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By: Mirage



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Secret Admirer



Sherry read the short letter over for the third time. Who was this guy she kept asking herself trying to think of anyone she might know or had come into contact with that could be the writer of the note she had been reading.

This was the fourth short letter she had received in the mail in the past two weeks. Had the first one been written differently than it was she might have contacted the police when she got the second one. The first note was in the form of a introduction and explanation as to why he was writing to her and why he chose to remain anonymous. There was nothing threatening in the note nor anything in it that caused her to worry that he might be some kind of nut case or stalker.

At first she thought it was some sick joke someone at work was playing on her. She knew what they thought of her at work and that had been her first reaction to who might be writing the notes she was getting.

Last year she had overheard two other female coworkers in the ladies bathroom at work. She had been in the last stall and just getting ready to reach for the stall lock to leave when she heard her name mentioned. There was a big shop New Year's party and everyone had been invited. They were saying that they hoped she didn't come as she would just put a damper on the party being the only one there without a date.

The small shop where Sherry worked only had 60 employees but all were married or in relationships, everyone except Sherry. She hadn't planned on going for just that reason but it still hurt to hear two of her coworkers talking about her that way.

She got her mind back on the letter she was holding in her hand. She still felt that it was some sick joke someone was pulling on her at work. Probably hoping she would call the cops and make a fool of herself is what she had been thinking since she had received the second one.

Now here she was with number four in her hand and beginning to think that maybe, just maybe it was not from someone at work after all. This letter went into more detail then any of the previous three had. She went into her living room and sat down on the end of her couch and began to read the letter over again.

He was telling her that he enjoyed music, mostly blues, rock, and some new country. He detested rap and hip hop music and days when he loved to listen to oldies when driving down the highway in the summer with the top down. He told her that he was between 45 and 55 but wouldn't describe himself more as she might figure out who he was and he was not ready for that yet. He explained he was still very shy as to introducing himself to her.

The letter went on to tell her his likes in movies, books, food and he professed to be a notch below what he considered a gourmet chef to be. He then went on to tell her that he had been divorced for six years and just getting the courage up to think of finding someone to bring into his life again.

He said the failure of his marriage was partially his fault. He said he spent to much time working and not enough with his family. In the end his wife had finally admitted she had been having an affair for two years and wanted a divorce to marry the other man. He had been deeply hurt when she told him and in a state of shock for a week before he could finally think rationally about the end of his marriage.

He went on to explain in the letter that had he really paid attention to his marriage he would have realized his wife was having an affair. Sherry read the next paragraph over twice and could almost feel the truth in what he was saying.

"Had I paid more attention to my wife and marriage I would have known she was no longer in love with me. All the signs were there, I just refused to see them or had blocked them out. Our sex life had been great up until a couple years prior. I made love to my wife everyday and looked forward to having her in my arms at night after a long day at work. It was gradual in the way she spurned my advances at night. Headaches, to tired, have to get up early etc."

Sherry felt that the writer really didn't have a clue then, according to his note. Then again this could all be false, or his way of trying to play on her feelings. She tucked the note into the drawer of the end table with the other three and tried to put it out of her mind for the rest of the evening.

Two days later she received another letter, this one longer than the last. She purposely waited until after she had eaten her dinner that evening before sitting down to read it.

"I've thought about you a lot these last two days. You invade my dreams at night and most of my thoughts during the day now. I so very much want to talk to you in some way and I've come up with a way to do so. I've rented a post office box that you can write to me at Sherry. I want so much to know what your thinking and yet I'm afraid that you will tell me to get lost and stop bothering you."

What could be the harm in writing him back she was thinking as she read his letter. Maybe she would be able to figure out who he was if she asked the right questions. She had found that she was paying more attention to any male she came into contact with outside of work, trying to see if he might be the one who was writing to her.

She had been jotting down names of all the men she came into contact with in the last week. There was Mr. Jennings, the postman, but she had a feeling it wasn't him when she first wrote his name on her list. Then there was the nice man down at the drug store who always said hi to her when she came in to buy her toiletries. What about the guy at the pet store where she bought her dog food for her spoiled black lab? She secretly hoped it wasn't him because he just had no personality at all.

Maybe it was the guy she always saw at the little restaurant where she ate three or four times a week when she didn't feel like cooking? He was between the age of 45 and 55 it could be him. It could be the guy three houses down, who she sometimes passed when she was out walking Boomer, he would know where she lived and that she was single.

That was another question that puzzled her, how did the guy get her address? It had to be someone that knew where she lived and that made her list shrink considerably when she thought about it.

Sherry went to her bedroom and slipped her long T-shirt on that she sometimes slept in and got out her stationary. She penned a short note to the author of the letters. In it she asked him how he came to know where she lived? Why was he so afraid to talk to her face to face? Then she asked him point blankly if this was a game put on by someone at work? If it was then she was going to file charges with the police department for harassment if she found out it was. She figured if she threatened police involvement and it was a joke it would make the sender stop writing.

She posted the letter to the P.O. Box he had given the following day. Four days had passed and she hadn't received a note back from him. She was beginning to think that it had been a sick joke from someone at work and the threat she made had been enough to get them to stop writing. 

The following day when she got home from work there was another letter in her mailbox. Sherry felt a little shiver of excitement run down her spine when she took the letter from her mailbox. She sat down as soon as she got inside to read the note.

"Sherry I can understand your concern and I swear to you this is not a joke being made from someone where you work. If I tell you how I knew your address that would make it easier for you to figure out who I was and I would just like us to get to know each other better through our writings at first if you will continue to write to me."

She felt that if nothing else she had to find out who this guy was, joke or not, she wanted to know.

"As for talking to you face to face I can only say that I am basically a shy person, that it has been many years since I was single and I'm not real sure about the whole dating thing this late in life. Finally, and to be perfectly honest with you, I don't think I could handle your rejection of me quite yet. I honestly want to know you, and to possibly be told to take a hike is not something I think I could handle yet."

Ok, so her curiosity was really up now and she decided she would play along with the game. What the hell, she didn't have anything better to do so she was going to start a letter writing exchange with her "secret admirer" and those two words were a joke as far as she was concerned. Middle aged women did not have secret admirers, unless of course they looked like Joan Collins or Racquel Welch and Sherry certainly didn't fit into that category.

A month had passed and in that time Sherry and her admirer had exchanged over 20 letters. It was to the point where each of them were writing to each other on a daily basis. Sherry came home from work each day excited, knowing she would find another letter waiting for her. On the weekends she would anxiously await the mailman's arrival on Saturday. Sunday she always felt at a loss knowing there would be no letter coming for her that day.

It had been Sherry who had taken their letter writing to a different, more intimate level. She had never been one to keep things back, she had always been up front with everyone she had ever met. She made copies of every letter she sent him in case he questioned something she said or the way she said it.

Her last letter to him had stirred some physical emotions in him from the tone of his answering letter back to her.

"God Sherry! Do you have any idea what your last letter has done to me? I've not been able to sleep an entire night without waking up wanting you! Cold showers are becoming my best friend after reading your letters! I go to sleep dreaming of having you in my arms, your lips pressed against mine. My hands tangled in your in silky auburn hair as I kiss you passionately! I want to feel your hair in my hands, on my body as we make love to each other. The silky strands gliding across my heated flesh as you touch and caress me."

Sherry had been very explicit with her last letter to him. She had finally gotten him to tell her his hair and eye color. She told him she wanted to have something she could see in her fantasies of him. If she couldn't have his face to see then she wanted to at least know the color of his hair and eyes. He had told her that his hair was dark with some gray and his eyes were blue.

She had went on to explain in more detail to him how she would make love to him if he were in her bed. She told him honestly what she expected in a sexual relationship and that it could never be just one based on sex alone. She told him she had a voracious sexual appetite when she was in a relationship and asked him if he were a man that could handle that type of woman.

"Sherry I can't stand it, I need so very much to make love to you but I'm still gun shy Sherry and I can't seem to get beyond that. It's driving me crazy wanting you and not having the guts to tell you who I am face to face."

She knew she was making him crazy with lust and she had to admit that she was also. She masturbated more now then she had before, she used to masturbate once sometimes twice daily. Now she found herself giving herself some relief four or more times a day.

"Sherry I'm going to make a crazy offer that I'm sure you will think is entirely nuts on my part but I can't help it, I want you that badly. I think you will go along with the idea knowing you as I do now. I want to come to you late at night in the dark, leave your back door open at 1am on Friday night. You can have a small candle somewhere behind you in your kitchen so you won't be afraid. I'm going to be all dressed in black with a dark ski mask on." 

Sherry felt the moistness between her legs when she read that. A stranger all dressed in black coming into her house making love to her and her not knowing what he looked like. It was a very erotic visual she formed in her head of being taken by her admirer without seeing his face. 

" If you feel safe enough to continue on when I get there we will blow out the candle and you can take my mask off in the dark. Will you give me your word that you won't try to see my face? I want to make love to you Sherry and if you agree put the vase of flowers I sent you in the front window by your front door and I will know that you have accepted my offer."

Sherry went straight to the vase of flowers he had sent her two days ago and placed them in the window. Friday could not get here soon enough was the only thing on her mind when she fell asleep that night.

Sherry had taken great pains with her personal appearance that night. She bathed in scented bath crystals, applied her perfume scented lotion all over her body and made sure her pussy was shaved smooth as a babies behind. She hadn't told him that she shaved that area of her body, there were some things she wanted to keep a secret until he found out for himself.

When he had driven by her house and saw the vase of flowers in the window he almost had a heart attack. She had agreed! Friday night he would finally know the feel of her in his arms, the feel of her lips on his and the taste of her woman scent on his lips and tongue. How would he make it till Friday, he was thinking on the drive back home.

At five minutes to one am Sherry opened her back door. She had a small candle lit over on the counter next to her refrigerator that gave off just enough light to see him when he arrived. She was already wet and aroused with excitement. She was waiting to hear his voice, she hoped she would be able to recognize it and finally know who he was. She didn't think he had thought about that and was hoping she would finally know who this late night lover was.

He saw her standing in front of the kitchen table when he came around the back of her house to her back door. She had on a shimmery pale green night gown, that came just about mid thigh on her. His cock immediately tented in his slacks straining to be free.

He was tall, she could tell that, well over six foot, average body but even in the dark she could tell he was physically fit. She was a little nervous all of a sudden. She wasn't sure this was a smart thing to do. Now she was the one unsure and shy. Sherry was not physically fit, she was chubby, pleasingly plump and had always been very shy about her body.

It had taken her some time to even become comfortable being naked around her ex husband. He used to tease her unmercifully when they were first married about her shyness. Sherry had been so happy those first few years of her marriage to Rick, happy and very much in love with her husband.

She had been prepared for the end of their marriage for three years before it actually ended. She had found out that Rick had been seeing other women, for how long she didn't know, but she felt in her heart that he had been fooling around on her far longer than she could guess. 

She had finally given up any hopes of making her marriage work and filed for divorce the day she left him. She ran into him three weeks after she had moved out with his latest honey at the movie theater. She was young, blonde, and looked like her clothes had been poured onto her skin. He had seen Sherry and for a moment he looked embarrassed when his eyes met hers. He recovered quickly and walked by her without a second look.

He moved into the kitchen and was standing right in front her. She was nervous and visibly shaking now that he was so close to her. She was frozen to the spot, she felt like fleeing but couldn't make her feet move. All of a sudden he had his arms around her holding her close. She could feel his heart racing against her chest and that seemed to quiet her somewhat.

"It's ok Sherry, I'll leave if your frightened, but just let me hold you for a moment."

Each word was whispered softly against her ear. There was no way she would be able to recognize his voice if he whispered this softly to her. He smelled like citrus, clean and fresh smelling. His hold on her was loose and gentle, she could break free if she choose to at anytime. Without thinking she put her arms around him and pulled him closer. She could feel his body shake involuntarily when she pulled him closer to her.

"You look lovely Sherry. I'm having a hard time keeping my hands off you, but I want you to feel safe with me."

His voice was soft and sexy as he whispered against her ear. She felt his lips on her ear as he spoke to her, the moistness between her legs increasing. "I know your not going to hurt me."

"I want to kiss you Sherry, can we blow out the candle so I can take this mask off and kiss you properly," he whispered softly against her ear?

Sherry moved from his arms and walked to where the candle was sitting on the counter. She glanced at him standing beside her and could see his blue eyes looking intently on her. She leaned down and blew the candle out. The minute the room was in total darkness his arms reached for her pulling her in close.

He pulled the mask quickly from his head and stuffed it in his back pocket. He placed his hand at the back of her head as he lowered his mouth to hers. He almost came the moment his lips touched hers, that is how high his excitement and arousal was. 

He had intended to kiss her slowly and let her passion build with his but the moment his lips had touched hers the kiss became filled with passion. Their tongues met and danced seductively together, stirring both of their passions higher.

Sherry loved a man who could arouse her with his kisses and this man was doing just that. Her knees felt weak as their kisses went on and on. She ran her fingers through his hair and felt the silky thickness of it between her fingers. His hair was short yet longer in the back then the preppie haircuts most men wore these days.

He wanted to take her right then his arousal was so high. For months he had dreamed of their coming together and he was finding it hard to control his bodies natural urges. He let his hand roam slowly down her back to her hip then pulled her more fully into his body. His fingers inched the gown up slowly until he felt her soft bare skin. He felt her tremble in his arms as he slid his hand higher up her hip. She was wearing nothing underneath the gown and his cock throbbed within the confines of his slacks.

Sherry felt the hardness of him straining against her belly as their kisses continued. His hand was soft and gentle against her thigh as he kneaded her flesh, making Sherry melt even more in his arms. She lowered her hand slowly down his chest coming to rest at the waistband of his slacks. She wasted no time in undoing his slacks, freeing his hard cock from his briefs. She let her hand slowly encompass him and stroked him slowly. 

He trembled when her hand wrapped around his manhood and began to stroke him slowly. He was to far gone, to many months of wanting her to wait any longer. He broke their kiss and spun her around quickly. He pressed her up against the edge of the counter and trailed his lips across the lobe of her ear.

"I can't wait a moment longer, I need to be inside of you, to feel your warmth and heat around my cock," he whispered to her. He pulled her back then pressed her forward so she had her hands braced on the edge of the counter. He reached between her legs with his hand and dipped his finger quickly into her moist pussy. She was more than ready for him as he eased his cock slowly in her.

Sherry didn't realize she had moaned when the full length of him was inside her. As soon as he entered her fully he began to fuck her hard and fast. She could tell from the grip of his hands on her hips, that he was trying hard to restrain himself from coming to quickly. She knew it would not be long before she herself came as aroused and excited as she was.




Secret Admirer



He slid his hands inside her gown moving upward until he could reach around her and fill his hands with her full tits. He heard her moan as his fingers played with her nipples. He wished more than anything that he could fill his mouth with them but they were both to far gone for any foreplay. That would have to wait until the next time, if she let them have a next time he was thinking. 

Sherry pressed back against his cock with each stroke, she almost came when he touched her breasts and began playing with her nipples. His hands were back firmly on her hips as he pounded her pussy with his cock. She reached between her legs to finger her clit which was already hard and throbbing. She was close, so very close to coming that she was afraid she would climax before him. She felt his body stiffen, his hands gripped her hips tighter as his climax began. Sherry felt hers begin, the tightening of her pussy walls, the intense throbbing of her clit, as her spasms began.

He hadn't been able to hold off any longer, the need to release was so great within him. He poured his seed into her as he felt her pussy grab at his cock with her orgasm. He leaned against her for long moments, both of them breathing hard from their orgasms. He wanted to have her lead him to her room where he could make slow passionate love to her till the wee hours of the morning but knew he could not chance that yet.

"Sherry that was wonderful and all that I knew it would be," he whispered softly into her ear. "I'm going to get dressed, I'll light the candle as soon as I'm dressed, please don't move Sherry," he asked her?

"I promise I won't move," she told him.

He dressed quickly and slipped the ski mask back on, then lit the candle. He watched her face closely when she turned around when the soft light of the candle bathed the corner of her kitchen with light. He was going to pull her into his arms again but before he could move towards her she came towards him.

Sherry reached for his hands and pulled him close to her, looking up into his eyes shining in the candle light. "I enjoyed that more than you will probably believe but I want to know where we go from here? Are you going to just disappear into the night on me with me never hearing from you again?"

He pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms tightly around her. "I would never do that Sherry. I would like nothing more than to take you to your room and make slow, sweet love to you for the rest of the night right now," he whispered softly into her ear. "Give me a little more time Sherry? I will understand completely if you refuse me. I'm hoping you won't, but if you do, I will understand.

"Alright, I'll give you more time," she told him.

"Will you let me come back tonight and make love to you properly?"

"Yes, and this time we shall go to my room. I promise that I will make sure it is in complete darkness and give you my word that I will not try to see your face unless you wish me too. I'll leave the backdoor unlocked for you and you can come to my room where I'll be waiting for you. Go through there into the living room and then right down the hall. My room is at the end of the hall on your right."

"I'll be here at midnight Sherry," he leaned towards her kissing her fully on the lips before backing away and slipping back out the door.

Sherry stood there for a few minutes staring at the door. She had just let a stranger come to her in the dark of night and let him fuck her without knowing what he looked like and she enjoyed it. She was looking forward to this evening more than she had this one.

Sherry spent the day doing normal chores she usually did on weekends trying to keep her mind off of what the night had in store for her. She had cleaned her room and changed the sheets on her bed. The entire time she was making the bed she was envisioning the two of them tangled in the sheets from their love making.

Damn this day is never going to end he was thinking to himself. He had been nervous and uptight all day waiting for night to fall so he could be with Sherry again. He had picked up a dozen roses a few minutes ago that he wanted to give her tonight when he saw her again. Thank god he was not at work, because every time he thought of her he would get a damn hard on.

He had been so nervous last night thinking that she might recognize him or his voice. He had forgotten about his voice until just before he was to see her, he knew if he spoke to her she would sooner or later recognize his voice and would know who he was. That's when he decided on only speaking to her in a whisper and it had worked, she hadn't been able to tell who he was from his voice.

Sherry had taken great care with her appearance tonight. Her body was soft and perfumed, her hair silky with the light fragrance of her perfume. She was wearing a white gown that was all lace with spaghetti straps, that hung to mid thigh. She was trying to decide whether she would be laying on the bed, standing beside it or sitting on the edge when he arrived.

She saw him standing in the doorway to her room, she had put a small night light in the hall so he could find his way to her room. It gave off just enough light to see him. She had taken two blankets and draped them over the windows in her room to keep the moonlight from bathing the room with it's soft light. She walked towards him slowly, taking in the shape of his body, the way he held himself, anything that might give her some idea as to who he was.

"We can close the door and the room will be in entire darkness," she told him as she took his hands in hers pulling him into the room.

"I didn't think midnight would ever get here," he told her softly against her ear. " I'm going to make love to you tonight properly Sherry, as I wanted to last night." He came further into the room closing the door softly behind him.

Sherry led him to her bed. "I've felt the same way all day, waiting for night to fall, knowing that you would be here shortly. I never doubted once that you would not show and that last night was not a sick game being played on me."

"I could not do that Sherry and I'm glad that you were able to see that I was sincere in my feelings for you," he said in a soft whisper against her ear. He trailed his lips over her cheek to her full lips, kissing her slowly. He could drown in her kisses, he loved the softness of her lips against his. He loved the velvety feel of her tongue as it danced with his as the kiss deepened.

Sherry felt the same weakness she had last night when he kissed her. Kissing was an integral part to lovemaking as far as she was concerned and he was very adapt at making her want his kisses to go on and on. She let her hand glide slowly down his chest to the waistband of his jeans quickly undoing the snap and lowering his zipper.

He moaned softly at the first soft touch of her hand as she wrapped it around his already hard cock. His kiss became deeper, firmer against her lips, their passion building as each second ticked by. He loved the scent of her, her perfume was never overpowering and was a part of her.

Sherry broke their kiss, then slowly knelt down in front of him. She wanted to feel the hardness of him inside her mouth. The heat, the fullness, the throbbing of his cock as she pleasured him with her mouth. He hadn't expected her to go down on him so quickly. Hell, he didn't even know till that moment if that was something that she engaged in when she was intimate with someone. The first touch of her lips against the head of his cock almost sent him over the edge. It had been a long time since a woman had taken the time to pleasure him that way.

Sherry trailed her lips slowly up and down the length of him. Each pass of her tongue along his shaft made his cock surge at her questing tongue. She slowly wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, sucking slowly and softly, not wanting to rush his pleasure. She had her hands planted on his thighs and felt him tremble.

His wife had been good at giving a blow job but nothing like this slow, sensual pleasure that Sherry was giving his cock. He let his hands find their way to her head, lacing his fingers in the silky softness of her hair as she made love to his cock with her mouth. He wouldn't be able to take much more of her sensual attack. He grabbed her shoulders pulling her quickly to her feet before she could make him lose control.

Sherry was surprised at how quickly he had pulled her up and away from him stopping her from giving him more pleasure with her mouth. He had pressed her down quickly onto the bed, laying beside her. His hand found it's way to her breast as his mouth covered hers in a deep searing kiss. His hand made it's way under her gown now, he cupped her breast gently and slowly rubbed her nipple into hardness. Sherry couldn't help the soft moan that escaped her lips when she felt his mouth at her nipple.

He felt her body tremble as he suckled at her breasts, moving from one to the other, alternating the pleasure he was giving to each. His hand slid slowly down her side to her hip until he reached her thigh. He moved slowly over to her mound and was delighted to find it smooth and bare of any hair. Last night he was in such a hurry he hadn't noticed she shaved her pussy. He let his finger slip slowly inside her finding her moist from his lovemaking.

He trailed light kisses down her body until his mouth took the place of his seeking finger. He loved the taste of her essence, the creamy mustiness of her woman's scent that was driving him wild. He loved to eat pussy, to him delving into a wet pussy with his tongue gave his as much pleasure as feeling his cock buried deep inside it.

Sherry was climbing that pinnacle of pleasure that women felt when a man made love to them with his mouth. She was fast becoming close to losing herself in the pleasure he was giving her. Her body was tense, the tightness in her loins becoming harder to control with each ministration of his tongue against her clit. When he sucked her clit deep into his mouth she was on the verge of coming as he sucked and stroked her clit with his mouth and tongue.

He knew she was going to cum, her bud was hard and engorged with her passion, her body tense and trembling as he made love to her with his mouth. She filled his mouth with her creamy essence as her climax overtook her. Her legs trembled with her release, tight around his face as he lapped up her juices. 

He would have stayed with his face buried in her pussy taking her once again to orgasm but she surprised him when she sat up pulling him up and rolling over on top of him. Sherry was now the aggressor.

She had her mouth wrapped around his cock before he could move, sucking him gently. Her hand gently cupping his balls, playing with them as she made love to his cock with her mouth. She sucked his balls gently into her mouth sucking them driving him crazy. Then she would move quickly back to his cock lavishing him with the warmth of her mouth as she sucked him to complete hardness. He knew he would come quickly and tried to get her to stop but he couldn't budge her.

She alternately stroked his cock as she sucked him. She felt his cock throbbing in her mouth, his veins filling with his hot blood, his balls rolling in his sack as he came close to having his climax. She took the length of him deep into her mouth sucking gently, moving up and down the length of him with each stroke of her mouth. His balls tightened, his cock throbbed as she felt his cream surging forward with his release.

Sherry was close to having a small climax with him. She always did just as her partner started to fill her mouth with his warm cream. The first taste of his cum sliding across her tongue made her climax. He filled her mouth and Sherry enjoyed the taste of him as she swallowed each spurt of his cum.

He pulled her up his body and took her gently into his arms. "That was wonderful Sherry, I've never had a woman give me as much pleasure as you just did. I'm sorry that I lost control, I tried to hold off but your very talented in giving that kind of pleasure to a man."

"Pleasure to me is a two way street. I can't be greedy and not give to my partner as much pleasure as he had given to me," she told him. "I enjoyed giving you pleasure and believe me I derived as much pleasure from it as you did."

He took her hand and placed it on his cock, already firming in his desire for her. "You see, I can't get enough of you," he whispered in her ear. "I desire you Sherry, I can't hide that from you as you can feel." He kissed her slowly, bringing her back to arousal with his kisses.

He had made love to her for the next two hours, bringing her to climax four more times before it was time for him to leave. "Do I get to know who you are now," she asked him softly while he dressed.

"There is nothing I would like more than for you to know who I am Sherry, but I'm still uncertain of what will happen when you find out who I am. I know, it's crazy, considering the last two nights but please give me a little more time to get the courage up," he whispered in her ear.

"Considering what we have shared together I think that it would be pretty obvious to you that knowing who you are won't make a difference to me. Do you know how many times I wanted to say your name while you were making love to me?"

"Please Sherry, give me a little more time and I promise I will show you who I am."

"Ok, I'll give you some more time, but I still don't know why it is so hard for you to tell me who you are now."

He was dressed and his ski mask back on when he opened the door of her bedroom to leave. He paused in the doorway, looking at her sitting on the edge of her bed. Even in the dim light from the hallway, he could see a bit of hurt showing on her face. Damn he wanted to tell her, go to her and take her in his arms and explain it all to her, hoping she would not turn away from him when she found out who he was, but he couldn't, not yet.

"Just a little more time Sherry, I promise you, just give me a little more time is all that I ask," he said as he turned to leave. Sherry watched him walk out of her eyesight, when she heard the back door close she laid down on her bed and cried herself to sleep.

Sherry was having a hard time concentrating at work that Monday morning. She tried to keep her mind on the parts coming down the line but she would find her thoughts slipping back to Saturday night when her secret admirer had made love to her till the wee hours of the morning.

"Sherry what is up with you today, your letting parts go through unfinished," her supervisor asked her for the second time today.

"I'm sorry Dan, I have a personal problem that I can't seem to keep from thinking about. I promise I'll keep my head together the rest of the day," she told him. Dan was a great guy to work for, he treated all his employee's in his department fairly and kindly. The people in their department had invited him out to join them for a couple drinks after work on Friday's but he always declined.

"Ok, and I hope whatever has you worried will turn out ok Sherry," he told her as he walked away.

Sherry watched him walk away from her and then she noticed something strange. It was the way he was walking that had her attention. Her mind raced when she stared across the plant floor at his retreating back. Dan had dark hair, almost black, and his eyes were blue, but he had a deep voice. She didn't think someone with that deep of a voice would be able to disguise it easily.

No way, it just couldn't be Dan, he'd only ever spoke to her when it had something to do with parts or her job that day. He'd been her boss for six years, she didn't even know if he was married or not. Ok, he had the right hair and eye color, he was about the same height, he was in good shape, he would have access to her personal file so he would know her address. Oh my god it just couldn't be Dan she kept telling herself the rest of the afternoon.

Dan never came back to the shop floor by the time it was quitting time. Sherry couldn't get the thought out of her mind that her secret admirer could be Dan. She had received another letter from him in the mail when she got home that afternoon. She opened it up quickly hoping that he might be ready to tell who he was. 

The letter told her how much he wanted to tell her who he was but still could not get up the courage to do so. He wrote that he wanted to tell her so badly who he was but that he just wasn't sure how she would react to him once she found out. Ok, maybe it wasn't Dan after all she was thinking as she read the letter. It was just the way he walked, that had her see a similarity between them. That and having the same hair and eye color as her admirer did.

"I don't think it is Dan," she said aloud talking to herself. She was sure he was married, maybe he was divorced, but she didn't think anyone had ever said anything about him being divorced that she could remember. She was going nuts trying to figure out who he was. She was just going to tell him that either he tell her who he was before he left her Friday night or she would not see him again. She just couldn't go on like this any longer. Maybe she should just write him back and tell him not to come unless he had decided to tell her who he was.

She struggled with what she was going to do the rest of the afternoon. Did she tell him after he came to her or before? She finally decided just before she went to bed that she would wait until their meeting Friday night to tell him. The truth was Sherry very much wanted to make love with him again and hoped that after sharing an intimate night together he would tell her who he was.

He was laying in bed, staring at the ceiling when sleep would not come to him. His mind was restless, things were just so complicated. How could he ever tell her who he was he kept asking himself. The minute she found out he was sure she would tell him it was over. 

One of the girls in the office had been hitting on him for months. Paula was a knockout but she just didn't trip his trigger so to speak. The first time he had met Sherry he had felt an attraction to her but dismissed it because he was married. After his divorce and the healing he again felt that pull towards her. She was a very outgoing and outspoken woman and he liked those qualities in a woman. She was not afraid to speak her mind to anyone.

He also knew that she was loyal to her friends and to an old boss of hers. He had overheard her one day telling someone that they had no idea just what kind of man he really was. 

The guy had made a remark about her ex boss being an obnoxious drunk and she came to his defense quickly. She told him that all he saw was a man who enjoyed his drink to much, and enjoyed flirting with women, even though he was married. 

She had went on to tell the guy that he had made sure his employee's had health care, life insurance, and had on more than a dozen occasions that she could think of helped employee's who had fallen on hard times out. 

One of the women who worked as the head of housekeeping had gotten cancer. She was off work seven months and during that time he had paid her rent, all her bills and had made sure she had food in the house every week during the time she was off work. Another employee who had a wooden leg and had worked for him for fifteen years, bought him a new used truck when his blew up. She was deeply loyal to her friends and would defend them always.

He wanted her and he had hoped that they could build on a relationship that would lead to marriage but he was so afraid that once she knew who he was his hopes and dreams would be tossed in his face. They needed to spend time together, to get to know one another, to talk and share their feelings and desires with each other but could he take that chance yet? Hell, now he had a headache from thinking to hard and having little sleep. He would just wait and see what Friday night would bring before he went making any more decisions.




Secret Admirer



Friday finally arrived and Sherry was impatient for night to fall. She had tried hard all week, to figure out just who he was. She had pretty much ruled Dan out just because in all the time she had worked in his department she had never got the slightest inkling that he was interested in her other than as his employee. She had almost asked another employee about him two days ago. She stopped herself knowing that would just get tongues wagging and that was something she didn't want.

She was waiting for him in her room when he arrived right on time at midnight. The shadow of him standing in her bedroom doorway making her heart flutter and the wetness begin to form between her thighs. He didn't come immediately into the room. She watched mesmerized as he slowly began removing his clothes. Soon he was standing there totally naked except for the ski mask which was still covering his face.

He walked slowly towards the bed only closing the door until it was just letting in a small crack of light from the nightlight down the hall. He pulled the ski mask off as he leaned over her to kiss her passionately. God he loved the feel of her lips against his and the way her tongue stroked his. He had dreamed of her kisses all week and wanted to fill himself with them, trying to satisfy this hunger he had for her.

Sherry was lost in his kisses, she too had dreamed of his lips on hers all week. Every time she closed her eyes she could feel them pressed hungrily against hers. She would find herself touching her nipples, playing with them, as she fantasized of his kisses. She could feel his lips as they had traveled down her abdomen until they reached her mound, where he had buried his face for long minutes there pleasing her with his mouth and tongue. Her fingers would slowly move downward until she could feel her wetness against her fingertip, dipping into herself remembering how it felt when his finger had pleasured her there.

He had wanted this woman for such a long time. He had never dreamed that he would ever be able to have her and now here he was making love to her, as he had dreamed of doing for so many years. He had fought this passionate tug for so long and when he had finally figured out a way to initiate contact with her he had been unable to stop himself.

Sherry felt the tug of his lips against her nipple and her body quivered in her pleasure. Could he tell how arousing that was to her, what a sexual high it gave her when he suckled at her breast? His finger was buried deep inside her, slowly finger fucking her to orgasm. He was persistent in his attentions to her breasts and her pussy. She had tried to pull his head from her breast but he held fast onto her nipple.

He moved his finger slowly over her burgeoning bud, making slow circles with a slight pressure of his fingertip as he did so. Her bud was firm and he could feel the little throbs as he massaged it gently with his finger. The more he sucked her nipple the more her bud grew and throbbed. He felt her body tense as she whimpered in her pleasure. Soon she was coming all over his fingers with her release.

"Yes baby, make your cream flow so that you can feed my hunger for the taste of you," he whispered against her lips. He moved his head quickly down to her pussy, his mouth now taking the place of his finger, as he lapped up her flowing juices. He gave her no time to come down from her climax as he made another assault on her with his mouth.

Her clit was still sensitive from her orgasm as he sucked it deeply into his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue pressing and rubbing against it as he continued to attack her sensitive clit with his mouth and tongue. "Oh my god, please, please let me taste you now," she begged him, trying to pull his face from her. She couldn't budge him from his quest. He made love to her with his mouth until bringing her to another shattering climax before he raised himself to his knees, grabbing her legs and pressing them back into her, he rammed his cock hard and fast into her.

He loved feeling his cock inside her, her wetness and warmth wrapped around him like a warm glove that caressed his cock with each thrust. Each thrust of his cock as it delved deep inside her would make him harder. Times like this he could fuck forever, his cock never going soft, even after having came once. He felt the tug deep inside of him as his passion roared in him.

Sherry had never been made love to this fiercely before. Each thrust took her breath away as he bottomed out inside her. He pressed her legs back deeper into her chest shoving her belly up to her breasts almost suffocating her with her own tits. She found herself reaching for his arms, holding on with each hard thrust. Then before she knew what was happening he had pulled out quickly and flipped her over onto her stomach.

"Get on your hands and knees," he instructed her as he pulled her hips upwards. His voice, he had not tried to disguise it in his lust for her, she had heard that voice before. That was the last thought she had before he rammed his cock hard back into her, his hands firmly on her hips as he fucked her fast and hard.

He was over the edge now, his need to be inside her fierce as he neared his first climax. He knew it would be fierce and quick just enough release to keep his cock firm and hard. He pulled her ass tight back against him as he felt his load flowing through him. "Argggggh," he yelled as he exploded inside her!

Sherry felt his cum filling her pussy when he exploded inside her. He slowed his thrusts for a few minutes giving them both time to recover from his onslaught of her pussy. Sherry was so very aroused and close to having another orgasm, only a few times in her life had she actually climaxed vaginally and this was going to be one of them. He had picked up the pace again and she slammed her ass back against him with each thrust.

He was fascinated by the beads of sweat rolling down her back as he fucked her. His body was coated with his own from his fierce fucking of her. The smell of sex filled the air driving them both on. He ran his hand down her back to the crack of her ass as he fucked her. He let his thumb press against her tight asshole, then pressed in slightly, making her catch her breath as he did so. He wondered if her ass were virgin territory to a cock being inside of it. He would have to find that out at a later time but right now he was filled with lust for her again.

Sometimes he liked his sex a little rough and hard. He was ramming her pussy hard again and Sherry had laid her head down between her hands on the bed, breathing hard from their fucking. He grabbed a handful of her hair pulling her head up and back as he fucked her hard.

She was going to cum, the tightness in her loins growing with each thrust of his cock, her body needing this release. "Don't stop! Harder! I'm going to cum," she yelled breathlessly at him!

He felt her pussy walls tightening around his cock as her orgasm began. He slammed her harder with each thrust, himself on the verge of coming as well. He felt his hot blood fill his veins as his load exploded into her just as she soaked his cock with her cream. He collapsed on top of her as they both reached that high place, their bodies soaked in sweat from their fierce lovemaking.

His hand was still tangled in her hair and he removed it slowly, brushing her hair away from the side of her neck where he placed tender kisses. "My god Sherry that was all I could have ever dreamed it would be," he told her.

Again he hadn't tried to hide his voice from her. She knew that voice, why couldn't she put a face to it? It sounded somewhat like Dan, but was it? He may not have been whispering but it was still fairly softly spoken. "I think I know who you are," she told him softly. She felt his body stiffen at her words.

Oh my god he was thinking, had she guessed, is she going to tell him to get the hell out of her life or what? He hadn't realized that he was holding his breath when she spoke again.

"Your Dan, aren't you," she said quietly.

He moved quickly off her and jumped out of bed, heading towards the door where his clothes lay in a heap on the floor. He dressed as quickly as he could while she asked him again if he were Dan.

"Please tell me, I already know it's you Dan, it could be no one else," she had said?

He was dressed, he stood with his back to the door because he couldn't find the ski mask. He opened the door slowly, never turning around to face her. His heart was in his throat but he managed to speak to her before he left. "I'm not Dan," was all he said as he moved quickly down the hall and out the back door.

Not Dan, oh my god who was he then, she was asking herself? She had thought for sure it was him when he had jumped quickly out of bed and went to get dressed. Still, she knew that voice and it did sound like Dan's. Could she have been mistaken? She must have because he said he wasn't Dan. She lay there in bed, trying to figure out the voice. Why did she know it? Where did she know it from? If it wasn't Dan then who the hell was he?

She saw Dan twice on Monday at work, he never acted like there was anything at all different then from any other day at work. She hoped she would find a letter waiting for her when she got home explaining all of this to her. When she picked up her mail she was disappointed to find nothing from her secret admirer. Tuesday there was still no word form him and she began to think she would never hear from him again.

Wednesday she finally heard from him. She had the letter opened before she ever got through her kitchen door. Boomer greeted her enthusiastically when she came inside but she ignored him for the time being. He lay down by her feet waiting patiently for his mistress to pay attention to him. She opened the letter and began reading....

Sherry I'm sorry for the way I left you the other night. I can only say that I was in a state of shock when I did. I never expected you to have an idea of who I was and when you said you knew I was both thrilled and yet full of fear at the same time. Then you asked me if I were some Dan guy and my heart broke. You've obviously thought of this Dan guy in a sexual way or you would have never thought that I might be him.

I guess I was just a fool to assume that there was no one else in your life that you wanted to be with. Which was pretty stupid on my part. I had no business assuming that you had not been thinking about someone other than myself or hoping that I might be that other someone. I'm sorry if I screwed up your life or with your head Sherry. I would never do anything to hurt you and it seems that I have. I wish I had had the courage to tell you who I was that first night.

At first I had thought of telling you who I was in this letter but then I thought by knowing it might mess your life up more. So I've decided that I will just have to remain your secret admirer in your mind. I've canceled the post office box and I'll not write again. Just know one thing dear Sherry, I have, did, and always will care for you. I hope someday you can forgive me.

Sherry starred at the last line of the letter, he had signed it, " always yours". Now what was she going to do, he was canceling his post office box, how would she get in touch with him? She could only write to him and hope that he got the letter before the box was canceled or that it would be forwarded to him. Boomer had his head on her lap looking up at her begging her to take him outside. "Ok fella, let's get your business done so that I can get mine done," she told him hugging him close to her and kissing him affectionately on the top of his head.

She sat and looked over the letter she had just written him, rereading it again to make sure she said everything she had wanted to say.

You can't leave it like this, you can't leave me wondering for the rest of my life who you were, who you are! For weeks I have been trying to figure out who you were. Dan is my boss, and I've never thought of him in a sexual way. He just fit the way you look. The same hair and eye color, your both about the same height and size, and the age is about right, it was only natural for me to think you might be him. He was the only choice I had in the list of men I knew.

After you left I knew you weren't Dan, it was your voice. I know your voice but I can't put a face to it. I knew after I had made the guess that it might be Dan that I was wrong, the voice didn't fit. It's driving me nuts not knowing who you are! I'll never forget your voice and if I ever hear it again I'll know who you are in a heartbeat.

You can't tell me that what we have shared means that little to you. I can tell the difference between a man who's making love to you compared to one just fucking you. Once I didn't know the difference but I do now, and you made love to me! Is it possible to care for someone who is only a midnight visitor in your life, who is nameless and faceless to you? Yes!! I have feelings for you and whoever you are those feelings are not going to change!

I'm asking you to come to the house Friday night at 8pm and show yourself to me, let's sit down face to face and discuss this thing between us. I promise you I won't tell you to get lost no matter how shocked I might be at finally knowing who you are. That's not to much to ask of you. I'll be anxiously awaiting your arrival. Sherry signed her note "always yours" as well.

She didn't wait for the afternoon mail the next day but dropped it off at the post office on her way to work, she wanted to make sure it went out in the morning mail and would get to him by Friday.

Friday night she was filled with excitement waiting for him to come. Eight o'clock came and went. Soon it was nine and now close to midnight with no sign of him. Maybe he didn't get her letter, or maybe he just decided not to come. She finally gave up waiting and headed to bed, with tears in her eyes. She would never know who he was she was thinking as she lay down in bed. It was a long time before sleep overtook her after her tears had dried.

He read her note over and over again. Oh my god, what she must be thinking of him turned his stomach. It was Saturday and he just got her letter, he wondered how long she had waited for him yesterday before giving up on him. Christ what a mess he had made of this whole situation. He should have just came out with his feelings for her a long time ago and let things fall where they may.

She had just came back inside with Boomer when she heard her front door bell ringing. Boomer was barking as he ran towards the door. Sherry wondered who it was as she was not expecting anyone. The closer she got to the door the more she hoped that it was him. She opened the door to find her ex brother standing there.

"Paul, how good it is to see you," she told him hugging him close. She stood aside to allow him to come inside. " What brings you this way, nothing wrong with your folks I hope?"

"Good to see you again Sherry, and the folks are fine," he told her. Sherry had just closed the door and stood frozen when he spoke to her. She was white as a sheet, unable to say anything to him, recognizing his voice. Oh my god, it was him, he was the one, she would have never in a million years guessed it to be him. He was moving towards her, she felt weak, her legs were giving way underneath her, the last thing she saw before she fainted was him reaching for her as she fell.

"Sherry honey wake up, please honey open your eyes? I'm so sorry Sherry, I didn't know it would shock you this badly. God I'm so sorry babe, I've hurt you and I never wanted that. Please open your eyes honey and I'll leave and never bother you again," he was saying softly to her as he cradled her head in his lap.

Sherry heard every word he said, she was only out for a couple of seconds but wouldn't open her eyes until she had herself under control. Paul had been his brothers best man at their wedding. Two years after she had married Rick he had divorced his wife Terry. She had been fooling around on him for a long time, everyone knowing it except poor Paul.

She had always liked Paul, he was always friendly to her and made her laugh whenever she and Rick were at his parents for some family function. She never knew that he had felt anything other than a general fondness for her when she was married to his brother. She should have guessed right away from the letter when he had explained about his failed marriage.

" Honey wake up, please open your eyes," he was begging her. He watched as her eyes fluttered open, starring up intently into his. He couldn't make his mouth move, he couldn't get any words to come out of his mouth as he watched her hand in slow motion reach up towards his face pulling him down until his lips touched hers. Her kiss was like a drug, it overtook him quickly, drowning him with it's power.

"How could you go so long without telling me who you were? Why were you so afraid that it would make a difference to me once I had known who you were?"

"Christ Sherry, you were married to my brother, why wouldn't I worry about what you would think or feel once you found out," he whispered softly against her lips.

She sat up and then he helped her to her feet. She led him over to the couch and motioned for him to sit beside her. "Paul, I think the bigger question is how is your family going to handle this and more to the point is how are you going to handle it when Rick finds out what's going on between us?" 

"Actually I could care less what anyone other than you and I think Sherry, but to answer your question the folks would be fine with it and you know it. As for Rick, I'm sure he might make a smart remark at first but when I remind him that I knew he had slept with Terry I'm sure he'll wise up and forget about making any more smart remarks."

"He slept with Terry," she asked him with astonishment written all across her face?

"I didn't think you knew that Sherry and I'm sorry that I'm the one telling you, but yes, he slept with my wife many times during the time you were married to him and I to her. I only found out about it when Terry asked for the divorce. She got great delight in telling me that she had been fucking my brother."

"I'm so sorry Paul, sorry for the both of us. I had a feeling that he had been fooling around in our marriage from the first but I never had any idea it was with Terry."

"It really doesn't matter now anyway, we are both lucky to have them out of our lives. What about us? Is there a chance for us or not," he asked her, taking her hands into his?

Sherry leaned close to him and pressed her lips to his. She kissed him slowly and sensually at first then with more passion. "What do you say we forget talking for a while and just enjoy each other?" She already had his jeans unzipped and her hand inside stroking his manhood. "We have the rest of our lives to talk, and a lot of time to make up for in-between," she told him.

"So I take it this means that your ok with the whole thing and I won't have to take anymore cold showers from now on," he asked her?

"Like the song says babe, shut up and kiss me!"



Secret Admirer



This story is complete and utter fiction, made up by me and my imagination. Feel free to vote, comment, compliment or complain. I have the rest of the story planned out and written in rough over about four parts.

Onto the story.

I was a 'normal' guy living a 'normal' life, 36 years old, married to a great woman called Laura and had three gorgeous kids, Joe at 14, Darren at 13 and Hannah at 11. I lived in a four bed roomed detached house in a lovely housing estate, near to family and friends. I also owned my own advertising company which was doing well (Still do and is), with contracts and jobs coming in week by week which allowed us to have a comfortable life. I thought myself to be a kind and caring boss with all my staff and I hoped that they respected me more for it.

Ok, so my life and marriage wasn't exactly as brilliant as people thought it was. We had or ups and downs as with any couple, but the last few months we hadn't made love, or been intimate once. Marriage guidance had helped, but after 16 years, I think we both knew what was coming. Yeah, so I loved her and she loved me but something was missing for the both of us, especially me. My kids mean the world to me, so we stayed together. We remained good friends though and got along well.

Being bi-sexual, I'd experienced gay sex when I was younger and found to like it – a lot. Since I met Laura, I hadn't really thought about it, or another man in that way. I'd look and admire, but nothing would come of it and I wondered if maybe that was the problem, that maybe I needed to do something to get it out of my system. I never did though, and vowed to never cheat on Laura and we had both agreed on that. I would leave before going into another relationship and she said the same thing. She knew about my sexuality and at first it worried her, especially if a cute guy walked by and I would glance his way, but she trusted me to be faithful and I trusted her.

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It all happened so suddenly, the way I found out about my secret admirer. One minute I was just going about my day to day business, getting up, going to work, coming home and chatting with my wife and the kids over dinner, going to bed. You know same old thing every day. But then, out of nowhere, my life takes a dramatic turn in a way I never thought possible.

The week actually started off as normal. Monday morning I got up, showered, shaved, dressed and had breakfast. As I was about to leave the house, the post came so I picked it up. I decided to open my mail at work and leave Laura's for her to open at home. Sitting in my office, I opened up the bills and junk mail, arranging everything in order as I'm such a neat organized freak. I noticed that there was an envelope with just my name on, no address, just my name in handwriting. It looked like a birthday card type envelope, but it wasn't my birthday anytime in the near future. I guessed it must have been hand delivered sometime during the early morning. Inside was a plain card with a red heart on the front, and inside that, it read…

'Daniel You are the most wonderful person I've ever known and mean a lot to everyone, mean a lot to me. I love you with all my heart and soul. All my love, your secret admirer xxx'

I stared at the card for what must have been five minutes before my secretary walked in. I quickly came back to life and hid the card away. The look on my face must have been one of shock and surprise because she came rushing up to me like I'd just passed out. 

"Are you okay hun, you look like you've seen a ghost." Mary asked as she made me drink my morning coffee.

"I'm fine thank you Mary; I've just read my home phone bill. It's come as a shock, the kids are growing up too fast, I think words will have to be said when I get home."

She smiled and talked about her children for a moment before walking away. I thanked her but I didn't want to mention the card, not yet anyway. She would only start to become detective and I wasn't sure what the whole thing meant anyway. The phone bill story wasn't a lie though; it did seem to be getting higher each time. Kids!

Once the door shut I looked at the card again. I didn't recognise the handwriting, but then again I was sure it would be disguised. I thought about who it could be; maybe it was Laura, maybe someone at work or various female friends/acquaintances, maybe one of the lads. Maybe it was just a simple prank, a joke to make me think someone actually fancied me. Yes that was it, a joke. 

I took that as the obvious answer and swore to never give it another thought, but still put the card in the locked draw for future reference. I casually kept a closer eye on people as I walked around my building and offices during the day, watching people as they passed, the way they looked or talked to me. Did they laugh or snicker? Did they flirt or tease? I figured that someone would give something away somehow, but then I figured I was just wasting my time and left it alone.

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To be honest, I forgot about the whole thing until I was caught by surprise four days later on the Friday. As I walked to my car in the morning, there was a single red rose held down by the windscreen wipers. I picked it up and looked around me for any signs of unusual behavior. Nothing. I placed it on the passenger seat and drove to work, curios and confused. When I got there, in my parking space was another single red rose, taped next to my name on the brick wall. I quickly removed it, looked around me again and sighed. Grabbing both roses, I took them with me up to my office. I was seriously beginning to think someone was having me on. 

I looked at everyone again as I walked through. Nobody seemed to be acting strange or unusual, but I guess they wouldn't want to be really obvious. Mary looked at me with a funny expression as I held the two roses and glanced around. I could see the questions forming in her mind. It was a damn shame that even I couldn't explain it myself. I shrugged my shoulders and walked into my office, slumped down in the cool relaxing leather chair and stared at the two roses that some unknown person had left for me. I thought about it for a while, a long while. So this person knew where I worked and where I lived. I suppose that narrowed it down a little, but still, most people at work knew where I lived. 

Mary came in with a coffee. She smiled and said good morning as she normally did. Was it her? At 52 she was a little too old for me. Anyway I doubted it would be her, she was very happily married and had just renewed her wedding vows. But then again? Nah, stupid idea, she was more like my mother. Urrghh! I shivered at the thought.

"Roses?" She asked. I nodded. "From?" I shrugged. "Hmmm. Secret admirer huh?" She asked. I pulled the card out from my drawer and showed it to her. I didn't mind Mary seeing it. Mary was my lifeline at work. She'd been with me from the start, through thick and thin. She knew about my personal life and marriage problems. I could trust her with anything. My kids adore her.

"So what do you think?" I asked. I valued her opinion greatly.

"Oh Daniel, I'm not sure. I think this person is honest and true, but there isn't much you can do about it when you don't have a clue who it could be. Keep it safe. I'll put these in a vase for you. Try not to worry yourself over it for now. Let me know the next time you receive any contact. I'm just as intrigued." She patted my cheek and left with the roses, coming back a few minutes later to put them on my desk.

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I know Mary said to forget it, but it was impossible not to think about it again. I couldn't help but confess my problem to Andy, Steve and Marco that night in the pub. Andy was my best friend since childhood, Steve we had known for a few years since college, and Marco who we had met at the gym, six years back. Friday night was 'our' night. A night to get pissed and tell disgusting jokes, to complain about women, kids, work and basically let off steam. In other words, be men.

Once I'd explained to them about my predicament, and after a few beers, they all laughed it off and thought it was funny. 

"You seriously think you have a secret admirer, Dan?" Steve asked, laughing at my expense.

"Well how do you explain it then? You know I'm starting to look at people differently, wondering if anyone could be her."

"Or him." Marco butted in.

"No guys it's a woman, I'm sure of it." I laughed. But then again, was it? It made me think.

We all sat there quiet for a moment. I hadn't thought of it being a guy. So a few people knew about my sexuality, I didn't hide it from anyone, but then again, I didn't exactly shout it out. I hadn't been sexually active with a man since before Laura, so it wasn't really an issue. Andy, Steve and Marco all knew and it wasn't a problem. They had experimented with guys in their early teens, except my feelings for guys went beyond the point of experimentation. Hell, Andy and I had sex when we were teenagers, but that's another story that I really wouldn't want to get into. When I knew I liked guys as well as girls we stopped messing about. I really fancied Andy then and if I were honest I still found him very attractive. I decided not to give it any more thought. 

They also knew about my troubling marriage and lack of sex life. We all talked about our love lives. Andy, 36, married with two children, Jason, 11 and Matthew, 8. Marco, 30, was divorced with one girl at 5, Steve, 37, was in a relationship with his girlfriend of two months. He'd been married twice, divorced twice and had four children. Our group was complicated. Although it may seem to other people that our lives were unstable, we were still there for each other no matter what. We had other friends who we went out with, but we liked it just the way it was when it was the four of us. I felt lucky to have such good friends.

"Hey it could be that hot new neighbour of yours mate?" Steve asked, bringing me back to earth. Forever the ladies man.

"Fuck yeah, she's gorgeous." Andy answered. We chuckled. "I'd do her."

"What about your wife?" I asked smiling.

"I'd settle for a threesome." He casually said, then grinned. Steve agreed and they 'high fived'. 

We carried on chatting and I got pissed, as usual. We soon forgot about the secret admirer and had a good night.

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The following Monday in my office, the telephone rang but when I answered it, the person put the phone down. I wondered if it was the 'admirer'. I dialed out to see what number it was but it said 'the caller withheld their number'. Typical. 

This happened on numerous occasions until Wednesday. I was beginning to get angry and thought about calling the police. For some people it might not seem to matter, but I didn't know who it was and I didn't know if it was a stalker or someone with an obsession.

On the Thursday, I received a bouquet of flowers and a box of expensive chocolates. I figured that it was the admirer again and asked the delivery guy which florist he was from. I decided to phone up and find out who ordered them. 

A woman answered the phone and I told her who I was and what I wanted. She went off the line for a few seconds whilst she found out the information. After less than a minute she came back.

"Sorry love, the person who ordered the flowers gave the instructions by our website. It's a new system we have for those who want to be kept anonymous. I don't know the name of the person who ordered them, only their credit card details, which I'm sure you'll understand I am not allowed to give out. Sorry I cannot help you."

I thanked her anyway and put the phone down. Fuck! I was seriously frustrated and pissed off.

Still, I ate the chocolates. Why waste them?

"Who are they from Daniel?" Mary asked, walking in. 

I allowed my colleagues and employees to call me by my first name. It doesn't seem as boss-like that way. "Wish I knew Mary, it's the same person I think." I replied, offering her a chocolate. "Would you mind finding a vase for these?" I asked politely.

"Not at all." She answered, taking a chocolate and the flowers with her out of the office.

I was honestly baffled by all the secret admirer stuff. I needed to know who it was soon before I cracked up. 

That night, I even started looking at my new neighbour like Steve had suggested, but she gave no indication of finding me attractive or wanting me when we talked or said 'hello'. 

Nobody at work did or said anything unusual either, not even Janice. Now Janice and I got along very well. She started working for me five years beforehand as one of my designers and we flirted something big. She was hot, had long brown hair with blond highlights, a tiny waist, nice breasts and a lovely personality. She asked me out a couple of times but as I was married, it was impossible, anyway she had a boyfriend. Still, I figured she was one possibility. 

At the gym there were a few people we spoke to who could have been my admirer. Brad was one of them. I found Brad to be a total turn on. The first time I saw him work out, I was mesmerised by his body and stamina. I guess he saw me looking and winked at me, which made me blush. It was only shortly afterwards, when Steve nudged me, that I realized I was erect and a bulge was showing through my gym shorts. Once we got talking and he realized I had a thing for men as well as women, he got brave with his advances. We flirted around, and he asked me out a number of times. He was taller than my 5ft 10" and had a little more muscle with a cute butt to match. We went out just as friends and I really liked him. In fact I stopped seeing him because I felt like I was cheating on Laura. Maybe it was him, maybe he felt more for me than I realised. He wouldn't be a bad choice; maybe something could happen between us.

At home or in our local pub, a few girls caught my eye, as well as a couple of guys. There was a woman who I had spoke to a few times and got along with. Helen was her name. We didn't speak enough to arrange a date, but we flirted. I thought maybe it was her. But could she love me? I didn't think so.

But then again it could be anyone I know or speak to. It was a complete mystery to me.

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Friday night again sat in the pub, I told my friends about the mysterious phone calls and flowers and chocolates.

"My my Daniel, they have got it bad." Marco chuckled.

"Oh come on lads it isn't funny now. I need to know before I go mad. I'm wondering if I should tell Laura."

"It could be her, trying to make it up to you. She may want to get back together." Andy suggested.

I thought about it. "Hey, it could be. But why wouldn't she just tell me to my face?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Secrecy and thrill of it, Dan." 

I wondered if Andy was right.

So that night at home I asked her if she was my secret admirer. She just laughed. 

"Secret admirer? Don't flatter yourself. No it's not me, but it sounds like the girl really loves you." Laura replied.

"It doesn't bother you, that I have a secret admirer?" I asked.

She looked at me. "I'm not sure. I guess it does in a way, but then again I'm glad. You might be able to have a future with this person and it's not as if we're gonna get back together again. Our lives are separate Dan. As long as the kids are happy that's all I care about."

"Me too. " I said. She smiled and left the room.

I sighed and jumped into the shower soon afterwards. I really tried to rack my brain with thoughts of who it could be. There were people who I thought of, Helen, Janice, Brad, James, even Mary my secretary, before I laughed. But there could be others I didn't know about.

Stepping out of the shower, I dried myself and looked in the mirror at my naked form. So I wasn't bad looking, my body was ok. I thought my height was good enough, ash blond hair and blue eyes and an average shape face. I had a reasonable amount of body hair in all the right places, my muscles were average from working out in the gym and I had an average build. My chest was smooth as well as my ass, tanned and toned. My flaccid cock hung about 3-4 inches and grew to 6 1/2 when erect, average thickness and uncut, so I'm pretty average there as well. 

But that's me....average. Why would anyone go to the trouble of wanting to be my secret admirer? There's nothing special about me. Why would this person go to all this trouble?

I didn't sleep much that weekend. 



Secret Admirer



Seth sat in the fifth row in theater. He watched and was almost mesmerized by the dancing nymph performing on stage. The theater was large, and the ceiling was high. There were several balconies lining the gigantic establishment. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling, emitting a very low light on the audience.

Applause rang out across the room as the ballet came to its conclusion. People stood up giving the performers a standing ovation. Seth stood as well, clapping his hands. His ice blue eyes were still upon her, the beauty of the stage. She was amazing. Even walking she had the grace and elegance of a goddess. He reached up running his long fingers through his thick, medium length, brown hair. 

Akordia Lirit was one of the most well known dancers in northern Europe. Seth fell for her the moment he laid eyes on her. Every curve of her body as she danced seemed as if it were painted by a perfectionist. He watched as she bent at the waist taking a bow. His eyes drifted over her slender form, lingering on her small well rounded backside. He shook his head. He just wasn't sure he could hide in the shadows much longer. His need for her was growing and he was finding it more and more difficult to fight his wicked urges. 

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Akordia moved off stage. She wore a rather tight light blue leotard and she was itching to get out of it. She loved dancing and though the attire was light and airy it was tight and revealing. She glided down the hall to the dressing rooms. As she moved along, she reached up unpinning her long raven black hair, letting the silken strands fall down her back in a mass of curls. 

It wasn't just the leotard that had her moving so quickly. She wanted to see what her secret admirer had left for her in the dressing room this time. She smiled and nibbled her bottom lip anxiously as she moved down the hallway. She couldn't believe it had been six months sense the first time she received something from him. There were always three roses, and a little note. Of course being the person she was she had many admirers. But none like him. He was always so smooth with the way he wrote his letters. They were romantic. The letters made her heart beat quicken, and her blood run hot through her veins. 

Never once had Akordia responded to his letters, but he still kept leaving them. She bounced lightly on the balls of her feet as she struggled to get her dressing room door open. She felt like a young child waking up on Christmas morning, and all of her gifts were just beyond the dressing room door. 

Akordia pushed the door open, not bothering to close it. Her eyes shifted straight to the desk against the wall where she saw the three bright red roses she'd been waiting for. She let out a tiny giggle and ran toward them. She felt a little childish but she couldn't seem to help herself. She seemed to have a crush on a man who she didn't even know. She didn't know what he looked like; even his name was a mystery to her. But it just didn't matter. He was her secret admirer. She reached down and picked up the small white card that lay over the steams of the roses. 

Anxiously, Akordia opened the card ... but there was nothing there. Not a single scribble of ink. She pouted, her bottom pink lip jutting outward. What was her admirer up to tonight? He had left the roses as he always did, but he wrote nothing in the card. She leaned her hip against the desk looking down at the card rather disappointed. 

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A smile curled the edges of Seth's mouth as he stood in the door way of her dressing room. He was enjoying the view of her back toward him. His eyes moved up her body, taking in the alluring sight of her slender legs and slightly muscular thighs, her round firm bottom, and narrow hips. He loved her hair; normally she danced with it up in a tight bun. But now that it was down and he was starting to fantasize about running his fingers through it.

Seth reached into the pocket of his jacket pulling out a long thick piece of black cloth. Quietly he stepped forward. He was almost saddened by the look of disappointment she had as she look down at the blank card, but her disappointment would soon come to a pleasurable end. He moved up behind her and quickly placed the blind fold around her head, over her beautiful sapphire eyes. 

Akordia nearly jumped out of her skin as she felt the cloth slide over her eyes. Who in their right mind would wander into her dressing room and . . . it hit her then, as his finger tips ran gently down her face. She took in a shuddering breath. This was why her admirer had not written anything in his card. She heard him move away from her and shut the door. She jumped at the sound. A slight tinge of fear ran through her as she heard the lock turn. She really didn't know this man, for all she knew he could be a psychotic rapist. 

Seth moved back to her after locking the door. He ran his hands over her shoulders and down her arms. "Don't be afraid, my love. The moment you ask me to stop I will." He whispered the words into her ear. His breath was hot against her cool skin. Seth smiled as he watched her. He was afraid she would immediately tell him to stop, but she said nothing.

Feeling his lips so close to her ear, Akordia shivered. She considered telling him to stop, but if he was a psychotic rapist he wouldn't tell her he would stop if she asked him to. Besides, she was rather enjoying this. She could not see him, didn't even know what he looked like but somehow it didn't matter. He was so close to her. Akordia took a trembling step back so her body pressed against the front of his.

Seth took in a sharp breath feeling her back press against his body. Her round firm little ass rubbed against him nuzzling in to the cradle of his hips. He reached up brushing a bit of her black hair to the side. He began to kiss at her neck, her skin was so soft, it was even better then he had imagined. He nibbled lightly at that most sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. 

Akordia bit down hard on her bottom lip. She whimpered, the sound seeming to almost echo through the large dressing room. Every part of her body seemed to become engulfed in flames the moment his lips made contact with her bare skin. The thought of not knowing what he looked like or what he might do next sent waves of excitement dancing through her body like tiny bolts of electricity. She tilted her head to the side giving him better access.

"Do you know who I am, my love?" His voice was deep and melodic with a thick accent. It sounded almost Romanian.

She smiled as her imagination took flight and thought perhaps it was Dracula who stood behind her seducing her. "You're my admirer." her voice was hardly above a whisper as she was simply unable to speak properly. She had a hard time getting any words to form. 

Seth smiled and continued to kiss along her neck. His hands moved to her narrow waist pulling her against him more so that she could feel his hard-on straining against the fabric of his pants. He wanted to see what was hidden beneath that leotard. His hands slid slowly up her sides and then to her arms. He gripped the leotard along her shoulders and gently began to peel it off of her, pulling it down along her body and exposing her bare back to him. 

The cool air hit Akordia's heated skin causing her to shiver under his nimble fingers. She felt his hands begin to move over her skin, caressing her softly. His hands were magical, almost electric as they slid along her skin. It was as if little tiny bolts of lightening zapped from his skin to hers and then back again.

The air seemed thick in the room. It was almost hard for Seth to breath. He was moving very slowly, exposing just a tiny bit of her skin at a time so he could take in every feature, every dimple, and mole. He wanted her body to be imprinted in his mind for all time. 

He moved the thin material off of her arms and then to her waist. He got to his knees behind her pulling the offending leotard further down her body; exposing her bare ass to him. He leaned forward and started to kiss at the small of her back as he carefully pulled the leotard down her legs.

The moment the leotard slipped off her body her large dark pink nipples hardened. She ran her hands down her body, even touching her own skin sent waves of desire lapping at her already heated body. She let out a small whimper feeling him kiss at the small of her back. The fact that she didn't even know him was exciting making it feel as if liquid fire ran through her veins. She was trembling with anticipation. When the leotard fell to her ankles she stepped out of it and kicked it aside with her small foot. 

Seth was pleasantly surprised to see that she was wearing nothing under the leotard. But then again he doubted she would have been able to. It was too tight and would have shown a bra or panty line. He stood back up running his hands up her body. His lips found her neck again and he trailed kisses to her ear and whispered to her. "Tell me you want me Akordia." 

"I want you." Akordia's voice held a sense of urgency, as if she was unable to wait much longer. There wasn't a hint of hesitation.

There seemed to be some sort of electricity between them, fueling their desires, igniting their passions. Seth had only known this woman through her dancing, but he was amazed by the intense feelings he had now. He took a step back and removed his jacket tossing it aside. He then removed his tie and started to unbutton his white dress shirt. 

Akordia could hear him fussing with his own clothing. She didn't take the blind fold off, still rather enjoying the feeling of the unknown. She turned carefully placing her hand on the desk next to her to steady herself. She was facing him now, she could tell. Reaching out blindly she placed a hand on his chest. She could feel he was still wearing his shirt, but it was unbuttoned now. Akordia reached out with her other hand and she started to touch and caress his chest and abdomen. He was slender, and muscular, that much she could tell. He also had no chest hair and his skin was soft and smooth.

Seth groaned as Akordia touched him. Her hands left a trail of burning tongues licking along his skin in their wake. His black dress pants were beginning to feel tight and uncomfortable as his large member strained against the material. Every second that passed was a deep pleasurable agony. 

Her hands glided up his body to his neck, her fingertips touched his strong jaw lightly. She liked what she felt so far. Akordia nibbled her bottom lip and moved forward pressing her lips to his chest. She realized then that he was a great deal taller then she was, at least six inches. She ran her hands back over his chest and then to his shoulders sliding the shirt off of his body. 

Seth smiled. He knew now that she really wanted this, perhaps as much as he did. There was a fire in him that was building hotter with her every touch. He placed his hands on her waist and he pulled her against him. Lifting one of his hands he found her chin and tipped her face up. His mouth found hers in a greedy, hungry kiss. His tongue pushed past her lips and danced with hers. She tasted liked warm honey and spring time. His tongue swam in her mouth probing every corner finding each hidden spot. 

Reaching up, Akordia wrapped her arms around his neck pressing her breasts against him as their lips met; her hard aching nipples brushing against his strong muscular chest. He was an amazing kisser making her weak and wanting. She hoped this would not be the only night her secret admirer came to visit. She didn't want this to end. She could feel in his kiss alone the passion that lurked within his soul. As his body pressed harder against her, she could feel how hard he was. She let out a small chuckle behind the kiss and her hands moving up, fingers running through his soft hair.

He ran his finger tips down the center of her back, causing her to squirm against him. Every cell in his body seemed to be screaming, seemed to be want to reach out and touch her. He didn't know how much teasing he was going to be able to endure. This woman was setting him on fire. He broke the kiss and started to kiss along her shoulder, his teeth scrapping along her fair skin. One of his hands began to venture down her body toward her heated core, which he hoped would be wet, and inviting. 

Akordia whimpered again as she felt his teeth graze her skin. She could feel his hand sliding near forbidden area's of her body. Every muscle in her body became rigid with anticipation. What was he going to do with her next? "I don't know how much more of this I can take," she whispered softly, her voice trembling,

He could hear the almost pleading tone in her voice, the need to be taken and pleasured. His fingertips tickled along her soft, slightly muscular thighs. Then he found the silken patch of black curls between her legs. His index finger parted the folds of her pussy lips, and he started to rub at her moist slit. She was wet, dripping. He started to back her up toward the desk. 

Akordia let out a soft moan of pleasure as he probed between her thighs. His finger had found the core of her pleasure, teasing her all the more. As she backed up toward the desk she felt the cold wood against her backside. She wiggled back onto the desk sitting on the edge, as he continued to kiss at her shoulders. The desk seemed just the right height too for all sorts of naughty pleasures. Her hands quickly moved down his body. She still wore the blind fold, she couldn't even tell if the lights were on, or off. She took a hold of the front of his dress pants and then started to fumble with the button and fly, trying to free his swelling cock. 

With groan Seth removed his finger from her dripping pussy. It was a bit difficult for him to probe with his fingers when she was at that angle. He looked down watching as she fumbled with his pants. His eyes were on her watching her every move with an intense gaze. "Tell me what you want, Akordia." His voice was raspy as she pushed his pants off of his hips and they fell to his ankles. 

"I want you inside me." Her voice was deeper now and sultry. She wanted him, she needed him badly. She knew how wet she was, she knew how much this man, this stranger was turning her on, lighting fires inside of her that she didn't even know could be sparked. 

Seth moved his hands to his own waist pulling his boxer-briefs off of his hips. He reached down stroking himself some. Akordia reached out and wrapped her slender fingers around his long hard shaft. He gasped feeling her touching him. She started to stroke him, the head of his cock tickling against her clit as she did so. Her other hand reached up to the back of his neck pulling him down so she could whisper in his ear. "I want you to fuck me." She nipped playfully at his ear lobe.

He pushed her hand away from his swollen cock and with one fast thrust he entered her, with a low groan. She was incredibly tight, more so then he expected. One of his hands moved to her breast grabbing it firmly. He rolled her hard pink nipple between his thumb and index finger.

Akordia screamed, not only in pleasure but in pain. She had not made love to a man in a long time, and he was much larger then she thought he was when she was stroking him. Her inner walls gripped him tightly. His hand on her breast, teasing her nipple caused a low moan to roll from between her luscious lips. Seth started to move out of her, and then he slammed his hips back into hers again. 

They moaned almost in unison. Both their bodies began to moisten with a thin layer of sweat brought on by the intense heat building between them. As Akordia's tight pussy adjusted to his size he started to move faster. His hips smacked against hers with every pleasurable thrust. 

One of her hands moved to his back, her nails started to dig into his flesh as wave after wave of pleasure lapped at her body. Her other hand tangled in his hair. She pulled his head down so she could feel her lips against his. This time it was her tongue that pushed past his lips. 

Seth grabbed a hold of both her thighs. Pushing him self into her and then pulling out. He could feel the pressure in his cock building already. He groaned under the kiss, he could feel her tightening around him. He knew that the pressure in her was building probably just as fast. He tore his lips from hers and bent his head to her neck biting at her skin hard. 

Her nails dug into his back and scalp as he bit her. She screamed out tilting her head to the side giving him more room. He was plunging into her deeper and harder now. She could feel herself coming to the edge, she was nearly there. A shiver ran up her spine.

Seth felt her tighten more around his throbbing cock. He started to move faster, releasing the grip he had on her neck. One of his hands moved up her back and through her hair. Finally feeling the silky strands he so longed to touch earlier. Her moans grew louder as he continued to thrust in and out of her tight core juices dripping out of her pussy and around his throbbing cock. 

Akordia threw her head back and screamed out loudly. Her orgasm hit her hard and fast nearly catching her off guard. Her nails dug deep into his skin as explosions seemed to go off in her head. She could feel her juices spilling over him, lubricating her entrance even more for him and wetting the desk beneath her. She's never had an orgasm so intense in her life. Her inner walls contracted and pulsed around him attempting to milk the pleasure from him. 

The moment he felt her start to orgasm he slammed harder into her small seemly delicate body. He groaned loudly feeling her tighten around him and pulse hard. He nearly came right then and there but he bit down hard on his lip. He was not ready to stop fucking her yet. He never wanted to stop. He reached up pulling the blind fold off of her. 

She looked at him now, for the first time. Her Sapphire eyes were only half open and filled with passion. She was surprised by the way he looked. He was shockingly handsome. His ice blue eyes seemed to dig right into her soul. She continued to shake with after shocks. Her moans echoed through the dressing room. She licked at her suddenly dry lips as their eyes locked. 

Seth just couldn't stop looking into her stunning eyes. He liked her much better without the blind fold. Her lust filled gaze seemed to hold his captive. He felt every muscle in his body begin to tense. He could not hold back any longer. He had to let go. He groaned as he started climax, his cum shooting deep inside of her. His thrusts slowed but he started to go into her harder, feeling the sizzling white hot lightning of pleasure pulsing through his veins.

"Akordia!" He moaned her name as his climax hummed through his body. His eyes never once left hers. Sweat began to trickle down the side of his face. His thrusts slowing all the more as their combined juices dripped out of her in a slow steady trickle, but he didn't pull out of her. He loved the feeling of being buried inside of her. He leaned forward nuzzling his head lightly against her shoulder breathing heavily.

Akordia smiled wrapping her arms tightly around him holding him close to her as if they had been long time lovers. Together they took in ragged breathes attempting to control their breathing. One of her hands went up and she began to stroke his now damp hair. "What's your name?" She asked, still panting for air.

"Seth."



Secret Admirer



A rather longer story than I had planned, but I hope you enjoy it. The usual combination of exhibitionism, voyeurism and panties, so I wasn't sure which category to put it in. 

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Her life up until then had been ... unspectacular. Normal. She was happily married and lived in a nice house at the edge of a small town. Behind the house was pure countryside with fields and a forest. Her husband was caring and they got on well with one another. Just your normal suburban lifestyle. Normal that is, until that fateful day when she found the note. 

Her husband had gone off to work early as always and she had finished breakfast and went down the drive to collect the post. They had a letterbox mounted in the stone gateposts, which meant that the postman didn't have to walk all the way to the door. She unlocked the letterbox and took the few letters out and skimmed through them. They were the usual collection of junk mail, bills and ... and a typed note on plain white paper.

"I can't get you out of my mind - you're the sexiest woman I have seen in a long time.

Your secret admirer."

Strange. Maybe it was some kind of joke. It was a bit weird though. She read it once more, scrunched the note up into a ball and threw it into the rubbish bin on her way back into the house. By the time Andrew returned from work, she'd forgotten about it completely.

A few days passed by before Katya received the second note. As soon as she realised what it was, she blushed and looked around, thinking she might catch someone spying on her. Of course there was no one to be seen and so she quickly tucked the note into the pocket of her jeans, gathered the rest of the post and walked back to the house. The driveway was only about 50 yards long but by the time she reached the front door and opened it, her mind was whirling with thoughts ... what had he written? Was it even a he? Should I tell Andrew? Am I scared? Do I need to be scared?

Truth be told, it was a little bit scary, but on the other hand it was also ... well, interesting. Curious now that she had reached the kitchen, Katya pulled the note out of her jeans pocket and flattened it out on the work surface.

"Yesterday I saw you walking around in that summer dress and kept thinking how nice it would be to slowly peel it up your thighs until I could see your panties. Or maybe you would even do it for me? 

Would you? Would you like to flash your sexy knickers at me? I wonder if it would turn you on, knowing that you were exciting me?"

This time there was a P.S. "If you DON'T want me to stop, wear a pair of white trousers for me today."

Katya felt her mouth go dry. What should she do? She was a bit worried about the direction that this was going in and knew that she should tell Andrew and put a stop to this right away. The devil in her told her that it wasn't doing any harm and that she should just go along with it for a while. She could put a stop to it at any time she liked. The more she thought about it, the more she managed to convince herself that she was just having a little bit of harmless fun.

She tore the note into tiny pieces and threw the bits in the bin. Running upstairs before she could change her mind, she quickly tugged off her jeans and changed into a pair of plain white knickers and a pair of thin white cotton summer trousers. With her heart pumping, she walked back downstairs and went out into the garden. She had no idea whether he could see her or not and she didn't even know whether she wanted him to see her. She guessed that he was probably at work - unless he was out-of-work - but that still did nothing to stop the vague tingle of excitement that she felt.

***

When he finally got out of work, he was so nervous that he could hardly keep still. Would she be wearing the white trousers or not? Up until now everything had run just as he had planned it, but this was a major step. As he arrived at the house he saw her walking past the glass door. Yes! She was wearing them!

***

The evening arrived and her husband came home, but there was still no sign that her 'secret admirer' had seen her. Andrew behaved no differently from any other night and certainly didn't seem to notice that she had got changed. Well, that was probably a good thing! As she got undressed in the bathroom, she took off her white knickers and put them in the laundry basket. Unsurprisingly they were a little damp. She quickly pulled on her nightdress and went to bed.

'Good night.'

'Good night.'

***

The next day she awoke early and lay there in bed, wondering whether or not there would be another note waiting for her. Simply the thought that she was being watched made her tingle slightly with excitement. What on earth was wrong with her? The guy was probably 200kg and ugly! Still, there was always the chance that he was good-looking and the thought of some good-looking man watching her and writing those notes was definitely getting to her. Just as she thought about sneaking out of bed and checking the letterbox, the alarm went off, its horrible electric beeping making her jump and waking her husband beside her.

They got up, dressed and had breakfast together. Once Andrew had set off to work, Katya tidied up a little in the kitchen to give her husband enough time to be well on the way to work before walking out to the letterbox. With her heart pumping, she opened the mailbox to find a white envelope. With a little grin, she took the envelope and tucked it into the back pocket of her jeans before locking the letterbox again and heading back to the house. Once safely back in the kitchen, she ripped open the envelope to find a folded white A4 sheet of paper ... another note, this one typed:

"Thank you. I was very pleased and excited to see you wearing your white trousers for me. I particularly liked the fact that I could see your white panties through the material of the trousers ... that was a real turn on. I think we could have a lot of fun together!

Would you do me a big favour? Please put a pair of your panties on the table on the terrace for me. I'll return them to you of course ... although I can't guarantee that they'll be in the same condition as you left them in!"

Katya was shocked - he had to be joking! There was no way that she could leave a pair of her panties for him ... could she? What if Andrew caught her? Did he mean clean or used panties? Oh my God, what was she even thinking of?! She thought of the plain black cotton bikini style panties that she had put on that morning. They weren't exactly sexy. She couldn't believe that he would find them much of a turn-on. Maybe she should go ahead and do it? For once in her life, just do something completely out of character and take a risk? She was torn in two.

On the one hand she knew that it was crazy. She was happily married for goodness sake and nothing would ever come out of giving this pervert a buzz by giving him her panties. On the other hand, she was turned on and buzzing in excitement like she hadn't been for some time. This was turning into a real kick. That was when she decided that she was going to do it. In the blink of an eye, the decision was taken. It wasn't even a conscious decision, she just suddenly KNEW that she had to go ahead with this - just this one time - and do something totally crazy and risky for once. And she would enjoy doing it!

Having set her mind to it, she went upstairs to the bathroom and stripped off. She was aware of her stiff and aching nipples and knew also that she was getting damp with excitement. There was no way that she would be able to hold this out all day long. On the other hand, she didn't have much choice. She stepped under the shower and stood there for a moment, enjoying the hot water streaming down onto her body as she automatically cupped her breasts, gently squeezing her erect nipples, causing an ache of longing before she soaped herself all over and rinsed herself off again. Once she had dried herself, she walked into the bedroom and rifled through her underwear drawer, eventually settling on a pair of plain silk bikini panties in a metallic grey look. Slipping into them, she wondered whether she could actually go ahead with the proposal. It was only as she pulled on her top that she remembered that she had left the note lying on the work-surface in the kitchen. Christ! She would have to start being a bit more careful - these notes were dangerous!

As she walked down to the kitchen, she thought again about the notes. They would have to find a better way of communicating than this. Maybe she could leave a note for him with her panties. Maybe he had an idea what they could do ...

***

He spent the whole day thinking about her. He simply couldn't get her out of his mind. His hand had been trembling as he wrote the note. This was a big risk. On the other hand, what could really happen? The only thing that might happen is that she tore the note up and didn't react any more. So what? The painful hard-on that he'd been trying to hide all day was telling him a completely different story! He REALLY wanted her to follow his instructions...

The day dragged on and on until eventually he could go home and wait for the night to come. For the time when he would get his answer - one way or the other.

***

Katya was in a real mess by the time Andrew got back from work. Mid-afternoon, she had changed her panties again because she was so damp and had put the grey silk panties in a small plastic bag and hidden it in the sitting room so that she could quickly take them out of her hiding place and put them out onto the table outside as he had asked.

After an uneventful evening, they both went up to get changed for bed. Then Katya made her move. It was dark outside and she slipped out of the bedroom while Andrew was under the shower and headed downstairs. She quickly wrote a note on plain paper and then retrieved the plastic bag from its hiding place. Placing the note inside, she quietly opened the door to the terrace, took two steps out to the table, had a quick look around and then placed the 'present' on the table.

With her heart pounding, she shut the door and fled back upstairs to bed where she lay there nervously until Andrew came out.

'Oh, I forgot to tell you, I have to leave a bit earlier for work tomorrow.'

'What? When?' Katya was aghast.

'Oh, not so early, I need to leave just before 6am.'

'Er. OK. I'll get up with you.'

'Don't be silly! I'll just get changed and head off to work and grab a coffee when I get there.'

'Er, OK.'

'Good night!'

'Good night.'

He turned the light off.

6am. Would that give him time to collect the panties? On the other hand, if Andrew wasn't breakfasting, there was little chance that he would go into the sitting room, let alone see the panties on the table. It would still be a bit dark then. She lay there in the dark wondering whether she should get up and take her panties back. She would simply die if Andrew caught her!

It took a long time for her to get to sleep that night...

***

The next morning she awoke to the beeping of Andrew's alarm clock. It had been a restless night with very vivid dreams about her having to perform all sorts of acts in front of a stranger whose face remained hidden in shadows. In some of them, Andrew was also there watching her and even urging her on. As it was, she was exhausted and nervous. She debated quickly getting up and checking to see if her present was gone, but that would only have made Andrew suspicious. She never usually got up with him when he went to work early and she wanted to give him no reason to think there was anything unusual going on.

He walked out of the bathroom already dressed in his suit, gave her a quick kiss and said goodbye before heading downstairs. She listened to him as he got his shoes out of the cupboard and opened the door that led straight out into the garage. The next sound was even more reassuring. It was the sound of the electronic garage door opening - as slow as ever - and then once the door stopped, she heard the car door open and close and the motor start. She listened intently as the car pulled out of the garage and drove off, the automatic door to the garage closing behind it. She sighed with relief, waited a minute or two to be sure that the car wasn't going to come back and then rushed downstairs, opened the door to the terrace and peeked outside. Gone!

She slammed the door shut and leaned against it, her knees shivering in nervous tension. She took a few quick breaths and then rushed upstairs, flung herself into the bed and pulled the covers up over her face. As she lay there, one single thought kept circling through her head. She'd done it! She had actually gone and done it! She, the absolutely straight housewife had given a pair of her worn knickers to an absolute stranger! Her nipples stiffened in excitement. She thought about him picking them up, taking them out of the bag and feeling the soft silk between his fingers. She felt herself moisten and swell and slipped one hand down between her thighs. Maybe they were even still slightly damp! Then she thought about him holding them up to his face and rubbing his face in them, revelling in the feel of her silky panties against his face, breathing in the scent that they carried. Her scent. Her excitement. He would know now that she was excited by what he was making her do. What would he do now? How would he react?

Her finger slipped between her now wet and swollen lips and she started letting her middle finger move in small gentle circles over the nub of her clitoris. She was already close to climaxing, the excitement of the last few days had kept her bubbling along and now there was no holding back. As the first wave of her orgasm hit her, she pressed two fingers down hard against her clit and arched her back. Biting her lip to control herself she shuddered as the excitement subsided as quickly as it had arrived. What on earth was going on here? She had never come like that before! She flopped back onto the bed and closed her eyes. Before she knew what had happened, she had fallen asleep again. A deep dark sleep this time, undisturbed by any dreams.

***

With the plastic bag tucked safely in his pocket, he pulled into the underground car park at work. Checking first that no one was around, he pulled the plastic bag out of his pocket and slipped his hand inside. He reached in and pulled the grey silk bundle out. As he did so, a small white piece of folded paper fluttered out and landed on his lap. A note! He tucked it into his shirt pocket for later and opened the silk out until he could see the panties properly. They were of grey silk and had a lace front panel and had a narrow frilled rim along the legs and waist. Holding them up to his nose, he sniffed the silk and was rewarded with a heady mixture of Katya's perfume and her own scent. He was now convinced that she was also turned on by their 'game'. He certainly was - he already had an erection! What had she written? He was about to take the note out when he decided to leave it for now. He put the panties back in the plastic bag and hid them in the front compartment of the car. 

He climbed out of the car, grabbed his bag and coat from the boot, locked the car and headed up to his office, draping the coat over his arm in front of him to hide his erection. Once in his office, he sat down at his desk and started up his laptop. Fortunately it was so early, that there was hardly anyone around. He took the note out and unfolded it.

"Here are my panties as promised. They may be a little damp as I wore them for you this morning! It is too dangerous to keep writing me notes - my husband might find one of them. Is there any other way that we can communicate?

Ps. What are you going to do with my panties?"

Yes! No sign of her not wanting to go along with it! She even wanted to talk to him! That was good, but difficult. The easiest thing to do would be to use email. He could create two anonymous email accounts. Then he would just need to give her the information that she needed to access her account. That would work. He quickly opened his browser and set up two accounts, calling hers doit4u16@ymail.com. The password was easy - grey silk! OK, now all he needed to do was to set up another account for himself and write instructions for her on how to access her account. He could hardly wait. He hid the note in the drawer of his desk and locked it, wondering how far she would be prepared to go.

***

Katya was beginning to get a bit worried. The whole day had passed and she now lay in bed in the dark wondering whether something had gone wrong. There had been nothing in the letterbox for her - she ought to know, she had certainly checked often enough! When she thought about it sensibly though, it seemed reasonable that he wasn't always able to respond so quickly. Anyway, she would rather he was cautious than risk making a mistake and Andrew finding out. Still, just the thought that there was a stranger out there somewhere with a pair of her panties, made her more than a little nervous and - she had to admit it - excited. With a sigh, she rolled over on her side and tried to free her mind of such ideas until she finally fell asleep.

She awoke the next morning to the sound of Andrew getting out of bed. She lay there quietly until he had finished in the bathroom and gone downstairs before getting up and having a quick shower. She dressed quickly and was just in time to kiss Andrew goodbye before he headed off to work. Once he had gone, she made herself a cup of coffee and sat there wondering how long it would take for her 'secret admirer' to get in contact with her again. Finally, she could wait no longer. She downed the rest of her coffee and went out to the letterbox. Opening it up, she grinned as she saw another note lying there. She snatched it out, locked the letterbox and headed back to the house. She wasn't even in through the front door when she opened the note and read it.

"Dear Katya,

Thank you for your panties - they really are very pretty and even still smell of you - lovely! I may tell you what I will do with them at some time but I agree with you, we need to find another way of communicating with one another. I have created an email account for you. You will need to go to the following site www.ymail.com and go to the 'free mail' page. I have created an account for you - doit4u16@ymail.com - with the password grey silk. If you log in with these, you will find a message waiting for you. I hope to hear from you soon.

Secret Admirer"

As soon as she had finished reading the note, she rushed upstairs and started her PC, cursing the Microsoft operating system that always seemed to take hours before it started (or even stopped!). As soon as it was ready, she logged in and started her browser. Within seconds she was opening her mail account. Sure enough, there was a mail from secret.admirer63@ymail.com. She clicked on it and opened it up.

"Welcome Katya!

At last we will be able to communicate with one another. I have to say that it is a big turn on having a pair of your worn panties here in my hand. I have been stiff all day thinking about the fact and about you. Will you do it again for me? I would love to have another pair of panties from you. Now that I know what size you wear, maybe I could even buy you some new ones as a replacement. Would you wear them for me?

Yours, secret admirer"

With trembling fingers, Katya clicked on the reply button and started to write.

"Hello secret admirer!

Who are you? Why have you chosen me? This all seems very one-sided ... I have done everything that you have asked, but I don't even know what you look like or what you are called.

I would like it if you bought me some more underwear, but before I do anything else for you, I want you to tell me what you have done or intend to do with my knickers."




Secret Admirer



Before she could change her mind, she clicked on send. So, now she just had to wait to see how he answered.

***

It was late afternoon before he had the chance to check the new mail account and even then he was a bit uncomfortable with the idea of doing it from work. He had no idea whether or not the mail traffic was screen or logged and would have great difficulties in explaining the type of mails that he was writing.

It seemed to take ages before the web mail page opened up. Sure enough, along with the usual spam, there was a new email waiting for him from doit4u16@ymail.com. He waited a few seconds, enjoying the nervous tension that he felt in anticipation of what Katya had written. Hopefully he wouldn't be disappointed.

Finally he clicked on the mail to open it ... and grinned. He read the mail through a couple of times, revelling in her response, especially her comment that he should buy her some underwear and then started typing ...

***

By the time she'd finished all of her chores, it was getting pretty late. Andrew would be arriving any minute now, but she was so curious that she decided to risk checking her mails to see if her 'secret admirer' had answered her mail or not. If the worse came to the worst, she could quickly shut off the PC. A few minutes later she was opening her mail to find one new message waiting for her. She quickly double-clicked it open and began to read.

"Thank you for writing to me so quickly - I was worried that you might not answer.

First of all, I will not tell you my name ... at least not for now. I think that it is better for now if we leave it like that. With regards to what I look like, I will send you a photo of me tonight if you like. I can't do it at work for obvious reasons. 

Why did I choose you? Well to be fair, this is the first time that I have ever done anything like this and almost certainly the last time I ever will do. I chose you because I happen to think that you are one of - if not - the most attractive women I have ever seen in my life. You turn me on like crazy. Which kind of brings me to your next question. What am I going to do with your panties? That really is a good question, but I'm not sure that I am prepared to answer it yet in case I scare you off! But be warned, if you do want to know the answer, I will tell you the truth ... and in detail! You might not really want to know the answer! If you still want to know, then write me a quick email and I'll tell you the truth.

Talking of the truth, there is one question that I would like you to answer me (truthfully): does this 'game' turn you on?

I have decided that I will buy you some new panties but it may take a couple of days before I can get them to you. I hope you can wait!

I look forward to hearing from you again soon ... and maybe a new pair of panties??

Secret admirer

PS. Don't forget the panties for me"

Katya flushed red and clicked on the 'reply-to' button. Just as she did so, she heard the garage door opening. She quickly closed all the windows and shut down the PC again. Taking a few deep breaths to calm down again, she walked down the stairs and greeted him with a big kiss and a hug.

'How was everything at work today?'

'Oh, fine. The usual up's and down's. And how was your day?'

'Not so bad, thanks. Have you eaten?'

'Yes. I grabbed something at work. I'm going to have a quick shower and then crash out in front of the TV if that's OK with you.'

'Of course.'

As he disappeared upstairs, Katya thought briefly about quickly answering the mail, but decided that it was too risky. She would wait until he was entrenched in front of the TV and then she could go upstairs to her PC. There was no danger of her being disturbed. Once Andrew was watching TV, he would stay there for a good while.

One hour later and Andrew was watching television downstairs. Katya closed the sitting room door and headed swiftly upstairs and switched her PC on. Silently cursing the thing for taking so long to start, she finally managed to get back into her mail and started writing her reply.

"Hello!

I don't know how long I will be able to stay online tonight so forgive me if I have to disappear at short notice. Thank you for your mail. You have made me even more curious than ever. Now I really do want to know what you are going to do with my knickers. Please tell me!

About your question ... OK, if we are being really truthful, then yes, it does turn me on. I have to admit though that it is also very scary. Scary because I don't know who you are - you have the potential to ruin my marriage which is the last thing I want - but also scary because the whole thing is exciting. It's difficult to answer.

I look forward to having a picture of you! I don't know when I can give you some more of my knickers ... you have to answer my question first!"

With a simple click the mail was gone. Now all she could do was wait.

***

Sitting on his sofa, he plugged in his laptop. Ah, the wonders of WLAN! Perfect for idle buggers like him. Waking his laptop from hibernate, he was quickly online and opening his new mail account. Sure enough, there was a mail waiting for him. As he read what she'd written, his cock started stiffening once more. He'd been thinking about how to play this on the way back from work and now he knew just what he would reply. This would be the next 'make-or-break' point and he wondered how she would react to what he was about to do...

***

It was about 40 minutes later when the mail arrived. She could see that there was an attachment, so maybe he had kept his word and sent her his picture after all. She opened the mail and was just about to open the attachment when she saw the first line:

"DO NOT OPEN THE ATTACHMENT YET!

Before you open the attachment, I want you to do the following..."

There followed instructions on how to set up a Ymail chat account. She followed each step and finally after a little trial and error, she got the account up and running. To her surprise, nothing happened, so she looked back at her email.

"When you have got chat set up, I will be able to contact you and 'talk' to you in real time. Make sure that you only start it when you are alone. That way I will know when I can contact you and when not. Now, if you want to, you can open the attachment and tell me what you think! My user name is the same as my email address."

Wondering why he was making such a big deal of it, she clicked open the first attachment. A picture burst onto the screen, filling it completely. At first, she couldn't make out what she was seeing, other than that she was looking at grey shiny material - her panties. She scaled the size of the picture down and flushed bright red. On the screen was a close-up picture of her panties draped over a very hard penis! She nervously looked to the door, automatically checking that Andrew wasn't anywhere around.

This wasn't what she had expected at all! She couldn't believe what this guy was doing to her. She quickly switched to her chat program and gave in his name. As soon as the window opened, she typed in 'hello?' and clicked send.

'Hello there!'

'Hello! That wasn't what I was expecting at all!'

'I hope I haven't put you off for good?!'

'Er, no. I just...'

'Just?'

'Well, it was a bit of a surprise that's all.'

'Do you mind?'

'No, I don't think so.'

'Did you like the picture?'

Katya hesitated. Did she like it? That was a tough one to answer. Deep down inside her, a little voice cried out 'yes' but she was scared to admit it. On the other hand, she had already decided that she would like to be more adventurous and what better time than now, with a complete stranger? More text appeared on the screen.

'That bad huh?'

'No, it's OK. I'm thinking about your question ... the truth is that I guess I do like it.'

There! Now, she'd actually admitted it and it was out in the open.

'Would you like to see another one?'

Once again she blushed and checked the door. She could only hope to God that Andrew wouldn't walk in on her.

'Yes.'

A message appeared on the screen telling her that the user wanted to share photo's with her. She clicked on OK. To her surprise, another photo appeared, this one was tiny. She peered at it but couldn't make out very much at all.

'I can hardly see what it is showing - can you send it to me by mail again?'

'Click on the thumbnail, on the small picture'

She did so and the picture expanded to full size. This time the panties were pulled tight over the erect penis and a hand was clutching them around the stem of the erection. Nice hand with no wedding ring or other means of identification. The soft material of her panties pulled down over the penis, she could pretty much make out the shape of the head. Almost against her will, she could feel herself getting turned on again.

'Do you like it?'

'Yes'

'So do I get another pair of your panties?'

'OK'

'Tonight?'

'Maybe. I have to be careful!'

'OK. But please try! By the way, what are you wearing?'

'Do you mean right now?'

'Yes.'

'I'm wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a pale pink T-shirt ...'

'Are they tight? The jeans?'

She grinned to herself. Cheeky bugger.

'Yes, very.'

'Nice! And what else are you wearing?'

For just a second she was confused by the casualness of the question. She grinned again.

'A white cotton bra - nothing very exciting I'm afraid - and pale blue socks.'

'No panties?'

'Yes, of course! And a pair of black cotton panties.'

'Are they damp?'

'You ask questions!!!!'

'Well?'

'Well, if you really must know ... yes, they are a little bit damp'

'That's good - I wouldn't want to be the only one turned on here...'

'Oh, I don't think that you need to worry on that count!'

'Would you do me a favour?'

'That depends. What do you want me to do?'

'Take off your bra - go bra-less for me.'

'What's the point in that? You can't see me!'

'True, but simply knowing that you are sitting there bra-less in a pale pink T-shirt for me ... with your stiff nipples visible through the material...'

'You shouldn't be talking to me like that!'

'Do you want me to stop?'

That made Katya stop for a second. The truth was that she was getting more and more turned on by this conversation and the fact that he was making lewd comments about her made it all the more exciting.

'Just a moment...'

She got up and walked to the door and quietly opened it. Peeking out, she made sure that no one was there. She could faintly hear the TV running downstairs. Good. She shut the door and walked back to the computer. Swiftly pulling her T-shirt up and over her head, she unclipped her bra and took it off. Her breasts tingled with excitement. Glancing down she had to grin; her nipples were indeed stiff, just as he had said they would be! She leant over the keyboard.

'Just so that you know, I have taken off my T-shirt and bra and am sitting here topless as I type this.'

'Wow, that is exciting! I would love to be watching you now! Are there any windows that I could look through :-) '

Katya suddenly grabbed her T-shirt and held it up over her breasts as she realised that she could indeed be seen from outside. She quickly slipped her T-shirt back on and tucked it in. She took a few breaths to calm down again.

'So now my T-shirt is back on again' She paused for a second. ' ... and my nipples are nice and stiff as you had hoped!'

'I'll let you into a secret ... you are not the only one who is stiff!'

'How about "if I show you mine you show me yours?"!'

She couldn't believe what she had just written!

'Fine by me!'

Katya thought quickly. Andrew was away the next evening travelling with work and wouldn't be back until the following day.'

'I don't have a camera with me and it is too dangerous at the moment because my husband is downstairs. How about tomorrow evening?'

'Er, that might work. I'm not sure yet.'

Suddenly she heard the door open downstairs.

'I've gotta go!'

She quickly switched off her PC and grabbed her bra from the desk and moved quickly but quietly out into the hall and down to the bedroom. Just as she got there Andrew came in.

'Hello, what have you been doing the whole time? I thought you'd come down to watch TV with me.

Katya could feel herself flushing. She turned to face the mirror above the washbasin.

'Oh, I was on the Internet and then I read.'

Just then Andrew looked at her with a gleam in his eye. Stepping behind her, he reached around and cupped her bra-less breasts in his hands.

'Mmm. Since when have you started wearing no bra? I've always wanted you to do that for me.'

Katya's already stiff nipples ached with pleasure as he played with them through the thin pink cotton. She leaned back against him, reaching behind her back to grab his bum and pull him closer to her. She tried to turn around to face him but he held her in place and slid one hand down to her crotch, cupping her pussy through her jeans.

'Andrew!'

'Open your trousers for me.'

Katya didn't care any more. She would do what ever he asked her to. She was so horny from her emails and the secret-admirers photo's that she needed some real relief and it suited her fine that her husband was in the mood too. She reached down with both hands and unbuckled her belt before undoing the buttons of her jeans. As soon as they were open, she started pushing them down and was soon joined by Andrew's free hand. After a short struggle, they were down far enough for him to cup her pussy through her panties.

'You're soaking!'

'God, yes! I'm feeling so horny!'

He let go of her for a second to drop to his knees behind her, where he proceeded to yank down her jeans so that she could step out of them. As soon as she had, he stood up and thrust his hand down inside her black cotton panties and slipped one finger between her swollen lips. Katya gasped with pleasure as the pad of his finger brushed over her clit. By the time he began lightly rubbing over her clit in small circles, she felt the tremor of an orgasm wash over and bit her tongue to stop herself crying out. Andrew felt her stiffen and smiled at her as her eyes opened in a mixture of shock and pleasure at her body's quick reaction.

'Wow! That was quick! You really were feeling horny, weren't you?'

'Were? I still am!'

With that, she span around and dropped down onto her knees in front of him. She quickly undid his trousers and pulled them down roughly, taking his pants with them and causing his erect cock to spring out in front of her.

'Careful baby, you don't want to...'

But that was as far as he got. Katya lowered her head and sank down greedily onto his erect cock, sliding her lips down his shaft until she felt the tip approach the back of her throat. Grabbing the base of his cock with one hand and cupping his balls with the other, she began to slowly bob up and down his shaft. Every time she pulled back, she would pause slightly until her lips were just around the base of his crown. Then she flicked her tongue over his tip, causing his cock to twitch in excitement. Within a few minutes, Katya felt the first twitches of his cock and knew that he was not far away.

Andrew could feel himself coming and called out to warn Katya, knowing that she never liked him to come in her mouth.

'Katya, careful! I can't hold back much longer!'

To his amazement, she pulled back until she was just holding the crown of his cock in her mouth. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and started masturbating him, his foreskin slipping over the crown of his cock as her tongue lapped away at him. This was more than he could take.

'Katya!'

His pent up excitement exploded out of him as he came. Katya pushed her head down onto his cock and felt his hot cum spurt out against the roof of her mouth. What was she doing?! She never normally enjoyed doing this, but she was so hot that her conscious self switched off and she revelled in the way his ejaculation slowly subsided and with it the spurts of cum that she swallowed down without a second thought. Only when it was all over did she open her eyes and pull away from Andrew, stunned by her own behaviour and turned on more than she had been in a long long time. She only hoped that Andrew wouldn't notice anything different about her.

As she got stiffly back to her feet, Andrew took her in the arms and made to kiss her.

'Andrew, no! I need to brush my teeth first!'

Ignoring her protests, he simply leaned forwards and kissed her, tasting his own cum on her tongue as he did so. After a while they broke apart again and she took him by the hand, leading him to bed. Yanking the duvet off the bed, they lay down next to one another. Katya arched her back to let Andrew pull her T-shirt off and then sighed as he bent forwards to take first one, then the other nipple between his lips and play with each one with his tongue. As he did so, he slipped his hand down between her thighs and cupped her pussy through her knickers. The black cotton was soaked through.

'Hmm, you're very wet tonight.'

'That's how you make me feel.'

He moved down to her thighs and peeled the sopping panties down and off her legs. As he went to spread her thighs so that he could kiss her there, she pushed him over onto his back and sat up.

'No. Tonight I want to ride you.'

She crouched with one leg either side of his hips and took hold of his cock with one hand, guiding it towards her sex. Now she lowered herself down until the tip of his swollen cock was nestled between her moist lips. He pushed up to meet her but she pulled away, keeping him nestled at the entrance to her quim. She starts rocking backwards and forwards, taking just the head of his cock inside her before pulling back again, but somehow managing to keep contact with him all the time. With each short movement, the soft swollen head rubs against her clit and soon she is close to coming. 

Leaning back so that she can support herself with her hands, she starts thrusting down against Andrew's hard cock. With her eyes shut, she fantasises about her secret admirer, imagining him watching her. She imagined him playing with himself as he watches her, enjoying the way the skin at the top of her chest is rosy and sweat-covered, her small breasts bouncing in time with her thrusts. She sees his movements quicken as he gets closer to coming and enjoys the way he watches her ... she feels wanton, her legs spread and her pussy fully exposed to his view as she thrusts down onto her husbands hard cock. Suddenly it is all too much for her and her body explodes as she climaxes, her last thought being watching her secret admirer come for her.

She sags forwards and lay on top of Andrew, letting herself calm back down again. Once she had somewhat recovered, she kisses Andrew gently and rolls off onto her side and reaches out to turn off the light.

Embarrassed at her own thoughts, she reaches out to hold Andrew's hand.

'Good night.'

'Good night.'

***

The next day Katya slept in and awoke to find Andrew already gone. There was a note on the kitchen table thanking her for the previous evening and telling her that he would call her when he reached his hotel that evening. Although still slightly embarrassed at herself for fantasising whilst making love to her husband, she almost immediately felt the prick of curiosity and went upstairs to see if she has any new mail.

She was both relieved and excited to see that there was a mail waiting for her. It was short and to the point.

'Thank you for yesterday. I shall go out shopping today and see what I can find for you to wear. Can we chat this evening? If so, make sure that you have a web camera available - this time I want to see you too.'

Katya flushed red. He couldn't be serious - but he probably was! The big question was - could SHE go through with it? She felt a familiar tingle run through her as she rested her fingers on the keyboard.




Secret Admirer



'I'll see what I can do ... but I'm not promising anything. Don't forget to go shopping for me!'

She grinned and pressed the send key. So ... now she had the whole day to kill and was already feeling horny. She decided that she had to get out of the house and drove off into town to do her normal chores but found her mind constantly turning back to her secret admirer. Once she got back home, she packed away her shopping and looked at her watch. It was 4 p.m. - the day way starting to cool down but her body and mind were still afire. She made herself a cool drink and went out to the sun chair in the garden. As she lay there, she realised that she hadn't thought of her husband all day. The only thing she could think of was her secret admirer and what was going to happen later on that evening.

She felt the sun warming her through her T-shirt and light summer trousers and let her mind drift. Before she realised it, she was feeling really naughty and looked around her. The garden was fairly secluded and although the neighbours could - theoretically - look into the garden, she knew that they were seldom there at this time of day. With her heart pounding, she quickly pulled off her T-shirt and undid her trousers, sliding them off her legs, leaving her dressed in just a pair of pale blue cotton knickers and a skin-coloured bra. She dropped her clothes to one side and lay back.

She tried to convince herself that it was just like being dressed in a bikini, but the tingling in her pussy told her otherwise. On a wild whim, she sat up and undid her bra and dropped it with her other clothes before quickly lying back down with her breasts exposed. Her nipples immediately hardened and she closed her eyes as if she were asleep. The tightness in her nipples and the tingling of her pussy was getting stronger and stronger. She slipped one hand down and tweaked one nipple, sending streaks of excitement through her body. Unable to control herself, she led her hand glide down to her crotch, where she gently stroked herself through the thin cotton, which turned damp under her ministrations.

Suddenly she realised where she was and what she was doing. What if her neighbours saw her?! With a start, she sat up and looked around her, covering her breasts with one arm. Seeing that no one was around, she relaxed again and let her arms drop to her side. Her nipples stiffened in excitement as she sat there, naked from the waist upwards, dressed only in her pale blue panties. She snatched her clothes off the floor and picked them up before stopping for a second. Why not? With a grin, she looked around once again, making sure that she was alone before standing up in the middle of the garden. Holding her remaining clothes in one hand, she started to walk slowly and proudly back towards the house with her shoulders pulled back and her small breasts pushed out. Just for a second, she thought about stripping her panties off too and walking back naked before she chickened out. By the time she reached the house, her nipples were aching with excitement and her pussy was tingling with desire.

She raced upstairs and flung her clothes to the floor before flopping on the bed and closing her eyes. She thought about what she had just done and about the effect that it had had on her. She realised with more than a little surprise that she had almost WANTED to be seen as she had peeled off her clothes in the garden. The thought both scared and electrified her. She cupped one breast and felt her hard nipple between her fingers. 

The pleasure that shot through her body was so intense that it was almost painful. With one hand she continued to tease and pinch her nipples slightly roughly and let the other hand slip down between her thighs. As the tips of her fingers made contact with her pubic mound, she slowed down to play with her neatly trimmed pubes before pushing down further. Her lips were swollen and slippery with her own excitement. She thought back to the way it had felt as she stood in the middle of her garden, dressed only in her pale blue panties. As her fingers gently stroked and circled her clit, she imagined herself leaving the rest of her clothes on the sun chair and standing there in just her panties. She teased herself, letting her fingers run along her sex lips, almost but not quite touching her clit as she stroked herself. She imagined how it would have felt to turn towards the neighbours' house and slowly peel down her knickers, slipping them down over her hips and thighs before letting them drop to her feet in a small bundle. Her excitement rose at the thought of being naked out in the garden where anyone could see and she felt the first ripple of an approaching orgasm. Suddenly she stopped, her nipples aching and her pussy tingling with excitement. She lay there with her heart pounding and shivered with excitement. She decided that she wanted to wait before relieving herself. She wanted to make sure that she was feeling horny when her secret admirer contacted her later that evening. After relaxing for a few seconds, she clambered off the bed and walked into the bathroom where she showered, relishing the feeling of the tepid water running over her face and body.

As she dried herself off with her towel, she thought about what she should wear and how far she was prepared to go that evening. Her thoughts rocketed from one extreme to another. One second, she thought that she would tell her secret admirer that she wasn't going to play along any longer. The next second, she imagined herself doing everything that he asked and loving every second of it. In the end she decided that she would just have to play the whole thing by ear. She went into the walk-in cupboard and started rifling through her clothes before settling on a short navy blue skirt and a white top with spaghetti string shoulder straps. She pulled open her undies drawer and finally settled on a matching panties/bra set in white silk. Nothing particularly special, but very nice to wear and still sexy. Once dressed, she looked at herself in the full-length mirror and giggled. She looked almost like a schoolgirl in uniform!

She headed off to the office and started up her PC. Once she had logged in, she checked that there were no new messages and then set about making sure that the web-cam was working properly. Having finally figured out how it worked, she played around to make sure that she could control how much her secret admirer could see of her and found a way of displaying her own image in a small separate window. Just as she was about to stop, a chat window popped open.

'Were you waiting for me? :-)'

She grinned.

'Pure coincidence!'

'Shame! Are you alone?'

'Yes. Did you go shopping?'

'I did indeed. Just like I promised.'

'So what did you buy me?'

'Not so fast! First I want to know what you are wearing.'

'Hmmm. You mean I have to tell you what panties I am wearing?'

'Well ... I wouldn't say no...'

She decided to tease him.

'It's a shame that you are so far away, otherwise I could SHOW you what I'm wearing...

'That sounds even better! So are you going to tell me or not?'

'No, I've decided that I am not going to tell you...'

' :-( '

'... I have decided to SHOW you instead!'

She clicked on the camera activation button and waited until her picture appeared on the small screen.

'Wow!'

'Do you like it?'

'Hey you look like a really sexy schoolgirl! What colour panties have you got on?'

'Want me to show you?'

'YES!'

'You show me yours and I'll show you mine ;-)'

'Deal!'

There was a short delay and then suddenly a picture of a man appeared on her screen. He was visible from the knee to mid-chest and wearing a pair of tight faded jeans and a tight white T-shirt. He was slim and sexy and Katya felt herself getting turned on as she watched him. She shifted uneasily in her chair.

'Take off your T-shirt for me.'

She watched as the figure pulled his T-shirt out of his jeans and peeled it off his body to reveal a tanned hairless chest. Yes, very nice.

'And now the jeans'

'OK, but first I want to see what you are wearing under that skirt.'

Katya swallowed nervously. Now was the moment of truth. She checked that the camera would capture her movements and then she lay back in the chair and slowly pulled up her pleated skirt to reveal her white silk panties. 

'Very nice, but you need to reveal a little more than that ... I can hardly see your panties!'

Katya turned around and knelt on the chair before flipping her skirt up over her bum.

'That is MUCH better. What a cute bum and those bikini panties are just my thing ... although I prefer coloured ones myself.'

'Your turn!'

His fingers unbuttoned his tight jeans and then pushed them down his thighs, revealing a pair of thin, red, boy-shorts. Even now it was apparent that he was turned on by the situation and Katya flushed in embarrassment and excitement as she eyed his bulge. Text appeared on the screen.

'So now I really want to see your panties ... and how about taking your top off for me?'

Katya flushed red at the thought, but at the same time a wave of excitement coursed through her body. Her nipples were fully erect and she could clearly see them through the thin white top. She adjusted the camera so that it was pointing down towards her waist. Next she slid her shoulders back to rest against the back of her chair and then spread her legs as far as the chair would allow. In this position, her skirt was still covering her so she reached down with both hands and put them on her thighs, just below the rim of her skirt. Now she slowly inched her hands back up towards her hips, watching her own image as her white silk panties gradually came into view.

In the other window, she saw her secret admirer shift slightly to get more comfortable as his bulge grew bigger. She noticed how the bright red material had become shiny as it stretched over the head of his now obviously-erect cock. As she watched him swell in his boy-shorts, Katya felt another flush of excitement pass through her and decided to tease him a little more. She reached down to the zip at the side of her skirt and undid it before lifting her bum and pulling the skirt out from beneath her.

'That is MUCH better ... now I can see your panties properly!'

Katya flushed with excitement. This was really getting to her again, she could feel herself getting more and more turned on by the situation. She glanced back at the screen as more text appeared.

'Why don't your spread your legs for me Katya? I would really like to see your pussy under that white silk!'

Without a word of protest, Katya slowly spread her legs, watching on the screen as she saw the white silk pull tight against her pussy as her legs separated. She kept moving her legs apart until the outsides of her thighs were pressed against the armrests of the chair. On the screen, she saw how the silk shone under the lights of the office and noticed how the valley of her lips made a shadowy cleft running up her sex. With a flush of excitement, she felt her panties getting damp with excitement and suddenly she knew that she had gone too far. She was so excited that she knew that she would do whatever her secret admirer asked of her.

'What about taking your top off for me?'

Katya moved to sit up in the chair when more typing appeared on the screen.

'No wait. I have a better idea. I have a present for you.'

'A present?'

'Yes. In the usual place...'

'Wait a moment...'

Katya rushed downstairs and opened the sliding doors to the veranda. Lying on the wooden table was a small plastic bag. She picked it up and returned to the sitting room, pulling the door shut behind her. In the bag she could see some brown, grey and green material. She pulled the bag open and pulled out the contents, placing them on the nearby sitting-room table. 

Picking up the brown-grey material and unfolding it, she saw that she was holding a pair of silk bikini-style panties and matching bra in her hands. Both items were lined with a narrow black-frilled fringe. The material was in a leopard-skin print and shone in the sunlight streaking in through the French windows to the terrace. She turned to the green underwear. As she unfurled the small bundle, she immediately saw that it consisted of a turquoise green thong and a small half-cup bra. However, that was not the only thing that was different about this underwear ... the material was so thin that it was almost completely see-through!

Once again she felt a thrill of excitement run through her and a wicked though popped into her head. Taking the undies with her, she walked out onto the terrace and cautiously checked if anyone was to be seen. Before she could back out again, she reached down and took hold of the bottom of her white top and peeled it up over her head. Immediately, she reached down and pulled down her soaking wet white silk panties and stood there for a moment, stark naked. With a grin, she lifted her arms out above her head and slowly spun around, aware that if anyone were watching, she would be offering them the perfect view of her naked body.

Taking hold of the green thong, she stepped into it and pulled it up. She now slipped into the bra and immediately noticed that the short half cups not only supported her small breasts, but also pushed them up slightly, making her cleavage appear slightly bigger than normal. The bra felt strange - she felt both dressed and undressed. The bra stopped just below her nipples, which jutted out erectly over the top of the green-blue material. Looking down, she noticed that the panties were effectively little more than window dressing - they were so transparent that they simply added a turquoise green hue to her neatly trimmed pubic mound that could clearly be seen through the material of her panties. One thing is for sure; she certainly knew why he had chosen THESE undies for her! She might just as well have been naked. On the other hand, wasn't that exactly what she planned to do anyway? She grinned and shimmied out of the green underwear and slipped into the other set.

This, by contrast, was almost conservative. It was a plain bikini-style matching twin set and although her nipples could clearly be seen jutting through the silk fabric, there was little else being exposed. On the other hand, the silky material on her wet pussy was doing little to calm her down and she knew that the panties were getting damper by the second. Time to go back and have some fun.

She went back up to the office, carrying the turquoise undies in her hand. With a quick glimpse at the screen to make sure he was still there, she moved over and sat down in the chair, zooming the camera in a bit so that her leopard-skin panties filled the screen. So far so good. They were no more revealing than her previous underwear and so she quickly spread her legs in front of the camera and watched how the material folded around her damp pussy to clearly highlight her swollen lips. She glanced over at the text that appeared on the screen.

'Very nice, just how I had imagined them!'

She zoomed the camera back so that he could now see the whole of her body. She became extremely aware of how her nipples had hardened under the silk-print of her bra and how her pussy was becoming damper and damper.

'Wow! How about the other set? Do I get to see them too?'

'Of course ... just a second...'

She clambered out of the chair and moved out of the sight of the camera lens. Stripping off, she picked up the turquoise green undies and pulled them on. In her current state, there was no denying that she was turned on. The material covering her pussy dampened immediately and clung to her moist lips. The material was now little more than a turquoise shimmer that highlighted rather than hid her swollen sex. The bra was little better. The soft material clung to her small curves and clearly revealed her nipples - this was almost like being naked! She paused for a second and then, avoiding the camera lens, she typed a message to her secret lover.

'Er, I'm not sure about this ... these are VERY revealing!'

She waited as the reply appeared on the screen.

'OK, how about if I help you with your decision?'

She watched the screen as his hands moved down to his red boxer shorts and slowly pulled them down, revealing his erect cock. Swollen was not the real word for what she saw ... he was fit to burst! She took in the shape and form, noting the swollen veins and the shiny purple head that was clearly gleaming with pre-cum. Now she knew for sure that she was not the only one that was turned on by the situation! Something went click inside her and she suddenly knew that she was going to take this a whole lot further ... there was nothing to stop her doing exactly what she wanted to with her secret lover. She would simply go with the flow and see where the journey took her!

She moved over and sat down in the seat, coyly keeping her thighs pressed together and keeping one arm covering her half-covered breasts. She was enjoying teasing him. This was fun.

'Hey, that's not fair! I can't see anything!'

'What would you LIKE to see?'

'Your panties for a start!'

'You mean like this?'

She opened her legs slightly so that just the turquoise green 'V' of her panties was visible in the shadow of her thighs.

'Not exactly ... maybe you could part your legs slightly?'

She spread her legs further so that a green-blue strip between her almost closed thighs appeared on the screen.

'That's getting better. How about if you spread your legs again like you did earlier?'

With a flush of excitement, Katya did just as he had asked and the wet material covering her mound was fully exposed to the camera. She felt another flush of excitement rush through her as she looked at her own image on the camera. The cleft of her pussy could be seen as a shadow under the transparent material, doing little to hide her sex from his view. She was just wondering what he was thinking when she saw a movement on the screen and flushed bright red as she watch his hand wrap around his cock shaft and then start stroking himself in front of the camera. Wow!

Some text appeared on the screen.

'That is just what I wanted to see. Do you shave your pussy? I can't tell - the quality of the picture is not good enough.'

'No, but I do trim my pubes. Why? Do you like shaved women?'

'Oh yes. I love it when a woman shaves her pussy.'

'Completely?'

Katya hooked her legs over the arms of her chair so that her panty-covered pussy was fully exposed to him. Without noticing what she was doing, she reached down and gently stroked herself through the thin material.

'Yes. I love a smooth pussy. Have you ever shaved yourself smooth?'

'Yes, just once.'

'And?'

'It was nice - I was constantly aware of being shaved because my panties or jeans were in constant contact with my ... my parts.'

'But?'

'No real 'but'. It itched like crazy when the hair started growing back again!'

':-)'

'Yeah - alright for you!'

'Would you shave yourself for me?'

'Er, I don't know. Yes, I guess. But how would I explain that to my husband? Would you like me to?'

'YES!! Do you really think your husband would object?'

'No, but I'll have to think up an excuse.'

She didn't even notice her slipping into future tense.

'That shouldn't be too difficult. Tell him you did it for him while you were turned on.'

'Hmmmm.'

'Now I want to see your breasts. Take your arm away.'

She simply did as he asked and let her arm drop to one side so that her bra-covered breasts could now be seen. Just as before, her nipples were clearly visible as they jutted over the thin rim of the half-cup bra. Katya decided to up the stakes and reached behind her to undo the bra completely and sat there wantonly, her legs hooked over the arms of the chair, her pussy hardly covered by the see-through material of her panties and her breasts completely on display. She smiled as she saw him stroke himself even faster, clearly turned on by what he was seeing.




Secret Admirer



I rode the bus to and from work every day. It was too much hassle to drive, and I enjoy the thirty minutes and the beginning and end of the day to rev up or down. Usually I read stories on Literotica. That morning it was a story about a woman being taken by a stranger. 

I was wearing my favorite suit: a black blazer with a powder blue striped shirt that showed just enough cleavage and a black skirt with stockings that showed off my legs. The story was hot, but the bus was crowded and I had to settle for rubbing my thighs together. I would love to have something like that happen to me, but who would be bold enough to actually try to take a woman like that?

It wasn't until I got into the office that I realized it was Valentines Day. Someone had given the secretary a big bouquet of flowers. I tried to suppress my jealousy as I walked to my office, empty of gifts. It had been a while since I had a boyfriend, and my past few dates had fizzled before we got the check. It would be nice to have some romance, I thought, but nowadays I just wanted a good fuck.

The work day was busy, so I forgot all about romance and stories as I worked. I was the head of sales for our mid-size company, and there was always plenty to do. It was past six and nearly dark by the time I left the office. The bus home was packed, but I slid along to the back in hopes of finding a seat. No such luck. I grabbed the nearest pole as the bus lurched forward.

I pulled the clip out of my hair and shook down my scarlet locks. A midday run had led me to throw away my stockings, but the cool wind felt good on my legs whenever the bus doors whispered open.

Midway through the ride, a man behind me stood up and brushed my side. Thinking he wanted to get off, I scooted closer to the pole. Instead of moving by, he squeezed closer. I felt a twinge of alarm as he placed his hand on the pole above mine. His other hand ran over my hip and down to the edge of my skirt. 

I pulled back, my heart racing, only to bump into his chest. I looked up and behind me, but all I could see was a dark suit and short hair. I swallowed, unsure if I should say something or just pretend he wasn't there.

He traced a line around my thigh to my ass, then gathered one cheek in his hand and squeezed. I gasped and lifted up on my toes. I came back down, rubbing against his obvious erection. He wrapped his other hand around me and pulled me closer. I felt blood rushing to my pussy. 

This felt so wrong, but I was still turned on. He reached inside my jacket and grabbed my breast through my shirt. He felt for the nipple through my lace bra and rolled it between two fingers. I bit my lip and suppressed a moan.

The bus stopped, and so did my captor. When the doors opened and the lights flipped on, I looked up at his face. He was a very handsome man, with blue eyes and a gentle, round face. He was smiling at me mischievously. I looked around. In front of us, the bus was emptying, but no one joined us in our private corner. 

I knew I should call out for help or try to catch the bus driver's eyes, but I was frozen, caught in a mixture of fear and lust. When the lights shut off again, he pulled his hand away from my ass. I felt him unzip his pants and release his cock, and my breath caught in my throat. I reached back and felt the long, cold tool. He put his hand over mine and stroked himself slowly.

"Would you like this inside you?" he whispered in my ear. I started to tremble. Who was this man? Why had he picked me? What if we were caught? Without waiting for an answer, he pushed up my skirt and pulled my panties down with one finger. He used his hand to guide mine between my now dripping folds. 

I lifted my hips to meet him. He dipped in the head of his cock, testing the waters, and then plunged in with his full length. A moan escaped me as he rammed into me at a rapid pace, still holding my breast in one hand and my hip in the other. I leaned my head against the pole, cool against my feverish skin, and surrendered to his assault.

I felt an orgasm building as he ravaged me. He lowered his head to bite my neck. His hand reached through my shirt and scratched at my flesh. A button popped away and my breasts fell into his palm. I could feel my panties twisting between my legs and my skirt rolling up my back. His dark suit felt soft and cold behind me. Suddenly he thrust forward, squeezing me against him, and I felt his cock throbbing as it shot his seed inside me. 

The dirty thought of being impregnated by this stranger sent me over the edge. I shuddered and collapsed backward in his arms. He held me for a few seconds before he gently withdrew and zipped himself back up. As I lowered my skirt and tried to fix my shirt, the bus stopped and the lights came back on. He grabbed my arm so I wouldn't fall.

"This is my stop," he said, letting me go. Speechless, I could only watch him step off the bus. Whistling, he turned and disappeared into the night. As the bus continued on, I looked for the cross street, wondering if I would ever see him again.

The next day, there was a box of chocolate and flowers on my desk. "Thank you for a pleasurable trip home," the card said. My heart jumped with a mix of fear and joy. My mystery attacker knew who I was and where I worked. Had he been planning this? Would I see him again? I had so many questions, but I had to get my day started. I hoped they would be answered on the bus ride home.



Secret Admirer at the A&P



The plain white #10 envelope had her name typed on the outside, and nothing else. Curious, Elaine pulled out the single crisp page.

"Dearest Elaine,

"How do I love thee? Let me count the aisles.
Nay first, let there be the produce section, especially the peaches,
so like your feminine wiles.
And your lips, so like raspberries
tempt me; there I would tarry,
beautiful one,
but for the cookies and granola, sweet as your smile
in aisle
one.

"How I would love to wake with you,
More welcome than the morning coffee in aisle two,
And like the cat food in aisle three,
we could be Frisky, just you and me,
that is of course if you would agree.

"Precious Elaine, lest you think I adore
only the notion of getting spicy with you, like the Mexican fare of aisle four,
please know I admire you: your brilliant command,
your sense of humour, even the way you drive,
Kind Elaine, if you would have me,
I would fall at your feet
in aisle five.

"Utterly smitten,

"Your Secret Admirer."

Elaine shook her head like an Olympic champion with swimmer's ear. What?!! Quickly she cast her eyes over the page again. As an assistant manager at the A&P, she had seen a lot in twenty-three years, but never anything like this. People had left nice notes in her mailbox from time to time, and certainly complaints. But a love letter? A poem, no less?

Carefully she turned the letter and its envelope over in her hands. There was no clue as to the sender. Any printer could have spit out the page. Well, there wasn't time to think about it now. She punched the clock and went to work.

The store was a real beehive for a Monday. The town's annual popcorn festival was in six days and all the vendors were placing last-minute orders for large quantities of food, food designed to feed masses such as the town rarely saw in one place -- maybe even hundreds. Elaine had her hands full, working the phones and the internet, dickering over last minute deals, quantity versus rush. The morning swept by.

Over her lunch hour she pulled out the mysterious letter. Who could it be from? Surely not her boss. She and Les had worked together for years. Anything flirty would have happened thousands of hours ago. There had been plenty of after-hours opportunities. But she didn't really suspect him. Not only was Les married, he was placid as a cow. Elaine simply could not imagine the man as "smitten."

Then she thought of Clark and Trent, the two high school kids. Nah, she thought. I'm old enough to be their mother. In fact she was very mom-like to them -- she had even hosted a graduation party for them and Lana, the other teenage worker, the previous month.

Now maybe that was it. With a start, Elaine realized she had been picturing the sender as male. Could a woman have sent the letter? She made a face. But I'm not gay, she thought. Anybody who knows me would know that.

One last thought occurred to her. Maybe it was misdirected mail, maybe the letter had been stuck in the wrong hole. After all with the festival coming up, there was a lot of confusion. Mix-ups were bound to happen. No -- she shook off that idea quickly. Her name was clear on the envelope, and repeated several times in the poem. The train of thought steamed on down the track -- maybe that was a clue, that the sender called her by her full name. Friends called her 'Laine or Lainey. She was not a formal person. Yet the sender apparently knew her well enough: "your brilliant command, / your sense of humour, even the way you drive."

She had no idea.

Tuesday slid by without further incident. The A&P was busy with moms and dads laying in supplies for the upcoming weekend. The last few Johnny-come-lately vendors came and went. Elaine had planned on that likelihood, and she was right. Decades in the biz had made her a salty veteran.

One of the teenagers watched in admiration as she handled a panicking customer. "No problem, Sal. We'll have your order in 48 hours."

"Way to go, 'Laine. You really had his number."

Elaine smiled at Clark. "Sal is late every year. I don't think he even knows he does this." Then she studied her employee a little more closely. Could Clark have written that poem?

"What's up?" He met her quizzical look.

"Oh, nothing. Hey, why don't you run out back for me and help that dairy driver?"

Clark nodded and took off. The kid would make manager one day if he wanted to. He paid attention and he knew how to hustle. His sneakers barked out a squeak as he zipped away.

It couldn't be Clark -- she was old enough to be his mother. Maybe she would never know. Maybe the whole thing was just a practical joke, a one-time thing.

But Wednesday morning there was another letter.

"Tender Elaine, more tender than the rib roast
swaddled in string in the butcher's case,
Allow me to tell you how much I adore you,
To be your lover I would boast,
If only I could speak these words of love to your beautiful face.

"Please don't think my words to you are just a trick,
they aren't. I would stick to you
like the display of school glue
in aisle six
and for your kiss, which would be heaven
I would not mind cleaning up 100 burst bags of sugar, flour, and cake mix
in aisle seven.

"Let me embrace you, let me whisper in your ear
how I think of you even when you are not near,
and how you do brighten my nights and days
with more wattage than all the light bulbs in aisle eight.

"Elaine, so badly do I want to ask you to be mine,
I would pile and re-pile the tediously slipping bags of jelly beans
in aisle nine.

"Completely Yours,

"Your Secret Admirer."

That's enough!  thought Elaine, and picked up the phone.

"Hey Krista, how you doin'? ... Fine, yeah, good here. Hey, is Barrett around? ... Yeah, I'll wait."

Barrett was a cop. They had dated in high school -- so many years ago! Many times Elaine had been thankful for his friendship. Besides, of all the people she knew in town, he was the only one she felt she could talk to about this problem. If it was a problem.

The black-and-white pulled up in front of her house. "I'm so glad to see you!"

"Good to see you, too. What's up?"

Elaine firmed her mouth. "I don't want you to handle this professionally, just yet. But would you please tell me if I've got a stalker?" She showed him the letters.

To his credit, Barrett didn't laugh. Elaine watched his eyes. They were a deep brown, almost black, with long lashes that put her in mind of a deer. His eyebrows jerked up as he skimmed the lines.

"What do you think I should do?"

The policeman rubbed his five o'clock shadow. "It's up to you, Lainey. You don't want to file a report?"

"No, I'm not sure this is a person with malicious intent."

"Okay, then." He put the letters down on the coffee table. "If you don't want me to act on this, I can only suggest you take basic precautions." He ticked them off on his fingers. "Don't walk alone at night, don't close up the store by yourself, do make sure someone you trust walks you to your car. Do keep your doors and windows locked. Don't go giving out your personal information over the internet. Although this character sounds local...who do you think it is?" He looked her directly in the eye as he asked.

"I guess I just thought it was someone at the store, some employee."

"In that case don't let yourself wind up alone with any one person." Barrett stood up and headed for the door. He hesitated, then pulled her to his chest. "Be careful, 'Laine."

It was uncharacteristic of Elaine to drink, but that night at bedtime she had a glass of wine. The letters were spread out at her feet. She hugged her knees to her chest and read them over. It was someone at the grocery -- probably -- and someone who "admired" her. Calling Barrett had been the right thing to do, but somehow she just didn't get a sense that the author of these letters meant her any harm. The poems didn't strike her as creepy; they seemed rather sweet. A bit juvenile, perhaps. Along with the whimsy she detected a sort of puppy love. And the writer was intelligent.

Elaine set the letters aside and turned off the light. Her pillow made a comforting shape in her arms. Barrett's hug had teased her spirit and her senses. Thoughts of comfort and romance flooded in. It had been a long time. What would it be like, to hold someone again? Would she even remember how? Gently she caressed her breasts, but then, couldn't help laughing.

"Peaches."

* * *

"Most Precious Elaine,

"You know by now I have a yen
to call you my own. More so do I aim
to be your companion than
anything on sale in aisle ten.

"Besides I'm running out of aisles,
next is eleven,
and to wait any longer for your smiles
would be a mistake most graven.

"Fervent is my wish that you would meet me, Elaine,
tomorrow at the festival when the sun is highest in the sky,
that is noon, as in twelve, "aisle twelve,"
and you will understand why
I could not sign my name.
Into my secret heart I pray you will delve.

"Hopefully yours,

"Your Secret Admirer."

* * *

The popcorn festival glittered with shiny rides and sticky children. Elaine wore a big hat and sunglasses, like a movie star trying to hide in public. As if! People waved and called to her at every corner.

"Hi, 'Laine!"

"Hey, Lainey!"

She nodded and smiled and headed for the beer garden. The big open space was the single largest attraction of the festival. It was like stepping into a spotlight. Armed with a tray full of food, Elaine found an unoccupied picnic table. It was about 11:45. If she was lucky she might have time to floss before S.A. showed up.

A shadow fell over the table. "Trent!" she gasped.

"You don't have to sound so shocked, everybody comes here." Trent sat down across from her. 

They stared at each other. "You know, I never said anything, 'cause you're my boss and all, but you have pretty eyes. Why don't you take off those big glasses?"

"Like this?" She pulled the glasses away from her face.

"Yeah... I hope you don't mind me saying so."

"I don't mind..." At a loss, she added, "You, uh, you have nice eyes, too."

"Thanks. Oops, gotta go, there's my date." Trent waved at Lana, who was approaching from a few yards away. "Just wanted to say hi."

"Hi, 'Laine!" chirped Lana.

"Oh, yes, yes of course," Elaine stammered.

Trent gave her a funny look. "You feeling okay?"

"Fine! Have a good time."

This was foolish, this was absolutely silly. Elaine started wolfing down her bratwurst. She would finish her lunch and go home. She was too old for this.

In fact, why bother to eat? In a fit of pique, she grabbed her tray and jumped up from the table. As she swung around she bumped into somebody and spilled food all over his shirt.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay, it's okay," said Clark. "I've been wanting to get mustard on this shirt all morning."

Elaine laughed. "Don't tell me it's you."

"Me? Me what?" He looked like he didn't know what she was talking about.

"Never mind, forget about it." She was so embarrassed, she couldn't bring herself to grill the young man. Besides, what could she say? "Have you been writing me love letters?"? This whole thing was just ridiculous. Meanwhile this poor guy was dabbing at the food stains with a napkin, trying to win the hopeless battle. The shirt was ruined.

She tried to make amends. "Hey listen, I was going to meet someone here but they didn't show. Will you let me do something about that shirt?"

"You really don't have to."

"Please... I'd feel a lot better."

Clark shrugged. "What do you have in mind?"

"I'll buy you a new shirt, you can put it on at my house, and I'll put that one in to soak."

"Okay."

Elaine was thankful that he didn't argue too much. They picked out a festival t-shirt and walked the few blocks to her home.

"So who were you supposed to meet?" he asked.

A rueful grin crossed her features. "Nobody, I guess. How about you?"

"My date didn't show."

"Too bad! Her loss."

Clark smiled. "Thanks, that's nice of you to say."

"Well, you're a nice guy, and she's silly for not giving you a chance."

They walked up the three short steps and Elaine unlocked the front door. "You can change in the bathroom, right in there, and give me that shirt and I'll see what I can do with it."

"Okay." Clark disappeared behind the door and in a few minutes stuck his arm out. "Here you go."

Elaine plucked the soiled shirt from his hand and toted it off to the laundry. A few scrubs of BlastOff ought to do the trick. As she worked in the high-falutin' petro-chemicals, she thought, If it really is Clark, he'll say so now. Come up behind me with his shirt off, or something. Maybe he'll kiss the back of my neck...  Then she blushed for thinking of him that way.

Clark met her back in the living room. "Hey, since neither of our dates showed up, why not let's go back and enjoy the festival?"

"Sounds great!" Elaine suddenly felt better. So it wasn't her employee. The tension of the morning went away -- to hell with this stupid secret admirer business -- it was far better to just relax and have a good time with a friend.

And a good time they had. They rode the Zipper and ate junk food, in sage agreement that it was better to ride the rides first, and abuse their stomachs second.

"I threw up that way once," Elaine confessed.

"Really?" Clark laughed.

"Oh yeah. Half a dozen of us, back in high school. What a hurler."

They giggled and told silly stories. At Elaine's gentle prodding, Clark admitted he didn't really know what he was going to do next -- maybe take some classes at the local community college in the fall.

"You've got a lot of potential," she told him.

"Really?"

"You're smart and a good listener. That'll take you pretty far."

Her friend looked into the distance. "We'll see."

By sundown they were both worn out. Clark asked Elaine if he could walk her home. Something about the way he said it made her know. Smiling, she agreed. A look of understanding passed between them.

When they were away from the crowds, she asked, "Why didn't you tell me at lunchtime?"

"It was just that you seemed so tense... and all of a sudden I realized that in a way my letters weren't very thoughtful."

"No, no, they were very sweet..."

He smiled at her sideways. They were walking down the sidewalk now, almost to her house for the second time that day.

"I'm glad you enjoyed them. I've been wanting for a long time to ask you to go out with me, and I couldn't figure out how. Then the letters, you know, seemed like a cool idea. But when I saw you at noon you looked so unhappy -- and I didn't want to be the cause of that. I just wanted to spend time with you."

"And so you did." They were on the front steps of her house.

He faced her. "And so I did."

He took her face in both of his hands. "Oh, 'Laine, give me a chance," he whispered. His kiss was warm and lasting. Elaine drank him in. They held each other in a soulful embrace. At last she pulled away from the onslaught of gentle passion and rested her cheek on his chest.

"I can't, we can't..." she whispered.

"Why not?"

"Because you work for me!"

"Then fire me!"

"Okay," she smiled. "You're fired. Come inside."