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Send Ch. 02

By: big_brown_blowjob_eyes



Chapter 02

The morning after...

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Author's note:

This is the second part of my story 'Send'. Thank you to all those who read and enjoyed the first part and encouraged me to continue with the storyline. Let's pick up on the morning after the night before, so to speak...

J xx

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The diffused grey-blue light of dawn crept through the open curtains. Having had a rather restless night sleep, Jen stirred, drawing the covers up towards her eyes in an attempt to shut out the impending morning. 

Fragments of memories seeped into her half-consciousness. David appeared in her half-dreams. Piece by piece it came back to her; the picture message, touching herself, the accidental phone call late at night. Still, shame or no shame, a slow smile worked over her lips as she remembered. In the dim light of early morning and in her only barely conscious state the memories had taken on an almost dreamlike quality. Shifting her position in order to get comfortable, she turned and fluffed the pillow, enjoying the cooler fabric on the reverse side as she snuggled back down into the bed. 

Listening carefully for the tell-tale chatter from the children's room Jen smiled again. Silence really is golden when you're a mum; particularly at this hour. Besides, she wanted time to think, to absorb the events of the prior evening.

With a giggle she retrieved her phone from the bedside table and scanned through the messages they had exchanged the night before, reliving them. She lingered a moment on the picture he had sent her. She imagined how that thick cock would feel in her hands, between her lips, on her tongue. Silky smooth and rock hard all at once. Eyes half closed she absentmindedly rolled her middle finger over and around her swollen clit then brought her fingers to her lips and licked them clean. In her mind she was licking a drop of sweet pre cum from the tip of David's gorgeous cock. She longed for it, to see his face as she looked up at him, his cock between her soft lips. 

The throbbing between her legs intensified, in time with her rapid heartbeat. She could hear the blood rush in her ears with every beat. Without even realising she had slipped her fingers between her smooth wet cunt lips again and was slowly rubbing her clit, round and round, once, twice, three times, then pinching it between finger and thumb. Again, over and over the same pattern, round, round, round and pinch, faster and faster. She gasped for breath as the tightness in her belly grew. The muscles in her tight pussy twitched and begged for a release from the pressure building there. Spreading her thighs wider, stretching as far as she could she plunged two fingers from her other hand into her soaking, dripping hole just as she went over the edge. Her muscles clamped down hard on her hand, in waves as she squeezed her clit hard, her hips bucking and rolling involuntarily. Wave upon wave washed over her, little tingles of pleasure spreading from her cunt all over her body, hardening her nipples to the point of pain. Her cunt gushed, moisture slipping down over her pink arsehole, leaving a growing wet mark on the sheet beneath her. 

With one last deep sigh she stilled, gradually regaining control of her breathing. One word escaped in a whisper under her breath, one name; David. 

She dozed for a few minutes, somewhere between consciousness and dreaming. Images of Him over her, his cum splashed over her breasts went through her head. Her phone vibrated, stirring her from her daydream. Another text message:

'Morning hun, how are you? Did you sleep well? I couldn't stop thinking about you last night...'

With a grin and a little shake of the head she whispered to the phone,

'Yeah, I'll just bet fella.'

However, deep down she was thrilled. She hadn't felt this kind of giddy rush in a long time, far too long if she was honest. At 27 she had been feeling prematurely washed up and past it. She decided she had missed this feeling and vowed not to let life get on top of her again. She actually felt her age for once, and sexy to boot. It was going to be a good day.

Her renewed optimism and confidence urged her on as she typed out her reply on her phone;

'Good morning, I was just thinking about you. Do you want to see what you've done to me?' 

Once the message was sent she returned to her thoughts, savouring the buzz she got from knowing He wanted her. She used the camera on her phone to take a picture of her sweet, sticky pussy, spread open with her fingers so he could see her juices still glistening, for him. She was swollen and red still; she was sure he'd realise what she had just done. She quickly sent the picture to him and waited nervously for his reply. 

She closed her eyes and let her mind wander. The nagging voice in the back of her mind was already beginning to worry her. This changed things for her. She had not let a man into her life since the split from her children's father; she had been with him a long time. She was not entirely sure what to do now, what her next move should be. In all honesty she was a little nervous about getting 'involved' at all now. How would any developments affect her kids? How on earth would she ever have the guts to sleep with someone again for the first time; two babies had taken their toll on her body and she just didn't know if she could face it. 

Fortunately the shrill beeping of her alarm cut through these negative thoughts and informed her that it was in fact 6.30 am and about time she got herself out of bed. Dragged so suddenly back to reality, it dawned on her that she was getting ahead of herself. She had had some fun with a good friend and there was no need to jump the gun so to speak. Besides, this was David; probably the person she trusted most of all right now. He made her feel safe. She may not have a clue what was going to happen next, but somehow she knew it would be OK. Whatever happened, it would be fine.

The nagging voice seemingly appeased by her reasoning she hauled herself out of the bed and quickly threw the covers back over it. That would do, no one ever see's her bedroom anyway. Although now... 

Softly laughing she admonished herself.

Now STOP that. It was a bit of harmless fun; don't go reading too much into it.

With that thought she crept quietly past the kids' room and into the bathroom.

With the bath just the way she liked it -- water just a little too deep and just a little too hot -- she settled herself back, being careful not to let the water spill over the edge of the tub. After a short but relaxing soak she began lathering up with the shower gel, lingering just a little longer than usual on all her sweet spots. A thought occurred to her. She had bought her phone in with her; it was there on the window ledge. Feeling a little naughty she sent;

"I'm just having my bath... thinking of you... again ;) xx"

She gave it a few moments and -- knowing full well he was at work -- sent another message,

"I'm supposed to be getting ready, but can't stop my mind, or my hands wandering though. My pussy is aching for you to touch it. I wish you were here x"

They weren't merely words either. Her spare hand was switching from squeezing her hard nipples to dipping below the water line to stroke between her thighs. Nor was she exaggerating her feelings right then. She really did ache for him. Already her body was building slowly towards another climax; she couldn't get enough while He was on her mind. However good this felt, she knew the inevitable orgasm wouldn't satisfy her this time. She wanted only him. 

The sudden buzz of the phone in her hand made her jump and the moment was almost lost; distracted just the moment before she would have cum. Frustration and a little annoyance flashed through her; though not for long. The insistence of her fingers and his words gave her the push she needed;

"You teasing bitch. I want to be there now, you looked so good, so wet. I want to taste you, now. Stuck at my desk now, can't stand up! I wish I was there too -- I'd love to slide deep into your wet pussy..."

Now the water did splash over the side of the bath, though this time she didn't notice, much less care. It was all she could do to keep her phone clear of the water as she writhed about in the bath, waves of another kind rippling through her body. 

A little later, sat wrapped in a fluffy towel on her bed she replied, simply;

"I want you. Badly."

It really was time she got dressed.

To be continued...

Send Ch. 03



The door to conference room B was closed. I took a deep breath and knocked. To my surprise, Marilyn swung it open. 

"Hi Tina, have a seat. We're just about to begin," she offered, holding the door open for me. 

Anxiously I peered in and spotted Jimmy seated at the long mahogany table with two other execs from marketing on the opposite side. He waived me over to sit next to him. Smiling tightly at everyone, I carefully slid into the chair to his left. 

"What the fuck?" I whispered to him, my annoyed tone coming across loud and clear. 

His shining eyes were creased in a mischievous squint. "You look hot," he breathed back while leaning into my neck. 

I frowned at him and crossed my legs, feeling ridiculous to have fallen for what seemed to be one of Jimmy's dry jokes. What was worse, I had no idea why I had been called to this meeting.

"So Tina," Marilyn began, "I know we don't usually bring you into a project so early, but Jimmy suggested that we try something new." 

He flashed me his brilliant smile and continued, "You see, we always conceive the direction on a new product, and then send it over to copy writing, leaving you guys to interpret what we want. I thought we'd try including you in the development of the concept, increasing the continuity of the process." The others nodded in agreement. "Here is an overview of the new cholesterol medicine we're working on." He handed me a folder. Marilyn passed everyone some demographic data and while she began to review it, I took a moment to familiarize myself with the material Jimmy had given me.

Sifting through the various documents describing the drug's effects, I came across a single word scribbled on a Post It note. ''Panties?" it read. The note sat on top of the pile of papers. 

Shielding it from view by pretending to flip a page, I jotted "FU" and kicked Jimmy under the table. 

Undaunted, he smiled and scribbled back, "Let's play. U want 2." It wasn't a question. He was telling me that he knew what persisted behind my anger and confusion; I did want to. It was crazy and exciting and I couldn't seem to help myself. 

With Marilyn talking about American men 45 to 60 and their typical eating habits, Jimmy wrote again, "Panties?" 

I responded, "?" and coyly looked away. 

He let his pen drop to the floor and crouched under the table to retrieve it. Without hesitation, I swiveled my chair and parted my legs just in time for him to catch a glimpse of my naked pussy. 

"Good girl," he wrote once back in his seat and drew an arrow downward. I followed its direction into his lap, which sported a distinct bulge. 

Across the table, Marilyn was droning on, "I think a testimonial focused campaign will be the best way to introduce the product to Seniors and that's where you come in Tina." 

I heard my name and snapped to attention. "Yes," I said blankly, hoping it was appropriate. 

"The testimonials will be authentic, but you'll be writing a bridge of sorts to weave them together." I nodded in turn, so distracted by Jimmy's hand stroking my thigh; it was the only response that I could manage. 

The whole thing was unbelievably insane! I was at a business meeting with my boss and two other guys across the table, with no panties on and wishing Jimmy could reach far enough to rub my clit. Unfortunately, there was no way that he could have and still keep a respectable distance between us. I shifted in my chair, aching for him more with every passing minute. 

A brief interruption, as Marilyn's assistant buzzed in on the intercom, allowed Jimmy to whisper to me. "Go ahead, touch yourself." 

Relieved from all sense of decency, and against any good judgment, I simply couldn't deny myself the thrill. As I slid my hand under the table, I knew he was sending me across a line from which I might never return. The adrenaline coursing through my body was unmistakably addictive and I began the naughtiest act of my entire twenty five years. 

I looked over at him, my brown eyes wide with disbelief at the knowledge that I had pulled up my skirt and was now running my finger over my swollen clit. He was staring off in the other direction, but I was certain he was imagining my actions under the table. The faintest of grins was displayed on his lips, which he slowly licked unconsciously several times. 

"Tina, did you hear me?" Marilyn asked, snapping her fingers in the most condescending way. 

"Oh, I'm sorry," I sputtered, my hand freezing in its place. Jimmy's eyebrows were raised inquisitively, amused to hear what my response was going to be. It was all too much. "I...I'm really not feeling well. Probably something I ate at lunch." My excuse was thin at best, but it was all I could think of. "If you don't mind, I need to step out for a minute." I said and got up to leave. 

Jimmy suggested that he take the opportunity to grab a copy of the testimonials he'd gathered so far and followed me to the door. I could feel Marilyn's eyes on us as we left and it made me even more uneasy. 

When we rounded the corner, out of ear shot or view, I stopped short and pressed my finger into his chest. "You are fucking crazy!" I seethed, my brow furrowed in a knot. 

He flashed me those white teeth of his and held his hands up in mock innocence. "Me? I'm not the one who was getting off in our staff meeting! You're the crazy one." I punched in the arm and stomped off. "Wait Tina, it was sexy as hell," he grabbed my arm, stopping me dead in my tracks. Brazenly he moved closer, backed me up against the wall and slowly brushed his finger sideways on my bottom lip. With a sharp stare directly into my eyes he told me, "You don't even know what you are capable of." Wet and full, his lips were so close to mine that I could feel his breath; unbearable. He continued in a slow throaty whisper. "You are a naughty girl." I nodded in agreement. "You like being naughty. You fucking love it." Oh God, I did. He was making me dizzy with his closeness. 

"What are you doing to me?" The words leaked from my mouth, as I helplessly stared at the floor. I hadn't been myself since last night. 

"Its all you Tina. I just opened the door and you walked in." Through my shirt, he cupped my breast and softly rolled my nipple between his finger and thumb. Then he swept his tongue into my mouth for a brief meeting with mine, so painfully short. 

"Do you think I can get you off by the time Marilyn expects me back?" He challenged. 

"I really hope so." I said, grinning at the proposition. Taking me by the hand, he led me into the men's bathroom and the end of the hall and applied the lock. 

We didn't make it much farther into the room. He wrapped his arm around my collar bone from behind and leaned against the closed door. His mouth was at my ear and his other hand had hastily pulled my skirt up to my hips. With it he stroked my pussy, running his fingers up and down the full landscape. He rubbed patiently, making me realize the detail of his motions in each place he touched. And while he continued, he began another mind fuck in a slow muffled voice. 

Before closing my eyes, I caught a glimpse of us in the mirror over the sinks. The sight of my naked lower half pressed against his business suit and his fingers running in and around my cunt, made me weak. I dug my fingertips into his taught thighs and began to visualize what he was saying. 

"I catch you playing with yourself at your desk. You have been thinking about my cock all day and how much you want to know it. You want to lick it and run your lips over it. From your chair you unzip my pants and pull it free. It's warm and hard and eager to feel your kisses. Your mouth is open over it and you are looking up at me with your beautiful brown eyes. I push your hair out of your face so that I can see your gorgeous mouth take it in. I let you have it, as much as you want. You show me how much you like it by the moans escaping you. I show you how much I like it by cupping you cheeks, so intent on not missing a stroke." 

I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to have a piece of him. "Please, let me have it." I pleaded, attempting to reach behind me to feel the hard staff impressing on my ass. 

His hand gained intensity in my crotch instead. "Nooo, baby. I am going to make you cum just like this," he cooed. "You are almost there aren't you?" He ran his tongue up and down my neck with his arm tightening above my chest. Then he continued. 

"My cock is swollen to its maximum now and ready to be inside you. Holding your hands, I raise you from your chair and turn you around. You climb into the seat on your knees and hold onto the back. Your ass is high in the air and so fucking round that I have to take a bite. And your pussy is drenched from waiting for me; the way it is now Tina. It's so wet that I want to savor your nectar, but you are begging me to fuck you and so I will." His fingers were rubbing my clit furiously now. 

"You turn to look over your shoulder at me as I enter you, with your mouth hung slightly open in pleasure. I reach under your body to your breast and gently squeeze each time I press you. Bearing down on my cock and spreading your thighs wider, you meet me in mid stroke. You know this is your chance, Tina and you take it. Making sure you get all of it, you roll your hips over my dick until you are streaming in orgasm. You love that dick. When I'm inside of you it only makes you want it more. Don't you want me inside of you Tina?" 

I moaned softly in agreement. "Yes, you do. You want it, Tina. Should I give it to you?" 

I moaned again. "You want my hard dick. You want it inside you." He repeated it over and over, rubbing and rubbing, not stopping until he escorted me into climax. 

I was limp for a moment in his arms and he nuzzled the nape of my neck with his lips, sending one last shiver up my spine. When I finally turned around he was holding a clean white handkerchief in his hand. 

"That was amazing." I said, loving the accomplished glint in his eye. Then, curiously I asked, "Who carries a handkerchief in this day in age?"

"Things tend to get a little messy around me." He said wiping his hand and motioning to my moistened thighs. "Would you like some help cleaning up?" 

I eased backward towards the sinks and he followed. After I rested against the counter, he reached around me to the faucet and dampened the corner of the cotton fabric. Next, he crouched down, his nose exactly level with my exposed vagina. Deeply, he inhaled, before beginning to tidy me up. 

When he was satisfied with another job well done, he folded it, and held it high. "Until next time." he said and sniffed it a bit before tucking it into his pocket. Then he winked at me and turned to leave.

"Wait, when will I get to see that cock of yours?" I asked, not liking the twang of desperation that invaded my voice. 

"That's up to you." He said lightly, not even turning around before exiting.

Alone now, I seemed to wake from a dream and found myself feeling incredibly vulnerable. I fixed my skirt and looked into the mirror. The familiar face stared back at me, flushed, with tiny beads of perspiration gathered at the temple. Still, it was like I was looking at a stranger. 

"What have I gotten myself into?" I murmured dabbing my brow with a paper towel and fixing my hair. A jumble of conflicting emotions tore through my gut as I stood there for a couple of minutes longer.

It was easy slipping out of the men's room. Thankfully, no one was in the hall. I checked my watch. It had been only 15 minutes since I left the meeting. With Jimmy, time seemed to crawl and every moment left a lasting impact on my soul. I was scared. Really frightened by the wild feelings and total lack of sensibility Jimmy seemed to conjure in me.

I decided not to return to the meeting. Instead, I hurried back to my desk and left word for Marilyn, my stomach was so upset that I needed to go home.



Send Ch. 04-05



Chapter 4

The sun shone high and flooded the day with comfortable warmth. I drove the route to my apartment, caught up in a replay of the last hour. Truth was, I didn't want to go home where I'd surely spend the evening wishing I was with him. Internally, my entire essence was twisted in knots. It was like I had eaten too many cookies, ended up with a stomach ache, but still craved more. 

To solve my dilemma, I decided to go shopping. A leisurely afternoon popping in and out of stores seemed like the just the right therapy for my one track mind. 

"I need a distraction from my distraction, how fucked up is that?" I mused about the irony of the situation. No way would I have imagined such a predicament. The car screeched as I hooked a U-turn and drove over to my favorite shopping district. 

With my panties now intact, I began to feel more in control. I turned up the radio and a smile began show on my lips. After all, the day's events had resulted in me scoring the afternoon off. Good ole reliable Tina, who hardly ever called out sick. I pulled into the parking lot of an upscale department store and decidedly focused on finding a cute new pair of shoes. 

The store was pretty empty; middle of the day on a Thursday left only a few housewives and retirees milling about the place. I made my way to the shoe department at a leisurely pace, meandering through the dresses and accessories. An adorable ribbon trimmed A-line caught my eye and after finding a size 6, I carried it along with me to search for the perfect set of patent leather peep toe mules to go with it. I was humming to myself by the time I reached the shoe department. Retail therapy was working like a charm. 

I've always loved this store for the service, and true to their reputation, a helpful sales associate was at my side in minutes. Positively Gay, and dressed impeccably, he seemed perfectly capable to help me find what I was looking for. Actually, he was ecstatic to assist me and together we had a ball trying out different options. I ended up with three pairs and upon his suggestion, headed over try on the dress with them before I paid for it. My charge card took care of the shoes, then I thanked him and walked across the floor to the dressing room. 

It was so vacant in the store that day that the dressing room was left unattended. With just the one item to try on, I walked right in. A-lines always look amazing on me and that dress was no exception. Anything that highlights my best assets is a keeper in my book. 

"I wonder what Jimmy will think?" I pondered, and twirled a bit to check it out from different angles. A surge passed through me at the thought of him; a wild feeling, incredibly addictive and becoming a little too familiar. 

My white blouse and pencil skirt hung on the hook behind me. Fresh excitement stirred, ushered by a reckless idea. Adrenaline is a powerful substance, as mind controlling as any narcotic. I was becoming a junkie. 

After removing my clothing from the hook and carefully folding them, I placed them in the bottom of the shopping bag containing my newly purchased shoes. The tags from the dress were stashed as well, and with a deep breath and tight smirk, I proceeded out of the dressing room and towards the exit. Not that I couldn't afford the thing. It was the danger of my stunt that had me moving stealthily towards the door. 

I spotted him before he approached me. A rather buff guy, with short neat hair was marching in my direction. Reflexively, I avoided his eye contact and kept walking, but his strides were long and he reached me at the glass doors. 

"M'am, I must ask you to stop." He displayed some ID for me and pressed the door, preventing me from opening it. "Come with me please." 

My skin crawled in chills and my stomach dropped. The trip down to the security office in the basement had turned my adrenaline rush into a full on anxiety attack. Shoplifting? How fucking juvenile. What was I thinking? My mind was racing with the consequences of my crazy exploit. While he prepared the necessary forms to record his investigation, I sat on the bench opposite his desk and tapped my heel nervously on the floor. 

"I'm going to search your bag now," he said, standing up. The office was small and stuffy. No windows and the air was stale. I was finding it hard to breathe. He unpacked the shoes and laid my clothes on the desk along with the price tags I had removed.

"M'am, are these the clothes you walked in with?" I nodded sheepishly. "Did you pay for the dress you are wearing?" He knew the answer and my silence seemed to be enough to confirm it.

Next to me now, he held out the hand cuffs. "I am supposed to place you in these until the police get here." Curiously, I sensed an air of apology in his voice. Was he attracted to me and hated to have to put me in such an embarrassing situation?

Softly, barely detectible, words of direction came from within the depths of my psyche. "You know what you need to do." It was Jimmy's raspy whisper. 

I looked more closely at the security officer. He was about my age, clean shaven and quite tasty looking really. A sweet face, with a fit and caramel colored body under his green blazer and company polo shirt. 

"Rodriguez, is it?" My voice was low and sultry, referring to his name tag. "If you put me in those cuffs, I won't be able to pay you for my mistake." I was slowly bringing my hand to his waist and stopped short just in front of it. Looking up with my head cocked slightly askew, I waited for his response. He was clearly shocked by my offer and absolutely uncomfortable with it. Uncomfortable but, not exactly dissuaded. His legs frozen in place, he leaned back as if to signal he did not hear what I had said.

I ran my tongue over my teeth with my mouth open just slightly. "You would like payment. Isn't that what this is all about?" I was gaining courage and dragged my index finger over his fly. Under it, I detected movement. "No one will ever know. Close the door, Rodriguez, let me see how big the bill is." 

His mouth was slack and he still stood immobile. I could see his mind racing, his eyes darting around my body. Inside, I felt a surge of power begin to burn my veins. With my eyes trained on him, I played at his zipper. 

"Close the door," I said again. It was more than a suggestion this time. Abruptly, he twisted at the hip and slammed the door shut with one swipe. 

I fished his semi-hard dick from his fly. It was sweet and manageable; not very large, but smooth with a faint smell of talc. Slowly, I closed my hand around it and stroked the full length of him. It grew with ease in my grasp and I reveled in the surges felt under his skin, predicting the release to come. My warm breath tickled his tip as my hand increased speed on his shaft. Playfully, I teased him further, holding my open mouth over the head, causing him to imagine the length of him buried in its soft wetness. In a matter of minutes his cock hung from his pants, spent and sated after I effortlessly made quick work of making him cum. Having very much enjoyed listening to his muffled groans, I was remarkably wet as well. I adjusted my panties upon returning upright and considered how handy Jimmy's hankie would be right now. After a moment, he hastily tucked himself back into his trousers. 

"Are we even?" I asked, offering my hand for a shake. He used it to help me off of the bench. 

"Uh...yeah, just get out of here, OK?" He was flustered and fumbled a bit at the door before he was able to open it. 

I grabbed my clothes from the desk and the bag of shoes. Just to top it all off, I leaned in to steal a kiss as I passed him in the doorway. This time he wasn't caught by surprise and invited my lips by extending forward. My tongue danced with his before I delivered a playful bite on his lip. 

"Pleasure doing business with you Rodriguez." He couldn't help but smile. Truth of the matter was; it had been my pleasure. 

As I walked to my car, I was completely aware of how uncharacteristically scandalous my behavior was that day. So far, I had risked my professional reputation and my freedom. Under Jimmy's influence, I was turning into someone I didn't know. Though the high it gave me was undeniably electric, I felt I needed to gain my bearings again. I committed to set some boundaries with Jimmy the next day; try having a regular conversation with him and turn my life back from inside out. 

I didn't call Sonya to tell her what had happened to me that day. She would have plainly told me to stop having anything to do with Jimmy. Looking out for me, she would have insisted it was the only sensible way to get out of the spiral I was in. She would have been right and I didn't want to face the fact that deep down, I wasn't ready for the rollercoaster ride to end.

***

I purposely emailed Jimmy as soon as I got in the next morning. It was my attempt to be in the driver's seat. 

"Yesterday was a bit over the top for me," I wrote. "I'm feeling like things have gotten out of hand. Let's try to keep it in our pants, OK?" 

Around 10:00 his reply came. "Nothing has come out of my pants, but I know what you mean. Don't worry Tina, I'll behave myself. What happened to you yesterday? You didn't come back to the meeting."

"Let's see, after you left me in the men's bathroom completely unhinged, I went shopping and stole a pretty new dress." He was the only person I could share my adventure with. 

"You did what? You are really crazy, I love it!" I could read the smile on his face.

"Yeah, well I almost got arrested."

"Arrested??!!"

"Forget I mentioned it. Do you have those testimonials I'm supposed to work on?" 

"They are attached to this email, but you are going to tell me what happened. You can't leave me hanging with a statement like that."

"Oh yes I can. I'm not going down that road again with you at work." I was certainly going to try.

"Then, how about tonight? Let's get together and you can tell me all about it."

I was still cautious. "I can only imagine the mischief you have in store for me, no thanks."

"If it will make you feel better, bring a friend. I was planning to watch the game with a buddy of mine, but I'd love to see you. We'll go to this little pub I know, Finnegan's, by the beach. Perfectly safe, I promise."

I told him that I'd have to get back to him about it. I wanted to see if Sonya, my chaperone, was available. 

Getting to work on those testimonials was my focus that day, as well as catching up on the items that had been waiting for me since the previous afternoon. One message I dreaded returning was Marilyn's. Begrudgingly, I picked up the phone.

"Thanks for understanding, I really felt terrible." I gave her the obligatory explanation.

"Glad your stomach is feeling better. Sometimes a trip to the bathroom just isn't enough." Marilyn is so fucking weird. "Jimmy told me that he sent you the documents you need to get started. I'll send you the campaign outline in a minute. Let me know if you have any questions." 

We hung up and next I dialed Sonya. Innocently, I pitched the idea of meeting up with Jimmy and his friend for drinks after work. "Do you think I would miss the chance to meet the guy you were telling me about? Hell yeah, I'll be there. What's his friend like?" She was down for the plan, as usual. My best friend could always be counted on for a good time. 

"I don't know. I guess we'll find out." I texted the address to her and got back to work. 

The day passed pretty quickly and I finished up several versions of copy for Marilyn to review. When Jimmy got the message that we were on for the night, he suggested that he drive us both over there. "It will give us a chance to get to know each other a little better," he reasoned, and I agreed since he promised to be a perfect gentleman. 

Five thirty, as arranged, Jimmy was at my cubicle. "My personal escort, timely and chivalrous," I joked.

"Not exactly how I had pictured meeting you here, but it will do." Despite the suggestive remark, he kissed me politely on the cheek with an innocuous peck. "Are you ready?" 

"Sure, let's go." I gathered my purse and we headed to the parking lot. 

"Do you like baseball?" he asked, making small talk in the elevator. 

"Yeah, actually I do. My dad used to take me to games at least twice a season. Growing up I was a diehard Met fan."

"Mets? Are you from New York?" he opened the door to his mini cooper convertible. Leave it to him to have a car a little left of center. 

"The burbs. I went to the University of Miami and just never made it back north again." The air was heavy from the thunderstorm that threatened above. 

"What was it like to live so close to the city? I grew up in the sticks of Michigan, not much to do there except drink beer and skip rocks." He seemed genuinely interested. Cruising down the highway, I was already enjoying myself. He laughed at my jail bait tales of sneaking into clubs with my sister's ID and the time we had to spend the night with the homeless in Grand Central Station because we missed the last train. "A bad girl, huh?" he poked.

"No, just innocent fun, really," I returned, the irony of my recent actions not lost. 

At the beach, waves were crashing the shore and a strong wind was snapping the flags above the Pub. Jimmy's olive skin glowed in the Amber light that filled the autumn sky as the sun faded. I reached for his hand, in a reflexive way, very much looking forward to enjoying the evening with him. 

Finnegan's was not exactly my usual kind of bar. It was crowded with forty year old sports fans, most with loosened neck ties and rolled up sleeves. I was reminded that the race for the pennant hang in the balance between the Marlins and the Braves. Drinks were streaming and it was quite noisy. 

"Over here!" A voice called out from the sea of faces. Jimmy waived back and pulled me through the crowd. Following an introduction, I had the opportunity to check out his friend, who was blond with water blue eyes and a great tan. 

"Lance runs the tennis program at West Palm Country Club," Jimmy offered, signaling a bar maid for a round. 

That explained his healthy physique and I imagined that Sonya would like what she saw as much as I did. "Must be great to work outdoors," I mentioned loosely, noticing that he had a tan line on his finger. When he recognized my stare, he held it up and lent an explanation.

"Ah yes, the old ring line. I'm separated, eight months now, but I only stopped wearing the ring last Wednesday." He sighed a little and circled his empty glass on the table, absently. There was a sadness still lingering in his voice.

"I keep telling him it's time to get back out there." Jimmy clapped him on the back for support.

"You're one to talk," he chided in return, piquing my ears for a glimpse into Jimmy's past.

"Isn't your friend going to join us Tina?" Jimmy asked me instead. "Nothing like a little female laughter to mend a broken heart."

"She's coming from across town, probably get here in a few minutes." I glanced at my watch.

"Tell me what's been going on with you man," Lance said, eager to catch up with the latest man gossip. Guys can be equally as chatty as girls, they just ramble on about different things. When the conversation turned to the price of gas, I looked at my watch again and excused myself to try Sonya on her cell.

"Hey, girl. I was just about to call you," she said sounding exasperated. "Some chick called out sick at the last minute and I have to wait until they find a replacement. I don't know how long I will be." I knew she hated letting me down.

"Don't worry, come when you can" I said, feeling comfortable enough in my surroundings and present company to feel like staying without her.

Whiskey shots were on the table when I returned and with a hearty "Salut!" We all slammed one back, and then another. The guys were impressed with how I was able to keep up with them. University of Miami practically has a course called How to Hold Your Liquor.

When the ball game started we all exuberantly cheered for the home team. Lance seemed like a good guy. Together, he and Jimmy had me cracking up with crude jokes and a few slap stick antics. But, it wasn't long before raucous curse words started to fly at the television screens from guys sitting around us. By the fifth inning the revelry in the bar had died down significantly. Marlins were down by eight and with two more games in the series, both the team and their fans seemed to chalk it up. Another inning with two more runs in for the Braves and Jimmy signaled for the check. We were all deep in the sauce by then, but the night was still young. 

Outside the storm had not come yet and the air was as thick as ever. Beyond the pub, twinkling lights from the broad walk reminded us that the carnival was on. Very, bored with the game and feeling buzzed from the beer and shots, the three of us thought it would be fun to check it out. I called Sonya again, only this time she didn't answer. On her voice mail I asked her to call me before she headed over. But, it was getting late and I doubted that she would make it at all. 

The carnival was kind of desolate; threat of thunderstorms seemed to keep people away that night. Though, that didn't stop us from playfully challenging each other to the games of skill and luck, dotted across the broad walk. Pushing forty or not, the two of them were like a couple of kids, thanks to the four rounds of drinks. When a water gun fight ensued after I beat both of them three times at fill-the-balloon, even I screamed with girly thrill. In the spirit of the moment, I strategically focused my stream at Jimmy's crotch, making it look as if he had pissed his pants. In response, he sprayed my top and instantly I was displaying my bra through my wet shirt. We all laughed heartily and I caught Lance looking at the black lace impressed against the sheerness of my soaked blouse. I also spied Jimmy looking at Lance, looking at me. 

"Who's up for the fun house?" Jimmy said, pointing to the converted double-decker trailer opposite us. 

"Those things used to freak me out when I was a kid," I admitted, dabbing some of the water from my neck with a napkin I found in my purse. "Count me out." 

"Come on Tina, don't be a chicken," Lance teased, waiving for me to join them. I shrugged and tucked my hair behind my ears, holding my ground.

"How about it Tina, you up for some fun?" Jimmy said, smiling widely. No way could I resist that smile.

"OK, you're on," I relented. Jogging up to the building I had the very real impression that mysteries awaited me inside and my apprehension had turned into anticipation. Lance paid the attendee and we all entered. Strobe lights flashed and a strange sound track was blaring, cheesy and spooky at the same time. As a young girl I didn't understand the illusions created inside; they had been scary to me. Now, I was scared of something else. 

Immediately I lost them both among the shadows. "Guys?" I called, with no response. "So that's how they want to play it," I thought and went into stealth mode myself. Flashing back to the days of hide and seek I found it fun to duck behind mirrors and creep around corners, hoping to surprise one of them before they found me. A literal game of cat and mouse was playing out between us. 

I spotted Jimmy on the spinning floor and jumped on, intending to startle him. It was silly, but I still called "Boo!" and found myself hanging on to him for balance.

"There you are." He said, making it a point to hold me at arm's length. He was squinting; trying to focus on my face in the strobe lights. Then, his eyes trailed to my chest, still wet from our water fight. What he couldn't see clearly, he proceeded to feel, rubbing his fingers into my open collar. 





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His hand moved under my bra and he ran his parted lips over my face, zigzagging from one side to the next while he caressed my breast. My hand, he placed between his legs and I could feel his dick growing inside his trousers. 

"Tina, I just can't help myself with you." I could hardly hear him, it was murmured so slightly. I couldn't even be sure that he had said it, but it was enough to peak my interest. Holding me by my waist to keep me steady on the turntable, he softly kissed my stomach as I held up my shirt for him. Was I now going to take the upper hand? The prospect excited me. We might have been breaking our agreement, but I was determined that Jimmy was not going to get the best of me this time. 

His tongue circled my belly button and his kisses were gentle nibbles. On his knees in front of me, I drew my fingers through his curly hair. Those kisses electrified my skin with their sweet touch. As we spun around and around, I was suspended in time by them. 

When I looked up, Lance was rounding the corner. Even though I was enjoying those tender kisses, mischief was calling me. I held Lance's gaze as best as I could as he was innocently trying to make us out in the light bursts. He continued towards us in response to my flirty waive and I tapped Jimmy on the shoulder to let him know we had company, raising him to his feet. Spotting Lance, he gazed sideways at me, searching for a sign of what I was thinking. Who was going to be the one to make the next play and what was it going to be? The game had begun all over again, but this time I knew the rules. 

"You want to take a spin?" I called to Lance, and pushed Jimmy back a little. A fresh grin spread across Jimmy's face as he recognized a new course being charted. Like a master, proud of his student, he gave me the reigns to our little escapade and stepped aside to watch. 

Lance was pretty wasted, maybe more than Jimmy or I. Additionally, he didn't have a clue about the unspoken dynamic being played out. He was just having a good time, and after all, so was I. Taking his hands, I challenged him to a game of chicken on the turntable by pressing into him and attempting to knock him off balance. He chuckled a little when I was nearly successful a few times. On my last attempt he was definitely about to fall off, and I grabbed him by his shirt. Pulling him closer, I recognized confusion on his face. On the contrary, Jimmy was keenly aware of what was about to happen. 

I began to kiss Lance and Jimmy stood motionless, arms folded and slowly nodding his head in approval. He was surely bluffing; pretending not to be dismantled by watching me with his friend. I gambled that inside he was dying to rip me off of him and have me for himself. And so, I played on. Nature took its course with Lance, and in no time he was lustily running his hands over my body, in response to my kiss. His mouth was sloppy on mine, hastily devouring me with impatience. Though needful and intense, the efforts he made did not draw nearly as lubricating a response as Jimmy's soft lips moments before. Still, I certainly did my best to make Jimmy think so. I turned around in Lance's arms, and his hands continued to travel across my torso. In and out of my shirt and between my thighs, he stroked as if he couldn't get enough. As predicted, he was the willing, yet unwitting costar in my performance and Jimmy did not take his eyes off of us. 

Finally, when he couldn't remain on the sidelines any longer, he stepped forward and reached out for me. I turned back around to face Lance and threw my arms around his neck, thrusting my tongue into his mouth once more. Jimmy stepped onto the turntable and pulled at my waist. I held on tight to Lance, enjoying every minute that I kept him waiting. When he realized that I was not going to let go, he attempted to persuade me from behind. 

It was a mix of sensations so overwhelming, my legs wavered underneath me. Wedged in between their bodies, their hands exchanged positions between my legs and on my hips. I was losing track of who was rubbing me where and our skin was all a mix of black and white in the strobe. My mouth was fixed with Lance's as Jimmy twirled his tongue on my neck. Lightening entered my body through his circular licks then exited through my lips and into Lance. Our chain of kisses was so erotic, the mere thought of them almost made me cream as much as their feel. All the while we continued to spin and the flashing lights made it like a dream. Jimmy reached around the front of me and slid his hand down my stomach, into the front of my pants. With a demanding grope, he pressed me back into his groin. I clung to Lance's rippled deltoids and with my back arched, threw my head against Jimmy's shoulder. In response, he placed his hand under my chin pulling my head into him as he gently bit my jaw. My shirt was open now, though I didn't know which one of them had popped my buttons. My breasts exposed from my bra, Lance hungrily flooded my neck and chest with his wet kisses. It was a raucous scene, as I played the role of the rope in a sexy tug of war.

"Enough!" I heard Jimmy seethe in my ear. Laughter poured from my lips, and lit the air around us in response to his request. He pulled my hair in a show of domination that gave me chills. "That's enough," he repeated softly, taking his other hand and running his finger tip along my jaw line and down my neck. Satisfied that I had won that round, I allowed him to pull me away from Lance. 

Poor Lance was positively dizzy by the time I released him. Left alone on the turntable he stumbled backward and landed on his ass. 

"Dude, you're done." Jimmy offered him his arm and helped him onto his feet. 

Still woozy, he insisted he was alright. "I'm good. Let's make a run over to my place," he suggested, hoping to live out the fantasy we had started. 

Jimmy was already on his cell phone. "I'm calling you a cab, my man. This is the end of the road." He fixed him with an extra few seconds of eye contact and despite being drunk and horny, Lance understood the underlining text. He was not invited to the after party. 

We all staggered through the exit of the fun house, wired from the adventure inside. On the way out the attendant joked about us getting lost. I guess we had been in there longer than usual. After depositing Lance back at Finnegan's, Jimmy escorted me to his car. 

"Get in," he instructed in a dark voice, holding the door open for me. I paused a moment and he raised the corner of his mouth in a smirk, sweetly adding, "Please."

I responded by ducking inside. "Are you ready?" he asked once in the driver's seat.

"Are you?" I countered. Now I was bluffing, not sure what he had up his sleeve. He pulled out of the parking space and shifted up to 5th gear. Thunder clapped overhead, rattling my nerves even more. What had happened to keeping it in my pants? I was sure that I wouldn't be able to. He grinned at my bravado and pressed the accelerator, propelling us down the street. The sly look in his eye made me ask, "Where are you taking me?" 

"Only where you want to go Tina." He turned right at the next light bringing us deeper into downtown. 

"You and your cryptic bullshit, Jimmy. Just tell me where we are going." I demanded, unable to hide my irritation. What I wanted him to say was "to my place where I'm going to fuck your brains out," but instead he just shook his head. In less than ten minutes I had clearly lost my advantage, but excitement was quelling any feelings of uncertainty as I lay my destiny in his reckless hands. I was silent the rest of the way, betrayed by my intrigue about the balance of the evening. Back at the fun house I enjoyed teasing Jimmy by getting only a little naughty with Lance. Whether he intended on showing me or not, I knew that I had gotten under his skin. Now, I felt myself falling back under his spell, eager to know where the path he was blazing would take me.

I checked myself in the passenger mirror. I was a mess to say the least. At the red light I scooped my tousled hair into a loose pony tail and reapplied some red lipstick, trying to put myself back together some. My shirt was tied up around my waist, after losing a few buttons to Jimmy and Lance in the fun house. It was dry again and black lace peeked out from my open collar. I only hoped I looked OK for what was next. Like he was reading my mind, Jimmy gave me reassurance. "You are beautiful, Tina. You don't even have to try." 

He was smiling at me and I only wanted to kiss him. Raising my hand to his angled jaw, I guided his lips to mine and sank into them with all the fire burning inside of me over the past two days. Racing from the base of my spine to the top of my head was pure lust, plaguing me since Jimmy first open the doors to his psychological lair. But, more than that, our kiss made me aware of a surprising tenderness in Jimmy, a vulnerability that persisted in the slow churning of his tongue and the soft blissful sweeps of his lips. I for one, was bubbling over inside and loving the splendor of our connection. Then, abruptly he pulled away and I detected a glimmer of fear in his eyes before throwing the car into gear and speeding off through the green light. 

"You know, I did you a favor tonight. Lance is a terrible fuck," he was saying and checking my reaction. 

I took the bait. "Oh yeah, how do you know?" 

"Because his wife never stopped talking about it," he was smirking like he had just told the punch line.

"You were fucking his wife?" I turned to him, anxious for the answer.

"Not exactly," that smug look was growing on his face. 

"Just fucking with her," I returned, knowing what he meant. She had been caught in his web the way I was. How many women did have on his string?

Jimmy laughed a little and changed the subject, putting the focus on me. "So, tell me about yesterday. You got into some kind of trouble with the law?

It was my turn to smile now, suddenly eager to share the entire story. "Like I said before, I went shopping after leaving work and ended up stealing a dress."

Jimmy was shaking his head in amusement and I pressed on with the other details. "Then, when the security guard caught me, I jerked him off and he let me go." 

Jimmy pulled over to the curb, a very real look of shock on his face. "What?" 

"It was incredibly hot." I was searching his face for understanding. Of all people, I expected him to relate.

He was searching my face for truth. "You really did that? You're fucking unbelievable, Tina." 

Did he approve? Was he disgusted? I couldn't tell. Then finally his expression relaxed. "That must have been one hell of a hand job. I wish I could have seen it."

I smiled back at him. "Me too, but you were there in spirit." Together we chuckled a bit at the concept. 

"If you like, I can give you an instant replay," I coaxed and reached for his zipper. He recoiled from me, though he was still grinning.

"Soon. We're almost there. You can show me what you're made of then." 

Chapter 5

Rain started to fall in big drops by the time we pulled up to a dimly lit building. No distinguishing signs identified this warehouse like structure among the others on the street. A single large man stood outside in a black suit, with his arms folded. He nodded at Jimmy when we walked past, and turned to open the door for us. 

Inside, a hallway stretched long towards the back of the building. Purple light bathed the walls, setting a mysterious mood. Artful nude photography hung on either side of the path leading us to another door. It was tall and heavy and vibrating from the loud base-filled music playing beyond it. He invited me to open it and I did.

The room was enormous, littered with velvet upholstered platforms. Scantily clad male and female dancers were entangled on them in erotic motion. Techno music was their soundtrack as they rolled and pumped their bodies over each other. Alone, in pairs and in groups of all combinations, their silky movements were captivating. It was a feast for my eyes that I had never experienced before. Sofas intermingled among the platforms occupied by various patrons talking intimately while enjoying the spectacle. 

Jimmy led me to one of the sofas placed at edge of the banquet of flesh laid out in front of us and a tall modelesque young woman appeared almost instantly. She placed the two cocktail napkins on our table and her large breasts poured into Jimmy's face as she bent forward. 

"Nice to see you again," she said to him, smiling. Then, flipping back her long dark hair, she glanced in my direction. 

"Say hello to my friend Tina." Jimmy placed his hand on my thigh and she offered an absent waive in my direction. "Come on now. She's a very good friend of mine." He pulled on the waitress's arm. "Make her feel welcome."

I recognized her look; simply powerless under his direction. She leaned in again and kissed me cheek to cheek. "Nice to meet you, Tina. I'm Marla." I nodded shyly, not exactly knowing what to say. Clearly, I was on his turf, not mine. She directed her attention back to him. "Vodka martini for you Jimmy?" He signaled her for two, ordering one for me as well.

When she had left Jimmy whispered to me that she was ripe, just waiting to be picked. "She's hot isn't she? She thinks I want to fuck her." 

"I wonder why that is?" I remarked sarcastically.

Gesturing in her direction, he challenged me to seal the deal. "Why don't you do it instead?"

"No thank you, I'm not into girls," I scoffed, thinking he was joking. 

"Neither is she," he said, "but I think you can make her want to do you anyway." His eyebrow was raised and his lips were pursed, taunting me. "Lance was an easy mark, so was that security guard. Show me what you got, Tina. Impress me."

I realized that he was serious. "You're crazy! How am I going to get a straight girl to do anything with me, not to mention, why should I want to?"

He breathed three words in my ear that changed me forever, "Because you can." 

I understood. The reckless freedom of attempting the insane, and the euphoric results when it is accomplished, was the drug of choice for both of us. I wasn't even attracted to her, though she was leggy and tanned with beautiful shinny hair and high cheek bones. No, I'm not into chicks, but I was wet with the idea of conquering her, mind and body, while Jimmy watched. When Marla returned with our drinks, he asked her to join us. 

"I guess I can take a break now," she said sitting next to me in the empty seat. "It's been a while since I've seen you in here Jimmy." 

"That's my fault," I said. "I've been keeping him busy," suggesting that we had a much more involved connection. Jimmy enjoyed playing along and nodded with a wicked grin. "This place is amazing, how long have you worked here?" I asked her with interest.

"Almost a year, time flies." Looking me over closely she said, "I've never seen you in here before." 

"There's a first time for everything." I winked at Jimmy, who was listening intently on where I would take the conversation. "The dancers here are so hot. Tell me, who's fucking who behind the scenes?" It was obvious to me that with so many attractive people working there, extracurricular romance was a given.

She cracked a smile, loving the opportunity to dish some gossip. "You see the guy over there with the blonde? He's boning that girl behind this one's back. And the waitress over at the bar, she just started fucking the DJ. Oh yeah, and the girl by herself, she had a threesome last week with those two guys over there." 

"And you?" I leaned in, "Tell me, who are you fucking right now?" 

She flashed her eyes at Jimmy, who was kicked back on the sofa sipping his martini. "No one right now." 

"Which one did you used to fuck?" My tone was light and playful.

She laughed at my assumption, and pointed to a muscled guy sandwiched between two girls on a platform to our left. "Guess we've all had something going on around here at one time or another."

"He's hot, very nice," I said slowly, timing my trap just right and talking to her a little softer now. "But, that sucks. You have to watch him put his hands all over these other girls all night long." 

"I really don't give a damn about him anymore," she said flippantly. 

"But look at that body, shit. And the way he moves, you're telling me he wasn't awesome in bed? You don't look at him sometimes and imagine his hands under your clothes, up your skirt? You don't see him pressed up against those girls and wish you could have him just one more time? He is really fucking sexy." She was staring now, and he had begun to notice that we were clearly talking about him.

Nodding, she was forced to agree with me. "He's an asshole, but yeah sometimes I still think about him." We both salivated a little over his abs and biceps glistening with oil under the hands of the two girls dancing with him. 

I leaned over to her ear. "You're so pretty, Marla. He probably still thinks about you too." 

She shook her head, "Nah that was a long time ago." 

"Well he's looking over here now. Wouldn't it be fun to give him a reason to miss you tonight?" I brushed her hair away from her face to see her lips tightening in determination. 

"Dance with me for a minute, let's get his attention." Predictably, she was game. I took her hand and as we slid off the sofa, I glanced over my shoulder at Jimmy who raised his drink to me. It was going to be easier than I thought.

The music thumped in my chest with a fast paced tribal tempo, accented by a repeated phrase from a woman's high pitched voice. The combination made for a hypnotic techno mix. Positioning ourselves in front of the platform in plain view of both Jimmy and her ex-fuckbuddy, we began to dance. Marla's, movements were the typical gyrations you would expect from a music video and not at all what I had in mind. 

"Like this," I instructed, slowing her pace to every other beat and causing our bodies to slither over each other like liquid. My face was close to hers and through the music I could hear her breathing become a bit irregular as my hips and breasts rubbed past her own. She had been looking at her ex, but her eyes were shut now, while she sank deeper into to our rhythm. Our bodies snaked from side to side in unison, restrained to an excruciatingly measured but sensual pace that turned the temperature up in both of us. Her head was thrown back and her arms floated in the air above her. Boldly, I gently kissed her neck and she was roused from the primal trance put on her by the music. She looked at me, startled and I looked back, unapologetic, and then I moved my lips onto hers. Our kiss was as slow and smooth as the movement of our bodies. She was kissing me in return and I was surprisingly aroused by the softness of her mouth. 

My hands were now in play, and swimming in her hair, then down her neck and to her chest. She did not stop me as I moved them over her ass and to the hem of her mini skirt, raking it up and giving her ex a nice view of the bottom of her cheeks. Our kiss did not end until I decided to spin her around to face him. 

"Look at him. He can't even concentrate on what he is supposed to be doing," I told her before playfully nibbling at her shoulder. The poor guy had lost interest in dancing and was only shifting his weight absently as he took in our show. "He just wishes he was fucking you right now." My lips played gently on her ear, and little by little I fed her my verbal cock. "He wishes his dick was rubbing against your lips with you teasing him so much he wants to fucking cry. He wants to put it inside of you, but you will make him beg for it. That pussy is not his anymore and he is going to have to work for it. Do you want him to work for it?" 

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"Don't stop looking at him." I told her and held up two fingers for him to see. Jimmy was sure not to miss them either. I slid my hands under the rear of her skirt where my fingers found their way to her entry. She was incredibly wet, and upon inserting them she let out a soft gasp. "Don't stop looking at him," I repeated, burning in between my own legs from the momentary control I had over both of them. I pushed her forward onto the platform where he was positioned and she steadied herself on the edge with her hands. Her head was held upright and she locked gaze with him as I repeatedly finger fucked her from behind. Her mouth was round with moans of pleasure, inaudible over the music. When she was shaking and I was satisfied with my accomplishment, I pulled her erect and whispered to her that he would not be right for a long time after that. I knew that she wouldn't be either. 

Marla pressed her lips together in an awkward smile and straightened her skirt. The whole thing had happened so fast that we had gone unnoticed by most everyone else. Her ex, on the contrary, was still staring at her when she told me that she needed to get back to work and hastily exited behind the bar. 

I spun on my heel and slid back onto the sofa next to Jimmy. He was grinning widely and his mouth was as irresistible as ever. "Not bad, huh?" I boasted in a sultry voice.

He leaned forward and pulled me from the back of my head into a kiss. So deep and luscious was his tongue in my mouth, that my ache for him was soothed for a fleeting moment. Unlike with Marla, or Lance, or Rodriguez, or even Jared, when I kissed Jimmy he ignited me from inside. Soon we were devouring each other and raging for more. 

"Let's get out of here," he said gruffly and threw some bills onto the table. I was only too happy to have him to myself and quickly slid off the sofa. 

Outside the streets were shining from the storm that had just passed and the air was muggier than ever. We continued or kiss, gaining in feverish intensity and I knew that I wouldn't be able to bare a trip of any sorts before finally having him. Like a true addict, I pulled him into the alley and hurriedly loosened my pants. "Please Jimmy, fuck me right now." I was begging him and didn't care. He wasn't moving fast enough for my taste and so I pulled on his pants too. 

"Wait," he said holding my wrist. The aching need was so raw inside of me that I couldn't take even another second of delay. Pretending not to hear him I proceeded to try to unzip his pants. "Stop!" He was definitive now and I angrily shook my hand out his grasp. 

"Fuck Jimmy! I can't take it anymore. What the fuck do you want from me?" I was shouting at him, shrill and biting in my tone. 

"Let me drive you back to your car," he said, walking past me. 

"My car? Are you fucking serious?" I had reached my boiling point. "Jimmy!" I yelled after him to answer me and tugged on his arm. "Jimmy, why are you doing this?"

He did stop finally and turned to face me. "Because, you make my fucking head spin Tina. Because my dick gets hard every time I think of you." Breathing hard in frustration he continued, "I want you so fucking much it scares the hell out of me." He was looking down on my face with such a painfully tortured expression, that I simply melted in his glare. There he stood, completely unraveled before me. I reached up to touch his cheek and he turned away, looking toward the gritty sidewalk.

"I'm right here Jimmy. Just take me." My fingers grazed passed the stubble emerging on his chin and rested on his lips. "Truth is, I'm already yours."

He grasped my fingers and though I am sure he intended on pushing them away, he parted his lips and tenderly suckled them instead. They were the same two fingers that had been inside of Marla only five minutes ago and upon recognizing the musky nectar on them, his wickedly sexy smile returned. 

"You are my naughty girl aren't you?" he mused and I beamed back at him. 

"You have no idea." 

His face softened a bit and his fingers slipped in between mine; mixing my brown skin with his lighter hue. "For the first time in a really long while, I don't know what's going to happen next." His words were heavy with truth as he nuzzled my neck now and placed soft kisses on my skin.

"I know what you mean," I said. A buttery sensation welled inside of my chest in response to his naked emotions. 

"I'm not used to feeling this way," he confided. His breath was warm in my ear and permeating my hair. Speaking to me in between nibbles on my neck he said, "If I take you home with me tonight, tomorrow I'm not going to be able to let go." 

"Maybe you won't have to." I was whirling from his kisses and full of goose bumps.

Then suddenly, he became rigid again and took a step back. "The last woman I let myself care about told me she was fucking her boss behind my back two days after I asked her to marry me. I wanted to kill that gold digging cunt! I can't go through that shit again." 

I reached for him. "Don't you think I'm scared too? You bring out a part of me that I never knew was there, or at least I didn't want to admit it. And now, I can't even think straight anymore. The worst part is that I love it and I never want it to stop." 

With his hands at his waist, he sighed hard and walked over to the car. "Come on, let's go," he said flatly. 

"Don't you want to see what it would be like between us?" I asked, sliding into the passenger's seat.

"You're about to show me," he answered and turned on the ignition.



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Chapter 6

The ride to his condo was silent, but the atmosphere was full with our thoughts. My mind was racing with uncertainty about taking my heart into this dangerous territory and my judgment couldn't be trusted. I was stepping out of the cheating arms of my ex into the arms of a guy who fucks with women for sport. Still, at that moment, I needed him like air. He was chewing his lip and looking straight ahead. Nerves; something I'd never seen him wear before. I was peaking at a rare crack in his confident façade and it tugged on my soul. 

At his front door, when he was slipping the key into his lock, I revisited a question from earlier that night. "Are you ready?" I asked, cutting the silence.

He smiled and pulled me through the door way, "Are you?" 

Once inside his immaculate living room, he placed the keys into a glass dish on a table by the door. They made a loud swish against the sides, punctuating my senses. The room was dark, lit only by moon light. He took my purse from my arm and placed it on the floor. Then methodically, he proceeded to untie my shirt and drew it away from my shoulders. Standing in my bra, I reached for his shirt collar and separated each button one by one. Beneath it a neat white T-shirt clung to his trim physique. I walked my hands under the soft cotton and my palms slid over his warm skin, pushing the material up and over his head. In turn, he reached behind me and loosened my bra. 

His hands had already known my most intimate anatomy, but as we peeled those first layers away from each other, I sensed the intimacy we were about to experience was beyond any previous comprehension. Back and forth we traded in undressing one another until both of us stood nude. His body was long and slender in contrast to my soft curves. Without my high heels, I needed to rise up on tip toe to reach his lips. He helped me to do so by wrapping his hands under my ass. Our kiss was as mind boggling deep as any other I had stolen from him. He slurped on my lips like a candy that he did not want to be finished too soon. My mouth was savored by his and I luxuriated in every second. I swung my leg up and around his waist, prompting him to wrap the other around him as well. His arms tensed and I felt the separation of his lean muscles as he held me aloft from underneath. 

Then, without division between our mouths, he sank into me. Finally. As I inhaled sharply, excepting his large cock, he exhaled, giving me all of it. He remained still inside of me for a moment and we both enjoyed being connected in that way. His dick was hot and hard and I loved having it. I loved having him. Eyes open now and adjusted to the moonlight; he stared at my pupils reflecting his image. I did not lose his gaze when he raised me up once more to experience our joining all over again. I smiled at him and he did as well on that next pass of his cock. It was good beyond words. We fit together in a way that way that could only be described as perfect. 

But, I wanted more and simply uttered "Fuck me." Without hesitation he carried me over to the wall, and pressing me against it for leverage, his strokes became stronger now, deeper and faster. Blissfully, I felt a connection in each stroke that was equally as powerful. Then he was trembling, and coming in me hard when it suddenly seemed clear that he had not made love in a very long time. The realization was unexpected, but I actually became even more aroused to know that he was sharing himself with me after having been celibate. Our special bond drove me to cum too and I shuddered with him, screaming out in delight. 

We made love again and again the entire night. His last orgasm was just as strong as his first and we laughed at how drenched and exhausted we both were. It was practically day light by the time we dozed off.

The morning did not bring the uncertainty that had plagued us both before. It just felt right. Maybe it was our raw honesty that showed us that connections come in many shades of grey. And when he checked his email over the second cup of coffee I poured for him, I was not exactly surprised to see the inbox full of messages from at least four different women. Looking at me with eyebrows raised, he silently inquired at what I thought of it. 

Naturally, I replied with a wink, "BCC me sweetie."

"You're not jealous?" he asked, taking a sip of coffee and looking up at me through his thick eyelashes. 

"I don't own you Jimmy and I'm certainly not trying to change you." 

"I think I would like it if you were jealous," he replied with a smirk, pulling me onto his lap. "But if you're not going to be, then you might as well play along. Open the first message." 

I grabbed the mouse and guided it over to one on the top of the list. As I opened it, Jimmy began to lick at my neck and ear. "What does it say?" he asked in a rolling, raspy tone. 

I tried to concentrate on the words written to him from someone named Pamela and read the message aloud. "Hi Jimmy, it's been too long since I've heard from you. You know how much I love your emails. The last one made me wet for three days, but that was ages ago. Don't neglect me darling, I need you."

Jimmy slipped his hand into the boxers I had borrowed from him and toyed with my clit. "Give her what she wants Tina." 

"What does she want?" I asked, squirming a little in pleasure from his index finger's steady rotations.

"She wants what they all want. She wants me to give her a good fucking." He said matter-of-factly.

"So it seems. What does she like?" I prepped my fingers over the keyboard, ready for the challenge.

"She likes to be teased." He was pulling my legs apart and playing at my entry now.

And so I began to type. "Pamela, you must learn to be patient. I will have to give you some instruction on how. When I come to see you, I will not be alone. I will bring an assistant to help you understand how to wait your turn. When you open the door I will already be kissing her. My tongue will be deep in her mouth, but I will be looking at you. I want to see if you can control yourself. You will be speechless, surprised to see me with another, but nonetheless enticed to watch."

Jimmy did not stop working his hand against my increasingly wet pussy as he read over my shoulder, having only to recall the previous exchange with Lance to appreciate my scenario. 

"When she parts lips with mine, you'll want to step in for a taste. When she pulls down my pants and frees my cock, you'll want to be first to have it. But you know that you can't. You are not permitted. You must wait, patiently. She'll take me into her mouth, and her mouth will be hot and soft and you will wish that it is your mouth that is making my eyes roll back and my breath quicken. Then, you will want to touch yourself as you watch me sit her in the chair in front of you, so that you may see me lick her. Yes, you will want to stoke your wet pussy, pretending that I am licking you, instead of her, but you are not allowed. I tell you that you will not get a thing if you break the rules. You know you must be patient."

I was enjoying this very much and amazed myself with the ease that I conjured this cyber fuck. No doubt, Jimmy's talented fingers were all the inspiration that I needed. 

He scoffed slightly as he finished up what I had written so far. "Tina, I said that she likes to be teased, not tortured. You are so mean."

"Who is Pamela anyway?" I asked him.

"I sat next to her on the flight home to Michigan last Christmas."

"And what, you just started sending her dirty emails?" That's when I realized I was jealous after all. 

He pulled his hand from my crotch and kissed me on my cheek. "Let me help you finish," he said, reaching around me to the keyboard.

"No, let me help you finish," I countered and climbed down from his lap to kneel in front of him. I pulled his dick from his shorts and into my mouth. He wasn't as deft at typing while I pleasured him and stretched his arms behind his head. I so enjoyed looking up at him past his flat, trim stomach to his chest dusted with fine curly hairs and up to his face, now freshly shaven. His marble eyes were closed and his tongue danced lightly on his top lip. He was the most unexpectedly beautiful vision; definitely not anything like any man I had ever been attracted to before. 

I sucked on his cock more for my own satisfaction than for his. I just wanted to claim him, to have him for myself. He was like an elusive butterfly, flitting from flower to flower who had finally found the nectar of one blossom too sweet to leave. Now that I had him, I wanted to keep him for myself. He was rock hard with blood surging through his swollen veins after the first concentrated bobs of my head. I relished each stroke of my tongue across his shaft as much as he did and escorted him into orgasm in a matter of minutes. 

Moaning now, back stiffening and squirting into my mouth, he still found the clarity to tease me. "Oh Pamela don't stop." Now snickering, he recoiled from my playful punch to the ribs. 

"Now who's being mean?" I said, demanding an apology with my pouty expression. 

Time drifted lazily and we crossed into the afternoon with another fiery romp before showering and heading over to the office to retrieve my car. It seemed like an eternity since we left the parking garage the night before. I didn't really know Jimmy that much better than when we left work, but a part of me felt connected to him in a very basic way. 

Driving home, I let my mind linger over the events of the previous evening, tingling over the more provocative moments. Even our last kiss through my open window before I pulled away had my tongue reliving his. I turned on my phone, having shut it off since leaving the amusement park the night before. Two voicemails awaited me. The first was from Sonya.

"Girl, what are you doing? I called you at home too. I'm really sorry I couldn't make it. I didn't get out of there until after midnight. Call me and tell me what happened." Could I possibly explain the escapade I had been on? We always shared everything, but even I could barely understand what was going on between Jimmy and me. I decided that the best thing to do was to tell her that we watched the game and I went home right after to get some sleep. The next message was a complete shock. Jared. His voice seemed foreign to me now, though of course I recognized his deep rolling tone. Hearing from him, especially at that moment, was like an assault on my psyche. 

"Tina, I'm going to come by to take you to breakfast. I really want to talk. I know I've been an asshole. I love you baby." He called at 11:00. By then, it was 12:30. Pulling in front of my apartment I spotted his car and instantly knew that he would remember where I kept the spare keys. I needed to change my clothes in the worse way and couldn't even think about stalling. Like it or not, I would have to come face to face with him.

My door was unlocked and Jared was sitting on the couch watching TV. "Have fun last night?" He said in a dry tone, sounding decidedly different from the message on my cell. I was bathed in the unmistakable look of all night sex. My hair was still wet from the shower and my business clothes were rumpled at best. No makeup and five messages flashing on my answering machine all confirmed his suspicions.

"What are you doing here?" I asked dismissively, dropping my bag on the chair next to him. 

"I thought we could go to breakfast like we always do on Saturdays and try to work things out." He was getting up now, indignant. "But, I see that you have already decided there's nothing left to say." 

"Do you want to work out why your cock was in that bitch's mouth? You're right, Jared there isn't anything to say. Fuck you." I was cold and harsh in my tone. Had it only been a week since we broke up? It seemed liked ages ago, and I really didn't care enough anymore to even have this conversation. 

"OK, look. That was some stupid shit I did, I know. I don't have an excuse. But I want to try and make it up to you. Come on Tina, give me a chance." His voice had softened in response to my venomous retort. He dared to come closer to me, building on his appeal. His scent was familiar, like the smell of home and he looked as sexy as ever in a simple tee shirt and jeans. I couldn't help it; a smile crept across my face, which didn't go unnoticed. "See, I know you, baby. You can't stay mad at me." He was his old arrogant self and leaning in to try for a kiss. I was smiling alright, but not for the reason he assumed. A wickedly satisfying idea for revenge was silently being born while he continued, "Last night you had a one night stand and now we're even. I forgive you, can't you forgive me?"

I paused for a long minute, trying my best to apply just the right amount of suspense before answering, "I guess I can try."

"That's all that I can ask for," he sighed with relief. "Why don't you come by tomorrow night, we can work it out then," I managed a smile and a quick kiss as I not so subtly pressed him toward the door. "I'm glad you came to your senses, Tina." He was leaning against the frame and reaching for a lock of my hair. "Yeah, me too." I'm sure I was convincing. In truth, I felt like I was thinking clearer than ever before.

Chapter 7

"Don't tell me that you're not going to the Luncheon?" Sonya said, calling about the sorority fundraiser we attend each year together.

"Is that tomorrow?" I said, scrolling through my calendar. 

It was late afternoon that Saturday now and I was still hatching my plan for Jared the next evening. Those sorority events tended to turn into a whole day thing. A bunch of women yakking it up and bland hotel didn't exactly compare to the excitement I had been tangled with over the past days. I started to wonder if any of the things I had once found entertaining would interest me ever again. I seemed to have a one track mind, constantly driving me like some kind of sexual daredevil. Still I had promised her, and I wasn't in the habit of letting my best friend down.

"I'll be there. What are you wearing?" I asked her and thought that I would put on the ribbon trimmed dress I stole the other day. The idea of mingling among those prim and proper women in the dress I had scored with a hand job made me giggle.

"I don't know, probably my old faithful black suit," Sonya sighed.

"Forget that girl. Let's go shopping!" I told her that I would pick her up in a half an hour.

On the way to the mall I updated Sonya about the audacity of my ex letting himself into my apartment that morning.

"That's typical Jared," she said, shaking her head. "What did he have to say?"

"Nothing really. That he's sorry and that he loves me, total BS. Oh, and he must have heard your message come over the machine because he had the balls to tell me that I belonged with him. He doesn't have a clue about what I want and need. Never did." 

"And Jimmy is what you need?" She asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Not you too, Sonya."

"I'm just worried about you Tina. You only broke up with Jared last week and already you are throwing yourself into something different with Jimmy. And it's different all right."

She murmured the last part of her statement under her breath.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I scoffed and pulled into a parking space.

"Well, it's just...you know. How much older is he and what is he, Greek? I've just never known you to swim in those waters." 

She's my best friend but I got defensive anyway. "You don't know everything about me, OK? Anyway, you wouldn't even understand the way he makes me feel. It's like nothing I've ever felt before." I threw the key into my purse and headed for the glass doors. Sonya quickened her steps and joined me.

"It's just new to me, that's all," she said and opened the door.

"It's new to me too," I sighed, "And I'm enjoying every minute." 

We found her a beautiful smoky quartz wrap dress that flattered her curvy figure. And I took her to see if my very helpful salesman was working in the shoe department. We spent some time there finding a pretty strappy heel to compliment it. 

I was checking out a new stiletto for myself when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Startled, I spun around and threw myself a little off balance. He caught me under my elbow before I toppled over the display. 

My stomach rolled for a moment, but I quickly regained my composure. "Rodriguez..." My lips curled in a naughty grin as I cooed. "I'm being good, I promise."

His jaw tightened while he leaned in, trying to throw his weight around. "You better be," he muttered through cinched lips while his muscles bulged in his company issue security blazer.

Tasty as he looked, I couldn't resist the bait. "Or what?" I challenged, and stealthily ran my hand up his inner thigh, remembering the vision of his cock sliding in my fist. I was inches from him now and could sense his elevated heartbeat. On the contrary, the rhythm inside my chest was relaxing by the second. My hand crept slowly up and into his crotch as I held his eyes with mine. 

"Tina. What about these?" Sonya was calling me from the other side of the department and dangling a shoe on her finger.

I gave him a gentle tug and shook my head. "Nooo, I am not interested in any freebies today. But it was nice seeing you." I turned in dismissal and walked over to Sonya. He stood there half dumb-founded, half curious as to what I would do next. 

I took the shoe out of her hand for inspection and she pulled me by the sleeve. "What the hell was that about?" she asked nodding over in the security guard's direction. 

"Oh, that was nothing," I shrugged, still looking at the shoe. 

"It didn't look like nothing. I thought you were going to kiss him." Her brow was wrung with confusion. 

"He's just this guy I met the other day. Stop being so...so..."

"So what?" she put her hand on her hip.

"So nosey! He's just some random guy who I flirted with. No big deal." I was really getting fed up with explaining myself. "I'm a grown woman you know." 

"Whatever." Sonya breathed and changed the subject. "Do you like these or not?" She said pointing to the shoe.

"They're perfect." I confirmed and signaled for the salesman to assist us with her size.

Conversation was tense between us after that. And when I dropped her back off at her house, I was really beginning to dread the luncheon the next day.

***

No messages on the machine and I had checked my cell phone all evening for voice mails; nothing from Jimmy, not a word. I lied down to bed that night after half a bottle of wine and some Cheeze-Itz. I 'm not exactly a gourmet cook and besides, I didn't feel like eating much anyway; I was craving something else. 

I dozed off finally and began to dream of the night before. I was dreaming that after we made love Jimmy wouldn't let me out of his embrace. I was locked in his arms, first happily, but then I wanted to move and couldn't. I started to protest, but his grip became tighter. Then ringing, and more ringing. It was the phone.

I rolled over and picked it up, groggy and confused. "Yeah?" I said, still half asleep, but noticing the clock read 2:38 AM.

"Its me. I'm on your street. Which building is yours?" It was Jimmy. His voice sounded clear and awake. 

"Number 125, on the left." I was coming to and sat up in bed. "Apartment 3A" 

What a mess. I scrambled to try and tidy up both myself and the apartment. A bottle of Chianti and Cheeze-Itz on the night table was a bit too pathetic for words. I swished some mouthwash just in time for my bell to ring. Anyone else would have gotten cursed out for waking me up in the middle of the night, but not Jimmy. Not when I had been feeling like an addict in withdrawl. 

The light from the hall left him as only a black silhouette from inside my dark apartment. "I brought you some goodies." he said, holding up a silver gift bag tied with a length of satin ribbon.




Send Ch. 06-07



I smiled and took it from him, leading the way into my living room. "Why didn't you call me earlier?" I asked sitting down on the couch. The moon light was a drift in the room, floating in from the picture window. I reached over to turn on the lamp and he clasped my wrist in mid motion. 

"I wanted you to miss me some." I could see his lips playfully turned into his signature smirk. 

I started to speak in protest, but he placed his finger on my lips. With the other hand he pulled at the ribbon on the bag I had placed in front of us. Then he leaned in for one sweet lingering kiss before taking the bag and me to my bedroom door. Eagerly, I pushed the door open, but he stopped me again before I could enter the room fully. Now I was really confused.

From the bag he pulled a generic looking coat hook that slides over the top of any door. At six feet tall he had no problem putting it in place. Next he held up the satin ribbon that had adorned the bag and he hung it on the hook. Closing the space between us, he reached over my shoulder and pressed the door closed with a flick of his hand. Still with no words between us he slid my tank top and panties off to leave me naked in front of him. His finger tips were cold and I shivered at their touch as he swept them over my neck and collar bone. Soft as a feather, he grazed them past my jaw and under my chin, then back down my neck, sending electric pulses through my body. He was staring at me, intently, as he ran those fingers around my breasts and down my torso. I arched my back and extended my petite frame to reach his lips. Mercilessly, he pulled his head back to deny me and with one quick motion, lifted my arms up over my head and held my wrists aloft in his large hand.

Even in the dark he wound the ribbon around my wrists with ease and I was draped against the door and attached to the hook in no time. He tied me tightly, so I was only able to stand on my tip toes. Then, he turned around, surveying my bedroom and walked over to my closet. I wriggled uncomfortably in my bindings but held my tongue to ask what he was doing. I decided complete surrender, was my only option. He crouched down for few moments before returning with my black leather 5" ankle strap heels. As he brought them over to me I caught a glimpse of his cock bulging forth in his pants. It seems the thought of what he had planned for me had him excited to say the least. 

Now kneeling in front of me, he supported one foot in his palm and slipped it into the shoe and then the other. With care he fastened the ankle straps; just taught enough. The added height I gained in my shoes made it much easier to keep my balance. Then, he gently positioned my legs apart and stood up. 

Backing away and motioning to the mirror over my dresser he said, "Look at you. You are breathtaking."

I took in the spectacle of my body strung up on the door in just my black heels. My hair was still up in a loose pony tail, the way I always wear it to bed. And, my skin glowed a soft blue in the moonlight. The sight made me wet. 

Jimmy reached into the bag once more and produced a beautiful glass dildo. He held it up for me to see it glimmer in the dim sliver light. "Open." He said, pressing it onto my pursed lips. I let him slide it slowly inside of my mouth and back again. It was very cold. 

"More." He said and moved it inside again, and then again. It was getting warmer every time I sucked it in.

He was enjoying watching me suck the finely crafted glass object and I enjoyed watching him watch me. When he was satisfied that I had warmed it sufficiently he crouched down in front of me again and slid it in between the slippery lips of my pussy. He delivered three slow passes before pressing it inside. My legs quivered upon its twisted entry and I let out a hard sigh. But that was not all he had planned. Next to slip in between my pulsing labia was his delicious tongue, stroking my clit with a slow methodical tempo to compliment the thrusts of his hand tool. 

My knees shook as I teetered in my heels and clung to every sensation delivered to me between my legs. His tongue was relentless, circling my swollen clit and flicking it with the tip. Meanwhile the glass dildo repeatedly made its way in and out of me as I gripped each sculpted ripple with my inner walls. I hung trembling under the spell he had placed me, with his talented maneuvers. Soon, the pressure inside was too much and I burst into orgasm as he held his mouth open to drink me in.

Ravished with pleasure, I could not help but think that he had regained the role of puppet master that night. No longer merely the naïve plaything, I began to calculate a counter move. 

"Did you enjoy that?" he asked in a rhetorical whisper. "Did you?" I returned, in the same tone.

He shook his head with a smirk, "I'll take that as a yes."

"And so will I." I glanced upwards, silently requesting my release.

"Oh, so you want to get down," he said playfully.

"If you please," I said just as sarcastically.

He shook his head again and couldn't resist a slight chuckle at my obstinate retorts. With one pull of the satin ribbon I was free, though he clutched my wrists just as quickly as they were released. "Don't think I'm finished with you," he chided. 

Understanding just how deep I was into the game of cat and mouse we had created, I replied with a tilted head, "We are just getting started."