1 comments/ 7992 views/ 0 favorites Those Days of...Ch. 51-55 By: TonyDowse Those Days of...Ch. 51-55 For a few seconds I thought I had made a mistake, she just stood there, staring right through me. But the moment passed and she looked down, her eyes widening as they focussed on my angrily quivering cock. Then using one hand to press it down level with my thighs and the other to lift her skirt up to her waist, she did as I'd instructed. She only took a second or two to settle herself and as I felt the soft swell of her stomach squashing down on my throbbing cock I used my left hand to cup and fondle her breasts, lightly pinching their already stiffened tips. The feelings I was getting were so good I let her lie there for a minute, savouring them and giving Barbara time to think about what was to come. She knew that what I was going to do would sting, perhaps even hurt - did she know, or at least hope it might also be sexually arousing? Spanking had never been something I had fantasised about doing and I had been genuinely horrified by Barbara's description of what Mike had done to her. But as I took that first swing - felt the palm of my hand connect with the firmness of her cheek, heard the loud smack, her suddenly indrawn breath, and felt my cock surge - I found myself looking forward to a repeat. As spankings go, what I gave Barbara probably rates pretty low on the list but even so the rounded cheeks quickly turned pink, then a deeper, blush-red colour. While my right hand was slapping, my left continued to fondle her breasts, squeezing each in turn, feeling the already swollen flesh firming and their nipples spiking. At first she gave no more than a small gasp each time my hand landed but those soon turned to sharper cries, her body wriggling and writhing in response. The sensations caused by her belly squirming down against my cock accelerated my own rising level of excitement and as I continued smacking I felt it jerking powerfully, as though trying to prod its way into that soft flesh. It wasn't long before I sensed that her level of arousal was increasing even faster than my own so I slowed down a bit, taking longer pauses between each smack, using those to take some of the sting out of her skin by stroking it. But even if the soothing strokes lessened the smarting they did nothing to reduce her excitement. As I ran my hand up and down over her the curve of her bottom my finger-tips naturally slipped into the cleft between her tightly clenched arse-cheeks and when I felt the muscles relax slightly I pushed deeper, into the swampy heat between her legs. At first I couldn't believe she'd got so wet in such a short space of time - but then realised she must have started getting aroused when I told her my story, then more so as she recalled the events at school - the physical punishment had merely been the final straw. Pushing my hand down between her thighs I slid my fingers up through the juices oozing from her pussy, feeling the throbbing in my cock intensifying as their powerful scent filled my nostrils. Realising just how wound up she was I said. 'I think that's enough punishment for being a wicked girl. Now for the reward, for being a very, very sexy one. Get up, then sit down on me.' I had been right in thinking she was more than ready and she quickly pushed herself up off my lap. As the pressure that had been restraining it was removed my cock immediately sprang upright, the speed and force of its movement taking us both by surprise. 'That's just how I need it.' she muttered as she took a long hard look at its quivering rigidity. Then, turning her back to me she straddled my legs, reached down and held the shaft steady as she pushed herself down on to it. The feel of her hungry pussy engulfing me was incredible, I gave a low sigh as her pussy-lips slipped down over the bloated head, then groaned as she bore steadily down, it felt as though my entire cock had been tightly wrapped in warm, liquid velvet. She was even more keyed up than I'd thought and started to come almost immediately, I heard her whimpering as she wriggled her bottom down against my thighs then, as I felt the rhythmic contractions gripping my cock, her sharper, breathy grunts. But though she paused for a few moments, allowing herself a little time to enjoy the waves of pleasure, she needed much more than that brief climax and gripping her knees for balance, she began in earnest. It was only then that I fully appreciated the real force of what I'd stirred up, unlike every other time, she completely ignored my needs, simply using my cock as a tool, a tool designed for just one purpose, the relief of the enormous pressure inside herself. She put so much energy into bouncing up and down that as her movements became wilder, less controlled I was glad I'd jammed the back of the chair against the table, without that extra support we could have both ended up on the floor. Even so, my concern about that happening took the edge off my enjoyment and as Barbara was totally ignoring my needs, my climax, unlike hers, was suppressed. The word climax doesn't really describe what Barbara had and although I couldn't know exactly what went on inside her it was obvious she was experiencing some of the most powerful sensations I had ever witnessed. She gave a series of short, staccato grunts as she rammed herself down faster and faster, forcing my cock harder and deeper up inside herself. Then finally, as it felt as though every muscle in her body began to spasm, she gave the most incredible wailing sound and I felt the rippling contractions surging up through her in a seemingly never-ending motion. Chapter 52 Some Explanations When it was finally all over for her, she remained sitting there, my unspent cock still hard up inside her as she waited for the tremors wracking her body to subside and her heart and breathing to return to something closer to normal. I couldn't see the expression on her face, and she had difficulty getting the words out, but I could hear the tone of bewildered surprise in her voice when she panted. 'You knew! Even though I didn't know it myself - you knew that smacking me would turn me on that much. You knew - but how?' 'I wouldn't say I knew - but I had a pretty fair idea.' 'How?' 'To begin with, I thought you knew, thought that was what you wanted.' 'Wanted yes - but I certainly didn't know I did. I don't understand. What made you think that, was it something I said?' 'A number of little things, adding them all together - it seemed to fit.' 'What things?' 'It may take a while to explain, so, even though the way you're sitting feels very nice, it makes it a bit difficult to hold a long conversation. Why don't we forget me for a bit, you get up and I'll talk. So long as you promise to do something about the condition I'm still in after we've finished talking.' I added with a wry grin. As she lifted herself off me and turned around she stared down at my cock, it was sticking straight up, glossy from end to end with a coating made up of a mixture of my pre-cum and the results of her orgasms. 'Are you sure you don't want me to do something about that first?' she asked as she reached down, her fingers closing gently around the still throbbing shaft. 'It'll keep Barbara - let's sort out one thing at a time.' I said as I pulled a chair round for her. 'Now, from the beginning. There have been a lot of clues really, none of them significant in themselves - but added all together, well! I mean, go back to the day we first met Mike, down by the river. I had the idea of blind-folding and tying you and your mother up, not because I was into bondage or anything like that but as a way of getting him there without you knowing it wasn't me making love to you, but a stranger. Remember?' 'I'm not very likely to forget - that was a marvellous day. If only he'd stayed the way he was that day it would have been great.' 'O.K. I understand that - but I'm talking about the reaction I saw from you when I tied you up. Even as I was beckoning to him to take over your whole body was shuddering from what you were already feeling. Then, more significantly, there was the day your mother and I followed the two of you, the day he told us about Margaret. I remember how excited you got when he described what happened between them, you even made the comment at one stage that you thought you'd make a good subject. And since then you've showed very keen interest in what your mother and I got up to during our own sessions.' 'But all of that's about being tied-up, I don't see how that explains why you should think I'd like - and why I reacted the way I did - to being smacked.' 'There is a link between the two things Barbara, believe me there is - and I think part of that link is some remaining guilt, guilt from your childhood and perhaps some from what happened between you and Luke too. It was when you told us about that terrible night with Mike - that was when I started thinking more deeply about your reactions to it all. You have to remember just what you said to us, about the way you felt at the time. Should I go on - or would you rather forget the whole thing?' 'No, please go on Roger, I want to try to understand, I really do.' 'O.K. - but stop me if the memories get too painful. Let's go back to when you had Mike tied-up in the doorway. You said that oiling him and watching his reactions got you so excited that after you'd got him off you could hardly wait for him to do something similar to you - and said you got quite cross when he seemed reluctant. There was some part of you that was absolutely determined to experience a degree of humiliation - because however we like to dress it up, that's what's basically involved in being tied-up. I wondered why. In every other respect you come across as the initiator, you like being in charge, being the one that controls what happens. Yet, every now and then the other side of you breaks through to the surface. I wondered whether part of the trigger for that might be some deeply buried guilt. Although it would be quite unjustified, feeling some guilt about what happened with Luke would be understandable. But as I think your mother and I have helped you overcome much of that, I wondered if there were other things in your life you might feel guilty about, even if only at the subconscious level - maybe from when you were very young. As an adopted child it would be understandable that your parents would tend to spoil you a bit, being the only child would mean there would be even more affection lavished on you - and I remembered your mother telling me very early on just how much they both loved you and fussed over you. Maybe, deep down inside, you somehow felt that because you were adopted you didn't really deserve - or hadn't earned - all that care and attention. After all, who knows what goes on in those dark recesses of our minds, especially when we are young. Do you see what I mean?' 'Sort of Roger. It's all a bit deep though isn't it? I mean, all we're talking about is why I got turned-on when you smacked my bottom.' 'But I'm sure that part of the reason why you got turned-on was because I acted in an authoritarian way, made you remember times when you yourself said you had been deserving of punishment - and escaped it. Remember what I said about there having been times when you deliberately set out to stir the unnatural passions of one or two of the masters. Do you remember what you answered?' 'Yes, I said I did.' 'That's right - even without any real prompting you were immediately able to recall times when you did something you thought you should have been punished for. That's without me knowing anything about what happened and without me having to ask any really probing questions. Doesn't a person who can instantly remember such things strike you as someone who might still be feeling a bit guilty about them?' 'Now I can see what your getting at Roger. You might have something.' 'O.K. - let's not get into too much detail. Let's go back to what happened with Mike. We'd got to the point where you seemed determined to experience what it felt like to be tied-up, humiliated that is. Then he took you through to the kitchen shackled you to the table, you tried to tell him it was hurting but either he ignored you, or perhaps he thought that was part of what you wanted. But even though you told us you were getting a bit scared I remember exactly what you said when you described what happened next. You said - 'Then he slapped me. Quite lightly at first - and if that's all he'd wanted to do it would have been all right - in fact it might even have been sexy.' I remember the words so well because of the expression on your face when you looked across at me, it was as though you were trying to tell me that's what you wanted me to do for your one day. I guess the final clue was that day you barged in on us when your mother and I were going flat out, over this table. It seems kitchen's play as important a part in our sex lives as bed-rooms do.' I added with a grin. 'You got so aroused you had to relieve yourself right there and then. Maybe it was because what we were doing was raw, almost violent, it triggered the thought - 'This is how it should have been, for me.' The fact that it was happening in the kitchen made the comparison with your own, ultimately unhappy experience with Mike even stronger. 'You're certainly right about that. At that moment, when I opened the door and saw you both, I was really, really jealous of Mum - I wanted it to be me on the receiving end of what you were doing for her.' 'How long were you there?' 'Not that long really - it was all very quick, dramatically quick in fact. You already had your cock up her arse and I remember seeing how Mum's hands were sort of clawing at the table-top, trying to get a grip of something, anything. I don't remember ever reacting quite as quickly as I did that time, I was instantly wet, my pussy itching uncontrollably, demanding attention of some sort. And as I watched you powering in and out of her and heard the noises you were both making I just had to relieve that itch somehow.' 'I understand that feeling, I've experienced it myself.' I replied, still vividly remembering the day, many months earlier, when I'd returned home to find Barbara and Julia in bed together - and had to do exactly the same thing as Barbara had done. 'I suppose it was the mix of all those clues that made me think that under the right circumstances you would probably react very strongly.' 'Well you were certainly right, again. And apart from having the most amazing series of orgasms, I've learned something about myself. Now - what about you? Your balls must be giving you absolute agony - I think we should get rid of some of that pressure for you, don't you?' She was quite right, my balls were aching, that inwardly bruised feeling they get when their contents have been left to bubble away. But though I was certainly no masochist I felt that if I put up with the discomfort until we were both ready for another bout the climax I'd have would be absolutely stupendous. So I had been going to say I was O.K., would prefer to wait until a bit later. But Barbara had other ideas, before I had a chance to say anything she leaned forward, closing one hand around the still rigid shaft and I gave a low grunt as her touch sent a powerful surge through it. Feeling the strength of my automatic response, she looked up, gave me a knowing smile and as she got down and knelt between my legs, said. 'Yes, as I thought - this is definitely in need of attention.' Then as though speaking to herself, as the fingers of her other hand began to lightly stroke my tightly swollen balls, added. 'But I'll have to be very gentle with these.' Although her fingers' feather-light touch seemed to be reducing the bruising ache in my balls, the way she was handling my cock was increasing the strength of its reactions. Instead of curling her hand right around the shaft she was using the tips of her fingers, holding it just below the head, her thumb resting against the sensitive ridge of skin beneath it. As her finger-tips skimmed up and down over the rim her thumb flicked back and forth, the combination producing positively electrifying sensations. The thrills her hands were generating were so powerful that it wasn't long before I felt my stomach and thigh muscles tightening, my body arching, pushing my hips and straining cock upwards. Her eyes had been flicking up and down, from my face to my cock, checking my responses and although she could see how my body was crying out for release she continued with those tantalising caresses, keeping them just too light to bring on my actual climax. I realised she was determined to make mine as intense as those she had just had herself - and that she was in no rush to get me there. So, with my brain swamped by the pleasure-shocks she was creating, I closed my eyes, surrendering myself to whatever she had planned for me. Sometime later, through the haze of pleasure I felt a change in what she was doing and looked down again. By then my cock looked almost grotesque - the rock-hard shaft knotted with bulging veins, the massively bloated head a dark, glossy purple - and oozing drops of pre-cum. As they welled up out of the tip she was using the smooth centre of her palm to spread them down over the tautly polished surface. The lubricant made my cock-head even more sensitive and when her fingers and thumb then returned to what they had been doing before I gasped as a series of even more thrilling jolts exploded inside my head Although my brain seemed to have become hooked on the constant thrill-surges, my body's physical need became increasingly urgent and I finally managed to growl. 'No more! Do it! Do it now!' She recognised from the note of desperation in my voice that she had finally worked me up to absolute fever pitch and gave me a brief tight smile then, curling her fingers right around the shaft she moistened her lips and slid them down over the head. I groaned as the sensations became even more intense when both her hand and head began to move in unison, her fingers stroking up and down the shaft, her mouth taking in more and more of my cock. I glanced down in time to see the entire length disappearing between her lips and when she'd swallowed it all she gave a muffled murmuring sound that sent tremors resonating through the length of the shaft. Then, as her lips and mouth began to bob and suck, she used both hands, one firmly pumping my cock, the other gently rolling and squeezing my balls and I heard myself making a series of rasping hisses as the pressure inside me rose higher and higher. Even though one part of my brain wished I could somehow continue experiencing the electrifying sensations, I was too far gone - one moment I was being inundated with thrills - the next, I was thrusting up into her voracious mouth - and the next, exploding. It was unbelievably sudden, unbelievably powerful, my entire body heaving upwards as great scalding gouts of semen pumped out. It felt as though every single drop of fluid in my body was being drained down into my balls, filling them to overflowing, then blasting up through my cock - the process repeating again and again, each time generating waves of excruciating pleasure. Both the explosive force and the sheer volume of semen obviously took Barbara by surprise too. Although the first loads must have jetted straight down her throat and she was swallowing as fast as she could, from the sound of her choking gurgles it seemed that there was more than even she could manage. But she continued sucking until she was sure there was no more, then, with semen dribbling from the corners of her mouth, grinned up at me and said. 'You really were in a bad way.' Those Days of...Ch. 51-55 Some time later we made it to the bath-room and after we'd washed each other and I was patting her dry, I had a look at her bottom. The glow from my smacking had almost completely faded, just a pale tinge of pink remaining on the fleshy curves. I planted a couple of kisses on them then turned her around. 'There certainly won't be any bruises this time, in fact there's already hardly a trace left Barbara.' 'There may not be anything much to show on the outside Roger - but I can assure you, there is on the inside. I can still feel you. Apart from how big you were, that position let it get right up into some unusual places - very deep, very exciting. In fact we must try it again sometime and when we do I'll concentrate on you, instead of myself. If it's half as good for you as it was for me, you won't know what hit you.' 'I don't think I could possibly climax any harder than I just did - but, just in case I'm wrong I'll keep you up to that a promise.' I said as I got back up to my feet and given the resurging interest that sponging and drying her had started I might well have kept her to it right then - if the phone hadn't rung. 'That'll be Mum, letting us know she's arrived safely. You take it Roger - I'll, as they say, slip into something more comfortable.' Having quickly put on my bath-robe I hurried out to answer it - Barbara was right of course, it was Helen. The drive had been uneventful, her parents were obviously glad to see her but sorry neither Barbara nor I were with her - but had then been thrilled to hear about the house and Helen could see she'd be up for a while yet as they had demanded she give them all the details she could. Then, in response to her somewhat tentative question about how things were with us I replied in a quieter voice that things seemed to be going well, that there were no problems for her to worry about, to remember how much I loved her and looked forward to her return on Sunday evening. We chatted for a short while, I said 'hello' to her parents and then when she reappeared in her house-coat, handed the phone over to Barbara so she could talk to them for a bit and went out to the kitchen to make us some coffee. She joined me there a few minutes later. 'Gran and Pop sound fine, they love having Mum there, it's a pity she can't make the trip more often.' 'That's one reason why we thought now would be a good time, it might get even more difficult once work starts on the house, there'll be a lot for us to do.' 'And being able to help me with my little problem was purely coincidental I suppose.' 'That came into our thoughts, I'd be a liar if I said it hadn't - your mother's always very concerned about you and will do almost anything to make sure you're happy. If I can help in some way, then I will too. But don't think the whole idea was just to make sure your frustration level doesn't get too high, it wasn't.' 'O.K. - I'll try to stop being super-sensitive. Now, coffee, into the lounge and on with your stories, I'm sure you've only just scratched the surface so far.' I had forgotten that was what I'd promised her - and was in a way surprised she still wanted me to go on with tales from my youth - but if right then that was what she wanted I wasn't going to argue with her. So we settled ourselves down in the lounge-room and I couldn't help recalling that night when we'd spent a couple of the early morning hours doing much the same thing, when she had told me the details of her activities with Luke. As on that night, she curled up on the settee and I took one of the chairs, putting the coffee on the table between us. Chapter 53 Kim 'Where had I got to?' 'You had explained how the thing you had going with Sheila came to an end - 'fizzled-out' I think you said. I commented on how sad that was, that you still seemed to have a soft spot in your heart for her. Then dinner arrived and then we were diverted by other, even more pressing needs.' 'Ah yes, I remember. In other words I had got to the point when I'd started at university.' 'That's right - and I suppose you were quite overwhelmed by all the nubile flesh available there.' 'Not exactly. I worked bloody hard actually, certainly for the first eighteen months or so, you have to, if you want to get a good pass that is - and I did, didn't want to let my parents down I suppose. And I was still seeing Sheila of course, whenever we could, though as I said, that was becoming less and less frequent. Anyway, whatever the reasons, I was well into the second year before I really started looking around at anyone else. One of the few semi-social activities I was involved in was the university debating team, not that I was a full time member, just one of the reserves - standing in for one of the team when they couldn't attend. We always had a fair-sized audience and if we were debating a contentious issue, something to do with War, the Environment, Sex or a major social issue, a really big crowd would turn up. Something happened to our usual number three speaker, I don't remember what it was now, anyway I was to speak in his place, at a debate we knew would draw crowds. The proposition was that - 'This house does not support the rampant feminism sweeping the campus.' - and because we knew it was a controversial subject we'd booked the university's main hall. As I was speaking for the proposal I had to have a pretty good speech and I'd spent hours preparing it, polishing it, cutting chunks out, then starting all over again - until I thought it was right. The tack I was taking was to concentrate on the word 'rampant' in the proposition. I thought that if we simply attacked feminism itself we'd be bound to lose - but if I could convince the people that it was the extremes that some women wanted to go to that were causing problems, we might just scrape home. What I said doesn't really matter but I could see from the reaction in parts of the audience that they understood the point I was making and that quite a large number were agreeing with me. That spurred me on and I guess I spoke better that night than I had any other time. As my eyes travelled around the people looking up at me I noticed one particular girl, I suppose I noticed her at first because I recognised her as one of the people who quite regularly came just to listen. I had never spoken to her - mainly because the circumstances had never arisen but probably also because if I'd thought about it, which I hadn't, I would have presumed she was a lesbian. You know the type I'm sure - dark, almost scruffy clothes, lank hair, often just screwed up in a bun, a striding walk. I felt sure that if I checked, I'd find her arm-pits crammed full of hair.' Barbara smiled and nodded. 'I know just the type you mean Roger. Not your type at all.' 'Naturally most people look at the speaker while he's talking so you make plenty of eye contact as you look around the audience - but she wasn't just looking she was staring, staring so intently at me that I began to feel slightly uncomfortable - and the thought that she might suddenly leap up and attack me began to make me a little nervous. But nothing happened, I finished my speech, got a rousing ovation, sat down and the debate went on - but even when other speakers took the floor I was conscious that this one girl's attention remained firmly focussed on me. In the end, mainly because there were so many fanatical feminists in the audience we lost the debate by a narrow margin but as we were leaving I saw this particular girl making a bee-line for me and when she caught up with me, introduced herself as Kim. I was surprised to hear her say that she had found my speech very enlightening and asking if we could we discuss my ideas in greater depth, perhaps over a coffee. I suppose I was so relieved to find she wasn't actually planning to burn me at the stake that I nodded agreement and she immediately hurried me off towards the coffee shop. The place was packed, I suppose everyone who'd been at the debate had the same idea and I tried to use that as an excuse, saying that as it was obvious we'd have no chance to talk we should meet some other time - but she would have none of that, said we'd go to her place instead and promptly dragged me off towards the car park. Not too many students had cars in those day so I was impressed by that and even more so when she then drove me to a house in one of the nearby, older suburbs where I found she had one of the little flats it had been converted in to. It was really no more than a couple of small bed-sitting rooms with separate kitchen and bath-rooms, but unlike most of the rest of us, who were forced to share rooms, at least she had one to herself. She made some coffee and then we began to talk - at first she was almost as hostile as I'd expected her to be but after we had been going for a while I noticed a slight softening in the tone of voice she was using and a little later, that she was looking at me in different way. The main point of my argument had been to strongly support the principles of feminism, equal rights and power for women - but that the rampant feminists had gone the wrong way about getting those things. By being as aggressive, as man-like as they were they were risking the destruction of the very thing they were fighting for, femininity itself. They were complaining that men wielded power over women, were often violent towards them and I hadn't disagreed with that - but I had said that women shouldn't try to emulate men, take on those very aspects that they were complaining about - instead, they should highlight and use the very things that made them different - their caring natures, their softness, their vulnerability if you like. I suppose we'd been talking for close to an hour when she brought the conversation round to herself. 'Let's use me as an example of what you're saying Roger. You're suggesting that even things like the way I dress make achieving our goals that much more difficult. Is that right?' 'In a small way, yes Kim.' 'So, how would you have me dress - see-through blouses and very short skirts I suppose?' I must have smiled at the thought of her dressed that way because for a brief moment she looked really hurt - but brightened when I replied by saying that there was a world of difference between feminine - and sexy. Sexy may have its place, that was up to the individual - but women didn't have to disguise the very fact that they were women either. There were a range of alternatives in between. She wouldn't let me off the hook as easily as that though, she then asked me to describe what I thought she should wear. I thought for a while before answering. 'It's hard to say Kim - but off-hand, I should think you would look great in nicely tailored suit, with a straight or half-pleated skirt rather than pants, or perhaps a pair of well cut jeans and a jumper, maybe pale blue, to match your eyes. They're both smart and yet feminine too. And if you were really serious you'd need to have your hair cut a bit shorter, make it fuller - and while you're at it, get yourself some lighter coloured glasses, those heavy black frames hide the line of your cheek-bones and make your face look too square.' I could see from her reaction that I'd gone too far, her face reddened and her mouth tightened to a thin, grim line - she said she thought we should leave it that, that it was probably time for me to go. To make things even worse, as she didn't offer me a lift back I had to walk, giving me plenty of time to ponder about the difference between what people said they wanted to hear and what they actually wanted you to say. However, a few days later I was standing in the rain, waiting for a bus when a car pulled up, the door opened and a very attractive young woman's face appeared, smiled and offered me a lift. As I was starting to get really soaked I didn't think twice but then as I got in I snatched a quick look at the rest of her - a nicely filled sweater and a pair of tight, figure-hugging jeans - and couldn't help wondering why such an attractive woman had stopped to pick me up. She could tell I hadn't recognised her and obviously enjoyed playing me along for a while, asking me where I was heading and then, what I was planning to do for the rest of the day. I did my best to cover my growing confusion, told her I had some reading to do and some study to finish but was totally dumb-struck when she said I could do that just as well at the place she and another girl were sharing, there was some steak in the fridge - and we could continue our conversation while we ate. 'What conversation? I think you must be confusing me with someone else.' I answered - but she just laughed and although I couldn't really believe it, the penny dropped when I noticed where she was taking us. I turned and had a good look at her, it couldn't be - but at the same time it had to be. 'Kim?' 'Of course silly. Who did you think it was?' 'I'd never have recognised you. It's a complete transformation - you look fantastic.' 'The same as I've always looked actually, it's only the outer wrapping that's different. And that was your idea.' 'From where I'm sitting I'd say it was one of the best ideas I've ever had. I still can't believe it though. What happened to the glasses?' 'I tried a few, really didn't like any of them, so I'm breaking in some contact lenses - I can't wear them all day yet so I have some glasses too - but they're a lot better than the pair you disliked so much.' 'But I thought I had totally offended you.' 'Oh I was - at first. But after you left I sat and thought about everything you'd said. I realised I had been unfair - I had asked for your opinion and you had given it, the fact that I didn't like what you said wasn't your fault. So then I thought more about what you had said, the reasons why I had reacted so strongly against it. Anyway, forget the details of what I thought, I decided that maybe you were right. Maybe I was doing myself a disfavour by trying to be what I wasn't - I should be what I am. And here I am. And unless I'm mistaken, you approve.' 'That's putting it mildly Kim - I think it's, I mean, you look fantastic!' About then we arrived outside her place and as we got out of the car she casually mentioned that her flat-mate was out, she had lectures all that afternoon. That naturally gave me ideas and I took the opportunities she gave me during the next few minutes to get a better look at her - and it was a pleasure, a real pleasure. When she bent to lock the car door I noticed how the sweater tightened over the full bulge her breasts made in it and then as I stood aside to let her open the door and lead the way upstairs, how the seam of her jeans cut into the crack between the tightly rounded curves of her bottom. Beneath the tacky gear she had previously worn she had been hiding a tautly rounded, perhaps sexy woman. As my sex-life since arriving at university had been, at best spasmodic, I was almost immediately aware of my body's reaction to her. So when I shut the door of her flat behind me and turned to find her standing there, looking at me with an expression that clearly indicated her own feelings were much the same as mine, I only hesitated for a moment before moving towards her, taking her in my arms and kissing her. I don't know what she really expected but at first she allowed my hands to freely explore her body, squirming and pressing herself tighter against me, responding quite automatically to what they were doing for her as I caressed her - her kisses getting hotter as I squeezed her bottom, fondled her breasts and even when I then slipped one down over her stomach to feel up between her thighs. But when I began to undo the zip, so I could get at the flesh beneath, she suddenly stopped me, breaking out of my encircling arm. 'No Roger! I'm sorry - but I can't. At least, not yet.' 'What do you mean Kim - not yet?' 'Oh I'm such a fool - I should have waited a bit longer before I sprang on you like this. It's not fair to either of us.' I still hadn't the faintest idea what she meant of course and told her so, she explained. 'It's not that I'm a virgin - I was heavily involved with a guy a year or so ago. But I haven't had or really wanted anyone since then. So I've never had a need for the pill or other contraceptive. Do you have one of those things, you know, condoms with you?' she asked hesitantly. I shook my head and the momentarily hopeful look that had appeared on her face changed to one of disappointment as I said. 'I've never used them Kim. The only girl I've, you know, done it with, her mother had made sure she was on the pill.' 'I didn't think you would - and for some odd reason I really don't think I could stand the thought of a man wearing one, just the thought of them makes me shudder. So I made some other decisions about myself, one of them was that I should go on the pill. I started yesterday.' It was my turn to look and sound excited. 'So what's the problem then?' I said as I eagerly moved back towards her. But my mood swung back just as hers had, when she explained. 'It takes the first cycle to become effective. I shouldn't have done anything about trying to see you for another four weeks.' I was crestfallen for a moment - then recalled what Sheila and I had done together when we first knew each other. 'I could go and get some condoms from the nearest chemist - but if you are really so turned-off by the thought of them there are plenty of ways we can enjoy being with each other, without actually making love, properly I mean. I can give you almost as much pleasure in other ways - and you can do similar things for me. That's if you really want to of course.' I added, taking a step towards her. 'You mean things like some girls do when they are together?' I'd never known a girl who had been with other girls so didn't know exactly what they did - but I could certainly imagine it - and decided it couldn't be that different to what I'd done for Sheila, Greta - and the others. 'Exactly.' 'And you'd do that for me. And be satisfied with me doing the same thing for you for the next few weeks?' 'Why not?' 'I thought men only ever wanted to, you know - well, fuck.' 'I guess you have as much to learn about men as I have to learn about women. Why don't we do our studies together?' I said, knowing I had a broad grin on my face. 'What a brilliant idea Roger! Let's!' she said with excited enthusiasm then threw herself back into my arms and we kissed long and hard before we moved over to the bed. She had never really done any of those things to a boy before - the guy that she'd had sex with had been pretty straight-laced, enjoyed the fucking of course but didn't go in for much else - so she had to learn just what to do and which of those things I was most likely to enjoy at any given time. But she took to it like a duck to water and quite quickly became an expert. But she was amazed at what I was able to do for her - I guess she expected all men to be like the one she'd known, rough, too quick, those kinds of things. But all the experience I'd gained from the various girls that had queued up for me to do it to them proved really valuable and I was able to give her some apparently spectacular orgasms. We had agreed that we mustn't let the sex get in the way of our studies and although there were evenings when she knew her flat-mate was out and we'd head back to her place and spend ages stroking, licking and sucking each other to innumerable climaxes, there were others when one or the other simply had to work. But we were doing completely different courses and after trying to juggle both our and her flat-mate's conflicting time-tables we decided to meet when and wherever we could. We met at lunch-time or even between classes, each trying to think of somewhere where we could be together - sometimes for as little fifteen minutes. Those Days of...Ch. 51-55 Over the next four weeks we must have done it to each other in every way and in every place you could imagine, which we both found actually added to the excitement of our get togethers. I forget all the places we used now, but the changing rooms of the gym was one, back-stage in the auditorium was another and on more than one occasion we did it in an unused lecture room. There were a couple of really memorable times when she just took care of me. The first was when we couldn't find anywhere at all, each of our favourite places was unavailable and neither of us was able to think of an alternative. I remember that I was feeling incredibly horny - I don't remember why, maybe we hadn't seen each other for a couple of days. Anyway, having gone from one place to another Kim must have seen I was getting more and more wound-up and decided that even if I couldn't reciprocate, she was going to relieve my tension. She found us a relatively quiet spot at the corner of two adjoining buildings and pulled me into it. Thinking we were just going to have to settle for a bit of a kiss and cuddle I put my arms around her - but instead of feeling her arms slipping around me, I felt her hands fumbling with my zip, then reaching inside and after a bit of a struggle, getting out my already fully erect cock. As I had my back to the nearby path the occasionally passing student couldn't actually see what was going on when she then proceeded to masturbate me, collecting what she pumped out of me a few minutes later in a couple of tissues. At the time I think I was simply very grateful for the relief, but she must have found something about that situation especially stimulating because a few days later, even before we'd checked out any of our usual places, she shyly asked if I'd like to repeat it - and became very excited when I said I would. Having got my agreement, she told me how aroused she'd got, doing it while people were walking past. She said she hadn't been able to stop thinking about it since then, even the previous evening, when we'd taken full advantage of having the flat to ourselves and I'd licked and sucked her to several dramatically powerful orgasms. We had at least half an hour before our next lectures began but she hurried me back to the place and as I felt her fingers gripping my hand more and more tightly I couldn't help imagining the sensations they would soon be giving me. So by the time we got there I already had an almost full erection, which she found immediately we'd taken up our previous position. That time, having got my trousers undone she somehow managed to pull my underpants down far enough that she could get out not only my cock but also my balls. The previous time, no doubt because of the combination of the strangeness of the situation and because she'd known just how wound-up I was, she had simply got me off as quickly as possible. That second time was quite different, I could sense that in her own way she was getting almost as much pleasure from what she was doing for me as I was receiving - and that she had no intention of rushing things. As she ran her fingers slowly back and forth along the shaft I could feel it getting harder, then I moaned with rising pleasure as I felt her other hand touch my tightly swollen balls, gently stroking them with the soft tips of her fingers, then curling, fondling and rolling them. At the same time her other hand was rhythmically squeezing my cock, as though trying to make it even bigger by forcing even more blood up into it. Then, in spite of the thrills I was already feeling, my entire body shuddered when she relaxed her grip and slid her hand up to the head and I felt her finger-tips skimming up and down over it. She'd been wearing a long, very fine scarf round her neck and after a few minutes of unhurried, absolutely delightful manipulation, when she was sure she'd got my cock up to maximum size and hardness, she pulled one end down, then wrapped several folds around it. 'I thought this might make what you're feeling even more exciting. Does it?' she whispered as her fingers loosely enclosed it and I felt the silky material slipping backwards and forwards as she slowly stroked up and down the shaft. It certainly did, so much so that I think I only managed a few sharp grunts in reply as a series of what felt like mild electric shocks shot up through me. But in one sense using the scarf was defeating her own purpose. She was intent on increasing her own enjoyment by delaying my climax for as long as possible, so she was deliberately using very light, leisurely caresses. But of course the very slowness of her movements gave my brain that much more time to register the incredibly intense sensations being triggered by the material brushing over my skin - particularly when it slipped up and down over the rim of the already super-sensitive head. So it wasn't long before the pressure inside me became almost unbearable and obviously she could tell from my reactions that I was getting close to climaxing. 'Not already?' she whispered, the tone in her voice registering her disappointment. Again, as I felt the first unbelievably powerful surge welling up, I could only grunt a reply. But although she'd obviously hoped to make it last longer, once she realised what was happening she tightened her grip, increasing the strength of her strokes - her other hand intensifying the pressure by firmly squeezing my achingly swollen balls. So, it wasn't really surprising that when I came it was with absolutely enormous force. I grunted and heaved forwards as the first load jetted out then felt her hands working together to pump the rest out of me.' 'I guess that ruined her scarf.' Barbara said with a chuckle. Then added in a more serious tone. 'It sounds as though she had a complete transformation Roger.' 'Yes it was. And even though what we could do was limited and many people would imagine it would have been rather frustrating, in actual fact it was a more than satisfying few weeks. I suppose in a way, the fact that neither of us had come straight from a more usual sexual relationship meant our needs were in some ways more basic, we were able to get maximum pleasure from any sort of activity.' 'I liked the idea of her taking care of you whenever she saw you needed it. As you were talking I was remembering what I did a little while ago, the feel your hot cock in my hand, its hardness, then the strength of the pulsations as it pumped out your semen. I've always liked that too. Gives a girl a sense of power, controlling the man like that I mean. But arousing, exciting too.' she added. 'Bur we've never done anything like that outdoors. Have you and Mum?' 'Yes, a couple of times anyway.' I answered, particularly remembering the night Helen and I had gone to see the film with Barbara's look-alike in it - and what Helen had done for me towards the end of it. 'It's nice when it's so spontaneous, when the need is so strong you just have to do something about it, isn't it. Don't get me wrong, I love the times when we know we're going to do it sometime soon, enjoy building up to it slowly, savouring the anticipation of what's going to come. But there's something incredibly powerful about the quick, almost frantic times, when the urge is totally overwhelming I mean.' 'Yes, I know exactly what you mean Barbara. And that's certainly how it was during those first few weeks with Kim - whenever we met we literally couldn't keep our hands off each other.' 'So what happened once she was safe, I mean once the pill was effective?' 'We added fucking to our repertoire of activities.' 'Just that?' 'Essentially, yes. Actually, looking back at it now, it was all quite odd really. The first few times were special of course, apart from anything else there was a sense of achievement involved for both of us, that we were finally able to do the thing we'd said so many, many times we really wished we could do. But I suppose in a way the fact that we had been so active meant that once that first rush had passed, sex itself became just an extension of the things we'd already been doing. And of course as it wasn't possible to have full sex every time we met, there were many times when we simply continued to do the things we'd done for each other during those first few weeks. I think we both found those times even more exciting - I know I did.' 'It sounds as though you'd become almost addicted to having it done to you, being masturbated?' 'In a funny sort of a way that's probably true. But then she was very good at it. And there were just as many times when we were having sex, fucking I mean, when I got a sneaking feeling that she didn't enjoy that as much as she did when I was licking her. Part of it was the fact that neither of us was actually in love with the other - oh don't get me wrong, we were quite emotionally involved, but neither of us ever said the word 'love'. The relationship was on a completely different plane to the one I'd had with Sheila - far more physical, to be honest, it was almost purely physical.' 'Like the one between you and I?' Without even thinking I answered - 'No!' - immediately. 'That's a completely different thing Barbara.' 'Is it, how?' I saw the trap I'd set up for myself. Obviously I couldn't say it was different because I actually did love Barbara. I couldn't do that, for one thing because it was her mother, Helen that I loved - for another, because in that sense of the word, it wasn't true. But if I admitted that at least as far as I was concerned, it was a purely physical relationship, I could risk undoing all the good Helen and I had thought we'd done for Barbara. As I struggled to find some words that fitted between those two positions I saw a smile creep slowly over Barbara's face. 'Damned if you do - and damned if you don't. Is that what you're thinking?' she asked quietly. 'Not really.' I lied. 'Oh come on Roger, I'm not quite as fragile as you and Mum seem to think I am. What happened with Mike didn't do me any good - but I don't suppose there are that many people that would have enjoyed what he did, or at least not the way he went about it. But that doesn't mean I'm back where I was before you came along and helped me out of the mess I'd got myself in to before. I'm not in love with you - and I don't imagine for one minute that you are with me. We're both very strongly attracted to each other, physically - and love what we can do with and for each other when the opportunity arises. But that doesn't mean we are 'in love', does it.' I breathed a quite audible sigh of relief and felt the tension flowing out of my tensed muscles. It was as though a weight had suddenly been removed - a weight I hadn't realised I'd been carrying. Barbara saw the effects her words had on me. 'Is that what you've been worrying about?' 'Sort of.' I admitted. 'And Mum too?' 'I'm not quite sure about that - but maybe at the back of her mind. If you go back to the very beginning, even before we actually met I mean, that first day in the park. Helen said you'd been talking about this man you saw some days, how attractive he was, she said you got quite excited when you spoke about me.' 'That's true, I did. I told you, I thought you were extremely attractive - I still do.' she added with a meaningful smile. 'I think - and as I said, I'm not really sure about this but I think Helen's always kept that at the back of her mind, thinks there's a degree of competition between you for me.' 'So why did she persuade you to help me, physically I mean? That doesn't make sense.' 'I know it seems odd, it took me a while to accept it. I think she thinks that encouraging the physical side of things might prove enough - doing that will stop the underlying need from getting too strong, turning into something else, obsession or something like that. As I said, we've never talked about it in this way - so I'm guessing really.' 'And you thought that too?' 'In a way, yes I suppose I did.' 'Neither of you gave me too much credit for being able to sort out my own problems did you.' 'I was happy enough to go along with Helen, she'd been through what had happened before, I hadn't.' 'Yes I suppose that's fair, it had been difficult for her, there must have been times when she was at her wits end about me.' 'And added to all that, from my purely selfish point of view - having both of you - well what man would turn that down?' I saw the smile return to her face. 'O.K. - so you're both not guilty, just muddled. I must have a heart to heart talk with Mum about it all when she gets home.' 'I think that's a good idea, it'll probably resolve a few things for her Barbara.' 'So - how about some fresh coffee, or would you rather have a drink? Then let's get back to where we were.' We agreed on a drink and while Barbara gathered up the dirty coffee cups and took them out to the kitchen I fixed one for each of us, unable to resist looking up as she walked across the room, watching the sensuous sway of her hips beneath the light house-coat she was wearing and what delights were still to come. Chapter 54 Meeting Julia 'So, how long were you and Kim, involved with each other?' Barbara asked when we had re-settled ourselves. 'Sorry, what did you say?' I asked as the sound of her voice penetrated my thoughts. When she'd curled up on the settee previously her house-coat had effectively covered her, now it didn't. I'd been trying to work out whether it was just my over-active imagination or that while she'd been out in the kitchen she'd undone a couple of buttons at both top and bottom. Deciding that as I could now see a very tempting amount of cleavage and a fair slice of one thigh, it must be the latter. 'I asked how long were you and Kim, involved with each other.' she replied with a half smile as my eyes shifted back up to her face. 'Oh, the rest of our time at university - on and off a bit towards the end. We'd got used to each other, could usually rely on each other when other things didn't work out.' 'Other conquests you mean?' 'Yes.' 'So she experimented with other men too.' 'From time to time she did - though I think they were purely spur of the moment things, I don't think she developed a really strong emotional attachment to anyone.' 'And you weren't jealous when she did that?' 'No, as I said, we weren't in love - and anyway remember that I was meeting other girls too.' 'Tell me about them.' 'Oh there's not much to tell really. A few spectacular sessions here and there, more usually a less than satisfying grope or two followed by a knock back and an ache in the groin.' She laughed. 'That sounds like the average young man's experience.' 'If it hadn't been for having Kim in the background it would have been a very average story Barbara. I've never professed to having been a real stud.' 'Well you've more than made up for that in recent months, haven't you.' 'That's another reason why it's been such an unbelievable time. If I'd had a more varied sex life previously I might have taken some of what's happened a little more calmly - but it's all been so totally unexpected.' 'I know how you're feeling Roger. Now, tell me about Julia, where and how did you meet her?' she asked, shifting herself to a more comfortable position and, in the process giving me a brief but still tempting glimpse of even more bare flesh. 'Ah Julia, I guessed you'd want to hear about her. That was after I'd left university, when I'd started work. She was actually my boss for a short while, before she left the company to start up in business on her own. In fact I had a fair bit to do with her deciding to do that, encouraging her to give it a go I mean.' 'She was your boss?' 'Yes, it wasn't exactly a reversal of the boss and his secretary thing - but not too far off that.' 'How did it start?' 'Oh I don't think there was a particular moment or event that I could say was the actual start. I can tell you when we first had sex - but I'm pretty sure the attraction, chemistry, whatever you like to call it, had actually started quite some time before that, even if we weren't conscious of it at the time. You'd understand the relationships that develop in a work place - it doesn't matter whether it's a factory, an office, a big store - whatever sort of organisation it is, if you put a large enough number of people together in one place, some of them will end up having affairs of one sort or another. I joined the company after I'd been out of university for a couple of years - Kim and I had split up virtually the day we both graduated and in the year or two between I'd met a few girls, been to bed with a couple, was rather like most guys at that time - forever talking about sex - but getting very little. It was a good job, good pay to start with and good prospects for promotion, so I knuckled down and started making my way up the ladder, slowly at first of course - but getting a start. Julia was three years older than me and managed a small group of the company's consultants, a sort of sales force for the company really, they took care of negotiations with companies and government departments we did business with. Even though she was relatively young it was obvious that she was very good at her job and that the senior managers all held her in very high regard, so when I was given an opportunity to work in her section, I grabbed it. I knew she had a reputation for being a demanding boss, worked her people hard but that didn't worry me, I thought I'd learn a lot from her - and I did, in more areas than I'd expected. Initially my job was the preparation of reports, compiling them mainly from those that the individual consultants wrote, it doesn't sound very interesting but to be able to do them well instead of just reading what they'd written I made a point of meeting each of the consultants, talking to them, getting the background to what they had been doing. Of course by doing that I quickly got a very good idea of the overall business, was able to link things together and it wasn't long before I was attaching suggestions to my formal reports, ideas as to how extra business might be achieved by combining what some of the consultants were doing separately. The first time I did that I was frankly a bit nervous about it, wondered how Julia would react, whether she'd tell me to mind my own business. But she made no comment at all, I didn't even know if she'd read it. And I was a bit disappointed about that. Still I continued doing it, if not for hers, then at least for my own satisfaction. As you can imagine, she was a very good looking and always immaculately groomed woman when she was young - she still is of course - but although she was a tough, demanding boss, there was still a - I'm not sure what the right word is, a vulnerability, about her that's just not there any more. So apart from enjoying the actual work I was doing, there was also the pleasure of working closely with a physically attractive woman. It must have been about three months after I'd started working for her, in the course of preparing one of the reports I'd spotted what I thought was a quite significant business opportunity and as usual had attached one of my notes to the report itself, wondering whether or not this time Julia would actually say something. That evening, as I was about to leave work, she called me in to her office and unlike her usual practice, closed the door. Her overall attitude was so cold, so formal that I felt sure I was about to get chewed out for something and in her usual way, she didn't beat around the bush, came straight to the point, asking me why I kept attaching little notes to the reports - when I hadn't been asked to do that. Those Days of...Ch. 51-55 I said that whilst she hadn't told me to do it, she hadn't told me not to either - that in talking with the consultants, so I could better understand the contents of their individual reports, I had found what I thought were areas where we could get extra business for the company if, rather than letting each one work on their own, we got them to join forces, combine their efforts. Then went on to expand on the latest example I'd seen. It was the fact that I answered her as directly as she had questioned me that made the difference, if I'd been hesitant or indecisive in my answer I'd probably have heard no more about it - but as I finished what I had to say I saw a smile breaking through the stiff expression she'd shown me until then. She asked me what next steps I thought the company might take and I began to expand on the thoughts I'd already had about that and although she knew far more about the practicalities of the business than I did at that time, pretty soon we were throwing a whole range of ideas backwards and forwards between each other. We must have done that for half an hour or so when she suddenly stopped, checked her watch and asked me if I had time for a drink. I had all the time in the world, the flat I shared with another guy was just somewhere to eat and sleep at that time, there was nobody there waiting for me - and apart from that, as it was an opportunity too good to refuse, so of course I said yes. There was a pub on the corner that quite a few of the staff used as somewhere to relax at the end of the day and I assumed that was where she meant, so I was surprised when instead of heading out the front door she led the way down to the car park. When I asked why we weren't going to the pub she said she never discussed business when there were other employees around, there was somewhere quieter we could go to and she'd drop me off somewhere convenient afterwards.' 'Aha, the 'let's check him out' process.' Barbara said. 'What do you mean by that?' 'Obviously she wanted to see what you were like underneath, get you relaxed over a couple of drinks and then see whether or not you're still a suitable candidate.' 'Something like that I suppose. Anyway, although we spent the next couple of hours talking purely business and Julia kept up her business-like facade, I still couldn't help getting the feeling that underneath the formal exterior there was something else at work. It was something I saw every now and then in her eyes, the way they looked at me, I couldn't put my finger on it and at that stage I certainly wasn't jumping in quickly - I didn't want to wreck my career when it was getting off to such a promising start. But as I said, there was a sort of tension in he air between us, as though some hidden chemistry was just starting to work. She did as she said she would, when we'd exhausted our ideas she dropped me off at the nearest station and sped off to wherever she was going, leaving me to face the prospect of a cold flat, a scrappy meal and a lonely bed. It was like that for the next few weeks, we were working frantically during the day, cranking up some of the ideas we'd come up with, lots of meetings to explain them to the various consultants and then, slowly, seeing a few early results coming in. Through all that difficult time I continued to sense the atmosphere I had that first evening, a vague tension between Julia and I, again nothing specific, she didn't say anything - I just sensed it - and felt it was getting stronger as the days slipped by. Then we got a big breakthrough, the major business opportunity I'd spotted, the one that led to the drinks together came good. It was a really big contract, even bigger than I'd estimated and when the consultants rang through in the middle of the afternoon to say we'd got the job the little group of us in the office stood around cheering Julia and slapping each other on the back. She called all the other consultants in to the office and when they'd arrived told everyone the good news - and to my surprise, and satisfaction, said that it had resulted from an original idea of mine, which got me a few cheers and slaps of my own - and finished by saying she was buying drinks, we should shut the office for the rest of the day and all head down to the pub. As you'd expect, some of them got really stuck in and within a couple of hours there were two or three that I could see would need to be taken home in a cab. I'd had a few drinks too of course but maybe because I was so excited about seeing the actual result of my idea, I felt completely sober - so I suggested to Julia it was time to call a halt and organise transport for those that looked as though they needed it. She agreed, asked me to get some cabs ordered and turned and told everyone it was time to be getting home - then turned back to me and quietly asked if I'd like to have a bite to eat with her, if I didn't have to go home straight away. I still didn't think the offer meant anything more than an extra 'thank you' for what I'd done - and for that reason alone was more than happy to accept, then went out to organise some cabs. It took about half an hour to get everyone away but when the last had gone she suggested we have one more ourselves, while we decided where to eat and we took the glasses over to a corner table and sat down to relax for a while. We chatted about the staff's reactions to the good news for a while and she complimented me on the way I'd handled myself, said she'd noticed how little I'd been drinking, how I'd kept an eye on those that were getting a bit too much and then, almost without me noticing, began to ask me more about myself - where I lived, what my other interests were, what I did with my spare time, stuff like that. So by the time we decided to head off to eat, our conversation was on a completely different level and she was beginning to tell me something of her own life-style. The one thing I had noticed was that she never mentioned anyone else, whether it was a show she'd seen, or something else she'd done, she always talked about 'I', not 'we' - and I began to suspect that there might not be a man in her life and then wonder whether she too had been aware of the odd feelings I had sensed developing between us. Then she suddenly asked me if I liked Italian food and when I said I did she said she knew a great little place but we should get there before it got too crowded and so just a few minutes later we left. It turned out to be nearly a half an hour's drive to the restaurant and at the time I couldn't understand why we had to go so far for a meal - that only became clear later. Anyway, when we eventually got there I found, as she had said, it was a nice little place and that she was obviously fairly well known, the waiter greeted her by name and fussed over us as he showed us to one of the better tables. Julia ordered drinks, started telling me what were the best things on the menu and as she did that I could see she seemed to become somehow more animated, even less formal with me, her eyes starting to actually show signs of their normally hidden sparkle - and when the food and wine arrived and we ate, drank and talked I found her reactions to me becoming steadily warmer and more personal. As she'd promised, it was a good meal and even if I hadn't been eating it in the company of an attractive female I would have enjoyed it so by the time we had finished and were quietly relaxing with a cigarette as we alternately sipped strong espresso coffee and the remains of the bottle of wine, I was feeling happily sated. Julia hadn't said much for the previous few minutes but I had noticed her looking at me more intently, as though gradually coming to a decision about something - but I was still taken completely by surprise when she finally asked in a low, intimate voice, if I thought I could separate my attitudes to her to her as my boss, from any feelings I might have for her as a woman. It was such a completely unexpected question that without even allowing for the look of stunned surprise, my stumbling answer that I felt sure I could, had to sound completely genuine. And when she then said that if that was true I might like to go up to her flat with her, 'for a night-cap', I thought all my Christmases had come at once. Her flat turned out to be just around the corner, a couple of minutes walk away and I realised then why we'd driven all that way, she must have been pretty sure of what she'd want - and what my answer would be. As we left the restaurant and I took hold of her hand she looked up at me, smiled and said - 'Whatever happens between now and when we meet in the office tomorrow morning, is absolutely nothing to do with the people that work there - O.K.?' I smiled back, squeezed her hand and answered - 'Understood and agreed.' I don't think we ever did get that night-cap, we were far too busy with each other's bodies to be concerned about a drink. Her flat was on one of the upper floors of the building and we were no sooner in the lift than we were in each other's arms, her fingers digging deep into my bottom as I fumbled beneath her jacket for a feel of her breasts, our tongues twisting and probing as our mouths crushed hard together. I was still busily trying to get both the buttons on her blouse undone and the jacket off when the lift came to a halt and then, when I resumed my attack as soon as we'd got inside her flat, she giggled, stopped me and said that before we got any further, she needed to go to the bath-room - adding that she thought I'd probably want to too. Just mentioning it made me realise how full my bladder had actually got and as any man in that position would know only too well, the mere act of trying to ignore the growing pressure only served to make the need to take a piss all the more urgent and as a result of that the relatively short time Julia spent in there seemed to drag on and on forever - but at last she came out and with a quick, wry grin I dashed in. Then I struck another problem that men will understand - our activity in the lift had naturally given me an erection and when I unzipped my fly and pulled out my cock I found it was still virtually erect - and of course I had to wait impatiently for it to subside sufficiently for the flow to be able to start. While I was waiting I used the time to get most of my gear off and when I'd finished pissing and came out again I found the flat in apparent darkness then, as my eyes adjusted, saw a beam cutting across one end of the hall-way and headed for it. When I went into the dimly lit bed-room I saw that Julia hadn't wasted any time either, that she was already half undressed, down to just bra and panties - and, held up by a lacy, black suspender belt - stockings.' 'Aha, the favourite fetish again.' Barbara interjected. 'Yes that's right - and I'd never known. Skirt lengths were longer at that time so the flashes of thigh that are fairly commonplace today were virtually unseen then. When I asked her, later, she said she rarely wore panty-hose because she found she got too hot and sticky in them. I made a crack to the effect that just knowing that she had stockings on beneath her skirt would be guaranteed to get me hot and sticky. She liked the idea of that - and from time to time from then on, when she was in the mood herself that is, she'd give me a quick flash of thigh and then ask how I was feeling. It rarely failed to get me going. Anyway, back to that first evening. As she turned to look at me I dropped my clothes beside me on the floor and pulled off my underpants, feeling my cock rising as just the sight of her standing there beside the bed quickly turned me on again. I moved across and stood behind her, putting my arms around her, pulling her back against myself and while one hand cupped and squeezed her breasts, the other slid over the flat warmth of her stomach and then slowly down across her belly. She sighed and pressed herself backwards, wiggling her bottom against the growing hardness of my cock. I didn't think either of us was in the mood for long drawn out foreplay right then, so I shifted my weight back a little and pulled her panties down over her hips steadying her as she stepped out of them. And though I think she expected me to take off her other things too I didn't bother, instead I whispered that she should kneel up on the edge of the bed, running my hand down over the tight curve of her bottom as she did as I asked, slipping between its cheeks and following the line of the crevice on down to where my fingers found her pussy, as hot and wet as I'd expected it to be. Shifting forwards again I held on to her with one hand and used the other to guide my almost fully engorged cock up between her pussy-lips and then, with one firm thrust, pushed it deep up inside her. She gave a small moan of pleasure as she felt it entering her and when I paused for a moment, to give her body time to adjust to me, she grunted and as I felt her trying to push herself backwards on to it I knew I'd been right in thinking that her need was urgent. So, taking a firm grip of her hips I thrust deeper, opening her up, the slick depths of her pussy stimulating my cock and feeling it pulse and throb as still more blood surged up into it, lengthening and hardening it even more. 'Oh God Julia, that's marvellous!' I exclaimed, thrilling at the tightness of the channel and then feeling it gradually expanding to accommodate the increasing size of me as I shoved myself even deeper. She could only make muffled groans in reply but I could tell from the way her body was flexing that the pleasures she was getting were certainly no less than mine. With a final thrust I got it all the way home, pulling her back on to me as my thighs jammed hard up against the backs of hers, hearing her grunt as I held on to her tightly and jerked my hips, forcing myself even deeper, my cock-head probing the very heart of her. Buried as deeply as that I could afford to release my hold of her and bending forwards I unfastened her bra, slipping the straps down off her shoulders and then reaching beneath, for a feel of her breasts. As my fingers closed around the full, heavy globes and then lightly pinched their already stiffened nipples I felt her shudder and when, at the same time as I began to thrust more determinedly in and out of her pussy, I fondled and squeezed them more firmly, I heard her moaning intensify as the dual pleasure centres sent even stronger signals to her already over-loaded brain. Sensing she was already very close to coming I steadily increased the speed and power of my thrusts and, all too quickly for my liking, I felt her body beginning to spasm and as I gripped her breasts even tighter and slammed myself harder and deeper still, the spasming intensified and her wailing scream of delighted satisfaction told me her climax was carrying her high over the top. I could have continued fucking her in that position until my own orgasm ripped through me - but just then, from some deep recess inside my head, came a thought - a thought of how marvellous it would be to feel the silky warmth of her still stockinged legs wrapped around me - and the thought of experiencing those sensations was far too strong to resist. Though I felt her slippery and still contracting pussy trying desperately to hold on to me, I eased my cock back out of it, then flipped her over and pushed her further back up on to the bed. As she lay there gasping for air I spread her thighs wide apart and buried my face between them, hearing her give a muffled shriek of surprised excitement when I swirled my tongue around inside and then began sucking the acridly-sweet juices from her - and then her deeper moans of resurging pleasure as I transferred my attention to the hard, swollen ridge of her sensitive clitoris above. Spending just long enough to be sure she was fully re-aroused I then reached up for a pillow and slipping one hand beneath her bottom, lifted her enough so I could push it beneath her hips, elevating her pussy - then got up on my knees and re-positioned myself between her legs. She opened her eyes and looked up at me and I could see they were dark and clouded from the fire that was still fiercely burning inside her body Giving me a twisted smile, she managed to say. 'If I'd ever dreamed you were this good a lover I'd have asked you over here weeks ago Roger.' 'And if I'd known about the stockings I might have raped you in the stationery room.' I answered as I guided my enflamed cock back between her pussy-lips then shifted my position until I was poised above her, taking my weight on my arms and then said - 'Now lift your legs up Julia - then lock them around behind me.' As I slid back down into her she did just that and as well as the incredible sensations her tightening pussy radiated through me, I felt the additional shivers of delight caused by the feel of the sheer nylon against my skin. In that position, with her bottom lifted by the pillow beneath it, I could get even deeper than I had been able to when entering her from behind and I knew that the friction caused by each stroke of my cock grazing her clit would intensify the thrills Julia was getting - of course in addition to what I was doing for her, she could use her legs to pull me down however hard she might need. So it's not too surprising that quite soon after I began to steadily piston in and out of her I felt her thighs grip me tighter, saw the muscles across her stomach start to flex and then, as her legs urged me down even faster, again heard the familiar, grunting sounds she made as her responses grew in reaction to her approaching climax. 'Faster Roger, faster - deeper - harder!' she shouted as she heaved herself up at me, thrusting her pussy hard up the length of my plunging cock. 'Oh Christ - is it as good for you too lover?' I was in no condition to answer her just then because I'd suddenly felt my own climax finally starting, an explosive, unstoppable surge racing up through me as the semen that had been accumulating in my achingly swollen balls reached boiling point - and my own sounds of elation mingled with hers as it began jetting up through me. We must have had every ounce of our combined strength behind that critical thrust - and as my balls slammed hard up against her, I felt the first seething gout blast from my tortured cock, and squirting deep into her convulsing pussy. 'Christ! Yes! More, more - come Roger - come! Don't stop now! Give me more, more - give me everything you've got!' she screamed and even if for some perverted reason I had wanted to, there was no way I could have stopped. And as her powerful legs pulled me vigorously down into her again and again, my cock pumped load after thick, sticky load into her. That first time was such an intensely torrid encounter that we both lay exactly where we were, each gasping for breath as we waited for our over-heated and exhausted bodies to recover from the sublime punishment they'd taken - and then, as we relaxed a little, still locked tightly together, we fell asleep.' 'I'm not really surprised, unlike now, you must have been totally exhausted by then.' Barbara said quietly, the sound of her voice bringing me back to reality - and her somewhat odd comment giving me a reason to notice where she was staring. In spite of the massive climax she had given me not long before, recalling and recounting the events had begun to re-arouse me and I saw that the red bulb of my cock-head was poking out from between the two halves of my short bath-robe. 'How about a short break from story-telling? Just to relieve the pressure a bit.' It was a tempting offer - but although there was a low ache in my balls, my need wasn't too urgent and I knew that the longer I could hold on, the more I'd have to give her when the time came.