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Tales of Reluctance: Tale 01

By: braindump



The new apartment

The phone vibrated, it's motion against the hard surface making an unusually loud noise. He jumped a little, surprised by the sudden sound. Jolted out of his daydream it took a second to realise what it was. He looked in his rear view mirror and from side to side, checking there were no police around, and as it was clear he risked a quick glance at the phone's screen. A glance was enough and it made him groan.

What the message was about was immediately clear, and what made him cross was it was unnecessary to text him. He had remembered. How on earth could he forget? The last million was almost spent, and so he needed to find someone to fill the hole that left in their finances. Pressure, he slowly inhaled, somehow the pressure made it all the more exciting. Deliciously exciting.

He nosed the Porsche into his parking bay and looked up at the opulent Chelsea apartments. The facade of the building was impressive, with its large windows, the gold block over the main entrance and its pillared porch-way containing two stone lions. The building appeared both modern and elegant. It was a perfect place to live for someone moving up in the world. Personally he thought the lions a little too much, but what did he know. 

Either way this would be his home for the foreseeable future and he wondered if he would like it. He pressed the button and the faint burble of the engine died away and with a solid click he undid his seat belt. He slowly guided the seat belt as it slid back into its holder and took in the scene around him.

Three parking bays away was a removal van, not his, he always moved light. Everything he needed was in the boot of the car. Three workmen, young lads were heaving stuff from the van and carrying it into his apartment block. It seemed he was not the only new arrival today. His phone vibrated again and grateful for the distraction he picked it up and began to check the alert that he had received. Yet another tech company was rumoured to be floating, ready to make its founder a very rich man indeed. Lucky bastard he thought.

At the removal van now was a man, grey haired and probably in his late forties. He was barking orders at the hapless workmen who had managed to get a large table stuck between two cars, as they tried to carry it into the apartments. A bit of manoeuvring and finally it was through. 

Table, workmen and man disappeared inside.

The car park was briefly empty. A brown bird landed on the pavement, pecked at the ground and then flew off with a rustle of wings. He reviewed the cars around him and smiled. He realised there was not a single car, costing less than fifty grand in the car park. The Porsche he so delighted in owning was almost the cheap old banger amongst this lot. Almost.

Movement distracted him and a young lady appeared carrying a pile of cardboard boxes. Clearly empty by the ease with which she was holding them. She was beautiful, a curvy figure with long dark brown hair cascading down over her shoulders. It looked as though she was off to the gym, but obviously she was in her scruffy clothes to help with the move. She extended her bottom lip and blew, making her fringe lift a little. It was clearly hot work.

She was wearing a grey vest top, which to his mind anyway, emphasised the fact she had large breasts. A 34 bra size at least, he mused to himself. He watched her closely from the car as she walked across to the van, perhaps she could be moving in today as well he thought. Surely though she could not be the grey haired man's wife?

Deciding to find out he made his move. It took only a few moments for him to get out of the car, shut the door and pressing the remote to lock it, he headed over to say hello. Behind him the car beeped once and flashed it lights twice to show it was locked. He normally looked back and delighted in watching the car perform this ritual, but today the girl had his full attention.

"Hi," the lady said turning at the sound of the beep. Her hand pushed a hair back off her face making him gulp a little. Up close now, he could see she was extremely attractive.

"I am Kate, do you live here?" she said smiling.

"Mark," he replied, shaking her hand and loving the fact it was both cool and soft. "Mark Dunlow and as of today I do. Live here that is. Guess we are both moving in at the same time?" and then after a pause he added, "I am at number 12."

His heart missed a beat as she nodded. Wow she was indeed moving in.

There was no time to get further acquainted before both workmen and man returned and so Mark learnt that the man and women were in fact married. Kate was indeed this man's wife. He tried to hide his look of excitement as he realised how sexy she was.

The husband was called Paul, and Mr and Mrs Turnbull were going to be next door to him at number eleven. They had been married a year and a half. When asked if he was married Mark said he wasn't. This was a lie, he did have a wife, but she wouldn't be living with him at this address or ever visiting, so there was no point complicating the conversation. He tried to change the subject, but Paul took the conversation over and they naturally moved onto another topic anyway.

It was hard for Mark to concentrate on Paul's friendly questions and conversation. He could not help sneaking glances at Kate's impressive chest or light brown eyes, which were lovely or her long and shapely legs. Her half-length track suit bottoms showing her toned thighs off perfectly. Mark stood there dumbly nodding as Paul droned on, his mind completely focussed on Kate's wonderful body.

The pleasantries over, they shared the usual "see you around" and Mark went to walk away, but suddenly Paul called him back.

"Did you say you owned a computer company?" asked Paul. Mark nodded.

"I did indeed," he replied. "We cover PC's and Macs and offer all kinds of support and repair options."

"I wondered if you could come and set up my new study for me?" said Paul. "I'll pay you. Connect the broadband; set up the printer, what ever needs doing to get me functioning again. I don't have the time and anyway am crap at that kind of thing."

As Mark confirmed he would be happy to. Kate from behind put her arms lovingly around Paul's shoulder.

"He owns his own technology company and he can't connect up a computer," she laughed. All three of them shared the joke, as Paul shrugged his shoulders. It was agreed that Mark would come over at the end of the week.

It took several knocks on Friday morning to get someone to open the front door but finally the door opened. To his delight Kate stood there, trying hard, but failing to hide from Mark that she had clearly forgotten the arrangement to come and sort out Paul's computer. To be fair they had had a lot going on he thought. Whilst Kate struggled to overcome the awkwardness, Mark took in the vision of loveliness in front of him.

Today Kate was wearing a white dress with black spots. The cut of the dress was breathtakingly low, giving Mark a great view of her expansive cleavage. As before her long hair hung down over her shoulders. He was delighted to have a much better view of her legs today, as they were bare and the skirt of the dress well above the knee. She wore black open-toe sandals. She was even sexier than he imagined the first time, now with a pretty dress on and makeup she looked like a model.

"You look nice," he said. "Off out somewhere special?"

"Thank you," replied Kate with a slight blush. "Actually I am seeing my agent for lunch later."

"Agent?" asked Mark. 

"Yes I am a model," she replied. "And so I have to look my best."

Mark laughed to himself; she not only looked like one she was one!

"It all sounds very grand, but although I say I am a model, I am not a very successful one." She continued. "But it is how I met Paul. So it's been good for something. I met him at one of the modelling agencies parties. There he was successful business man and there was little old me." She shrugged, talking too much as she always did when she was embarrassed.

"I thought I recognised him," said Mark. "He is the founder of YNBF right. The computer company, that's in the news right now, something about floating on the stock market.

They shared a brief conversation where Kate confirmed Mark's suspicions were correct. Kate explained they had moved around a lot whilst YNBF set itself up, going on to explain the plan was to stay here while they float the company and then apparently they could buy a proper house.

"We want to start a family," said Kate with a smile. "I don't know why we can't just buy a house, Paul is already well on his way to his first billion, but he controls all the big decisions." She finished with a sad note in her voice.

Mark took a deep breath and decided to change the subject. He disliked thinking about Kate and Paul being together and he did not want Kate to feel sad. When he was around it was important she thought happy thoughts.

"Would you like me to come back another time?" He asked suddenly, breaking the awkward silence that had descended.

"Come back?" said Kate, confused. She was still thinking about houses.

"Well you obviously had forgotten I was coming Kate and," at this he leant in a little bit and looked around the apartment. "It looks like Paul is out." So I thought maybe coming back would be the best plan. To set the computer up I mean."

There was another brief pause, and then they both burst out laughing. Kate putting her hand to her mouth in a way Mark found very attractive and seriously cute.

"Was it that obvious?" Laughed Kate.

"Just a bit," said Mark shrugging his shoulders.

Kate apologised over and over and Mark tried hard to stop her feeling bad. Telling her it was no problem. They agreed he would come in and see what he could do. So Mark was let in to the apartment and then the study. Where he found everything he needed. Paul had obviously organised things for his arrival, even if later he had forgotten about the visit.

There was the computer, router and printer, plus the logins and passwords were all written down for him. He began plugging in cables and arranging things as he thought best. At one point Kate appeared with coffee and then disappeared again. Mark briefly stopped work to admire her ass swaying out of the room, the way her dress swished around revealed a little more of her thighs as she walked. 

He said to himself "down boy" and tried to concentrate on the job in hand. He didn't really like the router Paul had, so he changed it for one he had brought and he also carefully installed some hardware into the computer so it would work better. He borrowed Kate's mobile phone at one point, connecting it to the computer, making sure it was up to date and again installing a little bit of software to help it run.

Mark checked everything was working one more time, and then wrote Paul a note. In the note, after explaining most of the things he had done, he suggested Paul also synchronised his phone with the computer. Finally confident all was operational he walked back into the lounge with the coffee cup half-empty in his hands. Kate was sitting on the sofa facing him and she was slowly crossing her legs as he entered. He had the chance to briefly admire the view before she realised he was there. She looked up and smiled at him. God even her teeth were perfect. Her white dress had ridden up as she moved. She casually pulled the skirt back down with her hand. Mark watching forgot to breathe for a moment, his heart pounding hard in his chest.

"Finished?" she said getting up.

"Computer yes, coffee almost," replied Mark. "Wow what great plants!" He exclaimed, noticing for the first time the collection of greenery growing on the balcony outside. He wandered over to take a look through the window.

"Thank you," she replied standing by his side at the window. He breathed in deeply, loving the spicy, musky smell of her perfume. She was so close now her bare arm was almost touching his and he felt his heart racing even faster. It felt as though the hairs on his arm were just gently brushing her skin.

"Just a little hobby of mine." Kate said and she broke the spell by reaching out to take his coffee cup, for the briefest of moments they both held the cup and she looked deeply into Mark's eyes. Mark felt as though his hand was shaking, so he quickly let go and she turned to head towards the kitchen.

"I'd love some plants like that," he said casually, as she disappeared out of sight.

"Well if you like I could come and help you sort something out," yelled Kate from the kitchen. Mark wandered into the kitchen to find her, not wishing to loose any chance of spending time with her and wanting to keep her in sight.

"Really?" he said.

"Yes, as I said it's a hobby," she said. "I'd love to help. It could be a little project for me. Our house is pretty much sorted so I have the time."

"Ok," replied Mark. "I'll make you a deal. I won't charge for the computer set up today, if you come and help me with some plants.

"It's a deal just leave it to me," replied Kate. Offering him a hand for a light-hearted handshake that Mark eagerly accepted, his eyes strayed down to her cleavage as they shook on the deal. 

A shared hobby

He dived into the water, allowing himself to sink to the bottom before several strong strokes took him the length of the pool; surfacing at the other end he wiped his face and blew hard to clear his airways. A blurred blue figure appeared in his sight and blinking hard he focussed on the person standing over him, realising as he did it was a member of the gym's staff.

"We don't allow diving," said the lifeguard pointing at the sign, which clearly said, "No diving and no ball games."

"Sorry," he said, holding his hands up, "first timer." and with a smile the young lifeguard wandered away, the whistle round his neck rocking from side to side as he wandered casually off.

"Upsetting the staff already," said a mocking voice behind him and he turned to see Kate standing behind him in the water. She was smiling at him.

Mark and Kate made the usual comments about it being a small world as they realised that they had joined the same gym. Kate also made a promise to come and see him about the plants. She had them almost ready she said. Mark slid himself up onto the side of the pool, so he sat toes in the water, looking down on her. He thanked her, telling there was no rush.

He admired the purple once-piece swimsuit that Kate was wearing. The clingy material tried hard to cover most of her large breasts, but there was more than enough flesh on display for Mark to admire. Fearing Kate would notice if he stared too much, he got up and grabbed his towel, Kate had not on this occasion noticed him looking at her, since she was focussed on the realisation of how fit his body was. So for the first time it was her studying him. 

Mark's six-pack made a pretty impressive sight. As well as his body being ripped, his stomach was pretty much hair free, just as Kate liked her men to be. His legs were long and muscly. He looked pretty good standing there in his black swim shorts towelling himself dry. The bulge in his shorts was pretty hard to miss when the wet material clung to him so tightly. Kate found herself considering that this fit young man must be quite well endowed as well. She continued watching him as he left, all the way down the side of the pool, until he was through the door and out of sight. Nice ass too she thought.

Kate thought wistfully about her own love life. Paul had lost interest in sex after about six months of marriage. The next six months they made love from time to time and then eventually intercourse stopped all together.

As Mark walked away Kate felt a dull ache of longing. She found herself imagining what it would be like to be with Mark. What it would feel like for her lips to explore that muscular body and she wondered how big his dick really was. She hated the idea of being unfaithful what ever the reason, but celibacy was hard. She pushed Mark and his large penis right out of her mind, and vowed to try and get Paul more interested in her and the bedroom.

In the meantime she saw no reason why she shouldn't hurry up and book her plant arranging for Mark. Seeing more of him seemed suddenly that bit more appealing.

However, she found it difficult to book a slot that was mutually convenient. At one point she suggested that he leave her a key, but in the end they settled on Friday evening. She was reluctant to do this day, not because she was busy, but because Paul was away. In the end though this time, and another when her husband was also away seemed the only opportunities. In the end she knew there was no real reason to bother about whether Paul was home and right now he was away all the time. So she finally agreed to come over that Friday evening.

At 7pm as arranged Kate knocked on the door. Mark was a little disappointed to find that she was wearing pink trousers today and a white top. In fact the only skin on show was her tummy, as her tee shirt left her with a bare midriff. She wore a couple of necklaces and as before her hair hung loose over her shoulders. A pair of pink high-heeled shoes completed her outfit. She still looked stunning.

The first job she announced was to ferry pots and plants from her house to his and so Mark eagerly helped with the fetching and carrying. Once everything was safely on his balcony Mark disappeared, leaving her to arrange the plants. It took half an hour of Kate fiddling around before Mark was summoned to come and view. The transformation of his boring concrete balcony was amazing and he enthused wildly, before producing a fold up table and two chairs from a cupboard. He set them up while Kate finished by watering the plants thoroughly. 

"Wow," Mark said. "Good job. How about a glass of wine to celebrate?"

Kate protested, but she was made to sit down on one of the new chairs before Mark went to find two glasses of white wine. He reappeared carrying them on a tray. 

"It's Chenin Blanc," he announced. "Hope that's ok?"

"That's amazing. That's my favourite wine," Kate announced.

"Really? Mine too," replied Mark. "Take the glass nearest you. No. No, not that one, this one."

Kate had made a grab for the wrong glass and there was an awkward moment when Mark quickly put the tray down, snatched the glass from her saying there was a bit of cork in it, and handed her the glass that was nearest her. He disappeared briefly and then came and sat down.

"Sorry nothing worse than cork," he said.

"It would have been fine honestly," said Kate shrugging and thinking it was a strange fuss to make.

They toasted the plants, and new friends, and drank the glass of wine. They were soon chatting easily, the difficult moment forgotten. Mark swiftly scooped up Kate's glass the moment it was empty and returned with it full again. The conversation flowed easily, helped no doubt by the wine. Once the second glass had been drunk Kate complained that the wine had gone straight to her head.

It was at this point that he suggested she stay for some food.

"Do you like Spaghetti Carbonara?" He asked. "Bit of a signature dish of mine."

"Oh my god," said Kate, "that is too incredible, that's my favourite meal as well."

"Really. Wow!" said Mark, "that's settled then and he got up to start the cooking."

Kate began to protest that she couldn't stay, but her head was spinning a little and she realised that she needed food as quickly as possible. In any case she struggled to form a coherent argument as to why she shouldn't stay. Mark already knew Paul was away, so she reluctantly surrendered and moved into the lounge.

"Thank you so much," she said. "I hope I am not putting you to too much trouble." She sat down wishing the room would stop going round.


Tales of Reluctance: Tale 01



Over dinner the conversation continued to flow nicely and every time she picked it up her wine glass seemed to be full. The food went some way to offset the effects of the alcohol but she remained pretty merry throughout the meal. The spaghetti, which was excellent, was followed by chocolate brownies another big favourite of hers and then finally coffee, after turning down offers of a brandy. They continued to chat about everything and nothing until Kate with a gasp realised it was one o'clock in the morning.

"I must go," she gasped. Mark said he would walk her to the door, which made her giggle and as she laughed she tottered slightly. It was daft, but lovely that he was going to walk her a few steps from his door to hers. As they were locked in an apartment with a security man downstairs she was very safe, so it was completely unnecessary. Mark joked that his mother would never forgive him if he forgot his manners.

So Kate gave in, deciding it was nice to be looked after properly for a change. It was only a few steps, but Mark made sure she had her front door open and he had a quick glance inside the apartment to be sure, before going to say good night.

"See, no bogey man around tonight," said Kate laughing. She laughed again at the sight of Mark holding out his arms and then her hand pushed a hair off her face before warmly accepting his hug. 

"Good night and thank you," she said holding him tight and then adding. "I had lots of fun."

They held each other tightly for longer than perhaps friends should. Kate whispered her thanks enthusiastically for the meal again and for his great company.

"I really have not had this much fun for ages," she said pulling away slightly. 

"We must do it again soon," said Mark, "with Paul of course." He added quickly.

The two of them blushed a little, and for a moment they stood looking deeply into each other's eyes. Kate smiled shyly, leant forward and kissed him gently on the cheek. Mark slowly turned his head and extending his lips he kissed her on the mouth. The kiss was returned for a moment and then she pulled away, a surprised look on her face. Mark was about to apologise, when she leant forward again, their lips touched and they shared some quick gulping kisses. Mark held her tight. He loved the soft warm, wet feel of her lips and the way her mouth slowly moved in time with his. The bulge in his trousers began to grow as he found himself very turned on. Finally Kate placed her hands flat against Mark's chest and he let her go as she pulled away.

"Goodnight," she said and going inside she turned her back on him, went into her hallway and firmly shut the front door behind her. She could feel her heart racing in her chest as she stood, her back pressed against the door, her eyes open wide in a look of shock. Kate's lips tingled from their kissing. Eventually she pulled herself together enough to peek through the spyhole in the door. She hoped that he had gone.

The landing between her apartment and Mark's was empty and his front door was now shut too. She realised she was disappointed he had gone, even though a few moments before it had been what she wanted. That night she tossed and turned thinking about Mark, sometimes wishing she had asked him in and then at other moments glad she hadn't. Often she wondered if he was awake too, thinking of her. By morning she was both very tired and very confused.

A chance encounter!

Kate did a great job of keeping out of Mark's way over the next couple of weeks. No matter how hard he tried he never managed to get her alone, either she didn't answer the door or phone, or if he did see her Paul was with her. The events of the meal and late night together played on his mind. He worried that she was cross with him and would not want to see him again. Mark had really enjoyed her company and was keen to meet up again, but he feared he had scared her off. What he really needed was the chance to clear the air.

If only he had not tried to kiss her. It had been a mistake of over eagerness and a stupid mistake for a man of his experience to make. Then again he wasn't sure if he had made the first move. The moment of that first kiss was all a bit confusing and he was not sure if it hadn't been Kate kissing him first. He played the events over and over in his mind. His thoughts strayed to the taste of her lips, the warm moist sensation of her mouth and the musky smell of her perfume. It began slowly to drive him mad. 

What he needed he decided was some entertainment. A couple of hours and many texts later it was all arranged, and he had his wish a night out, away from the tension of Kate chasing.

Mark's phone beeped and he quickly snatched it up, looking at it intently.

"Got to go," he said to the lady he was having a drink with.

"OK," she said. "It was fun while it lasted and you did warn me. I will get the bill and follow behind. Off you go. Good luck." 

They kissed passionately on the lips, stared at each other intently for a moment and then Mark headed off. The lady watched him cross the room and then climb the circular staircase before sighing, and catching the bar tender's eye she motioned for the bill.

Out on the street Mark bumped straight into Paul and Kate. They were dressed in their finery. Kate looked stunning in a short, sleeveless burgundy dress. It accentuated her curves with a thick reddish coloured belt around her middle. Sadly it had a high neckline, but the belt brought her waist in and so showed off her curves perfectly. Her brown high-heeled shoes set her bare legs off to perfection as well.

Mark thought Kate's greeting was a little muted and awkward, but Paul seemed very happy to see him.

"Mark, are you heading home?" asked Paul.

"Yes," He replied. "Was about to jump into a cab. Want to come with me? We could share."

For Mark the next few moments were very awkward with Paul and Kate arguing over what would happen next. Paul said tersely that he had to go back to the office to deal with some problems with the floatation. Kate having had a wonderful time watching a west-end show followed by a meal was naturally fed up at being dumped suddenly by her husband. 

"You promised we would go clubbing," said Kate. The tension ramped up as the discussion went back and forth. In the end rather sulkily she agreed to be escorted home by Mark.

"I probably won't be home till tomorrow night darling," Paul said, kissing Kate on the cheek, which she ignored. Paul wandered off without looking back.

Kate and Mark stood looking at each other for what felt like forever. Kate seemed to Mark's mind to be glaring at him and he struggled for something to say.

"Drink?" said Mark when he finally found his voice and the need for someone to say something overwhelmed him. It was probably a very stupid idea he thought, but he was unsure of what else to do.

"Why not," replied Kate curtly, but then she smiled and to his relief she took his arm, as he led her back into the bar that he had just left. His earlier date had gone. He disappeared to the bar, stirring vigorously her vodka and tonic as he returned with the drinks. 

"Please could we not discuss what happened the other night," pleaded Kate when they were finally sat down together. "It was a mistake, ok?" 

Mark wanted to argue, to say it was wonderful, but decided she had been subjected to enough stress for one evening. He found lighter subjects to discuss and soon had her laughing, smiling and happily drinking another drink and then another.

"Lets go clubbing," said Kate suddenly. "Screw Paul! He promised me dancing and that's what I want to do." Mark protested and tried to talk her out of it, but she wouldn't hear of it. Kate made it plan that she was going, it was up to him if he came too or went home. So they were soon heading the short distance to the club that Kate had been planning to go to with her husband.

It was already busy when they went in, but Kate was immediately into the music, dragging Mark onto the dance floor and they began to dance to the heavy beat of the music. After a couple of songs Kate leant in very close and then closer still when it was clear Mark could not hear her.

"You are a great dancer," she yelled in his ear.

"So are you," he replied. He loved the way her flared skirt raised, showing off more leg as she moved. It grew very late, but Mark kept Kate supplied with drinks and they danced more or less all the time until the club announced it would be closing soon. The music slowed down and the lighting in the room went even darker.

"Do you want to go?" Mark asked unsure what to do now, as all around couples were holding each other tight and moving slowly to the music. Kate hesitated and then grabbing him she wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her head on his shoulder. Mark slowly put his arms around her waist and they stayed that way for the rest of the song and the next. When the music stopped, Kate raised her head and kissed Mark passionately on the lips.

"You better get me home before I turn into a wanton women," she said and they headed out into the night or early morning air. 

It was one o'clock in the morning.

"Thank you Mark," she said squeezing his arm. "I needed to let off some steam." He went to kiss her again, but she turned her head and he only got to kiss her cheek. She smiled at him. Her smile told him not to push his luck further, the spell was broken he thought sadly.

"There is a cab," she said suddenly pointing down the street, and sure enough there was one heading their way. They were soon homeward bound, the silence in the cab awkward and fairly quickly Kate closed her eyes and either fell asleep or pretended to. Mark looked out of the cab window and watched the world go by.

Growing frustrations

When Kate woke up she saw they were at their apartments.

"Drink?" said Mark, handing her a small bottle of water with the top already off. "I haven't touched it."

"Sorry I dozed right off there didn't I," said Kate, gratefully taking a long drink of the water as Mark paid for the cab. 

When Kate came round again she was sitting on Mark's sofa and she was feeling a little woozy. She could not remember how she had got there, her intention had been to go her own place. Alone! Mark was looking at her with concern on his face and he was holding a glass of water, which she thankfully took a drink of.

Mark placed his hand on her knee as he asked her if she was ok. When she nodded he commented that it was a shame that Paul had run out on her today and this seemed to open the floodgates. She talked for ages about how life with Paul was so difficult at the moment.

She let slip that they had not made love for over six months and he took no interest in her or what she was doing. It was floatation flotation she moaned. All the time she was speaking Mark had begun to gently stroke her knee with his right hand and then gradually he moved a little higher. Mid speech Kate paused and took a deep breath.

"Sorry I seem to have fallen into the habit of touching your leg," Mark commented.

Kate smiled.

"Do you want me to stop?" Mark asked

Kate shook her head.

"Its very nice," she said.

So Mark began to reach further up her leg, reaching as high as he could before slowly running his fingertips down her skin till he returned to her knee. Her breathing seemed to miss a beat every time he moved downwards.

Kate's chattering began to falter and though sometimes she managed to form coherent sentences about the problems with her husband she clearly began to struggle to concentrate.

Mark gently moved back her round so he could still stroke her legs whilst lying back on the sofa. Kate was now kneeling between his legs. He loved the sensation of her thigh. It was soft, silky with the slight roughness of the hair follicles causing some friction with his skin. He ran his hand round underneath her leg, Kate gasped suddenly as he did. 

Her eyes were closed and her breathing was fast. He could feel the hard knot of her leg muscle as she tensed her leg. All that time on the treadmill he thought. He gently lifted her skirt and using two hands stroked both of her thighs; she lifted herself a little higher, gasping with the sensation.

"Oh yes," she moaned. "Just like that. That feels amazing."

"Would you like a kiss?" asked Mark.

Kate opened her eyes and shook her head. "I am not going to fuck you." She said with firmness that surprised him. "I am not. I do love what you are doing though." And the faraway look returned. 

Mark smiled, watching her closely. Seeing the intent to keep her word and not sleep with him, but at the same time realising she was not going to ask him to stop his gentle caress. He focussed on watching her and adjusting what he was doing to maximise the pleasure for her.

"Please don't stop. That's so nice." She whispered. He clearly was doing it right he thought. "I so miss the touch of a man." She murmured.

His fingers moved gradually to the inside of her leg and slowly traced a path upwards, moving closer and closer to her knickers.

"You are so soft, so lovely" said Mark.

"Please no higher," said Kate suddenly, but her eyes remained closed. "I am so turned on." She opened her eyes to look at him seeming to be momentarily embarrassed, before adding with a smile. "I am a little wet."

He ignored her and with one finger he touched the material of her knickers right where her pussy was.

"No," she gasped. "Not there."

"It feels lovely," Mark said, "let me show you how nice it can be." And he used his fingers to touch her a little harder. Her knickers were indeed damp. He began to stroke up and down, Kate breathing harder and rolling her eyes. Mark kept stroking up and down, occasionally making small circles before resuming moving up and down, as she seemed more turned on by that. Kate opened her legs a little wider encouraging him to continue. Suddenly he slipped his index finger inside her knickers making her gasp. He could feel her dampness on his fingertip and the coarseness of her pubic hair contrasted against the wonderful soft, wet, warmth of her pussy.

"Can I have that kiss now?" Gasped Kate, leaning forwards. She and Mark kissed long and passionately.

"We are still not going to fuck," she said sternly, "but let me help you."

She lifted her body up and to Mark's surprise she pulled her knickers halfway down her thighs, so he could more easily pleasure her. He resumed stroking her, making her moan with pleasure as she lay on top of him. As his thumb gently ran up and down the length of her slit, he could feel between his fingers the warm slick sensation of her pussy juices. Kate's moaning became more and more intense.

"Don't stop darling," she begged. "Fuck that's sooooo good."

He smiled at the word darling and the fact she had used the F word. Mark continued to try and find ways to take her to higher and higher levels of pleasure.

She began to slightly gyrate her hips as Mark slipped two fingers inside her, she began to push against them, lowering herself onto his groin and trapping his fingers. It hurt him a little, but he held them where they were, staying inside her and trying to maintain the pleasure for her.

"I can feel how hard you are," she said whispering in his ear and then kissing him on the lips again. "I can feel your lovely big cock against me."

"Rip my knickers off." She said.

"What?" he said, shocked and surprised at what she had said. 

"Rip them." She repeated. "Go on. I want you too."

He withdrew his fingers and reaching up with both hands he grabbed her knickers on one side. She had lifted her body up to help him. 

"Tear them off," she said again.

He split her knickers with a short sharp tug and pulled the material away. She smiled, breathing deeply, eyes closed as the material was pulled across her ass. Mark tossed the ripped underwear onto the floor.

"Now hold still," said Kate and lifting her skirt up so it was not between her groin and his, she began to rub her bare pussy up and down against the hard bulge of his cock. She began to rub harder and harder forcing Mark down onto the sofa. Even through his trousers he loved the sensation.

"You are so big and so hard," she moaned. "You feel so fucking big."

At first he used his right hand to make gentle circles on her ass as she rubbed him. He loved the feeling of her soft skin on his hand. The force of her thrusting, the fact her belt was digging in him and he wasn't exactly laying comfortably meant in the end he gave up and just gripped the arm of the sofa tightly as she continued to rub against him.

"I am sorry darling." She began to say over and over. 

He felt his cock go ever harder and a growing urge to come grew stronger. He also began to gasp, as much with pain, as pleasure, but still Kate carried on.

"Sorry," now was all she was saying. Repeating it over and over as she became a little wild, eyes closed, hair dishevelled. He watched her moaning, thrashing up and down as fast as she could. Just as Mark felt he would soon have a very wet warm sensation in his trousers, Kate came with a long drawn out moan. Her body began to quiver and she briefly held herself above him supported by both arms before flopping down onto his chest.

"Fuck that was amazing," she said. Mark went to move.

"Just hold me," she whispered and Mark kept still, holding her tight. His hand over her bare bottom again, he loved the fact it felt warm and clammy as he held her.

Mark realised that she was crying, so he held her as tight as he could.

"Its ok darling," he said. "Just let it all out."

Kate paused and pulled up his shirt. Kissing his bare chest before again lying back down. He could feel the warm wetness of her tears on his chest as she continued to cry.

"I am sorry," she whispered, "that was all a little overwhelming."

And then gradually she became calm and quiet. When she had been completely still for some while, Mark began to wonder if she had fallen asleep.

"Are you cross with me?" she said suddenly, breaking into the silence that had descended.

He lifted her head, she resisted at first and then co-operated. He could see the redness in her eyes.

"Why would I be cross?" he said smiling at her, "that was incredible." He hoped the eye contact would convey to her his frankness.

"Well I thought you might be frustrated that...........well you know." She paused. 

"That we haven't made love properly?" said Mark. "I love what we just shared." He said intensely, again making sure there was eye contact. "I love giving you pleasure and watching you lose control. It was......Wow." He voice tailed off and Kate once again lay back on his chest.

"That was the most amazing orgasm of my life," she said. "But................ I must go. This is not right. We must not go any further."

"Stay the night," begged Mark, trying to hold her arm as she got up. 

"We don't have to make love, just share my bed," he begged.

She ignored him and as he watched she calmly picked up the remains of her knickers and placed them in the bin. It seemed a strange thing to worry about there and then.

"You will make sure you put them safely in the wheelie bin downstairs won't you," she said. "I'd just die if anyone found them."

"Of course I will," he replied. "Please................. stay with me tonight."

"I can't darling," said Kate sitting beside Mark and running her hand through his hair. "If I stay we will make love. You know we will and I could not bear the guilt. Please let me go. I feel guilty enough towards you for not giving you as much pleasure as you gave me, but I will never forget tonight."

Mark lent forward to kiss her again but she placed her hand on his lips and resisted him. Kate shook her head, but smiled when he kissed her fingers. 

"I love you," said Mark as she removed her hand. "Stay," then after a pause. "I don't suppose Paul would be very happy about what we have done already. So stay."




Tales of Reluctance: Tale 01



Kate smiled and continued to stroke his hair. "You don't love me my darling, you don't even know me." And she got up to go. Mark decided to let her go, so she quietly let herself out of the apartment without further protest or word.

Mark sent an e-mail saying he was ready for some equipment to be installed in his flat and he went somewhat frustrated to bed.

A new customer

Paul went through his presentation one more time, again making a clumsy job of moving the slides on, although he was eloquent and clear in what he said. When Paul had finally reached the end, Mark suggested that he should come that evening in order to manage the slides for him.

"Let me handle the technology and you can focus on the words," he said.

It had been a few days ago that Paul asked if he would help out at YNBF's floatation party by setting up a screen, projector and computer. Paul wanted to make a presentation to thank everyone for all the hard work. It was a pretty easy task, but knowing how important this day was Mark had of course said yes. It also meant there was a good chance he would see Kate.

Kate much like the first time they had got close had disappeared and been very successful at avoiding him. He had hoped she might be at the rehearsal. She wasn't, but obviously she would have to be at the party that night.

"Are you happy to come tonight and help me," said Paul. "Of course you will then stay for the rest of the evening. Kate will be delighted to see you."

Mark agreed that he would be only too happy to help out, although of course he had misgivings about whether or not Paul's wife would be pleased to see him.

There was already quite a large crowd in the function room when Mark arrived that evening. He anxiously went over to his equipment, checked it was still there and set it up so the screen now displayed a large YNBF logo. The room was filled with the sound of chatter and laughing.

"Mark, what are you doing here?" Said a voice behind him and he turned to see Kate standing frowning at him. 

She was wearing a patterned blue and black cocktail dress. It was sleeveless with a V-neck and the flared skirt was knee length. There was a black belt around her waist. Her black shoes had high heels and this time she was wearing flesh coloured tights or stockings. As ever she looked stunning. Her hair hung over her shoulders.

She grabbed his arm and took him off to one side.

"I knew you were helping with the presentation, but are you staying all evening?" She whispered quietly.

He replied that he was and explained how Paul had found it really hard to talk and work the slides at the same time. 

"He is a very good presenter, but as you know he is really bad with technology," said Mark with a shrug. Kate said no more, and walked off, clearly unhappy about his presence. He wondered if he should go, but he was trapped. Also he thought that you never knew what opportunities an evening would bring. Fate seemed to have a way of throwing him and Kate together so he remained optimistic.

The presentation went smoothly and the information about the future plans of YNBF, the thanks for all the hard work and the celebration of the floatation went down very well. Mark could see how Paul had a combination of ruthlessness and charm, which meant he got what he wanted one way or another. There was no question he was not a man to be messed with.

Mark himself was charming and good with people so he found it easy to find interesting people to talk to and circulated freely until the bell rang for dinner. Paul had seated Mark on the top table with himself and Kate, which was very flattering, especially as he had been such a late addition to the guest list. When Paul introduced Mark to his inner sanctum of guests he told everyone that Mark had been his saviour with the presentation. Kate kissed him on both cheeks when it was her turn and whispered a "sorry" in his ear.

Mark was unsure whether or not the sorry was for him being lumbered with helping Paul or for her behaviour earlier, but he was happy that she was being apologetic for something. The meal passed by happily, the food and wine was good although Mark made sure he drank only water and then there were speeches by a couple of other senior YNBF people before the proceedings split up.

Although his plan has been to try and keep close to Kate post meal he soon lost sight of her in the melee and so was once again left alone. Mark resumed mingling with the crowd, often scanning the room in the hope of spotting Kate. Eventually he spotted both Paul and Kate and he said, "excuse me," to the group he was chatting with and headed towards the hosts. 

As Mark walked towards them Paul face seemed to take on a look of fear and suddenly there was a bit of a commotion and Kate screaming "Paul!" Mark moved swiftly and managed to catch Paul as he fell to ground, slowly lowering him down. Mark loosened his tie and shirt before asking people to give them some room and singling one man out told him to get water.

It took Mark and Kate several minutes to get Paul sat up, sipping water and feeling like he could stand up.

"I don't know what came over me," he said.

"Too much to drink," said Kate, "that's what. I told you to watch it."

"Well he has been working very hard," said Mark and he received a glare from Kate in response.

They agreed that Mark should go home and although Kate argued she could do this on her own. Paul and Mark both insisted that he came too. When Mark said he had not been drinking and also he had his car at the hotel, it was quickly settled. They walked a wobbly Paul out to the car, strapped him into the front seat of Mark's Porsche, while Kate jumped in the back, and they headed off home.

It was a similar performance at the apartments. They guided Paul in and he insisted on going straight to bed. It was then that Mark realised he had left all his computer stuff at the hotel.

"I will have to go get it," he said. Kate realised that she had to offer to go back with him. It was only fair. She knew that Paul had been there to help when he had taken it, so it was too much for one to carry.

So it was agreed that Mark and Kate would have to go back to the hotel and retrieve everything.

"Go back, take your time, enjoy the party if you like," said Paul groggily, before with a wave of his hand he stomped off to the bedroom.

Kate and Mark left immediately to retrieve the equipment. 

Kate looked back at the apartment as she walked across the car park, Paul quickly stepping back from the window as she looked up. Fortunately she did not appear to notice him and she looked away again. He smiled, wobbled and lay down on the bed holding his head. 

"Oh god I feel awful," he announced to the ceiling and was silent. He was soon snoring as he fell soundly asleep.

"You ok?" asked Mark when he had nosed the car out of the car park and they were heading back towards the hotel.

Kate nodded and then on the car journey proceeded to moan about what a "dick-head" as she put it, Paul was. She complained bitterly about him getting drunk at his own party. Mark concluded from this that things were no better between the two of them and he tried to offer comfort and be a good listener on the trip to the hotel. 

When the car was loaded Mark appeared with two glasses of champagne.

"One for the road." He said.

Kate looked hard at the glass she was holding, which appeared to be bubbling very enthusiastically. Mark realised it was a contrast to his, which was pretty flat.

"Yours was out of a newly opened bottle, where as mine was the last of the previous," he said quickly and then added. "Cheers." He clinked their glasses together and Kate took a sip. They both chatted briefly and drank their drinks. Kate thought it wasn't the best champagne, as it had a bit of an aftertaste, but that's cheap hotel plonk she thought.

About an hour later they were back at home. It took the two of them several trips to get everything back into Mark's apartment, and so finally with the job done Kate said goodnight and went to leave. She refused all his offers of drinks or refreshment but as she went to leave she did totter a little on her high heels and to steady herself she put her hand against the wall.

"Are you ok?" Said Mark moving to the coffee table and pressing a button on a device. A little light showed red, then green, and then he moved quickly to her side, placing a hand on each of her shoulders to steady her.

"Just a little dizzy," she said holding her head.

"Its ok," he replied. "Just relax and take it easy." Standing behind her he began to run his hands up and down her bare arms. She looked back at him.

"Its ok," he whispered. "I am going to look after you."

"Please let me go," she said.

He slowly walked round to the front and smiling at her, Kate quickly pushed her hair back so it was behind her shoulders. 

"No," she said.

Mark put a finger under her chin, pushing it up a little and kissed her. 

"This is not right," she said quietly, but then began kissing him back.

The kisses were slow and intense; Kate put her hand on his shoulder as they continued to explore each other's mouths. Mark's hands ending up around her waist and he pulled her towards him. They stood kissing for ages, each kiss more intense and longer than the last.

"Take my dress off," she whispered.

"Are you sure?" said Mark, and Kate nodded.

"I want you to fuck me," she said. "If my husband can't take care of my needs then I need someone who can and I keep thinking about your big cock inside me."

Mark smiled this was perfect. He was going to seduce her. Kate seemed to have a moment of anxiousness and guessing what she was thinking he said.

"Don't worry. Paul has had a skin full and will sleep all night."

"I know," she said.

He turned her round, and for the first time he took her large breast in his hands and cupped them. Kate pushed her head back into him, as he unzipped her dress and it fell off her shoulders revealing a white, very sexy bra that showed off her breasts wonderfully. She held his head as he pulled the dress right off her. He was surprised to see she was wearing sexy lingerie, with stockings and suspenders as well as matching knickers to her bra.

"Wow," he said, as using Mark for support, she stepped completely out of her dress. His hands ran all over her body as her hand were still wrapped round his neck behind her.

"Do you like my outfit?" She said. "I bought it for Paul, but now it's just for you. I love the fact I am wearing it for you." But the last word was lost in a gasp as Mark had begun to cup her left breast with one hand and using a flat hand rub her pussy through the material of her knickers. Kate's hand pushed his hand harder against her pussy as he rubbed. He brought his hands to her breasts again and he slipped her large tits out of her bra. Now with a bare breast to rub he continued where he started. Firstly playing with her hardening nipples, then using one hand on her pussy and one on her breast, he ran his face through her soft silky hair and closing his eyes he kissed her neck.

"I want your cock," she moaned. "I want to see it."

He assumed she meant him to take her to the bedroom and begin to fuck her, but to his delight she turned round and dropped to her knees in front of him. Her light brown eyes looked up at him with longing as she undid his belt, button and fly. Slowly his trousers and boxers fell down and his cock stood to attention in front of her. She could see the veins standing out along the shaft and she felt she could almost see them pulsing with the blood needed to support his enormous dick.

"Its even bigger than I imagined," she said, stroking it with first one hand then the other, and then with mouth open wide and looking up at him she gently licked the tip. 

"Is that how you like it," she said and then almost to herself she added. "It's been a while since I have done this."

She popped the head in her mouth, paused, and then pulled away making a smacking sound as she did.

"You like that?" she asked and Mark nodded. So she repeated the same thing several more times before firmly grabbing his dick in one hand and stroking it firmly up and down.

"It's so big and so beautiful," she said. "You have a beautiful cock." She seemed to be studying it, just an inch or two from her face. Mark looked down at her, wearing her sexy lingerie, breasts sticking out from her bra and he knew he had succeeded.

"Suck it," he said, and she put it back in her mouth again and began to give him an intense blowjob. His hand began to gently stroke her hair, moving the odd stray strand off her face. She began to get braver and put more of his cock in her mouth, beginning to make gagging and gasping sounds as she did. He smiled and lightly placed his hand on the back of her head. He began gently to push her head so she would take even more of his dick into her mouth. Kate looked up at him, briefly in alarm, but then tried to co-operate as Mark began to moan with pleasure.

When Kate seemed to have taken as much as she could, he held her head still for a moment, so his cock stayed deep in her mouth before releasing her. When she pulled back she gagged a little, and gasped, before eagerly licking and kissing just the tip for a few moments. He made her take some length in and out of her mouth quickly, before again pushing his cock as deeply into her mouth as he could.

"Oh fuck that's good," he said, holding her for longer this time. Her feet briefly lifting off the ground as she tried to hold it for as long as he wanted. When he released her this time she looked up at him. Her eyes were wide with shock.

"Wow," she said, "I can't breathe when you do that, but its so fucking sexy." She gasped for breath for a few moments and then she resumed kissing the tip and stroking his cock hard with both hands. Mark put his hand under her chin and lifted her head.

But before he could say anything. Kate spoke.

"Can we have sex now?" She said and so he helped her to her feet, taking both of her hands in his. She squealed as using both hands he gave her knickers a sharp tug and ripped them off her, letting them fall to the ground, before picking her up in his arms. He carried her to the bedroom before putting her back on her feet just beside the bed.

"Lie down," he said, pushing her gently onto the bed. She lay on her back, legs in the air and bent at the knee. She lay still, watching him as he knelt down between her legs. Kate licked her fingers and played with her clit, still looking at him longingly. He began to rub the tip of his cock over her slit, up and down the lips of her pussy and from side to side. Kate began to moan.

"Please be gentle," she said with alarm on her face, "it's been a while since I and you are so much bigger than Paul," and she placed both hands under her knees and spread her legs wide for him. He very slowly pushed his cock completely into her, making her moan and squeal as he did. He loved the wide-eyed, mouth open look of shock on her face as she took it all. Just as slowly he began to remove it until he was only just inside her.

"Oh shit," she said and he smiled at her. 

"You like that huh?" he said. Kate nodded in response.

He began to slowly move in and out of her as she looked up at him groaning with pleasure. His right hand began to play with her breasts. She spread her pussy a little wider for him with her fingers.

"Oh yes Mark," she moaned softly. "Its feels so good." He put an arm either side of her body to take his weight and lifted himself up, so his weight was bearing down on her more. Kate lay back and lifted her legs more into the air.

"Holy shit," she said as using his weight he began to fuck her a little harder and faster. He watched her as she lay, head slightly to one side, moaning with pleasure. Her legs were now up around his shoulders. She began to scream.

"Give it to me, give it to me," she cried as he continued to bang her. 

Her screams became more intense as she closed her eyes and with a cry she came. He held his cock deep inside her, watching the orgasm wash over her and feeling her body twitching. Mark then withdrew.

"Get onto all fours," he said and kissing her on the back and ass as she moved round, he got himself into position and entered her from behind. She started moaning with pleasure immediately, her head on the mattress, ass in the air, as he fucked her. Mark held onto her waist, slamming into her, as Kate lifted herself up a bit, supporting her weight with her arms. 

Mark pushed her down, making her lie flat on the bed as he continued to fuck her from behind. He lowered his body so he lay on right on top of her, kissing her neck and holding her hands.

"You are in so fucking deep," she moaned. So fucking deep," she repeated.

He pushed as hard as he could into her, screwing her with long strokes for as long as he could. Kate begging for more, as she loved the fact his body was pressing down on her and he was gripping her hands so tightly. It was an incredibly intense period of fucking, but in the end Mark had to pause and he withdrew, not wanting to come yet and end it.

"Let me ride you", she said and she got up off the bed. She slowly stripped, unclipping her suspenders and peeling off her stockings and then unclipping her bra. Mark stroked his dick as he watched her undress.

"You are so sexy," he said.

He lay back, as she climbed on top, sitting up with Mark's hands under her thighs, reaching down she slipped him back inside her. She then put her hands behind her to support herself, either side of his body.

"Oh fuck," she said and throwing her head back she began to move up and down, Mark using his hold on her thighs to help her. She moved slowly at first, mouth open at how wonderful it felt. Kate moved very rhythmically up and down, a gasp coming from her at the bottom of every movement. Mark began to lift her higher and faster as she moaned even louder. She rode him this way for a while until she lifted her legs and placed her feet on his knees. This allowed him to drill into her very hard for a while, her feet slipped off his knees but she quickly put them back and he resumed the rapid hard fuck he was giving her.

"Oh fuck, yes," she moaned, putting her feet back on the mattress she gyrated her hips, mouth open, screaming as she finally came with a low gasp. 

Mark sat up behind her and begun to fuck her with Kate sitting in his lap. His hands cupped and squeezed her breasts as they continued to make love. Mark's breathing was now very rapid and he began to make quiet moaning sounds as she rode him.

"Don't come inside me," Kate said suddenly. "Its not safe." He withdrew and she lay over him and sucked his cock hard. He kissed her neck and cheek and she began to stroke his dick with her hand and them resumed sucking him again. He pushed her head down with his hand so she took his entire shaft into her mouth. Suddenly grabbing her, he made her kneel in front of him, as he stood over her. 

Taking her hand he made her stroke him, moaning as she did.

"Open your mouth," he said and as she did he came over her face. She gasped.

"Now kiss it." He said and she began to kiss and lick his come-covered cock. When she had kissed and licked it for a while, he smiled and held out his hands to help her to her feet.

They curled up together on the bed.

"That was so good, and so much better than my husband," she said kissing him on the chest. "When can we do it again?"

"Well I am afraid I need to go do something now," he replied. 

"What at two in the morning!" She said surprised. "Surely not."

"Yes sorry, he said. "If it wasn't important I would stay curled up with you while I recover and then I would make love to you again. But I have to sort out a computer problem for a client. It's the only time they can have their system down. Would you like meet up again tomorrow?"




Tales of Reluctance: Tale 02



Part one

The two brothers James and Jonathon had been on floating on air all week. It was the first anniversary of the opening of their restaurant and the financial review with the backers had gone incredibly well. They were already two years ahead of their business plan, debt free and able to think about spending more freely. It had been such a tough year, but suddenly it all seemed worthwhile.

As brothers, they were very close, sharing a bedsit and able to live in each other pockets during the most intense year of their lives and yet their personalities were so different. James was the charming, handsome, outgoing one who could sell ice cubes to Eskimos and always seemed to come out of scrapes smelling of roses. Jonathon was the reserved methodical thinker with the passion and gift for cooking. He had kept the restaurant on an even keel, stopped James's excesses and kept them on budget, whilst James charmed the punters and made diners want to come back again and again.

This difference of character was already on show. Parked outside the restaurant was a shiny nearly new Aston Martin. Ordered by James the same day as their financial review, within an hour of coming out in fact. Meanwhile Jonathon looked through financial magazines for safe places to invest the money that was now flowing his way. 

Wednesday's they always sat in a quiet corner and had lunch together, often sampling new dishes which Jonathon was considering adding to the menu. Today though they planned to saviour the past year, let the staff run the restaurant on what was always their quietest lunchtime.

The conversation flowed through the meal as they reminisced about childhood and their teens. This mainly revolved around the stunts James had pulled and how Jonathon had rescued him. The time he had borrowed their parent's car and crashed it, the time he had gone off with the local heavies girlfriend. Each story was funnier than the last, and no worse for the exaggerations that time had bestowed upon the tale or that it had been told a million times.

James then suddenly asked. "How are you getting on with Harriet?" Harriet was Jonathon's girlfriend of three or so years. James made no secret of the fact he was not exactly a fan of Harriet's, often telling Jonathon he should be out there having fun, not tied to one woman, but it was no use. Jonathon would always laugh and tell James that a serious relationship was beyond his understanding, and always would be.

However, despite this James was not prepared for the next piece of news.

Jonathon suddenly announcing, "Actually I have been meaning to say to you, I plan to ask her to marry me, now the restaurant is running well."

"What?" said James, amazed at what he heard. "You are joking right?"

The argument that followed got quite heated, as James made it clear that he thought Jonathon was completely mad, and it would never work. Jonathon for the first time realised how opinionated James was, about relationships, and the fact in his eyes they were never successful.

"You either split up," he said, "or spend the rest of your life miserable. So why trap yourself?"

This reignited the argument, as Jonathon made a spirited defence of marriage and his relationship with Harriet, pointing out how he was madly in love with her.

"And I always will be and she with me," he said pompously.

"I don't doubt that," said James, "all I am saying is sometime soon both of you will wish for a change, something fresh. You know the excitement of meeting someone different, getting to know her, the thrill of the first time you make love to someone new. All that exciting freshness that is no longer there in your current stale and boring relationship."

"You may think like that James, but most people don't," said Jonathon wearily. "What about friendship and the deep understanding from really knowing someone?" At that moment, Sandra one of the waitresses, brought coffee for them, and they paused their conversation, so as not to be overheard in front of the staff. When she had gone, they carried on.

"Take Sandra for instance," said Jonathon, " she is happily married, what is it two years now with that ...erm Brian?"

"Not that happily," said James smugly, watching his brothers face change as his words sunk in.

"What do you mean?" said Jonathon aghast. "Oh god, you haven't?"

James told his brother about the brief affair that Sandra and he had had. "It was last year, she was feeling a bit ignored, I had the stress of fitting out the restaurant. Sandra ended up being the one helping me, so we spent a lot of time together, and so one night we ended up kissing, and then one thing led to another."

"You are impossible," said Jonathon shaking his head.

"No, just normal," said James, smiling at his brother's indignation. "You should try playing around sometime, its awesome."

"Oh my god," said Jonathon suddenly, "That's why she went off sick for three weeks just when we had opened. You moaned about that just as much as me and it was all your doing."

"Er yes, I had meant to explain that to you sometime," said James sheepishly.

"Anyway my point is, you can't just go around expecting every married woman to jump into bed with you when you click your fingers," said Jonathon. "It doesn't work like that."

So once more the row started again, as they argued back and forth about James talent's as a lover, and the fact in Jonathon's opinion it was one thing bedding a string of young naïve "airheads" as he put it, it was quite another seducing an intelligent married woman.

"I bet I could pick a woman now, at random, and given a few weeks, have got her to sleep with me," said James.

The bet "you can't", bet "I can", went back and forth for several minutes, with both brothers sticking to their view, and the tone getting more and more serious, as they tossed taunts between each other.

"How much do you bet?" Said James suddenly, now bored with arguing and cross that he was being doubted.

There was a long pause, and finally Jonathon cautiously proposed that the loser spend the regular football season being the one who gets up early to book tickets for the games. This would mean 16 early starts, up at six in the morning after a late night at the restaurant, which both men absolutely hated. The penalty for failure would be, they replace the missing tickets with the much more expensive hospitality package.

"Done!" Said James and inside both men gulped, this had suddenly got serious. If they had both been honest neither of them wanted it to go this far.

"Slow down. There is one other condition." Said Jonathon quickly. "I pick the woman not you."

"No way!" said James. "No way!"

The two brothers who never argued about anything then began yet another disagreement. In the end James climbed down, chastened by Jonathon's digs that apparently he could seduce anyone, not someone he had specially picked out. James got agreement that it had to be someone he liked the look of. It would be impossible to do this if he did not fancy the lady he said.

"You? You fancy anything in a skirt," said James laughing, "but ok," and he looked at his phone and replied to a text.

"Just Harriet," he said, explaining who had texted him, and then immediately calling loudly for Sandra to bring more coffee. James noted in amusement the way Jonathon was now being grumpy with her, rather than his usual friendly self. If she found out he had told Jonathon, she would be even grumpier with him.

At that point the door opened and four ladies walked into the restaurant. They had not booked, but late lunch on a Wednesday was not a problem for the restaurant, so seating them would be straightforward. The brothers admired the attractive, well-dressed, elegant ladies who were all laughing happily.

Jonathon said, "what about the lady in the blue pattern dress? She came in last week with a different group and I briefly spoke to her. She is married with kids, not sure how many or what ages, but I know a little about her and you can't say she isn't very attractive. She must be a fair target for our bet."

James studied the woman Jonathon had selected. She was in a knee length blue and white patterned dress with a V-neck and thin straps. Her blond hair was wavy and hung down below her shoulders, on her feet were strappy sandals. James had to admit she was lovely and so unable to think of a way of saying no, he agreed.

"But you must help by introducing me," said James. To which Jonathon immediately agreed.

The brothers sat for a while saying very little, both excited about a possible victory over their sibling, but at the same time fearing the ridicule of defeat. Finally James nudged Jonathon and they both watched as the lady in question walked past them on the way to the rest room. They silently agreed to talk to her on her way back to the table. James admired her slim figure as she went past; she had shapely legs and a petite bust. James liked more and more what he saw.

"Nice to see you here again," said Jonathon as the lady walked past.

"Its lovely to be back," she said confidently. Her big smile lightened up her whole face and James was able to see that she was even prettier close up, with light blue eyes and an air of elegance, which turned him on.

"May I introduce my brother James?" Said Jonathon. James stepped forward and shook her cool, soft hand. He loved the confident way the lady held his gaze. 

"Nice to meet you, Miss?" Said James.

"Alice!" She said "And as lovely as it was of you to otherwise, I am a Mrs." She held up a finger, which had on it a wedding band, an engagement and an eternity ring.

"Let me escort you back to the table then Mrs Alice," said James, which made her smile. He followed her back to her friends. He made a performance of checking that everyone had had a good meal and that all had been satisfactory. He motioned for Sandra and offered a drink on the house to end their meal. As the ladies thought about drinks and offered their thanks, James dropped his pen. He quickly knelt down to pick it up. 

The game is on he thought to himself.

Part two

His new Aston Martin had been sitting in a car parking space, in sight of the front of the house, but hopefully out of view of the occupants, for over an hour now. This did look like the kind of road where curtains twitched and the neighbours gossiped about strangers hanging around. It would not of surprised him if someone had already written down his registration number. Consequently James felt very conspicuous. Finally though the front door of the house opened and a man came out with two little girls. To be frank James was no expert, but he guessed the girls were about eleven and eight. They had long blonde hair just like their mum and were just as pretty. James smiled, grateful for not having such baggage. He could not imagine having to do a school run every day.

He watched as the girls jumped into the builders van, the man started it's engine and then the van pulled off the drive. James wanted to duck down as it drove past, but he thought again about all the neighbours watching his behaviour through their curtains. Fortunately the driver did not seem to notice him anyway.

James forced himself to wait a full five minutes before he fired the Aston's engine up. He cursed at how loud a V12 engine was, as he drove the short distance to the house, parked, opened the gate and walked up the rough stone path and knocked crisply on the door. A dog barked and someone came quickly to the door.

"What have you..." said Alice, as she opened the door. "Oh gosh! Sorry! I assumed you were my husband, having forgotten something." She babbled. "The girls are always leaving something behind." A black Labrador sniffed around James's feet then briefly stood and looked around, before sloping back indoors.

Then she appeared to realise that she was not exactly dressed for visitors. She was wearing a pure white cotton dressing gown, which was the whitest of whites in colour. It was full length, so quite modest, but none the less she wrapped it tightly around her, as though fearing it might fall off. James could see there were white little polka dots on the sleeve.

"Er...James right? From the restaurant? What on earth are you doing here? And how? Alice had got redder and redder as she spoke. James hoped from the embarrassment of opening the door in her dressing gown and not from growing alarm that he had found out where she lived. "Oh god have you found my phone," she suddenly said.

James relieved and impressed that she had worked it out triumphantly held up a phone. When James dropped his pen in the restaurant, he had used all those skills he had developed as a teenage tearaway and "borrowed" her phone from the open handbag sitting by her seat. He had made sure there was lots of fuss from all the staff, as Alice's party left, to ensure she was distracted, and did not check for her phone. She clearly had only noticed later and too late to impact on his plan.

"Oh thank god you have," she said. "I have been panicking about it." The ice was now broken and she invited him in for a cup of tea. As the kettle was boiling she made an awkward apology and fled upstairs to get dressed. As she ran up the stairs she cursed herself for being so stupid, how could she open the door to him in her dressing gown, with no make up on, and her hair a mess. 

"Aaaaarrrrrrggggggghhhhhhh," she said to herself, but then laughed. What was she thinking? She was married, why should she worry about what other men thought of her. However there was no denying she had been quite struck by the affluent, cocky, athletic James, when she had met him in the restaurant. Pull yourself together she thought.

"Do you take sugar?" James asked, as she walked back into the kitchen. Alice made the old joke about being sweet enough and then groaned inside about how lame she was. She now wore a short, high-necked, green patterned dress with smart black heels. James noted that her hair and makeup were now immaculate. She shook her head again to decline the sugar, and smiled as James passed a cup of tea to her. The colour of the teas was perfect, nice and strong just as she liked it. Alice was impressed.

"You look nice," he said.

"Do I?" she said. "Thank you, off to see some girl friends. I appreciate the compliment though,"

They then chatted about this and that. James focussed his conversation around her daughters, which pleasantly surprised Alice. He discovered they were actually thirteen and ten so he had been some way out on their ages. He resisted the temptation to say she didn't look old enough to have kids of that age, but instead asked lots of questions and Alice found herself really enjoying the conversation with this man. During the conversation he reminded her she had joined their mailing list and so the restaurant had her address. He apologised that he had technically broken the law, using her address for the purpose he had.

"Data-protection," he commented and then it was his turn to feel that he was sounding lame.

"I forgive you," she said with a reassuring look on her face.

Alice tried hard to make him take some money for petrol, or as a reward, but James said he would not hear of it. She was a customer and so he was more than happy to help.

"You do have a great restaurant," she said, to move on from this moment of awkwardness.

"There is one big favour you could do me." Said James suddenly.

"Anything," said Alice, "you today, are my hero."

So he began to explain about the backing they got for the restaurant and that one of the conditions they had to meet was to survey some of their customers each quarter. 

"It shows the money men the restaurant is meeting customer needs." James explained.

"Of course I will. I love your restaurant anyway," said Alice. "I'd be happy to fill your survey in."

"No, you don't understand," said James. "We always have enough surveys filled in. We have to do three face-to-face interviews about the restaurant and I am one short this quarter. It's so hard to get people to agree to the more time consuming interviews," he said. Alice went to speak, but he cut across her. "How it works is I take you to lunch and then we talk about your experiences at the restaurant. Lunch is on me of course."

"I am happy to help," said Alice and so after a brief conversation they agreed on the following Wednesday at noon. James would pick her up from the house and they would go together. Alice had protested a lot about being picked up, but James insisted, and a part of her liked the fact that he was so chivalrous. He kissed her on both cheeks as they thanked each other for the kindness of the return of the phone and the lunchtime interview. They then went their separate ways.

Part three

Alice was fretting over what to wear. James would be arriving to pick her up in an hour and she originally had put on a trouser suit and blouse, but then he had phoned to say there was a change of plan. They were still lunching, but they were going to a much more formal restaurant called "The River Fork." She had been sitting by a computer so had immediately looked it up, and she was impressed, it was extremely nice with prices on the menu to match.

In the end she chose a velvet-red coloured, sleeveless dress, which was thigh length. So she put on dark black tights and her heeled black shoes. She found a gold bracelet and popped that on too. She always felt confident in this dress, the waist was slimming and it allowed her to dress simply, in clothes whose colour made a strong statement. She hoped he would like it, and then told herself off for thinking about such things.

Alice got her answer as soon as she opened the door to James. The compliments had flowed immediately, and she felt she could quickly get used to this much attention. Alice had been impressed when she saw the Aston and even more impressed at the way he opened the door for her to get in. As ever the conversation flowed easily and James took the opportunity to say they were considering buying the restaurant they were going to, hence the change of plan. He also confirmed this meant today there was no interview to worry about. Finally he told Alice that no one at the hotel, because it was also a small five-star hotel, knew of the potential purchase plan. James had made her laugh by saying they were going "under cover" to check it out.

"How exciting," said Alice and she placed her hand on his knee. She held it there for a few moments and then removed it. She had meant it as a gesture of support for his efforts, but James saw the opening and decide a little flirting would do no harm.

"I like it when you touch my knee," he said light heartedly and then scooping her hand up he kissed it, before putting it back on his leg. She laughed, but kept it there for the rest of the journey, and although she felt initially awkward, he again got a fun, light-hearted, interesting conversation going, and she forgot about where her hand was. She found herself very flattered by how interested in her he was. She was used to men being full of themselves and so dominating the conversation, but he only spoke to keep the conversation going, to show interest or to ask a new question. Alice realised the meal she was going to, out of a sense of duty to the man who found her phone, was now something she was very much looking forward to.

An alarming thought went through Alice's head. Her daughters would need picking up and now the meal was going to be long, she wanted to avoid the embarrassment of having to leave early.

She recovered her hand, apologised that she needed to use the phone and through the power of texting arranged for a friend to do the school pick ups tonight. Next she warned her husband that she might be late home, but the girls were covered. Alice had not told her husband about the meal with James. Frankly she could not of said why, but it certainly had made it easier to now say she would be late, as he did not know the whole story. The guilt at not telling him she pushed away.




Tales of Reluctance: Tale 02



The location of the restaurant was incredible. There were big-ironed gates, which swung open when you announced who you were on the intercom; the drive up to the entrance went on and on, sweeping round, before you finally saw what must have been an old manor house. All around were immaculate gardens, which on the right swept down to a rough running river, and on the right met a forest of pine trees.

"Wow, buy it," said Alice, mouth open at the style and quality of the surroundings. "Just buy it."

The next two hours were a delight. From the drinks before lunch, all the way through to the desert, both Alice and James thought about how great the company, food and location was. The only worry on Alice's part was how much the meal would cost James, but he shrugged off her attempts to discuss her paying at least some of the bill. There was suddenly a bit of hick-up in the smooth running of the establishment though. Firstly the coffee was taking a while to appear, not that this worried either James or Alice. Neither wanted the meal to end and to go back to the real world outside. This restaurant and the enjoyment of each other's company was a haven and reality could wait. Secondly, there was a lot of noise in reception as presumably a large party of people arrived, certainly judging by the noise it was a big group. Finally an embarrassed headwaiter asked if James would mind stepping outside for a moment.

James shrugged and said, "OK." And then to Alice, "excuse me."

The waiter presented Alice with a glass of the white wine she had been drinking and said, "with the compliments of the house." I will be back with you husband shortly." James winked at her, and she put her hand to her mouth to cover the laugh at the way the waiter just assumed they were married. James was away for a while and then returned looking thoughtful.

He explained there was indeed a large party that had arrived. Unfortunately the booking had got confused somehow and they were expecting lunch and dinner, not just dinner. Its no big deal, but they have set up our coffee in their luxury suite upstairs and were hoping we would agree to go up there, instead of sitting here. 

Alice without any real enthusiasm suggested that maybe they should just go home, but was very easily convinced by James to stay. James said that he thought the restaurant would be upset if they just left, and that he wanted to stay on good terms with everyone. James felt that was important if they were to buy the hotel. It all sounded daft to Alice, but with no desire to go anyway, she agreed. Perhaps as well, with one more glass of wine in her than expected, a bit of time to sober up a little, would be no bad thing, she thought.

The luxury suite was incredible; there was a huge lounge with sumptuous sofas, armchairs and an oak desk. The door on the left led to a huge bedroom, but instinctively both of them avoided looking in that room. There were incredible views over the garden and river. Alice stood admiring the view as the hotel manager summarised what was happening.

"There is your coffee," he said waving his hand over the trolley. "The room is free till tomorrow night so you are welcome to stay as long as you want. Mr French you have already settled the bill." Alice smiled knowing James had not wanted to discuss any more who was paying. "But if you want more coffee just call, it will be complimentary. Just call down to reception," he said.

As he had been speaking Alice had moved from the window to the sofa and sat down. She crossed her shapely legs and she flicked her hair behind her back. James suddenly found it hard to concentrate on what the manager was saying.

"Thank you Mr and Mrs French, and I am sorry once again for the inconvenience of having to move you up here." Speech over, the manager turned and left, popping a key onto a small table as he went.

"Oh my god," said Alice laughing. "They really do think we are married. This is amazing though, this room, just look at it." She paused and then with a suspicious look on her face she said, "You know a suspicious women might think you just got me up here to have your wicked way with me."

James blushed, "Do you really think that?" he said aghast. "I promise you this is as much a shock to me as it is to you.

"I know," replied Alice, "when you disappeared I asked a waiter what was going on. So I knew about the problem before you did. Thank you James that was an incredible lunch."

She pulled him down to sit beside her on the sofa and hugged him. The hug was long and tight.

"You hug very well, Mrs French," said James.

So do you Alice thought, as she playfully slapped him on the arm for calling her Mrs French. She loved his strong arms around her, and she realised it had been a long time since a man held her who appeared unwilling to let her go. Finally she pulled back and kissed James quickly on the cheek.

"You must let me take you to lunch," she said. "Perhaps not quite this grand though," she winced and asked, "was it incredibly expensive?"

"It doesn't matter as long as you enjoyed it." Said James and he lay back into the sumptuous sofa and Alice surprised him by using his open arms as a reason to lay her head down onto his chest.

"Mmmmmm," she said, "you are very comfortable. I am sleepy after all the wonderful food and wine that last glass has gone to my head a little. I am such a lucky girl. It was so nice," she said. "Its so fortunate I dropped my phone."

They took a long while over the coffee, again chatting about stuff, and James again showing his skill at keeping the conversation flowing. They moved into the dangerous area of men, and particularly husbands, and Alice found herself confessing that Phil her husband, and her, rarely found time for each other now.

"More than anything I miss being held," she said sadly. 'We used to hug all the time."

James took the opportunity to put his arm round her again and they ended up again with him stretched out on the sofa and Alice lying with her head on his chest. James left arm wrapped around her. 

"I could lay here forever," she said quietly. "I am sorry we will go soon, it must be dull for you just lazing around."

James kissed her on the head. "I love it," he said, "good company, a full stomach and just chilling. Do you have to get the girls?"

"No I arranged for a friend to pick them up from school on the drive over here." Alice replied, her head still on his chest. "I realised we might be longer than I originally thought."

"I see, that's what deprived me of your hand on my leg coming over," James laughed.

"and now you have my head," said Alice dreamily, wriggling a little to get more comfortable.

James ran a finger slowly down her back. The thick material of her dress nullified a lot of the sensation, but she still murmured appreciatively. "I love my back being touched," she said and she kissed James chest through his shirt.

"I may fall asleep, but if you are happy doing that, please don't stop," and she continued to make appreciative noises as he ran his finger down her back and then the knuckle of his thumb back up. At one point she stirred and he thought she was going to pull away, but it was to move her hair out of the way. The fact her dress was sleeveless meant her bare left shoulder was now close to his face. He adjusted the movement of his hand to stroke across the cool, silky skin of her shoulder. He could feel her hard shoulder bone contrasted against the softness of her neck.

Alice sighed deeply. "That feels so nice James. You have obviously done this before."

"Hold still," he said. James reached down and slowly started to unzip the back of her dress. Alice lifted her head up and looked at him in surprise, her eyes narrowing suspiciously as she stared at him.

"Shhhhh, its ok," he said gently. "I think you will like it more if I can touch your back properly. That's all I am going to do." She hesitated, and then put her head back down

"Ok, but Just my back. Ok?" She said. 

He pulled the zip slowly all the way down her back, the dress's thick material meant the split stayed nicely wide as it opened. Alice settled herself back down, as he began to caress her back with his hand. The sensation of his fingers slowly running down her spin, felt even better, now he was actually touching her. Fuelled by the wine and his expert touch Alice began to relax and lose herself in the moment.

After a while she moved so she lay right on top of him. James was surprised she had been so bold, but Alice seemed lost in a trance. This allowed him to use both hands on her back and as she lay with her head in the nape of his neck she began to breathe slowly and heavily. He continued to stroke her, loving how soft her skin felt, the only problem was his hand kept catching on her bra strap.

"Are you any good at undoing bras?" said Alice in a quiet whisper. Surprised, he reached out and using two hands swiftly unclipped it.

"That's better," she said and then quietly, almost muttering to herself, she observed. "A man who is skilled at undoing bras."

James did not reply, but concentrated on experimenting with different places on her back, speeds and pressures, as he ran his hands all over her bare back. Alice began to sigh more enthusiastically and then using one hand to support herself she lifted herself off him, arching her back. Her other hand she put across her chest so her dress continued to cover her front.

"That's so good," she said and then suddenly looking at him intently with wide eyes she said nervously. "Can I have a kiss, James?"

James looked up and although he did not respond, she lowered her head, and with mouths open, their lips very slowly came together. James loved the fact that Alice closed her eyes just as their mouth's touched; her face was a mixture of longing and desire. James slid his hands slowly down her back and into the back of her knickers. Her ass felt firm as he gripped her bottom tightly. They continued cautiously exploring each other's mouths. Each kiss was very slow and deliberate, both Alice and James's desperate for the other to show signs of enjoying the kissing. Their kisses grew in length and intensity before finally Alice laid her head back onto his shoulder. 

"This is moving very fast," she said. "I can feel that I've got you excited James, you feel rock hard and so big." She lifted his head and noted his embarrassment.

"Don't worry. I love it," she said, gripping his arm. "It's been so long time since I got such a reaction from a man. Let me see if I can please you."

She slowly began to move her ass. James helped to move her skirt out of the way, so she could move more freely and he too began to gasp in pleasure.

"Is that nice, darling?" She said. James nodded and for some while she rubbed up against him, watching his face the whole time as she moved. After several minutes she stopped and moved so she lay beside him.

"Perhaps we should go now," she said sounding sad. "You know, before we go too far. This getting dangerous," as she spoke she gently touched his lips with her fingers. James kissed her fingers as she moved them, "and I need some time to think, before we do something we can't undo." She kissed him and then rolled off the sofa, pulling her skirt down as she did and then standing up, she fastened the clip of her bra and then zipped up her dress.

James looked up her with a distraught look on her face. Alice felt her heart melt but she knew she needed to stay strong.

"Come on," she said. "If we stay any longer we will end up making love."

"And that's a bad thing?" said James, trying to lighten the mood that had suddenly gone very serious.

"YES," she replied firmly. "It would be a bad thing. A very bad thing."

Part four

The next few days were really difficult for James. Alice had made him promise he would not contact her again or visit her. In the car on the way home she had gone on and on how about how guilty she felt, and that even though they had not had sex, they still had gone way too far. She kept saying she blamed herself.

James initially tried to argue back, but in the end he completed the journey to Alice's house in silence. He tried to drive as slowly as possible, but the journey still ended way too soon. On the last bit of the journey she had put her hand back on his leg and thanked him for lunch and what she called the most amazing afternoon of her life. He felt a glow of happiness at hearing those words, but was devastated that she seemed to be pushing him out of her life.

When she got out of the car at her house she said goodbye and walked away without looking back. By the time he got back to the bedsit he was feeling very depressed and went straight to bed. Fortunately he did not see Jonathon, he really did not want to talk to anyone, least of all his brother.

He threw himself into restaurant life and left negotiations with the new hotel to Jonathon. To his brothers amazement James seemed happier to work all hours managing the restaurant they had, rather than get involved with the new hotel project. This was so out of character, that he became worried about James. He got short shrift out of him if he mentioned the bet and Alice.

James would just say. "He had lots of time."

Jonathon began though to get frustrated with the moody and distracted James. The meeting with Alice Jonathon had known about and in the end he saw it as an opportunity to have a dig at his brother.

This turned immediately into a blazing row, which had the restaurant staff diving for cover. Jonathon suggested that he might have fallen in love with Alice. It was a silly joke, the kind of banter that they shared all the time. However it resulted in James storming out and disappearing. This was something he had never done in his life and Jonathon wondered what on earth she had done to him.

Relieved to be alone, even if his storming out had been an overreaction, James had just driven aimlessly. He knew he was behaving like an idiot, but he just could not control himself. Those words from Jonathon, "perhaps you have fallen in love with Alice," kept repeating in his head and he knew that his brother had seen right through him. He hated that, but he hated more the fact that being with the woman he loved seemed impossible now and he had cheapened the whole thing by it initially being a bet. Even if they ended up together, which seemed impossible, he would always have that secret. He would have to tell her, if he could just get her to see him again, and at the same time tell her how he felt.

He needed time to think and he needed a place to stay. If he went home his brother would be there, and they would argue or fight, or he would have to come clean and he dreaded that. His cell phone rang, and bizarrely it was "The River Fork Hotel." The person on the call apologised for the recent mix up, and asked if there was anything they could do to encourage Mr and Mrs French to return. James asked if he could have their luxury suite room tonight, at a good rate, and the caller offered the room for free, if he just paid for breakfast. James suddenly had the place he needed to think and stay.

The caller sounded confused when James responded to the question about his wife, by saying his wife might be staying or she might not. He changed the subject quickly and reassured the caller that he was happy to take the room and would be there soon. Turning the car around, he began what was now quite a long trip to the hotel. His aimless driving had taken him in completely the opposite direction.

Once he was in the hotel room, it seemed different, strange and quiet depressing without Alice there. He wandered from room to room. The bedroom had no memories, as before he had not even gone in there, so that was good and bad, the lounge the same but for opposite reasons. He channel-hopped on the television; briefly setting on a program about fishing which he had no interest in, but he watched anyway, before in disgust turning it off. The silence in the room felt deafening without the sound of the television and so when the phone rang, he jumped.

The caller asked if they could send some coffee up for him and he carelessly agreed. He was beginning to feel that he should text Alice. It seemed like he had lost her anyway so what did he have to lose. He played with the phone, wrote a message, deleted it and tried again. How do you write a text message, cryptic enough to be safe to be read by someone's husband, but still clear to the person you want to read it? Especially when you want the message to say, "I love you."

He jumped again when there was a knock at the door. James sighed deeply, got off the sofa and walked over to the door. It was room service and she wheeled in a trolley with coffee and cups for two. This made him smile, of course the hotel still thought of him as married, and that his wife with him. He gave the maid a large tip and sent her on her way. As his fingers played over the top of the cup, he heard the door open behind him, and he turned around to see Alice standing there.

As he turned round her face broke into a wide smile and she ran into his open arms. James lifted her off the ground as she wrapped her arms around his neck and as he lowered her to the ground again, she held his face and kissed him passionately.

"I just can't stop thinking about the other day," she said, "when the hotel phoned and said you had booked yourself in. I had to come over."

"They phoned you?" Said James.

"Yes, they were not sure if you were staying for one night or more," she replied. "So god knows why but they phoned my mobile not yours. So I told them one night and then I rushed over. I hope that's ok."

James kissed her again and she smiled, taking that as a very clear yes.

She walked over to the coffee trolley, lifted the cloth that was covering the side and pulled out a tray with an ice bucket containing a champagne bottle and two glasses on it.

"For afterwards," she said.

"Lovely," said James, gushing with happiness at what seemed an acknowledgement that they were going to make love.

"Now sit," she said, and she pushed him into the armchair behind him, "and wait there." Alice disappeared off to the bathroom carrying the bag that she had brought with her.

"What are you doing?" said James.

"Patience," came the reply. "You will see soon enough."

When she walked back into the room she was wearing a very pretty bra and knicker set, with light brown heels on her feet. James smiled and shook his head, as she walked across the room to him. As she crossed the room she tossed her hair back over her shoulders.

As she stood him front of him, he went to get up, but she pushed him back down. She caressed his face with both of her hands.

"Now you are going to be a good boy and fuck me." She said.

James laughed, "Do I get a say?"

"Do you want a say?" she replied, and James shook his head. She lowered her head down to his level and kissed him, running her hands over his shoulders as she did.

"You are so strong," she murmured.

"And you are beautiful," he said. "I love you Alice."

She put her finger to his lips. "No talking," she said. "Just make love to me."

He smiled and ran his hands up to the top of her legs, and then between them. Her inner thighs were so warm and soft. He thought about kissing her legs, but before he could move Alice sat down on his lap, and so he continued to stroke her thighs. They kissed again, long and passionately, every touch, every movement, slow and deliberate, loving the taste and feel of the other person's skin and lips. 

"You have beautiful breasts," he said, his fingers stroking the top of her chest and Alice smiled, as he slipped her left bra strap off her shoulder. They kissed again.

"Unclip it I want them in your mouth," she said, and James unclipped her bra and as they kissed some more, he squeezed her breasts through the hard material of her bra. As he let go of it, it slowly slipped off her tits, revealing that her nipples were already hard. Alice briefly covered herself with her arms, and then smiled. 




Tales of Reluctance: Tale 02



"I feel a little shy," she said quietly. "It's been a long time since anyone saw me naked."

She pushed her hair back behind her shoulders and guided James's head down so he could kiss her breast. He kissed and licked the nipple, loving the sensation of her soft flesh, as Alice gently held his head and used her other hand to keep her hair out of the way. Helping each other, they slowly removed her bra completely.

"You have a wonderful body," he said. "You are so beautiful."

He laid the bra on the back of the chair and rubbing his hand across her stomach he turned his attention to her right breast, taking it deep into his mouth and kissing it with long gulping kisses. She lifted his head up, and kissed him on the mouth, as Alice opened her legs slightly and guided his hand between them. 

"Touch me, darling." She said.

He began to rub her pussy, as they kissed some more, before moving his mouth down to her breasts again.

She watched him kissing her tits, as he also began to rub her pussy harder. Alice slowly stood up and pulled James to his feet.

"I want to see you," she said and she dropped to her knees in front of him. She began to undo the buttons of his shirt pushing his hands away as he tried to help. Once his shirt was open, she undid the belt of his trousers and undid them.

"Lets see what we have in here then," she said and with James help she pulled his trousers and his boxers down. As she freed his cock, which stood proudly to attention, he gasped slightly as it gently rubbed against her left breast.

"Wow, so much bigger than I am used to," she said and she stopped, seeming to consider what was in front of her. After a brief pause she said thoughtfully, "I warn you I am a little out of practice at this."

She popped his cock into her mouth, and then took her mouth away, repeating the process and making James throw his head back in delight. "Not that I am used to much at all really," she said before putting her mouth around it again. She again pushed her hair out of the way. James watched as she took about the first third into her mouth and pulled back, her eyes closed as she sucked. Her hands rested on the top of his leg. After several repetitions she paused, grasped his cock, looked at it and then repeated sucking on the first third. Slowly she began to push harder taking more into her mouth as James breathing became faster and heavier. She tried with both hands around the shaft taking even more, as she too began to gasp a little with each thrust. She removed it from her mouth again, looking at it closely and gently touching it with her fingers then gently kissing the tip.

"I don't know if I can take any more," she said with a giggle, but she resumed trying anyway. James at one point gently rested his hand on the back of her head as she continued to suck him as deeply as she could. Eventually she stood up and kissed him on the lips continuing to stroke his shaft with her hand.

"Nice?" she said. "You have such a beautiful big cock."

"Thank you," he replied. 

"Now its my turn," she said, and she guided him to kiss her on the lips, then her breasts and then as he dropped to his knees her tummy. 

"Take my knickers off James," she said, and James immediately pulled them down and with her hand on his shoulder she stepped out of them. He began to kiss her on the stomach again, her hands pushing his face into her body as his hands ran all over her legs and ass. He head went lower and he looked up at her with wide-eyed as his tongue touched between her legs.

"Let me sit down darling," she said, "then you can lick my pussy for as long as you want." 

She sat down on the armchair. James helped her into position, pushing her legs apart, as he began to lick in long slow strokes across her pussy lips.

Alice cried out and then began to moan, as he moved one of her legs into the air and began to probe her with his tongue. James began to lick with three or four, short movements across her slit and then give her a long-slow suck.

"Oh fuck, just like that," moaned Alice. "That's so good." After a long time he went back to the longer strokes, moving her into a higher level of excitement. She occasionally tried to lift her head and look at what he was doing, but soon she would flop back and close her eyes and moan some more.

"Fuck me," she said.

James gave her one last kiss between her legs, and stood up, slowly stroking his cock across and around her slit.

Alice opened her mouth-wide gasping, "oh yes and oh shit," as he slipped his cock into her. He moved her around slightly, pushing her legs back against her chest and into the air as he began to move in and out of her, resting one hand on the back of her leg to keep her still. As he fucked her Alice looked up at him mouth still open, gasping loudly. She placed one hand on his leg, as he began to screw her harder. 

"Shall we move to the bedroom?" he asked as he withdrew, but Alice shook her head and moved around onto all fours, sticking her ass in the air and gripping the side of the chair with the hands and she placed her head on her hands.

"Fuck me from behind," she said. "I want you to screw me like this."

Her words got lost as James slowly entered her from behind, making her again gasp open-mouthed. She lifted her head, moaning again, as he began to move inside her and holding his hands on her hips made her move in time with his thrusts.

"Oh fuck, you are in so deep," she said, and then began to repeat, "yes," over and over, in time to each inward thrust. James began to move faster and faster, now just resting his hand on her back. Her bra still on the back of the chair slowly began to slide and then fell to the floor.

Alice looked back at him, "please don't stop," she moaned. "It feels so fucking good."

She began to shake and with intermittent sharp intakes of breath she came with a cry. James removed his cock and then put it back in, removed it, replaced it making her shake all over as he did this. Her orgasm continued to sweep over her body.

"Stop," she said, "help me up. I want to ride you." So with James's help and feeling a little dizzy she got up, and then got James sat down, before sitting in his lap. She placed both of her hands on the back of the chair and began to ride him. His hands were supporting her waist. She put her breasts into his face and he kissed them, before moving his hands down to support her ass and so he could use them to help her fuck him harder. She placed her head to one side and fucked as hard as she could, moaning loudly as they screwed. 

She sat back up and began to kiss him again, slowly moving as they began to fuck really gently and slowly. Her hands moved down to rest on his chest and they watched each other, enjoying their slow love making. For the second time she began to yell loudly and again gripping the back of the chair she began to quiver as she came for the second time. James watched her, loving the way she lost control and as she tried to regain her composure he kissed her breasts. Using his hands he rocked her up and down again and she smiled at him, pushed her hair out of her face and kissed him.

"Do you like fucking me?" She said, "because I fucking love screwing you."

"Your incredible," he said, thinking he never thought she would screw with such enthusiasm. Alice watched as his face changed as he realised he was going to come as well.

"Come over my face," she said, and then Alice quickly moved back onto the floor. James stood over her, as he masturbated himself, and with rapid breathing he exploded all over her face. She gently kissed his cock and licked it for a while, watching his erection fading away, before heading off to the bathroom to clean herself up.

"Open the champagne, sweetheart." She yelled from the bathroom.

When she came out from the bathroom he was laying on the sofa completely naked. 

"Champagne?" she said. He stood up, obviously also heading for the bathroom. They kissed as they passed. 

"In a minute," James said and grabbed his mobile as he went into the bathroom to clean up. It was then that Alice realised he had the wrong phone.

"James, you have the wrong phone," she called, rapidly walking across the room and into the bathroom. Alice's heart sank when she saw the murderous look on James's face.

"What does this mean?" he said, holding towards her the screen of her phone and making no effort to disguise his anger.

"What does, what mean, sweetheart?" she said, fearing what he had just read and trying to think how she could explain it away.

He read the message, "As you aren't answering I am guessing the set up worked with the hotel? Bet the sexy underwear got him to fuck you. Nice one girl. You win the bet, but now you are in the club we will make your next challenge much much harder. Game on. Proud of you, see sluts have much more fun."

For a brief moment Alice felt sad he had found out and then decided it was not such a big problem. This way she could be heading home sooner. She had got what she had come for.

"I was going to let you down gently, but I suppose it's easier this way," she said. "Yes, I screwed you to win a bet. The girls said I couldn't get you to fuck me and I said I could and I was right. In fact you made it so easy that I had to slow you down or it would have looked a set up and they would have been suspicious." She said shrugging. "Anyway now you know, I don't need to hang around letting your ego down gently. To be fair James you were a great fuck. I am open to meeting again if you fancy a fuck buddy for the night. Hmmmm maybe I am going to enjoy playing these games with the girls."

Alice watched with disinterest as James slid down the wall of the bathroom to sit on the floor. He looked completely crushed.

"I love you," he said quietly.

"I know," she said, "life's a bitch and then you fall in love with one. See ya!" And within minutes she was gone from the hotel room. An hour later James was still sitting silently on the floor of the bathroom, shocked and completely heartbroken.



Tales of Reluctance: Tale 03



Part one

The ripple of quiet murmuring slowly travelled down the line of boys until it reached David who was standing alone at the back. Unlike his peer group he was not really that interested, but he casually registered the triumphant chattering about; "Mrs. Raymond's wearing a short skirt today." David smiled as he saw a couple of girls roll their eyes at this testosterone-fuelled elation. He knew the girls with equal excitement would soon be discussing Mrs. Raymond's choice of clothes or her new hairstyle. To the boys she was someone to lust after; to the girls a style icon, to David though she was just a teacher.

As he walked into the class that day David decided to study her a little more closely as he mused on what the fuss was about. Sure she was attractive, her tall frame meant she was slim with shapely legs. Mrs. Raymond was fond even at school of wearing high-heeled shoes, which toned her legs perfectly. The shoes ensured every muscle in her calves and thighs were sharply defined. Her dark brown hair framed a pretty face with attractive cheekbones and large brown eyes. There was no questioning her attractiveness and many of David's friends had commented on what a lucky man her husband was. The rumor was he was much older, and that he was a villain, or even a big time gangster, but as with lots of things at school David wondered if someone had just made these stories up.

David snapped out of his daze as the headmaster popped his head round the door.

"Sally have you got the keys to the staff room," the headmaster asked, while David quickly found his seat. Mrs. Raymond immediately handed over a set of keys, as the class thought how odd it was to hear their teacher called by her first name. By now everyone was seated and the history lesson began. David had never been a fan of history; preferring practical classes like woodwork and metalwork to the more academic stuff, but Sally Raymond's teaching style made even History an engaging subject. She showed them how to research a topic. To critically assess the facts and draw their own conclusions as to what was going on. Even better they looked at the effect on ordinary people of events like the moon landings, or sporting triumphs, rather than studying historical figures and what they did. This caught David's imagination far more than remembering a list of dates and facts about some grand event.

The past half-terms work had been exactly an example of this. Sally had given everyone projects and David had been told to look at a family called the Raimondi's. David's had found it fascinating learning about how the Raimondi's had become one of the key Mafia families. A Paolo Raimondi had become one of the most feared Gangster's of the forties, and his sons and grandsons (often given the same first name) had continued in the "family" business. He had managed to trace their activities illegal and llegal to almost the current day when they disappeared. The family seemed to scatter around the world, and go completely legitimate. Any remaining dodgy dealings became myth or legend. 

It had been great fun piecing this work together and after being reviewed by Sally, she had told him to add a chapter on what the Raimondi's might be doing today. It had been the best task of all, writing a piece on what might have happened to them all. To David's delight Sally had given him an "A" for his project.

At the end of the class their teacher engaged them in a brief discussion about what they wanted to do next week, it was to be the final lesson of the school year. Traditionally the last lesson contained some kind of treat for the class. The unanimous vote was on watching a movie, but there was little consensus on what. Eventually Sally ended the class by telling them she would pick the movie for them and everyone left smiling and chatting. Many of the boys tried to get one last look at Mrs. Raymond's legs as they walked out. 

One girl asked. "Where did you buy your ear rings miss?" Mrs. Raymond smiling gave a short concise answer and thanked the girl when she added. "They are lovely miss." 

The class was on average nineteen years of age and Sally was only twenty-five so the age gap was not that great. David left wondering if his teacher knew how the class idolized her for their various reasons, and how she was the most popular teacher in school. Mrs. Raymond always gave very little away, so it was impossible to tell what she absorbed from the goings on around her.

A week later the class sat watching, "The Godfather," and Sally Raymond smiled to herself, crossing her legs under the desk as she did so. Her choice of movie had been spot on and the class was fully absorbed in watching it. True it was violent, but it was historical, and many of them like David had recently done projects in the area of organized crime. It also allowed her the opportunity to study David without him noticing. She knew most of the boys lusted after her in the way young men would and she loved it. Sally enjoyed the way they thought up elaborate excuses to talk to her or offered to do menial tasks to help her. Over time the fact she was attractive to her male pupils and of interest to some of the female ones had become more and more important to her. Sally soon realized dressing well helped her gain popularity, so she focused on this more and more. It seemed to create the following from the girls; the boy's interest was of course far easier to generate. Her self-esteem was driven by this popularity, all be it she tried to be a good educator to her pupils too.

David was different though, he was more aloof, but a hard worker. Over the course of the last two years he had gone from bottom of the class to the top, showing real talent as a historian. It was a shame that despite this talent his heart seemed to lie in practical subjects. His woodwork teacher spoke very highly of him and also thought he had real promise. The question Sally pondered whilst watching him was whether he could be persuaded to take further history education and whether he could afford it. Or did he really want to set up his own business in some kind of trade such as building.

Sally wondered why she continued to dwell on David's motives. For her plan it did not matter much, as long as he needed or liked money and who didn't? It wasn't like she cared about the boy. All she had to do was talk him into helping her and he was without question the one she most wanted to ask. For a start he was disinterested in her. This might seem a problem, but it would make it more of a challenge and she liked that idea. He also had the practical skills to support the cover story she had worked out. The million-dollar question was would he be happy to aid her and her husband. She smiled at the idea of him helping her husband. The simple fact that his aloofness made him the right choice also made his response to assisting a difficult thing to predict. Sally thought he might need some persuasion, but she knew from experience she would be good at that. All be it to get what she wanted might require some patience from her and others.

The movie was coming to an end now and the class would soon be leaving. It was at the end of the movie that Sally dropped her bombshell that she would be leaving the school and so would not be teaching them next year. She smiled to herself, delighted at how disappointed they all looked. All that is apart from David, who seemed not to be concerned by the news. 

Sally had a lot of marking to do and her daydreaming had not helped her get through it. The goodbyes and good lucks kept going on for ages before Sally was finally left in the classroom on her own with the door shut. Deciding for the umpteenth time that she would go through with her plan concerning David, she took a deep breath and returned to the marking. God how she hated it, but hopefully there was some fun times to come now school was finally over.

At the end of that final school day of the year, David was shocked to get a note to go and see Mrs. Raymond in her class. He wondered what on earth could be the reason, perhaps he had left something behind, but he could not think what. There did not seem to be any way he could be in trouble.

When he walked into Sally Raymond's classroom David found her sitting on her desk, legs crossed, looking at a laptop. She immediately looked up and stared at him. He felt himself blush a little as his eyes travelled up from her black high-heeled shoes, up her legs and body, to her face. When his eyes met hers she smiled warmly. Her whole face lit up and David found himself realizing just how pretty she was.

"Hello David, thanks for popping in to see me, please sit down," she said warmly. "I have a favor you might be able to help me with." David sat and listened as she explained what she wanted to see him about. It was hard work though not being distracted by her legs, which were right in front of him, at head height. Sally seemed to be careful to keep her knees close together but it didn't stop David's mind wandering.

However he soon grasped what Mrs. Raymond was saying. Basically with her husband she had agreed that they would build a log house in their garden over the summer. This would then allow them to move the study from the house to the new building, and free up a bedroom to become a nursery. David expressed surprise that Mrs. Raymond was pregnant, but before he could say anything more and assume this was her reason for leaving, she explained she wasn't yet expecting a baby. However, Sally explained she was hoping that she would be expecting soon.

David was surprised. His teacher seemed not the maternal type. He had seen Sally with other babies, brought in by other teachers, and she had always kept very distant. Also she was in to her designer clothes, and was always immaculately turned out, not at all compatible he thought with having a child. She had always talked to the class about loving travel and her freedom so this also seemed doubly odd, but what did he know, he thought.

"My plan to have a baby," she told him very sternly, "was just between the two of them! Not for your friends ears or anyone else's. This is preparation," she explained. "Obviously for a teacher the summer holidays are the one time we can do projects like this. So maybe it's a bit back to front, but there you are. This is the only time I have the bandwidth to take something like this on."

The big problem was Sally's husband, who was going to be building the cabin was not available now. 

"He has a job which will take him away for most of the summer holidays," she said, "and I really want to get on with building it." Sally then went onto explain he ran businesses, some of which were in Italy. 

"He is Italian you see," she said, "and so he has to go home at the beginning of the summer to sort some things out."

So basically it transpired Sally was offering David the job of building the log cabin for them. The amount of money she offered seemed more than generous to David. What made it even more compelling for him was that she had agreed with another teacher it could be his summer assignment for his woodwork class, and so it would count as homework too. 

"Wow," said David now getting really excited, "so I can complete my homework and get paid all at once."

"Exactly," said Sally, "and if a project of that size doesn't get you an "A" then nothing will."

David immediately said yes, thanked her earnestly over and over, and then left with a smile on his face. The following Friday he would come over to the Raymond's house and build the basic frame. Then the following week he would work on completing the cabin and then doing whatever Sally needed to finish the project off. It was a great opportunity and he was delighted. Despite his apathy about Sally, he could not help thinking it would be pretty cool working for her. His friends would be so jealous, many of them were practically suicidal about losing Mrs. Raymond as a teacher. They would be green with envy when they knew he was getting to spend time with her at her house.

Part two

David drank his cold beer with enthusiasm. It had been a long hard day erecting the floor and walls of the log cabin. For one person it had been very strenuous. It had been tough work, but he was confident the rest of the project would be pretty straightforward and far less work than Sally had thought. In his mind he was sure another full day and he would have the job done.

It had been a little distracting for him that Sally had spent most of the day sunbathing in the garden. Although David had taken little interest in her at school seeing her in a two-piece swimsuit had been hard to ignore. Several times from up the ladder he had looked down on Sally laid out on the sun-bed. Once she had even come to the bottom of the ladder and looked up at him. She asked if he wanted a drink, but all he could think of was the view down her top. At that point he had felt a little shaky and he had gripped tightly onto the ladder. Several times he had been tempted to take a picture of her with his cell-phone. His friends would have freaked out if he showed them a picture of Mrs. Raymond in a bikini, but his courage had always failed him at the critical moment. It would be so embarrassing if she caught him.

Early in the afternoon David had watched fascinated as she applied sun cream to her legs. Her left hand started down at her ankle, then traced its way up her leg and as she reached her knee the other hand touched her shin and followed the other hand up her thighs. David wondered what her skin would feel like, soft and silky he imagined and his throat went dry with excitement. She slowly continued rubbing the cream into her thighs, using one hand, then the other, as David's mouth fell open. Her hands crossed and she rubbed her arms and her shoulders. It was at this point she turned and looked at David, and as their eyes met, a big warm smile crossed her face.

"You are staring David," she teased. She rested her head on her shoulder and rubbed at the top of her arm. When she looked back David had disappeared. Sally laughed quietly to herself, not quite so disinterested now, are you young man, she thought.

David quickly returned to work and for the rest of the afternoon he stayed hidden in the cabin. Too bashful to show his face, although the vision of Sally and her rubbing in sun-cream stayed with him. Eventually around six pm, Sally shouted his name and he reluctantly put down his tools and headed back to the house.

Now a dressed Sally was sitting opposite him. She looked relaxed, lounging back in a chair looking at him with a warm smile on her face. It seemed odd that she had called him into the lounge for a chat, when it seemed clear what needed to be done to the cabin. Despite her smile there seemed to be a tension in the air that made him wonder if he had done anything wrong. Surely a little staring could not have annoyed her that much?

Sally began to speak and for the first time he detected a very nervous tone in his teacher's voice.

"David I have something else I would like to talk to you about," said Sally, her voice a little shaky. David fidgeted in his seat, sensing the awkwardness in the air and worrying that she would not look him in the eyes.

"Before I do," said Sally, "Thank you for all your hard work on the cabin and what ever happens please know we will pay you in full, and will still want you to finish the project. OK?"

The only thing David found to say was, "thank you, miss."

Sally smiled, "call me Sally," she said.

"Sorry, force of habit," David replied, also smiling, and then after a silence that seemed to hang in the air, they both laughed. David felt relieved that the tension had lifted slightly.

"Basically, Paul my husband and I have a big problem," said Sally. "We want to have a baby and we can't. You see Paul has a low sperm count," said Sally, blurting her words out and talking across a sharp intake of breath from David.

At this point Sally squeezed her hands together tightly. She let the words sink in for a moment and then continued. David pondered her words as he watched her knuckles go white from the way she was pressing her hands together.

"Its just one of those things," she said, "but it give us a big dilemma. You see David, because Paul is a lot older than me, we cannot adopt and fertility treatment is well, so expensive, and not guaranteed to succeed. So we are stuck."

"I don't understand," said David. "I mean I understand what you have said, but what does it have to do with me?"

"Well I want to talk to you about becoming a surrogate father for a child," said Sally, this time more composed, but still unable to look David in the eyes as she spoke.

There was a long pause before anyone said anymore. Sally got up, walked around the room and then sat back down, allowing David to think for a moment about what had been said.

"I not sure I understand. If you want me to donate sperm or something then surely that involves fertility treatment." He said trying hard to sound calm and measured; when inside his heart was racing and stomach churning. It was turning into a very strange day.

"David, we would have to do it the natural way. We would have to sleep together," said Sally calmly. She had long rehearsed this line in her head, but she still felt she had messed it up. Perhaps there was no good way to ask something so unexpected. It had sounded very casual as though she had asked him something mundane, like would he wash the car? She groaned inside.

"I know it's a lot to ask and a lot to take in," she added quickly, in the hope she could recover control of the situation. Unsurprisingly David looked absolutely horrified. Sally feared he would walk out and so her heart sank and she wished she could start again, but it could not be unsaid. She had to carry on.

"What? No? No way!" said David, blurting the words out, as he absorbed what this meant. Finally he lamely said, "You are joking right?"

"I am not joking David, please, we need you. At least we need you to think about it," said Sally sounding as desperate as she could. "I need you to think about it. I know it's a lot to ask, but you are our only hope." She said.

"But, but, god, you could ask anyone at school," said David, "they all fancy you like mad." He turned red and stuttered at this point realizing he had said too much. She was after all his teacher, well ex-teacher anyway.

"I know," said Sally, measuring her words very carefully, "but that's why I chose you David. I wanted a calm, responsible, very mature student. Not the others who would just want to get into my pants and then not cope with the responsibility of keeping quiet. Someone Paul and I could trust, both to look after me and to keep this secret. Even this conversation could cost me my career David. I think you are an exceptional young man, who is very mature and intelligent," she said, her face showing how serious she was. "I wouldn't ask if I did not think you could cope. We very much need your help David, I am sorry to put this on you, but we are desperate. I need a child and you are our only hope."

David blushed at the compliments throughout Sally's little monolog and for the first time a tiny part of him considered how wonderful it might be to make love to his teacher. As he said most of his friends wouldn't hesitate at such an offer. The word "handsome" made him feel funny inside and he loved the fact she thought him to be good looking. Then the bubble burst and he thought about actually doing it and he realized he couldn't.

"There must be another way," said David.

"Trust me there isn't," replied Sally. "There just isn't." She began to cry.

"Anyway what does your husband think about it?" said David playing for time, embarrassed by the crying, and wishing he could just go home. He could not leave her in tears though.




Tales of Reluctance: Tale 03



"He does not think its ideal of course," she said regaining some composure. "What man would want to share his wife with someone else, but he agrees it's the only way out of our problem. So that is really why he has gone away. Although we do need a log cabin and the space for a nursery, but only, if well, you agree." She finished, her voice tailing off a bit as she realized she had talked herself into a corner. Again silence hung awkwardly in the air and this time David spoke.

"I don't think I could do it, Mrs. Raymond," he said. "Its just. Its just too weird!"

"Well all I hoped for today is that you would think about it David." said Sally calmly. "Would you at least think about it? For me?"

David felt like he had definitively made his mind up not to do it, but then and there, it was easiest to say he would consider the offer, so he cowardly agreed to consider it, even though he had no intention of actually fathering a child with her. Anyway she looked so sad that he felt there was no option put to play for time.

"We would pay you twenty thousand dollars and pay for a lawyer to represent you when we draw up the contract." said Sally, "but as I said just think about it. You would have no rights over the child. It would be mine and my husbands."

This David felt was the least of the problems. What on earth would he do with a child? If anything he was relieved there would be no come back on him.

He left for home shortly afterwards, the atmosphere in the room after such a bombshell was strained, so he fled. He had an unusual weekend where he was moody and quiet. His parents thought it odd, but wrote it off to David being a teenager. The friends he met up with were too interested in what had happened at the Raymond's to notice that David was subdued. In the end he told them about the swimsuit and suntan cream, he came close to telling about the baby suggestion, but he just about managed to keep quiet. 

Sunday night he lay awake thinking about the events of Friday and how his friends had reacted to the stories about Mrs. Raymond and the bikini. Mostly David kept thinking about the way his friend Mark had commented on how he would give anything to fuck Mrs. Raymond. It was ironic that he had the chance, and he was too scared to go through with it.

Part three

There was only a cleaner at the house when David arrived on the Monday to carry on the work on the cabin. He had been half-excited and half-dreading seeing Sally again, so it all became a bit of an anti climax. Even the cleaner left shortly after David arrived, so David was alone in the garden and left to go to work on the cabin, feeling very confused. He finished its exterior around mid-morning, ate his lunch and then busied himself finishing everything off. All that was left to do was to move the stuff from the house to the study. Around six o'clock he stepped outside and admired his handiwork.

"Wow, you have been busy," said a voice behind him and he turned round to see Sally standing there. She had a couple of shopping bags in her hands.

She was wearing a sleeveless black dress that came down to just above her knees. It was plain apart from a gold band, which traced round the high neckline and there was a tiny teardrop cut out of the material above breast height. The dress complete with high-heeled, black, open-toed shoes meant Sally looked very elegant, even though she had only been on a shopping trip.

David smiled shyly and looked at the ground, the awkward feeling returning immediately. Sally dropped her bags and walked over to him, placing both hands on his bare shoulders. He was aware of how cool and soft her hands felt on his arms and she gently moved her hands up and down in a comforting movement. He felt electricity flow through his body. He slowly lifted his head and looked at her.

"It's so good to see you. I have been worried about you David," she said. "I owe you an apology. I am sorry to have put this baby idea on you. It was wrong of me." As she spoke her voice began to crack and then overwhelmed she began to sob and then to cry. She turned away, composed herself before turning back to David. Her eyes were red and a tear flowed slowly down her cheek, David went to speak, but found he too was choked.

"Lets at least be friends," said Sally finding a weak smile, and David nodded. "I have fajita's," she said suddenly. "As a peace offering?" She managed another forced smile as she picked up the bags. "I once heard a young man in my class say they were his favorites. "It will take me half an hour. Perhaps a shower for you in the meantime?"

"Um ok, I mean that will be great," replied David. "but..."

"I have laid out some of Paul's clothes in the spare room for you." She said cutting across him, "Go on get ready and I'll get cooking. I am starving," she said. "All this emotional energy I guess."

He hesitated and wondered when she had put the clothes out for him, but she was now busy in the kitchen so he shrugged and followed her.

David walked back to the house enjoying the fact the tension had lifted and Sally and he were friends again. He showered and dressed, the clothes were a little large, but they would do and he descended the stairs to find the table laid, complete with wine and the most wonderful aroma of meat and spices filling the air. 

They chatted easily over dinner, ignoring babies, and talking about school mainly. Sally talking about the funny things the pupils did and David telling stories from the student's point of view. The subject moved onto relationships and who was seeing whom. Sally seemed fascinated by this and David fuelled by the wine found himself enjoying discussing the doing of the class. He was in full flow when he suddenly found himself saying,

"So Mark slept with Julie even though she was supposed to be going out with Stephen," he stopped, looked in horror at Sally and then they both burst out laughing.

"So that's why Stephen started that fight with Mark," said Sally, "and you, my brave boy, split it up I hear."

Mark shrugged and blushed. "Well it was all getting out of hand."

"And how about you David. Who have you gone out with?" Said Sally.

Mark went quiet and looked at the floor.

"Still waiting for the right girl to come along?" Said Sally. "Very sensible. I often think for every happy pupil I have in a relationship I have many miserable ones from either splitting up or from having had an argument with their partner. Its all too much, too soon, quite often."

David looked up at Sally staring deeply into her eyes and finding her unashamedly staring back. "I suppose." he muttered. Sally led David over to the sofa and went to fill up his wine glass. He objected, but she filled it anyway.

"Doesn't mean you wouldn't like to have someone special, huh," she gently suggested, touching his shoulder again. David nodded.

"May I ask you a very personal question," she said. David shrugged his shoulders and did not answer.

"Is part of the problem about the surrogacy, the fact that you have not been with a girl before?" asked Sally. "It would be quite understandable, but maybe it would help if we talked about it?"

Sally waited patiently for him to speak. He wondered how she knew he was a virgin, but decided there was no point in arguing he wasn't. Perhaps it was obvious.

"Kind of," muttered David.

"Are you worried that I am experienced and you are not?" She said deciding to probe more. David took a long drink of wine, she could see his hand was shaking, but Sally knew she needed to continue to push the subject, but very carefully.

"Yes and ..." said David.

"And what David? Go on please tell me. I know I am the cause of this huge anxiety for you, but let me help if I can," said Sally. "You can trust me."

"And I want my first time to be special," he said, feeling like it was a lame thing to say. His friends would be unbuckling their belts right now he thought.

"And you don't think it would be special with me?" She said again, as gently as she could. David paused. Sally felt she could see like the few other young men she had encountered, he wanted to discuss his problems, but didn't know how.

"Be honest David. You know how important having a baby is to me," she said. "I won't lie. I want to see if we can find a way to make this work. It breaks my heart to think I will never have a child, but if I end up hurting you, that would just destroy me."

"The truth is," he said quietly, looking at the ground. "The truth is. I don't want my first time to be, go to a bedroom, lie down, do the business and then leave." He had spoken so fast and so softly; Sally barely managed to digest all that he had said, so it took a few moments to fully understand. She welled up with tears and she saw that having seen her tears, he was near to crying too.

"David, I don't want that either," she said slowly. "I never meant you to think it would be that way. I want us to make love. Properly. I want to show you how wonderful sex is and help you understand how a woman wants to be made love to. If you let me I will teach you and I promise you your first time will live with you forever. I can promise you will never forget it!"

Sally reached forward and kissed David on the lips. His lips remained hard and unresponsive, but he did not move away. She smiled at him, held his head gently in both of her hands; she stared deeply into his eyes and then cautiously kissed him again. He still did not respond.

"David kiss me," she said. "I promise I won't bite."

This time he responded and they shared a long passionate kiss. David could not believe how wonderful it felt, the wonderful wet softness of her mouth. He loved the taste of her lips, wondering if that was her lipstick he could taste. The whole thing was incredible. When she pulled away, she looked at him and noted with amusement how wide-eyed he was.

"See? Was that so bad?" she said gently and she moved forward to kiss him again and then once more. He moved his mouth to kiss her cheek and then her neck. He found kissing her neck such a turn on. When he had kissed her neck for a third time she gently pulled him away.

"So you see. Its not so bad making out with your dear old teacher is it?" She said and she gave him a peck on the forehead.

"I still don't know!" Said David, suddenly fearful that the kissing had made it seem like he would go through with the whole surrogacy plan. He got up and walked to the window and looked out. David's heart was racing and he was breathing fast. He was aware how huge his erection was and how a voice in his head was telling him to sleep with Sally, but he was absolutely terrified. He had never felt so confused in his whole life.

"How about we have a date?" Said Sally suddenly, cutting across his thoughts. She had been thinking hard about a way to break the tension in the air. "Tomorrow night? You can take me to the, Sons of the Night concert. I have tickets."

"That's my favorite band," he said surprised and relieved that the conversation somehow had become relatively normal. He took a long slow deep breath wishing his heart would slow down and his erection would go away. He felt like the bulge in his trousers must look huge and David wondered if Sally had noticed anything. She certainly seemed not to have.

"I know." she replied. "I love them too. Bring an overnight bag. We will go to the concert and you can stay here the night." He again wore that scared look. "Look David," she said holding him, "nothing is going to happen unless you want it to. Have the spare room. If we just come home and go to our own beds that's fine, if we have a kiss and a cuddle on the sofa again that would be lovely. It's up to you David. All that matters is we have a good time together."

"You don't expect me to have sex with you then?" Asked David unsure about whether he wanted her to say yes or no.

"David you need to agree the contract and also not to put too fine a point on it I need to be ovulating." she said, kissing him on the cheek. "Like I said, lets just have some fun and go on a sort of date." Then with a serious look on her face she continued, "Maybe you could agree the terms of the contract, but not sign it? No harm in that. If we are going to make love, it will have to be next week for me to be fertile."

"Ok," said David remembering his biology lessons about a woman's fertility and feeling relieved nature had removed the pressure for at least now. There was still a sense of disappointment within him that they were not going to sleep together and each hour that went by, that sense seemed to get bigger. Slowly he was fancying her more and more and he ached to touch her and to kiss her again.

Sally told him he was not to drive home after the wine he had had, and called him a taxi, suggesting that she pick him up for the concert at about five thirty tomorrow evening. They agreed to meet around the corner from his house. It would be a long drive to the concert and so they would need to start early. His car would then be at her house for the morning after the concert. When the taxi arrived Sally pulled him to her and they shared several more passionate kisses.

"Go on, you had better get out of here," she said grinning and pushing towards the hallway. Sally noted the look of disappointment on his face and the way he hung back hoping for one more kiss. After she had closed the front door on him, she spent several minutes with her back pressed against the door. Sally was thinking about how much David turned her on. She had always liked younger men, but she could not help wondering if she was doing the right thing. Also would he get cold feet again and not go through with it. It would be a big disappointment and not just to her, if she did not pull it off. Oh the responsibility of it all she said out loud, and laughed before heading off in search of some more wine. Remember this was meant to be fun she told herself.

Part four

David kept sneaking glances at the sleeping Sally as he drove them home from the concert. He had loved watching her in her short dress, dancing to the music. There was something so sexy in how she moved and he loved the way she kept grabbing him and rubbing up against his body and then kissing him. He had loved the music and had been so surprised at how into the songs Sally was. She appeared to know all the words. More than anything he had so loved being with her, especially when she had told him it had been a "great date" as they were leaving. He strode out of the arena so very happy. The pressures of helping her have a baby were forgotten for the moment. Sally thought as they walked that the idea of the concert had been spot on.

Sally had driven to the arena, but as they reached the car, she threw him the keys and told him to drive home. David loved the sense of being the alpha male that this gave him, and even more so that he got to drive her smart new Mercedes.

Now she sat beside him, with legs folded up onto the seat and her body twisted to the side so she was facing him. Her shoes were lying in the foot well of the car. At one point she had stirred in her sleep and her hand had stroked him arm.

"Are you ok, darling?" she whispered. "You don't mind driving?" David reassured her he was fine and told her to go back to sleep. A thrill coursed through him at being called darling. He wished he could slide his hands up her skirt; he was absolutely captivated by her legs, which were so close to him it was difficult not to be distracted. He moved the car from drive into sequential. Now he would have to manually work the gears. David managed to "accidently" touch her knee as he moved the lever forward to put the car into a higher gear. Her knee felt hard to the touch, but still his body tingled with electricity. When she didn't respond he braved another touch. The third time he reached out, Sally moaned in her sleep and turned away. He thought to himself, the women beside him had offered the chance to sleep with her, and he was trying daft tricks to touch her leg. Very stupid David he said to himself. He moved the lever back to automatic.

A few miles further down the road Sally stirred again, this time moving round to face him again, but folding herself up much tighter, so her knees were almost under her chin. David once again reached out and touched her knee and he immediately felt her hand on top of his. When he tried to remove his hand Sally pressed it tightly but he still managed to pull it away.

"Don't move, that was nice," she said and without opening her eyes she reached out and taking his hand in hers guided it up her skirt and onto her thighs. "Is that what you wanted to do?" she asked quietly.

"I have agreed the contract, with that lawyer," he replied quickly, surprised that he had blurted it out. "Its just needs signing now." Sally already knew this as her man dealing with the contract had e-mailed her, but she kept that to herself.

"Does that mean you will do it?" she said, suddenly opening her eyes, the excitement obvious. There was a long pause and it became clear he was not going to answer. She knew she had pushed too hard.

"Sorry," she said softly. "Lets stick to the date idea and having fun." She carefully turned herself round and extending a leg she pressed her foot on his groin and gently rubbed. David gasped in surprise as Sally giggled.

"Just don't crash," she said laughing, at the look on his face.

"I won't," said David. Loving both the touch of her foot, but also the way her legs were right in front of him now and if he looked quickly, he could see all the way up her skirt.

"David, would you like me to stop?" she said teasingly. "Perhaps it is too distracting? Or maybe you don't like it?"

"No." Said David. "Its fine. Honestly."

"Just fine, David? Is that all? I think you like the view up my skirt?" she said, moving her face so she was looking right at him.

"Yes," said David blushing and trying hard not to look back at her and show his embarrassment. The more he told himself not to go red, the more he believed he was turning scarlet.

So she continued to rub his groin with her foot, enjoying the way David gasped and the feeling of the hardening lump between his legs, as she stroked him. David continued to struggle to concentrate on the road. Eventually she moved her foot back.

"Sorry darling that gets a little uncomfortable after a while," she said. "Give me your hand again," and taking his hand she again put it up her skirt. 

"Oh it looks like we are back home," she said and sure enough they had reached Sally's house. David quickly withdrew his hand and drove the car up the drive and parked it by the house. Sally told him not to say anything and grabbing him by the hand she led him into the house. He went to kiss her, but she moved her head away and she guided him into the lounge, making him stand by the sofa.

"Have you ever had a blowjob?" She said simply. He shook his head, his eyes opening wide as the words sunk in. "Well I think its time you did." She said flatly.

Sally smiling looked straight into his eyes, and without looking down, she began to unbuckle his belt. Next she undid his trousers and pulled them down with his boxer shorts. All the time she continued to look him straight in the eyes. Sally dropped to her knees in front of him, pulled his clothing right down and then ran her hands up and down the sides of his legs. His cock was already standing to attention in front of her face.

"Mmmmmmm you have a beautiful body David," she said. Her hands were running up and down the whole length of his legs with just her fingertips touching his skin. She looked up at him, and then a more serious look came over her face as she looked down, and focused on his cock.

Her left hand reached out, grasped his dick, taking it between her thumb and forefinger she lifted it up, before she also grabbed it with her other hand and then she began to stroke up and down his shaft.




Tales of Reluctance: Tale 03



"You have a beautiful cock," she said. 

She closed her eyes, as though anticipating how great his cock would feel on her lips. After pausing for a moment she opened her mouth slightly and slowly licked the tip of his dick with her tongue, licking in slow circles around the top. She put just the head into her mouth, and then removing it, rubbed the top all around her lips. David for the first time let out a little moan of pleasure. Sally looked up at him with her big brown eyes, smiled and slowly put his cock properly into her mouth. Drawing her lips back over it, so it popped out again, before putting it back into her mouth and withdrawing it again. Her left hand gripped his shaft tightly, to ensure his cock stayed at a comfortable height. From her mouth came a smacking sound as she kissed the tip and began to suck it more rigorously. She began to lick his flanks with low slow movements of her tongue.

"It's so big," she muttered. "You are so much bigger than Paul." Her mouth took another journey all the way down his shaft. Sally looked up at David just using one hand to gently caress his dick as she studied his face, watching his reaction.

"Is this nice David?" She said.

"It's. It's. The best," he replied, holding his breath and then suddenly exhaling. She watched him, looking fascinated as he inhaled deeply before breathing out slowly and noisily. Sally stuck out her tongue and again licked all around the tip in a slow circle and then grabbing his cock halfway down the shaft she sucked on it again. David watched Sally sucking him and while her eyes were closed he cautiously lowered his hand and moved some hair off her face.

"I like it when you hold my head," she said. "Show me what you like best." And David placed his hand gently on the back of her head. She began to suck, taking his cock deeper into her mouth and rolling her hand around his shaft she continued to give him a blowjob. His hand gently touched her cheek and he loved the sensation of feeling her soft skin. She began to suck harder, pulling him closer to her at the same time. Her head was now bobbing up and down in a regular rhythm. After doing this for a while, she paused, and then took his whole cock into her mouth, holding it there before pulling back, her lips running over his shaft. She pulled her head back, and then again took the whole length into her mouth. Now without his cock leaving her mouth, she was moving rapidly up and down the whole length. 

"Oh shit that's incredible," said David seeming to especially like what she was doing now. So Sally continued going on and on, in and out, David moaning louder and louder.

Finally she sat back, and looked up at David, rubbing his cock again gently with just one hand as she watched his face.

"Good?" she said simply and he gulped and nodded. Sally laughed. "So you'd like more then?"

She did not wait for an answer, but moved back into position, lifting his cock with her left hand and licking the whole length. Sally began to suck hard on the top of his cock, occasionally pausing to flick her tongue at it.

"Hmmmmm," she murmured, working her hands over his balls and making David moan again, before holding the tip in her mouth as she rolled her hands round his shaft. "Such a lovely cock," she said, almost to herself, as she momentarily sat back, before resuming giving him oral love.

She began to suck him harder and harder, making David gasp and Sally also began to utter quiet little moans, as the blowjob became more and more intense.

Finally using just her hands she worked his cock hard, holding her mouth open over the tip. 

David began to moan louder.

"Its ok David. Come for me," she commented. "Come for me sweetheart. That's it all over my pretty face," she said. He immediately exploded, his come covering her mouth and nose. He was breathing hard and groaning as he did. She put out her tongue and rested the end of his cock on it, before giving it several sucks and then she got up, and headed towards the kitchen. 

"I just need to clean up." She said.

When Sally came back from the kitchen she smiled at David, and walked over to him, passionately kissing her on the lips.

"Did you like that David?" she said.

He nodded, still feeling a little breathless at overwhelming sensation of his intense orgasm.

"Good," she said and she walked out. "Good night then. See you in the morning."

He stood still, a little shocked by her sudden departure. 

David wanted to run after her, to thank her, to plead with her to let him share her bed, but he wasn't brave enough. He so wanted to fuck her. It was then he realized his mind was made up; he would sleep with her next week. He was absolutely smitten with her and there was no longer any part of him that wanted to resist. David knew he would regret not going to bed with her for the rest of his life, if he didn't agree to the surrogacy plan.

He lay for a long time in the spare room too excited to sleep, before finally dropping off several hours later. To his confusion he found an empty house with just a note in the kitchen when he awoke. Help yourself to breakfast it said. To his horror the note also suggested that they should not speak again till next week. Sally finished by saying perhaps they both needed time to think before they took the big step of having sex. David was crushed and utterly bereft. His heart sank at the idea that she might be changing her mind. Why had he not just agreed when he had the chance?

For several days he moped around the house. He texted Sally many times, mostly without response, but occasionally she would reply telling him to be patient. The one time he got very brave and tried to call her she did not answer. As well he tried to talk to the lawyer, who had not sent the contract, so it was still unsigned. He thought perhaps signing the contract would help or at least give him a reason to talk to her. The lawyer's number however did not seem to be working. Gradually day after day his frustration and helplessness built up. Finally on Sunday she called his phone and in a very friendly voice suggested that they meet for dinner, at seven, at her place, that night.

David excitedly agreed, "shall I bring another overnight bag?" he asked hopefully.

"If you want to," said Sally and then the line went dead He had wanted to ask so much more, but the call had ended before he could even get started. All he could do then was wait for dinner and hope it would turn out the way he wanted it too. The clock oh so very slowly ticked round towards seven.

Part five

The dinner had been great, a superb meal, and although David had felt very awkward at first Sally eventually got him relaxed. The wine helped, but mainly she was able to get him laughing. The food was great and when it was all over she made him sit in the lounge while she did a bit of clearing up. He offered to help, but she said it was all being dumped in the kitchen, and the housekeeper would deal with it in the morning.

David sat on the sofa admiring all the nice things around him. He wondered briefly about her husband, realising there were no pictures of him anywhere, in fact there were only the pictures of Sally. There was one picture of her with two friends and that was it. Everywhere though there were nice things. The Raymond's definitely had style and money for the best.

Suddenly a voice called and realising Sally was calling him he went to find her. When he found the kitchen empty he went into the hall.

"I am up here," said a voice from above. He heard footsteps upstairs, but Sally did not appear at the top of the stairs, so with a mixture of confusion, hope, nerves and excitement he breathlessly climbed the stairs. 

"Second door on the right," said the voice again.

He appeared at the correct bedroom door and there was Sally.

David gasped in shock. She was wearing a white bra with matching knickers, with suspenders and black stockings. On her feet were very high stiletto shoes. As he came into the room she got up off the chair and walked towards him, wobbling slightly as she walked due to the height of her shoes.

"Do you like it?" she said opening her hands wide to show she meant her outfit.

"Its wonderful," he replied. "You look beautiful."

"I wanted to wear something special for you," she said. "I bought it just for you. To make your first time even more memorable."

She took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom, sitting him down on the chair she had risen from, and taking his hand he got him to touch her legs and to run his hands over her body. She slowly turned around for him as he caressed her. 

Sally walked a few steps away from David, turned around to face him and began to slowly unclip her suspenders and then removed them, before rolling her stockings down her legs, bending at the knee as she did. She removed her shoes and then removed the stockings. She then put her shoes back on.

"Stand up," she said and David rose immediately as she walked across the floor. As she knelt at his feet and undid his trousers, he unbuttoned his shirt. Once his shirt was open and his trousers around his ankles she leant forward and began to suck on his cock, as she sucked him he began to rock his hips moving in the same rhythm as Sally was. As she gave him a blowjob he took his shirt off and tossed it away. She gave him a long, slow blowjob, moving at the same steady pace as before. Sally raised her head to look at David with big wide-eyes and then slowly removed her bra. She withdrew her mouth from his cock looked at him with a big smile.

"Do you want to fuck me?" She said. David nodded. 

"Are you sure?" she said.

"I need to sign the contract," he said. " I couldn't reach the lawyer again. I tried."

"Afterwards," replied Sally smiling, "Don't worry about it now. 

"Are you still fertile?" he said. "Is it too late?"

"You worry too much David," she said. "Right now all I want is to fuck you. Take off your clothes David."

David removed his shoes and stepped out of his trousers and boxer shorts, standing naked in front of Sally, who now lay on the bed. Her arms were across her bare breasts and all she had on were her white knickers and her black shoes.

"Come here and remove my shoes darling," she said.

David knelt at the end of the bed and removed one shoe, he kissed her leg and stroked it with his hand before then removing the other shoe, and this time he kissed Sally's instep. All the time she lay watching him, a grin on her face, arms still across her breasts.

"Now my knickers," she said, bending her leg at the knee to help him.

Sally lay still as David pulled her knickers up her raised thighs, and down her leg. Sally raising each foot in turn to help him remove them. One hand moved down from her breasts to cover her pussy.

"Lick me right here," she said, stroking between her legs and indicating that was where she meant.

David moved into position, as Sally spread her legs wide, her hands now resting on her thighs, she watched David carefully as he began to lick between her legs. He was pleased after just a few licks to hear Sally moan quietly, and so he continued doing exactly what he was doing. Sally's hand moved her hair off her face and then she began to hold and then squeeze her breasts. David moved a little to get more comfortable and then resumed licking her pussy.

Sally gasped a little and then said. "That's right David. Just like that." David looked up and ran his hand over her pubic area, before he again lowered his head and resumed licking. Sally moved her head back, tensing her body and running a hand over her breasts and stomach. She continued to quietly moan to herself as David continued to give her oral love. Sally lay on the bed with David licking, kissing and sucking on her pussy for several minutes.

"Come here. Its time." Sally said and she showed David how she wanted him to support himself above her, a hand on each side of her body and she guided his cock into her. Her legs opened wide to receive him as bent them at the knees. She watched the expression on his face change as his cock slipped gently inside her. David could not believe how amazing being inside her felt.

"Feels good?" she said.

"Fuck," said David.

He slowly withdrew his cock and then pushed gently in again, fidgeting slightly to get into a better position, before repeating the motion and then again and then again .

She ran her hands over his strong arms and then they kissed slowly and passionately as he continued to slowly fuck her. She gripped his arm as they kissed and he screwed her with the same long slow movement. Sally tried to keep him focused on kissing her, trying to ensure he still fucked her nice and slow. He put his head gently on the top of hers.

"Am I doing it right? He said.

"Its beautiful darling," she said. "Do it just like you are, nice and gentle and slow."

She ran her hands over his arms. David getting uncomfortable being in one place, put more weight on his arms and raised his body up a little higher. Their breathing became heavier and they both began to moan in unison.

"Fuck that is so good," said Sally smiling at him. "I love your big cock inside me."

David began to use a sharper faster motion and Sally told him that she liked that. His pride surged as he began to realize not only was he having sex for the first time, but also he seemed to be doing it well. David watched as Sally ran her arms across her breasts, and she stretched her leg out a little. David looking down watched his cock moving inside her, as they continued to make love.

"I can't believe I am doing this," he said.

"Come here sweetheart," she said and she pulled David down on top of her and with her hand behind his neck they kissed again. Sally slowly lifted her legs and crossed them behind his ass, locking her heels together. 

"You and your beautiful cock are all mine," she said.

He still fucked her slowly, as they kissed with long passionate kisses. She began to use her heels to push him into her, feeling his cock going a little deeper as she did. He began to move faster, and as he did he looked down at what he was doing and then back at Sally.

"Its ok, fuck me faster if you want to," she said. "You feel amazing inside me." And she kissed him again, lifting her legs a little higher on his ass. Their kisses became short and sharp, each one making a slapping sound, as in-between Sally began to breath much faster, her excitement growing as he fucked her.

David looked at Sally for a while, smiling at the dreamy look on her face as he continued screwing her, moving his head down he kissed her right breast, loving the feeling of the soft flabby flesh in his mouth.

"Fuck me hard," Sally said and David again lifted himself off her and supported by his arms he began to move in and out of her much faster and much harder as Sally lay beneath him writhing with pleasure.

"That's it, harder, you can't hurt me," she said.

"Yes, yes, yes," she began to repeat over and over and the bed began to bang rhythmically against the wall. David shut his eyes and fucked her for all he was worth.

As he fucked her, she noticed his face changing and so not ready for him to come just yet she pushed him back into a seated position and she sat up too, so they were face to face. Her legs now either side of his hips. She flicked her hair off her face as she began to rock her hips as he sat watching her.

"Let me fuck you," she said. "Let me show you how. Kiss my breasts darling."

David lowered his head and began to kiss and suck on her tits as she continued to rotate her hips and fuck him.

"That's it," she moaned, "take them deep into your mouth." As he kissed them she said, "that's a good boy." She leant right back, so he could kiss all over her chest and stomach.

Now she moved him into a lying down position and she sat on top of him in a kneeling position and began to bounce up and down on him. She began to bounce faster and faster, now making David moan, before with a low groan, he came inside her. Sally flopped down on top of him.

She lay in his arms for a while listening to his breathing slowly coming back under control. They lay together for a while in silence. Her phone vibrated, and she quickly got out of bed, walked over and checked it, smiling as she read it.

"Everything ok?" said David concerned at how fast she had moved on hearing the phone.

"Everything's great," she replied, "and as you seemed to enjoy your first time so much, I think it will soon be time for the round two." She walked back to the bed and reaching under the duvet she grasped his cock which was already hardening again, just at the idea of more lovemaking. She began to stroke up and down the shaft, his erection getting stronger and stronger as she did. She loved that about young men it didn't take much to get them ready again.

"David?" she said quietly. "Fuck me again!"

David gulped and nodded. "Ok, but I thought you would want to wait to see if you fell pregnant before we did it again."

"Well I have a little fantasy, that my husband will never let me do," she said seductively and opening the drawer of the bedside cabinet she showed him two sets of handcuffs. "If you let me put these on you I will let you have me again, right here and now."

"Wow," said David, "you want to cuff me?"

"Yes," she said, "will you let me do that? It will really turn me on."

David immediately agreed and Sally put the cuffs on him attaching them to the sturdy headboard. Now he was restrained she further surprised him by standing up and grabbing the remote she turned the television on. The screen began to show a video of them making love.

"You taped us?" said David, suddenly feeling a little nervous and wondering why she would do something like that. She smiled at him as his hands pulled at the cuffs.

His nervousness turned into complete bewilderment when he heard noises outside and two other women he did not recognize walked straight into the bedroom. 

"How was he?" said the first one to Sally ignoring David.

"Inexperienced, but very wiling," she said. "Pretty big cock too."

"What? What is going on?" Said David thrashing around, now trying as hard as he could to get his hands free.

"David this is my sister, Rosa Raimondi, but we call her Rosie and this is her cousin Luigia Raimondi, but we just call her Lou." Said Sally. They have both been really looking forward to meeting you."

"David, they are police-issue handcuffs, they are not coming off," said the lady called Rosie, smiling at the way he was struggling. "So I suggest you keep still." She commented before adding, "Now what do we have here?" And she pulled the covers off him, so he was completely naked

"Hmmmm, as you said Sal, pretty big cock." Said Lou. "This should be fun."

Sally said she needed some water and went downstairs, leaving the other two women to explain to the bewildered David what was happening. It took a while but he eventually realized there was no baby plan and in fact Sally's husband knew nothing of what he and Sally had agreed. Eventually David with lots of help from the women made the connection to the name Raimondi and realized that Raymond was simply an Anglicized version of Sally's real surname.

"Oh my god," he said resuming pulling on the handcuffs in his desperation.

The women then told him what Sally's husband would do to him if he found out he had had sex with her. You will do what we tell you the women said, or her husband gets the tape. Sally he will forgive, you he will kill, very slowly and very painfully. Maybe even your whole family.

"You see he really is a gangster David," said Sally returning to the room. "Not a nice man at all, but you know that from the school work I set you. Which you did very well I must say." She sat beside him on the bed. Her hand moved a strand of hair off his face. "Pity you didn't get a copy of that contract, but without it there is no proof of my little scam. You won't find that lawyer trust me. In fact he wasn't a lawyer at all. Also my love it might be better if you did not suggest to my Paolo if you meet him, I mean Paul, that he has a low sperm count. Italian men get very sensitive about such things. It might upset him more than the fact you screwed his wife."