her skirt. What would he do? He would hardly just say, "Hello Simmone, having a nice time?" Not that Daniel would be able to hear that at all! It was a disturbing image but exciting at the same time. What if Wilf was there now aleady and watching? Well, there was nothing Daniel could do for his work was clearly finding favour with Simmone, her thighs seemed to be getting tighter and tighter around his head and if anything there was more wetness than before. He swallowed - he was almost, no he was, drinking her! His tongue, having been twisting and turning in her vagin, was getting tired now. He could feel the little pea of her clitoris on his top lip - he tried tickling it just by moving his lip. That did the trick! He could feel the spasm of her orgasm, a shuddering of her body manually communicated to him through her thighs and sex what was happening. Perhaps, above him, she was crying out, perhaps just moaning but he could hear and see nothing. He imagined Wilf watching her orgasm in disbelief and she turning to him, a rivulet of sweat running down her dear face, "Oh hallo Wilf, it's just my substitute. Some girls use a vibrator. I have Daniel. It's not an affair, an involvement - it is only for sex when you're not around." But, wondered Daniel, was it just for sex on his own part - or perhaps hers? The thighs relaxed, Daniel dropped his head to relax his stiff neck, and came out from under Simmone's skirt. Wilf, of course, was not there. Simmone was looking down at Daniel giggling, "What a red..." she put her fingers to her lips, "wet face you've got Daniel!" He stood, "Was that OK?" "OK?" She kissed him, "Just look at my wetness all over your face and hair." Her hand stroked his face. "OK? That was fantastic I had to hold on or I would have fallen over." She bent and her hand encircled his cock. "Shall I suck you dry and then get our dinner?" She didn't wait for his answer but was on her knees, grey skirt a little rucked up and jacket and blouse open displaying her breasts. Her mouth opened and took him in. Daniel stared down at his cock, half in, half out of Simmone's lips. The feel of her wet mouth, soft lips surrounding and her tongue sliding over the smooth dome of his cock was glorious. The sight of his Simmone, virtually fully dressed – and smartly dressed at that, fellating him was marvellous, a real picture if only he dared use his camera phone but it was out of reach and she'd hear him use it anyway. Wouldn't it be great if she did this every morning when he arrived for work? Why didn't she? Because, of course, there was all the rest of the office present! "Simmone, this is lovely, you suck so well but... could I... would you mind if I fucked you, sorry, I mean - what's a better word?" She backed from his penis, "It's what it is! You can use the word intercourse if you like but remember no coming in me!" She got up from her knees, "Well how do you want me? As the Actress... You call the shots. Fair's fair. I've come, now it's your turn." She paused, "Then it's dinner, then it's my turn! Yum." She laughed. "Can I," said Daniel, "can I fuck you from behind as you bend over the sink. If you don't mind, that is?" Simmone shrugged, "You men do like bottoms but remember no coming in me and, just in case it occurs to you, not in my arse either. Wilf tried that and I didn't like it." Daniel hadn't been thinking of that but he said with a smile on his face, "So anal intercourse OK but I'm to pull out before I come." "No, no" said Simmone, realising he was joking, "you keep out of my bottom altogether. That hurts and is a bit odd anyway." She grasped the sink with her hands, bent her body, sticking her bottom out and turned her head to look at Daniel. "That OK?" Simmone looked absolutely great to Daniel, but he wasn't going to be able to reach her unless she spread her legs more and he said so. Simmone shuffled her legs a little wider. His hands were almost trembling as he took hold of the material and pulled the grey skirt up and over her bottom so it was rucked around her waist. What a thing to be doing to his co-worker – exposing her bottom. Such a careful, methodical thing to do. Readying Simmone for his entrance. Her white smooth, actually a bit boyish bottom (though that was because of the slimness of the hips,) beckoned him. His penis twitched. "Sorry Simmone, still too high for me, could you spread wider and move your feet back towards me." "Are you really OK with this Daniel, you do want it this way? "Seems all these instructions are more like giving orders on parking a car than actually being at all erotic." "No, no this is good for me, Simmone!" And it was. He had fantasised about taking her doggy style, conscious of the difficulty of reaching her, given their disparity in height, but now he had his Simmone spread, accessible and available. He rested his hands on the twin cheeks of her bottom feeling their smoothness. He stroked. In the harsh light of the kitchen lights he could very easily see her bottom hole - all wrinkled and tight. Daniel had not actually fantasised about anal intercourse but it occurred to him he might in future! He smiled to himself. With his machine he could make Simmone keener on the idea, slowly bring her round to the idea, suggest she try again with Wilf to please him, find she liked the experience after all. Really get inot it. Get her to confide in Daniel on progress and then, no doubt, he would be able to substitute. But certainly not this time. Daniel's hands moved to Simmone's hips and he moved forward, his penis nosing into Simmone's wetness. He had her just at the right height for him and was able to carry on and push straight into her. Join his sex to hers. There was no resistance - Simmone's recent orgasm had left her perfectly lubricated and ready to be penetrated. His tummy touched her bottom as his hands stroked her hips before moving on up to clasp her breasts. Daniel fondled for a minute or so, happy in the comfortable feeling of his embedded penis before commencing its travel. A gentle pull back with his hips and his penis was gliding; the head pulled back up the canal. Glancing down Daniel watched the shaft reappearing. He paused with the head still within Simmone. This was good, really good but all sex with Simmone had been really good! He pushed again and watched the shaft disappear. Daniel did not hurry, he wished to prolong the sex, not hurry into orgasm. It was not as if he had to bring Simmone to orgasm or worry about her pleasure. This was more like masturbation - he could concentrate on himself and, with Simmone bent over, supporting herself on her hands, she was not an active participant, merely the passive provider of warm wetness and a body to play with. Woman as sex object! But even the most passive sex object can get aching arms and Simmone found she was getting quite uncomfortable. "Nearly coming, Daniel?" She asked, "I'm getting uncomfortable. You're not to come in me anyway. Could we do something different?" Daniel pulled out; he was not ready to come just yet; his idea had been to pump away until he was about to ejaculate, pull out and spray himself over her bottom. It was an attractive image to him but if Simmone was uncomfortable he was happy to come elsewhere. Simmone straightened, her skirt slipping back a little down her hips, and arched her back. "Can I take my suit off now, I really don't want it messed by you coming on it." She walked out of the kitchen to the bedroom. Daniel followed. It was strange to be walking around Simmone and Wilf's flat completely naked even more so with his cock erect and wet from Simmone. If Wilf caught him - that didn't bear thinking about! Daniel would be pummelled to a pulp. He watched Simmone undress, put away her dress and blouse. She took him by the hand and led him back to the kitchen. "Now you sit up there," she indicated the corner of a worktop, "I'll get on with making dinner and when I have a moment I'll give you a suck. Beer?" So Daniel sat on Simmone's worktop drinking an ice-cold beer watching his naked Simmone busy herself around the kitchen dressed in just an apron. True to her word, every so often as she passed him she bent and sucked his cock. Sometimes her mouth was warm, sometimes cool after she had just swallowed some beer. Simmone was nearly ready; she stopped and smiled at Daniel. "I really like having a naked man decorating my kitchen, now should I finish you off before dinner or not? Perhaps we should dine naked. Could you stay hard all through dinner? I expect with a bit of handwork I could do that and then I could enjoy you coming with my dessert or coffee! You do bring out naughty ideas in me, Daniel!" Daniel laughed with her. "I think I'd rather come now, particularly if you want me available again by bedtime." She pouted, "but I had beer as my aperitif!" But she lent forward and once again took him in her mouth. Daniel stroked her hair as her warm wet mouth and tickling tongue took him over the edge. His rather delayed orgasm pulsing into her mouth in wonderful electric waves of pleasure. As usual she swallowed and was slow to release him, rolling his increasingly soft penis around her mouth sucking the last seepings from him. "Mmmm, nice," she said rather exaggerating the licking of lips for his benefit. They ate naked, they did the washing up naked, they watched TV naked and went to bed naked. They made love both that night and before breakfast. Daniel coming firstly across her tummy - pulling out only just in time, a near run thing! And in the morning, before breakfast, splashing over Simmone's little round breasts. She really didn't want him coming in her – that was really clear. Daniel was puzzled. Why was Simmone so set against him coming in her? Why was she reserving that for Wilf? She seemed only to be letting him substitute so far, though that far, thanks to his machine, was pretty far indeed! It couldn't be to avoid pregnancy because no doubt she was on 'The Pill' because of Wilf. Was it simply because she was in love with Wilf and not her friend Daniel? He could change that though! But did he want to? He was starting to think not. He had been increasingly watching Ashley in Accounts. She was not as tall as Simmone but tall enough to catch his attention. Actually she caught the attention of all, or at least nearly all, of the men at the office. Like Simmone she was tall but there the resemblance ended - big breasts, round hips, generous bottom, black hair - indeed black all over, really black not just brown. Daniel was very interested but had no idea how to get his machine near her and it needed to be near her for many, many days so he could find the right frequency of flash for her. It distracted him a little from Simmone and showed him he was not yet ready to settle down with one girl, however fond of Simmone he was. And he was - it was not just lust, he really liked her and was very fond of her. In love - well not besotted but, yes, it would not be incorrect to say there was love there. With Ashley it was lust pure and simple! He did not know her at all. It was a quiet lunchtime and Daniel switched on his machine. Across from him Simmone was working. The light blinked at her. So engrossed in her work was she that it took some minutes for her subconscious to see the light and respond. Daniel sensed the lack of activity. "Simmone. How are things with Wilf?" "Really good, Daniel. He's asked me to marry him." Daniel was a bit taken aback. He hadn't expected that development. He shrugged his shoulders. Well, he hadn't been planning to ask Simmone himself! "Why, when I substitute for Wilf, do you not let me come inside you? I think you should." "We are trying for a baby." Daniel had been wrong in his assumption about contraception. Simmone and Wilf were not using any. "Do you want me to stop substituting for Wilf then?" "Oh no, I get lonely when he is away and I get so tense if I don't orgasm often. You are so good helping me if he hasn't made me come and I like you going down on me. Wilf doesn't do that. No, I wouldn't want you to stop." All very interesting information. Daniel's new object of interest was proving completely elusive. He had found no way to position his machine but he had seen her looking at him in a funny way. She must have noticed his interest, his watching. He would have to give her a wide berth; he had almost got into trouble over his interest in Simmone before the machine made everything right. His attention switched. Daniel had never learnt to swim but when he saw the particular girl taking the swimming lessons he knew it was time to learn. The full breasts and rounded hips were attractive, the curves in her black swimsuit promised, the mound of her pubis suggested much, the black hair in its ponytail striking but it was her height which did it for Daniel. 'Statuesque in black' was his description to Chris, who went to have a look himself and did not disagree. Weeks went by. Daniel found he was substituting for Wilf two, or even three times every week which kept him very content. He worried a little about them being caught. The danger of the unexpected return. Even so he loved the call to his mobile, usually something like, "Daniel dear, could you pop round on the way to work to collect me and... Wilf's left me a little adrift, bring something salty with you for breakfast (giggle)." He was even introduced to Wilf at a party. Despite knowing so much about him, indeed sharing his girlfriend, he had never really met Wilf. Wilf, for his part, had heard a lot about her 'work colleague and friend.' Wilf's relief at seeing just how short Daniel was and how clear it was he presented no competition was so obvious to Daniel that he had difficulty keeping a straight face. Simmone's talk moved increasingly to marriage plans. Daniel was invited to the wedding, of course. He nearly found himself accompanying Simmone - and her mother - to choose a wedding dress but he suggested really that was a girl thing and his opinion would not be of great assistance. Nonetheless he was given a private showing of the dress one lunchtime. Simmone had insisted, so they had gone to her flat collecting a sandwich on the way. "I feel a bit grubby even after only a morning out so I'm going to have a shower first before I even touch my dress. Do you want one?" Tallness of Simmone Ch. 06 It wasn't an invitation for sex but Daniel was not going to turn down the offer. In the bathroom they stripped and he followed her into the cubicle and picked up the shower gel. "I didn't mean for you to wash me or for us to..." She looked down at his strengthening penis, "well maybe later." Mutual soaping is pleasurable and both were in a state of some arousal as they dried each other. "Come on, let me show you my dress." In the bedroom it was got out of its box, carefully laid on the bed. Daniel was suitably appreciative but Simmone said he was to wait until it was on before making comment. "Now eyes closed whilst I put it on." He could hear the rustle of material. "You can look now." Daniel opened his eyes and walked around her. Simmone had put on some white strappy roman style sandals as well as dropping the dress over her to fall and drape her body from neck to toe. It was in white satin, carefully cut to emphasise what bust she had, long sleeves and had plenty of material flowing down from Simmone's hips. "I think that is a wonderful dress, Simmone, I like its simplicity, the way it falls, the material - you look really pretty in that." His sincerity was obvious. Daniel really did like it. "Give us a twirl." The material flew out around her as Simmone turned. They laughed. "Do you think flowers in my hair?" They talked about the dress, accessories and wedding plans for a time. "What about underwear?" said Daniel with a smile. His flaccid penis moved. "Are you thinking of white stockings and lacy things?" His penis moved to the horizontal. Simmone looked at Daniel's cock. "Have a look." She raised her dress a little and moved her feet apart. It was an invitation. Daniel took it. Naked he crawled under the dress and looked up. There was light enough through the satin to see Simmone was not wearing panties but he thought he really should make sure. Simmone's thighs moved further apart as his hands stroked and moved upwards. As his fingers neared the top she was trembling. Daniel touched, Simmone moaned. Daniel knew Simmone would not be content with fingers, she would want his tongue. He raised his head, his ears sliding against her thighs until he could bury his face in her sex. Daniel loved being between Simmone's legs, her long legs and reaching up to tongue her. His tongue slowly began its work. Simmone smoothed down her dress and stood hands clasped to her breast, eyes closed absorbed in the movements of Daniel's tongue. Her standing orgasm was fast approaching when she heard the key turn in the lock. Luckily Simmone's thighs were not clamped around Daniel's ears and he too heard the key turn in the lock. He froze in panic. It had finally happened and Wilf was going to find them, find his bride in her wedding dress with a little naked, erect Daniel hidden underneath it. There was no excuse, no possible explanation other than sex - premarital infidelity. The lack of clothes and the erection would make it all clear but the wetness of Daniel's face would provide even more detail. It would be no use explaining he was merely helping Wilf out, making up for his inadequacies, supporting and substituting for him: Daniel was in trouble! "Wilf? You can't come in. I'm trying on my wedding dress. It's bad luck to see the dress before the wedding." Simmone had thought quickly. "Oh, right. Just forgot some papers." Daniel exhaled in relief but another voice said, "Simmone, can I see?" It was a woman's voice and he could hear the door open and shut. "Oh, Simmone that is simply gorgeous." Daniel could hear footsteps walk around the room; Simmone's hips turned a little to follow, taking Daniel's head with it. "You look beautiful, what lovely material." Her hand was actually touching it, Daniel could see the indentation. "You really look pretty in it. You're a bit flushed as well. Exciting isn't it - your wedding." "Yes, you can imagine." "Or not..." thought Daniel. There was a little more chat and then a call from Wilf that they must be getting on. They were late already. Beneath Simmone's dress Daniel began to relax. As the girls finished their talk and it was clear the other girl was going, he began to lick again. The sudden renewed contact caused Simmone to gasp. "You all right, Simmone?" "Oh yes, fine, just a twinge. Nerves starting to get to me." "What'll you wear to go away?" "Janice, come on!" called Wilf. "Bye." and Janice was gone. The front door closed. Daniel had not been discovered. "Work colleague of Wilf's," explained Simmone to her hidden friend, "I like her." And as if nothing had happened Simmone closed her eyes and began rubbing her sex over Daniel's moving tongue. His fantasy about burying his face in Simmone's sex, held since early in his desire for her was being fulfilled once again. The awful risk of discovery now over, he could enjoy being immersed again, his lovely Simmone standing tall above him as he lapped. His erection returned. Simmone's orgasm came quickly. Daniel knew the signs, the tremble, the clamping of the thighs around his ears and then the surge of wetness as she came. So lovely to feel the trickle. He pursed his lips and sucked. He really was drinking her, he was not imagining it. After a time the thighs relaxed and Daniel came down from her warm, wet, furry place - a place he so very much liked to be - and came out from under Simmone's dress. Simmone was still breathing quite hard, her chest, emphasised by the dress was moving, her limited cleavage rising and falling. "Lovely, Daniel, lovely. I do wish Wilf did that. Still, I do have dear you to help me. Not that he isn't good in bed it's just he doesn't do that. Imagine that, Janice walking all round me and not knowing what I had hidden under my dress!" She giggled and began to spread her dress out as she knelt down. It flowed around her as she pulled it in to the front of her. "Come here and let me suck you now but don't stand on my dress and don't, definitely don't spill, spurt or drop any of your stuff on it." Eagerly Daniel approached. Simmone smiled, licked under the proffered dome a few times and then turned her eyes up to Daniel in a very innocent look and opened her mouth. It was a signal for him to put it in – she was not going to. Taking his penis in hand, Daniel pushed it into her mouth, her lips closed around the shaft and she began to fellate him. As he had thought many times before, it was such a shame he had not got a camera. A sort of wedding photo with a difference. He had seen plenty of lovely photos of brides sitting on the floor or on the ground with their dress spread around them. This would have been similar but different. The bride in the photo, beautifully dressed, radiant and pretty, would have the unusual accessory of a naked man beside her with his cock in her mouth. Daniel would have liked this picture as a new screen saver but what would Simmone have thought and, in any case, his phone was in his pocket in the bathroom. Daniel enjoyed standing right there with Simmone in her bridal dress on the floor below him sucking his cock and fondling his balls. It would have been good to have played with her all afternoon but they would soon have to get back to the office. He moved his hips so his penis slid backwards and forwards between her lips. If Janice had caught them like that "Are you ready, Simmone?" he asked. She nodded, still with his penis in her mouth, and he came. First, the building of the orgasm, then the delicious feeling of release as he filled Simmone's mouth with his salty viscous fluid. There was no chance of any spillage. Simmone saw to that, she held it very firmly between her lips and, as he softened, she squeezed it along its length between tongue and roof of mouth to milk any last drop before finally permitting him to step back from her. The act complete. The eating of the sandwiches and drinking of coffee was rather rushed. They needed to get back to work. Tallness of Simmone Ch. 07 7. The Impregnation of Simmone The day of the wedding came sunny and bright - a perfect day for the event. Daniel dressed smartly, even putting a white carnation in his buttonhole. It all went really well - both marriage and reception. Daniel had a great time and it was obvious so did the bride and groom. Daniel smiled at the speculation about the honeymoon location, it was not something he had to guess about as he was 'in' on the secret, not only the ultimate destination (Cyprus) but also the hotel they would be spending the first night before flying off on their holiday. He was not planning any amusing tricks on the couple, though he could see the amusement in an apple pie bed just the same as the next man. It was not something he had discovered by chance: rather Simmone had told him herself. She had confided a fear or worry to Daniel that she might not enjoy a wedding night orgasm, that Wilf might, as he could do rather often, come too soon. Simmone wanted her wedding to be perfect and an orgasm before sleep would round off the day. The idea, the worry in her mind, had not come to her totally unaided; Daniel and his machine had had something to do with it (as might be expected). Daniel was to be staying surreptitiously at the same hotel and, should he be needed, ready and waiting in his room for Simmone. He looked across at the bride beautiful in her long white flowing dress, a dress he had himself been in. Not wearing it, of course, but been right under it, hidden as he had orally pleasured Simmone. His wedding night plans might come to nothing - Wilf might satisfy Simmone - but if Wilf did not then, Daniel thought it would be very amusing to 'share' the bride on the wedding night. Daniel arrived at the hotel very much later than the bride and groom, having stayed on at the reception after they left; a departure the happy couple had made in their car with much merriment and noise. In his room he texted his room number to Simmone before running a bath. Lying there in the water he speculated on whether Simmone might visit. Weighing it up he thought the odds were about even. It would be pleasant if she did, but not a disaster if she did not. The honeymoon did mean he would not now be seeing Simmone for at least a fortnight so this was his last chance of sex with her for some little time. Still, in the meantime, he could think about how to get his machine working on Ashley or perhaps some other girl - she was not the only other tall girl he had noticed. Daniel did not have that long to wait before discovering whether he was going to be lucky. He had arrived quite late and not a little tired. After his bath he was quite happy to slip without pyjamas into bed and, picking up his book, he wondered if the happy couple were already in bed, perhaps busy with... the knock at the door was pleasing, he put his book down and opened the door to let Simmone in. She was wearing a white nightgown. She slipped in and he closed the door. "Oh, evening Daniel. What a wonderful day it's been! Did you enjoy it? Wilf's just dropped off to sleep but I couldn't until... I was almost there when he came. Really just almost. I said 'don't come' but it was obviously too late! Well, he had had quite a bit to drink. So here I am for help from my lovely reserve or is it reservoir." She giggled. "It's so kind of you to attend me here!" She towered over him, the difference in height considerable. Simmone undid the cord around the nightgown and it fell open. She was naked beneath. Daniel was already rising 'down below' as he kissed her breasts; her little round breasts right at his eye level; their nipples erect and rather reddened as if they had recently been sucked. "Hurry," she said dropping the dressing gown to the floor and lying down on his bed. All the lovely length of her, naked and ready for sex. Her knees opened in invitation; her pudenda red, swollen and wet just ready to be penetrated - again. The bride was in need, there was to be no gentle foreplay, Daniel was required and he was indeed ready. "Fuck me hard," she said. It was to be straight missionary style sex. Simmone held him to her breast as they came together and he pushed into her, there was no resistance and he was immediately hilted. Simmone was already bucking against him as he started to move in and out - a bride in heat. Intercourse was short, sharp and intensive - Simmone wanted to come and used Daniel to that end. It was exciting, nearly too exciting for Daniel - had Simmone not come and slowed her thrusting he would have ejaculated right inside her. With her arms wrapped around his head, her feet locked around his back, he could not have uncoupled, could not have extracted himself to spurt harmlessly out of her body. It was a near thing and he told her so. Simmone was contrite but made it up to Daniel. Simmone took her time in this. She sat astride his cock as he lay on the bed, she teased it, just caressing it with her nether lips as it lay pointing up his tummy; simply rubbing it back and forth with her wet sex, her little clit rubbing along the ridge. It was slow, it was wet and it was very naughty. Daniel could feel himself about to come as he looked down his body at Simmone, his shiny cockhead appearing and disappearing again and again in the vee of her thighs, her curly hair above it with her pink lips seeming to clasp his cock either side as she rode it. The whole thing and Simmone's sex was covered in a wet gooey mess of Simmone's lubrication and Wilf's leaking spend. Simmone was coming off again, her eyes closed as she held and pinched her own breasts concentrating on the feeling coming from her sex. Daniel could not believe her sexiness and the strange eroticism of it all. It was all just too sexy. The young bride sitting on him massaging his penis with her sex. And so it happened. The eye of his penis opened and he watched it disgorge splashes of semen up to his chest. Did he mind his cock being covered in another man's ejaculation - hardly when it meant fucking his bride on their wedding night! Daniel could see Simmone too was coming again as he continued to spurt and then she collapsed onto him burying his face in her breasts and squeezing his ejaculation between their two bodies. They lay together for some minutes. "Coming twice tonight! Oh thank you Daniel!" She rolled off him and lay wet, dishevelled and spent. "I must be getting back. I'd sleep with you, Daniel, but it would hardly do to wake in the wrong bed tomorrow!" She kissed him on the mouth and her tongue found his for a moment. Rising she bent and kissed his softening penis and made for the door, picking up her dressing gown. "I'll try and slip back in the morning and do something for you then - breakfast probably..." she winked and slipped out of the door. She did too. There was a knock at the door in the morning. "Wilf's gone for breakfast, I said I wasn't hungry yet, though if he'd like to bring something back... I thought I'd wash my hair before he returns. Would you mind?" Daniel didn't mind. He was very happy to be standing in the shower again, Simmone kneeling as he shampooed her hair, his cock in her mouth – just where he liked it to be. It didn't matter to him that in a few minutes she would be sucking her husband for a second breakfast. Daniel was happy to share. After all it was his plan to share other girls as well whilst Simmone was away! As it turned out life for Daniel with Simmone away was actually rather more boring than he had expected. He got nowhere with plans for other tall girls and going to the pub with Chris was hardly the same as seeing Simmone. Daniel was still a bit concerned that he had made a big mistake allowing, as he saw it, Wilf to marry Simmone but when he looked at it coldly he was sure it would not have been right for him to marry her and certainly not right for Simmone. It was good having her back, hearing about the honeymoon and the house they were planning to move to. His substituting resumed and he seemed to remain her best friend though whether Wilf knew, or what he thought about that, Daniel did not know. Sometime into the New Year, on a particularly cold wet, miserable day, Daniel caught Simmone sobbing. Her eyes were red and it was obvious she had been crying for a little while. With no one around he took her hand and tried to find out what was wrong. It took a little time. Probably in part it was the weather; in part it was that she and Wilf had had an argument though that was nothing serious; in reality it was that she was not becoming pregnant. Despite her and Wilf's best endeavours nature was not taking its course. It was not her fault - to be fair it was not Wilf's either; it was just how he was made. His sperm count was low. The doctor advised them to keep trying for a while longer though there were other solutions. Daniel was sympathetic, "it'll be all right, it'll just take time." But in his mind an idea hatched, an idea he would need his machine to help. Later Simmone listened as the machine blinked. "I could help, Simmone, with Wilf's problem, I could strengthen his semen with my own. If I came inside you when substituting, it would back up what Wilf has done, strengthen it. It wouldn't be as if I was getting you pregnant, no, that would be Wilf - but with help." Daniel reinforced his message, developing it and overcoming Simmone's resistance over a number of days. His strategy paid off. "Daniel could you come round?" His phone had rung on the way to work. "I need you." Simmone was not dressed when he arrived, indeed not dressed at all. She took him by the hand and led him straight to the bedroom. "Daniel," she said, "could you help me in a different way. Coming would be nice and you are so good to me like that but, you know, Wilf's sperm count is low though he comes a lot and he certainly produces lots of semen." She opened her legs to demonstrate and Daniel could easily see the aftermath of lovemaking. "Could you add yours, push his back in and strengthen it, fill me up really. I want to be pregnant, I want you to help Wilf make me pregnant." Daniel was stripping off his clothes by now, anxious to do what he was told, and stick his cock where he was invited. He was on the bed between her knees in a trice; at last he was going to have the pleasure of coming inside Simmone, yes, properly having intercourse with her, no more coitus interruptus for him, no more holding back or sudden withdrawals. The task must be properly completed. His cock touched her entrance, touched the whiteness that Wilf had left behind and Daniel moved forward pushing Wilf's semen back up into Simmone. Simmone's legs came up locking him in and he began to slide. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Simmone repeated over and over again as Daniel steadily built up the speed of his stroke. She was holding tight to him clasping him to her breast, his face buried in her breasts - she was not going to let him go. Daniel was not sure who was fucking whom. Simmone seemed in control. With Daniel erect inside her and held so he could not escape, ejaculation was inevitable - she would make it happen, it was not so much him who was impregnating her as she taking his semen, extracting it from him, sucking it from him with her vagina. Simmone was making him come, pulling him as deep into her as she could. The spasm was not long delayed. "I can feel it, I can feel it," shouted Simmone as Daniel achieved his desire, his semen pumping into her and adding to Wilf's already copious ejaculation - strengthening it if you like. Simmone was quite beside herself with delight; keen that Daniel should do this as often as possible. Whenever she could she would call Daniel in, after Wilf had both 'come and gone,' if he didn't mind of course. Daniel was too good a friend not to oblige. The result was not unexpected to Daniel and a joy to Simmone and Wilf. Simmone became pregnant. Daniel was certainly the first in the office to know, possibly even before Wilf. Simmone was over the moon and Daniel was, of course, delighted for her: though it did result in an immediate drop in the number of intimate visits he paid her. The bar on coming inside was not, however, re-instated. Daniel found her changing shape interesting. Far from finding her less attractive, as she suggested, he found the changes to her body fascinating. The expanding and rounding stomach, the gradual protrusion of her tummy button and growing breasts led to a change to their normal position for intercourse as the missionary position became impractical and uncomfortable and doggy style became the preference. Daniel was happy with that, enjoying her soft bottom against his loins, his hands free to play with her breasts or, as he often liked to do, stroke the roundness of Simmone's tummy. That he needed to kneel on a cushion to raise himself up to join with her from behind was not commented on by Simmone - she had never really commented on their physical disparity - though that was rather due to the suggestions Daniel had made when Simmone was under the influence of the machine. After all, until he had made his play, interfered with her thoughts and desires, she had not looked twice at him: quite the opposite in fact. Now he was her best friend and a substitute for her husband, her source of additional sexual pleasure and, quite possibly, the father of her baby. The baby's birth was uncomplicated, not too long in the coming once matters began and, though she was a first time mother, not too painful for Simmone. Luckily Wilf was not away on business at the time - a matter pre-arranged as the baby arrived fairly much 'on time' otherwise she might well have asked Daniel to be with her at the birth, as her best friend, which would have surprised both the midwife and certainly Wilf. Daniel did not see Simmone for several weeks, though she phoned him for a chat once or twice - well not so much a chat as she talked about the baby to Daniel for about half an hour on each occasion, with him contributing very little indeed to the conversation. He didn't mind, he liked Simmone and was very happy to hear about little Sammy or at least most things about what the baby did. The obligatory visit to the office followed with all the women making a terrible fuss of Simmone and the baby with lots of comments about how much he looked like Simmone and how much like Wilf. Daniel was not so sure about the latter but it is always very difficult with babies because, thought Daniel, they looked like, well...babies. Simmone asked Daniel over for coffee and he was permitted to hold the baby. Daniel thought he was doing quite well, supporting its head as he had been told, jiggling it up and down and making appropriate noises but it began to cry. Sammy, explained Simmone, probably wanted feeding. Certainly the crying stopped immediately Simmone took him. Daniel was amused by the little head bumping against Simmone's breast as it was exposed and presented to the little chap, and the quiet little noises of contentment as it fed. It was not long before the baby fell off the breast, eyes closed looking blissful, satiated and full. "I only fed him just before you came," explained Simmone as she went to put him down in the bedroom. Daniel sat sipping his coffee as he waited for Simmone to return musing on the visit being rather different from those of the last few months. She came and sat opposite him. "I was hoping Sammy would take rather more milk. I do seem to produce a lot - more than little Sammy seems to need and these," she clasped her breasts through her blouse, "do get so full, uncomfortable and hurt. Would you mind, Daniel dear, if I expressed some milk while we talk?" She had to explain what she meant to Daniel as he was not too up on maternal matters. Simmone explained that with the aid of a little vacuum device she could release milk from her breasts, relieving the discomfort. "Oh, a bit like milking a..." Daniel stopped himself in time as he realised just what he was about to say would sound. "Yes, quite! Wilf helps me sometimes," she said conversationally as she got up to get the equipment. "Oh?" said Daniel, suddenly interested, "how?" Simmone looked sideways at him. "The usual way. Why, would you like to try?" Daniel would. The idea had not occurred to him - but why not? He had sucked on Simmone's breasts often enough in the past. Why not now when they were larger and... well, this would be different. Simmone slipped off her blouse and bra. One breast was noticeably larger than the other, though both were larger than he remembered, and full of milk - the skin was taut, the nipple raised. Reclining back on the settee she waited for Daniel. Daniel had lain across Simmone often enough nuzzling her breasts but the immediate spurt of liquid into his mouth as soon as he took her nipple was very different from before. Whilst hardly unexpected it still surprised him. The taste was different from cow's milk, sweeter, thinner and, moreover, it was hot being at body temperature. He sucked, drinking Simmone's milk. "Oh, that is better," said Simmone, "what a relief, and nice too." She wriggled beneath him and he felt her hand on his trouser fly. His cock, already hard, was soon in her grasp and she slowly manipulated it. The milk kept coming as Daniel sucked on, drinking Simmone. Raising his head, he watched a drip of milk slowly appear on Simmone's red, wet and swollen nipple. He licked it off before swapping and settling onto the other breast, drawing the nipple into his mouth and encouraging it too into producing for him. "You're a greedy little boy, is there nothing for me?" She gave his penis a tug. He was quite full now and not loath to lie back and let Simmone milk him in turn. His penis was very much larger than her own swollen nipples but nonetheless still something she could get in her mouth and suck! She suckled on the shiny head, stroking and encouraging it into production. It took a little time but she was not disappointed any more than Daniel had been and she too drank. The milking of Simmone seemed to become a regular occurrence. Perhaps it was easier or more comfortable than the breast pump, perhaps Simmone liked the sex, perhaps she just liked being with her best friend Daniel. It was not long before intercourse started again. Daniel's height had always prevented the more usual entwining of tongues during intercourse but it did mean he could suck on her breasts. Simmone found intense pleasure in giving her milk at the very moment she was orgasming - the sensation of the milk leaving her body whilst electric waves of pleasure spread out from her clit was in her own words, "something else." A second pregnancy followed quickly on the first, Simmone seemingly oblivious to the real cause of Wilf's increased potency. Daniel's delight in Simmone's productive breasts was continued; though, with a toddler not always ready to sleep and a baby more prone to being awake than the first, the sex was not as frequent as it had been when Sammy was first on the scene. It was a shock to Daniel when Simmone announced that she and Wilf were going abroad. Wilf had a new post, it was a new and exciting prospect, she was sure the children would like it, knew Wilf would and was content with the plan. She would of course miss her best friend and would write, or e-mail or text. It was a shock and a blow to Daniel but not something he felt he could fairly stop with his machine. He liked Simmone too much to spoil things for her, upset her marriage (despite his rather intimate involvement in it) or do the wrong thing. Their last sex together was prolonged and unprotected. Contact was not lost for some time. Daniel learnt of a third baby, he smiled at the news thinking of the quite large family he now had; the success of the change of location; what they were all doing and so on. As things happen, contact did break and it was not for many years before Daniel saw Simmone again. Tallness of Simmone Ch. 07 Daniel was walking along Brighton seafront on a glorious summer's day, and despite all the other girls who had fallen under the spell of his machine - he had been able to make it work, indeed most successfully, on others in the end - he was thinking of his old friend, Simmone, again when he saw her. He did not recognise her at first at a distance but his eyes automatically focussed on a remarkably tall woman ahead of him, a tall fair-haired woman in a sundress, a dress that did not hide the slimness of her hips. Recognition came as their paths converged. Three children were with her. 'Children' was perhaps the wrong term as the oldest, Sammy, or no doubt Sam now, must be twenty which made the girls seventeen, eighteen or nineteen. Daniel's shoulders went back, they looked good, strong young people albeit very much shorter than Simmone. Simmone's cry of recognition was a pleasure, her hug and kiss a joy. Simmone was back in England, yes for good, she was no longer with Wilf, a long story, one of those things. The children looked on rather bored at their mother's meeting with an old friend, not realising quite the importance, indeed probable vital importance, of their mother's friend in their own being. Daniel and Simmone met for dinner that evening, they met a lot more after that. It might well have been remarked upon, when Simmone and Daniel were in their twenties and working together, what an ill matched couple they would have made. Perhaps people seeing the same couple some fifty years later standing holding hands and staring out to sea back at Brighton once more on their Pearl wedding anniversary might still have thought the same: but no one would have missed the happiness each had in the other's company nor, indeed, whose children they clearly were, who joined them at the railings.