2 comments/  57821 views/  9 favorites

Affair of the Trainee & the Manager

By: PottersWheel



I was in a state of unexpected excitement tempered with apprehension about having fallen into this situation. There was guilt too. We were in the back seat of a co-worker's car on the way to a Friday night staff bowling outing. Dorothy's head was cradled in my arm and we were kissing. Her arms were around me and my other arm and hand couldn't decide whether to pull her closer to me, move to her lovely rounded hip, or chance caressing the side of her breast. Our legs were beginning to intertwine and my hand moved instinctively to her hip to coax her upper leg further over mine so that our thighs and groins would be closer. I could hear the swish and rustle of her dress and stockings as her body shifted. Her arms tightened around me and she hummed a muted groan of hesitant pleasure. My hand then began caressing upward over her soft, round hip toward her breast. I couldn't remember when I had been so aroused or excited. We each were breathing more heavily than our physical exertion would merit. I never had been in this situation before, hadn't planned for it, and certainly hadn't expected it. I sensed that it was a new and unexpected surprise for Dorothy as well.

I was a bank management trainee in my mid twenties - just a couple of years out of college. It was a two year program and my first six months assignment was as a teller at the branch where Dorothy was an assistant manager. The staff of twenty or so was loosely cohesive. Good teamwork and mutual respect with selective outside social contact - one or two management sponsored staff outings each year and occasional sub-group get-togethers. I was a terrible teller - slow in spite of my best efforts and rarely able to balance my till at end of day. But someone would always pitch in and help me get the debits and credits in the right columns. Thank heavens being a teller was not what I was ultimately training for.

Dorothy had been with the bank over ten years and was thirtyish. As assistant manager she split her time between the customer service platform and the "back office" where the day's transactions were accounted for. She was petite (but not thin), very attractive, outgoing, personable, quick-witted, and knew the branch operations and customers like the back of her hand. She had an active sense of humor but her eye was always on the ball. She knew what had to be done and who would do it. She seemed always to be in motion and always in control. No one questioned her authority, and few people questioned her knowledge or opinion - including the branch manager.

I had developed a fairly strong but secret attraction to her. Kind of a fantasy. I guess it started with her legs - they were stunning - and I have always been a leg man. Dorothy also had an attractive way of walking. She was vivacious, unpretentious, had a pretty face, lovely hair and, as best I could tell in her business clothes, an attractive figure. Dorothy had done nothing to encourage my fantasy. She was always pleasant, occasionally cutely familiar or personal, but usually businesslike toward me. So why this strong attraction? Just natural I guess - pleasant personality, attractive and great legs. At that age fantasies floated in and out of my head every day.

I thought I understood my attraction to her, but her attraction to me on this evening's occasion was less explainable - unless you believe in the accident of chemistry, pheromones, and the primal energies that pass inexplicably between people.

Dorothy had invited me to be her partner in a bowling outing with a group of staff members - staff only (no spouses). I assumed Dorothy's invitation was simply a friendly and hospitable gesture toward a guest-trainee on the part of a member of management. Bob, the branch head teller; Jan, an attractive and competent commercial teller; and Dorothy said they would pick me up after supper. Jan and Dorothy were close friends. It was a Friday night but my wife, Constance, and I had nothing planned, and Constance and I agreed that my participation in branch social activities would be good "career manners". When I heard Bob honk his car horn I gave Constance our usual goodbye peck on the cheek and told her I had no idea how late I might be.

I joined Dorothy in the back seat of Bob's car. Jan was in front with Bob - an unexpected arrangement. I would have thought the two women would sit in back while I rode in front with Bob. Friendly "Hi's" were exchanged and Bob began to drive off. Jan wasn't sitting next to her door in the front seat but rather was sitting close to Bob. I didn't know quite what to make of that. Both were married - but not to each other. Dorothy's husband was a pharmacist and owned his own drugstore where he likely was working that night. Finally I surmised that Dorothy and I were sitting in the back seat so that Jan could sit next to Bob. 'Oh well!' I thought to myself, 'It's their business.'

During the light conversation we began to exchange I became more ‘aware' of Dorothy sitting beside me - kind of a feeling of her kinetic energy or, perhaps, her emotional presence. She was sitting in the middle of her half of the back seat rather than against her door and I was sitting in my half. The soft fragrance of her perfume reminded me of our closeness. Of course I noticed her legs were crossed and looked incredible. Her hand was resting on the seat between us. As our chatting continued, and without looking directly at Dorothy, I placed my hand on the seat between us as well to brace myself from leaning when Bob went around corners. Shortly I sensed how near my hand was to hers and was puzzled by the strong feeling of ‘relationship' her presence was giving me. I concluded I was probably teasing myself - another piece of my fanciful fantasy. What was I thinking? Dorothy was one of the branch management team! Actually, she was one of the people to whom my boss reported! Although very friendly, she had always behaved properly; and, in spite of the unexpected seating arrangement and the fact that she had asked me to be her bowling partner, she had said or done nothing since I had gotten into the car to change that view. My upbringing was puritanical. Even though Constance' and my marital relationship was becoming more business-like and less romantic, I hadn't seriously flirted with nor been with another woman since we had married. Did I think that anything could possibly generate between Dorothy and me?. Not likely. Did I want it to? Of course not. This was just a night out bowling with the gang. Right? Was I really teasing myself? Why? Or was a more basic, imperceptible, exchange of pherimones affecting my thoughts and urges? I wasn't just teasing myself, I was confusing myself.

When Bob turned a corner our bodies shifted and, while bracing herself, Dorothy's hand touched mine. I was startled in spite of my fantasy. Then I did something which felt very daring - I left my hand where it was - touching hers! My anxiety mounted when, to my amazement, she didn't move her hand either. Two of her fingers, which were over-lapping mine, seemed to press down lightly! I became flush with the surge of a strong, deep aching I hadn't felt since I was a teenager. It was then that I put my hand over hers and gently squeezed. I knew the moment I had done it that it was a potential disaster; but to my surprise and utter relief, she turned her palm up and squeezed back. We looked at each other for a moment and then went on with the four-way conversation - but we continued to hold hands! A few minutes later the chatting trailed off. We looked questioningly at each other and our heads moved hesitantly closer, cocked to the side, lips coming near. Slowly ... but suddenly! we were kissing. It seemed to be the most exciting kiss I could ever remember. As naive as I felt, it wasn't only exciting, it was scary. When our lips first lightly touched they were closed and pursed. But strong feelings were surging through me - my lips relaxed and my tongue poked through to touch Dorothy's lips. Her lips softened and let me enter and our tongues met in their first sensual dance.

I knew the ride to the bowling alley wouldn't last forever but, at the moment, time for us had stopped. When I cupped the side of her breast Dorothy broke our kiss for a moment, uttered a soft sigh, looked at me with apprehension and then warmth in her eyes, and brought her lips back to mine. Our lips were moist and caressing and the tips of our tongues were merged in a continuing slow dance. We hadn't said a word to each other - only occasional sighs and muted moans. No sweet nothings. No endearments - just an occasional nibble of an ear lobe, a nuzzle in her neck, and a long engagement of luscious kissing and body melding. My brash caress of her breast, and Dorothy's warm acceptance, seemed a portend that we each might wish for something more than simple hugs and kisses.

When Bob turned into the parking lot of the bowling alley my hand was caressing Dorothy's soft breast. Her hand was over mine encouraging my gentle massage. Our leg entwinement had inched her skirt up and the smooth, white skin above her stockings looked like heaven on earth. The lush softness I sensed through her bra and dress, the lure of her beautiful thigh and the exciting sweetness in our kisses were filling me with incredible desire. Also incredible was the enormous tent in the front of my slacks. I was in a state of divine lust.

As Bob nosed the car into a parking space between two large vans Dorothy and I began to disentangle. She caressed my cheek, looked warmly into my eyes, and gave me a gentle parting kiss, our lips brushing softly. In the first words we had spoken since our first kiss she whispered, "I guess we have to go in ...."

With a hand gently cupping her cheek I returned the sweet kiss and sighed, "Mm hmm ... I'd rather not ...."

"Uhhn, Aaalex ... me toooo." Our lips lingered together for a few more moments of wishful rapture. The softness and gentleness of these parting kisses and caresses seemed very special - they seemed to carry messages of newfound affection and intimate hopes.

Out of the corner of my eye I sensed Jan looking back at us. Then, confirming my suspicion, she and Bob merged together in a more affectionate activity than was possible while Bob was driving; assuming, I supposed, that Dorothy and I might not be quite ready to part company. A moment later they disappeared below the seat back sighing and giggling. We had arrived early and there seemed to be no hurry about going into the bowling alley.

Dorothy's dress and stockings rustled as we rearranged ourselves to engage in a bit more of the wonderful kissing. I looked down at her legs. They truly were beautiful; dainty feet, trim ankles, well-formed curving calves, elegantly sculpted, feminine knees with a touch of rounded softness on their insides, and thighs, which I had never seen before, that flared to full and compelling feminine softness before they disappeared under her raised skirt. There I visualized them flowing into the very feminine curve of hip.

I could see the garter I had brushed over earlier and the top of the stocking it suspended. The bit of skin I could see above the stocking was smooth and creamy. I couldn't seem to resist - her modesty was in control, but just as she grasped her skirt hem to tug it down, I softly caressed her thigh and daringly bent down to kiss that alluring bit of flesh. The faint aroma of her freshly bathed body was feminine, earthy and tantalizing. I had a momentary pang of misgiving, suddenly afraid I had been too brash, but rather than the reproachment I feared, she let out a quiet, moaning sigh, encouragingly raised the skirt just a bit more and let go the hem to caress my head in her lap and hold my lips on her leg while I continued to kiss and nuzzle. Her gesture thrilled me.

When I straightened up she again touched my cheek and kissed me. "You're a devil," she whispered. "A sweet devil."

I murmured, "So feminine ... so very beautiful ... I couldn't ..."

"Resist?" She finished my thought, kissing me softly.

"Mm hmm."

Her voice was whispery, "Your touch ... and your kisses ... were very tender. Your lips felt nice on my leg." Our eyes locked in a warm embrace, and she sighed breathily on my lips, "I think my stockings may be ... a little twisted and," indicating with her eyes, "since those two seem to be ... a little busy," another soft touching of lips, "I think I'll snug them up ... just a bit." With her eyes still holding mine she delayed pulling her skirt down and, instead, with slow, sensual grace, raised her skirt still higher and extended a stunning leg across my lap. In a low, soft voice she said, "Do you mind ...?"

"Your legs ... and thighs are beautiful. I couldn't possibly mind." I nearly swooned in ecstacy at the beauty laying so close to the bulge in my slacks. It was clear that Dorothy could have adjusted her stockings without the use of my lap. She was sweetly tempting and teasing us both with the revealing display of her thighs and this beautifully sensual, feminine ceremony. Her lovely face with half-lidded, smoldering eyes and slightly parted, relaxed, soft lips bathed me in a golden glow of sensual affection. We both were intensely aroused and so focused on each other that we seemed alone. Bob and Jan continued to be otherwise occupied up front and soft music was playing on the radio.

A soft, luscious kiss and then, "I'll just be ... a minute." In slow, graceful movements - her leg languidly bending and stretching to accommodate the ceremony, and her hands and fingers moving with feminine grace - she unfastened first the front garter and then the under-side garter on the lovely leg, slowly stroked up the calf and thigh, snugged the stocking, and finally, carefully refastened each garter. She paused to lushly kiss me and stroke my cheek. She then placed the second leg next to the first in my lap, whispering, "I'm feeling so warm ... and ..." and kissed me again.

I impulsively stroked the newly snugged calf and knee and whispered on her lips, "... And?"

"... You know ..."

"Mm hmm ... me too ... so much." By now her skirt was nearly to her hips. She didn't seem to care that her panties were peeking out where they covered her puffy Venus Mound and the vee between her sweet thighs. While she released the garters and stroked the second calf and thigh I caressed and hugged the first thigh close to me and leaned over to brush her cheek with my lips. I murmured on her cheek, "Your legs are lovely. ... And your thighs, ... so smooth and soft and feminine." She turned her head and abandoned the second leg to caress my cheek while we kissed - each of us breathing heavily in sexual excitement - eyes exchanging warm messages and confessions of consuming desire.

Through kissing lips she sighed, "Thank you, Sweetheart." Her endearment thrilled me.

I sighed on her lips, "You're so very lovely ... and I ... I'm feeling like I ... ." My hugging hands found the warm skin of her upper thigh above her stocking top.

She stroked my hugging arms with affectionate approval and kissed me softly sighing, "Mmmmmm ... I think I know ..." She made no move to limit my caresses, but rather encouraged me with an affectionate smile and a languid nestling of that leg closer to accommodate my sensual stroking massage of her beautiful thigh. Another soft, warm kiss on my cheek, "Your hands on me feel loving." Soft lips touched and whispered, "Are my stockings ... and legs ... and things ... alright?" Her hands now were stroking both of my amorous arms, encouraging them in their sensual adventures.

"Mmmmmm, ... so lovely, ... so very feminine." My hands caressed the soft, smooth, naked warmth. I was nearly breathless, "I love your legs ... and your sweet thighs." Her beautiful display and this wonderful stroking aroused me so that my erection was straining in its confinement, and I felt a vague tingle deep in the base of my scrotum. I kissed her softly and wondered if she could feel my stiff penis poking into the underside of the thigh I was feeling and hugging so close.

She sighed in my ear, "You're making me want to ... ."

I kissed her cheek, "Want to what, Lovely Creature?"

"Uhhmm, ... I can't tell you."

Our senses of each other were becoming deeply sensual. My hands continued to love her luscious thigh and stroked up under her skirt, over her hip and across her feminine tummy. While I caressed, Dorothy distractedly returned to the second stocking. Her movements were graceful and had become deeply alluring - almost sexual. The sense of compelling desire and warm affection intensified through my body and caught in my throat. I bent to kiss the sweet, white, baby smooth skin I had been caressing near the "V" of her panties. She moved the leg furthest from me slightly to make room for my lips to linger high in the warmth of her lovely inner tenderness. I moaned quietly as my hand stroked higher to caress the warm, soft skin and cradle the thigh to hold it to my lips. I kissed a trail of loving touches on the baby softness that hugged close to protect her Special Place and couldn't resist a brief caress of her Venus Mound. I heard her faintly sigh my name when my lips followed my caress and edged thrillingly close to her love center. She whined in sensual urgency and coaxed me to rearrange myself so that she could move one leg behind me against the seat back. I now was between her lovely legs. Affectionate lust surged in me when she opened her thighs sweetly in welcoming display of her beautiful femininity. I now was almost laying down between her legs, brushing her naked, soft thighs with my cheeks, and lightly kissing my way toward her mons. My cheek briefly nudged her center of love. The fragrance of her aroused womanhood lured me. For a moment she hugged my cheeks with her soft thighs. I was in a fantasy of sexual heaven.

Dorothy sighed sweetly, "Ohhh, Aaalexx." I pressed my cheek softly against her puffy mound. She sighed, "Uhhnnnnmmm," and flexed her mons gently to rub on my cheek. I kissed her panties on that sacred place and then raised up to her until our lips came together again in luscious nibbles. She hugged my hips in her thighs and murmured in my ear, "I'm tingling where you kissed me ... and where your cheek nestled close ... I wish we didn't have to go bowling." With thoughts of discrete caution we each glanced to note that Bob and Jan were still amorously engaged out of sight.

Feeling momentarily secure in our sensual cocoon I nuzzled Dorothy's neck and sighed, "I wish we could ... be alone."

Dorothy whispered in my ear, "Oh, God, ... me too," and relaxed back against her arm rest in an amorous, languid pose sighing, "Darling, would you finish with my other stocking ... and fasten my garters for me?" She squeezed her legs around me for a moment and then parted them sweetly.

I was thrilled at her intimate invitation. I slipped back down between her lovely legs and lifted the ungartered thigh to my lips sighing, "Uhhnn, may I kiss a little more first?" I hugged her leg and thigh against my body.

I heard only a warmly quiet sigh, "Mm hmm, and see if my panties are covering me ... where I'm getting wet." Dorothy was as deep in lust as I was.

I trailed light kisses in the sensitive crease of her groin next to her mons and then stroked and caressed, smoothing the stocking over her calf and up her thigh - lips following close behind fingers. Reaching gently for the underside garter my hand brushed her vulva. Dorothy moaned and stroked that arm while it nudged the center of her excitement. I let go the garter and continued to stroke and caress the naked thigh, frequently straying to caress her Mound of Venus and enticingly curved bottom. Urgent desire surged through my loving hands and almost without forethought my fingers slipped her panty aside. Dorothy moaned sweetly and opened her thighs further to encourage me sighing, "Yes, Darling, my panties ... are they getting ... wet?"


Affair of the Trainee & the Manager Ch. 02



(After a Friday night tryst with his lovely bank branch manager, Alex, a management trainee, is unsure about their relationship in the ‘cold light of day' at work on Monday morning.)

Monday morning was a little uncomfortable for me at work. My dream-like tryst with Dorothy Friday night had been on my mind all weekend. I hoped Constance hadn't noticed my occasional pre-occupation or symptoms of guilt. Our relationship was not what it once was but I had no wish to increase her unhappiness. And now at work I wondered if Dorothy felt the same affection for me in the cold light of day that we had shared Friday night. Of course, I also suspected all my co-workers could read my mind. Naturally, Bob and Jan didn't have to read my mind. Each of them was friendly and cordial - and we exchanged a couple of smiles that suggested a comradeship in secret knowledge.

But Dorothy showed no sign of special feeling or changed relationship. It seemed like 'business-as-usual'. Of course she was an assistant branch manager and couldn't allow personal situations to interfere with her responsibilities. We smiled - stiffly? - at each other and said the usual things. We had no occasion to work together during the day so I was ill at ease all morning.

When I saw her for the first time my heart skipped a beat. She was more beautiful in her business clothes than I remembered - probably because I now knew what hid beneath her tailored suit. Her lovely, vibrant face seemed fresh - her eyes flashed - her hair was full in soft waves to her shoulders. The skirt couldn't hide all of her stunning legs in smart pumps nor the gentle curve of hip and bottom. But her blouse, jacket and A-line of the skirt obscured the feminine tummy, narrow waist, gorgeous breasts, alluring derriere, and compelling thighs that I knew were there. I couldn't touch her, hold her, kiss her and be reassured of her feelings. Instead, I was afraid Friday night might be an incident she was trying to forget. My fears were especially troubling because I had spent the weekend fantasizing. My level of desire for Dorothy was higher than I could ever remember it being for anyone before.

In the middle of the afternoon we passed each other in an aisle-way behind the teller stations when no one else was close by. As we passed her hand touched my arm momentarily and, in a whisper through a hesitant (?) smile, she said, "Hi."

My low spirits revived a little. I quickly whispered back, "Hi," and went on with my work - somewhat relieved but still full of doubt. In spite of her touch and greeting, might she still want to end our short-lived affair? Her smile was friendly but tentative. Was Friday night a momentary lapse? If not, how were we going to handle it at work, at home? There was no quick answer for any of this, I knew. And I was back to the guilt thing.

When the bank closed to customers the tellers, including me, began to balance their day's work. I was notoriously terrible at this part of the job. As they usually did every day, the supervisors polled the tellers to see if anyone was having a problem. Dorothy seemed to make it a point to be the one who came to my station to see how I was doing. I confessed that I was out-of-balance (surprise!). She offered to give me a hand. My heart raced. It took Dorothy a few minutes to attend to something else. By the time she came back most of the other tellers had finished balancing and gone home or were working in back with the bookkeepers.

My teller area was typically confined, so we were standing close together. The scent of her perfume brought back affectionate feelings and thrilling memories. It also triggered a stirring in my slacks in spite of my apprehension. She started looking at the record of my day's transactions - but her thoughts were elsewhere. "Alex, I don't know what you must think of me."

"What do you mean?" We kept our voices low. No one happened to be nearby at the moment, but sounds carried in the bank lobby.

"You know - Friday night ... the way I was ... so ... you know. I hope you don't think I was ... easy ... or ... I've never been ... like that - never before."

Either Dorothy was having second thoughts - or (I hoped) perhaps was fishing for reassurance. I ventured, "If you're embarrassed then ... I guess it must be because I behaved badly. I ... well ... I've never been like that before either. I've never felt like this before. I thought something wonderful was ... well, ... never mind, maybe you don't feel that way ..."

We had to look like we were working on my out-of-balance. It made our real business difficult - kisses and hugs could be dangerous. She looked up from the work for a moment to whisper, "Alex, you didn't behave badly ... that's not what I meant." Her eyes became softly questioning - her hand touched mine and she continued, "What were you going to say ... when you said you 'thought something wonderful was' ... what was it? ... Please." Suddenly there was something about her body language - something about her look. The back of my throat tingled and my groin felt like it wanted to cuddle. Did she feel like I did? That wonderful chemistry again? Something was definitely surging through my veins.

"Well, I felt something wonderful happening between us ... we were sharing something ... something really beautiful and compelling. I ... I had never felt so tender ... and adoring ... toward anyone. And well, the passion ... has never been that consuming for me. It was overpowering. ... I felt so close to you." I hoped I hadn't said too much. Had I stuck my neck out?

She gasped a little, "Oh, Lord, yes! It certainly was overpowering! Do you still ... feel that way?"

"Yes. Very much. I feel like I want to reach out and gather you in."

She looked around quickly and then put her hand over mine and squeezed. "Alex, I had all those feelings too." When I squeezed back her look and voice softened and warmed and she continued, "I couldn't believe ... how wonderful it was. It never really has been ... very good for me ... before. But, yes, it was overpowering ... very overpowering". Her voice trailed off.

"I hope I wasn't too forward."

"No! You were gentle ... and caring ... and ... very loving."

"... Because you made me feel that way. I still feel the same way. All the things I said when we kissed goodnight are still true." I squeezed her hand, "I thought we had shared something very strong ... and very beautiful."

"Mmm, Lover." She squeezed my hand tighter. "I meant what I said too ... and as I remember, we didn't just kiss goodnight."

I looked at her eyes. They were yearning. I assumed mine were sending a similar warm message. I had a strong sense of her closeness and my stirrings were intensifying. We both looked around to be sure we were still alone. I inched closer to her, touching hips. She nudged into me. I looked once more before my hand hugged around her narrow waist and trailed down over her softly curving hip. "Mmmmm, I'll never forget your softness ... and that wonderful way we said goodnight."

She looked around as well before turning slightly toward me - pressing her tummy into my hip. My hand cupped her lovely bottom cheeks and held her close to help her snuggle for a moment. She looked at me with adoring eyes, sent me little kisses and brushed her hand over my growing erection. Her fingers traced its length and squeezed the head. She whispered, "Oohh, Alex, you get so stiff ... so fast. And I get wet and ready for you ... so fast."

"Dorothy, I ..." We both heard footsteps in the hall coming from the back office and moved apart. "I think I'm still out of balance here and I don't have a clue. Help!" She returned reluctantly to the supervising business and I returned reluctantly to being a teller ... sort of.

The first step was to recount my cash. While she began to count the bills she asked me to count the coin, the bulk of which was stored in rolls in a case on the floor under my counter. I knelt down and began to count.

After a few moments she said, "I was thinking about you - and us - all weekend." Apparently we were alone again.

I whispered, "Has Joyce gone?"

"Yes, Lover."

I went on quietly, "I couldn't get you out of my mind all weekend either. I didn't want to - the memories were wonderful. I wanted to call you but I was afraid someone else might answer the phone." I continued to count the coin but couldn't help looking at her gorgeous legs standing so close next to me. Her stockings appeared to be extra sheer. Her skirt didn't come quite to her knees and, at times, I could almost see the tops of her stockings. The sense of the nearness of those compelling, sensual thighs was a serious distraction. In high-heels her legs were absolutely stunning.

"What did you want to talk about, Sweetheart?"

"I wanted to tell you how wonderful I thought our time together was and that - well ... I think you're wonderful ... and how much I was missing you. And, of course, I wanted to know how you felt."

She reached down with one hand and stroked my head. "Oh, God, I missed you too ... ," she sighed - as though relieved. "I missed you so much and ... I wanted to be with you. I still want to be with you. We were so wonderful together. Can we meet to ... talk ... for a little while after work? Do you have to go right home?"

"I don't have to be home right away. I'd love to ... talk for a while. Where should we meet?" Lord, the thought of being with her again was making me breathless. My throat tingled even more.

With her hand on my cheek she inched a little closer and hugged me close to her thigh. She was full of sensual urges too. "Let's meet where we were parked Friday night. I wish it were time to go home now! My hormones are going crazy."

"Mmmm hmm. Mine too! You'll probably have to stay a little later than me. I'll drive there and wait for you." I couldn't hear anyone nearby so I hugged my hand around her nudging knee, gently kissed the tender softness on its inner side, and whispered, "You're wonderful." I heard her take a quick breath. My hand stroked up and down and felt the attractive dimples behind her knee. Over the week-end my memory seemed vivid, but nothing I remembered matched the reality of Dorothy's stunning legs and the feeling of sheer smoothness of her stockings over the feminine, soft curves of her calves. I drank in their beauty as my hands languished in their wonderful strokings. The memory of removing these stockings Friday night further inspired my twitching manhood.

"You're being a devil," she whispered. "I'll get there as soon as I can." Then she nudged me again. "Are you looking up my skirt?"

"Uhm, maybe just a little."

"Am I making you get harder?"

"Much."

"Mmm, good! But you're being so bad! That makes me remember how your eyes made me feel Friday night. I'm going to have to punish you ... later."

"I hope so. You know how your legs affect me."

"Mm hmm, I remember so well - and you know what happens to me ... when your hands are on me ... and when I know you're looking at me and getting hard."

"Is that happening ... now?"

"Mm hmm. Are you managing to ... contain yourself?"

"I'm afraid not." The tent in my trousers was now very prominent. "My hormones are making something achingly stiff."

"Mmmmmm, Lover, you're teasing me." She teased me back by lifting her skirt a few inches to let me see the luscious skin above her stocking tops. "There's a little tease for you."

"Oh, God!, you're so gorgeous. Now you're being a devil." My hand caressed higher on her leg - stroking up beyond her stocking tops to the incredible ivory smoothness so close to her vulva. "Are you managing ... to contain yourself?"

"Of course not ... I think my panties are getting damp."

"Are we alone?"

"Mm hmm."

Both my loving hands caressed slowly, avidly up and down - from the smoothness of the stockinged knee to the wonderful nakedness high under her skirt. Her upper thighs were very soft where they came together to guard her loving place. Her skin was warm and smooth.

"Oh! Alex!" She gasped and sighed. Her legs hugged my hands and then parted slightly as she turned toward me. Her whisper was worried but her body language was inviting, "You shouldn't ... Oh, Darling ... when your hands are feeling me ... uhn my thighs ... your making me so ... you know." I ducked my head under her skirt, hugged a soft thigh to my cheek and lips, and kissed the wonderfully smooth ivory skin. The luscious smell of her was an aphrodisiac. It was late in the day and her scent was enticingly rich and earthy. I put my lips on her panties - first breathing warm air through them to her Venus mound and then nuzzling my nose into her crotch. Her whisper was anxious when she cried, "Alex! No ... oh!", but her knees bent so that she could part her thighs further and allow her hips and vulva to respond to the natural rhythmic urges of love-making. I heard a soft moan. Her hand was now holding me gently to her.

"Oh! Darling!" Dorothy pushed her vulva into my lips. "You're lips and hands ... we shouldn't ... Uhhnnn."

I murmured into her panties, "You're so beautiful."

"Can you see through my new panties?"

"Mmmm, hhmmm ... I can see all of your loveliness. Your tummy and your loving place." I kissed and sucked through the sheerness. "Your precious loving place is so beautiful."

"Ohhh, ... Thank you, Lover ... Ohh ... Mmmm! I'm so glad ... you like my ... loving place. You were so good to it Friday night ... and made me feel so wonderful ... and full ... mmmmm ... you filled me so full ... and so many times. I was still leaking your wonderful juices the next morning." She flexed again, "Mmmm ... I wish you ... could fill me right now."

She was wearing incredibly sheer panties with lacy designs here and there. The panty crotch was absent the usual cotton lining - and was nearly transparent. The pubic hair of her mons and the crevice of her labia disappearing into her crotch were clearly visible. The woman-scent between her thighs was heady and intoxicating and belied her budding arousal. I also caught the faint scent of her perfume again - she must have dabbed a bit between her thighs after her morning shower, probably fantasizing I might have an opportunity to savor it. Seeing the hint of her luscious love lips through the panties stirred deep feelings. I wanted to envelope them and taste them and draw my tongue between the outer petals to open them. I hugged and caressed her thigh near her crotch - and then slipped a hand under her panty leg to the bare cheeks of her bottom to hold her against my lips.

"Oh, God, Darling!" she breathed - and softly flexed her vulva into my lips again. Her knees bent further and her thighs parted widely when she leaned against the counter behind her. I slipped a finger under the crotch of her panties and pulled it aside. She had tilted her pelvis and opened her thighs enough so that I could lick my tongue from her vagina, up through her labia to her clitoris - sucking and savoring her rich juices. She was soaking wet and her clitoris was now fully extended. She stifled a whimper, held onto the back of my head and flexed her pelvis, fucking gently into my lips. She murmured through clenched teeth, "Oh, Alex ... Oohh!" I licked through twice more, held her clitoris in my lips while I tongued it, sucked away her rich fluids, and returned the panty crotch to its place.

I whispered into her panties, "The weekend has been an eternity - I missed you ... and wanted you ... so much. I'm glad we're meeting after work."

"Uuhhnnn, ... Ohhh ... God! ... You're an awful tease. You almost made me cum. I'll be there ... as soon as I can ... Oh! Oh, Honey!" With her hand on the back of my head she had flexed her hips to thrust her pussy against me several more times. She whimpered again - quivering just a little, "I just had a little cum ... Mmmmm." She took a quick breath, "Oh, God ... we can't be doing this!" She was still rubbing her pussy into my face.

"You're so beautiful, Darling."

"Am I very wet?"

"Soaking." My hands returned to her hips and bum, holding her close to my lips. I was so hungry for her and so enjoyed helping her to orgasm that I momentarily lost my senses of priority and propriety. But my sense of lust was in full gear when my hands caressed up her curved hips, grasped the waist of her panties, and began pulling them down. Before she realized how far I had gone, her panties were halfway down her hips; I had pulled the center further down and my tongue was searching for her clitoris again.

It was hard for her to maintain a whisper, "Oh, Alex, no! ... You can't! ... Oh ... Uuhhhnn." Her vulva was flexing strongly and both her hands were holding my head. She knew we shouldn't be doing this but her lust was too strong. Her knees bent again attempting to reopen her thighs to me but the panties now were holding her thighs together. Dorothy was moaning quietly. My hands left her bum and returned to stripping her panties down her legs. "No, Alex, No!" Then she gave in to lust, "Oh, hurry!" Her legs came together for a moment to accommodate the removal. I abandoned her loving place long enough to help her step out of the panties and put them in my pocket, but hungrily returned to her when she eagerly held her skirt out to cover my head, put one leg up on my shoulder and again presented her precious flower to my lips. In her lust she had cast caution aside.

My hands caressed and lovingly felt the creamy flesh of her beautiful thighs, curving hips, femininely rounded, soft tummy, and luscious naked bum. She sighed and moaned while I thrilled at the beauty and the warm, soft feeling of her nakedness. Her thighs had begun to shiver against my cheeks. I kissed and licked through her moist petals to suck on her clitoris which was now flushed with arousal and protruded like a small penis beyond the folds of its protective hood. The thigh on my shoulder hugged my ear. Finally my fingers were sliding through her liquid lips and delving deep into her loving place. With my lips on her clitoris I murmured, "God, I love to love you like this. ... You're so beautiful ... feel so wonderful ... and taste so much like our loving." Her prominently eager bud danced with my tongue.

Her pussy rhythmically squirmed down on my fingers and into my lips. Her body quaked. Her hand covered her mouth. Her scream was noiseless. She went a little limp but I steadied her against me and she braced her hands on the counter. In a few moments she whispered, "I adore you." She hugged my head to her with her hand and added, "But you've been very, very bad."

I had to stop to keep from making a mess in my underwear. I moved out from under her skirt, returned to counting my coin, and whispered, "I hope you'll find it in your heart to forgive me."

"We'll see." A few moments later she said, "How is the coin count coming?" Her voice was breathy and uneven. But from her change of tone I assumed someone was coming and she was trying to recover her composure.

"I'm finished. The count is the same as it was earlier." I retrieved my pencil and paper and stood up. We worked a few more minutes side by side - sometimes rubbing against each other or nudging a hip. The teller that had gone by left the area again.

Breathless and whispering she said, "Where are my panties?" Her hand sought the bulge in my trousers.

"In my pocket. Do you want them?"

"Not now, Darling. Keep them. Mmmmm ... you're so nice and hard." We were very close again. Her groin was rubbing against my hip and her hand was caressing me dangerously when she announced - almost as an afterthought, "I found the error. It's a mortgage coupon ... mmmm ... I wish you could put this in me right now." I corrected my blotter and she whispered in my ear, "I'll hurry as fast as I can. Oh, Mark, ... I'm flowing again - I'm wetter than I was before! Do you have a Kleenex?"




Affair of the Trainee & the Manager Ch. 02



"Sure." I opened my cabinet to get one and handed it to her.

She turned away to demurely reach under her skirt to dry herself. "There, that's better." After throwing the tissue in my basket she turned back and squeezed my hardness. I almost erupted. "Mmmm, you feel so good. I love to make you hard. But I love to make you soft lots more. I'm going to punish you a lot!"

"I wish I could kiss you some more ... and drink from you," I was breathless. It was just a wish. We, and especially she, had to get back to work.

"I have to go in back and start the branch accounting. I'll meet you as soon as I can." When she slid by me to leave my work area her gorgeous bum brushed and wiggled against my groin and the tent in my trousers, then she turned her head to wrinkle her nose and blow me a kiss, whispering, "I felt something stiff poking at me. I can hardly wait, Lover." And she was gone. It was obvious that the chemistry between us was at least as strong as it had been Friday night. God! She made me feel like I was in heat.

I waited until the tent in my trousers subsided, put my things away, and went to the bathroom. After the usual relief I took off my undershorts, put them in my briefcase, and left the bank. My heart was pounding with excitement as I drove to our rendevous place. I parked where Bob's car had been Friday night and put some music on the radio to wait for Dorothy. The sun was low and the shadows were growing longer. No one was nearby. In a little while I saw Dorothy in the rear view mirror pulling up behind me. I turned the engine off, got out, locked my car, and walked toward her car. Unlike my car, hers was a new, large luxury model. Her windows were darkly tinted against the sun, but as I approached I could see her telescoping the steering wheel and pushing it up.

"Hi, Sweetheart." When I got in I could see that her front seat was wider, deeper and better cushioned than my back seat.

She was moving the seat back as far as it would go. "Mmmm, Lover, come in here and kiss me." I locked my door and we slid together and embraced. With mouths open our lips searched and locked and hungered - arms hugging tightly and then hands roaming and searching - each of us humming and groaning our pleasure at this long awaited joy.

When we came up for air I murmured, "It seems I've been dreaming about being with you again like this forever." I lovingly squeezed and caressed her breasts through her blouse and bra. They were wondrous.

Murmuring through our kisses, "Pinch my nipples, Darling." My loving hands obeyed.

"Mmmmmm." More kisses interrupted and then she said, "I thought about you and our Friday night all weekend. It was such a long weekend! Mmmmm ... squeeze harder." And as she spoke her lips continued to kiss. She had taken her suit jacket off. It was laying on the back seat. "Let me help you with your jacket and tie, Honey." She held the jacket while I shrugged out. She laid it on top of hers. Then she started to loosen my tie. In order to help me she turned sideways with her right knee up on the seat. Her skirt was forced up and my eyes were adoring the exposed stocking tops and luscious thighs. I coaxed her knee further into my lap until her skirt was nearly to her hips and she was teasingly close to me. I couldn't resist caressing the knee and running my hand up her thigh to the smooth, soft flesh of her inner thighs and then under her skirt to tease the crease of her groin. Absolutely heavenly.

She lightly slapped my hand and scolded me, "You're so naughty!" Before my hand could escape she covered it with hers and coaxed it back to her leg and up her thigh to an incredibly warm place where she guided the side of my hand to nudge her oozing vulva. She smiled softly and said, "This is just like Friday - I'm trying to unbutton your shirt but can't concentrate because your hands are busy - being naughty - under my skirt." Her hands returned to my tie ... and my lips returned to hers.

While she was busy, I was free to continue being naughty. So finally both hands were under her skirt caressing her thighs up to her hips, over her tummy, into her navel and down the creases of her groin - sometimes trailing loving fingers over her moist labia. I was growing an enormous erection. In a few moments she removed the tie and had unbuttoned my shirt collar. She put her arms around me again and our mouths merged. She murmured on my lips, "... I love not wearing panties." Reluctantly, my hands left the wondrous nakedness under her skirt to hug and hold her close. The affection and passion and lust rose in tremors through our lips. The intensity hadn't ebbed ... at all. Our breathing was rapid.

"Oh, Alex," She kissed me fervently and her hands and arms left my neck and shoulders. In a moment she had my belt unbuckled and my zipper open. I held her close and she murmured into our merging lips, "I'm glad you're not wearing undershorts, Sweet Lover." Her hands enveloped me. "You're so hard. I hope you want to put this wonderful, stiff penis in me?"

I gasped, "It's all I've been thinking of ... being near you makes me hard ... and hungry for you."

She gushed, "Mmmmm, so hard ... help me, Darling!" I pushed up from the seat and helped her slide my trousers down. Then my hands were under her skirt thrilling at the sensuous feel of her naked hips and bottom while she moved to straddle me. I slumped down in the seat and held my stiff penis straight up for her. She knelt on the seat with her knees next to my ribs and lowered herself to engulf me sweetly in her silken loveliness. I drove up to meet the urgent rhythm of her dancing vulva. Her hugging, beautiful, naked thighs began to shiver against my naked hips as soon as her clitoris met my pubis. She moaned into my lips and her hips and tummy quaked and shuddered in orgasm. The liquid glove of her vagina convulsed around my thrilling penis. She grasped my shoulders hard for a few moments and then slumped forward to lay her head on my shoulder. Her warm, loving glove was luscious with her oozings and squirmed around to caress its captive. I wiggled in and around and squished against her until I went rigid in my first orgasm since Friday. It was wonderful. She spasmed again.

It hadn't been elegant and artful; but it was deeply affectionate and lustful. I gasped, "Sweetheart, I hope I wasn't too fast. You're so beautiful ... and I've missed you so much."

"Mmmmm, Honey, I couldn't wait either. I started cumming as soon as your beautiful manhood slipped into me. I've been hungry to have you in me ... and when you kissed my ... my love lips ... made love to me ... at work ... I wanted you in me ... Oh, God! I wanted you in me!" Our lips were doing a lot of kissing again and Dorothy was relaxing against me ... kind of into the crook of my arm. I was still slumped down and buried in her luscious warmth. "I've been ready for you ever since."

"I got so hard ... when I was loving you under your skirt ... I oozed in my underwear." We were kissing ardently again - more softly and lushly, but with desire dripping from our eyes and intensifying the touches of our caressing hands. "Your thighs and loving place are so beautiful ... and feel so wonderful ... and your pussy kisses me so sweetly ..."

"Oh, Alex, when we're together I feel like I'm in heat." (My sentiments exactly.) Her lips were on mine, her voice quiet in loving tones, "My pussy loves your lips ... and loves your wonderful, hard cock." Our lips parted and she pushed herself up from me. She lifted her skirt so that we both could see the merger of our loins. "I love to see it ... going into me. Look how wet I've made you ... and how my pussy opens for you ... and how it hugs around you. ... Do it to me a little , Honey ... so I can watch." It thrilled me to see the enlarged base of my penis where it disappeared into the happily enveloping, glistening, stretching oval of her sweet vaginal lips. Still on her knees straddling me, she rose up a few inches to make room for me to slide out and back into her. I slowly fucked in and out of her sweet vagina. "Mmmm, your penis is so beautiful." I reached to lightly caress the shiny lips stretched around me and the tip of her clitoris avidly poking out. Her welcoming thighs were spread warmly and hugged against my hips and sides. Her thighs opening to me like this made her look very loving. I loved the feel of her skin against me and the feel and swish of her nylons. Then I remembered the wonderful feeling of her naked legs and thighs ... after I had removed her stockings Friday night.

I began to feel urgent again and my groin began to squirm my hardness into her. My hands were caressing and feeling and loving her naked thighs and curving hips and soft bum cheeks. Dorothy was still hungry as well and began to squirm. She held her skirt up and we both watched her vagina and my penis make love to each other. I gasped as I gently thrust up into her again, "Sweetheart, I'm still so hard. Your gorgeous pussy looks so loving ... I hope it wants to fuck a little more?" My hands moved from caressing her thighs and hips to squeeze and fondle her breasts.

"We're fucking already, Silly". She bent down to kiss me fondly and went on, "Mmmmm, you feel so good in me ... my pussy wants to fuck a lot more ... it's so wet for you ... It's very loving." She braced her hands on my shoulders and began her loving dance. "Uhh ... oohh ... Darling, ... open my blouse ... and unhook ... my bra ... mmmm ....." She was whimpering and sending me little kisses. "Oh, God ... I love to fuck you!" When the forbidden four-letter words began to flow I knew we were thoroughly enveloped in lust.

I had just cum a few minutes before and knew that this coupling would be just a bit longer and more loving. When I had her blouse open I found what appeared to be a new, low-cut bra with a front closure. In moments Dorothy's jiggling, rolling, lovely melons were hanging cupped and quivering in my adoring hands. I squeezed, caressed, pulled, and lightly pinched her happily puckered nipples - finally urging them to my mouth. She was moaning - her thighs and vagina shivering in a series of wonderful orgasms.

I murmured through avidly sucking lips, "Darling, your breasts are so beautiful. ... They feel so good in my hands. ... I love to hold them ... and suck on them ... I'm feeding on your nipples ... while you're fucking me ... and making my cock so hard ... and so happy."

"Oh ... ahgnn ... uhnn ... uhnn .... Oh, God! ... I'm cumming so hard ... I can't stop," My Sweetheart was groaning loudly and looked beautiful thrilling and lusting and wildly thrusting on me. It seemed she was having a continuous orgasm or was enjoying an endless series. I lovingly squeezed and sucked and plunged.

I too began to groan, "You don't have to stop ... Darling ... Uhnn ... Ohh ... I'm so deep in you ... I'm going to cum again!" I grasped and held on to her lovely breasts, squeezing and pulling, and the thrill rose through my roots and throbbed into her liquid velvet glove. For a few moments I was rigid and couldn't move because of the thrilling tenderness in my glans.

When she felt me throbbing, her spasms grew into shivers and shudders that began in her swooning vagina and rolled down through her thighs and up into her belly. Her thighs quaked against my hips and her breasts quivered sweetly in my hands. Her eyes looked down at me molten with lust and affection. Her mouth was slack and her body began to relax and collapse on me.

We lay quietly for a few minutes. My penis softened and began to slip out of her. She moved her hips a bit, and when I fell out she took my soft, wet penis in her hand. We cuddled closer and she held me and caressed. I kissed her softly and adoringly. I whispered on her lips as I kissed, "I adore you ... I dreamed about making love to you all weekend ... It's not often such a wonderful dream comes true."

"My dream has come true too, Darling, ... and my pussy feels so much better. My pussy wanted to have you ... so much." She wiggled and snuggled a little. Our position wasn't very comfortable for relaxed snuggling, and finally she rose up and turned slightly away. I sat up, turned half sideways and leaned back against my door. She snuggled back against me with her head against my shoulder and her back against my chest. Her knees were drawn up and her feet were tucked up on the seat. Her skirt was halfway up her thighs and her stocking tops glimpsed out from under. My left arm was under hers and around her waist. She was holding my right hand just under her breasts with her left while her right hand rubbed my inner thigh. I hadn't rebuttoned her blouse nor put my pants back on.

Because she had eased us into this position and had chosen to snuggle in a way that somewhat limited our activities, I sensed she wanted the comfort of affectionate snuggling and some quiet talk. I wanted it too. I confessed, "I thought the weekend would never end. It feels wonderful to be with you again."

"I wanted to be with you ... I couldn't concentrate on anything. I tried to work on the books for the drugstore but couldn't keep track of what I was doing. Saturday afternoon I finally had to get away and went to the mall shopping." She wiggled back into me and said, "But I feel warm and cuddly now." Dorothy turned her head up to me, we kissed softly and wetly, then she went on, "I bought some things Saturday that I hope you'll like. You're the only one who's ever going to see them. It made me feel close to you ... to be shopping ... just for you."

"What did you buy?"

"Lots of things." She rolled her eyes and dropped the lids flirtatiously. "I'm wearing some of them now ... my stockings are more sheer than I've ever worn ... and lacier at the top - and you unhooked my pretty, new, brief little bra. I was wearing very sheer bikini panties ... until you defrocked me at work." 

"Mmmmm, I couldn't resist ... you were so beautiful and I was so hungry for you. I could see your pussy lips through your panties ... and I wanted my mouth on you."

"You were wonderful ... but truly naughty."

We each squirmed around a bit to get comfortable and chatted about the obvious difficulties of an office romance and how Friday night had been an easy excuse with our spouses but how getting home late on a regular work night was more difficult to excuse - particu-larly if the late nights were frequent. I confessed that Constance and I were growing apart with a fading interest in romance and Dorothy described her marriage as a partnership of two people now more interested in their careers and businesses - a marriage which was drifting into a financial convenience and an arrangement to maintain social appearances. It was clear that each of us wanted to continue our "affair" but didn't want to rock the domestic boat too vigorously. Neither of us had done anything like this before and we were pretty naive about how to go about it or handle it. Even the motel visit Friday night had been a first for each of us. Actually, we found it hard to believe this was happening. It was scary, and we were very nervous about it. But the unspoken inference was that desire was strong in each of us - and we would find a way.

At moments in the conversation when a sign of understanding or affection or togetherness was expressed, I put my head next hers and kissed her cheek or she squeezed and rubbed my thigh or I hugged my hand more snuggly around her waist - sometimes nudging under her breasts -or she would turn her head up to me for a kiss. Because our conversation was practical and kind of philosophic, I avoided caressing her in a sexual way. She likewise seemed to be avoiding those special places and touches. The deprivation was increasing my hunger, but nurturing our growing rapport, mutual respect and understanding was momentarily more important.

When it seemed that we had purged the prohibitions and had confirmed our unspoken agreement to be lovers in spite of it all, Dorothy turned her head up for a warm and lingering kiss and covered my hand with hers to raise it until I was cupping her breast. It was softly round and beautifully pendulant and my hand couldn't quite contain it. It felt absolutely wonderful resting naked in my caressing palm and fingers. She moaned into our kiss and squeezed my thigh. After the short period of intimate deprivation we seemed to be more hungry for one another. I whispered into her lips, "I thought about holding you and loving you constantly this weekend. The only way I got through it was to do every chore on my 'To Do' list." Soon both my hands were loving her breasts - squeezing and caressing. The softness was wondrous. Her hands were busy holding my hands to her breasts and helping to lightly pinch her nipples - then caressing my thigh ever higher until, finally, she was again holding my penis. "I wanted you ... all weekend. I wanted to hold you and ... kiss you ... ," she caressed and squeezed, " ...and feel your gentle, loving touch."

"I wanted you too." She kissed me and murmured on my lips, "You're getting beautifully hard again, Darling ... you feel wonderful." She turned her shoulders more toward me and softly caressed. "Mmmmmmmm," she hummed, "all weekend I dreamed about our Friday night ... about how it felt to hold and caress your hard, wonderful lover ... and how I felt ... when it slipped into me ... so many times ... You stayed so hard ... and came in me so many times ..." Her hand caressed and stroked me, "Lover, you've already made love to me twice ... and you're so hard and beautiful again ... Holding your wonderful, stiff penis makes me feel so ... sexual ... so hungry for you ... so wanton."

"You're making me feel more sexual ... every moment." I put my hand over hers pressing me while I flexed my groin. Then I confessed into her lips, "I adored you all weekend ... and fantasized about your hands on me and about kissing your thighs and their softness on my cheeks ... when my mouth made love to you - between your legs ... and about how I fed on your luscious breasts - sucking on your nipples ... and your legs holding me close to you when we made love...." We stopped talking for a few moments of luscious kissing and increasingly ardent caressing.

She raised off the seat for a moment and moved her skirt out from under her until it no longer covered her mons. She sighed and teased, "Maybe you should ... check my stockings ... and other things ... to feel if everything is ... still all right?" Dorothy was hungry to make love again. Her invitation thrilled me. She turned further toward me and drew her right knee up closer to me. She fluffed her skirt to tease me with sexy glimpses of her sweet tummy and navel and the divine curve of her feminine hips. Her lovely, feminine, soft thighs were open to invite me to the center of her sexual hunger. I ran my hand up the inside of her leg and traced the lace of her stocking with my fingers. My hand smoothed up to caress the soft curves of her hips and tummy. My fingers trailed through her moist labia and down her thigh again. She put her lips on mine and murmured, "Does my ... lace ... feel alright?"

"Mmmmm, your ... lace ... feels wonderful. It's very beautiful and delicate ... and ... everything feels moist ... and lovable," I replied to her flirtatiousness.

"Your finger strayed beyond my ... stockings, Lover. That wasn't lace that was ... moist and lovable."

"Hmm, imagine that!". I kissed her softly. "You're so warm and soft ... and your legs are so lovely ... so gorgeous. And your thighs are smooth ... and soft ... and near your precious loving place they're warm ... and creamy ... and feel very sexy."

Her voice was becoming breathy, "Uhnn, when your loving hands are feeling ... my softness there ... I feel very ... sexy." She hugged her inner thighs around my hand and flexed her vulva. She sighed as they opened again.




Affair of the Trainee & the Manager Ch. 02



I ran my hand up her leg again and lovingly stroked her beautiful thighs up to her hips and between her legs into her crotch where she was warm and damp. When I reached her pussy again, my fingers traced lightly over the puffiness of her vulva. Two fingers slipped into her. I sighed into her lips, "Your gorgeous inner thighs lead to the most beautiful ... warm ... loving place."

Her eyes were closed and her lips were brushing mine, "I'm glad you like my legs ... and my ... loving place. I've been ... very oozy in my loving place ... ever since you were so bad ... under my skirt ... at work this afternoon." She covered my hand with hers and, flexing her vulva sensuously, gently encouraged my fingers in their adoring work. "Is the cum you squirted in me dribbling out, Sweetheart?"

I whispered back, "A little." She got a tissue from the glove box and wiped away the excess. When my fingers returned she was already moist again.

"Before I went to bed Friday night ... your sweet cum was still oozing onto my thighs ... you had cum in me so much ... and I licked some from my fingers ... and it tasted wonderful ... and it made me feel so close to you ... and I remembered how loving you had been." She found my anxious penis and began to gently stroke and caress.

I kissed her and murmured, "You made me cum so much, Darling."

She brought us back to the present with a kind of growl between kisses, "You just got harder and ... longer ... when you were feeling up my legs and talking about cumming in me." More soft kissing, "And when your fingers slipped into my pussy your hard penis twitched."

"If you're not careful you may get a surprise in your loving hand."

"Mm, I love to make you hard," she smiled into our kiss and then stretched her left leg partly across the seat which opened her thighs a little further and raised the knee to rest it against the seat back. Her legs now were widely open and welcoming, and her skirt raised higher, almost to mid-tummy. Her sensuous flexing increased. I could see the creamy flesh on her soft tummy, curving hips, and inviting thighs. Her inner thighs were flush where she had held me during our lovemaking. I could see her wet pubic hair, her clitoris poking out from the folds where it usually hides - begging for attention, and her passionate love lips shining with moisture and now making those luscious liquid sounds around my busy fingers. She was a vision of lusting, loving sexuality

"Honey," she murmured, "My pussy is feeling so loved ... and loving ... I hope my skirt isn't ... in your way."

Remembering the same words Friday night, I could hardly restrain myself, "It's not in my way ... and your sweet pussy is so beautiful." I kissed her cheek and she raised her lips to mine for a liquid kiss. "Your legs and thighs are so inviting, Darling. I love to look at them and caress them ... and I love it when you're ... wet. Your pussy is so wet ... and I'm looking at it and loving it with my eyes and wanting it. It's so very beautiful ... You're very beautiful. I can see my fingers slipping into your pink love lips ... Are my fingers hurting you?"

"Lover, you know they're not," she sighed into my lips and pushed her pussy into my hand. Then she whispered, "When I lift my skirt so you can see my thighs ... and ... my dripping pussy, I feel ... hungry for you. And I love to feel you get harder - and longer - when you're ... when you're feeling up my legs and my pussy ... and loving it with your fingers ... and I know that ... pretty soon ... you'll make love to my pussy ... with your lips and with this wonderful, hard penis that feels so warm and eager in my hands."

She caressed my erection firmly and we kissed with hunger. Our breathing was rapid. Dorothy fondled my naked stiffness while we kissed. "Uhnn, your wonderful ... hard cock," a sighing whisper, "I dreamt all weekend about all our sweet fucking ... and how wonderful it felt ... to have this loving cock ... sliding deep into me ... and making me feel so full." I knew my sweet lover was in deep lust when she murmured such words on my lips. As we kissed and nuzzled my fingers teased her clitoris. Her outer labia were puffy and swollen and she was flowing wet when my fingers again slid through those luscious lips and into her vagina. She broke our kiss momentarily to watch my hand while I fingered her. She thrust into the rhythm and returned to kiss me and then muffled a cry, "Uhhngg, that feels so ... nice ... put another ... finger in me ... Oohhhh! Ahnnnngghhh! ... Darling ... another!" and she kissed me passionately and screamed into the kiss as her clitoris, which now protruded far beyond its secret place, nuzzled into my palm while my fingers loved her flowering vagina. She was cumming.

I murmured into our kissing, "Your pussy feels so warm and loving and wet." When her orgasm subsided I brought my fingers to my lips and licked some of her love nectar from them ... I put the fingers to her lips and she sucked one into her mouth - humming. 

"Mmmmm, I can taste the cum you squirted in me. You make me feel so ... sexy ... when you lift my skirt ... and love me like this. My pussy is loving you." Then she looked down at my penis and said, "You're so hard and warm and the head is so big," and she bent down and kissed the head and caressed it briefly with her gently sucking lips. She lifted her head and we kissed while she cupped my scrotum and continued to caress and fondle. My penis twitched with every caress. We both were so erotically excited that our breathing was shallow and rapid. "Uhmmm, you're throbbing and twitching, Darling," and she bent to take the head between her gently sucking lips again. When she raised up she breathed, "A little of your ... cum ... squeezed into my mouth," and she sighed. She kissed me and then murmured into more kisses, "All weekend I thought about how it felt ... when you put your hard penis in me and ... how wonderful it was ... and so many times ... we did it ... so many times ... between my legs ... you were in me ... fucking me ... and how I wanted you to ... we even ... in my driveway ... Mmmmm, fucking you 'good night' was so much better than just kissing you good night ... I've never made love like that before. I've never wanted to. Oh, Darling I'm so hot for you!"

I whispered, "Darling, I want to kiss your soft thighs and feel them against my cheeks ... and I want to ... suck and lick your beautiful pussy ... and nibble on your clitoris ... until you come again ... on my lips."

She sighed with love, "There are no panties to take off, Darling. My legs are open for you ... and you can suck on me ... and I'll come on your lips ... and I'll spread my legs wide ... so you can put your wonderful ... cock ... in me ... and make love to me ... and cum in me ... and make me cum again." She and I were both breathing very hard and feverishly kissing one another. "You make me cum ... so much ... whenever you love me ... with your fingers ... and your lips ... and your wonderful cock .... Mmmm, Darling, ... suck me ... and fuck me."

We reluctantly separated for a moment while she sat up. We found it difficult to keep our hands off one another and even as we moved about she reached to fondle me and brush my lips with hers. My hands cupped and cradled her soft breasts and I bent to kiss them.

Her hands moved from my penis and helped me cup them to offer swollen aureola and erect nipples to my mouth. I held my hands under hers and kissed and sucked each breast in turn and kissed the deep crevice between them to rub their cushions against my cheeks.

One of her hands returned to my erection and the other held my head to her. I cupped her generous, softly hanging breasts in my hands and sucked the puckering, saucy nipples. My loving hands couldn't quite contain the sweet melons. They were pert and pendulant and beautiful and jiggled and swayed when we moved.

My cheeks remained resting on her breasts. She lay her right leg in my lap. My hands moved to the soft flesh of the upper thigh and my eyes gazed longingly at her naked and very beautiful glistening pussy. 

She gasped breathily, "I can see you're eyes, Darling. They're caressing ... my dripping ... very ... hungry pussy."

"My eyes are hungry for you ... just as my hands hunger to feel you. And my eyes are caressing your beautiful pussy." I moved to kneel in front of her while she squirmed to the edge of the seat to present herself. My hands smoothed up her thighs into the creases on either side of her labia and I bent my head down to kiss her thigh and lightly brush her nether lips. She moaned and held my head - gently flexing her groin. I responded by sucking each of her labia between my lips and laving them with my tongue before licking through the slick channel to her liquid vagina.

She was now leaning partly toward her side of the seat. I raised my eyes to hers, blew her an air kiss, and moved so that she could put her right leg behind me against the seat. She blew me a kiss in return and sent her silent message of love and lust with molten eyes. Her hands drifted to her thighs on either side of her lovely vulva and her fingers gently parted the petals of her flower in offering. Her eyes glowed with affectionate lust. I lay down with my head between her thighs and my lips on her vulva. Her labia were shiny with moisture. She had opened her legs and labia so wide that I could see the oozing love nectar. With my arms under her thighs holding her bottom cheeks to me I immersed my face in her and licked the luscious offering. The scent and taste were fresh and rich and earthy. She held my head with her hands and hugged her thighs around my cheeks. She opened her thighs again and pushed into my lips. I brought one hand to her pussy to insert my thumb into her vagina while my lips sought her proudly erect and protruding clitoris. She began thrusting harder and her tummy quaked and her thighs shivered. Her breasts quivered as they lay. She leaned her head back and uttered a high-pitched moan as her orgasm consumed her.

In a feathery voice she sighed, "Im cumming! Ooh, Darling ... Oooohhh! ... Uhhmmmaahhhnnnnmmm!"

I continued to lick and suck and finger her until she relaxed and smiled affectionately down at me. Then I gave her pussy lips a final kiss and raised up to tongue her navel and finally to kiss her sweet mouth.

"Your lips and cheeks are wet." She began kissing the wet away. "I was watching you loving me ... I can tell how much you love my pussy ... the way you look at me ... and caress me ... and kiss and lick and suck on me. When I know that you think my thighs and my tummy and my pussy are beautiful ... it makes me feel so sexy ... I get wet ... and feel so affectionate ... and I want to fuck so much. Mmmm, Darling ..."

"You taste wonderful ... and your ... pussy is so warm and luscious. It's beautiful ... and soft ... and puffy with desire. And your creamy, soft thighs seem to lead my hands ... and my eyes ... and my mouth ... up to feast on your sweet lips." Then I brushed my lips on hers with soft affection and quietly said, "I do adore your lovely thighs and precious loving place ... but most of all ... I adore you." I kissed her softly and deeply.

She replied softly, "Thank you, Sweet Love ... and I adore you." She kissed me lushly and hugged me in her thighs, and could feel my excited penetrator poke against her. "Uhnnn ... I feel you."

"I'm so stiff again ... I love being with you ... never enough."

"My Precious Flower ... wants to be fertilized, Darling." My erection was twitching against her thigh. She reached down and softly grasped it. "Oh, God, you're so hard - I want you in me ... but ... Honey, she sighed, my skirt ... Please push it way up. When we're loving ... I want to look down and see your ... cock, ... when it's fucking in and out ... of me. Oh, I'm so hot for you - please! Put your loving cock in my loving pussy!" Our erotic state made the coarse words exciting.

I looked out the car windows to be sure we wouldn't be receiving unwelcome visitors. She moved to lay all the way down on the seat and raised her bum while I slid her skirt up. She opened her legs wider, grasped my erection and pulled it toward her pussy as I lay down on top of her. It eagerly slid through her slurping lips. They were moist and slippery and flowered open. She was nearly naked. Her blouse and bra were laying open. Her wondrous breasts were pert but softly relaxed to each side - nipples stiff. Her skirt was bunched at her waist. She was irresistible in her garter belt and shear stockings. Her creamy thighs were spread wide and welcoming me and her hands were on my arms and shoulders waiting to pull me closer. Our eyes locked in a loving gaze when I drove deeply into her. She gasped when I lunged and pulled me down to kiss while we lay quietly united. Soon I pulled out part way to tease her outer lips before plunging back in. Her pelvis raised up to meet me.

"Darling, let me see." I raised up with my arms extended. She raised her head and watched me disappear into her loving place. I drove in as far as I could until our pelvic bones met. I slowly eased out until just my head was inside and then slid in and out in little short, rotating strokes, making delicious squishing sounds. "Your cock looks so ... stiff ... and long ... and loving when it ... fucks in and out of me like this. My pussy lips are stretching and hugging around you. Mmmm, look how shiny wet I'm making you. You're making my pussy feel so nice. I'm oozing. It feels warm and full and loving when your cock is deep inside." She looked up at me with a kiss on her lips. I leaned down to touch her lips with mine and resumed the delicate loving of her sweet flower. We each were slipping into a deeply passionate state of lust. "You're loving cock ... is teasing my loving cunt ... so nice ... Ohh ... Uhhhh ... Oh ... Uhhh." Dorothy's vulva was flexing into me with perfect rhythm. "Uhmm ... Uhmm ... Uhmm ...Darling ... fuck me ... fuck me hard ... Oh, God, ... you feel ... so good ... in me," she grunted in rhythm. Our lips met momentarily but soon we were cheek-to-cheek so that we could gasp for air. Her whimper in my ear was breathless, "I'm cumming ... and cumming ... I can't stop ... Oh, Darling ... Ooohhh ..." I drove and squirmed and circled and wiggled into her until I knew my moment was at hand. She grunted in reply when she met every thrust. I could feel her thighs quivering and her tummy shivering. That was all I could stand. I buried my hard, ecstatic penis as deeply as it would go and went rigid against her while my spasm drained my love into her. She muffled a whining scream into my neck.

I cushioned myself on my elbow and lay partly beside her. I was still buried in her velvet glove and was quietly sucking on the nearest nipple. "Darling, you're so beautiful and so loving and exciting - I hope I didn't cum too soon. I just couldn't hold out any longer. You're warm and wet - you feel wonderful ... your pussy swallows me ... your thighs hug me ... your beautiful legs are around me ... your eyes and lips tell me how you feel."

"Honey, you made me cum so hard! I wanted you to cum in me! I wanted you to squirt in me. I could feel the head of your cock grow and throb when you started to squirt. ... It felt wonderful ... and now I'm all wet and squishy from both of us ... You've pumped your wonderful creamy juice into me three times ... I feel so full of you ... It's wonderful." She squirmed under me and hugged me closer as we kissed. She whispered, "Please stay in me. I like the feel of you ... inside me." We cuddled and kissed and I sucked and fondled her soft breasts. "Mmm, Darling Sweetheart, I shouldn't tell you this, but I'm hungry to make love with you ... almost all the time," we were kissing wetly and her vagina was squeezing me, "ever since you first made love to me Friday night." More kisses, "I wanted to make love endlessly then, ... and every time I think about you during the day ... I get tingly ... and wet - I close my eyes and imagine you deep in me. When you loved me ... at work today ... I wished you could push me against the counter and ... take me."

Still half-hard and buried in her moist warmth I rested with her - smoothing a hand up and down her hip and leg and fondling her breasts. "I'm glad I'm not the only one with the problem. I had erections dozen of times over the weekend - and twice at work today. And once in the middle of the super market. When I think about you ... I lose track of everything else. All I can think of is making love to you ... how I adore you and how warm I feel when we're together ... and how incredibly beautiful you are. I think about my hands feeling up your legs and caressing you and squeezing and loving your sweet breasts ... and how your eyes send me sweet messages when your legs open for me ... and how wonderful it feels when you take my penis into your loving pussy. I feel like a teenager - I make a tent in my trousers at very inappropriate times. I daydream about your beautiful, open thighs and the luscious, loving lips between them."

"Uhmm, I'm glad you like to fuck me so much," Dorothy whispered sexily in my ear, "My pussy is very happy right now." She hugged me with her thighs and thrust gently against me.

I continued to murmur with her nipple in my lips, "I get hard when I think about fucking you," I sucked and nibbled, "and I get hard when I think about kissing ... and sucking ... and nibbling between your legs ... with your thighs hugging my cheeks."

"Oh, Lover," she moaned, "that's the other thing that makes me wet and squishy. When you took my panties off at the office today, I knew you shouldn't ... but I couldn't resist. I wanted you to kiss up my thighs and suck my clitoris ... and lick the honey from my vagina." Her tummy and thighs shivered, "Uhmm, just talking about it with your sweet penis resting in me gives me little cums."

I couldn't help but push into her softly. I felt her tiny shivers.

"Mmmmmm, Honey, you're still hard."

"I'm so hungry for you. I'm in heaven when we're making love. I've never stayed hard like this before ... or cum more than once before." I kissed her cheek and nose and mouth. "You made me cum six times Friday night ... and three times already tonight."

Looking into my eyes she said quietly, "I'm glad. I'm hungry for you. I've never cum like this before either. I've never felt this loving before. I have no idea how many times you made me cum - dozens. It was wonderful. I want to make you cum in me again. And I want to feel you ... fucking deep ... far up inside ... where my vagina caresses and loves you," she sighed as she kissed me softly, wetly and passionately. Her pussy began flexing rhythmically up and down my hardness. She liked whispering all those forbidden words. So did I.

I wanted to rest a moment more but my determined pelvis couldn't remain still and slowly moved and squirmed against her. In the quiet between us the gentle squishing sound of her gushing pussy lips caressing my squirming penis was an erotic catalyst.

"Darling, my stiff penis wants to fuck you again."

"You're fucking me already, Lover. My pussy feels sooooo goooood." And then, after more kisses and thrusting, "Darling, your seat reclines. If you push the button on the side you can lay back ... and let me ... do it to you," her voice was sweet but sultry.

"I can't do this without withdrawing from you," I murmured.

"Only for a moment. Ohh! Hear my pussy lips squish and slurp. They're kissing you and telling you to hurry. I'll put you back in ... and make you feel soooo goood."

I reluctantly rose up from her and searched for the button. When the seat had reclined, I lay back and held my arms out for her. Dorothy reclined her side, looked out the windows just as I had and then straddled my hips to join me on our loving-bed. Her breasts jiggled and swayed over me and hung toward my waiting mouth. She let me suck and fondle and feed on her, hanging first one and then the other breast over my avid lips. I took each one, in turn, in both hands and firmly and lovingly squeezed and pulled it. Dorothy moaned and sighed until I sucked and nibbled and sweetly pinched each nipple in my lips. 




Affair of the Trainee & the Manager Ch. 03



It was a week since the beginning of our infatuation. Well, it was a week since the staff bowling outing. 'Infatuation' may not be the right word because we had not only an incredibly strong attraction for one another, but I sensed affection and thoughtfulness in our brief relationship. We each were showing compassionate concern for the other's circumstances - trying not to put stress on the marital situations and respecting each other's professional position. I suppose, to be perfectly honest, at this point in our relationship pheromone magnetism and animal lust could well have been all that was drawing us together. But I had strong feelings of tenderness for Dorothy, and I thought I sensed tender affection from her. If it was pure lust it was wonderful.

A good deal of restraint was required, especially during the work day. The sexual attraction was nearly overpowering - the pheromones seemed to be working overtime, all the time - but I was a mere bank management trainee trying to get through the branch teller segment of the training program and Dorothy was a member of management at the branch. Neither of us wanted to jeopardize the other's reputation and career.

Looking back, the episode in my teller station Monday afternoon had been impulsive and risky, but since then we had been very careful about our behavior during the work day.

On this Friday morning an elderly lady had come to my window to have me update the interest in her savings passbook. When I returned it to her she looked at the older entries and questioned a withdrawal posted a year ago. She said she couldn't remember taking any money out. It was the only withdrawal ever made from the account. I told her I couldn't look it up right away but that I'd find the withdrawal slip and call her. She could come in and look at it whenever she liked. A little later it was slow, so I decided to look for her withdrawal but didn't know where the branch kept its old records. Dorothy was passing my station. Our eyes met and sent knowing messages and I asked her where I should look.

In a friendly but business-like tone she replied, "Everything's in storage boxes on shelves in the basement." Then her tone subtly softened and her eyes sent a momentary message of affection, "Let me know if you have trouble finding it."

I went to the basement and found a maze of storage shelves neat but crowded with hundreds of boxes. I knew I could find what I was looking for eventually but, in the interest of expedience (and perhaps subconsciously wanting another opportunity for a moment with the object of my affection), I went back upstairs to ask Dorothy for further guidance. I found her at her desk in the customer service area. "Excuse me," I said respectfully, "there's a lot of stuff down there. Can you tell me approximately what section of the area I should look in?"

"Sure, Alex. Here ..." She began sketching a rough map and then stopped. "It's pretty quiet in the lobby right now. I can show you more quickly than I can explain. I'll be right down - I have to make a stop on the way." Her eyes were bright and she masked a playful smile.

I went back to the basement. A few minutes later she came down the stairs. I was near the bottom when she started down and couldn't resist the temptation of looking at her stunning legs as they descended - of course, from below I could see up her skirt a little - just barely to her stocking tops. Every little glimpse of Dorothy's shapely legs and thighs thrilled me - partly because they were so beautiful, and partly because I knew that luring me with enticing exposures of her forbidden fruits was sexually stimulating for her. Because of the shared chemistry of our mutual lust, it seemed that when one of us became sexually excited the other became instantly receptive.

I could see only her stocking tops but my memory and imagination were filling in the blanks. Her knees were beautifully sculpted, the curves and tone of her calves were hypnotic, her ankles were slender and perfect, and her feet were feminine and graceful. Her thighs weren't heavy, but they were invitingly rounded in feminine softness. The inner thighs were baby smooth and where they met her precious flower their soft, pillowy curves lured me to the warm, loving place they protected. Her outer thighs curved elegantly to her full, sensual hips.

My lustful gaze and distraction into fantasy didn't go unnoticed. Dorothy sensed the effect her display was having on me. "Tsk, tsk, tsk! You're a lecher." Her impish smile teased me.

"Sometimes I try to resist ... but rarely succeed." I took her hand politely to help her down the last few steps.

She squeezed my hand, puckered her lips to send me a little kiss, and said quietly, "Mmmmm, I really don't want you to succeed. It's nice to be able to tell when you're interested." During our week-old affair Dorothy had learned to her surprise how sexually exciting it was to entice me with her playful exposures, how quick and dependable my reactions were, and the further excitement she enjoyed watching the evidence of her effect on me growing in my trousers.

"Which is whenever I'm near you." I let go of her hand. We were alone and quite isolated down in the basement, but aware none-the-less that others weren't far away. I didn't know how frequently people came to the basement but I knew neither of us wanted to be discovered holding hands ... or kissing, so I decided to cool-it and stick to business and let Dorothy guide our behavior.

Her eyes met mine in a warm smile, "Me too." She sent me another kiss and added, "When I feel your eyes traveling up my legs I get ... those feelings." She touched my elbow and squeezed. We moved away from the stairs, "I think what we're looking for will be back here." She walked ahead of me and led us toward the other end of the basement. The subtle changes in her feminine walk, her inviting sway of hip, and flirtatious thrust of pelvis, made it evident that she had something other than business on her mind. She turned into one of the side aisles of tall, stacked shelves and just before switching on an overhead light fixture she kissed my cheek and lips softly. We were holding hands again. Then we started to read box labels. I began scanning labels on the upper shelves and she started on the lower shelves. She bent lower and lower reading labels until, finally, she was crouching with one knee on the floor and the other foot on the floor with the knee high and pushing her skirt up in her lap. A glance told me that I could see up her skirt again, between her legs to the creamy skin above her stockings. I could see all of the underside of the raised thigh to a little of her bottom cheek. I quickly looked away, but not quickly enough.

"Mmmmm, I feel your eyes." Her tone was playful and warm - maybe even inviting, "You're making me tingle." She made no move to cover herself.

"Mmmm hmmmm, you're gorgeous."

"Thank you, Lover." And then, "I may have found the box we're looking for. Why don't you come down and ... help me with it?" I knelt down on both knees. Dorothy didn't change her position and by the time I had knelt down she had raised her skirt further and opened her thighs just a bit so that I could see her sweet vulva. At first I thought the dark triangle might be her panty crotch - but my second, more longing glance assured me it was her pubic hair! In low, suggestive tones, "You'll have to come a little closer to ... help me, Darling." I inched closer and she reached to touch my cheek and beckoned me closer to her yet. Finally we met in a soft kiss - lightly touching lips - mouths slightly open - breathing becoming a little more rapid. She whispered into our kissing, "If I didn't want you to look, I would have knelt facing the other way." She could read my mind.

"When you let me see you ... like this ... I'm very distracted."

She sucked on my tongue, "Am I making something get stiff?" A hand tested the front of my trousers.

"Very." I caressed the inside of a leg up to the bare skin above her stocking. "Your thigh is soft and smooth."

"Is that all, Lover?"

"Your legs are so beautiful ... and I think I saw your ..."

"My what?"

"Your luscious ... precious loving place."

"Umm hmmmmm." She reached in the sleeve of her dress and brought out her panties. "Honey? Would you put these in your pocket? I took them off before I came down ... just in case." She brought her lips to mine and hummed a sigh as our tongues found each other. I tucked my sweet exhibitionist's panties away in my hip pocket.

"Just in case ... what?"

She whispered, "Just in case you want to ... fuck me."

"You're reading my mind." Finally both hands were loving one thigh and hip. Looking at and feeling Dorothy's legs and thighs always thrilled me and surged the blood in my head and then ... my groin. They were utterly beautiful and wonderful to caress - smooth, soft, warm, compelling. The stockings were smooth over the sensual curves, and above the stockings was the soft baby flesh of those rounded inner thighs - warmly inviting caresses toward Dorothy's waiting sexual portal. The sense that she was inviting the adventures of my eyes and hands and that the flames of her lust were fanned when I indulged in the offered loveliness under her skirt excited me and fanned my hunger. She knew I couldn't resist her - and when I showed signs that her amorous lures were having the desired effect, the honey of her own sex began to flow. She loved to lure me and arouse me.

"Mmmmmmm, your hands feel wonderful," lips still brushing, breathing heavier, "I'm so glad you like my ... loving place. I've felt like a starving nun these past two days." Dorothy's caressing hand squeezed my hard penis and confirmed the extent of her effect on me. When she realized how very aroused I was she said, "Oh, God, you're so stiff. I'm glad I had time to come down and ... help you." More caresses and squeezes followed.

Still with brushing lips becoming more feverish, "I'm glad you're here. I've been so hungry for you." More kisses, "I'm losing interest in searching the boxes."

"Then maybe you could ... be nice to my loving place, Darling ... it feels cool without my panties ... you can help me keep warm ... and make me feel like I'm not a nun anymore." Dorothy's hands were back at the front of my trousers working on the zipper. My hands left the one leg and caressed up the other until one hand caressed her soft, round bum and the other cupped her enticing vulva. She hummed into our lips, "Mmmmmmmmmm, Honey, my pussy is feeling better already ... and I've found a very stiff penis." Luscious kisses and then, "I know what you've found ... the dripping pussy of your lover ... who is very much in heat."

Breathlessly I murmured back, "Mm hmm. A very warm ... and deliciously moist ... pussy." My fingers traced her labia and fiddled with the budding clitoris they found just above her warm dampness. I couldn't resist - two fingers slipped through Dorothy's moist love lips into her vagina. "Mmmm, you luscious creature."

"Mmmmmmm. Uhhnnnn. I'm getting so... tingly, Honey." Holding the hem of her skirt high, she rose up from the floor with thighs open and thrust her pussy repeatedly into my hand. I stayed on my knees, coaxed one thigh to rest on my shoulder, and pulled her closer until my lips found her clitoris. In a few moments she moaned, flexed her vulva into me wantonly, and held my mouth against her pussy while she thrilled through a beautiful orgasm. After a moment or two she recovered and whispered, "I'm so glad I took my panties off." She held my head close to her thighs and tummy - sighing and quieting from her thrill. Finally she whispered, "Oh, Honey, maybe we'd better look for the withdrawal slip ... just for a minute."

I was in a state of suspended passion but thought again that I'd better let Dorothy set the pace and began to stuff my stiff and aching penis back in my trousers.

"No, Darling!" Her lips were on mine again and she took hold of my penis. "Please don't put this beautiful cock away." We seemed torn between business and pleasure. "Just help me look for the right box." Obviously, Dorothy also was in a state of suspended passion. Neither of us could decide whether 'to do or not to do'.

I sensed that, although much aroused, she wasn't sure how involved we should get. I caressed up her legs once more, stooped to kiss her warm thigh, and finally pulled the box out. We began to search through it. Dorothy explained, "See, each day's deposits and withdrawals are wrapped with a strap and the date is stamped on it." We skipped to the last pack in the box. "Oh, phooey! This ends the week before the one we need. The next box is on the top shelf of the next row. We'll need the ladder." She replaced the box while I fetched the ladder from the next aisle.

I felt a little ... exposed. While I moved the ladder, my lusting penis was wagging in front of me. Dorothy watched intently ... eyes rarely straying from the object of her passion. It brushed the ladder a couple of times. "Oh! Careful, Darling." She stepped closer and couldn't resist taking me in her hands again - to protect me, of course. "We don't want to hurt this wonderful lover. I'd better kiss and make it better." She caressed and then stooped to kiss and nurse me for a moment. "There is that better?"

"Mmmmm, much." I pushed gently between her lips a couple of times while my hands cupped under her heavy breasts. Even through dress and bra they felt wonderful. I squeezed gently. She hummed.

When she finished her ministrations I put the ladder in place. She was still holding my hardness when I started to climb.

She put her hand on my arm and said, "No, wait, I'll go up. If you fell I couldn't catch you, but if I fall you can probably catch me." Her fingers still held my stiff penis. I hesitated. She moved a little closer and seemed to raise her lips. I put my arm around her and drew us together. Our lips were lushly kissing in an instant and the rapid breathing quickly returned. With an arm around her waist and the other under her skirt cupping her soft, round bum I held her against me. Her hand slipped between us, raised her skirt in front, and caressed and held my penis against the skin of her soft tummy. Into our lips she murmured, "You're so hard, Darling, and you're leaking into my hand."

"It never stops." We both were breathless. She brought her hand to her lips to savor my offering.

"Mmmmmm, I'm glad. I love it when I make you hard." After a few more moments of kissing and snuggling she said, "You'd better ... steady me ... while I'm on the ladder." Her eyes were lustful - inviting, and I knew why she insisted on going up the ladder.

"Um hmm." We broke apart and she started up. At first I held her waist - then I slipped my hands under her skirt to steady the naked curves of her hips and thighs - and finally her knees. 

"Mmmmm, your hands feel ... so strong ... steady me ... as much as you like, Darling." I looked at the attractive dimples behind her knees and ran a hand over them. Naturally, I could see up her skirt nearly to her naked pussy. With both hands I caressed up one leg and then the other being especially affectionate at the top of each inner thigh and "accidentally" brushing her moist labia with the side my hand. "Mmmmmmm," she moaned and squeezed my hand in her thighs.

"I've found the box. Here, take it from me." She pulled it nearly all the way out and I reached up and got it. "I'll hold onto the shelf while you put it down. Then you can help me get down." I set the box down and returned to steady her. She took the first step slowly and, as she moved down, my hands moved up - under her skirt again. "Oh, Darling, are my ... stockings alright?"

"Your stockings ... and lovely thighs feel wonderful."

"Your hands feel wonderful - I had a terrible time concentrating on looking for the box." She twisted around and sent me a kiss and a molten glance that seemed to say she wanted my hands on more of her ... again. "Darling, you'd better see if ... everything ... is all right ... without my panties."

"Mm yes." I lifted her skirt and leaned forward and kissed both cheeks of her beautifully rounded derriere and snaked a hand between her thighs to cup and caress her moist vulva. The honey of her love drenched my fingers. I brought them to my lips.

She was breathless. Her voice was a gasping whisper, "Darling, I think I need some more kissing ... in front. Help me turn around." My hands lovingly "steadied" her over soft cheeks in back and her groin and rounded feminine tummy in front. "Oh, your penis looks so stiff ... and the end is so red." She was staring at my eager erection standing out through the fly of my trousers. Her lips were slack and she had that wonderful look of lust and passion in sultry eyes. "Lift my skirt up ... so I can hold it for you." I lifted her skirt a little more. "Is my pussy wet?"

"Mm, very." My lips were in the crease of her groin beside her love lips, "I can smell your perfume."

She held her skirt. My hands were feeling and caressing her thighs and hips and loving her vulva. My fingers glanced over her clitoris. "Oh!" She flexed her hips. "Ever since you loved me like you do ... like this," her thighs trembled, "I put perfume around my pussy ... just for you."

"I love it," We both were becoming breathless. I thought I might explode. "Your pussy lips are pink and beautiful, and your clitoris is sticking out so far. Your vagina is oozing so much it's beginning to leak down your leg." She opened her thighs by placing one foot on an adjacent shelf. I tongued the honey from her thigh and buried my face in her vulva to kiss and suck the moisture from her vaginal lips. "And your pussy is still swollen ... I think it wants more attention." I wiped the drops of her love from my chin.

"Oh, Alex! Lot's more. Please help me down ... so I can be closer to you ... much closer." She sent me a kiss through puckered lips and breathed, "I want to be ... so very close. I have a warm place for you." Her passion had overcome her caution - my stiff penis now was the central focus of her lust.

"All I can think about ... is slipping into your luscious warmth!"

"Yes, please slip into me!"

I unbuckled my pants, and let them drop to the floor and pushed my shorts down. I unbuttoned my shirt at the bottom and opened it. She held her skirt high and I put my hands on her naked hips. She flexed her groin in slow, inviting undulations. Her labia were glistening and puffy. Her avid clitoris was extended stiffly out of its folds. I kissed and sucked and feathered it before I lowered her. She was moaning with lust. Her feet never touched the floor. Instead, I crushed her to me and, with her legs hugging around my waist as she slid down, her labia and clitoris mushed down over my tummy. My very stiff and thrilling penis slipped into her very wet and hungry vagina as though it had no other place to go. Dorothy was exquisitely impaled. 

"There, Darling, ... is that close enough?"

She kissed my neck and gasped, "Oh, Lover, ... that's ... Uhhnngh! Oh, God! ... That's wonderful." I was up in her to my root. I could feel my glans nudging her cervix. Her clitoris was happily crushed against my pubis. "Mmnn ... mmnn ... ", she muffled moans of passion with her lips on my neck.

Even as I shuffled toward the nearest wall she was wiggling and undulating. Before I was half way there she moaned through her first orgasm.

When I reached the wall I pressed her into it, supported her with my hands under her bum, and fucked up into her warm, luscious, loving glove. We had to be quiet with people working above us but I couldn't suppress gasping grunts of joyous effort and Dorothy muffled into my lips, "Uhnn ... uhnn ... Oh ... Alex ... unh ... I ... love it ... when you ... fuck ... me ... uhnn ... uhn ... so ... hard ... Oh! ... Daaaarrrlliinnnnng." And she came again when she felt me swell inside her and felt the first pulses of my spasm.




Affair of the Trainee & the Manager Ch. 03



When we quieted into a glow I withdrew and her feet found the floor. My hands stayed on her soft backside holding us close. Her hand was sandwiched between us holding my half-hard penis lovingly against her bare tummy. Our kissing was still luscious. She murmured, "I've missed being with you, Darling. My pussy gets lonesome for you. It's been so long since I've had you in me." It had been two days since our last private time together after work. Our intensity of lust, passion, and affection, made two days seem like an eternity. Our lips were still touching, "Do you have to go home right after work tonight?"

"No. I can call with an excuse. Do you have to go right home?"

"No. Jim will be at the store until eleven. I'm still so hungry!" She went on teasing with batting eyelashes, "I don't feel quite so much like a nun anymore, but I need some more of your loving to make the feeling really go away."

"Mmmm, I hope it takes a lot more loving. I get hard just thinking about you." I pushed my stiffness harder into her hand and tummy. "I'll wait for you at our special place."

"I'll be there as soon as I can." She caressed her hand over the source of her recent joy. "Mmmmmmmm. I made you all wet." She bent and took me in her mouth to suck and lave our love juices away. She helped me with my shorts and trousers - then she put it away for me and zipped me up. "You're rock hard already, Sweetheart!" she whispered, "God, I can hardly wait!" I knelt before her and returned the loving service. Her pubic hair tickled my nose. I licked and sucked away the rich mixture of both our juices from her labia and vaginal opening. "Thank you, Lover." Her vulva gently flexed into me.

"You're welcome, ... you're getting moist again. Do you want to put your panties back on?" I took them out of my pocket.

"No, I'll just soak them. Will you keep them for me? I'll keep some tissues handy and promise to be careful about sitting and crossing my legs and bending over ... except when I'm near you."

"I adore you." I put her panties back in my pocket.

We found the withdrawal slip and this time I went up the ladder to replace the box. She couldn't look up my pants but she did take liberties while she "steadied" me. We kissed one last time and went back upstairs.

Every once in a while during the rest of the day I fingered the sexy panties in my hip handkerchief pocket and relived the wonderful reason they were there. Once, when I went to the john, I took them out and inhaled the rich, compelling scents of Dorothy's loving place and perfume. In the middle of the afternoon she made a rare visit to my teller station to tell me with great disappointment showing in her eyes that she had to work later than usual tonight and that she'd probably be too late for me to have a reasonable excuse at home. She explained that an unexpected branch management meeting had been called for after work. All management staff were to attend but someone had to remain behind to balance the branch and get the closing documents to a pickup point at another branch. Since she was lower in rank than our other management staff, she 'volunteered'. We looked at each other with compassion and sympathy and the unmistakable sadness of disappointed love. With people everywhere we couldn't touch or say the things we wanted to.

Late in the afternoon the managers began to look like they were getting ready to leave for the meeting. The senior officer surprised me when he came to my station. I thought to myself, "Oh, no! I must have done something really stupid this time." Instead he praised the way I was catching on to branch operations, in spite of my mediocre performance of teller duties. Then he explained about the managers' meeting. I acted as though I knew nothing about it. Then surprise of all surprises! He asked me if I would stay and help the manager who was remaining behind. I could work on the branch statement and learn more about its accounting basics. He also explained that the manager who I would be helping was Dorothy, and he thought it important that a man stay with her until she was finished and accompany her when she delivered the document bag to the pickup point. He felt she shouldn't be alone in the branch building after hours and shouldn't make the delivery trip alone in the dark of night. I sincerely agreed, thanked him for the learning opportunity, and agreed to work late.

As soon as he left my station I called home and explained the situation to Constance. She said she'd go ahead and eat and probably go to a movie with a friend - and that maybe I should get some dinner out before coming home. When I hung up I felt in my pocket for this morning's memento and a tingle ran through me. A little later Dorothy came by. We exchanged knowing looks of excitement at our unplanned good fortune and she spent a few minutes explaining what I should do when the branch closed. She left me the keys to the doors - one of my tasks would be to lock up after the customers left and then let the staff out as each of them finished their work. All the managers left shortly after.

When I had locked the doors after the last customer, I began the onerous task of balancing. I wasn't quite finished when I locked the door behind the last staff members - Bob and Jan! As I walked them to the door Bob said, "Tough luck, Old Man, having to work late with Dorothy" - his leering grin was rich. Jan kissed my cheek and whispered, "You'd better not take undue advantage of my best friend!"

I assured her, "I'll be good to her."

She quipped back with a smirk, "Mm hmm, I know you will."

It was getting dark outside. I went into the back work area to return the keys to Dorothy and let her know everyone had left. Without saying a word she turned, put her arms around my neck and gave me a hungry, searching kiss. I put my arms around her, found her soft, round bottom cheeks to hold her close and hungrily kissed her back. The luscious feeling of her flesh just beneath the fabric of her dress reminded me that her panties were in my pocket. My penis began rising against her tummy almost immediately. She wiggled into it a little and hummed, "I love when that happens." We broke apart, knowing we'd have lots of time in a little while, and wanting to get the work out of the way - first things first. "Are you almost balanced?"

"Um hmm, just a few dollars out. There are three or four things left to double check."

"We'd better turn all the branch lights off to discourage curiosity seekers or customers thinking we're still open. I'll turn them off back here and work with the counter lamp near the statement. Will you turn the lobby lights off?"

"Sure."

"Can you work with just the under-cabinet work light in your station?"

"Mm hmm." Without saying so, she was suggestively telling me that, without the regular lights, no one would see any affectionate goings-on that might ensue.

Her body language was becoming very sensual again with feminine pose of legs, angle of hip, and tilt of pelvis. She kissed my cheek and her soft tummy brushed against my obviously rising excitement. "Mmmmmm!" Her hand was on me again. She teased, "What are you thinking about that makes you so stiff, Lover?"

"How beautiful you are ... and how naked you are under your skirt and the wonderful things you do to my stiffness. What are you thinking about?"

"This," she squeezed, "and those wonderful things I love you to do to me with it. Oh, God, I'm getting so hot for you!" She flexed hungrily into me. "Some of the sexy juice you squirted in me this morning leaked down my thigh a while ago. When I wiped them away I remembered how it felt when you ... squirted them into me."

I pulled us together. Our lips were feverish. "I want to be in your precious place ... and put some more in you."

"Lots more, let's hurry." We knew we had to get our work done and broke apart again. "If you're not balanced in a little while, I'll come out and help you - after I do a few things back here." I gave her hand a squeeze and headed out to my work station before I lost sight of the work I had yet to do.

While I worked my mind occasionally wandered and I reflected on how strong our lust was. Before Dorothy, I had rarely been able to have more than one orgasm in an evening and usually lost interest in further closeness; but with Dorothy I always felt very affectionate toward her after every orgasm and seemed to recover quickly and repeatedly. Also, I had never known anyone as avid as Dorothy. We seemed to turn each other on - very strongly. And she loved our loving so much that she came to orgasm very easily and could have one orgasm after another - almost endlessly. These experiences were unexpected, unexplained, totally mysterious and absolutely wonderful for each of us. Pheramones and chemistry.

I had balanced and was just tidying up when I heard behind me the smart click of Dorothy's high heels on the tile coming out of the back and approaching my station. She wasn't walking as quickly as usual and I visualized that inviting, sexy stride I had seen in the basement that signaled her rising lust. The thought gave me a twitch in my trousers. In a soft, intimate voice coming closer behind me she said, "Are you almost finished, Darling?" Her tone sounded affectionate, soft, and breathy.

"Almost ... " I turned to answer her and was transfixed. She was absolutely breathtaking. Her legs in heels were wondrously stunning and their gorgeous curves were softly sculpted in warm highlights and rich, deep shadows in the limited light of my work lamp. As she moved into its warm glow I could see the baby-soft fullness of her inner thighs above her nylons quivering with each step, and her luscious breasts softly swaying and gently bouncing like wonderful globes of jello - nipples puckered and eager - deep shadows between and beneath them. "I ... oh! Darling ... " I put my pencil down - and was instantly almost fully erect.

In her low, soft voice, "I've come out to ... help you."

She stepped onto the carpet in my station and moved close to me. Except for her nylons and garter belt, she wore NOTHING! Absolutely nothing! Her hands moved to cup her soft breasts and lift them toward me. With my hands on her hips pulling our groins together I bent and took first one and then the other nipple into my mouth - sucking, kissing, nibbling. Finally I put my arms around her and gloried in the feel of my hands on the skin of her warm body squirming urgently into me. She had a special way of blending her body into me so that I felt like we were melting together. Our open mouths merged and our breathing quickly became rapid. I mumbled into her lips, "You're so very beautiful." After more searching and merging of moist lips, "Are you chilly?"

Her gasping reply, "Not any more. But I've never felt more naked - right here in the middle of the bank. Being naked like this ... with you ... almost in public ... is making me feel very sexy." Her hands were busy with my belt and zipper and soon my trousers and shorts were around my ankles. With one arm around my neck and the other hand caressing my throbbing hardness against her tummy, she teased in a soft whimpering voice, "I lost my panties somewhere this morning ... I just don't have a thing to put on ... to keep my pussy warm ... and it's been dripping down my legs." Her lips and tongue were feverish on mine. Gasping into our kissing she went on, "My pussy is gushing for some reason ... and your wonderful, milky cum you squirted into me ... in the basement ... is oozing out ... Can you help me, Darling?"

"I'd love to help you, Sweetheart," I breathed into her lips, cupping a luscious, hanging breast in each hand - squeezing and caressing. I bent down again and sucked and nibbled and teased. Dorothy moaned and ground her pussy into my hip - caressing and pulling on my throbbing penis. I murmured into a nipple, "Your pussy is so beautiful, even if I could find your panties ... it would be a shame to cover it, Darling." Some more nibbling and sucking - and I teased her playfully, "Would you like me to look for your panties?"

"No, you tease. ... Uhn, suck harder. ... Pinch me!"

More sucking and nibbling, "Would you like to have your beautiful pussy licked ... and kissed ... and sucked?"

"Oh, Aaleexxx, ... suck me and kiss me ..." She rubbed her pussy on my hip, "I dabbed some more perfume on my thighs for you."

Dorothy was panting and I was almost gasping, "My penis is so hard ... after I've helped you with your pussy, I'll need something to make it ... feel better." I rose up from her nipples to brush her lips with mine.

"Oh, God, that's what I'm so hungry for. I've wanted you in me again ... ever since we did it in the basement. I can hardly wait to make you feel better ... and I want more of your cum in me."

With my hands still cupping her full, hanging breasts I lightly pinched the nipples in my fingers and used them to pull my Lover closer to me to keep our lips together. I put my arms around her and she squirmed her nakedness into me - mouths merging again - gasping in lust. She began to loosen my tie and unbutton my shirt. Soon I was as naked as she. With lips softly brushing she murmured, "I feel loving and sexy when I'm carrying your cum way up inside me."

I whispered back, "I feel so close to you ... and affectionate ... when I've emptied myself into you. I want to cum in you again."

"As often as you like, Darling ... I love you to fuck me."

Finally I stepped back and out of my trousers, put my hands under her arms and lifted her - turning - and helped her sit on the work surface of my teller counter. Her knees were almost at my chest level. The soft light of the work-lamp cast a warm glow on her stockinged legs and hanging breasts. She leaned back and parted her legs so that she could flex her vulva invitingly and open the petals of her love flower with her fingers. My hands lovingly caressed each leg from knee to naked thigh and finally her welcoming vulva where they stroked moist lips and feathered an excited clitoris. She whimpered sweetly, "This is all for you, Sweet Lover." The nylons were smooth and sensual. The flesh of her thighs was warm and inviting. The deep, earthy scent of her sexual state, the hint of her perfume, and the evidence of our earlier coupling were over-powering. She sighed and moaned and leaned forward to hang her breasts near my mouth. I hungrily cupped them and squeezed and caressed and buried my face in their deep valley, crushing her softness against my cheeks. Their pliant, yielding fullness felt wonderful. In between sucks and pinches of nipples with my lips I opened my mouth to devour as much of her as I could - in vain of course - her lovely, round melons nearly overflowed my cupping hands. She leaned back to flex her pussy again and thrust her breasts out in a teasing pose.

She let me open her legs wide to feast my eyes on her glistening labia and trace my fingers over the swollen lips and remarkably protruding clitoris. The dark pubic hairs framing her sexual wonders were wet and matted. Her swollen outer labia were flowered open and revealed the pink, wet inner labia leading to the entrance of her vagina. Her amazingly avid clitoris had extended itself an astonishing quarter inch beyond its prominent sheath. She was whimpering while gently thrusting her vulva. With one hand squeezing and loving a gorgeous breast I slipped two fingers through her swollen love lips into her oozing glove. Her voice was soft, pleading, loving, whispering, "Oh! Darling! Do you like my pussy? ... Uhn! My pussy lips are kissing your fingers ... Mmmm, your fingers are fucking me."

I was beside myself in lust. "I love your pussy, ... it's so very beautiful ... and it loves to kiss me ... and it's so hot and wet. ... I want your pussy lips to kiss my mouth."

"Oh, Darling ... please ... your mouth ... let me kiss and fuck your mouth." She thrust her pussy toward me. I lifted her legs over my shoulders and bent toward her. She opened her thighs wide and moved closer to the edge of the counter until my mouth engulfed her. She hugged her soft inner thighs around my cheeks and ears. My hands were on her hips holding her to me until she grasped my head. Then my hands reached up to caress the breasts I loved so much ... and that she loved to have squeezed and pinched and pulled. She flexed rhythmically into my lips. In moments she quivered and shook in ecstacy. I continued to suck and lick and love her beautiful pussy and feather and diddle her wondrous clitoris. Her nipples were stiff between my adoring fingers.

Dorothy's spasms rose and fell and rose again. Her hands gently held me to her flexing vulva and her soft thighs hugged me warmly and urgently while she fucked my mouth. She enveloped me so lushly that I could hardly breathe. After several minutes of undulating through a series of orgasms Dorothy began to relax her hands and thighs and I softened my loving to caresses of her breasts and gentle licks and kisses of her labia. When she seemed to be recovering I gave her pussy a few more kisses and carefully removed her legs from my shoulders - kissing each thigh as it withdrew. Her stockings rustled over the skin of my shoulders and arms. I thrilled at the beauty of her beckoning thighs, glistening labia, and her stiffly eager clitoris - still engorged and searching for more attention. Her half lidded, deep brown eyes were filled with molten lust, and her mouth was pouting with full, swollen, inviting, partly open lips. I gently cupped her breasts, lifted them, and very lightly pulled them until she bent toward me and brought her lips to mine. We kissed lushly and softly.

After several moments she murmured into my lips, "Darling, I feel so wonderful." ... more kissing, "But my pussy is so hot now. ... It wants to do wonderful things for your stiff cock." More kissing, her voice became very soft, "Darling, I want to fuck you ... so much." More kissing and soft murmuring, "Do you think your stiff, wonderful cock would like to fuck into my loving, slippery cunt?" Her language belied the intense depth of her passion. Her lips never left mine.

I was breathless, "My loving cock is throbbing because it can hardly wait to fuck into your very loving cunt." She put her arms around my neck and I lifted her down from the counter. She whimpered when my glans slid through her labia and over her clitoris as she descended but without penetrating. I hugged her to me with a mixture of deep affection and eager lust. Her nakedness writhed into me with unhidden desire. All of her body language now was sultry and sensual and driven by the sexual center between her legs. "I'm going to fuck you right here ... (soft, lush kissing) ... on the floor, you lovely creature."

"Yes! Whatever you want." She kissed me and hugged us together. Her breasts squashed into my chest and her pussy ground into my hardness. "Mmmm ... put this in me. ... Fuck me."

Without another word we both began to descend, lips still touching. Even with the carpet, I knew the floor would be hard - and the carpet would be harsh. I didn't want her lovely skin to be chafed. I lay down first, placed my trousers for her to kneel on, and helped her settle on top of me - holding her lush, hanging breasts while she guided my stiff penis into her loving place. She moaned in pleasure and buried me to the hilt and squirmed a little before laying down on me to hug and kiss some more. Lust overcame affection when her avid vagina and my swooning penis preferred fucking to hugging and kissing. She began to squirm and I began to thrust up into her. Soon she raised up with her hands on my shoulders so that she could ride me and thrust down. I held and squeezed and pulled her breasts and she leaned down to let them sway lushly near my mouth.

Sighing breathlessly, "With both hands ... uhnn ... squeeze my left breast ... pull it ... pinch my nipple ... uhnn, suck it ..."




Affair of the Trainee & the Manager Ch. 03



I gasped, "I don't want to ... hurt you, Darling ..." My lips surrounded the swollen, pink bud.

"You never hurt me, ... Sweet Love, ... uhnn ... now the other. Uhhnnn ... you're making my pussy tingle."

I sucked and fed on her hungrily. Soon her hips and vulva were in a frenzy. I was thrusting up to match her rhythm. Her love juices squished and slurped with every thrust and began dribbling down over my scrotum. I found her clitoris with my thumb to keep it always caressed. A few wonderful minutes later Dorothy began to moan. We both looked down between us to watch the lips of her thrilling vagina surround and seem to suck me in - to see my bone-hard penis eagerly delve into her and come out glistening only to delve again and again. Even in the faint glow of the lamp I could see her wonderful, eager clitoris rubbing against my sliding penetrator and crushing into its base ... again and again.

Dorothy's moans became lusting screams, "Aaahhhnng, Oohhnnn, Eehnn, Aaahhnnn, Daaarrrlliinnggg, ... Oohh Aalleexx! ... Oohnn, ... Hhoonnneeeyyy!" In the deep throes of a her orgasm her pussy juices gushed over the base of my penis and ran down my scrotum. I could no longer hold back and my glans began to thrill and throb while the sweetly aching pulse started pumping way down deep in my root. The pumping flood rose unstoppable to my swollen, thrilling, throbbing head. "Alex, I can feel you! Oohhnn ... I can't stop cummmiinnnggg!" I emptied deeply into her with pulsing squirts.

It was wonderful. And a few moments later she collapsed on me. During the glow which followed we began kissing again and she slipped partly off me to lay with her head in the crook of my arm. She had one leg over mine hugging it in her thighs and still quietly squirming her pussy against my hip. She fondled my half hard penis and lovingly caressed it and my scrotum with sweet tenderness. I feathered and squeezed a luscious breast and turned my head toward her and we continued to kiss. At one point she raised up to bend over and kiss and suck on me. When she came back up to my lips she said, "There! I cleaned your sweet penis. I've never wanted to do that before we first made love, but with you ... I love to kiss and suck you into my mouth ... and feel you getting harder when my lips are loving you." Her lips merged softly into mine and then she murmured, "I've never ... felt like this with anyone before ... (soft kissing) ... I've never liked making love like this ... or (more soft kissing) fucking like we do." We hugged with obvious affection. She whispered very quietly, "Sometime, I want to suck and love your cock ... until you cum in my mouth, Darling." And before I could say anything she smothered my lips with hers.

I whispered into her lips, "I've never felt like this before either." We lay quietly loving each other and then I confessed, "Darling?"

"Mmmm hhmmm?"

"I want you and care for you ... and care about you ... more than anyone ever before."

"Oh, Alex ..." Dorothy squirmed even closer and I hugged her strongly to me.

And after a little more affectionate loving, "And you have the most beautiful legs in the world."

"Thank you, Lover. Mmmm, is that all?" She was flirting.

"Mm mmm. You also have the most gorgeous, soft, beautiful breasts in the world. And I love to suck on them and squeeze them."

"I'm glad you do. Are they large enough for you, Darling?" She moved in my arms and pushed halfway up to pose and display her wondrous globes. They were pertly shaped and hung down in lavish softness. She lifted one and massaged it sweetly.

My hand replaced hers and I murmured, "You know they are, you tease. They're absolutely beautiful." I lovingly cupped and squeezed and caressed her proud display.

"Are they too soft?"

"They're loveably soft. They're pert and beautiful to look at but when I caress them they're soft and wonderful to squeeze and suck. And when you move and walk, I love the way they quiver and sway."

"Mm, thank you, Lover. Squeeze my nipples," she hummed into our kisses. "Is that all you like about me ... just my legs and my quivering, swaying, soft breasts?"

"Well, in case you hadn't noticed, I also have a special urge to peek at ... and do nice things to the most precious, beautiful and loveable ... "

"Yeesss?"

"... Pussy in the world."

"Mmmmmmm, I"m especially glad about that ... and the way you take such good care of it. (a few kisses) And my breasts. Oh, Honey, I love it when you fuck me ... and suck and pinch my breasts (some more kisses) ... when you're feeding on my nipples and sticking your stiff cock way up inside me ... so my cunt can love you while my breasts are feeding you."

Into her lips I said, "Lover?"

"Um hmm?"

"Move on top of me again ... and hug my cheeks in your soft thighs ... and bring your pussy to my mouth ... so I can love it and suck it and lick through your luscious love lips."

She sighed, "Ooohhh, Aalleexx." She kissed me lushly and lovingly and then moved over me again. On her knees she moved forward. Her smooth stockings brushed over my arms and shoulders to my cheeks and ears. She looked down at me with loving and passion in her eyes. She hugged my cheeks with her stockinged thighs and sent me a kiss. Her breasts hung and swayed as she moved. "You take wonderful care of my pussy ... and make it feel so good." I watched her pussy coming closer and smelled the rich aroma of our sexual juices. Her soft, naked inner thighs moved forward to smooth over my shoulders and then cushion around my cheeks and ears. She hugged me in them. Her glistening lips were inches from my nose. She braced herself on the nearby counter and lowered her pussy lips to me until my mouth and nose were buried in her sex. She sighed sweetly, "There you are, Darling."

I reached up to grasp the sweet, round cheeks of her bottom and hold her to me. She flexed her vulva gently back and forth on my mouth, moaning and whimpering. I licked and sucked her labia, dipped my tongue into her vagina, and nibbled and feathered her clitoris. I murmured with my lips on her vaginal portal, "Thank you for taking such loving care of my hungry penis."

She sighed, "Oh, Alex ..." After I had laved her clean and had drunk from her outpourings I returned to love her clitoris. Dorothy moaned softly, "Uhnnn," and her thighs hugged my cheeks and began to shiver. Tremors rippled over her tummy and finally her whole body shook. She muffled a rapturous scream and her vulva squirmed and thrust over my nose, mouth and tongue pushing down in spasm. For a moment I couldn't breathe while she fucked into me.

When her tremors had ebbed Dorothy dismounted my face and slithered down to lay on top of me - still flexing her vulva wantonly she found my hardening penis and managed to stuff it into her. She lay flat on me. I put my arms around her to hug her close and we began a long session of kissing and nuzzling. Her pussy squirmed lazily making quiet love to my penis. Finally, very softly, she said, "You make beautiful love to me, Alex." After a soft kiss, "I've never wanted anyone the way I want you."

"Making love to you ... and thrilling you make me feel warm and loving. I've never wanted anyone like this. You're very special to me. I can't resist you."

She sighed into our lips, "I can't resist you either. Whenever we're near each other ... I want you to take my panties off and ..."

I gasped quietly. "... and have my way with you?"

Whispering back. "... mmm, yes, ... and have your way with me."

"You lovely creature," We lay together a few more minutes affectionately hugging and kissing - completely sated but still lazily thrusting every once in a while. We felt very close.

Finally we decided we'd better wrap up the branch business.

"Will you mind if I don't put my dress on right away?"

"I'll try to manage."

"It makes me feel very sexy ... seductive ... like I'm daring you to look at me ... and ... "

"And what, you tease?"

"You know, ... maybe I'll get lucky." Her whispering lips were brushing over mine. We kissed and hugged once more before she finally said, "Are you almost balanced?" We got up from the carpet.

"I'm done. Maybe you should check it."

In a few minutes, while I hugged her and fondled her from behind, Dorothy assured that I was indeed balanced and we moved to the back room to finish the branch statement. "What time is it?"

I looked at my watch and told her. She said we were running a little late. Surprise. Surprise. She called the other branch pick-up point and told them we were late but would be there shortly.

As we worked on the statement she explained the process and gave me tasks to help with and speed things along. We both still were naked and one would have thought that, after making love twice already that day - once only a while before, that I would be relatively unaffected by Dorothy's nudity. But, of course, such was not the case. Watching her walk provacatively here and there - her gorgeous legs in nylons and clicking in her high heels - all of her legs, right up to her crotch - the undulations of her thighs, the provocative sway of her curvacious hips and jiggling bum, and the swaying and bouncing and quivering of her beautiful breasts, had me right back where I started. From the way she moved, it was clear that lust was in charge of her body as well. Very provocative. She couldn't help herself - she was continually flirting with me and seducing me.

We were standing side by side working on the statement - both trying hard to concentrate - when I put my arm around her waist and kissed her cheek. I was trying desperately not to put my hand on her hip or bum or breast and not to pull her to me for a real kiss.

She put her hand on mine and squeezed and finished the step she was working on. Then she turned to kiss me but noticed something else on the way. "Honey, you're hard as a rock again!"

"Ummm hmmm." She took me in her hand lovingly and we kissed - for a long time.

"Oh, Darling, I'm dripping wet. (a few kisses) I thought it was just me." We came together hugging and squirming.

"It's not just you. Well - for me ... it's just you! No one else could do this to me."

"You're so hard for me ... and I'm so wet for you ... Let me make us feel better." She took my hand and drew me with her to a nearby work table. Lifting the cheeks of her bum to the table's edge Dorothy pulled my hardness toward her. Her legs opened wide and rested on my hips while she guided my into her. "Let me be your loving whore, Sweet Lover. I'll make your hard cock soft." Her ankles closed around my back and I slowly entered into her to my roots. "And you'll make my dripping cunt thrill again." We fucked madly, wildly slamming together. Her breasts bounced and rolled. I took hold of them and squeezed. She shuddered with a deep thrill. It took me several moments before I emptied into her.

I gasped, "That was wonderful. I was so hungry for you."

"I know, Lover, I didn't want to make you wait. And, my pussy was so lonesome ... I needed you too." She kissed me softly and continued with a smile on my lips, "After all, it's been a half hour since my lover fucked me with his splendid, stiff cock." We hugged and kissed wetly and warmly. Then she whispered, "I feel so wonderful when your hard penis is in me, Darling ... so wonderful."

"I want to put it in you again, Sweetheart ..."

"Alex, let's hurry and drop this stuff off." We both knew why she wanted to hurry and get our last errand finished. We kissed some more. Lord, she felt wonderful. 

We reluctantly put on a few clothes. She put on her dress (her bra went into her purse and I gave her her panties to add). I put on my pants and shirt (my shorts, undershirt and tie went in my briefcase).

We turned out the lights, locked the building and drove to the other branch pick-up point in her car - a huge luxury model. Dorothy drove. I tried not to be too amorous while she was driving so I only kissed her cheek every once in a while. My hand was continuously caressing up and down her thigh but I was careful to only brush her labia occasionally. When we got to the branch I took the package to the door and the branch guard accepted it. I moved to get back into the car on the passenger side and was greeted by a lovely nude woman. Dorothy was naked again and sitting in the middle of the seat instead of behind the steering wheel. Her dress and nylons were in a heap on the passenger seat beside her and she was taking off her garter belt.

"You'd better get in the other side, Darling," was all she said, looking up at me with seductive, smoldering eyes.

I went around to the driver's side, got in and locked the doors. Fortunately, the windows in Dorothy's car were heavily tinted. It was impossible to see in at night and difficult during the day. As soon as the doors were locked she was unbuckling my pants. I worked on my shirt and moments later we both were naked again. Neither of us had cooled off. Both had anticipated more of each other. I started the car, put it in gear and drove away. Dorothy's lips were on my cheek, one arm was around my neck, a beautiful naked knee was over my leg and a hand was caressing my raging hardness.

At the first stop street we were kissing passionately. When I came to a stop light I took her in my arms. She felt wonderful. Her knee and thigh were still over my leg. She was nearly in my lap pressing her lovely, soft breasts into me and keeping me on the edge with her loving fingers. I found her pussy pleasing itself on my hip and managed to slide my fingers through her slick lips. She whimpered and rubbed her feverish sex into me. After that I drove with one arm around her with my hand caressing her hip and bum while she lay nearly half on top of me grinding her wet vulva into me. At the next light we kissed longingly and I loved her breasts before fingering her hungrily. We both were moaning.

We were driving aimlessly. At a stoplight, after kisses I said, "I want to kiss your breasts ... to suck on your nipples. I want ..."

"I know what you want, Darling. Take us somewhere ..."

"Let's go to the motel we went to after bowling."

"Mmm, that was a nice place. Hurry."

It was only a ten minute drive, but Dorothy managed to cum twice on the way, the first time from rubbing her vulva on my leg and the second from my fingers fondling her clitoris.

Just before getting to the motel I pulled into side street and parked for a moment to put on my shirt and pants. Dorothy sighed, do you want me to dress too, Honey?"

"Not unless you want to. Going from the car to the room shouldn't be too dangerous - exciting maybe, but not dangerous."

We both chuckled and she gave me a playful slap on my knee teasing, "I think I'd rather stay like this." I was happy. I was with a dream - a gorgeous woman wearing high heels and absolutely nothing else.

I got back on the main street and drove the block or two to our friendly motel. I parked in a relatively dark spot not quite in front of the office. Dorothy had her dress in her lap in case someone walked by. I wasn't quite as nervous or awkward this time as I had been after the bowling outing. I think the lady recognized me but she was pleasant. Whether because it was a regular part of the business or because she felt like a friendly co-conspirator I'll never know, but her smile seemed warmly understanding when she quietly said, "This unit is on the ground floor just around back at the far end. Have a nice evening."

Back in the car Dorothy was still deliciously nude. I drove around back and parked in front of our room. "Wait here while I open the door, Sweetheart." I reached back for my brief case to stick in the door so Dorothy could hurry inside.

Her voice was soft but seductive, "Just come around and help me out, Darling. No one will see us, and if you hold me close it wouldn't matter anyway." She stroked my cheek and kissed me, "Besides, don't you like me naked?" Her hand eased my stiff penis out through my trouser fly and she concluded, "See? Of course you do!" After another kiss, "Why don't you leave it out and we'll both be sexy 'flashers'."

I was captivated, "You're a seductive temptress." I left my brief case in the back seat, put my arms around my beautiful lover and hugged her close. Her breasts felt wonderful crushed against my chest. Our kiss was lush and promising. Her hand squeezed my proud protruder. I whispered, "I'll come around and help you, Sweetheart. I'll come out later and get our things."

I got out, walked around the car and opened the door for her. While she touched up her lipstick she cooed suggestively, "I'd like you to ... help me a little." We both liked it when I blatantly stroked and felt her sexy body. I looked around and could see no one. There were just two or three cars, and the units with lights on had their drapes drawn. I leaned down and kissed her before caressing the calf of her stunning leg to start it moving out onto the pavement. My hands then felt up to her gorgeous thigh to help her lift it. Finally, with one hand cupping her dripping pussy and the other behind her on the soft, round cheeks of her bum, I helped her turn in the seat to face me. I didn't remove my hands right away, but instead let my thumb slip into her vagina while we kissed lushly. Dorothy sighed on my lips, "Mm, you're helping me ... so good." She held my hand against her vulva for an extra moment.

I repeated the process with her other leg being sure one hand attended properly to her vulva and helpfully stroked her protruding clitoris. I whispered on her lips, "Is your pussy alright, Darling?" My thumb was massaging inside her warm, slick loving place while a finger lightly toyed with her puckered anus.

Dorothy sighed, "Uhn, yes, ... but I'll need you to fill it up pretty soon." She reached for my waging manhhod, "Here, I need to keep your beautiful penis nice and stiff." She pulled me between her legs and sucked me into her loving mouth. I stiffened up quickly. "There, that's better." She gave it a final kiss.

I reached to cup her luscious breasts hanging like soft melons. I gently pinched each nipple while I lifted them. "I'll lift your breasts while you get up, Darling."

"Mm, thank you. Uhn, pinch a little harder. Uhn, yesss." While she rose, I admired the beautiful objects of my current attention. Each was too large to hold in one hand. Her prominent, brown areolae were larger than silver dollars and the nipples, when puckered, were larger than her clitoris. Dorothy was truly my love goddess, and she liked to have me admire and fondle her.

When she was standing I gathered her into me and reveled in the feeling of her naked beauty pressed against me. "I'm going to take you inside now." Never had I been as deeply aware and thrilled at the feeling a wonderfully naked body in my arms, melting into me. Perhaps it was being out in the open, or the feeling of fresh air and cool breezes around us - whatever, I was completely captivated. My stiff penis pressing into Dorothy's tummy was throbbing and close to erupting. It was a deeply thrilling and loving moment.

She kissed me and whispered, "Mm hmm. I need you to fuck me now, Lover ... so much." Another soft kiss and, "I want your stiff cock pushing way up in me." I closed the car and we turned to walk to our door. Dorothy led me holding my proud penis and I stroked her beautiful hip and bum cheeks. When we got to the door she affectionately leaned her head on my shoulder. I turned to her and held her close with a hand on her derriere while I ran my other hand up over her tummy to her breasts to fondle and feel and finally to her cheek to guide her lips to mine. While we kissed I couldn't stop my hands from pinching and pulling her nipples and feeling all over this beautiful naked goddess.

She said breathily, "I love it when you can't keep your hands off me. Oh, God ... I can feel you poking me ... I'm so hot." 




Affair of the Trainee & the Manager Ch. 03



"I love you naked like this." Finally, still facing her with my stiff penis stabbing her tummy, I got the key out of my pocket and opened the door.

Suddenly Dorothy gasped, "Oh, Honey, give me the car keys, I need my purse!" Impulsively I reached in my pocket and gave her the keys. As she turned toward the car I thought to myself, "Oh, my God! She's naked! What if someone comes out or looks out their window!" Then I watched as she hurried to the car, and thought to myself, "Oh, my God! What a beautiful, irresistible, sexy woman." Still in her high heels, her legs were stunning and her thighs lush and quivering beneath her glorious, curvaceous, undulating derriere and hips. Her quick walk was entirely feminine and sexy. When she had retrieved her purse and closed the car Dorothy turned toward me and her wondrous breasts bounced and swayed vigorously, nipples flying, as she laughed and walked quickly back to me. I said out loud, "My God, you're beautiful!" I gathered her in for a quick hug.

Breathlessly, "Thank you, Darling." A brief kiss and, "I wonder if any one saw me?"

I kissed her a little longer and answered, "Probably not, but we'll never know."

We broke apart and I held the door for Dorothy to enter. I locked it, she set her purse on the desk and, we refocused with a single mind, we both went to the bed, turned the sheets down, collapsed onto it and embraced. We lay down side by side and I buried my face in her breasts. Our legs intertwined and we began gently grinding our overheated genitals into each other. With a nipple in my mouth I murmured, "I love the feel of your naked legs. ... I want to kiss them and caress them." I reluctantly raised up from her breasts to a half sitting position and leaned down to brush her lips. She kissed me lushly. I raised up and she stretched out languidly, parted her legs, and raised one knee gracefully. I reached over to the raised leg and began to caress down her thigh, stopping to suck on a puckered nipple. The porcelain skin was warm and white and smooth and soft. My fingers reveled in the touching and smoothing. Dorothy quietly sighed at the feather touching.

When my caresses reached her knee I bent to kiss her naked beauty. I tongued her navel and trailed my lips over her feminine tummy. Dorothy was whimpering and sending me kisses. Her pussy was flexing and squirming, yearning for attention. The fragrance of our combined loving was strong and compelling. "The scent of love is oozing from your pussy."

"I think you'd better kiss it and lick it, Darling. It's so ... hungry. I can feel my juices oozing. My pussy needs a kiss."

She opened her thighs wider for me and I licked and sucked on her labia. Her juices glistened in the pink opening and down the tender area below. I wanted to drink from her, but first I wanted to caress her other leg. My hands and fingers caressed and feathered the stunning leg but halfway down I had to stop again to kiss her labia. "Oh, Honey, you're making my pussy want more attention."

Finally, I removed her high heels. "Darling, your legs feel wonderful but all I can think of is laying between them with my head between your thighs and sucking and kissing your pussy while you hug my cheeks."

"I love it when you feel me and caress me and love me like this. And I want you between my legs. You can do anything you want ... between my legs, Darling." She sent me a kiss and opened her legs a little more to make room for me. I lay down between them, hugged one of her legs to my groin, and nestled my cheeks between her welcoming thighs. When my mouth found her she held me to her and hugged those affectionate thighs more closely against my cheeks. I laved and nibbled and my hands felt and caressed and thrilled at the feeling of her soft thighs and hip and bottom cheeks. Finally I nibbled and sucked her clitoris between my lips and my fingers found her inner warmth. She shuddered and shivered around me.

While Dorothy enjoyed the glow I moved over her and eased into her liquid, velvet glove - into the warm pudding of her caressing vagina. She sighed quietly, "Oohh, yesss, Daarrling ... fuck me." When my root reached her clitoris her tremors began again. They rose and fell and rose. She moaned and whimpered and muffled loving screams into my lips. I slowed to let her rest and filled my mouth with a nipple while we squirmed gently into each other. She cupped and held each breast to me. I fed on her - sucking, squeezing, nibbling. My hard penis was thrilling but hadn't yet reached its peak. After having emptied into my Love so many times, the imminent cumming was taking delightfully longer.

I hoped all my thrusting into her loveliness wasn't making her uncomfortable. "Am I hurting you, Sweetheart?"

"How can you be hurting me ... uhh ... uhhh, Lover? I want you."

"I've been ... fucking you so much ... Sometimes I'm afraid I might be making your precious pussy tender."

She pulled me deeper into her, "Alex, I'm always so wet when we're fucking ... you can't hurt me ... you just make me feel wonderful." She thrust lovingly and pulled me down so she could kiss me. "You're so sweet to worry about me." She spasmed warmly, shivering and quaking under me. "And you're so good to my pussy." After a moment, "Darling?"

"Ummm hmmm?"

"I want you so much .... I want your cum in my mouth ... put your loving penis in my mouth now ... Please, Darling, fuck my lips. ... Let me have you. I want to love your cock with my lips."

Just as no one had ever loved her pussy the way I did, no one had ever loved my penis the way she wanted to. It thrilled me that she let me have her pussy - and that she loved my mouth on her. I wanted her to have my penis if she wanted it, and I wanted to give her my cum. I eased out of her and slipped around until my groin was near her mouth. We each lay on our side and my head lay on one of her thighs. She began to lightly kiss me and slip my corona in and out of her lips. Her gentle hands caressed me and cupped my scrotum. She was humming and moaning and making slurping noises. I had my arms around her thigh hugging it to me. After I had watched her loving me for a few minutes I was drawn by the nearness of her pussy. Still hugging around her thigh I slowly buried two fingers of one hand in her and caressed her labia and clitoris languidly with the fingers of the other.

Dorothy breathed around the head of my penis each time it came out of her mouth, "I love ... your cock ... so much. I love the way ... it feels in my cunt... when it's fucking me ... and now I love ... the way it feels ... in my mouth. Ummm, it's oozing, Darling." Her head began to move more vigorously and I stopped my fingers' movements because I couldn't concentrate. My penis was beginning to tingle. "Honey ... you're making me ... tingle."

"Oh, Alex, the head is getting so big." She laved and loved it. "Honey, fuck my mouth now ... just like you fuck my pussy."

"But, Darling ... "

"Please ..." She moved back toward the headboard and sat up half way. She beckoned me to straddle and follow her. She grasped my throbbing penis and pulled it toward her mouth. I inched along until my knees were on each side of her torso. I gently held the back of her head, put a second pillow behind her, and thrust gently into her mouth. Her hands on my bum urged me to thrust faster and harder. Soon I was fucking her more deeply. I don't know where or how she was taking me but her mouth was wet and warm and softly nurturing. It was wonderful. Soon the feeling came to my roots and the pulsing rose up the shaft. Dorothy felt it and began to moan and scream around my cock. She urged me deep and when the time came I froze and throbbed. She held my bum and fucked her mouth on me and sucked my oozings. When she knew I was finished she gently took me from her mouth and caressed and kissed. Her gentle fingers milked the last drops out and she licked them away.

Laying her head back and sighing she said, "I feel so close to you. Lay between my legs, Darling, and put your arms around me."

I lay down on her and she took my flagging member and stuffed it into her to caress in her loving place. She loved to have me in her - even when I wasn't completely hard. I murmured on her lips, "You made me cum so hard, Sweetheart."

"Thank you. I think I'd like to do that again ... soon."

"As long as I don't neglect your sweet, precious place."

"Mmmmmmm, you can love my pussy any way you want, Lover. And I love having your penis in me ... I love it so much." She tenderly kissed me on the lips and cheek and neck and squeezed her loving glove around my semi-hardness in intimate caresses. Then murmuring low, sultry, "Alex?"

"Mmmm hhmmmm?" My hand was gently, lazily caressing her breasts as I lay partly beside her.

"I think I'm becoming addicted to ... our sex. When we're apart I think about you ... and about us being together ... a lot. Some days I have to wear a pad because I think about us so much ... and I get so wet. And when we're together ... Mmmmm, it's so wonderful ... you're so wonderful ... your mouth ... your stiff penis ... your wonderful stiff penis ... in me ... you between my legs, loving me." Her kisses were soft. "Mmmm, Darling, we make love so much when we're together... and I always want you again ... and again. Even now. You made me cum so many times tonight ... but I still want you to be between my legs loving me ... kissing me ... Mmmm, fucking me. I feel so wonderfully feminine and fulfilled when my thighs and legs are hugging around you ... holding you tight between my legs with your stiff cock pushing deep up into my cunt. Oh, God, just telling you how it feels ... almost makes me cum."

She was speaking softly and caressing me softly with one hand. We both felt languid but sexually heightened - our bodies' energies and desires focused on each other, on us, on our wonderful sex. It was an intensity neither of us had ever experienced. "I have the same symptoms." My voice was sighing, soft, thoughtful. "Your precious pussy and loving lips have made me cum four times tonight ... and you're making me hard again." My level and duration of desire for Dorothy were exceptional and wonderful - I had never felt more aroused. Neither of us had ever been so insatiable or sexually focused and excited. "I'm hard whenever I think about us and about being with you. And your beauty and loving make me stiff ... even after I've emptied into you ... I always want you again." My lips caressed her lips, "The way I want you now. Your pussy is so loving. ... You're so loving."

"Mmmmm. I can feel you growing in me." Dorothy mumbled on my lips, "You're getting so hard ... so deep. My pussy loves to have you in me. ... My pussy loves to fuck you."

"Will your pussy hurt if I fuck you ... hard ... again."

"Oh, God, I want you to fuck me hard ... as much as you want." Her lips were gasping on mine, "I'm always so wet and slippery for you ... your wonderful cock can't hurt me, Darling, it can only make me cum again ... and again. Fuck me. My cunt wants you."

We churned and squirmed rapturously for a long time. She held her breasts for me to feed and nibble. Her beautiful thighs hugged around my hips and held us together while she thrust her wonderful gushing pussy into my rhythmic plunges. When I pulled partly out to let my cockhead make love to her pussy lips and clitoris she moaned and raised her gyrating pelvis in loving squirms. We were very good together. Dorothy orgasmed twice before I finally surged and throbbed and pumped a few more drops of my love into her.

We lay quietly together, squirming and hugging and kissing. It was late and we knew our evening together was coming to an end. But, even though we seemed completely sated, we each felt sexual hunger for the other.

Finally, we knew it was time to bring our evening to a close. I dressed and went to the car to get Dorothy's clothes. We left the motel and drove to the branch for her car. We kissed warmly in the parking lot, got in our cars, and I followed her home to be sure she got in the house safely. The drive home felt like a transition from one life to another.



Affair of the Trainee & the Manager Ch. 04



Ideally, Dorothy's and my liaisons would have been wondrous and continuously fulfilling; but, of course, they were not. We could not always spend the time with each other that we wished or when we wished. We also found that it was difficult for two people with the intensity of lust we had for one another to act naturally in a work environment. The need to mask the way we felt about one another required that we say things and conduct ourselves to conform to the business-family relationships expected of us. This required that we wear false faces when dealing with each other. It was quite difficult.

We both were relieved when my training program required that I first furnish vacation teller and "platform" (customer service) relief at other branches, and finally, that I be transferred to other banking departments in the main office for training in bank operations and loan functions.

Throughout this period we managed to meet two or three times a week after work in various neighborhood spots but, because of the press of time or exposure of location, we chatted and kissed and eagerly hugged and caressed, but frequently we weren't able to satisfy our natural hunger for each other. Our hands would seek the erection or breast or wondrous thigh we longed for but time or circumstance occasionally posed a frustrating barrier.

We talked frequently on the phone and one Friday Dorothy asked if I might have some errands on Saturday during which I could stop by and visit her at home. This was a surprisingly adventurous idea for two people whose upbringings were as sheltered as were ours. I needed to get some lumber and hardware items for weekend chores and agreed to drop by in mid-morning. I left unexpressed my apprehension about an unexpected appearance by her husband (Jim, the pharmacist).

On Saturday, in the midst of my errands, I rang Dorothy's bell. She answered the door quickly wearing slacks and blouse. After the door was closed we kissed nervously with strained eagerness and she offered, in over-emphasized hospitality, to give me a tour of her home. We soon found our way to the basement recreation room where, with little preamble, she doffed her slacks, flopped on the couch, and urged me to make love to her. Clearly we both were nervous and in a hurry.

The overtness of the overture, brevity of foreplay, fear of discovery, and my basic naivete made my cooperation next to impossible. I was hysterically fightened that Jim would barge in at any moment to discover us. I began to undue my jeans in answer to her invitation but embarrassed both her and myself by exposing a completely flaccid penis and stuttering and mumbling something about having to get home for lunch - after which I very clumsily and quickly left.

During the next few after-work meetings, between hugs and kisses and unrequited caresses, we muddled through a replay of the aborted tryst in the recreation room. We also admitted to each other how frustrating our brief meetings were. In the context of our particular marriages, it wasn't reasonable to be unexplainably absent from home. We couldn't just "take a night off" together without a genuine bank or social activity as the basis for absence. And there currently were no convenient activities taking place. Finally, Dorothy convinced me (and perhaps herself) that on certain Saturdays her husband couldn't possibly surprise her at home because he couldn't leave the drugstore until at least 3:00pm when the first clerk came to work. He was alone in the store until then.

At the end of this conversation one of my arms was holding her close to me while the other hand was under her skirt caressing her thighs and wanting desperately to remove her panties. She was whimpering with her legs opened for me and flexing her vulva expectantly. But we knew our time together this day was short and nearly over. I said, "Darling, I'm so hungry for you I'm beside myself."

With her hand on my trousers measuring my erection she said, "I know. You're so hard. And I'm aching for you ... inside. I need to be with you ... soon. Can you come over this Saturday? This is one of those special Saturdays at the store."

"Well, I have some errands and Constance is going to lunch and shopping with her mother. I can be over by 10:30. It will seem like an eternity between now and then!"

"I'll make us some lunch. I can't wait to be with you."

During the few days before our Saturday "date" we didn't meet again and I alternated between expectant fantasy and latent apprehension. Time usually passed quickly for me because I enjoyed my work, but these few days seemed to drag by. We talked on the phone a couple of times - chatting about her job or mine, then lapsing into the kind of intimate love-talk that feeds the fire of desire, and finally mutually wishing the time away before Saturday.

At last, Saturday arrived and at mid-morning Constance' mother picked her up for the shopping trip. I called Dorothy to let her know I would be on my way soon. Then I quickly shaved and showered and headed out on my "Saturday errands". On an impulse, I stopped on the way to Dorothy's house to pick up a single yellow rose at a florist shop. I put it in the briefcase I had brought along. I had decided to carry the briefcase into her house in the hope it would suggest to any nosey neighbor that I was on some sort of business visit.

I parked at the curb and as I walked up to the house I could see that the drapes and curtains were closed. I was earlier than I thought I would be and she was slow answering the doorbell. Finally, I heard her footsteps in the foyer but the door didn't open immediately. I suspected she was looking through the peep hole to be certain it was me. A moment later she opened the door. Her beautiful face greeted me with an engaging smile - peeking around from behind the door.

"Come in, Sweetheart." She took my hand and pulled me inside. "You're early or I'm late because I hadn't finished dressing when you rang - I had to put on a coverup. It doesn't cover much though, that's why I'm behind the door."

She closed the door and I turned to take her in my arms. What I saw took my breath away. Her dark eyes sparkled - faint eye shadow accented them. She may have been wearing blush but likely no other makeup on her fair skin. Her inviting, warm smile was faintly colored with pale lipstick. Her thick, dark hair framed her face and fell almost to her shoulders in soft, casual waves. But what made me momentarily speechless was that she was wearing absolutely nothing beneath her shear, pale aqua, mid-thigh length chiffon peignoir except ultra-sheer light grey stockings and aqua colored, high-heeled satin mules. The peignoir was held closed with a dainty satin ribbon. With her arms held out to greet me she was breathtaking!

All I could manage was a husky whisper, "Darling, you're absolutely beautiful! You're lovely and feminine and desirable ... and...." I took her in my arms and held her very close while we fell into a luscious and expectant kiss. Her flesh was warm and close under the filmy gown.

"Sweetheart, I really meant to get dressed," she apologized. "But I just couldn't decide what to wear!" She paused for a kiss. We were holding each other close and the rounded curves of her hip and bottom felt wondrous. "So far I've tried on different panties and bras and a dress and then slacks - but nothing seemed quite right. They all seemed like too much ... except the see-through panties." Pause for another kiss. "The panties and bras and sheer stockings are the ones I bought to wear just when I'm with you - I keep them hidden. When you rang the bell I was in between outfits - and stark naked - well, almost - except for my stockings and slippers. I put the stockings on first ... because I know how you like my legs in stockings and heels."

And she felt nearly naked. Her arms were around my shoulders with one hand at my neck holding me in our kiss. I was hugging our bodies close with one hand on her back and the other on her gorgeous rounded bottom cheeks. She was melting against me in her special way when she murmured, "I can feel you getting hard against my tummy. I love to feel that happening."

"It's my natural condition when I'm near you ... or watching you ... or thinking too much about you." I brushed her lips with mine. "Sometimes I start getting hard just watching you walk or sit with your legs crossed. I'm under your wonderful spell."

"Mmmmm, the thought that I make you hard ... like that ... gives me tingles ... you-know-where."

"I love it when you have tingles ... And about your ward-robe problem - you look wonderful; you're a beautiful dream. You needn't change a thing but, if you want to dress, I'll patiently sip a coffee and wait."

"Wellll .., I could put on sheer panties and bra for you. While I'm thinking about it let me take your jacket and hang it up. What's the briefcase for?" We broke apart and she helped me with my jacket. With the drapes closed, the light in the foyer and living room was diffuse and warm. It seemed romantic and cozy, but maybe that's because I already felt romantic.

I told her of my ruse about the briefcase and the business call. Then I opened it and presented her with the rose.

"Oh, Alex, what a lovely rose!" she softly gushed with genuine emotion. "You're so sweet." She held the rose, put her arms around me and melted into me again, "But our only business will be ... monkey business ... very loving monkey business." She had stepped up out of the foyer and, while I was still on the lower step, she had turned and bent her head down to kiss me. When we broke the kiss we continued holding each other and my cheek was resting against her shoulder at the top of her breasts. She whispered, "You feel so good ... so close ..." The scent of her perfume was intoxicating - and so was my rising desire. My lips caressed the swell of a breast before my tongue laved her cleavage. She sighed and put a hand behind my head to hold me to her breasts. With one hand on her bottom I brought the other hand to the side of a breast and pressed the sensuously soft pillow to my lips. I sucked and nibbled the nipple through the sheer fabric. Dorothy shifted the rose from one hand to the other and, with her free hand, opened the peignoir collar slightly to reveal the naked sweetness of the lovely object of my nibbling. I feasted rapturously.

"Sweetheart, you're making me mush again. And I can feel you against my thigh - you're so hard." She whispered against my forehead, "Let me ... move the collar ... so you can suck on my other nipple too. I hope you don't mind If I don't change into something else. Are you sure I don't look too naked?"

"You're beautiful, Sweetheart. I'm the one who's over-dressed. ... As long as you're warm enough ...?

"I'm warm enough, ... as long as you're holding me close."

"Mmmmm, I'll keep you warm." I continued nuzzling.

She sighed, "I'm getting ... very warm already ... When you suck on my nipples ... like this ... I get a ... deep hunger ... between my legs ... and up inside."

We were hungry for each other and I felt as though I wanted to caress and love all of her at once. While I sucked and kissed and nibbled and kneaded her breasts my other hand had reached through the opening of Dorothy's peignoir and was reveling in the smoothness of her stockings, the softness of her flesh, and the roundness of her bottom cheeks. I left her nipples for a moment to kiss her lips and whispered, "Your precious place is so warm ... and loving ... way up inside. I love the way you make me feel ... when you take me in ... and love me." We kissed languidly.

She sighed, "I love to make you throb ... and squirt your sweet juices ... way up in me, mmmmmmm, I'm getting so mushy." My lips returned to her breasts and my hands made caressing love to her wonderful curves. "I feel wonderful in your arms - when you're holding me and loving me all over." She helped squeeze her breasts to my mouth. "I'm so glad you're here," she whispered. "My breasts are so sensitive - I love it when you suck and pinch and kiss and squeeze them. I've been dreaming all morning ... of your mouth on my nipples ... and your caressing hands ... and ... other things."

"Other things?" I mumbled against her softness.

"Mmmm hmmm, those throbbing other things. Oh! Mmmmm, Lover, Oh! ... suck harder ... Oh! The tingles are making me feel ... Uhnn, you know."

My lower hand couldn't resist moving from her tush to her hip and tummy and, finally, to the growing warmth between her thighs. She parted her legs so that I could feel her inner thighs, caress her vulva and put my fingers into her. She tilted her pelvis into my hand and groaned softly.

As I held her body close to me I spoke softly against her nipple, "Darling, your precious place is dripping wet. I want to taste your sweet honey."

"Mmmmmm, Sweetheart, I've been getting wet all morning thinking about us together. And now with you in my arms and your hands and mouth on me, I'm flowing - You make me so hungry for you."  As I dropped to my knees she pulled the bow of the dainty ribbon holding her peignoir closed. The filmy gown fell open and she spread her legs a little further apart. She was breathtaking. Her generous breasts were pert and hanging softly with erect nipples still pink from my sucking. Her waist was trim and her hips flared roundly to her irresistible thighs and spectacular legs. Her tummy was rounded in a very feminine way and she was thrusting it out in presentation. Her skin was like ivory all over. She had trimmed and shaved her pubic hair away from her labia and clitoris and crotch area until it was just a neat arrow-shaped tuft above her mound of Venus. Dorothy was a sensual vision. My fingers caressed the newly naked vulva. She sighed, "I'm glad I didn't have time for the panties and bra."

I was surprised, "Darling! I ..."

She whispered, "I shaved my ... you know ... to be more naked for you. It makes me feel so sexy."

"It's beautiful ... and soft ... and smooth."

"I hope you like it, Darling ... a lot."

I put my head between her legs so that her soft thighs caressed both my cheeks. I faintly caught the scent of her perfume near the top of her thigh and also the fresh scent of her arousal - it was unmistakable - faintly earthy and compelling. My hands were inching up her leg in a slow, loving caress - reveling in the feel of the sheer nylon over the curves and then the utter smooth softness of her porcelain skin above the stocking tops. My lips nuzzled near her pussy when I confessed, "Darling, I love to feel and caress and love you all over. You're beautiful and soft and luscious ... to touch ... and to taste." With that I lifted on leg to rest her thigh on my shoulder. My tongue found her proud clitoris, feathered and caressed, and lovingly laved between the petals leading to the heart of her precious flower. I laved and sucked and drank the outpouring of her oozing center. With my lips on her I murmured, "Mmmmm ... I love your smooth ... luscious ... precious loving place."

With her hands on my head she gently tilted her pussy against my mouth and hugged her thigh to my cheek. Quietly she sighed, "Feed on me, Darling." I licked and sucked at the well of her love and feathered her proud clitoris again and again. "Oohhunnn, your mouth feels so wonderful ... without the hair ... mmmmm." When she groaned her pelvis began to quake and her thighs shivered. With my hands on her bottom cheeks I held her firmly to me and she gently fucked her lusting pussy into my mouth.

"Sweetheart," she quietly gasped, "You're wonderful! I love your mouth and tongue kissing and ... sucking me. And I love your hands feeling up my legs ... and thighs ... and breasts and squeezing ... and your fingers inside me - in my pussy - fucking me with your fingers - Oh, God! You're ... making me ... cum again ... Uhhnnnn ... Please ... don't stop! Ahhnnn." And I didn't. Her lovely vulva urgently flexed and shivered on my lips.

While holding on to her I stood up and took her in my arms. At first she was a little limp but soon her arms tightened around me and she raised her lips to mine. "I can taste myself on your lips," she whispered, and then one of her hands found my throbbing erection. "You made me cum so hard - I've never cum like this before," and then, "Sweetheart, I was so surprised when you first kissed me ... there ... our first night. You're the only one who's ever made love to me like that - or has ever made me feel like this ... Mmmmmmm," And, with her mouth merging with my mouth, she pressed her vulva against me and gently flexed. "Honeyyy, You're wearing too many clothes. Can I help you undress?" She beckoned me out of the foyer and into the living room.

"Please, Darling. Why don't you work on my pants while I work on my shirt?" And as I spoke she put the rose between her teeth and bent to her task. By the time I had my shirt and undershirt off, my pants and briefs were around my ankles, the rose was on the floor and Dorothy was on her knees kissing my throbbing penis. Her hands gently fondled my testicles while she kissed and then she took the head in her mouth to lave and suck.

"Mmmmm, Sweetheart, remember when I asked you to fuck my lips? It was wonderful when you came in my mouth. I love to have your ... cock in my mouth ... to kiss ... and suck ... and love. Oh, God, I'm so hot!" Her hand was down between her thighs, ... "Do it to me now ... I want you inside me!"

I quickly doffed my shoes and socks and, with my hands under her arms, helped her rise. She slithered up rubbing my erection against her body from her lips to her tummy. We kissed while she began to move toward the couch, one hand cradling my testicles and the other loving my stiff penis - pulling me with her. I cradled her swaying breasts, the lovely objects of my feeding lips that she had grown so proud of since we became lovers.

"Mmm, I'm glad you like my breasts. You take such good care of them. Look how my nipples are sticking out for you."

I was breathless, "I love them so much. When we're apart I fantasize about cupping them in my hands and caressing and pinching your nipples and sucking on them. They're wonderful and beautiful."

"Mmmmm. Lover, they feel wonderful when you're loving them." At the couch she let go of me and posed sexily - thrusting her breasts out and flexing her vulva. She shrugged the peignoir from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Her hands started at the crease of her groin on either side of her vulva and caressed teasingly up until she lifted her breasts, squeezed them and let them fall and sway softly. "Look how you made my nipples so pink." I lifted and caressed lovingly while she posed and hummed in pleasure. I cupped and adoringly supported the soft, swaying loveliness while she partially reclined against the pillows at the end of the huge couch. She sighed, "Mmmm, thank you." Her knees were bent and her legs were slightly parted in a femininely alluring pose. She was displaying her breasts again and was lightly caressing her clitoris and labia - a vision of lusting loveliness. She seemed to be bathing in a warm sexual glow.

"I had to take my coverup off, Darling. You've been keeping me so nice and ... warm." Dorothy languidly and lushly caressed her inner thighs from her stockings slowly up beside her vulva - sensually presenting her beautiful loving place. "See the loving lips I have for you?" She opened the pink petals with her fingers and sent me a sexy kiss, "Lay between my legs now ... and make love to me."

"Darling, you're breathtaking - you're so beautiful!"

"You make me feel beautiful. Being naked for you makes me feel wanton and hungry for you. ... When I'm with you like this I feel as though I never want to wear clothes with you again. My legs are open for you ... Put yourself in me and ... love me ... Oh, Darling, ... "




Affair of the Trainee & the Manager Ch. 04



I knelt on the couch and first felt and kissed her thighs as I brought my mouth again to her labia. Her pussy was opening like a flower - its lips swollen and dripping wet. I licked and sucked and briefly tongued her clitoris and then moved my body over her - kissing her nipples on the way. She groaned lovingly, put her arms around me as we kissed and then grasped my delirious erection with one hand and guided it to her waiting love lips.

"Is this one of the 'Other things'?"

"Mmmmm, yes ... wonderful things ... you between my legs ... your stiff penis sliding into me ... like this ... mmmmmm ... you're so hard ... and soon my pussy will be in heaven ... and you'll throb and squirt in me."

I rose and poised over her and, with affection in my heart and lust in my loins, I said softly, "I adore you."

She pulled my lips to hers. Her warm kiss also carried messages of affection and lust.

My penis buried itself in her liquid pussy in one slow, effortless slide. We both savored the moment in a pause. Then I withdrew to her outer lips and followed with little mini-thrusts, withdrawing almost completely each time. Once I slid out and up through her labia to nuzzle her clitoris with my glans. When I reentered her inner lips responded to the loving with lush slurping sounds - flexing and stretching around me. I was already close to cumming but I wanted to pleasure us both in a loving tease before losing it altogether, as I knew I would when I drove deeply again. I groaned, "I day dream about being with you ... like this ... being in you ... like this."

"Ohh, God, Honey, ... you're such a terrible tease!" she moaned in a wonderful ecstacy. And then she enveloped me in those stunning legs and, with her hands grasping my hips, pulled me deep inside.

In I plunged and we began a rocking, squishing, thrusting dance until I could hold back no longer. Her hips rotated and then thrust. Her thighs first hugged and then opened wide to take me deeper. I was on my elbows with hands loving her breasts and fingers pinching nipples.

"Darling ... I'm going to cum now!" was all I could whisper.

"Honey, ... yessss!" her voice trailed off. I became motionless as my body stiffened and I tensed my loins in a deep, throbbing thrust.

After we lay quietly for a few minutes she said, "That was wonderful. I could feel you throbbing inside me when you came."

"Ummmm. I'm not surprised. You made my toes curl," I replied.

"Stay inside me, Sweetheart. I feel so good with you in me." And then, with our eyes loving each other, she said quietly, "I adore you too."

I stayed between her legs but moved the weight of my upper torso to her side. My head lay in the crook of her arm. My bottom arm was under her waist and the hand was on her hip and tush, holding us close. My upper hand was fondling her breasts and holding nipples to my mouth. We talked quietly about how priceless these hours alone together were and how we hungered for each other when we were apart. She was hugging me closer with her thighs and softly moving her pelvis against me. I could tell she was still flowing - her love dew was trickling down my scrotum.

Then she whispered, "Sweetheart, I think you're coming back to life. I can feel you twitching inside me. I'm so ready! I'm so wet for you. Do you want to ... do it to me again? Would you like to ... fuck me some more with your beautiful cock?"

And I couldn't have done anything else. Already my automatic pelvis had begun the gentle thrusts that felt so natural. "Uhhmm, Darling, I think I've already started. I want to fuck you ... and fuck you ... and fuck you." We made love lazily while I sucked her nipples and fondled her clitoris -- occasionally running my hand lovingly over her free leg and thigh and hip. We kissed wetly and softly and she shuddered with little mini-quakes. Finally, we shifted so that she was on top of me with her splendid breasts hanging down into my hands and mouth. She became very active and pleasured herself on me. I fondled her breasts, grasped her hips to thrust up into her, felt her thighs, and teased her clitoris. She slowed and quieted once after a deep orgasm, lying down against me and snuggling. But she soon revitalized when I remained hard and twitching inside her and continued the involuntary thrusting. Soon it was my time - it welled up from the depths and nothing could have stopped it.

Dorothy huskily gasped, "Sweetheart, you're going to cum. I can tell - You got bigger and you're throbbing and you can't move! Mmmm, fill me - cum in me."

We snuggled quietly for a while and then she said, "I think I'd better get us something to eat before our strength gives out!"

As she rose up from me I asked her to straddle my face. Her stockinged knees and thighs brush my cheeks as she brought herself closer until her naked upper thighs warmly caressed and hugged my cheeks. She lowered her beautiful pussy to my mouth. With my hands on her bottom I held her to my lips and gently licked and kissed away our love lotions. She held my head to her and said, "I love it when you do this for me." I engulfed her labia in my mouth and my tongue delved between those luscious lips and licked up to lave her clitoris. Warm, soft thighs hugged my cheeks. Her body began to shake, her pelvis ground against my face, and she moaned softly. Her eyes remained closed as the shivers subsided in her thighs and tummy. Her breathing slowly returned to normal. "Oh, Darling ...," and then she bent her head to mine, kissed my ear and whispered, "every time you love my pussy like that ... you make me feel warm and sexy."

"Mmmmmm," I whispered back, "I adore your pussy. I get hard just thinking about kissing and loving your precious flower."

We got up from the couch intent on having lunch. I retrieved her peignoir and helped her into it. Of course, during the process I couldn't resist hugging her from behind. She turned her head and, before our sideways kiss she mocked, "Your hands are on my breasts and pussy again, you animal! And I can feel your insatiable intruder nudging my fanny!" In feigned petulance I closed her peignoir and tied the dainty ribbon in a bow. When we broke the affectionate kiss, she said, "I know where there's a smoking jacket-sort-of-robe that's never been worn. You might call it a scorned gift of a Christmas past." She disappeared toward the bedrooms and returned a moment later to help me into a handsome dark blue, light silk jacket with a brocade collar. It fit pretty well and was comfortable. I closed it and tied the sash. Recovering the rose from the floor, she took my arm and led us to the kitchen.

After finally getting the poor rose into a bud vase with some water, she retrieved nicely presented tuna salads from the fridge and set the kitchen table while I, following her step-by-step instruction, heated mugs of water in the microwave for tea. She told me to sit down while she placed a plate of crackers on the table and dropped tea bags in the mugs. When she moved toward her chair I rose and held it for her. Of course, I kissed her softly on the cheek before returning to my place.

The interruption for lunch had broken the spell of blind lust under which we had fallen. We ate in silence for a few minutes and then we began talking first about things at work. A short exploration of Bob and Jan's situation followed naturally, and that led to some oblique but revealing confessions from each of us about the less than ideal status of both our marital relationships. Finally, we admitted how the time we spent together was frightening but compelling - and how it was the one thing we both thought about most often.

When we had finished eating Dorothy told me where to find the stereo and cassettes and said, "While I put these things in the dish washer, why don't you put some music on?" I knew an instruction when I heard one and promptly went about my appointed task.


I found some old, romantic big band music and got the stereo going. Just as a smooth Glenn Miller tune came on Dorothy came out of the kitchen. I suavely asked, "May I have this dance?" It was a beautiful piece just made for slow dancing. 

As she moved toward me with her natural, provocative swing of hips. Her beautiful breasts swayed and jiggled gently like round mounds of jello under her peignoir. Her eyes were warm and looked happy that I had asked. I held my arms out and, as she came closer, she untied the dainty ribbon and coyly asked, "Honey, before we dance would you please ... fix my stockings? I'm not wearing garters and the elastic lace at the top hasn't been able to cope. ... Please? In a moment I'll be dancing with my lover and I want to be ... well groomed." She wanted to tease and tantalize me. How could I resist?

I fell to my knees and she stepped so close in front of me that I couldn't resist giving her pussy an affectionate momentary kiss. She stood with her legs slightly apart and held the peignoir open for me. I started at her left ankle and coaxed and caressed her stocking slowly up. When I reached her knee and thigh, I confess, I slowed even more, hugging her leg close to me while I kissed and cuddled against the creamy flesh above the lace rim. She held her hands gently at the back of my head and hummed - which reassured me that I was properly dispatching my assignment. When I had finished "fixing" both stockings I could see moisture seeping from her labia down one thigh - so, of course, I kissed it away. I took a little suck on her clitoris before rising.

"Thank you, Sweetheart, you do wonderful work," she sighed as she put her arms around my neck. "Is my pussy alright?"

"Your pussy looks very loving," I whispered on her lips.

"Mmmmmm, it's feeling very loving ... and wonderfully loved."

Then I undid my sash. The vision of loveliness melted against me, her soft breasts crushed between us. She held the peignoir open so that my arms could envelope her. Without a moment's hesitation the insatiable intruder made his presence known, pressing against her tummy. Whispering against my lips as we swayed and dipped to the music she said, "You're an animal!"

And I whispered back, "You're a vixen!"

"You're insatiable! And I love it ... and my pussy loves it." She squirmed against me, "Mmmm, your so hard."

"You're so soft."

We danced languidly - no fancy steps - just both arms around each other and so close together our feet barely had room to move. Her legs were slightly parted so that her pussy was nestled against my leg and my now stiff erection was continually rubbing against her rounded thigh and hip and tummy. Once in a while we missed a beat when we paid more attention to nestling and squirming than to dancing. At least one of my hands was usually caressing a breast and once in a while she would reach between us and fondle me and press me closer to her tummy - flexing her vulva up in invitation. We rarely stopped kissing. There was no need for words but quiet hums and moans and groans of passion escaped through our kisses from time to time.

The tape finally came to the end and she took my stiff penis in hand to lead me with her as she moved to turn it over. She pulled me close to stand behind her as she bent down to the stereo and then squirmed her bum back into me. I put my arms around her and cupped her generous, pendulant breasts in my hands. She uttered a pleased moan, hugged my hands to her and wiggled back against me. I thrust playfully so that my hardness nudged her crevice through the peignoir.

"You're so naughty," she whispered as she wiggled again and bent a little further forward spreading her stance. Then she surprisingly pulled the peignoir from between us, reached between her legs and guided my penis into her pussy with a "Mmmnnnmmmm."

With one hand still on her breasts I dropped my other to her Venus mound and placed one finger on her clitoris and pulled us together. She put her hands against the bookshelf and began squishing and thrusting back. "Sweetheart, you feel ... so good in me," she moaned, and then swooned into a series of orgasms that left her knees weak. I held her with both hands on her hips and thighs so she wouldn't slump to the floor. I didn't want to cum in her yet and slowed the movements until she recovered. Then, with hands again on luscious breasts I raised her from the bookcase, turned her around and hugged her and kissed her with lust and affection. She melted into me, "Thank you, Lover, my pussy was missing you ... you hadn't been in me in almost an hour."

We began dancing again but were so passionately fondling and hugging that we lost track of the music. "Darling," she moaned, "Put it in me again ... please." I bent my knees to get low enough to enter her and she opened her legs and stood on her toes and guided my penis into her slippery loveliness. "Mmmm, thank you."

We soon found we couldn't dance comfortable with my knees bent and her legs open so far. With my hands on her bottom cheeks I lifted her so that I could plunge all the way in. She wrapped her legs around my hips and, for a few more moments, we 'danced'. Finally, I danced us to the couch where, still holding her on me, I first sat and then lay back against the pillows at the end. She stretched out on top of me and we began to rapturously squirm and thrust. We moved slowly at first but, as each of us felt the approach of orgasm, the tempo increased. I cupped her hanging breasts and avidly sucked her nipples - sometimes stopping to kiss her tenderly while I caressed her beautiful thighs - urging them to hug me more tightly between them.

Finally she quaked and moaned into our kiss and I could wait no longer. I hugged her close and rapturously emptied into her.

"I felt you throbbing in me again. It makes me feel warm and close to you," she sighed. "My pussy feels so good."

We lay quietly for a while and kissed and caressed. Dorothy began to move from on top of me and, on the way, stopped to lave and suck our love lotions from my now drooping penis. As she caressed it gently with fingers of both hands she lovingly kissed the head. I couldn't help myself - the drooping penis became hopefully semi-erect. Dorothy looked up at me, and as she held my hand, sent me a soft kiss. Still on her knees, she sat up and shrugged out of her pegnoir, dropped it on the floor and leaned back toward the other end of the sofa. She wore a wistful smile of satisfied success and her half-closed eyes and partly open mouth had the look of haunting hunger and lust. She was always especially beautiful after an orgasm - and she had had several on this blissful day. She lay back languidly and her stockinged legs swished as she naturally fell into a relaxed and becoming pose -half reclined with thighs close together, one leg straight out and the other partly bent - almost a model's pose. Her legs were incredibly gorgeous. While sending me little kisses her hands caressed the sides of her breasts, proudly presenting them.

She held her hand out to me and sent me another kiss. I adored her so and she looked so beautiful that I was drawn to her like a magnet. I knelt on the floor beside her so that I could enjoy her beauty and her body while I pleasured her with soft touches and caresses and kisses. She lay her head back on the pillow and turned to smile at me - eyes still half-closed. Her hand touched me. I held it in my hands, kissed the palm and fingers, and placed it on the sofa at her side.

Irresistibly I began running my fingers lightly over her skin - first her shoulder, then her chest and then her cheeks and face. Feather touches followed by feather kisses. I brushed her lips with mine and continued down her neck. Her wondrous breasts now lay softly to each side - nipples still pink from loving. I softly caressed each to raise it to my mouth and lave the large ovals of her areolae and gently suck and lightly kiss. Her hand came up to lazily muss in my hair and hold my neck as I sucked. My fingers continued their feathery trail around her breasts and down her tummy - which spasmed as my fingers passed over the ticklish spots below her ribs. I traced delicate lines down each side of her tummy, skirting the edges of her trimmed pubic hair to the tops of her thighs. I adoringly took each thigh in both hands in gentle massage - almost, but not quite, touching her moist labia. Dorothy's hand rested on my shoulder and back. She very quietly moaned and hummed and sighed - and tried to remain still and relaxed. Her inner thighs were flushed where they had been hugging me so often. My hands then trailed down each gorgeous stockinged leg, now finger-touching then gently kneading - sometimes feather-kissing a thigh or knee or calf. I removed her slippers to massage her feet and toes and then began to retrace an adoring path up those captivating legs. My lips followed the trail of my hands and reveled in the warmth of her creamy flesh when they reached the tops of her stockings.

In a dreamy, relaxed whisper, "Would you like to remove my stockings, Darling? So I'm completely naked for you?"

"Mmmmmm," Was all I needed to say. I slid each stocking slowly and carefully down - sometimes following with soft kisses on the smooth, newly exposed thighs and knees and calves. Such beautiful legs! When the last stocking was removed I kissed my way back up each leg.

As my hands again massaged her upper legs she instinctively parted her thighs. Her hips and vulva began flexing in invitation and anticipation. My lips brushed their way up each thigh until the rich aroma of her passion possessed me. I could see the wetness flowing from her and my lips and tongue could resist no longer. I licked the moisture from her thighs and labia and sucked them gently into my mouth. My tongue probed between those welcoming nether lips and finally found its way to her waiting clitoris. Dorothy's moans became stronger and her hand pressed the back of my head. Her pelvis shuddered and her moan became high-pitched. I replaced my lips and tongue with my fingers and thumb as I lay my head on her breasts. My erection was near bursting.

After a few moments she sighed, "Darling, you made me feel so wonderful. Please lay down between my legs and put your beautiful cock in me again." As I positioned myself on the sofa she opened her legs to welcome me. Her labia flowered and, when I slowly entered her, she groaned in ecstacy. At first we squirmed lazily but soon we were fucking feverishly. She spasmed quickly. I took a little longer. She orgasmed twice more before I gave her mine.

When we lay together in a melting, hugging afterglow she said in a low husky voice, "Darling, that was beautiful. I love you. And your love makes me warm inside." And then she confessed in a whisper, "And it makes me feel beautiful and sexy and wanton when your beautiful cock gets so hard and I see how much you love to look at and feel my legs and thighs, and squeeze and suck on my breasts, and kiss and suck and lick my ... my ... cunt. I get so wet ... and hot ... when I let you look at my legs and thighs and show you my pussy that I'm ready for you to ... fuck me ... even before we've touched."

And I confessed, "No matter where we are my eyes follow you and adore you, waiting for a momentary raise of skirt, glimpse of thigh or press of nipple against fabric. There's no way I can hide from you how quickly the hopeful 'intruder' rises to the occasion when I look at you and touch you." I slipped out of her arms and lowered my lips one more time to her overflowing pussy - licking, kissing, sucking.

She sighed, "Bring your mouth up to me, Lover, and let me taste our honey on your lips." I slithered up between her legs and kissed her richly. "Mmmmmmm, ... I can taste you ... and me." She reached down between us and stuffed my not-quite-soft penis into her loving place. Her precious thighs hugged me close. For a long time we lay warmly embraced, nuzzling, squirming, moaning, sighing. She shivered when she felt my dry spasm.




Affair of the Trainee & the Manager Ch. 04



At last we knew our time together was nearing its end. We vowed we would somehow make more Saturdays as wonderful as this one.

Dorothy helped me retrieve my clothes and dress. As though she were my supportive wife, she held out my briefcase as I paused at the door, kissed me like a newlywed - serenely naked, and thanked me again for the rose. We parted reluctantly and I left to finish my Saturday errands.



Affair of the Trainee & the Manager Ch. 05



Dorothy and I continued to have our "ups and downs" so to speak. I was permanently assigned a promising position in the head office of the bank downtown. We met frequently for short visits a few times a week after work with the usual frustrations. During the past few months we also had managed a couple of rapturous Saturdays. But, of course, we couldn't be together in the way that we wanted as often as we wanted. 

In short, we usually were hungry for each other but could do little about it other than accept the hunger. But thank Eros (the god of love) for Christmas! Dorothy called me at the office one day late in November to ask if I could come to the annual branch Christmas party the second Friday in December. She said everyone at the branch agreed that I should be invited. Actually, I had got along well with everyone and was kind of "adopted" as a an ex officio member of the branch family. Even the branch manager had assumed a sort of aloof fatherly attitude toward me - probably because I appeared to be fairly bright but displayed a pathetic lack of the skills necessary to perform as a teller - like balancing my day's work, for example!

The idea sounded wonderful. The party would be fun and, most important, Dorothy and I might be able to spend some time together. I told Dorothy I definitely wanted to come but that I'd have to run it by Constance as a family courtesy, and to be sure there weren't any family plans. I called Dorothy back the next day to confirm that wild horses couldn't keep me away.

The party was held right after the day's close of business at the branch. The venue was a favorite suburban gathering and dining spot that had been a branch customer for many years. We were set up in a banquet room off the main dining room and lounge. Tables were set for dinner and open floor space was clear for dancing to a good quality taped music system.

I worked an hour or so later than usual because I knew the branch people would have to finish balancing the day's work after the late Friday closing, and wouldn't start arriving at the restaurant until at least 7:00pm or so. When I arrived a few people were already there, including the branch manager. I got a vodka and tonic to nurse and chatted with him for a while until Bob and Jan came in. It was good to see them again. Dorothy came in soon after them and the four of us took a table together for dinner. I brought Dorothy a white wine and sat down beside her. Her eyes were sparkling and when she looked at me she alternated between her impish conspiratorial grin and that doe-eyed look of love and lust. I'm sure that, to her, my eyes had the look of an adoring puppy dog.

She looked stunning in a very dark bottle green silk dress with scoop neckline and three quarter length sleeves. The skirt came to a few inches above her knees and was accented with diagonal pleat effect from waist to hem that had the appearance of a wrap-around overlap. The black stockings adorning her remarkable legs were very sheer. Her shoes were saucy black sling-back sandals with smartly high heels. She was a knockout and I told her so, "You look absolutely smashing - gorgeous dress!"

"Why, thank you, kind sir." 

I had never seen Dorothy wear anything with an open neckline before. She was publicly quite shy about her body. Every dress and blouse she owned buttoned to the neck. This one scooped low enough so that a bit of her generous cleavage was enticingly in view as was the gentle fullness of the tops of her breasts. From the way her breasts had moved when she walked or as she sat down at the table it appeared she might not be wearing a bra - heaven knows she didn't need one to maintain shape or decolletage - but this would be a "first". I was certain she must have worn a decorative scarf during the day at the branch to cover her loveliness during business hours.

The four of us chatted spiritedly during the meal. We liked each other and, of course, had a common bond of knowledge of secret liaisons. When the meal was finished a few couples began to dance, but we first adjourned to the lounge for an after dinner drink. We took a semi-circular booth. At the moment I saw no other branch people in the lounge. Bob and Jan were clearly holding hands under the table cloth and briefly Jan hugged her cheek against Bob's shoulder.

Dorothy had put her hand on my leg and was softly stroking. I put my hand on her thigh - her legs were crossed. The silk of her dress was marvelously soft and her thigh, of course, felt inspiring. This was as close as we'd been all evening and for the first time I smelled her soft perfume. For a moment we shared affectionate glances. I moved my hand to her knee below the hem of the dress and caressed sculpted cap and the softness on the inside. All the while - with hands busy under the table - the four of us chatted and chuckled and innocently sipped our aperitifs. Every once in a while one of us would inexplicably stop in mid-sentence. I think we all privately guessed that meant things were happening under the table. Soon Dorothy's hand left my leg to warmly squeeze my hand and gently urge it further up her thigh. Because her public deportment is usually very conservative, I was amazed when she also parted the wraparound skirt feature until it felt as though it covered none of her sweet thighs. Fortunately the table cloth obscured all this from public view. My hand brushed over the lace trim at the top of her stockings and languished on the warm, creamy flesh of her upper thigh. By this time there was a definite stirring in my loins. Dorothy's hand returned to my leg and ventured very close to the site of my stirrings. And as she did so, she uncrossed her legs and left them slightly open.

My ardor rose and began to replace caution and I moved my hand between her luscious legs and up to her mons, expecting to feel delicate panty fabric against the edge of my hand. What I felt instead was the tickle of the pubic hair patch above her Venus mound! My darling vixen was wearing no panties! I turned to give her a guarded look of genuine surprise and got in return her impish grin and a tiny air kiss. She then placed her hand directly on my now very stiff penis. In retaliation, I placed my hand directly over her vulva and inserted a finger between her labia and began stroking up and down in that lush channel from her vagina to her awakening clitoris. Dorothy wiggled imperceptibly and opened her legs just a little further as she stroked up and down the length of my erection and tilted her pelvis into my fingers with the result that, on each down stroke, a finger or two dipped into her wet, fevered entrance. Every few moments she hugged my hand between her thighs.

Before long we each were in a state. It was clear there was no resolution to our rising problems here in the lounge. If we continued along these lines unabated we would create quite a scene. Giving her loins a little squeeze, I suggested to Bob and Jan that we join the others for a little dancing. I'll never know, but I suspect they likewise were in the midst of an insoluble situation, because all of us had practically stopped trying to chat.

With my napkin I dabbed the wetness from Dorothy's moist vulva and then squirmed about to get my erection as flat as possible against my stomach. I held the napkin over my front as I got out of the booth. My alert sweetheart moved in front of me to shield the view and we adjourned to the banquet room.

As assistant manager, Dorothy felt compelled to make the circuit of the room and wish everyone a pleasant evening and Merry Christmas. Finally we retrieved a couple of wines from our private bar and returned to our table to rejoin Bob and Jan. After just a few minutes I said, "Please excuse us, you two, but I'm dying to dance with this exquisite creature." And I took Dorothy's hand and led her to the floor. Bob and Jan followed.

"Thank you for walking in front of me leaving the lounge," I said as we assumed a sedate dancing pose. "I wasn't exactly presentable for the public but I thought we needed to get out of there and be somehow alone together - like dancing - maybe. You felt so wonderful and you were being such a devil with my... man thing... that... well, you know."

"Uhhmmm, I know," was her humming reply as she abandoned the sedate dancing pose and pressed closer. "You always make such a tent in your pants! You were sweet to get us out of there and onto the dance floor though. You also were sweet to dry my... precious loving place... with your napkin before we got up. You made me so wet I would have spotted my skirt. You were so hard I wanted to unzip you and take you out... and I melted when you felt my legs and thighs and... did things to me!" She squirmed into my groin and murmured, "Hold me tighter, Darling,... I like to feel you poking my tummy." With her head on my shoulder and lips close to my ear she sighed, "I guess it would have been... a little embarrassing... if I'd had an... orgasm in the lounge."

I whispered back, "Just a little."

The music was slow and Dorothy had molded herself against me, almost straddling my right leg. After dinner when people began to dance, the lights in the banquet room were turned down very low. "It's pretty dim in here. Do you suppose anyone will notice how close we're dancing? And, by the way, you're a devil for forgetting to put your panties on tonight! You feel wonderful."

"No one's paying attention. Anyway, we're not the only secret lovers in this bunch of party people." She kissed my ear and added, "And I didn't forget... I took them off right after work."

Dorothy knew her 'family' better than I did. I looked around. Besides Bob and Jan, who looked amorous, there were other couples who were dancing very close together casting unbusinesslike looks at each other - including the branch manager and one of the more attractive older tellers.

Then she whispered, "Besides my panties, I also remembered to wear nothing else under this dress, Lecherous Lover." Fortunately, my sweetheart was four or five years older than I, so she couldn't call me a lecherous 'old man'. "Darling," she continued, "Your leg feels so... encouraging... between my thighs, but I wish you could put something else between them."

"Mmmm, me too." I looked down at her luscious cleavage and watched the gentle jiggling of unrestrained bosom. "You've always told me you think your breasts hang down too much. You're absolutely beautiful in this dress. Now I hope you'll believe me when I tell you how very lovely your breasts are."

"I finally believed you... that's why I took my bra off too." We had abandoned the traditional dancing pose and had both arms around each other as we swayed to the music. We had danced over to a remote edge of the dance floor. I noticed Bob and Jan nearby. Dorothy's arms were around my neck. Mine were around her lower back and on her gorgeous hips and tush. Without any under clothes she felt heavenly through the silk. One of her hands left my neck and drifted between us to the front of my trousers. Without losing a beat, she unzipped my fly and reached inside to find my very erect erection. "Mmmm, no undershorts!" She pulled it out, parted the wrap-around overlap of her dress, and pressed it against her tummy. Then she pushed it down until it was straining against her vulva. With her arm back up around my neck she gasped, "There, that's much better!" She melted her body into mine and we danced on in a private rapture. The head of my penis was pressed between her inner labia and nuzzling with her clitoris.

She maneuvered us so that my back was to the rest of the room and she was obscured from view. Then, with her dancing on tip toes and me dancing with knees slightly bent, she began a rhythmic tilting of her pelvis against me - rubbing her clitoris and inner labia up and down my erection. "There," she whispered, "does that feel better? Uhhmmm, Sweetheart, I want you in me!"

"Darling, you're dripping wet again. So warm and inviting."

"I've been mushy ever since we left the lounge, Honey. I need you to do for me what I love you to do... you know... kiss me and love me... love my...! Oh, God, Honey, hold me closer - you're making me feel so wonderful - you're a marvelous... dancer." She was on tip toes and it felt like half my hardness was sliding up and down in the slick channel. I thought I could feel the stiffly protruding, pea-size nub of her clitoris. Her pelvis quaked gently and I felt her shiver. "Unngh... Mmmmm! Loverrrr."

"Darling, I'm going to dance us over through that archway. I want you so much - maybe there's an empty room over there," I mumbled.

"Oh, yesss, pleeease". She was kissing my neck and sucking on my ear lobe. "There are restrooms and some other doors in that hallway," she whispered back. "Hold me closer, please, you feel so good." We couldn't get any closer, of course. We were glued together from chest to groin - we could hardly move to the music. My lower hand was under the cheeks of her bottom mushing us tightly and my upper hand was at the middle of her back pressing her breasts to me. She continued rubbing her pussy up and down on my very excited erection. We were in a state of increasing bliss.

When we were through the archway and around the corner we reluctantly broke our embrace and, holding hands, tried the hallway doors. My stiff penis was wagging in front of me. One door opened to a small meeting room with a few lounge chairs and a few straight back chairs around a low conference table. We slipped inside, closed and locked the door, and turned on a small lamp on a side table. We were hugging fiercely again in an instant. My erection was still sticking out of my pants. Dorothy again parted her skirt, gently took hold of my swooning protruder, and guided it to her anxious pussy. "Honey, I can't wait! Put it in and do it to me!" she gasped. "I'm so wet and ready for you." 

"Darling, I'm so hungry for you I almost came on your tummy while we were dancing." While I bent my knees a little to thrust up into her she lifted her dress to her hips and raised one leg up to rest on my hip and hook around behind me. I unhooked my pants and let them drop to the floor. With our mouths merged in a luscious kiss and humming groans and screams and whines onto each other's lips, we squirmed and pumped and thrust into a series of quakes, shudders and eruption that left us breathless.

We stood hugging and kissing quietly until my penis fell out of her vagina. "Sweetheart," her voice was soft, "I don't have any tissues. My purse is in the other room. Let me kiss and lick our love juices from your wonderful private parts." While our eyes locked together in after-lust I affectionately held her hands as she lowered herself to her knees and took my half-hard penis in her mouth. I caressed her cheeks and fingered her hair as she gently sucked and laved and kissed me. Bent forward as she was I could see into the front of her dress. It was true, she was wearing no bra. Her gorgeous breasts were hanging free. I bent down a little to push the dress off her shoulders and lovingly cupped both my hands under her hanging loveliness. Her mouth came off my reviving penis and her eyes looked up in warmth and desire. "Some of your cum squeezed into my mouth... I love when that happens." She sent me an air kiss and sighed, "Unzip my dress a little." I did and her hands went back to stroking me into her loving mouth. I caressed her beautiful breasts and gently pinched and pulled her nipples. Soon she put her hands on my hips and, with my hands cradling her breasts, she rose back up to kiss me with lips wet from the honey of our loving. She murmured on my lips, "I think you're getting hard already."

"Ummm hmmmm,... your lips were very sweet." I bent to kiss her nipples. "Now, Darling, I want to nuzzle and kiss and suck between your thighs."

"Uhhmmm, I hoped you'd say that," softly again.

I stepped out of my trousers, took off my tie, and unbuttoned my shirt. Then I kissed her as I backed her over to one of the lounge chairs. While her hands held my firming penis, my hands caressed and supported her swaying breasts. When we reached the chair she raised her skirt to her waist and, although half naked, sat demurely. When I knelt before her she parted her stunning legs then leaned forward, took my cheeks in her hands and kissed me lovingly. My hands were still cradling her breasts and I nuzzled in her cleavage while I pressed their softness against my cheeks. The scent of her perfume was like an aphrodisiac. I caressed each one and pulled each nipple to my lips to suck and nibble. Her thighs hugged me close to her and her hands on my head held my lips to her nipples. Her hums and groans urged me on. My hands left her breasts and trailed down her narrow waist and rounded hips as my lips found the tender spots in her groin at the top of each leg. And then I couldn't resist feeling slowly down and up each stockinged leg and massaging and caressing each soft, naked thigh. While I kissed and nuzzled between her thighs I reached my hands under her legs to grasp the cheeks of her bum and pull her dripping vulva to my lips. Dorothy slid to the edge of the seat and put her legs on my shoulders.

Her eyes were closed and her quiet breathing was a little rapid when she sighed softly, "Oohhh, Sweetheart, I love it when you feel and love my legs and thighs like that... and you make me melt when you kiss and cuddle between my legs... especially when you do what you're doing now. Sometimes I... cum so hard... when you kiss... and lick and... suck on me... down there - when you kiss and suck... on my - mmmm, your loving lips. Oh, Alex,... Please don't stop!" With her thighs resting on my shoulders I could reached up and around them to caress and squeeze her breasts. I gently pinched and pulled her nipples. Her thighs hugged my cheeks as I made love to her gushing pussy and butterflied my tongue on her clitoris. Her hands held my head against her as she rhythmically flexed her pelvis and ground her clitoris against my lips and tongue. "Aahhnngghh, Honneeyyy!" she purred while her tummy rippled and her pussy shivered against my lips. Her thighs shook and quivered around my cheeks. I continued to softly lave her love-lips while her body relaxed. 

In a few moments I moved up to suck on her nipples again and to kiss her softly smiling lips. "Darling, your thighs were so soft and warm against my cheeks, and our love honey tastes wonderful - and full of our love. And I faintly caught the scent of your perfume," I murmured into her lips. "I'm hard and throbbing for you again."

"I want you in me. You can have me any way you want, Sweetheart, Just put it in me and do it... and do it... and do it to me," she whispered between kisses. "Help me take my dress off. I want to be naked for you." I helped her out of the chair, unzipped her dress the rest of the way and slipped it off. She was a vision of loveliness and love and lust. She stepped close to me, took my erection in her hands and rubbed her pussy on it. I cupped her hanging breasts in my hands and bent to suck and kiss them.

While I caressed and sucked and while she held me in her hands we slowly moved toward the conference table until her bottom rested against it. I lifted her to sit on its edge. She opened her thighs and guided my erection into her abode of everlasting lust.

I held her hips and bottom so that I could thrust into her. Her thighs hugged me close and her ankles were locked behind me. With one hand braced on the table behind her, her other hand offered her breasts to my lips. I sucked and nibbled hungrily. She was very wet and each thrust and withdrawal and squirming about was accompanied by the intimate sound of muffled squishing. Except for two small moles, the skin on her full breasts was clear and almost translucent. Here and there a tiny blue vein trailed beneath the surface. Her large, oval areolae were pale pinkish brown, but her nipples were vivid pink from my sucking and pinching. Dorothy let out low moans and suppressed screams when her thighs quivered against mine and her tummy spasmed. I had moved one hand to her Venus mound and caressed her clitoris.




Affair of the Trainee & the Manager Ch. 05



I was, at one and the same time, filled with the earthy thrill of fucking a lust-filled wanton while I was utterly transported by an outpouring of affection for this warm and selfless lover I adored so much. Together we created a private little niche of heaven.

The urgency of her spasms rose and she put both arms around my shoulders so that she could thrust her flowering vulva against me. Momentarily she squealed through her teeth and partially closed lips as her entire lower body shook against and around me. As she began to go limp in my arms I held her close and kissed her and emptied into her with a thrill that tingled from my roots to the underside of my throbbing head.

Dorothy seemed to be in a state of utter relaxation - a kind of sensual trance. She remained limp in my arms and her arms had fallen from my shoulders to lay at her sides. Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted. For a few minutes I held her close to me and tenderly kissed her lips. Her tongue languidly danced with mine while our heavy breathing ebbed. She hummed little sighs. She was still utterly relaxed in what seemed like a euphoria. I cradled her head and shoulders in one arm, lifted her legs with the other and stepped to the side of the conference table. I moved her until she was entirely on the table, one leg laying straight out and the other slightly bent at the knee. I left her momentarily to retrieve my jacket and trousers, fold them into a pillow, and place them under her head. I kissed her softly again. "Thank you, Darling," she smiled in a languorous sigh. "I feel so wonderful and full of you."

Standing at the side of the table I bent to kiss her and slowly began to feather-touch and feel her curves and swells from nose to ankles. I was overcome with affection and lust, languidly adoring my Love Goddess on her altar of lust. My hands paused to raise her lazy breasts while I licked their puckering nipples. Her areolae were swollen nibs on her soft melons. My hands slowed again as I barely brushed her remaining patch of pubic hair, grazed her puffy, naked labia and relished the pale purity of her beautiful thighs. On the way back up those gorgeous legs I straightened and snugged her stockings, relished her thighs again, lightly kissed her labia and returned my lips to her breasts.

As my lips came off her nipples she sighed, "Thank you for straightening my stockings, Sweetheart. I'm with my lover tonight and I want to be beautiful for him while we're alone together and he's caressing my body... and feeling my legs... and fucking me. Uhhmmm, he's been fucking me a lot and I feel wonderful." She had turned her head toward me and raised one hand to bring my lips to hers. She murmured, "And my clitoris is tingling again."

"Darling, I want to put my lips on your pussy again. I can't get enough of you."

"Uhhmmm, please! You can have all of me you want, Darling. I feel so warm and sexy lying here with you caressing me." I got up on the table beside her, rested my cheeks between her thighs and began to lave our drippings from her resting pussy. "Honnneeyyy,... bring your wonderful penis... where I can hold it... and kiss it." With my lips and tongue busy in her luscious labia and on her clitoris, I moved my hips closer to her head. She took my reviving penis in her hand and guided it to her mouth where she warmed and bathed it. Her other hand lovingly cupped and caressed my scrotum. Her kissing and caressing of me was a true loving. It was part of the continuum of our affection and passion - as was my irresistible desire to love her private parts and snuggle in her thighs.

She couldn't pull my head against her because her hands were busy elsewhere, but she languorously thrust her pubis to meet my lips and tongue and squeezed her thighs against my cheeks to hold me close. Her scent now was very earthy, fresh, and compelling. Her juices had begun again to leak into my mouth.

Dorothy's fingers were holding my impudent intruder like they would a delicacy. Her lips were alternately kissing and enveloping its head. In between her ministrations she uttered, "Darling, you're making my... my... pussy feel wonderful. And I love your penis. It's getting so hard again! The head is getting warmer and bulging... in my mouth. I want you in me again, Honey! Your mouth is making... my pussy hungry for you. You know how my pussy... loves to make love... when I'm with you. Lay between my legs and do it to me!" Her stockings rustled in my ears as I kissed my way up from between her legs. She opened them wide and, with her arms outstretched, beckoned me to lay my head on her breasts and enter her. With my weight on my elbows and knees, I placed my swooning penis at her entrance and it slipped effortlessly inside her slippery, waiting velvet glove. She wrapped her legs around me and thrust us together in several rapid strokes. Then her movements slowed and she sighed in smiling, affectionate rapture.

This was a slow and loving fuck. Although I was between her legs and on top of her, my upper body was resting on my shoulder beside her to relieve the weight. One arm was beneath her around her waist holding her hips against my slow thrusts and wiggles. My other hand caressed her breasts, and between our kisses, held them to my lips. One of her hands also helped to offer her generous breasts to be kissed and nibbled. When we kissed our eyes met with the affectionate look of passionate surrender.

Her thighs and tummy tensed and shivered and she murmured, "I'm having little mini-cums. Please fuck me hard now, Darling."

I raised myself over her again and began to thrust vigorously. Then I moved higher against her until my plunging penis grazed her clitoris for its total length with each thrust and withdrawal. She looked utterly beautiful beneath me. Her legs were open wide, breasts rippling like jello, hips moving to meet me, arms stretched over her head. I put my hands in hers, feigning mild bondage. In a few moments she stifled a scream. Her thighs and tummy shook. I couldn't believe I could come again so soon, but my toes curled, my body tensed, and I emptied into her warm and welcoming inner sanctum.

She put her arms around me and drew me to her. We kissed softly. "I love to make love to you, Darling," I whispered into her lips.

"I'm glad, because I love it when you do," she quietly returned. "I've never felt this way before."

We lay quietly for a while - melded together, kissing and humming and saying secret things to each other. Finally we knew we had over-stayed our reasonable absence from the party. Besides, the table top was beginning to feel uncomfortably hard. Reluctantly we got off the table, holding and touching, not wanting to let the moment go. When we had dressed I gave her my comb and playfully suggested she check in the mirror over the small sideboard. She groaned when she saw her hair. In a few minutes she was presentable again. She would have to somehow retrieve her purse and apply some lipstick before facing the general public. We kissed once more in an unspoken promise.

We decided to return to our dining room from separate paths. I would go down the hall outside our door and into the bar. From there I would meet her at our dining table. She would take the direct route. I don't know if we fooled anyone, but it seemed to work well. No one appeared to take notice of our long absence. Soon we were sipping our wines and returning to the dance floor.

When the party came to a close I thanked the branch manager for the invitation and a pleasant evening. I retrieved Dorothy's coat along with mine and helped her into it. We walked to our cars together but not arm-in-arm as we would have liked - too many others also walking to the parking area. "It was wonderful being with you tonight, Sweetheart," I said as we walked. "I've never danced quite like that before - and I've never enjoyed dancing that much before!"

"Oh, Alex! I don't know what came over me on the dance floor! Well, that's not true, I know exactly what came over me! I love it when we're together; and when we are, I can't help wanting you." We reached her car and, as we stood beside it out of sight, we kissed longingly. In a low soft voice she said, "You make me feel so special when you make love to me. I feel things I've never felt before. And you make me feel beautiful and loved. I wish we could go home together. I sometimes fantasize that we're spending a weekend alone together. I wish we could."

"That's my dream, too. Let's keep the dream alive. Maybe it will happen," I said against her lips. And then, "I wish fate had brought us together a few years sooner." I began to think about the hour, dark streets, and Dorothy going home alone; it was nearly midnight. I said to her, "I don't feel right about leaving you to drive home alone at this hour. I'll follow you home and wait to make sure everything is OK in the house."

"I'll be alright, Honey. You don't have to bother."

"It's no bother - I insist. Please, Sweetheart."

"OK. You're sweet. When I'm inside and everything's alright, I'll come to the door and wave."

I followed her home and parked across the street while she went in. I didn't see her husband's car - probably in the garage. In a few moments she came back to the door and, instead of waving goodbye, motioned for me to come to the door. I left my car and went to her door.

"Jim left a note. He went out with some friends and is staying over at one of their houses. You know how he's been lately." She had the note in her hand.

I knew how he'd been, of course. Distant. "Did you check through the house? Is everything OK?"

"I didn't go through the house." And then, with a lopsided smirk and sly look of eye, she said, "There could be a boogy man some-where. Maybe you'd better help me look around." She took my hand, pulled me inside and closed the door. She stepped up out of the foyer, turned and put her arms around my neck. She was a step higher and my arms went around her waist and hips. While we kissed I slipped one hand under her skirt to feel and hug the cheeks of her curvaceous tush. She murmured into my lips, "I love not wearing panties when we're together." Before we got too involved she took my hand again and we went through the bedrooms and down to the basement. She stayed on the steps while I poked around. When I came back to the stairs she was waiting a few steps up. One foot on the next higher step. From the bottom of the stairs I could see half way up her skirt and the foot on the higher step caused the knee and thigh to be exposed through the wrap-around skirt opening. I stared for a moment at her gorgeous legs.

"Did you find anything... dangerous?" she said in a low voice and with another lopsided smirk.

"Uhm uhm."

"I thought I noticed you staring at something... up my skirt."

"Oh oh - you caught me. I was looking at your absolutely gorgeous legs. Actually, they look pretty... dangerous," I returned in mock embarrassment.

She reached her hand down for me and said, "You're such a lecher!" With her other hand she opened the skirt a little further giving me a momentary glimpse of her creamy thighs and pubic hair, blew me an air kiss, and headed up the stairs with a flounce. At the top of the stairs she turned and put her arms around my neck. "But you're a wonderful lecher." And after a lingering kiss, "Do you have to get home right away?... Maybe we could... listen to some music for a little while."

My arms went around her waist and a hand slid down over a soft, round hip. "I'd love to. I can stay for a while." And we kissed - softly and slowly at first and then more lushly. She led me back to the living room and helped me out of my jacket and tie. When we were leaving the restaurant my feeling of affection for Dorothy was strong; but I felt so sated that I was sure I wouldn't be interested in sex for days. I sensed she felt that way too. Now, just an hour later, our chemistry and her irresistible beauty had restored the compelling state of lust in which we usually found ourselves.

In a soft voice, "You know how to work the stereo, Darling. While you put some music on I think I'll change into something... more casual." She gave me another lush kiss, rubbed her tummy against the growing tent in my trousers, and disappeared toward her bedroom. I went into the den and selected a slow dance tape, put it on and browsed through her music collection. In a few minutes she came up behind me, put her arms around my waist and asked, "Would you like some coffee or tea or a drink?"

"No thanks, Sweetheart." As I began to turn around she stepped back and for a moment I was speechless. She was utterly captivating and irresistible. She was wearing a tiny, coffee brown, shear nightie. It was completely open at the sides except for a rolled satin tie at the side below each arm. The front and back panels draped to expose the sides of both hips and thighs. The rolled satin of the spaghetti shoulder straps continued down to form the edge the deeply draping round neckline which barely covered the areolae of her softly hanging, swaying breasts and exposed not only the top but also the bottom of her beguiling cleavage. The hem of the front panel managed to fall just barely below her pubic area. She wore coffee brown, high-heeled satin mules on her dainty feet and no stockings. Her legs were gorgeous and, without stockings, the skin was like flawless porcelain.

Dorothy had brushed her hair into full, soft waves that framed her lovely face and fell to her shoulders. In a feminine gesture she swept the waves back with a hand and struck a model-like pose - hands on hips, knee bent and toe pointed. With eyes looking up from hooded lids she said through a sultry smile, "I bought this just for you last weekend. Do you think I look alright? I feel a little... under-dressed right now." It was evident that modeling the very revealing nightie and inviting my eyes to feast on her was rapidly raising her sexual temperature. I knew it was raising mine.

I was nearly breathless, "That's because I'm over-dressed, Darling. I've never seen you look more beautiful... and... desirable. You're perfectly attired for an... intimate evening... with your lover." She did a couple of model's turns. The neckline swooped a little lower in back and the hem barely her curvaceous tush. The very bottoms of her bum cheeks and the crevice between her thighs peeked out when she moved. She was exquisitely inviting. An hour ago I was reasonably sated. In the last quarter hour I had become completely aroused. I suddenly felt as though I had just returned to civilization from a deserted island. I muttered, "Would you please help me take off some of these clothes?"

"Uhmm yes, Darling. I'm glad you like my... nightie and I'd love to take off your clothes." I started on my shirt and Dorothy started on my trousers. She was gentle but loving when she coaxed my erection out of its confines -holding it and fondling it and kissing it before she helped me step out of my pants. Finally I was stark naked - right down to bare feet. "Would you like me to get the silk jacket for you?"

"Only if you want me to wear it. I feel just fine."

"Uhhmmm. You look just fine. I think I like you just the way you are. There's something long and stiff bobbing around in front of you." Her voice became a throaty whisper. "Is that a vote of approval?" She slowly moved toward me in small steps timed with the music. The music! No surprise - I had completely lost track of the music. 

My voice was a little husky, "Without a doubt, you may regard that as a strong vote of approval. You're so very beautiful, Darling. Are you more comfortable... now that I'm not so fully clothed?"

"I feel wonderful," her voice a compelling whisper. Dorothy held her hand out to begin to slow dance in front of me. I took both her hands. We remained the length of our outstretched arms apart and began to dance together. As I moved with the music my enthralled, stiff penis swayed back and forth and bobbed up and down. Dorothy's eyes repeatedly looked at my body and my enthralled penis and then into my eyes with molten lust and growing passion - then back at my penis. Her body movements were rhythmically fluid and slightly exaggerated. Her groin was thrust forward and her hips swivelled and swayed with each step causing first one hip and then the other to be more fully revealed from under the nightie to a point above her waist. The hem couldn't keep up and failed to cover her inviting mons. It seemed her vulva was flirting with my penis... her eyes were flirting with it too. Her shoulders countered the sway of hips and between the two areas her breasts swayed and jiggled in voluptuous counterpoint. First one and then the other would expose nearly half its aureola and then sway back to the shadows of the soft, shear nightie. Her areolae had swollen and her nipples had become erect.

We continued to dance apart holding hands, our eyes boldly drinking in each other's sexual treasures. Dorothy clearly was sensually aroused at watching my eyes move from one gorgeous part of her body to another as they were repeatedly revealed and concealed. In a breathless, husky whisper she asked, "My nightie doesn't keep me covered very well, does it, Darling?"

Our smoldering eyes met. "Uhm uhhmm," was all I could say.

"I hope you don't mind," she teased with husky passion, swaying provocatively. "Would you like me to wear stockings?... I know you love my legs... in stockings."

"Your legs look heavenly. I love you... just the way you are."

Our arms length dance was an exquisite sexual tease to which both of us were passionately responding. We continued to step seductively to the rhythm of the music. Dorothy blew me an air kiss when our smoldering eyes met after each flirting thrust of her naughty pussy... she loved to see my smoldering eyes languish on the love-garden between her legs. When I caught her eyes after seeing them dote on my bobbing arrow, I air-kissed her back. During our languid dance moves I raised one arm over her head for her to do a turn. She did one turn, noted the swaying results, looked briefly into my eyes, and did two more turns. Each turn had caused the shear front and skirt panels of her nightie to sway completely from one hip across to the other before dropping lightly back in place. In the back the entire curving lushness of her bottom cheeks were revealed. In front both hips, her feminine curve of tummy, and the beauty of her puffy mons and the "V" where it met her thighs smiled at my adoring eyes.

Dorothy reached for my throbbing penis, gently stroked it a few times, held it for a moment and whispered, "I loved doing those turns... I think I should practice them... a little more." She was breathing a little more deeply - not from the exertion.

"I enjoyed them too, Sweetheart,... very much. Your body... swayed with the music... almost perfectly... Uhmm, your hips and gorgeous breasts... swaying. Yes... perhaps you should... practice a little more." She stepped into another turn and her nightie and hips and breasts swayed voluptuously. When she stopped the turn in front of me the nightie didn't make it back over the luscious mound and puckered nipple of one of her softly pendulant, swaying breasts. I gazed achingly at the sweet melon and then into her molten eyes. As I continued looking into her eyes I cupped the revealed softness and caressed it lovingly. "Your nightie didn't cover this lovely breast after that turn... I'd better comfort it a little... before I cover it for you... Then maybe we could... practice... the turn again." Both my hands surrounded the soft melon to gently squeeze while my mouth enveloped the areola and my tongue teased the saucy nipple.

Dorothy's mouth was passionately slack, her eyes were leaking love. All she could seem to get out in a croaking whisper was, "Yeesss." Soon we each were slow stepping in time with the music again while we faced each other. She stepped a little closer to me and subtly thrust her vulva out repeatedly in suggestive rhythm - her tummy rubbing my hardness. I lifted the nightie aside and bent my head and sucked her nipple into my mouth and bit lightly on it and thrust my bobbing penis to meet her. She groaned and took it in her hand. I bit and sucked again and then gently eased her breast back into the shear material. When I raised my head Dorothy was still moltenly gazing at me and her vulva was rhythmically thrusting with her dance steps - legs slightly parted - teasingly holding my penis daringly close to her love lips. And then I heard that intimate, erotic sound that always heightened our affection and our passion. She whispered to me haltingly, "Darling, I'm soaking... and my love lips... are sending you... love kisses. Can you hear them?" She stepped and thrust... and stepped and thrust... and her labia parted slightly each time and squished... and slurped... and kissed. Then she whispered, "I think I need to... practice... a little more..., Darling. If you... see something that needs... to be... comforted... please..." And she raised our arms and stepped into another series of turns.




Affair of the Trainee & the Manager Ch. 05



I danced a little closer to her as she turned and let my free hand graze her breasts and her tummy and hips as they swept by. I stopped the turns while she was facing away and moved close to her back as we continued to dance. My free hand rested on her tummy. I removed the other from her hand and reached down to push my penis so that it rested in the crevice of her tush and then reached under her nightie to cup and cradle her luscious breasts. Her arms hung languidly at her side as she swayed to the music. Her eyes were closed and her head rested back against my shoulder. Her lips were passionately slack and partially open. She pushed her bum back against my penis and swayed... and moaned quietly.

I was consumed with passion and erotically spinning with our dancing-teasing-loving. I breathed huskily into her ear, "Your nightie still doesn't cover you very well when you turn, Darling." My hand lay on her bare tummy under her nightie but was caressing downward. "When you're turning I can still see your beautiful pussy and tummy and gorgeous breasts."

Her eyes were still closed and she was still moaning, "Oh, I know. It's... just wonderful. I love it... when my nightie lifts. I love it... when you look at... my pussy. It's still... kissing you, Darling. Do you think you should... comfort... my pussy?" She parted her legs slightly and I slipped my fingers into her kissing labia, briefly caressed her clitoris, and fucked into her vagina slowly several times with two fingers. "Darling, I think my breast... got out again. I think you should... comfort it again... too. Don't you?" I cupped the again naked breast, slowly turned Dorothy around, pushed my penis down to rest between her labia, and bent my mouth to a nipple. She held me around the neck and, in rythm with the music, thrust her pussy into me, rubbing her clitoris up and down my straining erection. I squeezed and caressed and sucked and bit the exposed breast and, with my other hand on a hip, helped her dancing thrusts. One of her hands left my neck and held my hardness more snugly against her labia and clitoris. I felt her tummy shiver and then her hip quake under my hand. I left her nipple and kissed her moaning lips. She grasped me close to her and stopped dancing until her orgasm faded. "Uhhmmm, that was nice," she murmured. "Let's dance... like this... for a while."

I held her close to me with both hands under her nightie on the swaying, flexing cheeks of her rounded bottom. With her head resting on my shoulder our breasts and tummies and groins merged in a slow love dance. I was in bare feet - no extra height from shoes, and she was in three inch heels. She still wasn't as tall as I but, because she was proportionately shorter waisted and longer legged, our groins were nearly matched. I was so hungry for her that I ached. I bent my knees and gently thrust up - she knew what I wanted and guided the head of my penis between her labia to her vagina. Her eyes opened to look into mine, her lips parted slightly while she moaned, and she opened her legs far enough for me to slip into her dripping, loving warmth.

I whispered huskily, "Your pussy and my penis are... dancing."

"Uhhmmm,... uuhhhaaannnhg... They dance... divinely." Every few moments her tummy quivered in apparent mini-orgasms. With her lips on mine she murmured, "Dance me into my bedroom. I want you to make love to me in my bed... so when you're not... with me... I can think about us... fucking... and sucking... and loving... right where I'm sleeping." She moaned each time my hard penis moved back and forth and in and out with our thrusting, swaying dance steps. "Oh, Darling,... I'm so hot... Uhmm, I hope... when you fuck me... on my bed... you squirt loads of your... wonderful, sexy cum... into me." We each were nearly swooning with love and lust. The words of lust were flowing.

We managed to sway and thrust our rhythmic way through her bedroom door and stopped at the edge of her bed. With marvelous foresight she had turned down the sheets earlier. We stood together and embraced and kissed while we slowly fucked - her legs were opened as far as they could be while she remained standing and my knees were bent and flexing. My voice was a crackling groan as I whispered into our kiss, "Can I help you take off your nightie? Your body is so beautiful."

Breathlessly, "Yesss,... make me naked... please make me naked." We stayed merged together while I undid the bows at each side and lifted the lovely nightie off. Her breasts fell free and swayed and jiggled lushly until I squashed them against my chest. "Help me lay down on the bed now, Darling." Our lips remained together.

I lovingly supported her back and her hanging breasts. Our lips remained in feverish touch and her arms were around my neck. When my penis slipped free she let go one arm and gently grasped it, "I don't want your loving cock... to be cold," she breathed. As she descended I still supported her shoulders and with my other hand cupped her crotch between her legs and caressed her lowering bum, her opening thighs and, finally, her dripping vulva. "Uhmmm, I wish you could help me into bed every night. You're taking such good care of my pussy."

As she settled on the bed and moved over and began spreading her luscious thighs further open I inserted three fingers into her oozing vagina and gasped, "I don't want your loving pussy to be lonely, Sweetheart." I lay down between her legs and snuggled my penis against a calf, hugging the creamy thigh to my cheek. My mouth found her labia and clitoris - licking and sucking and feathering. Her scent was deeply and completely sexual. After she groaned through a shuddering orgasm, I slid up her body - squeezing and massaging her breasts. Her hand found my aching penis again and she guided it into her soaking, thrusting, throbbing pussy. "Uhhmmm, you're so hot and wet inside - I feel so good in you." I began slowly moving in and out. I was in heaven.

The earthy words of deep lust fell from her sweet lips. In a breathless whisper, "My cunt is so hot for you, Darling. I'm glad you're back inside. Uhhmmm, the head... of your cock... is so big now - I can feel it rubbing up and down inside my cunt... Ohh, my hot and... loving cunt... your beautiful, hard... cock... is fucking me... so good. I can hear us squishing."

I raised up a moment to look down at my swooning penis sliding in and out and at her lovely thighs welcoming me... and her loving vagina caressing me... and her luscious breasts rolling and swaying on her chest. She watched my gaze. When my eyes reached her breasts she cupped each in a hand and offered them to my lips. I lay back down and kissed her. "You're so beautiful... you make me breathless with hunger and lust... and love." Supporting my self on my elbows I took her breasts in my hands and began sucking and nibbling and squeezing. She locked her ankles behind my thighs and thrusted hungrily, burying my ecstacy as deep as it could go. Her tummy and pussy and thighs trembled and shivered in continuous, rapturous waves.

"Oh, Darling... I'm glad... you want me so much." She was whispering in breathless sighs. "I love it... when we fuck... and you've been... fucking me so much tonight... I've been cumming... all night long..." She languidly squirmed into me, trembling in ecstacy, squeezing her breasts into my mouth, whimpering and moaning, "Squirt some more... of your wonderful cum into me." I couldn't hold the lust back any longer and pushed deep into her. "You're throbbing, Darling,... I can feel your cock... cumming in meeee..." Her tummy quaked so strongly that her breasts jiggled.

We lay quietly hugging close together and softly kissing in a long, affectionate afterglow. 

On the drive home I relived the evening's special moments and dwelled longingly on thoughts of an entire weekend with Dorothy. My penis remained imaginatively firm until the turn into my street brought me back to reality.



Affair of the Trainee & the Manager Ch. 06



By the time of the Christmas Party liaison there was no question about the intensity of ardor in our relationship. Dorothy wanted to be with me whenever possible, and I wanted to be with her constantly. Neither was possible, of course. And whenever we were together, our appetites for each other seemed insatiable. The satisfaction of our hungers was possible sometimes but not always. We learned to accept the situation because each of us had been raised in a relatively puritanical family culture. Divorce as a solution, for instance, never arose as a topic in our conversations about our mutual problem and frustrations.

But we did become more inventive in our schemes to find private time together. And perhaps the growing coolness or disinterest of our spouses relaxed both their watchfulness and our sense of duty. Probably we both continued to feel the pain of infidelity, but ... maybe ... not quite as much. I suppose the subconscious excuse being 'they weren't paying as much attention, ergo they really didn't care as much'. Whatever.

As a result we occasionally contrived fictitious after-work meetings or outings with co-workers and arrived home later than usual without causing a higher than tolerable level of familial discomfort. We rarely missed one of those 'special Saturdays' at the drug store when the peculiarity of shifts of hired help chained Dorothy's husband to the store.

Those Saturdays continued to be the best of our private times. They were intimate, sometimes playful, and usually rapturous (There was inevitably a dud once in a while, of course. Nothing is perfect continuously.) Those Saturdays were far better for the nurturing of our relationship than our occasional trysts in Dorothy's car; but usually not quite as exciting. There is something unique about making love in a semi-exposed place. Especially a car.

Each of us secretly kept dreaming of that mythical "weekend". Once, in late winter, Dorothy's husband took part of a Saturday and Sunday off to go ice fishing with his jock pals. Dorothy hoped we could work that into something special, but Constance had accepted a dinner invitation for Saturday night. So it goes! We got a few hours together on that Saturday but not our dream weekend. Late in spring Constance asked if I minded if she visited for a week with her travel chum from premarital days. Her friend lived two or three hours north of us and Constance' mother had agreed to let her borrow their second car for the trip. I said I thought it would be nice for her to have some time away, of course. (Actually, I did think it would be nice for her.) She planned to leave on the Friday morning to avoid weekend traffic.

When I told Dorothy about Constance' plans she became so excited about the possibilities that she took her hand away from the front of my trousers where she had begun fiddling. We had met just a few minutes earlier in our old unfinished subdivision, and were in the midst of our affectionate greetings after a typical work day. After a few testing kisses to measure what kind of mood we each were in, I had broken the news into her ear while nuzzling her neck and stroking her very feminine curve of hip.

"Darling!" she enthused, "How much time can we spend together?" She broke away from my nuzzling and looked at me with glistening eyes wide in disbelief.

"Theoretically, you gorgeous creature, I can spend the whole week with you!" was my happy and hopeful reply.

She was quiet for a few moments, puzzling through this unexpected development. Then, "Should we try for our fantasy weekend?" Her smile was now guarded and her eyes still bright, but questioning.

"I want to be with you as much as possible. A lot depends on what you can work out." It was true; I likely could take a few vacation days, go out of town, or be away for an extended weekend -and find excuses for not being home if Constance should call. The unspoken implication was that we were limited to what was possible for Dorothy - both at home and at work.

"Oh, Alex! I want to be with you - for days on end. Let me think about it. I don't think work will be a problem if I want to take some time off. But, I'd like us to be able to be together longer than just part of a day here and there. Let me see what I can work out. When is she going?"

"A week from Friday."

The rest of that evening's short tryst was less passionate than it otherwise might have been. With guarded eagerness we explored the possibilities and weighed alternative ideas. I think lust took a momentary back seat while we enthusiastically reveled in the rare opportunity to 'make plans'.

On the phone the next day Dorothy said she had told Jim (her husband) that she wanted to spend a few days visiting a friend in a city a few hours away (somehow a familiar story?). She said he was receptive and thought maybe he could arrange an outing with a couple of his pals for some trout fishing up north. There were possibilities!

When we met a couple of days later the news was good. He and his pals were going up north for four days. They would leave Friday and get back late Monday. He somehow found a part time pharmacist to take care of the store. Dorothy and I excitedly confirmed our fantasy weekend. We would stay at an old inn on a lake an hour out of town. I made reservations the next day while at work.

At a little after noon on the 'red letter' Friday Constance called me at work just before she left the house. I wished her bon voyage and told her to have a nice time. A short time later I called Dorothy, a rare occurrence, to let her know I was on my way and went home to pack. I seldom called her at work because someone else usually answered the phone. She called me at home an hour later to say she was packed and ready to leave. We agreed to meet at the metro airport in a half hour. We decided that was a better place to leave my car than in a shopping mall parking lot where something unfortunate might happen to it during the three days.

I parked my car and Dorothy picked me up in front of the terminal -right on time. I put my bag in the trunk. She had moved over to the passenger seat - she apparently wanted me to drive - so I got in the driver's side. She slid over to me before I had reached for the seat belt and we hugged and kissed before we even said "Hi". "You look wonderful," I said. "I can't think of anything I'd rather do than spend the next three days with the most beautiful and exciting person in my world! Do you happen to be free, Fair Maid? I've arranged a lovely place on a lake."

"Free? Darling, I feel more free than I can ever remember! Take me to the lake, my Gallant Knight! But first, I need a little more kissing." Our arms encircled each other more snugly and our lips and mouths embraced with affection - and the beginnings of rich sensuality when, after a few moments a bit of lust began creeping into the affection.

We reluctantly broke apart and I groaned, "If I don't get us on our way, we'll cause a scene at the airport and never get to the lake!" I buckled up and drove out to the highway. By nature I'm an aggressive driver, but now there was no hurry. We were together and enjoying each other, so I drove conservatively and paid more attention to my Fair Maid than the traffic. Dorothy snuggled next to me and we chatted about our good fortune, the timing of our coming and going, and the likelihood of our spouses calling us at home. We each had been to the inn before but only for dinner with spouse and friends. It was a quaint and charming place. We were anxious to see what the accommodations were like.

I confessed, "I feel quite adventurous. I've never been this bold! It's wonderful! And the idea of spending a mini-vacation with my Fair Maid and Love is more than I would have dreamed. I didn't bet the family farm on our fantasy weekend ever becoming reality."

We were holding hands in her lap while I drove with one hand at a leisurely speed. Dorothy nudged her cheek against my shoulder and reached up to kiss my neck. "I didn't either," she sighed, "and now I'm feeling excited ... and cuddly." Her other hand was hugging my arm and she pressed it against her breast to punctuate her excitement. "How long before we get there?"

"Oh, forty-five minutes or so."

She squeezed my hand in her lap and hugged it between her legs as she snuggled her head against my shoulder. Then she parted her legs a little. Her skirt was shorter than any I had seen her wear. When she sat it rose naturally to reveal the darker shade of the tops of her nylons, and when she slid over to snuggle she had let it ride even higher to tease me with a garter and a glimpse of the alabaster skin of her perfect thighs. My hand caressed further up her leg, felt around the garter, and finally beneath the hem of her skirt to feel the smooth warmth of her naked, upper thigh and nudge her loving place. Her panties were 'missing'.

"I changed when I got home," she breathily explained in my ear, "but mostly ... I undressed." Her voice had become lusty and compelling. Her hand was moving over my thigh toward the front of my trousers where I was quickly beginning to bulge. "I didn't pack any panties, Sweetheart. I hope you don't mind. ... I didn't bring any bras either. And I have a dress with a low scoop neckline and an even shorter skirt to wear for dinner and dancing. You'll have to stay close to me so no one can see up my ... or down my ... so they can't see anything. You'll have to protect me, Lover." She kissed my cheek at the side of my mouth and gently grasped my erection through my trousers.

I was privately enthusiastic about her wardrobe - who wouldn't be? But I also was surprised, because Dorothy, by upbringing and nature, was a conservative dresser. Hmmm, we each were evolving.

Traffic was light as we got further from town. I turned to kiss her briefly. "I'll be honored to protect you from the wandering eyes of strangers, Sweetheart. But I'm very weak when it comes to your charms - I'm going to have a tent in my trousers - a lot - because I'll be drinking in your loveliness at every opportunity - just as I am now. Your legs are absolutely stunning and I'm looking at them hugging my hand between your kissable thighs."

"Uuhhmmm, I know. That's why my skirt is where it is. I like to let you look ... and feel ... and kiss. I like it when you're stiff and hungry for me" She put her hand over mine, opened her thighs more widely, guided my fingers to her vagina and pushed her clitoris against my palm. She whispered in my ear, "I'll stay close to you ... to hide your tent." She gave me a squeeze, "And sometimes I'll hide it inside me." She hummed.

My driving slowed even more to make up for the distractions. Dorothy's thighs were soft and warm and her avid love lips were moist and expectant. I teased her vagina with first one and then two fingers and then withdrew them to slide up to her clitoris. I repeated the caress several times until she impulsively opened her legs even further and hummed a pleasant moan and sighed, "Mmmmmm, Honey, my clit is tingling."

I hummed, "Mmmmm, it's poking out so sweetly ..." Dorothy's clitoris was very sexy and very large. Normally it reposed nearly unseen in it's protective hood, but when we were loving each other it became stiff and engorged to protrude remarkably over a quarter inch - not unlike the head of a tiny penis.

She kissed my lobe and whispered in my ear, "I know ... I can feel it nudging your fingers ... I'm so cuddly and ... you know ..."

"I know ... me too."

She felt wonderful and I loved to feel and pleasure her. When she was enraptured - so was I. I was so enthralled with the wonder between her legs that I hardly noticed she had my zipper open and had snaked my ecstatic penis out into the daylight! "Yes ... you too ... you're so big and stiff."

When she leaned down to kiss it I moved the steering wheel higher and push-buttoned the seat back as far as I could while still touching the pedals. She took me in her mouth once and then said, "I think I'll lay my head in your lap, Darling." She switched around in the seat until she was reclined facing me in a fetal position with her head in my lap. She again took my erect penis into her mouth and began to do loving things. "You're so hard ... And your head is so big ... and so warm, and it twitches when I lick and suck it," she murmured between kisses and sucks. "Lover, pull my skirt up ... and put your fingers back in me."

I looked again at her beautiful legs and thighs and hips. I raised her skirt to her waist and my eyes drank in the wonder of her luscious feminine beauty. I began to caress her hip and her lovely derriere - relishing the smooth, soft curves and the womanly fullness. She opened her upper leg and stretched it out a bit so that I could reach her Loving Place easily. I stroked the lovely legs in the sheerest of stockings and with my hand caressed up her thighs to again finger her vagina and lightly feather her clitoris. I could feel her squeezing my fingers inside and flexing her vulva.

"Sweetheart, I love it when you squeeze your vagina around my fingers. Your so warm and luscious inside ... And your mouth is wonderful on me, ... if you're not careful you'll make me cum!"

"Darling, I love to be with you ... like this. I'm having little mini-cums. I want you to cum, Darling, ... please don't hold back. I feel so close to you when you cum in my mouth ... and I want it .... Oohh ... I'm cumming ... don't stop ... Aauhgnnn ... mmmmmmm."

Her vagina spasmed around my loving fingers. When she recovered, her hands and mouth resumed their loving ministrations. I couldn't hold it back. I emptied into her warm mouth with her lips and tongue closed around and sucking the love milk out me. She sucked and swallowed several times, humming with pleasure. She stayed in my lap, laving my deflating penis. I caressed her bottom and hips and legs until she turned onto her back, her head still in my lap, knees bent and legs relaxed. With one hand she still held my half-soft penis against her cheek. A last tiny drop of semen glistened there. With her other hand she moved my hand from her thigh back to her dripping pussy. She looked up at me with longing eyes and parted lips and, in a breathy, low voice said, "Sweetheart, I feel so close to you now. It felt wonderful when you throbbed and jerked and ... came in my mouth." She held my hand on her vulva and turned her head to give my penis a tender kiss and catch that last drop. Then, first hugging my hand with her thighs and then opening them, she said, "Your hand feels wonderful. Put your fingers in me again. Fuck me with your fingers, Darling," Her groin began to undulate in that earthy dance of sexual lust.

By now we were on a two lane country road with no risk of prying eyes. Dorothy was lying half naked with her skirt up to her navel. My fingers were feathering her clitoris and slipping through her swollen labia to delve into her vagina. Her eyes were closed and her hands were holding mine close to her as she rhythmically tilted her pelvis to meet my fingers' penetrations. In a husky voice I said, "Darling, you made me feel wonderful. And you look irresistible and beautiful lying in my lap. Your pussy is so loving and wet." I looked at her breasts lying relaxed against her. "Can I squeeze your breasts?"

"Uhmm, yes, Darling." She slipped a shoulder strap down and my hand left her pussy to find a luscious nipple. I massaged and squeezed and pinched. She moaned softly and moved her hips and groin wantonly. I wanted to stop at the side of the road and make love to her ... but restrained myself. She sighed, "Honey ...?"

"Uhm Hummm?"

"Please put your fingers back in me now ... and let me cum again."

In a few moments she shivered against me with a gentle orgasm. Her thighs hugged my hand. "Uhhmmm, thank you, Sweetheart, I like to be beautiful ... and naked for you. ... Let me get a tissue to wipe your hand."

"Mm mm," and I put my fingers in my mouth to taste her earthy, fresh sweetness. I glanced again at her beautiful thighs and vulva. There was no pubic hair on or around her labia. There was only a neatly trimmed patch above her Venus mound. I had enjoyed her clean shaven loveliness for several months now.

I couldn't resist any longer. I pulled onto the shoulder of the road, parked and telescoped the steering wheel out of the way. Dorothy sighed, "What are you doing, Lover?"

In low, affectionate tones I confessed, "I can't resist, Darling. I want to suck and nibble on your loving clitoris ... and kiss and drink your sweet honey ... and feel your soft thighs hugging my cheeks." I squirmed around and over her until we were in a contorted sixty-nine position. My hands hugged her derriere to hold her to me and my lips eagerly found her lusting clitoris.

She sighed, "You're so loving." Her baby-smooth thighs caressed and hugged my cheeks and, while her vulva began to flex into my mouth she moaned, "Oh ... Sweet Love, ... I'm going to cum some more ... uhn ... ohh ..." Two of my fingers came up between her thighs from her bottom to stroke inside her dripping vagina and my lips and tongue made love to her clitoris. My lover soon spasmed in a quaking, shivering orgasm. When she had quieted a little my mouth slipped down to lick and suck and revel in the slick folds of her moist labia and feed on the rich honey oozing from her precious loving place. She began to quietly moan again and fuck her vulva into my mouth in a hungry, flexing grind. Her clitoris was avidly poking my chin. Her luscious honey began to flow into my mouth as a sweet series of shivering orgasms consumed her.

Dorothy was too distracted by her orgasms to minister to my stiffening penis, but she lovingly caressed and held it to her cheek. The shivering ebbed and she moaned and languished in a golden glow while I affectionately nuzzled. Soon I felt her envelope my eager penetrator in warm lips and laving tongue. I whispered into the valley between her luscious labia, "Darling, your pussy is so beautiful ... especially when you're cumming."

She sighed while her lips kissed my glans, "I can tell how much you love it, Darling, ... you take such good care of it."

"You're going to make me cum again!"

Without removing me from her eagerly sucking mouth she hummed, "Ummm hmmmmm."

I began gently fucking her mouth while she lovingly pleasured my swooning erection. Soon the pulsing throb consumed me. She whined in sexual joy as I oozed and squirted on her tongue. I moaned in the ecstacy of my second orgasm, "Nnnggh ... Darling ... you're wonderful."

We quietly nuzzled and caressed for a while and finally unwrapped ourselves. We kissed lushly while we rearranged to continue the drive. When we finally got under way again Dorothy remained reclined in my lap.

Once I was back on the road I asked, "Darling, how do you shave the hair from around your luscious Loving Place?"

"From my pussy?"

"Mmm humm, ... your Precious Flower." Dorothy's Mound of Venus was quite prominent. Her outer labia were quite full and, when she was aroused, became prominent and puffy with her pink, inner labia peeking out in search of loving attention.

"I usually don't shave it, Sweetheart, I use a depilatory - you know, a cream that you put on and wash off. But sometimes I use shaving cream and small ladies razor. I feel so sexy when there's no hair hiding my pussy lips from you."

"Your pussy is beautiful, Darling. It makes me want to stop at the side of the road and ravage you again and again."

Cutely giggling, "Mmmm, exactly the reaction I hope for."

A few minutes later she raised up from my lap and kissed my cheek. I could barely watch the road around her hair. I turned my head and kissed her warm lips. I could taste myself.

Moments later she was sitting beside me again hugging my arm and holding my hand in her lap. She whispered, "I'm still feeling cuddly." We drove in affectionate silence for a while and then she asked, "How much longer?"




Affair of the Trainee & the Manager Ch. 06



"Five minutes. We're almost there."

"What should we do when we get there?"

"The very first thing I'm going to do when we get to our room is take you in my arms and kiss you."

"Uhhmm, that will be nice. Then what should we do?"

"Well, then I'd like to drop to my knees in front of you and ask you to raise your skirt so I can snuggle in your thighs and kiss and suck your beautiful, precious pussy. It needs more loving."

"You're a sex fiend, and I love your idea! ... And I love to raise my skirt for you." She nuzzled behind my ear and moaned, "I hope you have some ... other things ... you want to do."

"Just one other ... thing, Darling. I want to do that often."

Still nuzzling, "I hope you're talking about my favorite pastime."

"Mmmm hhmmm ... and my very favorite too."

We parked at the inn and took our bags inside. It was quaint and immaculately maintained. The view of the lake was very pleasant and a cozy fire was burning in the lobby hearth. We checked in and learned that dinner was served from 5:00 until 10:00pm; dinner was accompanied by live piano music; and at 9:00 a small combo began playing dance music. We were shown to our suite. We had a comfortable sitting room with a large, overstuffed sofa and coffee table in front of the fireplace and a lamp table and two chairs near the window. The spacious bedroom had a king size bed with two chairs and a vanity table in a cozy sitting area. The bath too was spacious with bidet, tub and separate large shower stall. The bidet was a nice touch, and would be a wonderful convenience for us. The suite was furnished with antiques and other quality pieces of oak and pine furniture. The decor was tasteful and true to the inn's early 1900's origin.

When the bell hop had closed the door behind him I took Dorothy in my arms and kissed her long and lushly. She melted against me and I could feel her beguiling flesh and curves beneath the fabric of the sun dress. Even though she had drained me twice in the past hour, I was rising again. I reluctantly broke our kiss and slid down her body to my knees. With my hands feeling her stockinged legs from her calves to her knees to the back of her soft thighs I pleaded, "Darling, please raise your skirt for me."

"Just what do you have in mind, my Gallant Knight?" she breathed.

"I want to kiss your beautiful thighs and make love to your adorable pussy, Fair Maid," I whispered.

"Uhhmm, I'll even open my legs a little for you." And she raised the skirt to her hips and gently held the back of my head as I nuzzled and licked and sucked her hairless nether regions. She raised one leg and rested her thigh on my shoulder to let me have more of her precious loving place. My hands on her naked bottom urged her gushing pussy to my lips. I french kissed her lush vagina and feathered her lusting clitoris. Soon the tremors in her thighs and groin signaled little orgasms. I kissed her thigh and moved it from my shoulder. I unfastened my trousers, pushed them and my shorts to my ankles, stood up before her and thrust my throbbing hardness into her beckoning love lips. I backed her against the wall near the door, urged her legs up to straddle and hug me, and fucked her hard and deep - lips locked with hers. She stifled a scream, shuddered and groaned into my mouth as I emptied into her. We stayed against the wall a few moments - plastered together like a single unit. Mouths merged in a rapturous kiss. I held her up with one hand under her naked bottom with her legs still hugging around my waist.

When we broke the kiss she sighed playfully with that impish look in her eyes, "It's about time! I thought you'd never get around to fucking me. What took you so long?"

"Proper decorum, Fair Maid, proper decorum. These elements of social intercourse must not be hurried."

"Oh, of course! We must observe the proper decorum ... and I love the intercourse part." My errant member receded from her place of loving and she unwrapped her legs from around my waist to stand again. We kissed softly and embraced snugly for a few minutes. Finally she said, "That felt wonderful - you made me cum again, so hard. I love it when you're soft and gentle making love to me, but I also love it when you ... fuck me hard like that, when you're wildly hungry for me ... and just stab ... and lunge ... and fuck my helpless pussy." She kissed me lushly. 

I whispered onto her lips, "Darling, I"m always hungry for you ... and I adore you."

She whispered back, "I adore you too, sexy animal." We kissed lushly again and after a few moments she said, "Let's hang up our things and relax together for a while. Maybe my helpless pussy will get lucky again."

"Mmmmmm ... my dream come true. If we eat around 7:00 we've got almost four hours before we have to think about showers and dressing." I kissed her and whispered, "You're going to be very lucky."

She whispered back, "Lecher."

I stooped to pull my trousers and undershorts back up but Dorothy put her hand on mine and said, "Why bother, Sweetheart?" With that she pulled her dress up and over her head and dropped it to the floor. Naked except for stockings and heels and a beautiful, lacy garter belt, she began to unbutton my shirt. When we both were naked we picked up our things and headed for the bedroom. Dorothy walked ahead of me with that sensual saunter I had seen before when she was full of lust and sexual urges. She strutted, jiggled, and undulated. I was in awe of her voluptuous beauty. Although her gorgeous curves were lushly padded, there were no rolls of fat, almost no cellulite and no bones protruding. Her waist was narrow, but her body was full and smoothly soft. The wonderful fullness of hip and softly sloped and rounded derriere, the sweetly rounded feminine tummy, the show-stopping legs with voluptuous thighs of baby softness; and her wondrously generous breasts, full and beautifully shaped but hanging softly relaxed, jiggling and swaying - all were beautiful nearly beyond my comprehension and held my enraptured eyes in a lusting gaze.

Remarkably restraining ourselves at first - considering we both were naked - we began unpacking. Occasionally there was a peck on a cheek, a caress of hip or squeeze of hand. I put the bottle of Piesporter and wine glasses I had packed on the night table.

A few minutes into our task Dorothy disappeared into the bathroom and I heard the rustle of tissue and the swish of the bidet. When she came out a moment later she came up behind me and commented in my ear with a quietly lewd snicker and a soft, inviting whisper, "Mmmm, that was quite a deposit you made. Especially considering those delicious squirts you fed me in the car." Her breasts and tummy lingered against my back and bottom while her fingers gave my stiffening gladiator a sexy stroke. She teasingly brushed her nipples back and forth across my back before returning to bend over her suitcase. Without ignoring her stunning legs and derriere, I was mesmerized by the beauty of her hanging breasts swaying with each movement of body from suitcase to drawer. I wanted to snuggle up behind her and ... mmmmm, with every ogle I got larger and firmer. No way could I keep my urges in check. Apparently, our amorous activities of the past hour or so hadn't incapacitated me. Dorothy and I long ago gave up trying to understand the magic of my recoveries and her ongoing lust - knowing it was a mystery of our mutual chemistries - of our pherimones - of the way our bodies secretly "talked" to each other. We were in awe and thrilled at our ever-present sexual hunger for one another.

Dorothy playfully nudged me with a hip and patted my behind on a trip back from the dresser. Uhhnnn, she had the most graceful and sexy way of moving - everything was in smoothly undulating motion, captivating, mesmerizing. She ogled my proudly wagging masthead and observed, "Oh, my!"

On my way back from putting some things in my drawer I couldn't resist. I stopped behind her for a moment, cradled her hanging breasts in my palms, and snuggled my groin into the most beautiful bum in my memory. Cuddling into a beautiful woman's behind is one of the most erotic feelings I know. It's the closest to an 'animal feeling' I can imagine. Dorothy felt wonderful against me. "Mmmm, Darling," she sighed. Her hands helped mine to squeeze and caress, and she wiggled her bum like a tease. "I feel a wonderfully stiff cock trying to find my pussy." She raised up and turned in my arms. Her eyes dropped to my groin, graceful fingers caressed for a moment and she commented, "Mmmm, look at you. You felt kind of ... 'special' snuggling like that."

"That snuggle into your beautiful bottom was inspiring." I kissed her nose and teased, "Your fanny is gorgeous."

Dorothy teased back, "I didn't think you'd noticed." And kissed me cutely. I took her hand and touched one of her fingers to the tip of my penis. She moaned in sweet mock empathy, "Oh, you poor boy!" She brought the finger to her mouth to lick away the pearl drop.

I held her close for a moment with my hands on that beautiful bottom and whispered, "You're a naughty tease," and reluctantly returned to my task.

A few moments later, on her way back from the closet, Dorothy snuggled her breasts and groin against me again and gently cupped my testicles. In a softly pleading voice, "Lover, I adore this recurring 'problem' of yours and that taste you gave me a minute ago was ... delicious. I have some 'problems' too." With that she took my hand and slid one of my fingers through her dripping inner labia.

I brought the finger to my lips and whispered, "Delicious."

She snuggled closer, squeezed and stroked my rigid, eager penis, "Could we interrupt this job ... so I can pay a little attention to your 'problem' with my 'problem'?"

By now I was hugging her warmly close to me with a hand on a curvaceous bum cheek. With my other hand I caressed her face until our lips melted together. I confessed onto her lips, "I've wanted to help you with your problem ever since you took your dress off and I watched your gorgeous body slither into this room."

She confessed breathily on my lips, "I've been watching this beautiful penis getting bigger and stiffer - turning into a ... cock ... and wanting it again. I'm watching it wagging back and forth in front of you, Darling, and my juices are oozing out of my cunt and are starting to run down my leg." Our lips melted together and I scooped her up. With her arms around my neck I carried her to the other side of the bed - away from the suitcases - and lay her gently down. I took her high-heeled sandals off for her and, when she had stretched out she drew our lips together with her arms around me and opened her lovely legs. She was quietly moaning in rhythm with the flex of her inviting vulva. "In me, Darling ... Please." Slipping into her warm, moist, slippery loving place felt wonderful. Her legs and ankles closed around me and I was trapped in a consuming, sensual, undulating dance. A heavenly dance. Our mouths were merged ... all of her voluptuous softness melted into me and enveloped me ... her alabaster thighs squeezed me close ... and my thrilling penis plunged deep in a loving surge. The honey of her lust squished and slurped around my swooning hardness with the sounds of thrilling, vaginal ecstacy.

She began cumming when her clitoris first nestled into my pubis. Our bodies were melded so closely that I began to shake along with her when her thighs and tummy shuddered. The warm, moist glove of her vagina convulsed around my swooning penis and her scream was muffled into our kiss. When she began to relax I thrust in deep, wanton, lusting strokes and then partly withdrew to thrust again. My penis was becoming euphoric. I had raised up a little and her eyes were sending me passionate love messages while she gently held my arms and flexed her vagina up to meet my adoring penetrator. Her eyes closed when she shivered with another series of orgasms. My hands cupped the side of each breast and I leaned on my elbows and bent my head to nuzzle in the warm valley between them and to suck and nibble on her puckered nipples until they swelled into pink nubbins. When I raised up again to look into her loving eyes my moment came. She squealed when she felt the pulsing.

When we had quieted in each others arms a while I said, "I adore you, Darling. ... That was wonderful, ... thank you for helping me with my recurring problem." I kissed her lips.

"You're welcome. ... I love to help you like that, and you fuck me so beautifully. ... I feel warm and wonderful." She gently kissed me back. "And my pussy is so happy."

"My penis feels wonderful."

She sighed warmly and cutely, "I think it feels wonderful too ... where it is right now," and she squeezed her vaginal muscle sweetly and sent me a kiss. "If you'd like to cuddle a little ... would you take my stockings off for me, Lover?" 

"Mmmmm, I'd love to cuddle ... and I love it when you let me 'help you' with your legs and things."

Dorothy's legs and thighs had become one of her erogenous areas. Displaying them to entice me raised her sexual temperature as well as mine and, when she was feeling deeply feminine and aroused, and knew I was likewise feeling warmly sexual, she often would ask me to 'help' her with little tasks of grooming or dressing or undressing that involved her legs and thighs and pussy and, of course, her lovely breasts. She knew how deeply arousing this was for me, and of course, the more naked she became, the more wantonly lusting we each became.

"I know ... me too ... nnnnhh, your hands on me ... ," she sighed, "And I love the feeling of your body between my naked legs."

I bent to love's task - first hugging each naked upper thigh with both hands and lightly massaging and then nuzzling and kissing them. When a hand or cheek "innocently" brushed her labia her moans were warm with lusting contentment. I gently unfastened each garter and removed the lacy belt. I tenderly peeled the stocking slowly down first one leg and then the other. My lips followed my fingers all the way. When each stocking was removed I felt and caressed and kissed my way back up each naked leg and finally made love to her now avid pussy. Her sweet clitoris was pink and eagerly erect, pertly poking out of its nest. I kissed and sucked on it and laved it with my tongue. Dorothy purred and shivered with miniquakes.

When she had quieted she whispered, "Lay your head on my breasts, Darling ... your kisses and caresses make them feel so nice." 

Mmmmm, they were so full ... and so soft on my cheeks and lips. So beautiful. I lay partly beside her with my thighs hugging her leg and nestled my cheek into her soft melon and a hand cradling the other luscious mound - lips seeking out still-swollen nipples and making intimate little sounds of sucking and kissing. Her generous breasts were relaxed and gently yielding - over-flowing my hands. Dorothy's hips and groin and thighs began to move in quiet waves of sensual urgency. She rolled toward me until her leg and thigh captured mine. Her moist vulva began a rhythmic caress of my hip leaving wet little "kisses".

I was enjoying her luscious body and feeding on her breasts with sexual hunger. She felt my rigid excitement poking her thigh. Her vulva squirmed and thrusted and she whined softly, "Darling?"

Humming around an engorged nipple, "Mmmm hhmmm?"

Still whining softly, "You're making me want to fuck. My pussy is so hot ... and wet. She needs her stiff lover back. ... Oh, God, my cunt needs your cock."

Without giving up the pliant softness on which I was lovingly feeding, I helped her roll the rest of the way over until she was straddling me. Now I was on my back and her beautiful breasts were hanging down into my squeezing hands and nursing lips. She reached down and held my stiff penis in place while she lowered her pussy to engulf it. She merged and squirmed and withdrew and plunged. Her lusting clitoris thrilled itself against the base of my swooning penis. Her excited, gushing vagina began a long series of wonderful shivers and squeezes while her endless orgasm consumed us. Finally I buried my face in her deep valley and crushed her breasts against my cheeks as I thrilled to the throbbing, pumping pulse that rose from my root to quench her vaginal thirst.

I was the first to catch my breath and sigh, "Oh, Lover ... that was so beautiful ... Your pussy was so good to me ... and I love your luscious breasts ... Mmmmmm, Sweetheart ..." and I continued to affectionately minister to the soft melons crushed between us.

My Sweetheart moaned, "Mmmm, Darling ... I had the most wonderful cums ... I was cumming all the time ... You were squeezing and sucking on me so hard ... you made my pussy so excited ... and happy to have your wonderful, stiff cock ... fucking way up inside me ... and squirting more of your sweet cum in me." She hugged and cuddled closer and squeezed her vagina around my half hard eagerness. She nuzzled into my neck and whispered, "That was a beautiful loving, Darling, I wanted it so much ... and I loved it so much." After a little more snuggling we lay quietly together in a restful doze. After maybe twenty minutes or so we aroused and agreed we should try to concentrate on finishing unpacking.

But we didn't rush the job. We stopped occasionally for a hug or a kiss or, maybe, a fondle. I, of course, finished first, and while waiting for Dorothy, opened and poured some of the wine. To myself I reflected that we probably had over-packed, but we needed some outdoorsy clothes and also dress-up things for dinner and perhaps dancing. I wasn't the least bit surprised to discover that my stuff occupied less than a quarter of the closet space - crowded to the side by Dorothy's 'bare necessities'. Ah well! Some things never change. I was amply accommodated by one dresser drawer. Dorothy carefully distributed her things among the other three. And it was just a weekend! I held my tongue with admirable restraint. ... Actually, it was clear that Dorothy took pride in always being well-groomed and beautifully dressed. As far as I was concerned, my lovely Sweetheart could have all the space she wanted! She always looked 'just right' - dressed or not!

When she had put the last of her things away her nude body moved toward me with a seductive sway of hips and breasts and with vulva tilted enticingly forward. Her vulva reached me first, teasing and toying with my again wagging, fairly firm flagstaff. Her arms went around my neck and, with eyelashes batting from half closed lids, she looked up at me and said in a playful, sultry voice, "My, that's quite a protrusion you have there. It's very ... attractive." And then, "You were sweet to give me so much of the closet. How can I possibly ... repay you?"

"My pleasure, Lovely Lady. I couldn't possibly consider ..."

"Oh, there must be something I can offer such a handsome man ... with such an attractive ... protrusion." She slowly and gently rotated her pelvis. My protrusion had become very stiff. She kissed me lusciously and I hugged her until we melted together. 

I whispered on her lips, "Perhaps after we sip a little wine and, if we lay down together on the bed, ... something will come to me."

"Uhhmmm, I'm sure something will come to you ... while we lay on the bed ... and then maybe it will cum in me." Cute thought.

We stood sipping the wine - our nether parts never leaving one another. I held the wine glass with one hand while the other lovingly stroked over the soft, smooth curves of her hip and bottom cheeks and gently held us close. Our groins brushed together in a languid and continuous sultry dance. When my hand left her hip to cup and caress her breast, her hand left my shoulder to grasp my swaying wand of wonder. For a while we said nothing but our molten eyes sent messages of the simmering lust and desire rising through our loving ministrations.




Affair of the Trainee & the Manager Ch. 06



"Darling?" she finally whispered. "Do you remember the night you first made love to me ... when I told you that you made me feel so good that it made my ... you know ... always want to make love?" Her voice was intimate, breathing into our kissing lips.

"Uhhm Humm." I set my glass down, pushed my avid hardness down to nudge between her sweet folds, and cupped and loved her breasts in caressing hands and fingers. Her free hand held us close and she flexed into my eager penis, searching until it was nudging her stiffening clitoris.

Her lips kissed and brushed mine as she went on, "Well, I'm oozing wet again ... my pussy wants to make love ... I know your sweet penis has already been good to my pussy ... three times ... and you came in my mouth twice - but, Lover, I want you again. Can you possibly find it in your heart to put this wonderful penis in my hungry pussy again?"

"I've been in heat too ... ever since I finished unpacking. While you were finishing, I watched ... and wanted. You're so very beautiful. Your thighs look soft and welcoming. ... Your wondrous breasts sway and quiver and tease. ... Your gorgeous bottom reminds me how cuddly you feel. I've gotten very hard. You know how I am when you're naked. Give me your glass and let me help you lay down on the bed."

Mmmm, I love when you help me ... do things."

I put her glass on the night stand and held her hand as she lowered herself. When she was sitting I cupped her hanging breasts, nipples between fingers, and held them while she reclined. She groaned and blew me an air kiss. I teased and pulled her nipples. "I never seem to get enough of you. Making love to you is always on my mind." Standing beside the bed, I stroked my erection in erotic presentation, "And when I'm with you ... like this ... I'm never completely soft ... I get so excited and hard and eager to be in you ... like I am now." I stroked and wiggled it once more in teasing hunger.

She sighed in growing lust, "Uhhnn, Darling ...," watching my hands stroke the object of her pussy's loving desire, and then reached to caress my testicles and help me stroke with her delicate fingers. Her voice was low and breathy, "You're penis is so beautiful ... when it's hard like this ... when you're hungry for me."

Her soft touches were making my sensitive, loving penetrator twitch. She whined wantonly. My voice was breathless with passion, "Nnnhh, your sweet fingers ... I nearly ... uhgnn ... there's a drop on the end."

Dorothy languidly rose on an elbow to minister me, "Mmmmm, let me have it." Her fingers squeezed and her tongue licked the tiny sip away. Her soft, moist lips took in my twitching head and gently sucked and kissed and laved until I moaned to signal sweet danger. She understood and lay back down. She wanted me to be stiff and eager to fill her precious flower.

She moaned when I sat beside her on the bed to let my hands return to lovingly squeeze and pull and caress, "You always take such good care of my breasts." She helped me squeeze and pushed them further together in rapturous presentation before returning to again stroke the object of her attention, "Mmm, so beautiful ... when you're hard ... it makes me tingle and ache and get wet ... where I want you in me." She sighed and moaned quietly and whispered, "Take my breast in both hands, Darling ... uhnnn ... yesss ... squeeze and pull ... and suck ... Ooohh ... my pussy is tingling." I loved to handle and love her breasts this way. When I had ministered to the one, I gently took the other in my hands and loved it thoroughly.

She opened her legs and I lay down between them. She held the flowering petals of her labia open for my penis. The twitching glans slipped through her welcoming folds and nosed into the slippery entrance of Dorothy's gaping vagina. It glided further in with squishing sounds and we both groaned in rapture. I began to slowly move in and out and around and whispered in her ear, "I know what I want in payment now."

"What, Darling."

"After we finish ... making love - and we want to rest for a while, I want to nap between your legs ... with my head on your soft tummy ... and my lips near your sweet love flower ... I'll wake up in heaven ... kissing your clitoris and tasting the nectar seeping from your precious blossom."

"Uhhmmm, You're so ... demanding ... but ... I'll be happy to pay your price. Do you think we'll ever ... get to sleep?" And she wrapped her legs around me and began to arch her hips into my plunges. "Honey, make another deposit in me!" Always the Banker!

We were vigorously lustful and I indeed made a significant deposit. When we quieted she silently urged me to move up and straddle her chest so she could lave and suck our juices from my deflating penetrator. When I slipped out of her loving mouth she said softly, "Lay your head near my pussy now, Darling, so I can cuddle you in my thighs while we nap. I promised to repay you - remember?"

"Mmmmm, I remember." I kissed Dorothy's lips and then her nipples as I slithered down her body. I nestled in the soft loveliness of her warm thighs. Their lush fullness was damp near her love center and flush from squeezing me to her. I nuzzled and nibbled around her smooth, hairless vulva, reveling in my Lover's affectionate femininity. My lips were close to her nether lips and I kissed them softly and sucked and licked away the combined honey of our loving. My resting penis cuddled against a beautiful calf. Dorothy moaned and hugged me sweetly in her legs.

She whispered, "I love having you between my legs." She squirmed and hugged again, "Are you comfy?" She brushed my cheek with a voluptuous thigh.

"Mmmmmm, very comfy," and I nuzzled the petals of her flower. We sent each other kisses. Dorothy's clitoris was partly hidden now - retreating into its cozy place. I nibbled it. I had never known any woman could have such a prominent clitoris. I always knew when my Lover was amorously aroused and feeling lusciously cuddly because her stiff little "penis" would be protruding expectantly.

I inched up and lay my head on her tummy just above her mons. We both were understandably, sublimely sated and happy, and a little exhausted. We soon dozed off. After a pleasant cat nap I awoke "in Heaven" and pleasured myself with gentle and loving kisses, licks and sucks of her heavenly love nest. My lips enveloped her labia and I tongued our love juices that were still seeping from her vaginal lips. With my legs I held her calf to my undulating groin and a free hand lightly fingered her vagina while my lips caressed her newly budding clitoris. Its eager firmness confessed Dorothy's rising lust. Her pussy began making loving little flexes while she softly moaned and squeezed me in her thighs. Finally she shivered in a gentle orgasm.

She sighed, "What a wonderful way to wake up ... a lovely cum."

I whispered, "I woke up in heaven ... I couldn't resist loving your pussy, Darling, ... I"

In her soft voice of love, "Thank you, Lover ... That felt so warm ... I adore you ... and your loving. ... Mmmmm, it feels so wonderful to have you nestled in my thighs ... with your lips loving me. ... Did my thighs keep you comfy and cozy?"

"Sublimely comfy. I love the way you hug ... and caress my cheeks with these loving cushions." I remained snuggling a while longer - kissing and sucking and caressing her sweetness. She rewarded me with little shivering spasms. Her legs couldn't be still and her thighs lovingly brushed my cheeks and ears - sometimes hugging. Finally I moved up to take her in my arms. She caressed my thighs and hips with her soft inner thighs - hugging me with them and then flexing her vulva sweetly and sighing and moaning with its rhythm.

My wonder wand was happily alert and eagerly stiff. Dorothy fondled it and pushed it down to slide wonderfully into her warm, precious place. While her pussy slowly undulated and made love to me she murmured on my lips, "I hope you don't mind fucking me ... just a little more ... before I have to get dressed."

"Mmmmmm, Darling, loving your pussy made me ... hungry for more ... and my penis got so stiff cuddling with your leg ... I hoped you'd let me ... fuck into you ... just a little ... before dinner."

She sighed with a gentle spasm, "Mmmmm ... Oohh, Hhoonnneeyy ... of course ... but just a little, 'cuz you have to promise ... we can make love after dinner too." She squirmed deliciously while I wormed into her to my root. When she felt me nudge her cervix she moaned and nuzzled my cheek sighing, "You're so deep ... mmmmmm, Honey ... oohhh my clitoris ... Don't stop ... nnnnnnnnnnnn." Her vagina spasmed thrillingly around my buried penis. Her sweet thighs and tummy shivered around me and her wondrous breasts quivered in my loving hands. While her lush vagina still caressed me I erupted grandly.

We lay quietly together for a while, gently fondling and stroking. Finally we looked at the clock and realized how much time had passed. "I'll need some time to do my hair and perform other feats of magic. Can I go first?" After our nap we needed to prepare for dinner and dancing.

"Sure. But you definitely don't need magic. I'll go downstairs and see what's available for outdoor activities - just in case we ever want a breath of fresh air." At another time a 'togetherness' shower might have been just right, but after our togetherness of the past few hours, I thought perhaps a little apartness might be appreciated. After all, this wasn't one of our limited liaisons - we needn't crowd everything into a few hours. The weekend was before us. 

I left when she headed to the bathroom with her toiletries in hand. At the desk I found that we could sun bathe and swim at the small beach in front of the inn (although it was a little early in the season for either), and we could rent a canoe or a small row boat with silent electric motor to tour the lake or fish. Larger boats, noisy outboard motors, and powerful inboards were not allowed on this private lake by edict of the property owners' association. What a pleasant change of pace! The inn's property covered several acres of woods in a mostly natural state. I was told there was a neatly landscaped network of walking paths, some of which were discreetly lighted for evening strolls. I was very impressed. This was a quiet haven in an otherwise madly frantic world.

When I returned to the room Dorothy was sitting at the dressing table in a terry robe working her magic tricks. I bent down from behind to kiss her cheek and snaked my hand into the front of her robe to pinch a nipple and hold an ample breast. In a warm but nanny-like tone she impishly advised me that she had made dinner reservations for an hour from now and I had better get busy putting myself in order. She also instructed me to dress for dinner and dancing.

Needless to say, I went directly about my business. While I was shaving, Dorothy knocked on the bathroom door, opened it a crack, and held out the short silk robe I sometimes wore on our special Saturdays together. From the other side of the door she said, "I brought this for you, Sweetheart, so you don't have to run around here naked all the time." What a thoughtful lady.

"Thanks. That was very sweet." After showering, cleaning teeth and combing hair, I put on the silk robe and re-entered the bedroom.

"Look the other way! Just go about your business. I'm not ready for presentation yet," she warned. She was being playful, but I knew she was serious. My momentary glance told me she had finished her limited but effective makeup and was in the process of removing curlers and brushing out her hair - still in the terry robe.

"Yes, My Lady!" So - throughout the process of rummaging through my single dresser drawer and bit of closet, donning my dancing duds, and returning to the bathroom to recomb and spritz my hair - I painstakingly kept my back to her. When I came out of the bathroom she still wasn't quite finished so I exited into the sitting room and ordered a bottle of champagne from room service. The champagne had just arrived when she made her entrance into the sitting room. "Wow!" All I could muster for a moment.

"Darling, you are absolutely,... irresistibly, ... stunningly gorgeous!" As usual, her makeup was elegantly spare - a little eye shadow, a touch of blush, and carefully done lipstick. Her hair was full and brushed back from her face in soft waves to her shoulders. The dress was a breath-takingly simple black sheath with spaghetti straps, a moderately deep neckline, and a mid-thigh skirt with a daring slit up the front to allow ease of movement and to tease with the thought of a glimpse of the loving place I knew was just a scant few inches above in the secret shadows.

When she did a model's turn for me I could see that the back dipped nearly to her waist and the clinging, soft, silk-like material hugged her pear-shaped tush and hinted at its crevice. As she faced me again her cleavage and fullness of breast were enticingly "previewed" in the loosely draping scoop neckline. At least the upper third of her lush, round bosom and deep valley were temptingly in view. I knew her areolae couldn't be more than an inch below the edge of the fabric. Her nipples were only vaguely defined (the dress was obviously of high quality and lined). The feminine, slightly protruding roundness of tummy and beautiful curve of hip were perfectly described. The picture was completed with very shear nude stockings and sling-back high heeled sandals, crystal pendant earrings, and a crystal necklace. The stockings must have had elastic tops because no garter belt marred the lush curves to which the dress was clinging.

She had been right when she warned me about the dress when we were in the car. It was very daring and barely covered the tops of her stockings. Through the teasing slit, in tempting shadow, I could vaguely make out a bit of the lacy stocking tops. I fantasized about the alabaster smooth thighs I knew were just out of sight. Risque but elegant.

In a genuinely earnest and low voice - just under control - I uttered, "Darling, ... you are without question ... the most beautiful woman I have ever known." I held my hands out to her. She slowly came to me. The swish of skirt and stockinged thighs was erotic. The scent of subtle perfume enveloped me. We melted together and fell into a soft and longing kiss.

When the kiss broke she whispered, "Thank you, Sweetheart. You make me feel very beautiful."

"You know what my first impulse is, don't you?"

"Of course, but dinner and dancing come first!"

"I know Darling, but ..."

"But what, you sweet animal?"

"If I were to slip your ... eager Admirer ... through the slit in your skirt ... he would nudge your creamy naked thigh ... and be only inches away from his favorite love nest."

"Darling, stop talking like that ... you're making me tingly ... We should go to dinner ... but I'm going to keep your fantasy in mind.

With that sweet refusal on the table, I poured the champagne and we toasted each other and an unforgettable weekend.

Dinner was exquisite. The Caesar Salad was prepared at table side and was one of the best I'd ever had. The soup was Caribbean style pumpkin - delicious. I had a filet - extra rare. Dorothy had trout. The piano dinner music was light and airy, tinkling in the background. Artfully executed and never imposing. We skipped dessert but had a cordial with our coffee. We chatted, whispered, giggled, and occasionally held hands across the table. A couple of times Dorothy caught me enjoying glimpses of her luscious breasts. A mischievous, reproving frown, roll of eyes, and light slap of hand followed - and then a squeeze of hand and air kiss while she leaned further forward and crowded her loveliness together to offer me a teasing pose. One of those times, while being careful to exclude other diners from the pleasure, she let a nipple peek at me. My penis quivered. The dining room was nearly full. Some were guests but most had come just for dinner and dancing.

When we returned from our trips to the restroom the dance music had started. It was quite good and perfect for slow dancing. We adjourned to the dance floor. We wanted to be close together and we were - very close together. Our posture was reasonably proper, but to anyone paying attention, we were lovers, not acquaintances. Dorothy was pressed against me from breasts to groin and usually my leg was intimately moving between hers. The slit in the short skirt was so perfectly located that my leg was nicely accommodated.

After three or four numbers of dancing so close - with my hand on the soft flesh of her bare back - she whispered, "Darling, there is something hard and insistent that keeps poking into my tummy."

"Oh! You noticed," I whispered back, smiling. "It's an odd thing that happens to me whenever I look at you for too long ... or am deliciously close to you ... like this. I'm afraid I might embarrass myself if I were to walk back to our table right now." 

With eyelashes fluttering impishly she whispered, "Perhaps we'd better go outside for a walk and cool off a little. It must be too warm for you in here. If you walk behind me, no one will notice your eager tummy-poker."

We danced to the edge of the floor near the veranda door and walked out. When we were outside we turned toward each other and kissed. "I can still feel it against my tummy, Darling!" She moved her hand between us and caressed the front of my trousers. "Uhhmm, here is your tummy-poker problem. Is there anything I can do to help?" She was being adorably cute.

"You could walk with me down the garden path until it goes away, ... but do you need your purse?" Dorothy had carried a small evening purse to dinner.

"Let's leave it at our table. No one will take it, and all I have in it is a lipstick, powder, tissue and a comb." And then more cuteness, "Hmmm, 'Down the garden path' sounds ... scary?"

"I can't imagine why, Little Girl. Would you like a lolly pop?"

"Mmmm, what flavor, Nice Man?"

We stepped off the veranda and started down the path with arms around each other and Dorothy testing the front of my trousers every few moments 'to see if the hard thing had gone away yet'. After we were around a couple of turns we stopped and embraced near a stone bench.

"Sweetheart, you're so beautiful and feel so wonderful ... this quiet stroll down the garden path isn't softening my hardness thing - actually, feeling your soft hips as they sway and watching your luscious breasts quiver while we walk seems to be making it stiffer."

"Mm hmm, I can tell," and she stroked me gently. "You always make a tent. And, of course, the stiffer you get ... the wetter I get. The only thing I can think of to do to help us, Darling, is to let you put your beautiful stiff thing in me. Would you like to put your hard problem into my warm, wet solution?"

"I guess there's no alternative!" I sighed. I held her yielding body close and we kissed long and languorously. The cheeks of her bottom were smooth and round and compelling. I lifted the hem of her dress to caress her soft, smooth flesh. "Uhhmm. No panties. You feel wonderful." My hand felt its way over her hip to her tummy and my fingers moved down to delve between her labia and stroke her clitoris. Her tell-tale sweet nubbin was protruding avidly.

"No anything, Love. I'm not wearing a stitch except this dress." She was nuzzling my neck. Her hair smelled soft and fresh. "Your hands make me feel so good ... and so hungry for you." She slipped the spaghetti straps from her shoulders, cupped her hands under her soft breasts, and lifted them toward my mouth. "Suck on my nipples ... Uuhhmmm ... and keep your fingers in me ... mmmm, I'm having such nice feelings." She rhythmically thrust her vulva into my hand. After a few minutes of this voluptuous petting her thighs and tummy shivered.




Affair of the Trainee & the Manager



I murmured into the soft fur of her mons, "Just a little." My lips then kissed and nibbled her puffy outer labia and my tongue poked through the cleft to part her inner lips and lick through the sweet channel to find her clitoris excitedly engorged. I was swept into a deep and lustful thrill.

Incredulous surprise was Dorothy's momentary reaction to my lips on her precious flower, "Alex!" She had expected only my fingers. "Your lips on ... on me ... Oh ... oh, Darling." As I was soon to learn, this had never happened to her before. But the thrill of our wonderful chemistry was greater than her taboo - Dorothy's hands held my head close to her while she sighed and gently squirmed into the caresses of my tongue and lips. "Ooohh, Alex, ... Darling ... uuhhnnn." Her thighs hugged around my cheeks. We both were consumed in a heavenly moment of sensual intimacy. My tongue laved the honey oozing from her vagina and I sucked and feathered her stiffly prominent clitoris. When my finger gently entered her vagina her tummy shivered in a gentle, sweet orgasm and my tongue continued its dance on her clitoris to deepen her wonderful thrill. I was so beside myself in genuine affection and overpowering lust that I nearly made a mess in my underwear. After my tongue again laved lovingly between her labia to take more of the honey oozing from her excited vagina, I replaced her panty crotch and moved up to kiss her softly. She murmured on my lips, "Darling, I never ... no one has ever ... Ooh, Lover!"

My lips covered hers and I replied, "I couldn't help it. You're so wonderful and beautiful ... and I want you so."

She sighed, "You were so loving ... I think I ... you know ..."

"I know ... me too ... almost ... " We kissed and nuzzled and her legs hugged around me.

Dorothy murmured into my neck as we squirmed and hugged so close, "I'm glad I showered ... and douched. I hope I was ... alright."

"You're wonderful. You're so wet. And so sweet and luscious to kiss between your thighs. I hope you'll let me kiss and ... love you like that again." We kissed eagerly.

When our lips parted she whispered, "I want you so much. ... Maybe ... after bowling ...?" Her legs squeezed me and held me close and her pelvis thrust into me.

I sighed, "I'd like that ..." After a soft kiss, "I guess I'd better finish what you asked me to do." And I finally managed to resnug her stocking and fasten both garters.

When I had finished I caressed under her skirt over the sweet mound of her tummy, across a rounded hip, and slipped under her panty leg to squeeze the cheek of her bottom and hold her close to me. I kissed her lushly. Her legs closed against my sides, hugging me gently. With lips parting she whispered, "Thank you, you're a wonderful stocking smoother ... and garter fastener." We kissed warmly holding each other close and flexing our groins into each other, searching vainly for the rapture of joining. Finally we began to disengage, sensing that we had been totally enveloped in our private, sensual world for quite a while.

As we parted she sent me an air kiss and - slowly, almost reluctantly - tugged at her skirt hem. She touched my cheek and sighed in my ear, "I really don't want to put my skirt down ... I feel like I want to take off my panties and stay with you like this." She left her garters and a bit of soft skin to peek out and tease me and hugged me in her thighs one last time.

As I removed myself from between her legs, I caressed a lovely thigh from knee to its highest softness. "Sweetheart, you're making me so hungry for you. ... I want to be with you ... alone ... like this." Up under her skirt I caressed one last time over her round, feminine tummy finishing with a soft squeeze of her puffy mons.

She covered my hand with hers and coaxed it down against her vulva moaning, "Mmmm, Alex." We kissed softly while her pelvis gently squirmed into our hands. I cupped her warm mound lovingly. Oh, Lord! I wanted her ... in the deepest possible way.

She had invited me to enjoy the beauty of her lovely legs and the intimacy of her naked thighs - and her alluring mons. She had welcomed my loving caresses and adoring lips. For a moment she had even succumbed to the sexual urgency in her love center. I was thrilled beyond belief. My heart was pounding in my ears and my erection was so stiff it ached. Our eyes exchanged yearning messages. My lips brushed hers, "Dorothy, I feel ... I can't ... I don't think I've ever felt like this ... You're so ..."

She slipped her tongue into my mouth for a moment and then she whispered on my lips, "I know ... me too ... I never before ..." Dorothy's hand slid down over my tummy and stroked over the front of my trousers. With soft lips touching, "Oh, Alex! You ..."

"I know. It's throbbing. If you keep that up I'll make a mess in my underwear." We kissed lushly. Clearly we each were in such a feverish state of lust that bowling was furthest from our minds.

I slowly regained a sense of the world around me and glanced at the front seat, wondering if Bob and Jan had been voyeurs to our sweet moments. Apparently not. They were just disengaging and coming into view.

We finally parted and quickly began to groom ourselves for re-entry into society. The incredibly enormous bulge in the front of my slacks, however, wouldn't disappear on cue. While freshening her lipstick Dorothy was watching me trying to rearrange the cause of the bulge. I was momentarily embarrassed, but she smiled softly, squeezed my hand and then pressed her hand softly over my erection. She kissed me on the cheek whispering, "Alex, ... you're so sweet ... don't be embarrassed. You know I'm feeling the same way ... I'm still so wet ... it just doesn't show." Clearly, we were sharing feelings of warm affection as well as lust ... Oh, Lord, she was wonderful, caring ... Was I swooning ...???

When we got out, I went around the car to politely open Dorothy's door and helped her out. On my way around the car I noticed her take a tissue from her purse and do something with it down and out of my sight. I surmised she was blotting away the luscious honey from her special place - her sign of excitement that ‘doesn't show'. The slide to the door raised her skirt again. She made no effort to keep it down, and when I helped her out, all of her legs and a bit of her mons were momentarily presented for my eyes only. Holding my hand she guided it to her naked inner thigh next to her vulva for a last, lusting caress. She paused to let me enjoy and sent me an air kiss whispering, "Hold that thought, Darling."

As she stood her skirt fell into place and my eyes rose to meet hers. Our yearning gazes locked in a warm exchange. "I couldn't possibly forget." I brushed her cheek with my lips.

By the time we entered the bowling alley my subsiding erection apparently went unnoticed. I was socially uncomfortable - partly because of the unexpected events in the car and partly because I felt like an outsider amid this group of working friends. But the discomfort dissolved quickly - replaced by mock competitive bragging, exaggerated team spirit, and merciless putdowns. As the games and drinking progressed the scores declined and the laughter rose. Everyone was having a good time.

Dorothy and I were on the same team and would occasionally sit beside one another between frames - fingers and hands touched and eye contact was sometimes warm and other times questioning. A couple of times, when no one seemed to be looking and she was sitting next to me, she nudged me with her hip and flirtily stuck her tongue out at me. I sent tiny air kisses back and felt a warm glow spread through me.

Beer and highballs were flowing freely but I sipped sparingly on just one drink and then switched to soda water. I had no idea how the rest of the evening would unfold but I was certain I would make a fool of myself if I had much of anything to drink. I didn't want to embarrass myself, and I certainly didn't want to embarrass Dorothy. Both were possible under the circumstances. Dorothy likewise drank very little. I brought her first drink when I got mine, but when I went for refills she asked me to bring her diet soda. Clearly we were thinking that love making can't be fully enjoyed if one or both partners have been drinking.

In spite of her occasional flirting, I was a little fearful that, in cool-headed reflection, she might reconsider the wisdom of our brief romance and find a way to politely prevent a continuation. After all, she was a member of bank management. I was struggling between wisdom and hormones and guilt. Just when I thought wisdom might win out I would glance at Dorothy and succumb to the hormonal reaction to a full breast momentarily pressing against her dress, or her fabulous legs, or to one of her flirty smiles, or the teasingly feminine mental image of her refastening her garters. Or she would give me one of her nudges. Then I would start the internal argument all over again. Like any amorous but apprehensive young blade, I wondered but would never know what thoughts were going through his fair maid's head. Finally I stopped thinking about Constance, marriage, and the guilt part; and admitted to myself, that if Dorothy and I couldn't be together after bowling, I'd be very disappointed. I had developed a genuine affection for her and now harbored a huge lust for her.

When the games were finished everyone adjourned to the grill for a bite to eat and continued reveling. It was clear this party might extend into the wee hours. When I returned from a trip to the john Bob, Jan and Dorothy were in a conversational huddle which broke up as I approached. A few minutes later Bob said he and Jan would like to leave pretty soon - and so, pretty soon we did.

On the way to the car Dorothy reassured me when she took my hand. She slowed our pace so that we lagged a little behind and said, "Bob and Jan don't want to go home right away. They're going to park and ... talk for a little while. Do you think you and I ... should go with them? ... Or do you want to go home?" Her eyes were sparkling and questioning. She squeezed my hand. Her mouth was smiling tentatively. Apparently she was thinking too hard while bowling, just as I was.

I was thrilled when it was clear her feelings for me had won her internal argument as well. In a low voice, breathless with excitement I assured her, "I want to be with you." We had stopped for a moment and she was half facing me holding our hands down between us. Her other hand was hugging my arm close to her so that her lovely breast was flirting with my arm. Her hips and groin were softly brushing our hands. In response to being so near her I was growing an erection again and feeling warm affection because of her sweet invitation, the way she was holding us so close, the way her body was moving, and the way my groin seemed to sense her kinetic nearness. Those pheromones were at it again and our bodies were exchanging those irresistible chemical messages.

I squeezed her hand and continued, "I'd love it if we could ... talk ... for a little while. I don't want to leave you."

She squeezed back and confessed, "I want to be alone with you." I leaned down and kissed her. Our locked hands were trapped between us and my stiff penis stabbed the back of her hand. She hummed her approval and broke our kiss to sigh, "Mm, Darling, you must be feeling what I'm feeling." For a moment she stroked me and, through kissing lips whispered, "I'm getting wet just thinking about being with you."

I was thrilled and my feelings of affection surged, but I wondered how we could ‘be alone' in the back seat of Bob's car, and how I could take Dorothy home if she wished to go. So I ventured, "Do you suppose we should get my car so we can really be alone?"

"Oh? ... Yes ... that's a wonderful idea," she quickly agreed, as though she had anticipated my thoughts. Our hormones definitely were synchronized.

When we reached Bob's car I felt I should say something to indicate agreement with the plan as well as our idea about my car so I said, "Bob, if you and Jan would like to spend a little more time together we'd like to join you. We aren't quite ready for the evening to end."

Bob replied, "Uhh ... that's great. We thought we'd go someplace and ... chat for a while." Bob's smile was pleasant but his eyes looked hesitant, disappointed, and then he glanced at Jan - as though he didn't quite know what to do with an "audience" in the back seat of his car while he and Jan ‘chatted'. I was surprised this hadn't been thought through during their "huddle" back in the bowling alley bar; and then it occurred to me that Dorothy hadn't been certain of my feelings, and had contrived the idea of our joining them to talk without confiding in them.

And then I added, "But we'd like to get my car first, if you don't mind. Then we'll follow you and Jan to where ever you prefer."

"Oh! Fine!" he replied. He looked relieved and exchanged glances with Jan again. Jan exchanged what looked like an ‘encouraging' but inquisitive glance with Dorothy - which added credence to my theory. With that piece of business out of the way we all got in the car and Bob drove out of the parking lot.

I had helped Dorothy into her side of the car and leaned in to kiss her with my hand resting on her leg - not aggressively but certainly with affection. She whispered, "Thank you, Sweetheart," and covered my hand with hers and pressed it softly to her leg while her other hand held my cheek and our lips touched. Her endearment again thrilled me. Her skirt had risen during the entry to the car and my hand was just above her knee. She made no effort to pull her skirt down but rather stroked my hand warmly as it lay on her lovely leg. She teased, "I'm glad you're still 'holding that thought'."

I broke away reluctantly and went around the car to enter my side. As I entered I saw that Jan was sitting so close to Bob that she could have been driving the car. They were parting after a kiss of their own, and Jan was exchanging approving glances with Dorothy in the back seat. Bob and Jan obviously were seriously involved.

By the time the car was leaving the parking lot I had leaned over to kiss Dorothy. When our lips parted she whispered, "Just a sec, this skirt is ... all bunched up ...," and raised up from the seat for a moment and moved her skirt out from under her. The effect on my penis was an almost instantaneous full erection because the movement raised her hem well beyond the tops of her stockings and uncovered most of one hip. Her arms welcomed me and her eyes beckoned. We assumed a position of wonderful backseat "necking". It was as though we both were internally pre-programmed. The nature of what each of us thought our "chat" would be was crystal clear. She broke our kiss and with her lips still touching mine said, "Alex, I've never kissed anyone like this ... or felt like this ... or been like this with anyone since I was married. I hope you don't think ..." Apparently she too was surprised at our overpowering chemistry and was afraid I'd think she was promiscuous.

Our voices were low and muted because Bob and Jan were so close in the front seat. Fortunately, the soft music was again playing quietly on the radio and, I hoped, masking our whispers. I interrupted her, "I think I know how you feel. I've never been like this with anyone either." Our eyes met and exchanged their warm messages as I went on, "I just know that ... if we had gone right home tonight, I would have felt very ... empty."

She murmured, "I know." She kissed me softly, "Me too ... so very empty."

I kissed her mouth and her neck and then whispered into her ear, "I can't remember ever having a feeling this strong, this wonderful."

Again I could hear the rustle of her dress and stockings as she nestled more cozily and brought her leg further over mine. She hummed, "Mmmm hhmmm, very wonderful, I love having you so close." Then she said quietly into my ear, "What made you first squeeze my hand and ... kiss me?"

I whispered, "I'm not sure ... a special feeling ... (Pause for a kiss) ... a fantasy impulse. (Another kiss) A special kind of ... secret 'Hello'. (A longer kiss) But I'm not sure I had any thought about where the 'Hello' was leading; except I felt so close ... as though you could read my mind."

She said, "Me too. I thought maybe I was flirting ... but then, suddenly, I wasn't just flirting. I knew we were going to kiss. ... I could feel you wanting me." And our lips melted together again with tongues caressing. I concluded that each of us had had the same compelling feelings and the same questioning thoughts. And from the things we were confessing, she was feeling an affection much like mine - laced with a lust that seemed to be surprising us both. The pheromones and mysterious animal chemistry and the situation had taken precedence over a lifetime of relative sexual prudence.

A few minutes later we were at the entrance to the parking lot at the back of my apartment building. It was dark and our apartment was at the front of the building. We wouldn't be seen, but to draw as little attention as possible, Bob didn't drive into my parking area. Dorothy and I reluctantly disengaged, got out of Bob's car and walked hand-in-hand to my car. I was walking awkwardly because of my raging erection. Dorothy noticed and whispered in my ear, "Are your pants still bulging?"

"Mmmm hhmmm."

She squeezed my hand, kissed my cheek and whispered, "Mmmmm, that's nice." We were sharing warm and intimate feelings and, because of her affectionate regard for my ‘condition', I no longer felt embarrassed about it. I helped my Lover into the car and leaned in to sweetly kiss her. She whispered on my lips, "I want you close to me." Another soft kiss, "Hurry and get in so I can snuggle." While I walked around to my door Dorothy slid close to my side of the bench seat. She let the slide push her skirt high on her thighs again. When I got in I couldn't help gazing and admiring. She acknowledged my gaze with a knowing, warm smile. My eyes dropped again for a moment to enjoy her loveliness. I sighed and looked back up to her eyes. They were sparkling and, with a soft smile and parted lips, she reached up to kiss my cheek. Then, snuggling her head against my shoulder she teasingly sighed, "Should I pull my skirt down?"

"Please don't ... you're beautiful."

She snuggled and sighed, "Thank you, Lover."

As we drove out of the parking lot we were holding hands in her lap but a few moments later she rested my hand on the softness on the inside of her knee and covered it with hers. Her hand then found my thigh and she snuggled again. In a few moments her hand left my thigh and rubbed up and down my arm - kind of hugging it closer to her, humming and squirming a little - kind of cuddling. The cuddle had the desired effect of coaxing my hand slowly up her thigh. She parted her legs slightly and then hugged them back together again. The soft roundness of her inner thigh and smooth texture of her nylons were heavenly. I continued to distractedly follow Bob.

A few minutes later Dorothy said, "I know we shouldn't be together like this, ... but I've never before felt this way ... or wanted to be with anyone this way." Her legs hugged my hand again and she kissed my cheek. After a few moments she whispered in my ear, "I couldn't believe how warm you made me feel ... when we were kissing ... and then when you kissed my leg ... mmm, so romantic ... and intimate."

"I was feeling very warm and romantic ... and when you smoothed your stockings ... and redid your garters ... you looked so feminine ... so irresistible ... I ... ." 

"Mmmmm." She kissed my cheek, "You made me feel so feminine ... and so sexy ... I wanted you to know how your sweet kiss made me feel ... and I wanted to ... (a kiss on my cheek) make you want me more." Another soft kiss and, "The second time you kissed me there ... and caressed me ... it was so beautiful ... I loved it when you ... you know, loved me with your lips. I didn't want you to stop."




Affair of the Trainee & the Manager



"You looked so beautifully feminine. ... When you opened your lovely legs for me ... and I kissed your thigh again ... I really wanted to lay my head in your lap and hug and nuzzle. ... I felt very affectionate."

Dorothy kissed my cheek and sighed into my ear, "Mmmm, we had the same fantasy." She sucked my lobe.

I turned to look at her warm eyes, smiled slightly, looked down at her lovely thighs, then back to her eyes and said, "You're so sweet ... so lovely. I wanted you ... so much."

"Wanted?"

"Mm mm ... want ... so much."

"Mmmmmm ... (a nibble on my lobe) ... I can tell."

I turned my head and brushed her lips with mine. "How can you tell?" I brushed her lips again.

She softly squeezed my thigh and kissed my cheek and let her hand glide up until she was caressing my stiff penis. "Your eyes tell me ... and your soft kisses tell me ... and this stiff, manly thing in your trousers tells me." She sucked on my ear lobe, kissed it lightly and murmured in my ear, "It feels so wonderful." She sighed sweetly and whispered, "I suppose I shouldn't be telling you how much I like your ... stiff penis."

"The way we are together ... like this ... is beautiful. I feel like you can say anything you wish to me." With my lips touching her cheek I murmured, "And you're making my ... manly thing ... feel wonderful to me too." Rather than seeming bold, her caress was loving and made my penis swell with yearning. Our merging chemistries and excited pheromones were making our affections intimately magnetic. No longer was there fear of embarrassment - or rejection. Our feelings of attraction and desire were becoming irresistible for us. I put my hand over hers for a moment and pressed it against my excitement, confessing softly, "When you let me caress your lovely thigh and opened your legs for me ... and I kissed and nuzzled the sweetness between them ... this "manly thing" almost ... umm."

"Almost ... what, Darling?"

"You know ..."

"Yes, I think I know. And I'm glad I make you feel like that"

I slowed the car a little, turned and kissed her, "It was a wonderful feeling."

She hummed, "You made me feel wonderful too, Darling. You made me cum." Her breath became warmer on my ear. Her hand left my trouser bulge for a moment while she rose to move the skirt out from under her again. Then she undid the bottom few buttons of the skirt until it fell open to her panties. She spread the open skirt further, exposing most of the naked softness of her thighs and hips and a bit of her sweet, feminine tummy. She wanted my hungry eyes and loving hands to enjoy her. Nuzzling my ear she whispered, "There, now you can see where you were kissing me ... and caressing me ... and nuzzling me ... and where I'm so hungry for your kisses and your ... you know."

"My what?"

"Oh, Alex! ... I want your penis in me." I nearly came right then.

"I want that too, ... so much."

The exposure and caressing and confessions were bringing us both to a feverish edge. Still on the outside of my trousers, Dorothy's stroking fingers were exploring every nuance of my rigid excitement. She opened her legs a little more and I gently moved my hand up her thigh, savoring the touch every bit of the way, until it rested between her legs on the soft, naked warmth that had hugged around me. The creamy flesh felt wonderful. I looked longingly into her eyes and sighed, "I want to feel these sweet thighs hugging around me."

She sighed, "That fantasy is making me very wet." Her hips and groin squirmed a little and she whimpered into my ear, "Oh, Alex, I'm so hungry for you, ... I'm soaking my panties." For a moment her hand again left my bulge, squeezed my hand on her thigh, and then disappeared under her panty crotch. When she brought her hand out she kissed me on the cheek and raised a finger to my lips whispering, "This is for you, Darling." I took the finger in my mouth. It was dripping with Dorothy's luscious honey.

I sucked lovingly. The vision of Dorothy's sweet nectar oozing from her vaginal lips, trapped in the loving cocoon of her puffy outer labia made me ache. I turned my head for a moment to kiss her cheek and murmured, "You taste wonderful. ... I want to kiss you there again and suck on you ... and drink the honey from your sweet love lips." My desire and excitement were becoming so intense that I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. I continued to follow Bob distractedly but carefully, and hoped our destination was near.

Her lips were on my cheek and her hand was squeezing my penis, "Oh, Alex, ... you're making my clitoris throb. ... I want you."

We came to a Stop Sign in a quiet, sparsely populated neighborhood. I put the gearshift in Park and squirmed around so that I could lean down to Dorothy's lap. I kissed that creamy thigh again and nuzzled my cheek against her panty-covered mons.

She sighed, "Uhhnnn, Aaalexx," and held her skirt almost to her waist and opened her thighs further so my lips could savor her softer, inner warmth. I trailed more soft kisses down thrillingly close to her heavenly place, finishing in the crease of her groin - at the edge of her panties with my nose nuzzling her vulva. My lips brushed through pubic hairs peeking out from the edge of her panty leg. She ran her fingers through my hair and held me close to her for a moment. She whispered breathily, "Nnnnmmm, Darling, you're so close to me. ... I'm so wet and aching." Her warm mons squirmed against my cheek, "Uhhnn, ... Alex, kiss me there ... with your sweet lips ... like you did before."

My voice was soft and unsteady, "Mm ... so beautiful ... so wonderful to kiss ... and be close to." I cuddled my cheek lovingly into her puffy mons, kissed her there and slipped a finger under her panty crotch.

She pressed her warm vulva into my cheek, "Uhn. Yesss, ... my panties ... Oh, Darling." I knew what she meant. She raised off the seat and flexed rhythmically. I pulled the panty crotch aside, parted the puffy outer lips, kissed her sweet inner labia, tongued away the rich love honey oozing from her vaginal lips, licked up through the moist channel between her inner labia and ended with a gentle suck and nibble of her clitoris. She moaned and flexed into me, "Uhhnnn ... ooh ... ." Caressing my head to prolong the wonderful feeling she murmured, "Aalexx, my panties are in the way. ... Please help me take them off."

I rose up and took her in my arms, "Sweetheart, ... I won't be able to resist you."

"I know." She kissed me lushly, "That's why I want them off." A quick look assured there was no traffic nor any people nearby. I could see Bob up ahead turning into a neighborhood street. I returned her luscious kiss and began the thrilling task. My hands slipped up under her skirt to her waist and my fingers found the elastic waist band. She raised up and I slid the panties down over her hips and beyond her mons. Her rounded hips and tummy were richly feminine - her skin nearly white and smooth as satin. I bent to kiss the softness and poked my tongue into her sweet navel. She purred, "Mmmmm ..." She sat down and brought her knees together so that I could slip the panties down her legs and off. "Thank you, Darling. This is yours ... anytime." She opened her thighs.

She took the panties from me and, as she reached to put them in her purse, my hands stroked slowly up her beautiful, stockinged legs and caressed over the revealed beauty of her softly curved hips, feminine tummy, and puffy mons. When she sat up again she opened her thighs to me and I was irresistibly drawn to feed again on her sweet nectar. My fingers found her flower and my lips loved her eager clitoris. Her moans became urgent whines and, when her tummy and thighs began to quake on my cheeks, she raised off the seat to flex wantonly into me. After her thrill I continued to caress her thighs and kiss their softness. Finally she recovered enough to notice a car behind us in the rear view mirror. She murmured softly, "Darling ... there's a car ..."

I sat up, put the car in gear and began to move forward. I leaned my cheek toward her to encourage another kiss. Her lips touched the corner of my mouth and then kissed my cheek. I turned toward her and brushed her lips with mine whispering, "Sweetheart, your love lips are very beautiful ... and warm ... and wet with your sweet honey."

She kissed me softly and sighed, "You're making me feel so full of wonderful feelings ... I love your nuzzles ... and the way you kiss my ... you know." She hugged my hand between her thighs, opened them slightly again and, with her hands and head relaxed against my shoulder, she nuzzled my neck and sighed, "Mmmmmm, ... that was so beautiful." Her hand had been softly stroking the bulge in my trousers, but now I sensed that her fingers were fiddling with the tab of my zipper. She sighed, "May I?"

I couldn't believe how close to her I felt, "Mm hmm ..." I wiggled around to help her get the zipper down and suddenly her searching fingers had found me. They felt gentle and avid and excited. And they made me excited. "Your fingers feel wonderful on me." They grasped, and then softly stroked, and then squeezed. Somehow, she snaked my very stiff penis out of its hiding place for all the world to see.

Dorothy blended herself against me and moved a leg over my leg. Her breathing was warm and excited on my cheek, "Oh, Darling, ... you're so warm and stiff ... mmmm, wonderfully stiff. ... God, I love the way you feel." She whispered in my ear, "Do you know what I want you to do with this wonderful, stiff penis?"

I sighed, "I hope so ...." She continued to caress my thrilling penis. "You're making it ache so ... I want you." Driving under the circumstances was becoming difficult. Fortunately, it appeared we didn't have much further to go.

She murmured on my cheek, "I'm glad ... I want to make it so hard ... and then I want you to put it inside me ... so I can try to make it soft."

"Dorothy ... I ...!?" She was thrilling me. She was so close to me she was nearly on top of me. With my arm around her and my hand under her skirt, I stroked over the curve of her naked hip and the round cheek of her soft, smooth bottom to hug her closer, if that was possible.

"Mmmm hhmmmm ...?" She squeezed and stroked.

"I ... I've never felt this ... hunger."

She sucked on my ear lobe and squeezed my excited penis, "Either have I." Her breath was warm, her voice was breathless, and she gently kissed my cheek, "I've never wanted to make love like this before ... I'm so wet. I want you, Darling, so much, between my legs ... fucking me." Sexy words were creeping into our loving.

I was having a terrible time concentrating on the driving. Thank heavens I caught up with Bob just as he was pulling into an undeveloped part of the subdivision. A few blocks away in every direction were homes or stores, but in this treed area the developer apparently had run out of sales after the streets had been paved. Bob pulled up into a secluded cul-de-sac and parked near a street lamp. I pulled in behind him a few car-lengths back where a tree partially shaded the light from the lamp. I could see Bob's silhouette turn toward Jan. They gathered each other in and merged for a long-awaited kiss.

I turned toward Dorothy feeling as though I were entering a dream and said, "I think we've arrived at the place where we can ... talk for a while."

"Uhmmm", she breathed through our kisses, "talk to me, Lover." Her hand still caressed the length of my hardness. I turned to face her and put an arm around her. She hummed and moved to make her lovliness more accessible. "Alex, I've never felt like this before." She squeezed her thighs around my hand and flexed her groin in slow, erotic thrusts. "You're sweet ... and gentle ... and loving ... and ... I have warm feelings when you hold me and kiss me and ... I'm glad we're here alone together ... and not in Bob's car." We kissed with open mouths - her hand was still lovingly busy.

I replied earnestly. "I want you so very much. I'm so hungry for you ... I just can't resist." I brushed her lips with mine, "... wanting to ...."

She murmured on my lips, "... make love to me?"

"Yesss, ... make love to you."

"Alex?" 

"Mmm hmmm?"

"Please kiss my ... you know ... just once more ... and then put your wonderful, stiff penis in me, ... deep inside me."

I moved around in the seat to bring my lips closer to her lusting place. My hands gently parted her knees and lovingly caressed higher and higher over her stockings to her sweetly naked thighs. My lips followed and my eyes drank in the beauty of her gently flexing vulva. Nearly breathless I whispered, "Darling, ... your loving place is very beautiful. Your pink love-lips are parted like flower petals and your sweet vagina is open like parted lips, glistening with your luscious honey and waiting for a kiss."

She moaned, "My loving place wants you so. ... My love lips will kiss you,... and then take you in." Dorothy opened her thighs further and further until my lips and fingers reached her luscious flower. My tongue savored her nectar and licked through the channel between her labia to pleasure her clitoris while a finger teased her hungry vagina. Dorothy hugged my cheeks with her thighs and squirmed her vulva into my lips. My finger slid further into her luscious vagina and my sucking, kissing, nibbling tongue teased her clitoris. Her juices were drenching my finger and hand. I removed it for a moment to suck my fingers clean and then kissed and sucked the love potion from her eager vagina. Dorothy gasped, "Oh, God, yes! Kiss my love lips." When my dripping lips returned to her clitoris and my finger entered her again, my lover began to moan and whine and her hands held my head to her as shivers quaked through her tummy. Her orgasm was beautiful to behold.

Dorothy moaned in the sweet rapture of the final spasms and sighed, "Mmmm, Darling, ... that was wonderful ... Come up and kiss me." I rose back up on the seat, bumping the steering wheel with my shoulder. She took me in her arms and kissed me. "You're all wet, Darling." She kissed and licked her nectar away from around my mouth and cheek while her fingers searched to find her Admirer again. I moaned with pleasure at her touch. She looked at my man thing and sighed, "Mmmmmmm, look how hard and beautiful you are." She brought our lips together and murmured into our soft kisses, "My cunt is going to feel wonderful ... when you're fucking this stiff cock up into me ... and my legs are hugging around you and you're squirting your sweet cum deep inside." The surprising four-letter words poured out belying the emotional height of Dorothy's lust.

Her sensual, wanton desire thrilled me. I whispered, "The thought of being in you ... is making me so... so ... I'm nearly squirting on your sweet fingers." While she fondled her Admirer I reached to caress and squeeze one of her lovely breasts. She moaned sweetly and her hand left my penis for a moment to undo several buttons at her neckline. The apparent fullness of her loveliness and the hint of the deep valley between fueled my imagination and my desire to pleasure them. My hand moved to the offered beauty.

While my hands were squeezing and caressing, hers were undoing my belt and easing my undershorts over my stiff penis and down to my hips. Then a whisper, "I want you in me now." She opened her thighs and coaxed me between. Awkwardly I was trying to help her bring our lusting parts together when my hip encountered the steering wheel again. I pleaded, "Why don't we get into the back seat where we won't be so cramped?"

"Mmm hhmmm," was her reply and she began to move toward her door, still kissing me as the rest of her body slid across the seat. When she had stepped out I shifted the front seat as far forward as it would go and hastily got my trousers temporarily resecured.  I went around to help her into the back seat. When I reached her, still standing - waiting for me, she put her arms around my neck, merged her mouth into mine and blended her body into me like a second skin. My arms went around her waist and my hands found the gentle curves of her sweet derriere. Over the soft cheeks I could feel her garter belt through her dress. She was squirming and our pelvises were meeting closely for the first time. She broke our kiss for a moment and, with lips still touching mine, whispered, "Mmmmm, your wonderful cock ..."

I groaned, "Sweetheart, I'm so stiff ... It aches ..."

"Poor Darling." She took my excited penis in her fingers and guided it through her unbuttoned skirt and pressed it down close her flexing mons. I bent my knees to lower myself until she could push me between her puffy labia and tease her clitoris with my glans. The world around us ceased to exist. Her tummy pushed into me and her vulva squirmed to pleasure itself on my probing penetrator; she murmured on my lips, "So hard ... so stiff." I squirmed and pushed back - swooning at the pressure on my poking penis thrilling in the moist folds of her flower. With her hands on my hips she flexed her vulva and urged my penis further until its head unexpectedly slipped into her warm, gushing, loving place. I bent my knees further so I could thrust up into her. "Ohh, ... Darling ... " We squirmed in sudden rapture but soon wanted to be in the secluded comfort of the car.

I moaned, "Uhnnn ... Lover, ... I'm almost ..."

"Oh, Sweetheart, not yet! ... Help me in the car."

I kissed her softly, "Mm hmm ... ." Her hands left my hips and my swooning stiffness, so close to spewing its offering, withdrew in temporary frustration. I took her hands to steady her.

She sighed, "Thank you, Lover," and sat down on the back seat with her feet on the door sill. Her eyes never left mine. When she was seated her skirt fell open to her waist, above her sweetly rounded tummy - above the muff of her pubic hair and the dimple of her navel. Her graceful fingers parted her labia to display the flower of her femininity and her engorged and prominent clitoris. Dorothy was deep in the passion of sweet desire and I was overcome with affection and loving lust.

I bent down to kiss her and breathed onto her lips, "Your beautiful vagina is pink and luscious ... and I love your saucy clitoris. It's stiff and excited ... like my penis."

Caressing my cheeks she went on breathily, "No one has ever made love to me ... like you have ... or kissed and nuzzled my clitoris ... or my vagina ... Mmmmmm, Lover, you gave me such sweet cums with your loving lips."

"Your precious love lips are dripping, Darling, ... they look so beautiful and hungry." My body wanted to blend with hers. I was standing between her lovely legs and my stiff penis wagged impudently in front of me - close to my lover's lips.

Dorothy took me in her gentle fingers sighing, "I'm wet for you, so wet." She sent me lustful air kisses, and caressed my throbbing, wagging, stabbing penis and then, to my surprise, slipped the very tip between her lips for an affectionate kiss.

I murmured, "Sweetheart, mmmmm ... Oh! Be careful!" My experiences were somewhat limited. I never before had had this sweet pleasure. I suspected this might be a first for Dorothy as well.

Her eyes looked up to mine while she feathered light kisses on the tip, "I think I taste my juices ... something salty. ... Is it your ... you know?" The crown disappeared again into her loving mouth.

I groaned quietly and caressed her hair whispering, "Mm hmm, ... and it's almost more than a drop ... help me with my pants?"

Dorothy eased me from her lips, "Mmmm ... Darling, ...yes," and reluctantly let go of my excited erection, released the single button I had secured, and slid my trousers down to my ankles. After she eased the waist of my undershorts over my penis I slid them down to join my pants and stepped out of them all. My Lover dropped them into the front seat.