1 comments/ 27263 views/ 1 favorites Babs Education By: johnniedee004 I For her thirty-fifth birthday Barbara was offered a job. It the best birthday present she could have had. In fact, it was the only one she got. Both her boys had forgotten all about her birthday. 'Oh, well,' she thought, 'that's kids for you.' Her husband hadn't remembered it either until he phoned from his office to wish her a happy day. 'But I don't care now. I've got some work.' The way was open for her, at last, to pursue her own independent career. She was known as Babs at home. Her two teenage boys went to the local grammar school - what used to be called Secondary Schools for Boys - and required less of her attention than they used to. All they wanted from her now were clean shirts and underwear, plenty of food on the table at meal times. They were well satisfied. When she was twenty-two, Babs had married an ordinary, dependable young man, as selfish as the next husband. She didn't know whether she loved him or not, but they'd been courting for four years. 'Well, he's a presentable young man, as good as the next fellow,' she thought. He was a engineering draughtsman whose pleasures were to watch TV after his meal, go out for a drink with the lads on Friday evenings, take the boys to a football match on Saturday afternoons and watch it on TV on a Saturday night. He even played the game himself for a local team on Sunday mornings. 'Well, it keeps him fit. And it gives me time to do the ironing and house cleaning without them constantly under my feet.' She valued these quiet times she had to herself, even if they were filled with household chores. Babs had never had much enthusiasm for sex. Neither she nor her sister, Alison, had been given any education in the fundamental process of having babies. They had experimented with themselves, as most boys and girls do when young, but found nothing particularly exciting about it. Her sister was two years older than Babs, so they learned together about the unsavoury parts of growing up into womanhood. Babs began to look upon the human body with some distaste wondering why God had not made the whole physical process less messy. It seemed dirty and unwholesome. When her sister Alison started walking out with a young man, who was later to become her husband, her experience widened and she was able to tell Babs all about men. So Babs knew roughly what to expect when she herself was asked to go for walks after Sunday school by a boy who lived down the next street. No other young man she liked better came into her life so, when Bernard proposed to her, she dutifully accepted him. Alison was the matron of honour and her two nieces were the bridesmaids. They went to the church in a large white car. Bernard's brother was the best man, wearing a white carnation, her father gave her away, her mother wore a white hat with a spray of flowers pinned on, and cried a lot during the service. Confetti was thrown, photographs were taken in the churchyard, before they all went to the Coop café for a sherry reception and a hot meal for the wedding breakfast. It was all very ordinary. Babs smiled dutifully, looking radiant, and her father, who had drunk far too much sherry on top of the large whiskeys before he left home, topped up with others from a hip flask, made a silly speech. Everybody laughed except Babs. She blushed with embarrassment. Then they went home to change before catching the train to Bridlington for their week's honeymoon whilst the rest of the family went down to the club for the evening. It a very jolly day for the families but Babs couldn't honestly say she had found it the happiest day of her life they had all promised her it would be. Barbara was a virgin bride. On their wedding night she endured with courage the requisite assault by her husband. She had taken the precaution of bringing a towel with her to put in the bed in case there was a mess. Alison had warned her what to expect. It was painful, and a great relief when he eventually finished. After that, the nightly ritual wasn't so bad. There wasn't much to it. Each evening after dinner Bernard had a few drinks in the bar whilst she nursed a gin and tonic before retiring. Their room actually had a small private bathroom attached; quite a luxury for Babs. She was pleased about that. Bernard went into the bathroom to put his pyjamas on whilst Babs undressed and slipped into her nightie behind the open wardrobe door. She was in bed before Bernard came back in. When the light was turned out, Bernard would lean over and kiss her whilst fondling her breasts. That was nice, having breasts fondled. She liked that. But it wasn't long before he pulled up her night-dress and rolled on top of her. Bernard would then bounce up and down on her for a few minutes before emptying his sperm into her with a grunt. And that was it. He rolled over and went to sleep. She soon came to the conclusion that she didn't much care for sex, but if that was what husbands wanted, she'd have to put up with it. She never once felt any fulfilment during intercourse. 'No,' she thought, 'sex is grossly over-rated.' Within three months of her marriage, Babs found she was pregnant. That made her happier and, to her great relief, she had a trouble-free birth of a bouncing baby boy. She enjoyed motherhood. Now, that DID give her fulfilment! So, when the child was a few months old she determined to have another. After the birth of the second child, another boy, her sex life dwindled to almost zero. Now, on her thirty-fifth birthday, there was little, if any, passion left in the marriage relationship. After all, two young children are a great strain on loving relationships. Babs was convinced that men were only loving towards their wives when they wanted sex and, once they'd got a house full of kids they didn't want any more of that either. Having compared her experiences with those of her sister, that's how it seemed to her. In any case, whatever she and Bernard had to say to each other had already been said over the past fifteen years. Probably more than once. There was little to add. Babs led a dull and repetitive life. It was occupied mainly by the demands of children growing up into boisterous boys. She didn't complain. Having seen how other married couples coped, it was what she'd expected, in a way. But, at least, she was settled in herself and believed that this was a normal life-style for a house-wife and mother. After all, they had a nice two-and-a-half-bed 1930's semi in a reasonable quarter of the town with a nearby park, shops and schools. She aspired to nothing much higher. She had paid her debt to society. But there had always been a burning ambition in her to be an infant school teacher. She loved children and, now that she had brought up two of her own, felt that this was now a possibility. The boys were had become less reliant on home. Being a nursery teacher would give her some fulfilment in life besides bringing in the extra money for she and Bernard, her husband, to enjoy a few more of life's little extras. Go abroad, buy a better car, go out for meals more often. Nothing too exorbitant. Just get back some of the fun and enjoyment they had forfeited whilst bringing up a family and building a home. She had been to talk over the possibilities with the Education Department at the Town Hall. They had been very helpful to her, explaining that to qualify for nursery teaching post would mean some training. So she applied for and was accepted by the local training college as a mature student. At her age, of course, she would have to pay for it. So, after talking it through with Bernard, she decided to go out to work to provide the money for the course, whilst studying during the evenings when Bernard was watching TV and the boys had gone up to bed. Well, gone upstairs in the direction of their bedroom, anyway! II With relief and some determination, Babs went to a secretarial agency to sign on for temporary work as a shorthand typist. And on her birthday they phoned to say they had a job for her! Great! It was arranged that she would work three full days and two half-days so that she could attend some day classes at the local college. She was a conscientious worker and did well. She got work standing in for secretaries on holidays or who were away ill. The duties covered the usual sort of secretarial responsibilities. But she became frustrated by having to leave a job almost as soon as she'd got used to it. The jobs she had were too short term. So she asked the agency if they would consider her for any longer term jobs which came up. After a few weeks she was asked to go for an interview with a marketing company in the centre of town. They were looking for a short term appointment of between three to six months. The arrangement was that she would probably be asked to work for a month when a final decision would be made about keeping her on. Jonathan Taylor, a marketing manager whose secretary had been taken ill and may be away for some considerable time, had asked for a reliable, dedicated temp. So, Barbara presented herself at the offices of the company the next Monday morning at 9.00am with a letter of introduction, only to find that her new boss was away for a couple of days. She was told, however, that the senior secretary would interview her, show her the ropes and introduce her round the staff. Shula was a small, close cropped curly blonde. She checked Barbara's experience and gave her a short typing test. She didn't do very well, she thought. She wasn't used to these electric typewriters, sensitive to the touch. 'That's no problem,' Shula told her. 'You'll get used to them. It's spelling and punctuation that's the main thing here. Most of the men are technical, so their grammar and spelling isn't always a strong point. Jonathan’s OK though. He's into drama and English, and stuff like that. So he knows a bit about it.' 'It seems a pleasant environment here.' Babs said. Shula assured her that she'd find everyone kind and the working conditions were very good. 'Jonathan's a most considerate boss; probably the nicest man in the office,' she said. 'He's discreet and modest, in his forties and everybody likes him and respects him.' Shula went on to tell Babs that he was a leading light in some large operatic group and directed big musicals which were performed at the Grand Theatre in town. 'You'll like him. He's a wonderful man!' Shula enthused. Babs wondered if the head secretary herself fancied this Jonathan Taylor. She became intrigued and was quite looking forward to meeting this paragon of virtue and distinction. When she was introduced round the other secretaries she found she was about the oldest amongst them. Mrs Gray was an exception. But she wasn't a secretary, anyway. She was more of a mother figure, making coffee and tea, looking after her boys. The other girls were only too ready to tell her exaggerated stories about the office intrigues. They thought she should be aware of the goings on between some bosses and their secretaries in that office. Of course, they said, at her age, she need have no worries on that score herself! Bitches, she thought! Anyway, she wasn't in the least interested in the affairs between the staff so long as she wasn't drawn into their intrigues. The money was all she wanted. On Wednesday morning she finally met her new boss. When she arrived in the office he was already working at his desk. She watched him unobserved for a few moments. Babs liked what she saw. He was a reasonably handsome man, with a strong profile, darkish hair, greying at the temples. He wore a smart navy blue suit with white shirt and plain maroon tie. She took a deep breath and, with more than a little trepidation, went up to him to introduce herself. He stood immediately, smiled at her, held out his hand to shake hers warmly. Babs was invited her to sit by his desk. She looked into his eyes and was glad of the offer of a chair for her knees felt suddenly like jelly! She couldn't think why she was behaving this way. He apologised to her for not being there to welcome her on Monday but hoped she'd been well looked after and shown all the ropes. She stammered something about the others being very kind and thoughtful, feeling rather like a silly schoolgirl. Her brain seemed to have gone a bit dizzy but she managed to burble an assurance that she had been well looked after. Pull yourself together madam, she said to herself. You're being stupid! Mr Taylor was telling her what his work entailed but she was listening more to his softly modulating voice rather than his words. His confident, sympathetic manner made her wonder whether or not her abilities were up to his expectations. Or, rather, were up to her own wish to prove herself equal to his obvious qualities. She worried that she might be inadequate to fulfil what she wanted to show him of her worth. When he asked her what she had done before and why she was temping she had recovered sufficiently to tell him. 'Oh, please call me Jonathan,' he said at the end of their chat. 'I'm not used to such formality as Mister all the time.' 'Thank you! Right, Jonathan it is!'.\ When she went back to her own desk she was cross with herself for not having been more assertive - more herself. But she knew that she would enjoy working here. She determined to show him that she really was a responsible and competent secretary. Not surprisingly, she made a number of silly mistakes in her anxiety to do well, but he was sympathetic and never showed dismay or disapproval. In fact, he treated her as an equal, showing her the courtesy and respect for her sex that she had rarely had from her past bosses. She liked him a lot. In fact, after the first week she realised that she might be falling a little bit in love with him. Oh, well! Admiration from the margins can't be bad and it certainly made her work a pleasure. She began to look forward with some eagerness to going to the office each morning; that was certainly a new experience for her. Then, things changed. About six weeks after she started work there, Jonathan had arranged to spend a day meeting customers at a large trade exhibition in Manchester and Babs teased him about taking her with him. 'It'll make an interesting day out,' she claimed. 'Besides, I'll get to meet a lot of the people I talk to on the 'phone but never see. I'm sure I'll learn a lot.' To her surprise and delight, Jonathan eventually agreed that she could come with him. 'It looks as thought you're going to be with us for a few months,' he said, 'so I suppose it would be useful for you to come along. I'll clear it with the boss.' III They arranged to meet at the office at quarter to eight on the fateful morning. Babs took a lot of trouble over her appearance. She dressed in the cream suit she saved to wear at weddings, with a white shirt-blouse and plain ecru silk scarf. A light check wool-flannel top-coat finished off her clothes. When Jonathan told her how attractive she looked she was happily flattered. But she made light of it. 'Can't be letting you down in front of your customers by looking scruffy,' she told him. It was a pleasant, sunny day and the journey across the Pennines was an enjoyable one. They chatted away like two old friends on a whole range of topics. Babs was now relaxed in his company and did a lot of the talking, showing off her knowledge of current affairs. She was also interested in drama and tried to impress Jonathan by talking about Ibsen and Chekhov. He listened with interest, joking with her and pulling her leg here and there. They eventually reached Manchester, parking in the basement of the exhibition hotel. They spent the morning looking round the stands, talking to some of the people there. Several of them were business contacts of Jonathan's but, courteous as ever, he introduced her to each one of them, generally behaving towards her as an equal rather than an employee. Babs felt great! She purred like a kitten all morning! At lunch time Jonathan escorted her to an expensive restaurant, housed in an airy conservatory, where she was treated to an excellent meal - on expenses of course, but so what! - with wine to accompany the succulent lamb and a cointreau with her coffee. In the corner of the conservatory a piano trio, surrounded by potted palms, was playing popular classics and the whole atmosphere was elegant and tasteful. She had never before been wined and dined so well, and in such grand surroundings, with waiters always at her elbow to look after her every need. The appearance of a cigarette in Jonathan's hand was immediately met by a flaming lighter produced by a waiter. At last, the time came to return home. Babs felt sad, in a way, that the day was coming to its conclusion. They drove back across the Pennines with the late afternoon sun throwing shadows of the craggy hills into the sun-drenched valleys. It had got too late to return to the office so they pulled into a parking place, just off the road, overlooking a famous beauty spot. The views were magnificent. Jonathan turned off the engine, lowered his window, and lit a cigarette. They sat in silence looking down the valley, across to the peaks, whilst he smoked an Olivier tipped cigarette. Barbara enjoyed the peace of the country-side and sat looking out, quiet, content and happy. She'd had a lovely day. She'd been made to feel important. A real person, able to join in conversations without feeling patronised. Jonathan stubbed out his cigarette in the ash tray, turned to her and smiled. 'You're quiet.' he said. 'Have you enjoyed our outing?' Babs looked into his blue mischievous eyes and returned his smile. 'It's been terrific! Really lovely! You've made me so happy today.' she said. 'And I'm enjoying these last moments of peace and quiet with you. It's lovely! Thank you!'. On an impulse she leaned into him and kissed him on the lips, letting it linger rather longer than she had intended. Instead of breaking away, Jonathan put his arms round her to hold her close. Slowly parting her lips he gently pushed his tongue between them. Babs hesitated at this unexpected response but allowed his tongue to nudge between her lips, licking over them lightly. A tremor of confusion rippled through her. In a moment of gratefulness to him, hardly aware of what she was doing, Babs put her hands round Jonathan's neck, pressing him towards her. In response he put his hand inside her light coat, very delicately caressing her bosom. Without thinking about the consequences, Babs pressed herself against his hand in a gesture of encouragement. Before the kiss ended, she felt Jonathan's hand slip inside the top of her dress until it rested on the swelling of her left breast. It seemed the most natural thing in the world for him to do. The thought of trying to stop him never crossed her mind. She felt she had known Jonathan intimately for years. Even so, she was rather disappointed in Johnnie. ‘Oh, no!’ Babs moaned to herself. ‘Is that all men want? A handful of breast? Why does it always have to get physical?’ But she made no attempt to stop him. They ended their kiss with a breathless sigh, pressing their cheeks together. His hand had slipped down into her bra and was now cupping her left breast, gently rubbing across her stiffening nipple. At his touch, Babs was surprised at the light shock which flickered from her nipple to the pit of her stomach. She felt the almost forgotten flutters deep in her belly as her body began to respond to the attention it was getting. Her mind was in turmoil! ‘What on earth am I doing,’ she thought? ‘This is ridiculous! I'm a mature, married woman with two grown up kids, allowing a strange man to fondle my breasts and getting myself all excited and wet.’ Babs Education Even so, her lips found Jonathan's again and kissed him with an uninhibited open mouth. Her body seemed to be have a plan of its own, paying no attention at all to what her mind was thinking. Any resolve to try to restore her virtue melted. She tried to steady herself by putting her left hand on Johnnie's thigh, only to find it pressing onto the bulge inside his trousers. It was a moment before she realised what it was! Her immediate impulse was to pull away again. But Jonathan was now holding her tightly to him, her attempt only succeeding in accidentally rubbing the stiff bulge. Before being really able to recover her senses, Babs felt Jonathan's right hand under her hem of her dress, massaging the insides of her thighs. She squeezed them together in a vain effort to prevent him from reaching her cleft, but she was too late! Had she worn her usual tight fitting knickers he wouldn't have got through. But, today, for reasons she couldn't explain, she had put on her pretty French underwear. Certainly not because she was expecting to be molested. She had just wanted to feel good and feminine. So, his probing fingers found her oozing moistness without difficulty. Having failed to prevent the invasion of her privacy, Babs made no move to take his hand away. Rather she allowed her thighs to part ever so slightly so that she could enjoy the feel of the fingers paddling in her wetness. She astonished herself at the casual way she had allowed a man other than her husband to touch her private flesh. It had never happened before. In fact, she even felt guilty and dirty on those rare occasions she masturbated herself. But somehow it didn't seem wrong at all just now. Just natural! Stock phrases from popular romances she had read flitted through her mind. Her bosom was heaving with emotion and it was all so beautiful and meaningful. Her breathing was getting heavier and quicker as his fingers had found, and teased, her little button. For the first time in her life, she herself had placed her hand into a man's lap, feeling his stiffness. And gosh! There it was! It certainly was stiff! Just as she was beginning to become overwhelmed with emotion, excitement building quickly inside her groin, she heard a car pull into the lay-by. They broke away quickly to gaze abstractedly through the windscreen at the scene, whilst unobtrusively fastening buttons which had somehow got undone. Babs was rather breathless and bewildered by this turn of events. Her brain was certainly in turmoil. She fought to regain control of her emotions. She knew she was blushing a deep red. ‘What on earth will Jonathan think of me, she wondered. I've behaved like a slut! Oh, my God! He'll think I'm just a cheap trollop!' She groaned to herself with shame. Without looking at her, Jonathan got out of the car to light another cigarette to help him recover his own composure. He leaned against the top of the car nonchalantly whilst Babs fastened her blouse, unobtrusively wiping herself dry between her thighs with her handkerchief, smoothing down her skirt. The newcomers had parked at the other end of the area, probably aware of what they had been up to. She hardly dare look in their direction in case it was someone who knew her! Finally, Jonathan dropped his cigarette end, ground it into the dirt, and got back into his seat. He smiled thinly at her. 'Sorry about that,' he said, 'I got carried away, I'm afraid. I hope I haven't upset and insulted you. I'm truly very sorry!' She smiled sympathetically at his apology. 'Good grief, it was all my doing,' she said. 'It's me that should be apologising to you for throwing myself at you like that. Believe me, it's never happened in my life ever before. I don't expect you to believe me and I can't imagine what you must think of me. But I wouldn't want you to think that I make a habit of hurling myself at men like that. I really don't! It's just that ...' She couldn't bring herself to go on. It all seemed so tame. 'Perhaps it was the wine,' she added lamely. 'Stop babbling, Babs!' he laughed. 'I think you're a very attractive lady and the circumstances just happened to throw us together, I suppose. No doubt the wine helped to overcome our reserve.' She knew, of course, that he was lying but she was very grateful to him for putting her at her ease. 'I never had any intention of touching the private parts of your body,' he told her, adding, 'but one sexy kiss, and I was away! It's a good job that couple arrived when they did, otherwise they might have found us in a more embarrassing predicament!' The truth is that Jonathan would probably not have let things get that far. He was just curious to see what her reaction would be to his advances because, like most men, in spite of her frigid matronly appearance, he believed her to be vulnerable, simply because she was woman of a certain age. And, like most men, he couldn't resist sexual temptation! He was, after all, beneath that suave exterior, a male chauvinist pig! Babs was troubled by the thought that she didn't feel the least bit guilty about it. Nor did she feel at all like a slut for letting as stranger fondle her genitals. She couldn't understand that. Neither could she understand why she had an irresistible urge to fondle Jonathan's penis. She had never had any particular desire to explore that bit of a man's body before. To her, it had always been an ungainly, unattractive, even ugly piece of flesh, designed to perform a particular function in life. She had often wondered why procreation couldn't have been a simpler, less sloppy business. She could only think that her feeling that she had known Jonathan for years had encouraged their intimacy. But it was all very disturbing. So they drove away in silence, Jonathan dropping Babs off at the bottom of her street. Babs was quiet and restrained all evening. She made tea for the family but didn't eat any herself. Bernard asked if she was feeling all right. 'I'm just not hungry. I had a heavy lunch and a long day on my feet. I'm just tired. An early night will help. Why don't you pop down to the pub for a drink.' He did. Babs had a cup of tea before taking a bath and sliding into bed a good hour earlier than her usual bed time. She had a lot to think over. Her thoughts were still confused but she remembered being attracted to Jonathan when they first met. She had a curious feeling at the time that something might happen between them, though she couldn't have put it into words at the time. It was just a funny sort of hunch. She'd pooh-poohed the idea at the time. Just a fantasy. But, now look! ‘It mustn’t happen again,’ she resolved. ‘It was just a one-off.’ Sleep had overtaken her before Bernard joined her in bed. IV The following day normal relations resumed but Babs was, perhaps, a little quieter than usual. Jonathan behaved as though nothing unusual had taken place between them. ‘Perhaps he's used to it,’ Babs thought. It was a cold cheerless day, in sharp contrast to the previous one, and most of the managers were out of the office, so Jonathan decided to send out for a sandwich for his lunch. Babs had been thinking over just what she would say to him about yesterday. Never having been a person to beat about the bush, she thought a direct and honest approach would be best. So she took a deep breath and joined him in his office. She sat on the corner of his desk and told him how much she had enjoyed the day out with him. 'Thank you, Jonathan. It was wonderful! I have never had a day quite like it,' she said, 'and I'm not referring to the episode in the car on the moors. Though that as well was very different from my usual life-style. Unexpected though. Still, it won't happen again, I expect,' she added with a smile. 'No! Probably not! Thank you for escorting me. I must say that I don't usually end up with my hands inside a lady passenger's knickers, though I'm not against that sort of enjoyment. In fact, to tell you the truth, I do have an insatiable curiosity about that part of a lady's body. Perhaps that had something to do with my behaviour.' Babs laughed with surprise at his forthright admission. 'Good heavens! Why does that interest you?' She was curious to know what his answer would be. He paused. 'Oh, I don't know! Just inquisitive, I suppose, but I enjoy giving pleasure. And, I must say, I've yet to find a lady who doesn't enjoy being felt by sensitive, appreciative fingers. I suppose there are some who don’t enjoy the experience, but I haven't come across them. Once they've got over their initial embarrassment, they usually like more.' That fluttery feeling was starting in Babs' groin again. ‘Oh, no!’ She moaned inwardly. ‘I want to feel him finger me again!’ 'I guess I was a little bit drunk,' she said in a voice calmer than she felt, 'otherwise I'd have been mortified and humiliated at the thought of you touching me. Or anybody else touching me for that matter. I'm usually very shy about sex. Prudish and prim, you know. I'm afraid I have very little interest in it these days.' Jonathan smiled at her. ‘They all say that, or something similar,’ he thought. Aloud, he said 'Don't you have any curiosity, yourself, then? You know, about the different shapes and sizes of men's ... toys?' He wasn't sure what euphemism Babs would use for the penis. Her mouth was getting dry at the direction the conversation was taking. She couldn't hold back her growing feeling of desire. 'His penis, you mean,' she said solemnly, and it was Jonathan's turn to laugh at her directness. 'Well, you clearly believe in calling a spade a spade.' She opened her eyes in mock surprise. 'Well, why beat about the bush? That's what it's called. Anyway, no, I can honestly say that I never have had any curiosity about them. I've always thought of them as a very clumsy means to a rather sticky end. Though I have to admit that I did have some curiosity about yours yesterday. Goodness knows why! Why do you call it a toy?' Jonathan laughed again. She found herself looking down, stealing a glance at his groin, straining to see the shape of his stiffness which had grown inside his trousers. He placed a hand on Babs' left knee and squeezed lightly. 'Because someone once said - I can't remember who - that it was the one toy girls never tire of playing with.' She felt her resolve slipping rapidly away. She managed to snort. 'Well! I must be the exception that proves the rule.' His hand was now caressing her thigh. Babs desperately wanted him to feel her genitals again. Her vulva was oozing copiously. She was willing him to touch it. This is crazy she thought, parting her knees slightly as she did. 'But go on,' she found herself saying lightly, hiding a feeling of trepidation, 'you can have a proper feel of it if you want to indulge your immoral interest in the female genitalia. But only a quick one!' Jonathan's looked at her steadily for a second or two, before sliding his hand along the inside of her thigh, over the silk-clad flesh. Above her stocking top, he found the wide opening of her knickers. Then the roughness of her hair. Babs had again worn knickers of the loose fitting style rather than her usual tight fitting ones. Jonathan had no trouble slipping his hand into them to cup her plump, hot, dripping flesh in its palm. He used his thumb to prize apart the folds of the wet crevice before curling it round to touch her sensitive button. Babs screwed her eyes tight, catching her breath as her loins gave an internal lurch. Her whole inside was on fire. Raging! 'Goodness!' she whispered. 'I feel like a wanton young trollop letting you play with me like this. I've never ever really wanted anyone to do this to me before. Honest! But your fingers are so sensitive and this is so very sensual.' She gasped as another jolt hit her. 'Don't stop! Please!' Babs couldn't stop her loins from beginning to shake. It was a new experience for her - not at all repulsive. Jonathan was smiling up at her, caressing her with his two middle fingers curled up into her slippery tunnel, exploring the contours of the soft folds, whilst his thumb continued to massage her sensitive, generously sized button. Her eyes were glazing over as excitement grew within her. 'Ooh,' she groaned, 'That's bloody wonderful! You were right about us not being able to resist it. I do want you, so much. Go on! Don't stop. Please! I think I'm going to explode!' But, unfortunately for Babs, Jonathan had to stop rather suddenly. He managed to withdraw his hand, sitting with clasped hands on his desk as his office door opened and a smiling colleague from another of the Company's offices walked in and bellowed 'Hi!' Jonathan turned to Babs casually. 'OK Babs, we'll finish it later!' She stood, blushing at her wantonness, picking up her shorthand notebook before beating a clumsy, hasty retreat to the ladies toilet. She sat on the toilet, knees wide apart, and finished off what Jonathan had started. Her vulva was wetter than she could ever remember it having been before. She rubbed the sloppy lips hard, bringing herself to a welcome, if deeply shameful, orgasm. After the relief, she felt utterly humiliated, unable to believe that she could ever be capable of behaving in this lewd manner. Her resolve and usual self-control vanished in tears of self reproach. The problem for Barbara now was that she had really fallen in love for the very first time in her life. She knew it. The feelings she was experiencing were completely new to her. She had always thought that lovers' sighs were something that poets prattled on about, but now she knew they were for real. She sighed constantly. The kick she felt in her gut when she looked at Jonathan amazed her. When at home, she had a longing, a yearning, to be with him. Blinding tears would well up for no reason and she would feel to be suffocating. Jonathan became an obsession with her. She couldn't rid him from her thoughts even for a second. When her husband went out, she would phone Jonathan's home hoping he was in. Her excuse would be to tell him that she might be a bit late in work the next day. If he himself answered the phone she would tell him in a breathless, choking voice 'I love you Jonathan. I had to phone to tell you and just to hear your voice. Think of me in bed tonight darling. I shall be thinking of you fantasising that you are making love to me.' Jonathan didn't get much chance to say very much other than 'OK Barbara, thanks for ringing and telling me.' She would also phone him at week-ends pretending some business but really just to listen to him. The very sound of his voice would start her stomach churning, her juices running. She became desperate to be with him and would find excuses to take the car out to drive to outside Jonathan's house. There, she would sit gazing at the door hoping he would come out. It helped just to be near him. With no previous experience to guide her, Babs was unable to handle or control this deep emotion of love. Of course, Babs tried not to let her feelings show to her husband, but he had now become repugnant to her and she felt a deep remorse for cheating on him. She went to considerable lengths to keep him happy and content, and was grateful that his sexual demands on her were very infrequent these days. Every day that Jonathan was in the office she contrived to sit with him, perched on the corner of his desk, brazenly asking him to put his hand up her skirt, to fondle her. She had completely thrown all modesty to the wind. To make things easier, Babs had taken to removing her knickers beforehand. She would lift the hem of her skirt to tease him with a glimpse of the furry patch between her parted thighs and the damp slit. Reaching down into his lap with her fingers, she lightly stroked the bulge she saw growing there. Babs constantly surprised herself with these uncharacteristic, salacious actions. On the days Jonathan was out for lunch, she would sit pining for him to return. When he was away for two or three days, life was miserable for her. She was in the complete grip of a deep infatuation, behaving like a teenage schoolgirl with a violent crush on her teacher. She had admitted her feelings to Jonathan but he treated the whole thing lightly. 'You'll get over it,' was all he said. She began to pester him to take her away on one of his trips for a night. ‘Not allowed!’ 'You can do it,' she told him. 'Other secretaries have been taken to London, and theirs have come here, as part of a personnel campaign. They probably shag their bosses, as well!' Jonathan had hummed and aahed. 'But you're only with us short-term,' he said. 'It'd look very odd. If you were permanent, it'd be different!' 'I'll become permanent, then. I'll do anything. Please!' She continued to pester him to fondle between her thighs during the lunch hours, and at other times during the day when she could, but the danger of discovery prevented her from relaxing enough to have a full orgasm or even to fondle Jonathan in return. She was becoming increasingly desperate for him to take her, to get inside her and possess her whole body. V Babs eventually persuaded Jonathan to come into the office on a Saturday morning when it would be deserted. She phoned him early to say she'd left her purse in the office. Could he meet her to let her in? Once inside she could make love him. Babs looked forward to it with great excitement, like a child waiting for a birthday to arrive. Jonathan agreed to meet her to let her into the office. When he arrived to unlock the outer door, Barbara, who had been waiting in a nearby doorway, walked quickly across the road to meet him. They went in together. Both stood in the silence for a few seconds before Babs threw herself at him for a passionate kiss. Jonathan locked the door before they went up into his office where Barbara wasted no time in falling into another passionate embrace with him. 'This is wonderful,' she said. 'Alone together at last, even if it's only for a few minutes.' Jonathan fondled her breasts inside her coat. 'You didn't leave you purse at all, did you? It was just a ploy. You little bugger.' He pushed the coat from her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor. Her jacket and blouse were quickly unfastened, to reveal a low cut brassiere, This, too, was quickly unhooked and hoisted over her pert breasts for Jonathan to fondle. After stroking them, he flicked her long nipples with his thumbs. Babs unfastened her skirt, letting it fall to the carpet round her feet. There she was, standing in her underskirt, with blouse open and breasts hanging loose. Jonathan took a good look at her, studying the texture of her breasts and the engorged, long dark-pink nipples, all goose-pimply, perched there. They pointed up at his face rather than down at his feet, as if expecting some attention. He sat her on the corner of the desk, took one of the nipples between his lips and gently nibbled it with his teeth. Whilst he did this, Babs unzipped his flies and fumbled feverishly for his stiff penis. After a struggle, she pulled it out and took her first look at it. It was only the second stiff penis she had ever seen, not counting her two children. She had never really taken much interest in her husband's swarthy-skinned specimen, but ever since the episode in the car she had often fantasised about Jonathan's. And here is was, jutting up towards her. It looked somehow different to what she expected. She was mesmerised by its sheer smoothness. its proud beauty. The faint blue tracery of veins against the pale, creamy skin and the puckered pale-rose opening of the foreskin. She fell under its spell and wanted it forever. Jonathan pushed her gently leaning back over the desk and lifted her underskirt. Her hands were on the desk behind her to steady herself. Her legs parted. She was, of course, wearing her French knickers. Looking down, Babs watched as Jonathan pulled the gusset to one side with one hand and edged his loins between her thighs. Babs Education With his other hand, he presented the blunt head of his rod to her brown wrinkled lips . He rubbed the head up and down between the cleft, nudging the lips apart to press into the swollen button where the lips joined. He felt her juices oiling the end of his shaft ready for its entry deep into her. He rolled it around her opening until the first half inch nudged its way into her warmth. There, he paused to feel the warm muff of pliant flesh encasing his penis. Babs closed her eyes and parted her mouth in ecstasy. ‘This is it!’ she thought. ‘At last!’ Her body was beginning to tremble, her buttocks to shudder. She was frantic for the feel of his cock deep inside her. Moaning with frustration she pushed her loins at him. Jonathan looked down and, slowly and deliberately, drove part way into her hot willing flesh. After a short hesitation, he pulled half out again slowly before thrusting it inside again. But not to the hilt. Not yet. Barbara was overwhelmed by the sensation . She had never experienced anything like this before in her life. Her love-making with her husband consisted of her turning out the bedside light, opening her legs, and him climbing on top of her and thrusting in and out until he'd finished. There was no feeling of real excitement; of involvement, of being filled to overflowing with love. Not like this almost choking sensation, even though Jonathan had not yet penetrated her fully to the hilt. She moaned in her throat; a rasping sound like tearing silk. 'Oh, yes! Yes, yes, yes! That's beautiful!' she murmured. 'Go on Jonathan. Do it! Give it to me! Deep! Hard!' It was at that exact moment that they heard the front door being opened. 'Oh, no!' she whimpered, sick with frustration. Jonathan quickly withdrew, pushed his stiff part, now smeared with her juices, into his trousers and zipped himself up. Babs pulled up her skirt, fastened it before hurriedly buttoning up her jacket. Jonathan put his forefinger to his lips and gestured for her to crouch low behind the desk so that their shadows should not be seen against the translucent windows of the office wall. There was no reason why anyone should come into Jonathan's office, but in a moment of panic, it is not easy to be rational. It was probably one of the other managers calling in for some papers. Then they heard voices. It was Arthur. 'It's OK June,’ they heard him say, ‘it's perfectly safe in here. No-one will come. We won't be interrupted.' Babs smiled to herself. 'Oh shit! Foiled again!' She hadn't realised that Arthur and June were having an affair on the side. But the thrilling moment of romance had passed by for Babs. Jonathan put his hand up her skirt as she crouched beside him, and manipulated her to a small tense climax. She was bitterly disappointed and wanted to weep and tear her hair with frustration, but there it was! She dare not stay any longer. As they crept out of the office they heard June behind the closed door of the sample room moaning and whimpering. ‘Lucky her,’ Babs thought. The following week, Babs decided to take a big risk. She suggested to Jonathan that he call at her house at lunch time on one of her half-days, where she would have a cup of tea waiting for him. Besides other things! After some hesitation, he agreed. The following Tuesday, on his return to the office from a visit to a customer, he parked his car in the street next to the one Babs lived in. He always thought it prudent not to park in front of the house of his girl friend, particularly if she was married. He walked round from the next street. Barbara opened the door almost as soon as he knocked. 'I saw you coming down the street,' she said and threw herself into his arms for an intense embrace. 'Do you want a cup of tea?' she asked. 'Sod the tea!' he said, 'get your knickers off.' She laughed, lifting the hem of her skirt to flash her hairy groin. 'I'm not wearing any! Come into the room and sit down.' He was dragged in by the hand. Babs sat on the settee and pulled opened her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra either! Her fascinating perky breasts were laid bare in front of Jonathan nipples already erect. She leaned towards him, unfastened his flies to take out his penis, already swelling rapidly. Babs eyes were riveted on the sight of it stiffening up. She reached out and held that adorable object in her hand. For the first time in her life she was eagerly doing something that had always repelled her. She was not only holding a man's penis, she was relishing it! She curled her thumb and forefinger round the head and drew them down to peel back the skin and reveal the mauve head. Babs loved this hunk of flesh with an insatiable passion, wanting it inside her all the time. Then she did something she would never have contemplated possible. She opened her mouth and sank her lips over the uncovered head, slowly sliding her mouth backwards and forwards on it. After allowing her a few moments for private adoration, Jonathan sank to his knees in front of Babs, parting her thighs. She let it slip from her mouth with reluctance. She adored it. Trousers lowered, his underpants were pushed down to his knees. He gripped her buttocks, and pulled her towards him. He took a good look at the hairy vulva, pink and wet, eager for his cock. The end of his stiff pulsating rod nudged between the wet lips as he lifted her knees over each of his shoulder. Then with one firm thrust, she was penetrated to the hilt. Her loins bucked as she cried out in great ecstasy. Even in that state of jubilation, her keen ears caught the sound of a car drawing up outside. Her eyes opened wide as she looked over Jonathan's shoulders to the window. 'Good God!' It's my husband!' she blurted out. Without a pause, Jonathan scrambled up quickly, his penis deflating like a balloon, hurriedly dragging up his trousers round his thighs. 'This way!' Barbara urged him. He followed her hurriedly into the kitchen, both of them fumbling with buttons and zip fasteners. She unlocked and unbolted the back door, opened it, and pushed him out abruptly into the yard. The door closed behind him just as the front door opened. Babs quickly glanced down at her dress to make sure the buttons were all fastened before going back into the living room with a look of surprise on her face. 'Hello, love! What are you doing home at this time?' And, without waiting for his reply, 'I've just made a pot of tea, I'll pour you a cup. You don't look well! Sit down, love!' Meantime, Jonathan had crossed quietly out of the back yard, closing the tall wooden gate softly behind him. Struggling into his jacket, he walked at speed down the back lane to the end of the row of houses, ignoring the woman carrying a basket full of groceries. She watched him with surprise, until he rounded the end of the row. Once out of sight of the house, he paused to get his breath and to light a cigarette. His heart was still beating wildly. ‘Bloody amazing,’ he thought! ‘How does she manage to do it? Talk about coitus bloody interruptus! Every time!’ He took a deep draw on his cigarette, walked round to his car, and drove back to his office wondering if it was all worth the bother. The next day Babs was full of contrition. She came into his office and stood beside him. 'I'm sorry about yesterday, Jonathan. Apparently Bernard wasn't feeling too well, so thought he'd pop home at lunch time. Anyway, he didn't go back to work. He seemed very edgy, but said there was nothing wrong with him apart from feeling a bit unwell. I do hope he doesn't suspect anything.' What Babs didn't know was that Bernard's problem was his flighty girlfriend. That same morning she announced the end of their relationship and he was too upset to stay at work. Jonathan shook his head sadly, smiling wryly. 'Somehow, Barbara, I don't think we're meant to have an affair.' He slid his hand under her skirt, stroked her buttocks and ran his fingers between the warmth of her crack, now in a constant state of arousal. He allowed the juices to seep over his fingers. 'I'm always wet these days, darling,' she told him. 'My body just longs for you to touch it. I go half crazy wanting you. Yearning for you. I wish we could find some way of being together.' She was very unhappy and despondent. They managed an uncomfortable lunch-time intercourse in the back of Jonathan's car on the moors, but it was a popular courting spot and they were conscious of peeping toms watching them. Barbara couldn't relax and Jonathan only managed to splash sperm on her black skirt. She was even more frustrated than ever! Her only all-consuming ambition was to spend a night in Jonathan's bed. She knew he wasn't as enthusiastic about it as she was; in fact their love was all one sided. She suspected Jonathan was getting a bit bored with the whole affair. And she was right! VI Two weeks before she was due to leave the job to start training at college she was asked to go to London on a two-day course. This was her great chance. She persuaded Jonathan to book himself into his London hotel and to arrange some business in the London office. Eventually, he gave in and they laid their plans. She was sleeping in a London college hostel with other students, but she would meet Jonathan in the lobby of a nearby hotel at six o'clock. Not prepared to risk an hotel for their assignment, Jonathan had taken the precaution of renting a room for that night in a large block of flats which also offered guest room facilities for its residents. He had a friend who lived there. Babs met him as arranged, and after a drink, took a taxi. Barbara explained that she was supposed to be back at the hostel by midnight or she'd be locked out. 'Just call me Cinderella,' she said! Babs waited in the lobby whilst Jonathan got his key from the reception porter and took his overnight bag into the small single room. He put the bedhead light on, then went to bring Barbara in. They returned through a side entrance to the block. It wasn't up to the standard Jonathan was used to in hotels, but it was private. Barbara immediately put her arms round Jonathan, giving him a passionate kiss. Without saying a word, she took off his jacket, knelt in front of him, unfastened the waist band of his trousers, unzipped his flies and drew his trousers to the floor. Next she hooked her thumbs into his underpants and pulled them over his legs to expose his bare thighs and groin to her gaze. Babs was mesmerised by his phallus. She cupped the soft, warm genitals in the palms of both hands and fondled them tenderly. She watched for the first time, full of curiosity, the blood pumping into the shaft. It stiffened in front of her eyes, jerk by jerk, until it rose to its full length and girth from the forest of brown hair at its base. A single tear had already oozed from the end of his toy to lubricate the foreskin, which she peeled back to reveal her pride and glory; the polished bulbous end. Jonathan was standing there with his hands on Babs' head whilst she gazed in wonder at her newly discovered miracle. Her heart sobbed for it. 'Come on. Stand up!' he said. 'In a minute.' Her voice was hoarse with emotion. 'Let me explore my new toy first. I want to inspect it and to examine what it is I'm going to have prodding inside me. We have all night. I intend relishing every second.' So he sat on the bed with Babs curled between his knees, playing with her toy. He took off her blouse and bra, nipped her perky stiff nipples whilst his erection was enjoying all the close attention. To Babs amusement and delight, it jerked and quivered in her hand as Jonathan clenched and unclenched the muscles in his groin. 'Now it's my turn,' he said. 'Whilst you play with your toy, I want to explore the depths of the shrine I shall soon be burying it in.' She stood and Jonathan unfastened her skirt, letting it fall to her ankles. Her underskirt and knickers followed until she stood before him naked except for her girdle and stockings. 'Don't look at me,' she begged. 'My belly's like a walnut. It never recovered after I had the children.' And, sure enough, it was just like a walnut. 'Let's not worry about that. It’s the part below it I’m after.' He pulled her onto the bed, then straddled over her in the sixty-nine position. Barbara was astounded! She'd was learning new tricks all the time. With Jonathan's head between her thighs, his fingers opened out the hair-covered flaps covering the entrance to her pink flesh. His tongue lapped at her slick lips. With testicles swinging above her face, she was able to study in detail every inch of her new discoveries. Her fingers traced the veins down his solid shaft. She examined the way his testicles were attached to his groin, feeling the shape and texture of the balls within. She marvelled at the way the skin of his toy slid up and down the stiff shank, how the testicles were dragged upwards when she moved the skin up his shaft. A growing excitement in her groin bubbled as Jonathan's tongue prodded her button, flicking in and out of her passage. She moaned in ecstasy and triumph. Jonathan had parted her outer lips with his fingers giving him the spectacle of her inner petals framing the pink flesh of her tunnel. Her inner lips were not sufficiently full to be seen outside the puffed fleshy outer lips when they were closed. But the hood of her clitoris was a separate fold of flesh which he could lift to expose the pink bean. His breath wafted on her sensitive lips just before he flicked his tongue over it, feeling the internal fluttering in her belly increase in intensity. Barbara caressed the stiff manhood against her cheek, moans growing in her throat as she began the climb to the peak of excitement. As he pierced her entrance with his pointed tongue, lapping at her lips and bud fiercely, the thrill in her loins increased. Babs was astonished. Having her vulva licked and kissed was a new thrill for her. She had never thought of such an act of sheer lewdness and obscenity. Johnnie could do anything he liked with her body. She had surrendered herself willingly to his vile lust. The effect was rapid. 'Oh darling! Jonathan! I love you. I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming!' Moans became more intense as Jonathan gripped the cheeks of her buttocks. The finger massaging the brown puckered entrance to her second orifice, now soaking with her trickling juices, was replaced by his stiffened tongue. Such a shocking, vile invasion of her rear passage was totally unexpected. Shattering! The effect was like an electric shock. Every muscle in her body jolted wildly. Spasms of ecstasy jerked her into an unbelievable, out-of-this-world sensation of wanton lust. Babs was breathless with sheer rapture. She was in a new paradise, immersed in a warm wash of exquisite feelings of sordid, carnal delight coursing through her whole body. Never had she dreamt that such joy could be hers. Swelling to a crest of triumph, the waves of passion washed over her. A long animal moan rose to a wild cry, as body lurched and twisted. Babs whole being was racked with a series of thrilling, orgastic spasms. It was almost too much for her. Tears of intense pleasure rolled down her cheeks. She pushed her hand between her vulva and Jonathan' searching tongue to prevent any further stimulation of her over-sensitive button. ‘No! No more! I can’t!’ she whimpered. Long gasps of disbelief accompanied her slowly relaxing body. Jonathan watched the tension in her face begin to soften. At last, she spoke. Her soft voice was filled with awe. ‘That was absolutely wonderful! Fabulous! I never knew such ecstasy was possible.’ She paused. ‘I've never been licked down there before. I didn't even know that's what people did!' Jonathan turned round to face her, smiling at her wonderment. Poised over her, he positioned his toy at her entrance and with one hard thrust embedded himself fully into the depths of her hot honeyed flesh. Barbara cried out in sheer joy and exhilaration. The moment she'd been waiting for for three months had finally arrived. Jonathan thrust in and out of her, slowly at first, pausing at the entrance to her secret delight, before driving himself deep into her again and again. His thrusting became gradually quicker and the thrusts stronger, for what seemed hours, but was in fact, only ten minutes. 'Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!' she breathed to herself spontaneously, over and over again. She wanted to share the delicious moment with Jonathan, but couldn't. It was intensely personal. 'Go on! Go on!' she urged him, 'deeper, deeper!' Jonathan was thrusting hard into her warm inside lunging in and out with extraordinary vigour accompanied by grunts of effort. Barbara sighed loudly, crying out for more, eyes clenched tightly, rolling her head from side to side in a delirium of joy, as she pushed against him in time to his own rhythm. She was being ravished. She wanted him to hurt her; to crush her fanny, split her open. Hers was a private paradise. ‘Fuck me! Fuck me!’ she yelled at him. Suddenly, Barbara's body jerked with a powerful wave of emotion sweeping over her, followed by a second wave. Her loins began to buck wildly as Jonathan held on to her buttocks. He drove deep into her with long strenuous thrusts, again and again, until the whole of her body began to tremble uncontrollably. A massive explosion, centred on her clitoris, crashed over her with a shattering blow, sending her entire body into a thousand agonising barbs of triumph. 'Yes! Yes, yes, yes!' she shouted in torment accompanied her physical convulsions. Her second orgasm ripped through her. At the same time, Jonathan cried out, spurting jet after jet of sperm deep into her eager vagina. Nine or ten hard jerks expelled his offering. Barbara was overwhelmed by the experience of a simultaneous orgasm, her demanding vagina filled with his sacred sperm. So extraordinary was the experience, so overwhelming, that she . This was a night of revelations for her. 'That's never happened to me before, two orgasms so close together, and a simultaneous orgasm,’ she told Jonathan when she had recovered her breath. ‘I believe those are things some women dream about but rarely, if ever, experience. I never thought it possible. But now I have!And it was the most wonderful experience of my entire life. I shall remember this miraculous night until I die. I love you so deeply, Jonathan. I honestly don't know how I shall manage to live without you. I need you to fuck me for ever and ever. To exist on a continual wave of lust and orgasm.' They lay together in a close embrace, Jonathan with his stiff penis still filling Barbara's secret paradise of carnal desire. 'It's just gone nine o'clock. In a minute, we'll go for a meal, then repeat the dose.' And that's what they did. Even though the simultaneous orgasm eluded them the second time, forgetting the time. Babs was to be treated to a succession of several fucks. Her vulva was licked, kissed and penetrated by fingers, tongue and penis in an orgy of lechery. She enjoyed orgasm after orgasm, the next one following before the previous one was finished. Never had she thought such sustained activity was possible. Johnnie’s erection seemed permanent. She kissed and sucked Jonathan’s penis, tasting his sperm before swallowing it with great love and enjoyment. They finally fell into a sleep of exhaustion. Babs awoke with Jonathan again penetrating her vagina from behind. A quiet orgasm completed her night of lascivious lust. It was with reluctance that Barbara left in a taxi to return to the hostel at seven the next morning. She was met by matron of the hostel, who told her that her husband had been trying to get in touch with her all the previous evening. The look on the matron’s face showed that she knew what Barbara had been up to all night. Babs Education Barbara 'phoned home straight away. Her youngest boy had been taken ill, rushed into hospital at nine o'clock, crying for his mummy. Acute appendicitis requiring an emergency operation. He was now asleep and resting. Her husband was tired and depressed. 'Where were you, for God’s sake?' he asked. ‘Oh, er... I went out for a meal and got delayed,' she said. 'I didn't know you'd called until I was told just now. Sorry!' Barbara returned to her room, sat down on her bed and wept with bitter shame and self pity. Her sexual emancipation of the previous night dashed to insignificance. On her journey home she resolved to make it up to Bernard. She suddenly saw how unreasonable she had been. It wasn't Jonathan's fault. He too had been treated badly. She had perused and pestered him. He had risked exposure with her on a number of occasions. She would try to arouse Bernard so that she could go down on him. It was something she had never done before but that he had always wanted her to do. Her revulsion had been overcome by the liberties she took with Jonathan's body. She thought she could now satisfy Bernard's yearning for oral sex. Then she'd respond to his intercourse, rather than just lie back and leave it to him. She'd take part in the act. She owed it to him. He might wonder what had transformed her attitude to sex. She would have to make up some story about having confessed to a sex counsellor, who was on the course, about her aversion to sex and how she'd changed her thinking. And it worked. But she would never forget her Jonathan.