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Those Days of...Ch. 56-60

By: TonyDowse





Those Days of...Ch. 56-60



'Arse fucking! Cock fucking arse!'

'Like Mum, love it, like Mum.'

'Oh shit! Aaagh - yeesss!'

As she reached that final point of her crescendo she pushed herself down as hard as she could on to my cock, then, arching herself backwards, let her flickering fingers finish the job for her.

Her entire body vibrated like a plucked bow-string, as the climax rippled through it the tremors funnelled down through her very core and, as Barbara sat there quivering, savouring the unusual sensations that continued to flow through her, the echoes of those powerful vibrations were transmitted to my still hardened cock - and to my absolute astonishment, I suddenly felt myself starting to come again.

It was no mind-blowing climax, more like a sneeze that sneaks up on you unexpectedly. But the suddenness of it magnified its otherwise limited intensity and as I bucked upwards in response to it, I broke the reverie Barbara had been enjoying and she looked down at me, an expression of utter disbelief on her face.

'Again? Already?'

'Mmm. Aargh!' Was the best I could manage in reply as the first shot pumped up through me.

When she realised what was happening she immediately began to move herself up and down again, giving my cock just that extra little bit of friction it needed and giving me the stimulus to find the strength to tap what little there was left in my balls - which the next three or four, smaller spasms completely drained out of them.

I was drifting, somewhere between exhaustion and sleep but was vaguely conscious of Barbara finally moving off me, then again the feel of the damp cloth cleaning me up and, a little later of her pulling the covers up over us as she slid into bed beside me. I stirred enough to slip an arm around her and pull her closer, then the soft moistness of her lips on mine brought me back to reality.

'That was wonderful!' she sighed. 'After watching you doing it to Mum, that time in the kitchen, I've been wanting to ask you to do it that way. In fact I've hardly been able to think of anything else. I didn't know if I'd be able to take you as easily as she seemed to - but I had to try it - and I'm glad I did.

Is it better for you that way Roger?'

'I don't know about it actually being better, it's certainly different, tighter of course. Which is why I was able to come a second time - even though it was only a little one.'

'After the way you came such a short time before I couldn't believe it when I felt your cock getting hard again. Then to feel that you were just about to come, that was amazing! At first I thought you were faking it, you know, trying to make me feel good. But then I realised it was really happening - that made me feel terrific, knowing I could get you so aroused that soon after the other one. And the thought that your jism was going to shoot up into my arse - wow!'

'I wouldn't expect that to happen too often though. You have to remember I've been wound up most of the evening - recalling all those memories for you got me started - and having you there displaying various bits of yourself from time to time didn't lessen the pressure any either.'

'Oh, so you noticed that did you? I got the impression that you were so deep in what you were remembering that nothing I did was making any difference.' she said archly - then giggled softly when I answered.

'Far from it. There were quite a few times when my friend down there was being quite insistent about me stopping, giving him a chance to do something about what you were doing to him. And then to cap it all, that outfit you wore - that was mind-blowing! For a moment or two I thought I was going to come while I just stood there looking at you.'

'I'm glad you liked it - I thought you would. And I'm glad you took no notice of our friend's earlier demands - and I bet he is now too - if winding you up for a while is all it takes to get performances like those two you've just given, I'll have to start thinking of ways to do the same tomorrow.'

'At the moment I don't feel as though I'll be capable of coming again for another week, so don't get your hopes up too high.'

'Oh, I'm sure a good night's sleep and a decent breakfast will work wonders - we'll have to wait and see won't we.'

Chapter 57

Dreaming of Greta

Understandably, after such a mutually exhausting session we then simply clung together and fell into a deep, totally satisfied sleep. But because the bed was so much smaller than the one I was used to sleeping in I woke a couple of times during the night. The first time I was really confused as to where I was and why I was so cramped for space - but Barbara's familiar curves quickly reminded me and though she mumbled in her sleep when I snuggled closer to her, she didn't wake.

The second time was after another of my disturbing dreams, obviously brought on by the vividness of the memories I had dredged up during my talk to Barbara.

Strangely enough it wasn't dominated by any of the five main women in my life - Sheila, Kim, Julia, Barbara or Helen, the woman in it was Greta, that Scandinavian blonde from my school-days. Well at least it was a child-woman that looked like her, which I suppose was the way my mind classified Greta after the experience I'd had with her in my teens.

She'd been in the class a year ahead of us and was probably the one girl that I and just about every guy I knew, would have given their right arm for a session with. She had that typical Scandinavian look, long, straight very blonde hair, enormous, pale blue eyes and high cheek-bones. But although her face was gorgeous it was her figure that made every guy's head turn - big, high-set breasts, a small waist, tightly rounded bottom and very long, beautifully shaped legs.

She had also been the one girl that nobody I knew had ever really got anywhere with, so it had been doubly remarkable when she came on to me that night at someone's birthday party.

The car that had been the key to my youthful experience - when she offered me her breasts to suck on, wanted me to lick out her pussy, then, in return had tossed me off - again played a central part, in my dream.

I was alone in the car, I've no idea where I was driving, the road was high up on a cliff, running parallel to the sea below, following the shore-line around small bays and inlets, then running straight for miles at a time. It was summer, at least it was pleasantly hot but as I had all the windows in the car open, the refreshingly salty tang of the sea-air blew all around me.

I felt horny, just that vaguely sexy feeling you get sometimes, nothing urgent or demanding, just a nice, somehow reassuring sense of being a sexual person.

Then way up ahead in the distance I saw a figure standing beside the road - being a dream there was no question in my mind as to why or how someone would be there, in the middle of nowhere - then as I got closer I realised it was a girl. In my dream I didn't make the connection with Greta, that realisation only came later, after I had woken up. In my dream it was just a girl - but what a girl!

She was wearing a light summer dress, which the wind off the sea was whipping around her, flattening it against her body, then whirling the skirt up around her waist. Even from a distance I could see the absolutely stunning shape of her and as I drew closer I saw even more - I saw that the dress was all she had on, beneath it was just her fabulous, naked body.

Obviously I pulled off the road beside her and when I had stopped she bent down and smiled at me through the open window, a smile that said far more than any words could have done and which implied that it was in fact me that she had been waiting for. As she paused there for a moment or two I had a chance to briefly look down the neck-line of her dress, down into the deep valley created by her simply magnificent breasts. Then, finally dragging my eyes up from that provocative sight, I saw that she too was looking wide-eyed at something and that as she stared she was moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue.

Looking down at myself I understood her reaction - I was stark naked - and, poking up from between my legs was the most enormous erection I'd ever seen.

She got in and as she settled herself in the seat beside me and I began to move the car forward, she turned and smiled again, then reached one hand across and curled her long slim fingers around the throbbing shaft of my cock and gently squeezed it.

The road immediately ahead of us began to wind down through some rocky outcrops, leading down to and then around a large bay and for a while I had to concentrate on the road. But even so, out of the corner of my eye I could see that while she was continuing to gently squeeze my cock she was using her other hand to slowly undo all the buttons down the front of her dress and that the wind was catching the material and blowing it right back off her body. I risked a longer, sideways look and saw her breasts properly for the first time - and immediately felt my palms beginning to sweat.

They were even bigger and firmer than I'd imagined and I found myself wondering how they would actually feel when I had them in my hands, feeling their weight, fondling their warm softness. At the very centre of each were circles of a pale shade of pink, their nipples stiffening as the wind blew over her - and just the thought of closing my lips around them, nibbling them, sucking them, made my mouth go suddenly dry.

The excitement of seeing her amazing breasts and the thoughts they stirred up had made me forget what her hand had been doing, that is until it swept apart the two unfastened sides of her dress, exposing the rest of herself. And although I was reluctant to tear my eyes away from her full, upswept curves, when I caught sight of her pubic hair it was so unusual it immediately grabbed my full attention.

Instead of having tightly curled pubic hair, hers was dead straight - straight and just as blonde as the hair on her head - and like that it was also neatly parted in the centre, leaving the hooded ridge of her clitoris quite exposed.

I watched as she started to stroke the hair, gently smoothing it down with delicate strokes - strokes just as delicate as those she then began to use on me, lightly running her finger-tips up and down the entire length of my shaft, sending tremors of sheer delight up through the rest of my body. As she felt my cock responding to her touch, felt it throbbing even more strongly than before, she closed her eyes, slipped a little lower in her seat and began to arouse herself by lightly caressing the quickly reddening bud, occasionally letting her finger-tips slip around and between the moistly darkening pussy-lips below.

As I drove down the hill leading to the sea shore, in between staring at the girl and what she was doing to herself, I had been snatching quick glances at the road ahead and when we came around the final bend I saw that we were approaching a long, flat stretch following the curve of the bay and that the road then climbed even more steeply back up out of it. So I had a little time in which to safely watch her more closely and noticed that although she hadn't actually touched them, her breasts had become swollen, her nipples too, turning to jutting, dark red spikes - and that as her fingers stroked around and slid in and out of her sweet little pussy, they began to glisten in the sunlight as they became more heavily coated with her juices. Then, as she became progressively more stimulated by what she was doing to herself and she began to make deep, contented sighs of pleasure, that the long, blonde strands of hair on either side of her pussy were getting wetter, becoming both matted and shinier.

But whilst she was taking good care of herself, I hadn't been forgotten, her other hand had continued its steady stroking and caressing of my cock, sometimes skimming lightly up and down, every now and then tightening its grip for a few short strokes, making sure the pressure inside me continued to rise in time with her own gradually increasing arousal.

Just then we came to the end of the bay and as we began the long, steep climb up out of it I dropped the car down a gear. It was as though she was connected to the engine, as its power slowly increased for the upward climb, so did the actions of her hands, not only the one plunging deeper into her pussy but also the one taking care of me, its grip tightening, the strokes having a more purposeful feel about them.

As we climbed higher up the hill, so the pressure rose inside me, my cock reared vertically, its head, then a bulging purple bulb, smeared with the pre-cum that had begun to seep out of it.

The crest of the hill came into view and as the engine began to labour I dropped it down another gear and again as the engine's revs speeded up, her hands did too, one flashing in and out of her pussy, the other stroking up and down my cock even faster. But though she got me to the point where I felt certain that the very next stroke would be the one that would trigger my relief, it didn't happen - and although I felt myself thrusting upwards, trying to get myself off, I seemed locked at that point, just a fraction away from coming, for some reason unable to actually get there.

But it was obvious that she didn't have the same problem, as we burst over the top of the hill I glanced sideways and saw her body arching up off the seat, her neck and face flushed a deep crimson, three fingers delving deep inside herself and her entire body shuddering, gripped by the sheer force of her climax.

I woke, my heart racing as fast as the car's engine had been, damp with perspiration, disoriented, the dream still incredibly vivid - and aware that my cock was erect and throbbing painfully.

Then, when I felt Barbara stirring beside me I realised where I was and lay there for a while, letting the force of the dream subside, the powerful images fade. But although that happened quite quickly and though, unlike in the dream, I wasn't gripped by an over-powering need, my erection didn't go away. I turned on my side so I could go back to sleep again, wondering if the dream would return and, if it did, if I'd climax, have a wet dream.

Barbara had her back to me and though she didn't wake, as she felt me shifting around she snuggled closer, her bottom wriggling against the hardness of my cock. That made me wonder if some continuing stimulation of it might prompt a return of the dream - but even if it didn't, the thought of falling asleep with it tucked inside the warmth of her pussy seemed too good to miss. It was easier than I'd thought, as I guided my cock-head between her thighs she murmured and subconsciously eased them apart for me - and a moment or two later, with just a slight nudge, I had the tip inside and then as I shifted myself closer to her, the rest of it slipped home.

She squirmed back against me, again murmuring something as the hard length slid up inside her then, as we both settled ourselves into comfortable positions, she sighed happily and a little later, with our bodies intimately joined together, I joined her in sleep.

The dream didn't return and I doubt we stayed locked together for too long - but around seven o'clock I was woken, that time by Barbara's insistent re-arousal, her hands and mouth doing for me exactly what the girl in my dream had done earlier. But with a far more gratifying conclusion! Once she had me fully erect Barbara swung herself up on top and soon took both of us to delightfully satisfying climaxes, after which, having got the day off to the best of all possible starts, we stayed on in bed, cuddling and drifting back into a light sleep for a while.

Later, as we were having some breakfast I commented on her early morning horniness.

'I woke up like that, my pussy was really, really itchy - maybe I'd been touching myself in my sleep.'

When I suggested that perhaps something else had she asked me what I meant and, without going into the details of the dream, I explained what had happened, how I'd woken with a hard-on and had thought it would be nice to pop it somewhere warm and welcoming. She grinned, said what a good idea it had been - and added.

'He's a welcome visitor any time you like Roger. Now, what are we going to do with the day, in between fucking I mean?'

Chapter 58

Saturday Frolics

We decided to leave all the usual chores until the Sunday morning, so the place would be clean and fresh for Helen's return that evening. Barbara still had a few details to complete on the plans for the house, which she wanted to finish before her meeting with Steve but decided to do those after we had done the chores. That way we had all day, the evening and that night together, with only ourselves - and each other, to please.

'So, having decided what we are not going to today - is there anything you particularly fancy doing?' I asked.

She was thoughtful for a while, then looked up at me questioningly, apparently thought better of what she had been going to say, thought a little more and then obviously decided to say what had first been on her mind.

'You remember what I said last night, when you were telling me about what went on between you and the girl you met at university, what was her name again?'

'Kim?'

'That's right, Kim. You said she'd get you off whenever you looked as though you really needed it, regardless of where you were.'

'True.'

'I said how much I liked the idea of that, that I could imagine doing that to you myself, that as you were talking I could almost feel your cock in my hand, feel it pumping. I told you I've always liked doing that for you, how it gives me a sense of power, being able to excite you that much, then the sense of being in control of when and how much pleasure you get. It's exciting.'

'Let me assure you that it's even more exciting being on the receiving end Barbara.'

She grinned and then continued. 'Then I asked if you and Mum had ever done anything like that and you said you had, though you didn't go into any details.' she added in a disappointed tone.

'I think right then you were more interested in the other things I was telling you.'

'Maybe. Anyway, some time today I want to do that. I don't know when or where we'll be - but I'll give you that to look forward to.

As to what we could do with the day - how about this. I have to go to the shops, I need something to wear for the meeting with Steve tomorrow, I can't wear the outfit I did last time and as I don't want to waste our time together making something myself, I'll need to buy something, there are a couple of shops that usually have the kind of thing that suits me. It won't take long, promise. Then we could go for a bit of a drive somewhere, get some fresh air. But tonight I'd like us to go out for dinner, somewhere nice, make it a bit special.

Could we do that?'

'Of course we could - but I thought you wanted to go to the exhibition.'

'What exhibition?'

'The interior design exhibition that Steve mentioned.'

'Oh blast - in the excitement of us being together, I'd forgotten all about that. You might find it boring - but he did say he thought it was important I go - would you mind very much if we did, just for a while, then maybe go for a short drive somewhere?'

'Of course not - if I thought I'd be bored I wouldn't have mentioned it, would I?'

'I'll be really quick in the shops - and we'll zip round the exhibition. I don't want you to feel our day together has been wasted, I'll make it up to you later - I promise.'

I couldn't help chuckling at her suddenly youthful anxiousness to please me and assured her I didn't feel that the day would be at all wasted, adding. 'We don't have to have sex every hour on the hour Barbara, I enjoy being with you - out of, as well as in bed.'




Those Days of...Ch. 56-60



'That's nice to know Roger.' Grinning as she added. 'But in bed is better isn't it.'

Now that we had things to do we quickly cleared away our breakfast things and began to get ourselves ready to go out. While Barbara had her shower I rang Helen, to let her know she wasn't forgotten. Even if they'd been listening her first question would have sounded innocent enough to her parents - but I understood its real meaning.

'So, how did you sleep darling?'

'Like a top.'

'Missing me?'

'Of course - we're both looking forward to you coming home tomorrow.'

'That's good. How is Barbara? Have you found time to have a talk to her?'

'Yes darling, we had a good long talk last night and most of your worries are unfounded, she's really a very sensible lady, probably got more sense than we give her credit for. I'm sure there isn't a problem.'

'Oh good! I knew she'd talk to you about it. How was everything else?'

I guessed from her tone that at least one of her parents was in the room with her, making it difficult for her to say what she really wanted to ask and as I didn't want to get involved in a blow by blow description of what Barbara and I had been up to together I answered the question equally evasively.

'Fine, as always, just fine.'

'So, what are your plans for today?' she asked, quickly changing the subject.'

I gave her a brief run-down on our schedule and we chatted on for a few more minutes before hanging up so I could start to get myself showered and dressed - and then, within an hour Barbara and I were heading off, first to find her something to wear for her meeting with Steve.

Barbara directed me to a nearby shopping-centre then having found somewhere to park we joined the crowd of Saturday shoppers. The shop we went to already had about a dozen customers, none of them any older than Barbara and as I stood waiting while she looked through the racks of clothes there was a steady stream of young women going in and out of the changing rooms as they tried on various garments. I couldn't help noticing the casual, almost careless attitude that most of them seemed to have to drawing the curtains behind them and how difficult it became to avoid seeing various parts of semi-naked women either in the flesh or reflected in the full length mirrors on the walls of the changing rooms.

It was obvious that Barbara was well known to one particular assistant, a tall, slim girl with long, very dark brown hair and when they had found two or three different outfits for Barbara to try on she came over and spoke to me.

'Good morning. I'm sure Barbara won't be very long, it's always a pleasure serving her, she has a very good eye for what suits her.' then added. 'I'm sorry we don't have anywhere more comfortable for you to wait, it isn't often that our customers are accompanied by their boy - er, gentlemen.'

To ease her embarrassment I smiled and said that I was fine, glancing across at the changing rooms as I added that I was actually quite enjoying the view from where I was standing. She turned to look in the direction I had indicated, just in time to see what I had been looking at - a girl in the changing room at the far end was busily trying on a variety of tops and the skimpy bra she had on was stretched to its absolute limit by the size of her breasts.

She grinned back at me. 'Yes, it does become a bit of show in here at times. Perhaps we should sell tickets.' she added with a giggle.

'I'd certainly buy one, especially if I thought you were going to be trying things on yourself.' I said as I let my eyes drift down over her body, pleased to see that my comment had brought a slight tinge of colour to her cheeks - but it was the response and the suggestive look in her eye as she gave it that really intrigued me.

'Well there are times when I do of course, when business is quiet...'

Unfortunately she never got to say whatever she was going to add because just then we were interrupted by Barbara appearing out of one of the changing rooms.

'The top is wrong of course, I'll need to wear a blouse with it, something with lots of flounces down the front - but other than that, what do you think Roger?'

I liked and from the knowing look they gave each other as they saw my response, it obviously showed on my face. The jacket was something like a blazer but nipped in tightly at the waist, accentuating her hour-glass figure. The skirt was a mass of tiny pleats, falling to just above her knees and, as she span around, I saw how they flared up and out, giving me a brief glimpse of the smooth curves of her thighs.

'A knock-out Barbara! Take it.'

'Yes, he's right Barbara, you look great in that and I think we have just the right blouse to go with it too. I'll just have to check if we have it in your size - most of our customers are quite a bit less well endowed than you are. Apart from the one in the end changing room.' she added cheekily, glancing back over her shoulder at me as she headed off to the stock-room.

'What did she mean by that?' Barbara asked, then grinned as I explained how I'd been spending my time while she had been trying on the various outfits - but judiciously omitting the flirtatious by-play that had passed between the assistant and myself.

'This might be a good place to do what I said I was going to for you sometime during the day.' she whispered sexily.

'True - but I think it'd be a bit hard to find a sufficiently discreet spot though.'

'Maybe it would turn some of the girls on, knowing what was going on I mean. I got the impression that Sheena fancies you - and I know from talks we've had before that she's an exhibitionist at heart. She'd probably get a kick out seeing me get you off while you watch her - and I'm sure some of the others would too.'

But again an interesting line of conversation was interrupted, that time by Sheena returning with several blouses for Barbara to choose from and again I was left alone for a time while she went to try them on - left with time to think about the suggestion Barbara had made - and thoughts of just how Sheena would react if she actually carried it out. Thoughts that naturally enough started that familiar heavy feeling deep inside me and which was soon followed by a growing pressure inside my pants as my cock automatically began to swell in response to them.

All too quickly Barbara made her selection and with only the memory of Sheena's unfinished invitation and the mischievous twinkle I'd seen in her eye as we turned to leave, Barbara and I were soon on our way to the exhibition Steve had mentioned to her. Initially, as we made our way through the heavy traffic she was very quiet, apparently deep in thought but after a while she turned to me, reached out one hand and rested it on my thigh as she said.

'I was right you know.'

'What about?'

'Sheena.'

'I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about.'

'Oh sorry, I've been miles away. Well, while we were sorting out which of the blouses I liked best, I told her what we'd been talking about. Well, I was right - she got really quite excited about it.'

'You did what?' I exclaimed.

'Told her what I'd suggested to you. You know, about me getting you off in the shop, while you watched her trying on various things. She really liked the idea. I told you she was an exhibitionist at heart.'

'You did that while you were buying a blouse?' I asked incredulously.

'Yes, why not?'

'I'll just never understand women Barbara. The stuff you talk about amongst yourselves is just amazing. Yet if a man made a suggestion like that to her she'd probably have him up for sexual harassment or something.'

She laughed. 'You're probably right. Though somehow I don't think she would if it was you suggesting it - as I said, I got the distinct impression she'd taken an immediate fancy to you.'

'How could you tell?'

'Oh, it's the way she looked at you, the way she held herself, almost preening herself for you. It's hard to put into words - but a woman can see these things much better than a man can you know.'

'Maybe we should go back again.' I suggested with a grin.

She gave my leg a hard squeeze. 'I think Mum and I are quite enough for you to handle, I don't think you need any more in your harem.'

'You said she just wanted to watch, I merely thought we'd be adding a little excitement to her day - and ours too of course.'

'One thing inevitably leads to another Roger. Just calm down a bit, there'll be plenty of excitement in your day before too long.'

'Is that a promise?'

'A definite promise.' she answered, slipping her hand higher up my leg and giving my still partially swollen cock a long, affectionate squeeze.

The exhibition was actually more interesting than I'd thought it would be and although there was a lot of rather way-out stuff there that didn't do very much for me there were many other displays I enjoyed. But Barbara seemed fascinated by everything and more than once I had wandered on to another of the exhibits before I realised I'd left her behind, still examining some detail or talking to the representative manning the stand. As it was around lunch-time there weren't too many other visitors and that plus the fact that she was probably the best looking woman many of the men had seen in a long time, meant she got their full attention. Barbara took full advantage of that and soon had quite a collection of brochures, business cards and I suspected, several invitations to a more detailed discussion of what was on offer.

Like most exhibitions, some companies had added a bit of glamour to their stand by providing hostesses, most of whom were there purely for the titillation of the male visitors. But on the stand of a company that manufactured or at least distributed decorating fabrics there was one woman that really caught my eye and when Barbara got into what looked as though it might become a lengthy conversation, I drifted slowly towards that stand taking the opportunity to check out my initial impression as I worked my way closer.

I put her age at around my own, maybe a year or two older but it was obvious from both her general appearance and her figure that she took very good care of herself, the smartly cut, dark blue business suit fitted her snugly and was neither designed to hide nor left any room for any excess weight. She was quite tall, not much shorter than myself I guessed and that was accentuated by the high-heeled shoes she wore - which had of course been one of the first things I'd noticed about her, those and the trim ankles and shapely calves above them. Her thick, dark auburn hair was cut short, framing her face and topping off the rest of a most attractive package.

Naturally she'd seen that I was moving in her direction and once or twice as I'd glanced up for another look at her our eyes had met and the second time that happened we exchanged brief, hesitant smiles. So when I walked across the aisle separating the other exhibits from hers it was quite natural for her to greet me.

'Good afternoon, I hope you're enjoying the exhibition sir.'

'Yes I am. It's a pity there aren't more visitors for you though.'

'Oh we expected the middle of the day to be fairly quiet, there were quite a few in during the morning and I expect there'll be another rush after people have had their lunch. Still it means you and your - er - the lady have a better chance of seeing what's here.'

'She's my - well I suppose step-daughter-to-be is about the best description.' I explained, suddenly realising that I'd never previously had to define the actual relationship between Barbara and myself. 'She's really the one that's interested, she's having thoughts about a possible career in interior design and an architect that's doing some work for us suggested she come along and have a look around.'

She introduced herself as Maureen, then asked which architect was doing the work I'd mentioned and it turned out she knew Steve's father, 'rather well' were the words she used but from the look in her pale hazel eyes as she said it I guessed 'intimately' might have been a better description.

'She's a very attractive young woman - and seems to have William in a bit of a spin.' she said with a smile as she looked over my shoulder and when I turned I saw Barbara, still several stands away, in earnest conversation with a young man.

'Yes she tends to have that effect on men - but then you'd know what most of us are like.'

Her left eye-brow arched seductively as she asked just what I meant by that and I was rewarded with a smile that brought a brilliant sparkle to her eyes when I answered.

'I simply meant that being an attractive woman yourself you'd be no stranger to men suddenly gathering around you.'

'Thank you - er?'

'Roger, I'm Roger and that's Barbara.'

'Thank you for the compliment Roger. And may I ask just what work Barbara's doing?'

'She's actually studying and working in fashion design. But her mother and I are in the process of buying a house and the architects have been very impressed with some suggestions she's put together, so much so that Charles' younger partner, Steve, suggested she might be quite successful if she took it up full-time. So I suppose we're here for two reasons, having a look around for other ideas for our house and giving Barbara a bit of an inside look into the business.'

'A very good idea, I'll be interested to talk to her, if she ever gets this far - once she leaves William she's still got Michael ahead of her and if I know him as well as I think I do she could be held up there for quite some time.'

'A lady-killer is he?'

'That's putting it mildly. Can Barbara take care of herself?'

I couldn't help myself chuckling at her question. 'No need to worry about that Maureen, no need at all.'

'Ah, I see. So, can I show you anything or would you just like to sit and chat while we wait for her to brave the wolves. I can offer you some coffee.'

I said that would be very nice and followed her through to a tiny area at the back of the stand that had been set up as somewhere where three or four people, presumably potential buyers, could sit and talk business. She told me to make myself comfortable while she made the coffee and as it was noticeably warmer in that confined space she slipped off her jacket, giving me the opportunity to get a better look at her as she bustled around. Her figure was every bit as good as I'd first thought, her breasts making very tempting bulges in her blouse and the tightly rounded curves of her bottom stretching her skirt just as invitingly.

But in spite of those very pleasant distractions the things that really caught my eye were her hands. For one thing they were very white - and obviously very soft and smooth too, with incredibly long, slim fingers tipped with perfectly shaped nails that were brightly varnished to the precise shade of her cherry-red lipstick. As she prepared the coffee I found myself almost hypnotised by their movements, unable to stifle the sneaking thought of how it would feel to have such beautiful hands wrapped around my cock.

Probably because it was such a small area and that much warmer than it was in the exhibition hall, I soon became aware of her perfume, a heady, sweetly spiced scent - and that and the closeness of her ripe body had a very predictable effect on me and I was soon conscious of my body responding and the re-arousal of the feelings I'd had earlier. By the time the coffee was ready and she sat down in a chair beside me I was very aware of the uncomfortable bulge my still stiffening cock was making.

At first she seemed unaware of my slight discomfort and having told me that Steve was not just Charles' junior partner but also his son, she began to talk about the interior design business and how she had first got into it when her marriage had broken up. I told her I was in the process of going through a divorce myself - and that the house I'd mentioned was for Barbara's mother and I to set up home in.

'That's why I said she was my step-daughter-to-be.' I explained.

'Straight from one relationship to another. Not giving yourself time to, well, how shall I put it, play the field a bit Roger?'

'Well Helen, Barbara's mother was really the trigger for the divorce - I might not have got around to it if I hadn't met her.'

'Ah I see, I understand. And Helen, she's not here today?'

'Visiting her parents, in the country, for the week-end.'

'So you're - er, baby-sitting?' she said with a wicked gleam in her eye.

'Not exactly Maureen.' I answered with a grin.

'She'd be a handful - in more ways than one.' she continued. On the surface a harmless enough remark - but coupled with the knowing look she gave me it was enough to make me think she had somehow managed to spot the complex relationship between Barbara, Helen and myself - and I felt my cheeks colouring as her eyes held mine with their steady, questioning gaze.

'I imagine so.' I answered weakly, and was relieved when she then said.

'I can just imagine Charles' reaction when he met her.'

'She certainly took the wind out of his sails. At first he couldn't keep his eyes off her.'

'Yes, I know that look very well - he loves cradle-snatching.'

'Then when we got down to the work she'd done and he saw how good it was he didn't seem to know quite how to deal with her. Actually he left everything to Steve - and I'm sure she's had a similar affect on him too, he's already made a date with her - ostensibly to do some more work on the plans of course.'

'Of course. He's a nice looking boy, Steve - though he's a bit young for me, I prefer more mature men. I find they have more to offer - in bed I mean. Less impetuous, more attentive to a woman's needs than young men tend to be.

Do you find that with younger women Roger?'

Again I felt the colour rising to my face at the directness of her question and found I had to clear my throat before replying that my experience was really too limited to give her a reasonable answer. But Maureen wasn't going to let me out of the verbal maze she'd led me into quite as easily as that because she immediately responded.

'Ah, do I take that to mean you also prefer more mature partners then?'

'I've never really had to think about it like that - but I suppose under normal circumstances that would be true.'

The combination of her nearness, perfume and loaded conversation was beginning to make my head spin - but just then, to my relief, we heard Barbara's voice calling out.

'Hello! Anybody home?'

Maureen gave me another of those wicked smiles as we got up. 'Sounds as though she survived the wolves.' Then gently pushed me back down into the chair as she added. 'Stay there Roger, I'm sure Barbara could use a coffee too.' Then she slipped out to the front of the stand and for a few minutes I could only hear the sound of their muffled voices, at least giving me time in which I hoped I could sort out some of the whirling thoughts that Maureen had sparked - but my head was still full of images, my nostrils with the scent of her perfume and my pants with my hardened cock when she brought Barbara back with her.

'Here he is, safe and sound.' Maureen said cheerfully as she poured a coffee for Barbara.

'Even if a bit hot under the collar.' Barbara replied, apparently recognising the signs of my discomfort.

'Well it is a bit warm in here, there's not much ventilation.'

'It looks more like over-heated circulation to me Maureen.'

'You could be right I suppose. Though it can't be anything I've done - we've only sat here chatting while we waited for you.'

'But then you don't know Roger. He tends to get steamed-up rather quickly - and he's had a rather stimulating morning.'

'Really! You must tell me the details - but first I want to hear about this house design you're working on, see if there's anything I can help you with. Let me just top-up Roger's coffee then you can tell me all about it.' As she turned and bent to re-fill my cup her fingers lightly touched my hand, her eyes dropped momentarily, taking a quick glance down at my crotch, where she must have seen the bulge in my trousers before looking up into mine and giving me a smile and a slow wink, before turning to say to Barbara. 'Then perhaps we'll see if there's anything else we can do for him.'




Those Days of...Ch. 56-60



Then again I was left alone as they went back out on to the front of the stand together. I found it hard to believe the morning's events, first Sheena, now Maureen - in the space of just a couple of hours I'd had two, blatant propositions. Rather than just sit there helplessly I got up and put my ear to the partitioning and found that by following them as they moved around on the other side I could hear most of what they said.

At first it was mainly about the general details of the house, the plans we had for it and then what kind of fabrics we would be using in various parts of it and it certainly sounded as though the advice Maureen was giving would be very helpful. After a while they began to talk more personally and as they spoke more softly and occasionally laughed and giggled about something their words became more indistinct - but from the scraps I did hear it was obvious that Maureen began by asking Barbara about her reactions to Charles and Steve. Then, a few minutes later I caught the sound of my name and pressed my ear closer to the partition so I could hear that part more clearly - and was amazed to hear Barbara giving Maureen a quick run down on what had happened at the dress shop, not leaving out either her interpretation of Sheena's reaction to me or the idea that she'd had, about getting me off while Sheena exhibited herself.

I heard Maureen say. 'I thought, well, he mentioned his relationship with your mother?' Then Barbara's reply.

'Yes, well Mum and I have this, I suppose you'd call it, a sort of arrangement.'

'How convenient for you both. But, that idea of yours, doing it for him, although it certainly sounds exciting, it would be a bit of a waste - I mean, it's getting difficult to find a good, hard cock these days Barbara.'

'Oh Roger's is very reliable.'

'How nice for you - and your mother, you're very lucky to have found him.'

'Yes we were actually - but that's rather a long story and we'd better not leave Roger stewing in there on his own all afternoon. We must get together some other time, so we can swap experiences.'

'That could be fun Barbara - but not as much fun as it sounds as though you have with Roger. Is he always so responsive?'

'Yes I'm glad to say he is - but then in addition to the bit of fun we had at the shop, it's obvious you made quite an impression yourself. You must have noticed the interesting bulge in the front of his trousers.'

'It was a bit hard to miss, or should I say, too hard to miss. Maureen answered with a quiet chuckle. 'Even before you told me all this, I was getting rather tempted about trying something on with him - but of course I didn't know how you'd react to coming in and finding me doing that.'

'I may not be as interested in it as Sheena apparently is but I can get a kick out of just watching.'

'I'm a bit the same Barbara - sometimes it can be even more exciting, more memorable, if you know what I mean.'

'A handy memory, to fall back on, another time, when you're on your own.'

'Exactly!'

'So, shall we?'

'Yes let's.'

Almost unable to believe what I was hearing, I quickly sat down again and when they reappeared they found me as they'd left me, nursing a half-empty cup.

'He still looks a bit over-heated Maureen.' Barbara said, taking the cup from my hand.

'Yes he certainly does.' Maureen replied as she moved around behind me.

'Is it just the usual problem Roger - or are you feeling sick?' Barbara asked as she squatted down in front of me, casually resting her hands on my knees. Then having taken a quick look down at my crotch she grinned up at Maureen and said. 'I think it's only what we suspected, nothing more serious.'

'That's good - so we'll be able to help him.'

'If he wants us to. Do you Roger? Do you want us to let off some of the pressure you seem to have built up?'

Her smile and the expression on her face were almost compassionate but there was a positively cheeky look in her eyes as she slid her hands up along the tops of my thighs and as there was really no need for me to answer I just nodded dumbly.

'Well, help me get these off, then you can just settle back and let Maureen and I supply the remedy.' she said as she began to undo my belt and zip and as I lifted myself up so she could pull my trousers and briefs down I glanced around behind me and saw Maureen undoing the buttons down the front of her blouse, then slipping off both it and her bra. Her breasts were almost as big as Barbara's - not as firm of course - but with much larger, very dark red nipples and aureoles, which I found very tempting.

Maureen gave me a brief smile when she saw the look in my eyes, then hers focussed on what Barbara was doing and I saw them widen appreciably as my almost fully erect cock was finally released.

'Ah yes, I see why you and your mother are prepared to share, it is rather magnificent isn't it.'

'And Roger uses it particularly well too.'

'That's even more important of course - I'm really quite envious. Perhaps... - but no, of course not, quite unfair.'

'What?'

'Oh nothing really Barbara. I was just letting my imagination run away a bit - you know, about borrowing him some time.'

'I doubt Mum would be too keen about that Maureen.'

'Of course, of course - just a fleeting thought. But this will do quite nicely.' she added as she moved closer, to stand beside me - and, as she reached down with her hand, bringing one breast within reach of my mouth.

I shivered when I felt her fingers brush over the tip of the swollen head and then responded more strongly when they started to flutter around it and the upper half of the shaft. Her delicate touch was as soft and as light as a butterfly's wings and although they flittered up, down and over the entire surface, again and again they seemed to hover around the rim at the base of the still swelling head, flickering around and in and out of the sensitive groove below it.

It felt as though her fingers were connected to some kind of power source, their tips transmitting tiny electric shocks each time they made momentary contact with my skin and I felt sure that if we had been in the dark I would have been able to see tiny blue sparks running over the surface of the still engorging mass.

Even through the haze of pleasure she quickly produced I was conscious of the warm silkiness of her breast brushing against my cheek each time she moved slightly and turning my head I slipped my lips over the stiffened tip, teasing the almost leathery nipple with my tongue as I sucked in as much of her creamy flesh as I could get into my mouth.

Barbara had stayed squatting in front of me and as she saw how strongly I was responding to Maureen's touch she pushed my legs apart, moved forward between them, then slipped one hand underneath me, lifting me fractionally higher off the chair and then used her other to begin gently fondling my rapidly swelling balls.

I closed my eyes and drifted deeper into the pleasure-filled haze the combination of sensations produced - briefly recalling and comparing what I was feeling with the intense pleasure I had experienced in the dream I'd had that morning - but secure in the knowledge that this time I wouldn't be left hanging on the brink, certain that unlike that girl, Maureen and Barbara wouldn't be satisfied until they had taken me to a complete orgasm.

In spite of the growing intensity of feelings they were creating for me, as time went by I heard Maureen's gasps of her own pleasure getting deeper and louder, it sounded as though she was getting quite a bit more out of what was happening than I'd expected her to. Then faintly, as though from very far off I heard Barbara say something to her and then, as the hand that had been beneath me was pulled out, I felt each of them shift their position a little, moving slightly closer to each other. I opened my eyes just in time to see the hand pushing up Maureen's skirt, then slipping up underneath it, working its way high up between her legs and although I couldn't actually see what was going on it was obvious from Maureen's immediate response what Barbara's fingers were up to.

As Maureen reacted to that more direct stimulation of her pussy she closed her long fingers right around my cock and began to stroke it more purposefully. The slick film of pre-cum that covered them acting as a lubricant, making her soft skin feel like silk, triggering even stronger responses from deep inside me - and when Barbara saw my excited reactions she added to them by pushing one of my legs further aside, then lowering her head and beginning to lick and suck each of my balls in turn.

I heard my groans of pleasure blending with Maureen's as we both got steadily nearer to our separate peaks and as Barbara's busy fingers took her closer, Maureen's hand gripped me a little tighter, its stroke increasing in speed. The combined effect of what they were doing to me soon had me straining upwards as my body sought relief from the almost unbearable pressure inside it and I felt my cock distending even more as the semen in my overloaded balls churned and seethed. 

Maureen was an undoubted expert when it came to a hand-job and having worked me up so efficiently, adjusting the speed of her strokes and the tightness of her grip to maximise my pleasure, during those final, critical seconds she also seemed able to judge the timing of my climax to the split-second.

'He's almost there!' I heard her gasp as she felt my cock suddenly become even more rigidly swollen.

'I'm ready for it.' Barbara replied after taking both my achingly swollen balls in her mouth at once and swirling her tongue around them before letting them slip from between her lips.

As I still had my mouth full of Maureen's succulent breast I could only look down out of the corner of my eye to see why Barbara had stopped and saw that she was staring intently at the glossy, purple mass of my cock-head - obviously waiting for it to erupt.

She didn't have long to wait - as Maureen felt the first surge rising up through me she paused, her fingers slipping tantalisingly up the length of my quivering shaft and on over the tautly swollen head, then, gauging the moment precisely, as my hips thrust upwards I heard myself give a muffled grunt at the effects of the sudden release of pressure as she closed her fingers tightly around it and jerked them down the full, throbbing length - forcing that first jet from me even more powerfully.

Barbara watched it erupt, letting the thick, creamy stuff splatter right across her face - then as Maureen's hand continued to pump more of it out, she plunged her lips down over the head, adding to the thrilling sensations I was experiencing and the explosive force of my climax by sucking it as hard as she could. The combination of Maureen's talented fingers and Barbara's eager mouth generated sensations of incredible intensity and in response I thrust my cock-head deeper into Barbara's vacuuming throat, pumping load after load of hot, sticky semen into her.

I didn't know whether it was from the feel of my cock discharging or the result of what Barbara was doing for her but right then I heard Maureen's excited whimpering turn to a series of deeper, moaning sighs and as I felt her body shuddering her hand gripped the shaft of my still spouting cock even harder as she also began to climax.

Barbara must have had to work over-time, one hand keeping pace with Maureen's needs, the other and her mouth helping to drain me - and if Maureen got only half as much pleasure and satisfaction as I did, she was still doing fine.

Chapter 59

Dinner for Two

Later, after we had calmed down, tidied ourselves up again and had said good-bye to Maureen, Barbara and I headed for the car and the drive back home. She sat beside me, grinning like a cat that had swallowed the cream - which she quite literally had done of course.

'I told you I would.' she suddenly said.

'Would what?'

'Oh come on, you remember - this morning, before we left home. I said how much I liked the idea of doing that to you, how I love being able to excite you that much, that it gives me a sense of, power - well I did - that is, between us Maureen and I did.'

'You certainly did.' I answered, chuckling at her enthusiastic reaction to what had happened, adding. 'And I think you may just have made Maureen's day for her too.'

'That was just a spur of the moment thing, she was obviously impressed by your cock, then I could see how worked-up she'd got from handling it and felt it was only fair to help her out.'

'She's certainly handled a few in her time.'

'It looked as though you were enjoying it - not to mention the meal you were making of her tit - I don't think I've seen you get so big quite as quickly as that before.'

'I don't know about that - but there's no doubt about the fact that she's an expert with her hands.'

'Maybe I should get her to give me a few lessons.'

'I wouldn't worry Barbara, you do just fine already - but the two of you together make a great team.' Then a thought struck me and I added. 'Maybe you should join forces with her another time, with Steve and his father for instance, something she said makes me think that she and Charles have already had a bit of a fling together.'

'Really! What did she say?'

'I can't remember exactly - and its not so much what she actually said. I was talking about why we were there at the exhibition, about the house and the architects' reaction to the ideas you've had, I mentioned Steve's name and she said she knew him - and his father, it was the expression on her face, something in her voice when she mentioned Charles's name.'

'That's not a bad idea Roger - apart from being fun I mean - if I'm going to be thinking about a career change the contacts could prove to be useful.'

'I thought the casting couch approach to business was a thing of the past.'

'Don't you believe it. I could tell you about things that go on right now in the fashion business, some of them would curl your hair.'

'Over dinner?'

'What?'

'How about telling me a few of those stories later, perhaps over dinner?'

She laughed. 'You never get tired of hearing about sex do you?'

'Nope.'

'O.K. - just a couple, the juicier ones.'

'I'll keep you to that.'

'I bet you will.'

Having got back home and made ourselves some late lunch I decided to have a bit of a nap, so I'd be fresh for the evening and left Barbara to sort out what she was going to wear, wash her hair and all the other thousand and one things a woman suddenly finds have to be done before she can properly enjoy going out.

As I lay there I couldn't help recalling the morning's events. The excited flush and the look of definite interest that I'd seen in Sheena's eyes when I'd said I'd enjoy watching her in one of the changing rooms - and the way I'd felt later, when Barbara told me what her reaction had been to the idea of Barbara getting me off as we watched her. The way Maureen had come on to me - other than Barbara herself, I couldn't remember any other woman who was so sexually assertive - but given the exciting events that had resulted I certainly wasn't complaining. Her hands - and what she did with them were quite phenomenal, both the sensations and the climax she'd produced had been fantastic, even without Barbara finally sucking me off so powerfully it would have been one to remember. I found myself wondering if there'd be a chance, perhaps sometime during the work on the house, to get her to do it again, more leisurely, so I could appreciate and enjoy it even more.

I must have drifted off into a dreamless sleep at that point because the next thing I knew I was being woken by Barbara, bringing me a cup of tea.

'Excuse the unglamorous look.' she said, apparently apologising for fact that she was wearing no make-up and still had her hair wrapped up in a towel.

'Beauty is more than skin deep.' I answered as I sat up. 'It's what you do, not what you look like, that really gets to a man - and when it comes to actions you're in a class of your own Barbara.'

'Thank you for the compliment - but I don't know about being the only one that believes in actions rather than words, from what you were telling me last night you've already met a few girls and women like that - and that's quite apart from both Mum and Maureen.'

'Ah but then I've only told you about the successes, not the failures. Anyway, what sort of food do you fancy tonight?'

'I don't mind Roger - but what I'd really like is to go somewhere where they have music, so I can have a chance of dancing with you, that's not something we've ever done together.'

I immediately thought of the place Helen and I had gone to - and remembered how the need for each other had got so strong that we'd had to cut our meal short - and decided Helen wouldn't be too thrilled to find out I'd taken Barbara there too.

'How about the place you went to with Luke, or would that bring back too many bad memories?' I asked.

'That was pretty expensive Roger - but there'd be no problems for me, I'm sure I've got all that business out of my system now.'

'Hang the expense, this is special, apart from anything else it's my thanks for all the work you've already done on the house.'

'O.K., that would be perfect then. I wonder if that perving waiter is still working there, the one Luke bawled out for staring down the front of my dress.' She added with a giggle. 'Anyway, you enjoy your tea, then you can watch a bit of TV while I finish what I have to do.'

'I'll phone the restaurant first, see if we can make a reservation, what was the name?'

'Valentino's.' she answered before heading back to the bath-room.

Having made the booking I did as she'd suggested and watched some TV - but my mind was too crowded with memories of what had already happened that day and thoughts of what was still to come that evening to be more than merely vaguely aware of what I was seeing.

Some time later Barbara called out that she was finished, that I could shower whenever I wanted to and it occurred to me I'd better find out what she was wearing, so I could dress appropriately.

'What I guess you'd call a little black dress Roger, with something similar to what I previewed for you last night underneath it.' she replied from her bed-room.

The picture of her standing in the hall-way immediately returned - and my heart began to race a little faster at just the thought of how she'd looked as she stood there waiting for me - and I knew that no matter what else she wore that's the way I'd be seeing her - and anticipated what effect that would have on me as the evening went by. But somehow managing to control the catch in my voice I answered. 'In that case I'd better wear a suit.'

'That would be nice, I always like you in that very dark blue one, you look very much the successful businessman in that.'

'O.K. - dark blue it is.' I answered as I closed the door behind me and began to get myself ready.

Barbara was still in her room when I'd finished dressing so I went through to the lounge-room, poured us a couple of drinks and resumed my half-hearted watch of the TV. But she didn't keep me waiting too much longer and when I heard her coming and caught sight of her as I got up to fetch her drink, she quite took my breath away.

It never ceased to amaze me how a woman could transform herself. You could see them all day long, in various stages of dress or undress, in all sorts of outfits, know every single part of their body intimately - yet, given that special occasion and a couple of hours, any one of them could change themself into an almost perfect stranger. Which is exactly what Barbara had done.

Her hair was totally different, swept back and then piled up on top of her head, completely changing the shape of her face. She'd altered her make-up to suit that change, making her eyes appear even larger than they naturally were, a different shade of lipstick making her lips fuller, her mouth larger. And though I'd felt sure that nothing she put on over the top of them could stop me from imagining the sexy underthings I'd seen the night before, I'd been wrong - the 'little black dress' she'd mentioned was itself incredibly sexy and somehow managed to give the impression she was totally naked beneath it.




Those Days of...Ch. 56-60



It was made of several layers of some very fine material, some of which clung to her body even as others swirled around her when she moved. Other than the tiny, shoe-string straps that held it up, her shoulders were bare, as were the upper curves and the deep cleavage between her magnificent breasts. The full skirt ended just above her knees and as I glanced up and down I did recall the stockings, the self-supporting stockings that went with the outfit - and the thrills I'd received from them when her legs had been locked tightly around me.

In short - she looked absolutely stunning - and when I was finally able to drag my eyes back up to meet hers and found she was softly smiling at me, I told her so.

'I'm glad your face is so expressive - just seeing your reaction is enough, you really don't have to say anything, it's all written there. But it's still nice to hear it anyway, so thank you, I'm glad you approve.

You look just right too Roger. That suit makes you look very distinguished, a man any girl would be proud to be seen with, especially this girl.

And what's even more exciting for me, having seen that initial expression on your face, is being able to imagine what might be going on underneath it as a result of how your body's reacting.'

'Much the way you imagine it is Barbara.' I admitted with a tight smile as I handed her the glass, then, as we had the whole evening before us I changed the subject by saying. 'As it's Saturday I expect the cabs will be busy, so I'll ring for one now, while we have a drink.'

'Good idea Roger.' she answered, glancing down at my crotch, then giving me a knowing grin as she added. 'Don't want things to get out of hand too quickly, do we.'

Having rung for the cab and been told there would be a delay of around twenty minutes, when I went back into the lounge-room I made sure we continued to stay off the subject by asking whether she had got any other ideas for the house from what she'd seen at the exhibition - and that kept us safely chatting until the cab came and then during most of the drive to the restaurant.

It was certainly a nice place and as we were welcomed as warmly as if we were regular patrons and then shown to a good table in one of a series of alcoves along one side of the restaurant, I felt the evening had got off to a very good start - at the same time feeling that with Barbara looking as beautiful and as sexy as she did it was bound to get even better as time passed.

'Is he here?' I asked after we'd settled ourselves and been given the menu.

'You mean the perving waiter?'

'Yes.'

'I haven't noticed him - I'll let you know if I do. But I have spotted someone else.'

'Who?'

'A buyer for one of the big stores - with a girl young enough to be her daughter - and I happen to know that she doesn't have one.'

'Interesting! And that reminds me that you were going to tell me about some of the goings on in the business.'

'So I was - but let's order first though.'

The menu was so comprehensive it took us a while to choose but we were in no rush and our waiter quickly saw that and paced his service accordingly. When he'd taken our order and brought us the pre-dinner drinks I lit a cigarette and leaned towards Barbara.

'I've had a good look around the place and there's absolutely no doubt about it - you're definitely the most gorgeous looking woman here. And from the looks you're getting from various quarters, I'm not the only one who thinks so.'

She smiled back a me and replied. 'I don't really care about what anyone else thinks - I'm happy knowing you think that. And so far as I'm concerned you're the most attractive man here - and you're allowed to stare at me as much as you like.'

'Have I been staring?'

She giggled as she answered. 'Just a bit - but don't stop.'

What she'd said made me realise that in fact I hadn't been able to keep my eyes from unconsciously drifting back to the way the dress showed off her breasts and I felt a flush of embarrassment creep up over my face. 'I said you didn't have to stop - and you certainly don't have to be embarrassed about it Roger.' she whispered as she saw my reaction. 'You know how much I love seeing you appreciating me, getting turned-on by just looking at me. Stare as much as you like. If it were that woman over there doing it, that would be another matter altogether - but she's only got eyes for the girl she's with.'

'The buyer you mean?'

'Mmm. I bet the girl is either one of her staff, or even more likely, from one of the fashion houses.'

'Mixing business with pleasure you mean?'

'Probably - it's common enough.'

'That sounds like the perfect way to open what you were going to tell me.'

'O.K. I remember what you said, when you told me how you and Julia got started, about the relationships that develop between people working together, how some of them will always end up having affairs. Well there's that of course - and then there are the business deals that need sort of, well, helping along a bit. That girl for instance, with the buyer, it's quite possible she's part of a deal between a fashion house and the buyer. The fashion house gets a big order, the girl will get her commission and the buyer gets her in bed for a night or two. That sort of helping along.'

'Is there much of that?'

'Probably more than we imagine - in all sorts of industries, not just the one I know. For instance, if you're right about Maureen and Charles having had a bit of a fling together, even if it progressed normally afterwards, I wouldn't mind betting it began during some kind of business deal.'

'True, I can imagine that, especially with Maureen being as highly sexed as she appears to be, she probably wouldn't think twice about using it in that way.'

'Right - and there are plenty of people around who are exactly the same. Then there are those who get manipulated into situations by other people - there was a young saleswoman at the place I work that happened to.'

'You mean she had to go to bed with someone just to keep her job?'

'Not exactly, she was virtually raped by a buyer, in return for an order - the buyer had been told by the boss that she came with the deal, which she didn't know anything about of course.'

'What happened?'

'She left, went to another company and I eventually lost track of her.'

'I mean what happened to her at the time?'

'Oh of course, you want to hear the details, silly of me.' she replied with a grin. 'Well, the boss keeps up his own contact with our biggest customers, when we have someone new joining the sales staff he'll sometimes take them along with him, both exposing them to the industry and so that he has someone to look after the details. The girl, I can't remember her name now, had only been with us a few weeks when he took along to a meeting with one of our inter-state customers and apparently the whole time they were there the buyer just couldn't take his eyes off her.

The boss wouldn't miss a thing like that of course and on the way back to the office said to the girl that he was impressed with the way she'd handled herself during the meeting and that he thought she'd be able to manage the final part of the sale herself. She got quite excited about the idea of that, especially as she was new to the job. Then the boss said that particular buyer always liked to conclude a deal over dinner and asked if she'd have any objections to that. Naturally she said she didn't.

So, a week or so later the boss told her that the buyer was back in town and wanted to discuss the details of the deal, it was her chance to make her first big sale. Well, to cut a sordid story short, the dinner itself wasn't too bad, though he insisted on telling her a string of dirty jokes, making very suggestive comments and leering at her the whole time. And every time she tried to bring the conversation around to business he'd cut her off - 'Later darling. We'll see about all that later.' - was his stock answer.

She became a bit suspicious when, after they'd finished eating he got up and they headed for the lifts and even more so when she then asked where he was taking her and got a very odd sort of look as he replied that they were going up to his room of course - to complete the business.

Once inside his room he was all over her and when she tried to hold him off he started to turn rather nasty - and not only that but that was when she found out her boss had told him that she came with the deal. She felt completely trapped, he was a big man and if she felt that if she resisted he might get even more nasty, perhaps violent. Obviously she wouldn't get the order and maybe she'd lose her job. So she gave in, let him fuck her - making sure he signed the order first of course. She said it was horrible, he mauled her and had no thought of anything but his own satisfaction - but luckily once he got around to actually fucking her he was quite quick and that part was all over in just a couple of minutes.'

'What happened when she went back to work?'

'I understand she was very calm, gave the boss the order, quietly told him never to put her in that kind of position again and walked out.'

'Of the job?'

'No, his office - she couldn't afford to leave on the spot. She waited a few months, worked hard, got to know people in the business and then quit, right at the start of the busiest time of year, joining one of his competitors - and taking one of his big customers with her.'

'So justice was done.' I said, just as the waiter appeared with our first course and we sat quietly while he served us and poured the wine I'd selected. But once he'd left us to get on with our food I leaned forward again and asked if Barbara had ever had any trouble with the boss trying anything on with her himself.

'Only once, not long after he hired me, it was a few months after Luke's death and if I hadn't been as depressed as I was at that time I might have let him get away with it. But I was in such a state about sex that I told him I'd cut his balls off, then I'd report him to the police.

I thought he'd fire me - but funnily enough standing up to him like that seemed to make all the difference to the way he treated me and there's never been any problem since.

But there are some people who are no more than whores, they virtually sell themselves. I heard a story about a guy like that, used to go from company to company, telling them he'd get their product into particular stores, for a fee of course.'

'How did he do that?'

'By virtually selling himself, as I said, just like a prostitute. He'd get to know a female buyer, charm the socks - I should say pants, off her and then after he'd got her emotionally involved with him, he'd tell her he'd heard of a really good job, implying that if he got it he'd be able to think about settling down - with her of course. But then, when he'd got her all excited about that he'd say that he'd found out there were a number of really high-powered people after the same position - and he felt that if he had a guaranteed sale to offer them, from the company she worked for of course, it would improve his chances. You can guess the rest.'

'I can understand him getting away with something like that once or twice - but surely the word got around?'

'Who was going to say anything? The companies that made the sales certainly wouldn't say anything. The women? They were holding down senior positions, they wouldn't want to admit they'd been conned would they? So, he got away with it often enough to make it worthwhile - and left a trail of embittered women behind him.

Now, if you don't want me to become embittered too, how about dancing with me - apart from anything else I think that's about the only way I'm going to be able to get a feel of you.'

I'd been vaguely aware of a growing pressure inside, a different pressure to the one caused by the constantly arousing picture made by the combination of the sight of the full swell of her breasts and the almost equally powerful memory of how she'd looked the previous evening, in the skimpy underwear and stockings I knew she had on beneath the dress - and realised that I needed a piss.

'I'd love to - but first you'll have to excuse me for a few minutes, I need to go to the toilet.'

'O.K. but don't be long - there are a couple of other men ogling me almost as much as you've been, if you're gone for too long I might get a few alternative offers.'

'If I were you I'd ask to check the merchandise, before you accept any offers.' I responded as I left the table and headed for a corner of the restaurant where, from the intermittent flow of people I'd seen coming and going every now and then, I presumed the toilets were.

There were two doors, one had signs saying 'Toilets' and 'Women', the other was blank but I naturally presumed it was for 'Men', but when I went through it I found myself in a narrow, dimly lit corridor. Thinking the toilet was somewhere further along it I went ahead and then through the only other door I could see, at the far end - and found myself outside the building, in what appeared to be a small, walled-in court-yard that was obviously used as a dumping ground for empty cartons, boxes, bottles and all sorts of rubbish.

There was no other door to try so I returned down the corridor and went back into the restaurant and as by then my eyes had become adjusted to the dim lighting in that corner, I noticed there was something on the floor near the second door, when I picked it up and turned it over I saw the word 'Men'. So, hoping the sign had somehow become dislodged, I opened that door and looked tentatively inside, finding another, much shorter, more brightly lit corridor and to my relief saw there were two more signs indicating the separate toilets.

Having relieved myself and given the sign to one of the waiters to re-fix to the door I returned to Barbara just as the small combo began to play another set and remembering what she'd said about wanting to dance with me I didn't bother to sit down again but instead led her straight out on to the small, quickly filling dance floor.

'You didn't get any better offers then.' I said as I took her in my arms and we eased our way into a space between the other slowly moving dancers.

'If you'd been gone just a bit longer I might have.' she answered as she smiled up at me and pressed herself close. 'You'd been blocking the view of a rather interesting looking guy sitting right behind you, when you left and he got the chance to have a proper look at me - well, I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head. So much so that the woman he's with turned around to see what he was staring at. I gave her a very sweet smile and his attention quickly returned to where it was supposed to be.' she added.

Looking down at her of course meant I could see straight down into the deep valley between her breasts and the combination of that view and the feel of her supple curves in my arms almost immediately had their usual effect on me and as we moved to the rhythm of the music I pulled her a little closer.

'I'm in no position to blame any man for looking.' I whispered - and as the scent of her perfume filled my nostrils and I felt her thigh press lightly against mine I slipped my hand down her back, down over the curve of her bottom and giving it a gentle squeeze, I added. 'Or for reacting to you the way I do Barbara.'

'They can look - but only you can touch Roger, well tonight anyway.

While you were gone I couldn't get the picture of how you looked this morning out of my head. How your cock reacted to Maureen's touch - it got really huge you know - how it looked as that first lot exploded and then how it felt in my mouth when the rest of it came.'

Reminding me of the sensations I'd experienced only added fuel to the fire that had been burning brightly inside me for some time and as she pushed herself even closer and slipped one leg between mine I felt her thigh press against the still rising hardness.

'Aah yes!' she whispered as she swayed slightly, letting her thigh brush across it. 'That's what I like to feel.'

'Me too!' I answered as I shifted my right hand lower, feeling her grinding herself even harder against me as I began to fondle the firm swell of her bottom. The dancers were crowded so close together there was little chance that anyone would see what was happening when, a minute or so later she guided my other hand down to her waist and having pressed it around the curve of her hip she then slipped hers between us, down between her thigh and ridge made by my then almost fully erect cock.

'Oh that feels even better.' she whispered. 'It's almost as big as it was this morning already, I can imagine what it looks like.

I can't believe how hot I'm feeling Roger.' she whispered a couple of minutes later, her fingers squeezing my cock even more insistently. 'I wish there was something we could do about it, I mean right now - don't you?'

I couldn't argue with her, the scent of her perfume, the feel of her in my arms, the view down between her breasts, the thought of how she'd looked the previous evening in the scanty black underwear and what her fingers had been up to had not only brought my cock up to full size but was making it throb, almost painfully. The thought of being able to have her right there and then was almost overpowering - and for some strange reason I suddenly remembered the door I had mistakenly taken when I'd earlier gone for a piss.

'Come with me.' I muttered hoarsely, taking her hand, leading her between the other couples and heading for the doors in the far corner.

Taking the unmarked one I retraced my earlier steps, along the corridor and out into the back-yard, closed the door again and before she had time to see the mess piled all around us, pulled her almost roughly into my arms and clamped my lips to hers. She responded instantly, her tongue swirling around mine as she ground herself against me even more passionately than she'd done inside, her fingers digging deep into the cheeks of my arse as she pulled me hard up against herself.

'Don't muck about Roger, just do it to me, now - fast and hard.' she gasped when we broke for a quick gulp of air.

And I did just that, taking her right there. As I unzipped my pants and somehow managed to get my rigidly inflamed cock out she pulled her dress up around her waist and simply yanked the crotch of the tiny briefs to one side. Then I backed her up against the wall and fucked her. I wasn't sure whether the hoarse whimpering sounds she made as I thrust up into her already sopping pussy were caused by the urgency of her need or from the roughness of the wall her bottom was being ground up against each time. But it was clear from the way her fingers gripped my arse, urging me to go even harder, faster, that I was giving her exactly what she'd needed.

It was only a couple of minutes or so before I felt the rush approaching, felt my balls tighten as the pressure of the super-heated semen inside them neared criticality - and as it rose even higher I thrust deeper, almost winding her as I forced her back against the unyielding brickwork.

Then she grunted and clutched me even tighter as the start of her own climax suddenly ripped through her and I felt the lining of her cunt trying unsuccessfully to grip the slippery, steel-hard flesh flashing piston-like in and out of it.

Although her pussy couldn't get a firm hold of my cock, the additional stimulation provided by her contractions was the spark that fired off the multiple blasts of semen that jetted out of me - leaving me hanging on to her for support as I stood there, shuddering, trembling and weak-kneed from the sheer draining power of them.

'Oh God I needed that! And by the feel of things, so did you.' she gasped as we began to regain our breath. 'I love those long, drawn-out sessions you're capable of - but there are times when I simply need to be fucked, just like that.'