Monday, 20 March 2006

The Pick Up

I see you and pull over, I push the button to wind the window down, you lean through the window.

“Are you going my way?”

You wink at me and I reach over and stroke your cheek.

“Of course foxy” I say “do you wanna ride?”

You open the door and slide into the seat your legs extended in their tights beyond the hemline of your skirt, your blouse is fastened to the last button and your jacket hides your curvy figure.

Your hand slides across onto my thigh and rubs my leg.

I put the car into gear and accelerate away from the kerb, you lean forward and remove your jacket as the air con kicks in.

I change gear and take the opportunity to brush my hand across your lap.

I watch as you reach down and pull your skirt up, and thread your legs, it’s then that I realise you don’t have any underwear on. My eyes are drawn across to your pussy and I’m aching to touch you.

I reach across and you grab my hand and guide it between your thighs, your finger guiding mine to your clit and I begin to stroke slowly.

I soon need to concentrate, but you take over and make yourself cum as I intently try and find somewhere secluded to park.

I find a side street and you reach across to free my hard cock from my pants. You lean in and kiss me then your mouth descends onto me sucking you hungrily until I come in your mouth.

I roll you back across onto the passenger chair and climb across, parting your legs and sliding my hot length into your wet cunt.

“Fuck me hard” you groan into my ear “fuck me like you’ve never fucked me before”

I do as I’m told and it’s minutes before I come inside you.

We kiss and you tell me that it’s about time we got to the meeting. I know it is, maybe there’ll be time on the way back for a repeat performance.

Wednesday, 8 March 2006


“It’s me.” I say as you answer the phone.

“Good” you say, I’ve been waiting for you”

“I hope you didn’t start without me,” I joke and let out a short laugh.

“Oh no babe,” you begin, “I’m wearing exactly what you asked.”

“Describe it for me.”

“Well,” I can hear the excitement in your voice, “I have a lacy black bra on, the balcony one you want, it pushes my tits up, makes them look huge. The matching shorts show off my ass, and the suspenders and stockings are just so, I’m running my fingers over the stocking tops.”

“Don’t touch yourself yet,” I scold, “you must only do as you are told.”

I love it when you dress like this, you look classy, sexy. I especially love taking you out with these under your clothes, I know that I’m going to peel them off and see my present.

“Do you have the other things?”


“Lie on your back.” I instruct you. “run your fingers down your sides, pretend that they are mine, does it feel nice.”

“Yes,” you breathe, “I wish you were there”

“I know smooch, but I can’t be at the moment, it won’t be long now though.”

You describe how you are stroking your neck, how your fingers wander to your breasts and you rub your nipples through your Bra. I can hear your breath growing slower and deeper.

“Are you wet?” I ask

“I’m soaking, I have been all day, just thinking about speaking to you.”

“What do you want to do next?”

“I want to touch myself, I want to rub my clit.”

“Get your bullet”

“I want to use my fingers”

“I know honey, but I can’t let you yet”

I hear you groan, and when I tell you to turn it on, I can hear the buzz start.

“Rub it on your lips, don’t touch your clit until I tell you to.”

I hear you start to groan as the vibrations move through your pussy.

“Does it feel nice?”

“Mmmmmm,” you moan “it feels really good, I wish it was your tongue though”

“I know, I wish I was there too.”

Your moans increase and all of a sudden I hear you whine.

“Please,” you beg, “let me touch myself”

“Have you been good enough today?” I ask

“I have,” you say through gritted teeth.

“Do you want to come?” I enquire


“Shall I let you touch your clit?”

“Please,” that word so quiet, I know you’re ready.

“Cum for me baby.” I say and I can hear your breathing change, you put the phone on your body as agreed and I hear you stroking yourself, the cry of my name coinciding with the sound becoming muffled, your groans increasing and then subsiding.

I wait for you, I know you’re in ecstasy my hand moving up and down my cock, I reach my own climax in seconds.

“I hope you’re still there.” You demand

“Oh, I’m still here,” I reply, “you don’t get rid of me that easily.”

“Did I go solo?”

“No, I enjoyed listening a lot.”

“I’m sleepy now.” You tell me and I smile.

“You go to sleep, we’ll catch up tomorrow”

Tuesday, 7 March 2006

Stormy Night

The wheels bumped over the cats eyes as she pulled off the motorway and bore left at the roundabout. She’d done this route lots of times, this was the Hotel she always stayed at when she was up at the Scotland Office.

The rain was lashing on the windows and roof of the car, the wipers flashing backwards and forwards and the music rumbled low in the background as she struggled to see the road through the windscreen, the streetlights illuminated the water on the glass rather than showing her the road.

A couple of miles further down, the car is motoring, the lights in the petrol station pass on the left and she puts her foot down, it’s been a long drive and she’s aching to get into a hot bath, she knows these roads so well that she moves the car right on the corner to avoid the pothole she can’t see in the dark, and then moves back in towards the side.

An orange warning light comes on the dash, she’s not seen it before and doesn’t know what it’s for, but she presses on to get to the hotel, she’ll deal with it in the morning when it’s light again. Another light comes on and she gets a sinking feeling in her stomach, the engine starts to misfire and as she pulls into the side of the road, the engine stops and the headlights die.

Turning the key in the ignition a couple of times, she knows it’s not going to start, but she tries again. Banging her hand on the steering wheel in anger, she almost laughs when she realizes that the horn wasn’t working.

Reaching for her handbag, she pulled her mobile phone out to find that there was no signal, her anger boiled over and she threw her phone into the footwell on the passenger side.

The dark began to close in on her, the road isn’t busy enough to deserve street lights, and with the lights in her car dead, the forest on the right looks closer now and she can’t see any detail of where she is, or what’s around.

She thinks about looking under the bonnet, but doesn’t know the first thing about anything under there and with the lights going off, she’s guessing it could be the battery. The darkness of the night really makes her nervous, she knows that it’s a good couple of miles back to the petrol station, and this isn’t a city, there’s no saying that there’s anyone there. The Hotel is a fair way down this road, a good 30 minute drive, she can’t remember ever seeing between here and there.

Turning in her seat, she can’t see any lights and can’t decide what to do, her coat’s in the boot and she’ll get soaking even getting that.

She’s wondering if anyone will pass, the road isn’t a busy one, but it’s the main road between the motorway and the town, maybe someone will pass, she decides to stay put with the car, at least she’ll be dry, even if she’s not too warm.

After nearly an hour of shivering, she’s wondering about going back to the petrol station, when she catches a glint of light out of the corner of her eye and realizes it’s a light in the wing mirror. Throwing the door open, she almost falls into the road, her white blouse clinging to her skin as the rain soaked through it. The car slowed down and pulled in behind hers, the door opened and a tall man stepped out. She quickly explained that her car had broken down, and he ushers her to his passenger side, putting her in the car before going around the back of the car, opening the boot and then getting in too.

When the doors are closed, he offers a fleecy blanket to put over herself.

“I got stuck in the snow a few years ago,” he begins, “ I never go anywhere without a blanket and a flask now, especially not if I’m driving miles like tonight”

He reaches behind her and retrieves a flask. He explains that he’s driven across from the other coast as he pours her a hot cup of coffee, she takes it gratefully in cold fingers and carefully sips a little, the liquid warming her through and over the next five minutes she drinks the coffee and starts to feel warm. He turned the engine on, the warmth flooded from the vents, and the radio sparked into life, she recognized the song, but couldn’t place it.

He got his phone out and managed to get a signal, she thanked him and rang the breakdown service, they apologized that they’d be a couple of hours, she made the mistake of saying that she wasn’t alone, and then felt guilty.

“I’ll sit in my car, thanks for stopping and the coffee.” She turned to get out, but he put his hand on her arm. “Wait here, it’s OK, I’m in no hurry and you’ll freeze without any heat.”

They chatted for a while and in the middle of a laugh, she reached across and put her hand on his arm, he leaned in and all of sudden they were kissing, she feels her arm move across his torso and pull him closer. Their hands are all over each other, his fingers trailing up her legs below her skirt and her hand reaching for his pants, but their arms keep getting in each other’s way, she manages to free his cock and stroke it, he’s fingering her and his tongue runs around her mouth.

She wants him, but his car’s only small and there’s no way to be comfortable. Opening the door, she walks around in the pouring rain, perching herself on his bonnet. He soon gets the idea and follows her out of the car, the headlights shining on him momentarily before he stands before her, he grips her and lifts her onto the bonnet, pulling her legs apart and exposing her pussy to him. She lies back hair face raised to the heavens as the rain makes her blouse cling to her breasts, her hands holding onto the metal to stop herself sliding off.

He’s on top of her, kissing her, undoing her top, scooping her tits out of her bra, his hand goes between her legs and he pulls the material out of the way, pulling his pants down and in one smooth thrust, entering her. She clings to his shoulders as she feels him inside her, his lips on her neck, her knees in the air as he plunges his cock in again and again, hard and fast, she knows she’s slipping, but she can’t bring herself to let go of him, his strong body holding her and she can feel herself building up, she pushes back as best she can, she urges him faster and within minutes he’s pulled out and cum on her thighs.

Climbing off the car, she looks down to see herself wet through, clothes dirty from the car and disheveled to say the least.

Moving back to her car, she opens the boot and reaches into a bag for some clothes, finding something appropriate, she dresses and puts a coat on, they move back into his car and another cup of tea is offered. Soon after the breakdown truck arrives, and she thanks him while her car is hooked up to the back of it.

He smiles and thanks her for keeping him entertained with a wink, before getting in his car and driving off.

That bath is looking a lot more appealing, and at least now she’ll have something to think about while she’s relaxing.

Friday, 3 March 2006

Bound 2

She kneels before me, her hands taped behind her back, completely naked.

leaning forward, she licks my head, her lips kiss him and her tongue hungrily touches every inch of the length.

She leans back, looks into my eyes.

"Can I suck you?" she asks, she know the answer, but knows better than to presume.

I nod and she eases forward, her lips sliding over my head and slowly easing down to the base. she eases back and then slides her lips back over the head to kiss him.

She starts to lick, but I grab the back of her head and push myself into her mouth, she doesn't struggle, I push her on, she pulls off, I push her further on, she moves back and I allow her a breath before I push her back onto me.

After a while, I let her breathe and she gasps for air.

"Undo me" she says, looking behind her.

"Why, what do you want to do?"

"I want to rub myself while I suck you off"

The idea turns me on and I remove the tape, I watch her move as she puts my cock back in her mouth, and her other hand goes between those fantastic legs, I can't see what she's doing, but can imagine what's happening.

I come in her mouth and she comes on her own fingers, I take her hand and put her fingers in my mouth while I lick that juice from them.

Now we're warmed up, the night is young, and I have plenty more to do to you.

Saturday, 25 February 2006


You told me to meet you there, you promised it would be worth it. I made my way through the front door to the desk and paid my money to get in. The music was already pounding and I recognise the tune.

Stepping into the main area, I go and check my jacket before heading to get a drink. I reach out a hand and attract the attention of the barmaid, she wanders over and I point to bottles at the back of the bar mouthing the words of JD and Coke. It takes two attempts until she understands me and within a minute my drink is in my hand, I give her a large tip and make eye contact, she’ll remember me and I’ll get served quickly next time I go to the bar.

Turning to face the dance floor, I casually glance around, trying to catch a glimpse of your figure moving to the music, but I’m out of luck and after I finish my drink I head down to dance myself.

‘You’re not here yet’ I rationalise it to myself. I know that I’m not late, and you do like to make an entrance. As I’m about to step out onto the wooden floor, I catch a glimpse of your die straight hair, it’s you and you’re dancing with someone. A pang of jealousy makes me pause, but I ease my way across the dance floor, cut past you and move towards some women dancing as a group. I catch the eye of one of them and she keeps an eye on me as I start to dance, she’s playing it safe, seeing if I can move before she commits to give me all of her attention. After a few seconds, she turns and then I’m dancing with her.

The next track kicks in and it’s a higher tempo number, I pull her close and writhe against her, as we turn, I look in your direction and you’re as close to your conquest, it makes me ache to see you like that, but I push that aggression into keeping up with the music.

I dance for a while, but I need a drink. Walking past you, you signal for a drink, your companion looks a little put out, I don’t even acknowledge your signal, but you know I’ve seen you.

I go back to the bar and the girl behind it recognises me instantly, finishing serving someone else, she moves right over and provides me with a couple of drinks, lifting them carefully from the bar I go in search of you, I find you standing by the rail at the edge of the floor, Your Black pants and Red top show off the figure that I ache to get my hands on. I stand behind you and pass you your drink, you take a swig before I wrap my arms around you.

We’re both hot, and you’re moving to the beat as I finish my drink quickly and put my glass on the table, you take another mouthful of yours and as you do, I take the opportunity to kiss your neck. You’re loving the attention, maybe you’re looking at the guy you were dancing with, what you’re not expecting is my next move.

I ease my right hand under your top and slide my fingers under your waistband and down into your knickers, you adjust your stance and open your legs, leaning back on me for support, you now know what’s coming.

I slide my fingers between your lips and within seconds I’m stroking your clit, licking and kissing your neck. You put your bottle down and your arms reach up to hold my head as I work the bud with my fingers. Your body is working to it’s own rhythm now, you can’t even hear the music as I work you into a lather. Your hands are messing with my hair, you turn your head and your tongue reaches for my mouth, I respond and I know that with all of these people around us, you’re about to cum. Your tongue is thrashing between my lips, responding to my fingers.

Your body starts to shake and my left arm grips you tightly to make sure you’re supported. Your hands can’t hold onto me and you gradually relax. You turn and give me a long kiss, raising the fingers I’ve had between your legs to put them in your own mouth, your tongue cleaning them off.

We embrace for a moment, eyes locked, but I know that as soon as the next track comes on, I’ll be led back out onto the floor and I’ll be spending the night within inches of you, working up to the moment we get in that taxi heading to mine for the apr├Ęs dance.

Friday, 24 February 2006

Time Together - Part 3

The meal at the Italian was a surprise to her, she’d been expecting a quick drink and off to bed, but I was intent to make the most of our time together and wanted to do what normal couples do, so I ushered her into a cab and we were driven to an expensive yet understated restaurant.

Our table was in a discrete area, one that wasn’t well lit. We spent the night eating, chatting, holding hands and laughing, all of the things we didn’t normally get to do. This wasn’t a snatched lunch or a meal that was rushed so that we didn’t get spotted, this was our time.

The meal finished, the bill paid, we wandered back leisurely along the river, holding hands, stopping to kiss, linking arms and cuddling together. The cool evening air, cooling our urge to pounce but as we got closer to the hotel, I dragged her from the pathway, behind a wall. Leaning on the brickwork and pulled her close, out lips met and our hands wandered freely, stroking, touching. I lifted the back of your dress and my fingers sought out the edge of the now exposed underwear, tracing the lace from the waistband down the cheek to the furrow between her arse and shapely leg.

A few minutes spent there, raising the anticipation. I felt you reach for my belt but I held your hand for a second and raised it up to my neck. You could feel my arousal but I wouldn’t let you satiate it. It was driving you mad, me too, but I have plans and they don’t involve going alfresco, not as such anyway.

After a short while, I stopped teasing you and led you by the hand to the hotel, the lift carried us to our floor and I used my key to let us in. You walked in first and I watched as you sat calmly on the edge of the bed. You were onto me, you knew I was playing it cool, I’m not going to rush, so you wait.

I removed my tie, and moved towards you, but you stood and stepped over to the window, looking out at the city, hands on the glass. I watched you for a few seconds then eased up behind you, my arms around you, my lips on your neck, holding you close.

Your head lolled backwards as you enjoyed my lips and my hands slide up over your curves, then back down to the hemline of your dress before I carefully lift it so that I slowly unveil your fabulous body, framed perfectly by the lingerie I chose for you.

You allowed me to remove your dress and put your hands back on the glass, I undressed and stepped behind you again, my hands, tongue and lips moving all over your body, while you stood against the window, my movements sometimes caught you unawares and you pushed me away, but I was soon back with my desire to turn you on and tease you at the same time. Occasionally I saw you looking at me in the glass, your face covered in smiles. I stood up and unhooked your bra, throwing it onto the bed before reaching around and stroking around your breasts, circling in towards the nipples and when my fingers began to pinch them, they were already erect, begging for attention and I spent the time on them while you ground your arse into my cock.

At one time you removed your hand from the glass, but I growled at you to put it back and after a brief hesitation, you complied. I knew you were enjoying my touch, but wasn’t aware how much until you groaned

“Fuck me.”

I stopped in my tracks, you were seriously turned on and I knew what I had to do. Pulling your panties to one side, I played a finger over your lips and then eased myself into you. Pulling you close I kissed your neck again.

“Isn’t it beautiful,” you moaned, “and I knew you were looking out on the city, pressed up against the window, your arms long since bent, you tits up against the cold glass and anyone looking in this direction would have seen you and I in the act of fucking. It didn’t take long, the teasing that had been happening all evening had us both in a frenzy and we came fast and hard, as close as we could be, but looking at the lights of the city. You collapsed against the glass and I push you hard against it biting your shoulder.

We collapsed to the ground and lay there for a few seconds recovering. Eventually I help you up and you climb into the bed. Tonight’s going to be a first, we’re going to actually fall asleep in the same bed, together and wake up together, but before then, we’re going to explore and probe, love and kiss, cum and swallow, bend and stretch. You know that I’m going to make the most of this time and drive you wild…

Before we part again tomorrow and go back to our own separate lives, begging for the next time we see each other.

I want

To dream of you to see you to catch your eye across a room to see your smile to move towards you to stand and talk to you to touch your hand to dance with you to wrap my arms around you to hold you to be so close I can smell you to whisper in your ear to smell your hair to stroke the nape of you neck to stroke your hair to kiss your neck to hold you tight to kiss your lips to feel your tongue in my mouth to feel your hands on my sides to feel the urgency in you to reach for the bottom of your top to remove it to feel your hands on my zip to reach for your tits and stroke them to feel your hands on my cock to watch you drop to your knees in front of me to feel your lips and tongue on me to feel your lips slide down my length to have you make me cum in your mouth to kiss you greedily afterwards to ease you out of your pants to lick your arse to bite your cheeks to push you onto your back to part your legs to lick your thighs to lick your lips to finger your pussy to touch your clit to lick you to orgasm to climb on top of you to thrust inside you to feel your hands holding onto me to feel you grip me to hold your legs up to get the right angle to fuck you hard and fast to hear you scream my name to roll off you to lie next to you to kiss your lips to look you in the eye to whisper your name to hold you tight to fall asleep.

Thursday, 23 February 2006

Time Together - Part 2

You arrived at the Check in desk with your mates, they urged you to check in first and after your details are confirmed, you’re whisked to the lift by the boy carrying your bags, your last communication with the girls being to meet in the bar at Six, a promise that will not be kept.

The porter selects the button for the 5th floor, while the lift rises, you pass the time talking, the lift stops and you’re led along to your room. Opening the door, your bags are placed just inside the door, you enter the room and the Porter closes the door without so much as a word.

Startled you turn around to look at the closed door and take your coat off which you hang on the hook behind the door. Now your attention turns to the room you’ve only glanced at so far.

The bathroom’s on the right, the room beyond it has a Four poster bed. The sheets and blankets are folded immaculately. You wander over to the window and through it you can see some of the sights of the city, the river, the famous sights, the City spread out below you, as requested the view is quite amazing. Even sat in the bar from where I saw you enter, I know that you’re taking the view in, I know you love it and I know this is one of the many things you’ll remember from this night, you sit on the window sill for a long time taking it all in, and you know as well as I do that while it looks impressive now, the view at night will go far beyond the daytime spectacle.

When you’d taken the view in for a while, you turned and started to unwind, to unpack your bits and pieces, to think about having a bath, to get ready for a wild night out with the girls.

It’s only when you’re looking for a pencil on the bedside table that the note catches your eye.

Sat on the pillow is a small gold folded card, on the inside the following is inscribed in black ink.

Welcome to London, I trust you’ll enjoy
Your girly weekend, was only a decoy
If you look in the wardrobe, you surely will find
Some things I’ve placed there to help you unwind.

Turning around to find the wardrobe, you wander over and carefully, almost gingerly open the door

In there you find the items I left you.

The sheer black Lingerie you looked at last time we went shopping together, but thought was too expensive. A beautiful dress made of shiny material again in black and some nice black stockings.

Pinned to the Label is another card.

I’ll be waiting for you in the bar at Seven. X

You pick up your mobile and phoned your friend, she answered with a giggle.

“Sorry,” she began, “But you’re on your own tonight, enjoy yourself.” And with that she hung up.

Next you try to phone me, my phone rings as I’m sat in the bar, and I half think about answering it, I’m interested to know what you’re thinking, how you’re reacting, but I want this to be an amazing surprise.

You take your time, bathing, making up, getting dressed, smoothing the fabric against your skin and I watch you just after seven entering the bar, your eyes sweeping the room, you don’t seem to see me and after a second you head for the bar.

I watched you order a drink, and I take my chance to move towards you, as you wait for the barman to bring it to you, I slip an arm around your waist, pulling in close and handing over our room card for the drink to be charged against.

My warmth surprised you and your body jumped slightly, but upon seeing me, a smile grew from the corners of your mouth to your eyes and you embraced me and kissed me softly.

“You Bastard” you whisper, but I think that’s the only reprimand I’m going to get and I kiss you back.

Tuesday, 21 February 2006

Time Together - Part 1

So much time and effort had gone into it. It was only for a night, but it had taken months to set up. This wasn’t going to be a snatched moment like so many of the others, this was going to be a special night.

Step One - Book a hotel.

This wasn’t easy, I had a particular image in mind, I certainly didn’t want a Businessman’s room, it couldn’t be sleazy either, it had to be sexy, it had to be classic, something like a 4 poster bed was a step in the right directions, a nice bathroom, a room that looked classy. Once I narrowed the location down to London, it became a whole lot easier to pick somewhere with fantastic views.

Step Two - Make her think that I was away.

This one was not so easy either. How do you explain to your other half that you need to be away on a weekend night, without them. Not easy, in the end I’d found out that there was a Football Match on the same weekend, with the help of a friend I’d convinced her that we’d got away tickets and with it being a late match, it was safer to book a hotel than to drive back tired, plus it was a chance to have a few beers and catch up.

Step Three – Book a fantastic restaurant for a Saturday night meal.

Now this one was easy, with some help from the Hotel and seeking recommendations, an Italian had been booked, a good table secured.

Step Four – Arrange for you to meet me, without your knowledge.

Two had been hard, this was even worse. To get someone to a predetermined place without them knowing where they were going and why. I had to think about this one long and hard, to probe everything I knew about you, to pick something that would lead you where I wanted and needed you, unsuspecting.

In the end I had to pay for two of your friends to have a girly weekend away, to bring you to me, drop you off and then go on their way.

The cost of the night was steadily rising, but I honestly didn’t care, our time together is precious it was a small price to pay to get some personal time.

The weekend came and I drove off leaving her at home, Down the Motorway, counting the miles off, occasional texts off your mate, letting me know of your progress.

Getting to the hotel first, I checked in and requested to speak to the manager as arranged, a quick word in his ear and a slipped £20 got me the result I desired. The lobby is classy, the hotel is over 100 years old, you can tell that it’s evolved over time, not one of the new style of thrown together hotels, this is a place where someone took the time to design it, not part of a chain, it has it’s own individual style.

Going up to the room to check in, I carefully put some clothes away and when I was satisfied I moved to the hotel Bar.

Friday, 17 February 2006


There she was, lay on my bed. Not a stitch of clothing on, completely at my mercy. Not that she was naked you understand.

We’d been chatting all day, flirting from afar, getting more and more turned on. It had all started as a joke regarding underwear, but the idea had lodged in my head and I was aching to act it out with you, we’d been together before, but you wouldn’t be expecting this.

“What are you up to tonight,” I began my email, “because I’ve got plans, wanna be part of them?”

I get a reply with a smiley face and took that as a yes

“Meet you in the pub at eight.”

I’d gone home, prepared, showered and set out to meet her. The flirting had continued through texts and I dropped a hint that tonight was going to be different.

The glass door feels heavy as I push it open, she’d looks fantastic, sexy, alluring. I notice her from the door, sat at a table, cradling a drink between her hands. I got a round of drinks and sat down opposite her. Her beautiful eyes lift from her drink and meet mine across the table, her hair has been straightened instead of being curly and the clothes she was wearing show her figure off to perfection.

Over the next couple of hours we chat, laugh, talking about work, friends, family and hobbies, sharing funny stories, catching up from last time we met like this because we can’t really talk at work. Our hands touch sometimes and we don’t have to withdraw. As the drink begins to take effect and our inhibitions lower, the flirting grows more and more blatant. Hand touching becomes hand holding, holding becomes hand stroking and hand stroking eventually leads to leg stroking beneath the table. Our chat becomes more and more suggestive and when it becomes unbearable I invite her back to mine.

We barely get through the door before clothes are being discarded as quickly as possible, flesh is being groped and passion is boiling over. Hands and lips a flurry of activity as the flirting of the last 12 hours reaches a crescendo. The bedroom was too far away, so the couch sufficed as I bend her over the arm, slide inside her and fuck her as hard and fast as I can, Holding onto her hips we rush to a climax and then collapse together on the couch.

After a couple of minutes tangled together, I lead her to the bedroom, I knew she was up for anything, so I made my sexy woman sit on the edge of the bed.

Looking at me inquisitively as I reached into the wardrobe, she watched me pull out a roll of tape, the plastic type you use to wrap parcels, two inches thick and brown, her eyes flick between the tape and my face, a grin forms on the corners of her mouth and she awaits my instructions.

“Put your arms above your head.” I order and she complies instantly. The snapping sound of the tape unrolling makes her jump, but she doesn’t move those lovely arms as I bind them together at the wrists.

Next was the torso. I tightly wrap those voluptuous breasts across the nipples, they’re pushed into her chest, the tape going all of the way around her body twice, I have to be careful not to get the freshly straightened hair caught in it, the already raised arms were out of the way.

I indicate for her to stand and wrap 4 layers of the sticky tape around the hips I’d just held onto while fucking her, the smoothly shaved pussy hidden behind the opaque plastic. I know my lover’s turned on, I can feel it in her. I can smell both of our recently concluded sex and the arousal that rises afresh inside you.

Reaching down I carefully lift her onto the bed and bind the legs at the ankles. There she is, lying in front of me, completely at my mercy, the buttocks I love to slap poking in the air, the tape biting into the skin. I turn my plaything over and she makes eye contact with me, eyes showed nothing but lust, I brush her hair to one side and kiss her, she responds with as much force as possible while she’s restrained.

I rip two last pieces of tape from the roll and place one length over those luscious red lips, I see the light glinting off her eyes which show a hint of panic, but I stroke her cheek and then put the last piece of tape over her eyes.

I watch you squirm for a few seconds, and then pick up the rose I left by the bed earlier. I take my time running the rose over every inch of her body, her arms, ears, breasts, sides, thighs, feet.

She wriggles against it and tries to get away, but I tease her even more. The fact that you can’t see what’s coming makes it easy to take you unaware.

After 10 minutes of continuous teasing, I slowly remove the tape from her lips and kiss her deeply again, the gasps for breath interrupting me, but you then moan as I stroke underneath your breasts.

“I want to see,” she requests, and I want to see her eyes, so I carefully peel the plastic back and gaze into them.

“Fuck me.” she demands and I do as I’m told, I lift the bound ankles from the bed and part her knees so I can slide into the gap, raising myself with my hands, I slide my rock hard cock inside her hot pussy. A groan escapes her lips as I slide rhythmically in and out of her, the tape around her waist bites into my skin but our pace accelerates and we gradually build up to another climax, cumming inside her and collapsing on top of her.

I disentangle myself from her and remove the tape from her wrists and ankle so that we can cuddle. The bindings around her hips and torso remain for a while as we touch and caress, but she wants them removing. Searching for the end of the tape gives me a chance to tickle and I eventually start to unwind her hips, but I know how sensitive her nipples are, and as I peel the tape off them, she arches her back.

We lie together chatting and as I fall asleep in her arms, the thought in my mind is that next time it might be me at her mercy.

Wednesday, 15 February 2006


Someone’s leaving, leaving for a new company, new opportunities, new friends to make and obviously it was an excuse for everyone to get very drunk.

I leave work on time for a change, wander down to the Pub with a few people, we were chatting. Friday night’s always a good night to have a bit of a crack, bit of a laugh, let off some steam from the week’s stresses and ease into the weekend.

Walking through the door, the smoke hit me, I always like a drink with friends, but the smoke gets to me, the way it gets in your hair and your clothes. After 5 minutes you don’t notice it, but later as you take your clothes off, it suddenly hits you all over again.

I ordered drinks and sat down with the rest of the gang, some were already in, others yet to arrive. We were happily chatting and I noticed you entering the bar, I sneaked a quick look and I caught your eye as you sought me out.

I’d seen you during the day, the way you’d looked knocked my socks, I knew that you were sexy, clothing doesn’t define sexiness for me, but the way you were dressed just made me want you even more, to be wrapped around you. A couple of times during the day our paths crossed and all I wanted to do was to close the gap and be next to you.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched you approach the area we were sitting in. You removed your coat, and then leaned forward to adjust your top, your breasts almost falling out of it, I’m sure you caught me looking, but you didn’t even acknowledge my presence, I thought I caught a hint of a smile, maybe you meant to do that, I certainly wasn’t complaining.

Sat in different groups, talking to colleagues, I feel like everyone else can see the electricity between us, occasionally someone would shout across between the groups, our eyes make contact frequently, but it’s swiftly broken as one of us blushes or smiles.

I text you to tell you how sexy you looked and you responded with a smile. Our paths don’t look like crossing tonight. Thoughts, stories, jokes, all are being shared, everyone involved in some way. I watch you smile and laugh, I see your eyes, get caught up in them, the realise I’m starring and look away, forcing myself to chat to other people, I watch the straps on your white top fall down your arms under your wrap and all I can think is how much I want to slip my arms around your waist and feel your closeness.

After a couple of drinks, I have to excuse myself, I have to pop to the office and with a general wave and a smile, I leave the smoky bar, cross the road and tap the code into the door, I hear the buzzer of the door release start and pull the handle, the heavy wood and glass swings towards me and I pass through the doorway before tugging the windowsill in lieu of a handle, desperately trying to keep the cold out.

Walking up the stairs, I can hear my own footsteps echoing back at me, it’s not like this during the day, there are always smells and noises crowding the senses, but there’s nothing attacking me now.

My key turns in the lock with a click and I tap the alarm code in, the beeps halt as I hit the last button, and then switch the lights on, I’m soon sat at a computer checking that my automated tasks have completed, as they should. I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket, and open the clamshell to find a text from you.

“Did I do something 2 upset u 2day” Shock grips me, I can’t believe what you’ve typed, it makes me feel slightly sick, have I made you feel bad?

“Nope” I reply “just didn’t want to embarrass you, I could look at you all night”

“So why didn’t u spk 2 me, gutted you left” the accusation and hurt is clear

“Had to go to work for a mo, prob a good idea because all I want to do is wrap my arms around you and kiss your neck”

I wait tensely for a reply, I’m trying to concentrate on what I’m typing, but I keep looking at my phone, willing it to buzz, to show that you understand, that the last thing we want is a scene in front of all at work.

I carry on with my work, waiting, the feeling in my stomach getting worse, I pick up my phone again.

“I’ll be back in a little while” I begin “I just need to check some stuff, then I’ll come and talk to you”

I hit the send button but the feeling doesn’t subside, I need a reply, to know that you’re OK.

“We can talk here.” I hear your voice behind me and I jump a mile, I’d not heard the doors, the footsteps, your phone getting my message. I’d been so intent on getting the message right.

Your hands ease onto my shoulders and I can feel their warmth, they wrap themselves around my torso and I can feel your breath on my ear. I lift your hands and stand, turning to face you. You’re a bit shorter than me but your eyes draw me in, I’m trapped unable to break away.

My instinct is to grab you, to satiate every desire I have now there’s no chance of being disturbed, but you move first and I allow you to dictate the pace, I can manage to wrap my arms around you to guide your body next to mine. My lips reach down to yours and we kiss softly at first then with more urgency, more passion, more longing, more need.

My hands stroke your back, your neck, and your sexy bum. I want to run my hands all over your body, to explore every single inch of you. I feel your hands doing the same and I know that tonight is a watershed.

You step back half a pace, looking into my eyes, I don’t know what you’re searching for, I don’t know if you find it, but you lean back into me, your head on my chest.

I pull away from you, turning to switch off the computer, leading you by the hand we leave the office, locking up, cuddling and kissing on the way. We re-enter the bar together to a few raised eyebrows. But we go back to our own friends and spend the night flirting from afar. If I’m lucky I may get to escort you home, If not I’ll have to arrange to see you another time, All I know is that it won’t be too far in the future.

Monday, 13 February 2006


From: David Wilson
Date: 15-Nov-2005 14:35
Subject: Well?
To: Jemma Richardson

OK, meet you outside at five.

>From: Jemma Richardson
>Date: 15-Nov-2005 14:32
>Subject: Well?
>To: David Wilson
>I hope so, Oh, and forget about the Restaurant, lets just head to yours

>>From: David Wilson
>>Date: 15-Nov-2005 14:27
>>Subject: Well?
>>To: Jemma Richardson
>>Well, we had to be quick, I’ll take much more time later

>>>From: Jemma Richardson
>>>Date: 15-Nov-2005 14:20
>>>Subject: Well?
>>>To: David Wilson
>>>WOW, you’ve never been like that before, my legs have turned to jelly

>>>>From: David Wilson
>>>>Date: 15-Nov-2005 13:48
>>>>Subject: Well?
>>>>To: Jemma Richardson
>>>>Ok, back in a mo, just popping to get some stationary

>>>>>From: Jemma Richardson
>>>>>Date: 15-Nov-2005 13:44
>>>>>Subject: Well?
>>>>>To: David Wilson
>>>>>Let me just check, yeah, as I run my fingers up my thigh, they definitely hit skin above the hemline.

>>>>>>From: David Wilson
>>>>>>Date: 15-Nov-2005 13:43
>>>>>>Subject: Well?
>>>>>>To: Jemma Richardson

>>>>>>>From: Jemma Richardson
>>>>>>>>Date: 15-Nov-2005 13:35
>>>>>>>>Subject: Well?
>>>>>>>>To: David Wilson
>>>>>>>>Ok, now I’m not concentrating either, these stockings are really putting me off ;-)

>>>>>>>>>From: David Wilson
>>>>>>>>>Date: 15-Nov-2005 13:32
>>>>>>>>>Subject: Well?
>>>>>>>>>To: Jemma Richardson
>>>>>>>>>Well, yeah, my mind was there, my face was between your legs

>>>>>>>>>>From: Jemma Richardson
>>>>>>>>>>Date: 15-Nov-2005 13:31
>>>>>>>>>>Subject: Well?
>>>>>>>>>>To: David Wilson
>>>>>>>>>>probably in the gutter

>>>>>>>>>>>From: David Wilson
>>>>>>>>>>>Date: 15-Nov-2005 13:31
>>>>>>>>>>>Subject: Well?
>>>>>>>>>>>To: Jemma Richardson
>>>>>>>>>>>WOW, will to work is now gone, mind elsewhere

>>>>>>>>>>>>From: Jemma Richardson
>>>>>>>>>>>>Date: 15-Nov-2005 13:28
>>>>>>>>>>>>Subject: Well?
>>>>>>>>>>>>To: David Wilson
>>>>>>>>>>>> As a matter of fact…

>>>>>>>>>>>>>From: David Wilson
>>>>>>>>>>>>>Date: 15-Nov-2005 13:24
>>>>>>>>>>>>>Subject: Well?
>>>>>>>>>>>>>To: Jemma Richardson
>>>>>>>>>>>>>I don’t know, are you Commando enough?

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>From: Jemma Richardson
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Date: 15-Nov-2005 13:21
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Subject: Well?
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>To: David Wilson
>>>>>>>>>>>>>> lol, what are you, a soldier

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>From: David Wilson
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Date: 15-Nov-2005 13:20
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Subject: Well?
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>To: Jemma Richardson
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Well I can just see you using it to bring me to attention

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>From: Jemma Richardson
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Date: 15-Nov-2005 13:19
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Subject: Well?
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>To: David Wilson
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> like what?

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>From: David Wilson
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Date: 15-Nov-2005 13:14
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Subject: Well?
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>To: Jemma Richardson
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> You can put that away or I’ll find a use for it ;-)

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>From: Jemma Richardson
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Date: 15-Nov-2005 13:11
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Subject: Well?
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>To: David Wilson

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>From: David Wilson
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Date: 15-Nov-2005 13:09
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Subject: Well?
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>To: Jemma Richardson
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Er, MacDonalds or Burger King.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>From: Jemma Richardson
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Date: 15-Nov-2005 13:05
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Subject: Well?
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>To: David Wilson
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Give me some options then.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>From: David Wilson
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Date: 15-Nov-2005 13:02
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Subject: Well?
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>To: Jemma Richardson
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>I had a few ideas, can’t seem to decide ;-)

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>From: Jemma Richardson
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Date: 15-Nov-2005 12:59
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Subject: Well?
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>To: David Wilson
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Just back from lunch and wondering if you thought of something to do tonight?

Saturday, 11 February 2006

I wrote this story for you.

I imagine that while you’re reading this, you’re sat on your bed these words on your computer screen. You're wearing a sweatshirt and some shorts. One of my stories is loaded in the browser and the text has dragged you from your solitude into the world I’ve created.

I can just see you sat there, your brain painting the picture, like mine did. Your hand sometimes rising to your mouth and sometimes to stroke your earlobe, your eyes fixed to the screen, taking every word, every emotion, every implied meaning and your fingers raise until they’re over your mouth.

You read for a while, your legs moving apart first then back together your right hand falls to your leg, your fingers brush your bare thighs, I know you’re doing it without thinking because the only thing you’re concentrating on is the screen.

You suddenly look down and realize that your fingers are brushing the material between your legs, and electric feelings are coursing though your beautiful body. You've started a chain reaction without thought, and you know as well as I do that stopping now would be frustrating, you also know that it’s impossible, you’re committed to this path of action.

You lean back and closing your eyes, your fingers rub over the fabric again, you imagine that it’s the man in my story that’s touching you, and maybe you wish it was me. I’ll never know.

The dampness you feel is urging you on and you ease the strip out of the way, your fingers parting your lips and your fingers stroke them gently before moving up to the place that requires their urgent attention.

A groan escapes your lips as you touch your clit and the noise spurs us both on, both you in my fantasy and me as the writer. The circling motion of your fingers starts slowly, but their speed increases until you grab the duvet cover with one hand and your hips buck.

This is where my imagining finishes and your reality check comes in, who wrote it, who imagined it?

Who knows, maybe next time it’ll be on your webcam and my imagination can take a back seat.

Sunday, 5 February 2006

Private Appearance

I sit in the chair in the corner to which I was directed, the curtains are drawn and only a bedside light is on. The light cast shadows from the bed onto the walls.

The bed is mine, and I know it very well, but tonight it was a new cream Duvet cover and Pillowcases, it’s laid out as if only one person is going to be sleeping in it.

The door opens and you walk in, turning to look in the mirror you admire the black Bra and shorts you are wearing, it shows off the magnificent curves you have, and I can see the reflection of your hands smoothing their way over the sexy clothing. New Lingerie, I’d never seen that before either.

As you move to the bed, I look into your eyes but you don’t even acknowledge my presence. Reaching out with your right arm, you ease your body into the middle of the mattress.

You lie there for a second with your eyes closed and then your left arm moves, reaching up, running a finger across your stomach, tracing it’s way up to your breasts, your hand starts to stroke the parts not covered by the silky material, your right hand rising up and tending to your other breast. You gently stroke them, taking care and time to ensure that each one is given plenty of contact.

You slowly sit up and reach behind you to unhook the bra, and then ease yourself back down onto the covers again with it still clasped to your front. You continue to stroke the areas that are uncovered but start to gradually push the material from your beautiful C cups until with all pretence of coverage gone, you toss it to one side.

You lie there and stroke your nipples until they stand to attention, then you switch to the bottom of the breast. I now watch as your right hand creeps down towards your shorts, your run a finger down the edge of the fabric until it reaches the bottom, then your fingers trace up and down the thin strip that separates your fingers from their ultimate destination.

I sit there transfixed by the way you meet your urges, but also by the discipline you show in not rushing to the inevitable goal. I’m turned on, my hand slipping into my own pants.

You’re now starting to breathe more heavily, and your fingers move faster and faster outside the shorts. Your hand slides up to the waistband and your fingers find their way under the cloth and although I can’t see you doing it, I imagine you stroking the wet lips of your pussy, your legs clasped firmly together.

With your eyes still closed your other hand moves from your left nipple and your legs raise to plant your feet firmly on the mattress and your bottom then rises a few inches for you to slide your pants down those fantastic legs and with a flick of your foot, they’re gone.

Your legs part as you put your feet on the bed again, about a foot apart, your knees bent and your thighs separated to allow your fingers access. Your hands move between your legs, and with a finger on your right hand, you part your lips and your finger reaches for your clit.

I can sense your excitement at being watched and it drives you on, your finger tending to your pussy, and your other hand rolling your nipple, you work quickly and your body moves, your moaning rises and then you raise your knees to support your hips as they begin to move. At this point you finally open your eyes and look directly at me, your mouth parted to express your arousal, your hips rising, your breathing fast and your fingers working on both your breast and your clitoris.

I know you’re there, your eyes close again and as you clamp your legs around your hand you’re not able to control your own movement for a few seconds, then you relax onto the cream sheets and your eyes open again, the smile on your face unmistakable.

I can feel the throbbing between my legs as we maintain eye contact. “Now that I’m sorted for a little while,” you begin, “Why don’t you get out of that Bra and Panties so I can make you feel the same way?” You end the sentence with a wink but I’m already moving towards the bed.

Monday, 30 January 2006


We’ve been out for the afternoon, lying on the beach, enjoying the sun, watching the people, reading our books.

We’ve laid there, the world has passed us by for a few hours. you climbs from your lounger and pick up your brightly coloured towel. I get the hint and rise, collecting my belongings and follow your footsteps up the beach.

Your graceful walk in front of me has my attention and I admire that beautiful figure, your costume showing off the fantastic curves I know so well to all around us.

As you stop at the road I catch up and run my hand across the fabric covered cheeks, it makes you jump a little and I slide it back towards me before entwining my fingers between yours.

We cross over to the apartments and climb the stairs. Stopping at the top, I glance out over the sea, your fingers slip from mine and I hear the key in the lock as you enter and then the shower starts.

The sun is dipping, the light reflecting off the sea, the splendour of the landscape being brought to an early evening Crescendo. I continue to look on the beauty available to me, tomorrow is another day, and one that beckons us onto a plane back home.

The shower stops and the hairdryer starts, the door to our apartment is still open, my love is in the bathroom cleansing her body of a day of the beach.

I turn and enter our room, close the front door and pass her in the doorway of the bathroom, she’s a vision wrapped in a white towel, I remove my clothes and climb into the white basin, turn the tap on and my body is doused in freezing cold water, I wait for the warmth and it slowly comes, spreading feeling back to the extremities of my body, making it easy for me to scrub.

I finish and reach for the towel, I wrap myself in its warmth for a minute before removing it again and dabbing the water from my body.

I leave the bathroom and turn into to main bedroom to see you silhouetted in the balcony doors, admiring the view towards the middle of the island, maybe tracing the paths we’d taken during the last week.

You black dress you have on, is one you know I like, it has small blue flowers on and is notionally a dress, but it barely covers your arse, and there’s no way you would go out in it. I ease up behind you and wrap one arm around your waist, my other hand reaches in the other direction and I have you in my grip, one hand on the other, you resting back on me, my chin on your shoulder sharing your view.

You turn in my arms and give me a lingering kiss before guiding me to the bed.

I lie down and you lie down next to me, entwined in each others arms, hands exploring, lips kissing, the sun slowly descending in the sky…

Tuesday, 24 January 2006


I’m sat at my desk, working hard, concentrating on what’s on my screen. I hear you call my name as you enter the room. My shoulders visibly sag.

“Wait let me tell you what happened…” You start defensively.

Every time you come into my room, it’s with a problem, what you don’t realise is that I don’t share your problem, I have some of my own.

My heart rate rises, your eyes capture mine so I can’t look away, my breathing goes shallow, I struggle to concentrate on what you’re saying and, worst of all, my dick gets hard.

I half turn towards you and take in your fantastic figure, your legs clad in tight black pants, which show off your curves fantastically, there’s a small gap showing some flesh below your black V neck jumper emphasizing your waist, your cleavage peeping out at me, your shoulders on display and I know your neck is exposed by the way you wear your hair up. Your glasses frame your beautiful eyes well, but I much prefer it when you haven’t got them on and I can see your ‘naked’ eyes for real.

You wore those very same clothes a few weeks previously, the day you caught me in the storeroom. My first instinct that day was to wrap my arms around your waist and pull you close, my second as you walked out was to stroke your shoulder and kiss your neck.

I snap back to now and realise that you’re talking, I’m sort of following what you’re saying, you tell me the reference and I turn to face the screen, concealing the bulge in my pants. It takes me two attempts to concentrate enough to type the number in right.

I can hear your breathing, smell your perfume and see you reflected in my screen, three senses are overwhelmed, Feeling your naked skin next to me and tasting you would complete the sensory set and probably blow my mind.

You lean in next to me, your head almost on my shoulder and point at the errant information, but all I can do is take in your scent and feel the warmth of your body next to mine, I turn my head towards yours and our lips almost touch, I turn quickly again to stare at the screen.

“So you ran it, and this happened?”

“Yes.” You mumble into my ear

My heart is beating its way out of chest as I turn to look at you and find you looking down at my hard cock.

“How do you suppose that happened?” you ask, and I’m not sure if you’re talking about work or not. I look deeply into your eyes, trying to gauge which is it, but play safe,

“Suppose the Interface needs tweaking.” I say

“Doesn’t look like it to me,” You say and your eyes fix again on my pants, “But lets see what we can do about it.”

With that you move towards me, the smell of your perfume enveloping me and your lips opening onto mine.

Your lips feel so soft, you’re not being firm with me, our mouths are just brushing, I move forwards, responding to your advance and you take your cue to kiss me properly.

My hand moves up your arm and over your shoulder to cup the back of your neck, pulling you even closer and my other hand searches for your hip, when I’ve got my bearings, I guide you so you’re sat in my lap.

My arms wrap around your waist, and your arms wrap around my neck, kissing me hungrily as I stroke the bare part of your back where I know your tattoo is.

The phone rings, but there’s no way I’m going to answer it, I’m tied up in a ‘meeting’ and it’s not even Eight Thirty in the morning. I don’t start until Nine.

You pause and look at me looking for a sign of wanting to answer it, but I slide my arm smoothly down your thigh, look you in the eye and reach for your lips again.

Without a word, you stand up, unzip my pants and slide them down, before removing your own and climbing astride me. You slide onto my cock and lock your arms around me, resting for a second

I look into your eyes as you start to move up and down on me, slowly and deliberately, your breathing matching mine, I can feel you wanting to rush, but I try to hold you closer to slow you down, I’ve waited for this moment for months, and I’m not wanting to rush it. You lean back and your hips move faster as you come to a frantic climax, I’m not far behind.

You sit facing me for second, your head resting on my shoulder, your warm breath on my neck and all too soon, you slide off me to redress yourself.

I watch you for a second, watch the black fabric smoothed over those lovely hips and the zip tugged back into place.

“Are you working late?” you ask with a glint in your eye.

I take in the Beauty stood before me, the woman who just rode me to ecstasy and back now looks again like butter wouldn’t melt.

“I wasn’t planning to,” I begin, “But I…”

“Good,” you interrupt, “I’ve no plans for tonight, do you fancy showing a girl a good time?”

The glint reappears in your eye and it seems that I’d better have a hearty lunch, I’m not sure what or if I’ll be eating later that day.

Wednesday, 18 January 2006

Listening Brief

She ordered me to sit on the bed, told me to get ready, made me lie so that my arms and legs were spread and tied one to each bedpost, each time, I felt the silk tighten around my wrist or ankle, just starting to bite into the skin before she stopped.

The blindfold was next, wrapped around my head and my sight was gone. Down to only four senses, touch, taste, smell and hearing.

The doorbell rang and she went downstairs, and then came back up.

“Who was that?” I asked

“Bloody door to door salespeople.” I heard her say, and I could tell from her tone that she didn’t like the interruption any more than I did.

I could hear her breathing, her movement, even the whisper of fabric as she removed the chemise from her body, and then she was leaning on the bed, touching my body, taking her time, her tongue, her lips, her fingers, tickling, probing, stroking, he was getting harder and harder with every touch.

She straddled my torso, working her way slowly up until I could feel the heat from her pussy through the fabric of her knickers, and could smell how turned on she was. I was dying to move, to grab her arse and pull her to my lips, but I was stuck, and she was teasing me. I tried to move my head closer and lick her, but she moved away.

I stopped trying to reach her when a pair of lips touched my cock, and I gasped. I simply wasn’t expecting it because I knew that they weren’t hers.

She heard me and I heard her chuckle a little, “Do you like that?” she questioned as the other person slid their tongue all over the head, I allowed a moan to escape my lips as the lips slid down over the head and I felt the inside of her mouth, the warmth on my length as her mouth engulfed me.

My hips were bucking off the bed, trying to get her to go faster as my partner kissed me and drove me higher.

I got a full five minutes of blowjob before I came in her mouth and dropped back onto the mattress.

My wife then lay next to me on her back, “Did you like that,” she whispered in my ear. “ I nodded and gasped with the effort expended.

“Our companion,” She began “Is now going to pleasure me.” And with that she lay back against my arm, and I laid by her, hearing the noises of another woman going down on her, hearing her moan, and as time went on, feeling her move next to him, moving her hips as she got ready to come and when she came, she shook and I heard her sigh of contentment.
At that, she turned over and gave me a long loving kiss as the third person got off the bed and stood up.

She reached over to stroke my face and removed the blindfold from my eyes, as my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw stood at the foot of our bed, a Blond haired, Blue Eyed six foot man with a toned body.

I looked at her and she looked back at me, awaiting my reaction.

I looked back open mouthed at both her and our visitor…

Saturday, 14 January 2006

Always the Bridesmaid

He’d found out 18 months ago, and now was the day. The day he’d looked forward to for all of that time, and it had gone slowly.

She’d arrived home to say that her sister was getting married and she was going to be a bridesmaid, and his mind and libido went into overdrive.

“Will you have to wear a dress?” was his first question “Can I choose your underwear?” was his answer to her affirmative. She thought about it and then agreed that they could go shopping together to choose some.

He’d dragged her off to bed there and then with the images whirling in his mind and he made sure that she was good and tired before he let her sleep.

This morning he’d been shooed out of the house as the many, many people had arrived, Hairdressers, make up artists, the woman from the dress shop. ‘My Trowel’s in the shed if you need to do a rescue job.” He’d quipped before grabbing his bag, closing the front door and heading for the pub.

He’d met the ‘Brother in Law’ and the other lads there for a swift pint before heading to the best man’s house to get ready.

We got ready, the car took us to the Church and I took my seat on the Bride’s side, this was the first moment I’d dreamed about, when she turned the corner and walked up the aisle. I hardly noticed the Bride, my attention was all saved for the Bridesmaid.

She turned the corner and the breath was sucked from my body. I’d seen her in a great many situations, some more compromising than others, but I’d never seen her look as stunning as she did today.

My Eyes followed her from the back of the church until she stopped at the Alter, her eyes briefly flicked towards me, and as she turned away, she smiled a knowing smile which led me to remember that under the dress that was showing off all of her best features, was underwear to die for.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her, all through the service, She was facing the front and I was facing her drinking her in, if we ever got married, she would look like this, only much more beautiful. I watched her face, the way she moved, the bouquet she held, all of it was poetry in my eyes.

Later at the Reception I could spend some time with her, I could watch her I could put my arm around her and she was paying attention to me, I was her focus. I even managed to get her up to dance, now this was absolutely unheard of. I wrapped my arm around her waist and took her on a tour of the dance floor, our eyes on each other. I whispered to her that she looked beautiful, and that I would want a photo of her dressed like this before the night was out.

She smiled at me, and said that the stocking and suspenders were turning her on, we had to stay up for another dance after that, there was no way I could walk.

The night began to close and people started to make their excuses and make their way to their hotel rooms, or to their homes.

I flashed a smile at her from across the room and indicated that I wanted to go up, she nodded slightly, I grabbed our things and headed out of the room while she spoke to her Sister.

She breezed out of the room, and we headed to the lift, as soon as the doors closed, she was in my arms, my hand stroking the back of her neck, my lips kissing hers, my other hand could feel the silk of the dress running under my fingers, the doors opened on our floor and we rushed to our room, opening the door, I went in and sat near the bed, she pushed the door closed and turned to look at me.

‘I know that the Bride and Groom should have a wedding night,’ she said with a smile, ‘but tonight I’m going to give you the night of your life’

Wednesday, 11 January 2006

Late Again

He glanced at the clock, Nine Fifteen, she was late again. It was Friday, and today would make it five days late out of five this week. Of course, he’d known that she’d be late, almost that she wanted to be.

He shook his head and returned his attention to his work, he was just finishing an email when she popped her head around the door of his cramped office.

He frowned at her and indicated the seat by the side of his desk, she sheepishly slunk into the room and lowered herself into the chair.

He let her sit in silence for a moment while he looked her up and down, he took in her black flat shoes, sheer black tights, pleated black skirt, while blouse with the pattern from her white bra showing through and her long straight brown hair, of course her beautiful eyes looked at him occasionally, but mostly she looked at the floor in shame.

‘What am I going to do with you?” he asked rhetorically “You’ve been late every single day this week.” He paused to let this sink in.

She looked up at him, parted her glossy lips to speak, but then dropped her head again.

“In line with the company disciplinary policy, this is going to have to be your final warning Rebecca,” a stern tone in his voice now, “This lateness has got to stop or we’re going to have to review your future in this office.”

Her face dropped, she looked as if she was going to cry, and he suddenly remembered how young she was, at twenty three she was nearly ten years his junior, and she was obviously shocked by both his tone and his threat.

She looked up at him with those wide eyes and her eyes seemed to plead with him, then her voice broke the silence “I really need this job John,” her voice stumbled as she continued, “I have to pay for my flat and my bills need to be paid, I’ll improve, please don’t put anything on my file.”

He looked at her and she looked back, the desperation in her face was evident and his heart started to soften, but then he realised that if he was ever going to make money for the company, he had to think like a businessman.

“I’ll do anything, she said and leaned forward in her chair towards him.”

He sat back and thought for a while, she was sat there, waiting to see what he would say.

“OK, you have a week to turn this around,” he stated, “If you’re late one more time between now and next Friday, I’ll have to find someone else. While we’re discussing your performance, I expect your work rate to be pretty high today, it’s a key date.”

She leaned back, looking grateful but slightly surprised.

“Off you go then,” John urged, “I’m sure you have things that need to be done.” With that she got up and left the room.

As she reached the door, he called after her, “By the way, Coffee, White, No sugar.” She smiled a little and disappeared from view.

He sighed slightly and wiggled his mouse to dismiss the screensaver and turned in his chair to check his email, He was halfway through reading about a new client, when Rebecca slowly re-entered the room carrying a cup of hot coffee.

She worked her way carefully around his desk and put the cup on the coaster before quickly turning to leave the room, flicking the cup over and sending the hot liquid all over the desk and onto the floor. John jumped up and shouted at her to go and get something to mop it up with. She ran out to the kitchen and came back with a tea towel, began dabbing at the desk while he watched, she then got down on her knees and mopped up the coffee. She glanced up and joked, “I didn’t think you’d want to drink it!”

As she got the last of the liquid, she looked up and he got a perfect view of her cleavage, He’d never noticed it before, but the angle was somewhat unusual, and what he was seeing caught him by surprise he’d never noticed her figure before, and she noticed that he was looking. She blushed and tried to get up quickly, but only managed in the cramped conditions to bump into his midsection and fall to the floor again, her skirt riding up and showing him that she was wearing stocking not tights.

This was one of John’s weaknesses and he immediately started to feel himself getting aroused, from Rebecca’s eyeline, she had noticed.

Kneeling up again, she reached for his angle, “You know,” she started, “ I always did want to work my way up in this company.” As she finished talking, her hand started to travel up his leg. He thought about stopping her, but she knew he was turned on and they were both Adults.

Her hand moved over his knee and worked it’s way up his thigh until it reached the bulge in his pants, and she gave it a thoughtful rub before reaching up, undoing the button and pulling the zip down. Pulling at his waistband, she tugged his pants and boxers down and his hard cock sprang out.

“Maybe I should be glad I was late now,” she purred before shaking her head to get the hair from her face and extending her tongue until it made contact with the head of his member, and he closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation and she circled him and then sunk her lips down his length.

She started to move backwards and forwards, her lips and tongue all over him, one hand holding his hip, the other wrapped around his shaft, or stroking his balls.

He could feel that he was getting more and more turned on, he opened his eyes and reached down to push her away from him, she looked at him, slightly taken aback, but he grasped her arms and pulled her roughly to her feet.

Pulling her to him, he brought his lips down to meet hers, and his hands circled her waist to lift her skirt and stroke her arse cheeks and upper legs above the stocking tops, she responded by fiercely kissing him and putting an arm around his neck.

When he’d stroked her arse enough, he eased her away again and started to unbutton her blouse until it hung open, her tits on display in the floral bra, and her eyes watching him taking her in.

“Do you like what you see?” She tempted him, He whistled in appreciation and then his face turned rather stern.

“You do realise that I still have to discipline you for your lateness.” She looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Grabbing her arms, he turned her and bent her over the desk until her face was back at him over her shoulder, he pulled her skirt up, moved the panties from her cheek and slapped it hard.

She started to get up, but he pushed her back down and slapped the same cheek again, only harder. She could feel him get his fingers under her panties, and yank them down so they laid around her ankles.

Pulling her cheeks apart, he spread her lips and pushed his long hard cock into her, so fast her hands slipped and she fell onto the desk gasping as he pulled back, grabbed her hips and banged into her again, even harder this time.

She fought to regain her position and started to push back on his thrusts with as much effort as she could. Slowing down he grabbed her blouse, pulled it off her shoulders and threw it on the chair, he then he unhooked her bra and freed her of that also, reaching round to cup her fantastic breasts, he started to fuck her hard again, pulling on her nipples and making her gasp from the sensations coursing through her body.

He sped up and slammed into her for the last time before cumming inside her. He leaned forward and kissed the small of her back before pulling her up and turning her to face him. He gave her a small kiss and reached for his pants. She retrieved her clothes from the chair and started to get dressed again.

Looking at him, she gave him a smile and then when she looked presentable, she turned to leave. She’d just got to the door, when he said her name.

“Rebecca,” he waited until she looked at him before he continued, “What are you doing tonight?”

She looked at him for a second and then said “Well, when you’ve finished your work this afternoon, I need you to look in the garage for my Dad’s Hedge trimmers, we’ve got to go and drop them off because he needs them this weekend, after that you better have something planned for our wedding anniversary and after that, lets just say that I have a little room next door booked, if you’re lucky I might just indulge one of your other fantasies. With a wink, she left the office and turned right.

“Oh, and darling,” The raised voice came from their bedroom “I wouldn’t expect to leave the house this weekend.

Sunday, 8 January 2006

Personal Time

You know how it is, with jobs, kids, friends a worries, you never stop to think that you really should make some personal time for the two of you.

Sure there’s always a drunken fumble, or just before sleep sex, but that’s not quite the same as looking into each others eyes, talking about ‘us’ or spending a night slowly building up to bedtime.

She’s been at work today, started at Lunch, won’t be home ‘til gone Nine, she’ll be tired, I am too, I’ve had the kids all day, and while I love ‘em to pieces, they aren’t half hard work.

So what do I have planned for tonight?

Well, The car’s headlights will sweep across the living room wall, engine will go silent, the car door will slam shut and the key will turn in the lock. I’ll anticipate the door opening and will be waiting as she’s barely got inside the front door, I’ll relieve her of her coat, slide the garment from her shoulders and hang it up for her, as she closes and lock’s the door, I’ll put her bag down, kiss her softly and guide her upstairs.

The light on the landing will be off, so will the one in the bathroom, but the flicker will give it away. With my hand on her bottom, she’ll reach the top of the stairs and will turn right to find a full bath with bubbles to relax into, the shadows dancing around the room from the candles lining the edges of the tub.

She’ll turn towards me and, putting her arms around my neck, she’ll reach up and kiss me on the lips, before pushing me gently away so she can get undressed. She knows how much I always want her and that watching her get undressed drives me wild with lust, I just want to dive in there and then, let my hands wander and try to turn her on too.

She’s not as horny as I am most of the time, not easily aroused. She likes the intimacy, she likes the cuddling, kissing, being held, but no so much the lovemaking.

She eases the zip down from her chest to her waist and carefully strips her top off over her head, her raised arms bring her full breasts into view for the first time and they are made to look perfect by both her lifted arms and the fantastic job her bra does of showing them off. Her hair falls as it is released from the lilac material and the curls bounce around her ears. After folding her blouse she leans on the side of the bath and removes her shoes in turn and then slides her trousers down over her ankles, bending over to place them with her blouse, I get the perfect view of her cheeks surrounded by the pink lace of her shorties. She’s done it on purpose, she knows that at this moment I could quite happily fall to my knees behind her and lick, bite and chew her arse, to be honest if I thought she’d let me, I’d be doing it by now.

I move in as she straightens up and wrap my arms around her waist, kissing her neck and shoulders, her hair gets in the way and I pull it to one side to continue the licking that I know she loves and moving onto her ears. My arms slide up her sides to cup her breasts through the see through bra, and as she feels their warmth, she melts back into my body, allowing me to make her feel good, allowing me to worship her body. She can feel how much I want her, but I know how tired she is, so I leave the room before she removes her underwear, slides into the hot water and moans as the day’s trials and tribulations start to soak from her tired limbs.

I retreat to the bedroom and allow her to relax, I know that she’ll be washing the day from her mind and the hard work from her limbs. The water will glisten from her curves, her hair tied up to stop it getting wet and her face drawn back in pleasure at the hot water that caresses every inch of her body.

I undress, lie on the bed and anticipate the possibility of what is to come, my thoughts on whether she’ll feel like making love and if she does what might happen and what I would really like to happen. I drift away in my thoughts and I my fantasy starts to form, my hand moves down my body and into my pant to caress my already hard member, I stroke it gently like I hope she will, and I feel my excitement levels grow, but I use my self discipline to stop myself.

After what achingly seems like hours, the plug is removed and I hear her get out of the bath, she appears around the doorframe to our room, wrapped in a towel, her hair pinned up and a relaxed look on her face.

She lies next to me still wrapped up, I ache to rip the towel from her body and smother her body with mine, caressing, licking, nibbling kissing, but I know that her skin will still be wet, so I console myself with rolling onto my side and reaching for her, bringing her closer, watching her watching me.

We lie for a while like that, talking occasionally, touching each other, kissing relaxed.

Then as I feel that we’re ready, I’ll gently remove her towel and roll her onto her front so that I can pull the towel from under her. My attention then returns to her, I love her back I could lick it for hours, my gaze wanders from the top of her head which is buried in the pillow, past her shoulder which is covered with the ends of her curly hair, down her back to the small which I so love to surprise her by licking, her cheeks then rise and fall into her legs which taper down to her toes.

I don’t know where to start, so I decide to start at the top and work my way down, I lie on top of her and lick her shoulders, her neck, my arms wrapped around her body. She moves with me, enjoying the feel of my tongue, warning me not to mark her when I use my teeth and murmuring her approval sometimes.

I slowly move down her back, licking both the back itself, and both sides under her arms, she squirms as my actions tickle her, ‘I can’t bear it’ she squeals and she knows that I’ll only do it even more. The small of her back beckons to me as I move lower and a long lick downwards ending there is appreciated, she loves me gently licking there for two reasons, because she likes it, and also because she knows that my next port of call will be her fabulous arse. I move my body down a little and those two cheeks hove into view.

Now I could spend hours talking about her arse, so imagine how long I could spend worshipping it, my tongue has mapped every single inch of those fabulous cheeks, my teeth love to bite it, my hand is drawn to smack it occasionally and it’s one of her best features. Tonight I lightly lick each side and then I pull the cheeks apart and bury my tongue in the puckered hole, she enjoys this, she moans quietly as I rim her.

I trail my lips down both legs and her ankles. I don’t touch her feet, she describes it as torture when I tickle her feet, so this time only I leave them alone, I’ve got an urgency to penetrate her and while I could just jump to that bit, I want to pleasure my lady, I want to enjoy the foreplay, I want to make her nice and wet before I enter her.

Turning her over, I work my way up her legs and thighs with my tongue, lips and teeth, reaching the top, I can smell her arousal, she’s already wet, but I don’t go near, I move straight past, onto her tummy an arms before coming to her breasts.

My tongue circles her tits, slowly, deliciously, teasingly, I lick the bottom of the breasts, I know she likes this, she likes this as much as her nipples being licked, so I always take my time, my tongue moves slowly up the breasts, then back down, then a bit further up towards the nipple, teasing her, I move up as if I’m about to take a nipple in my mouth, I feel her body shift to anticipate my action, but I move straight past and lick her neck, nibble her ears and kiss her soft lips.

I roll off her and she shivers at the sudden cold and moves towards me, I guide her arm down my body and she reaches to stroke me, I’m hard already as always but it doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy the sensation of her finger softly grazing my cock, or stroking my balls, her nails running over my hair, or her hand wrapping around my shaft.

I shift onto my back and he stands proudly in the air, she continues to administer to his needs and I lie back and enjoy the sensations. I urge her to use her tongue, her lips, her mouth to pleasure me, but she resists. I don’t know if she doesn’t like it or she can’t be bothered, I moan as her fingers stroke me, and plead to be pleasured, she sighs and moves her head down my torso, until I can feel her breath, and her lips follow, then her tongue too and I’m in Heaven.

She moves up and down, licking every single inch and her hand helps, her lips open and close around the edge and she can feel my arousal, she knows this drives me mad, but she’s so reluctant to do it. I beg for her to suck me, but she shakes her head and it makes her lips move up and down the side of my shaft, driving me mad with desire, my hips move in time with her, I beg again, I promise her things but she stops and lies back down next to me.

I lower my head to her nipple and gently roll it between my lips, her hand brushes the back of my head and pulls me closer, and I urgently suck, pausing only to lick my fingers then my hand makes it’s way down her body and slides between her labia, her clit is raised already, begging to be touched. She makes a token effort to stop me, but my finger circles her slowly, maintaining contact all of the time, she pulls me closer, grips me while she starts to move her hips, she tries to turn onto her back but I stop her. She moans and tries again, and I allow her to, she places both feet on the bed and I switch nipples briefly before searching out her lips for a kiss.

She can’t keep her hips still now, her kissing becomes more and more urgent, and she moves with my fingers. My left hand reaches around her neck and my fingers seek out her left nipple, my lips return to her right breast and my finger reach for lubrication before returning to her clit, her moans grow louder as her movements become more animated.

I know she’s reaching the point of no return and to spur her on my fingers pull on one nipple while my lips pull on the other. The change makes her movements more pronounced and she kisses me before she starts moaning, shaking and clinging to me while her orgasm peaks then subsides, she pushes my fingers from her pussy and wraps herself around me, desperately kissing me deeper and deeper until I gasp for breath.

Monday, 2 January 2006

The First piece I wrote

The evening was looking good

Thinking back on the day's events, she remembered leaving work in the dark, and trudging in the wet and cold to the bus stop
Standing at the bus stop, she'd tried not to watch the young couple kissing while she ‘looked forward’ to a lonely night in, just her, the soaps and a microwave meal.
That was all she had planned, and then probably an early night so she'd have the energy to face the office in the morning for the early meeting.

The bus journey was uneventful, just the usual coughing and spluttering because of the weather, the odd attempted sideswipe at a car by the bus driver and lots of people getting on and off, the bus gradually emptying, but she was lost in her reflections of the day. Before she knew it, they were passing the park, and after ringing the bell slowly and carefully rose and make her way to the front.
'Evening Luv' the bus driver said as she stepped down the doors hissed and it pulled away leaving her in the dark as the light moved on.
Wandering down the road avoiding the puddles, she day dreamed about him, stuck in Glasgow, working hard, probably trying to make his way to his hotel at the moment, he'd be listening to some calming music as he negotiated the traffic jams, maybe reflecting on his own day.

Turning right up the path, she used her key to open the front door of the flats and stopped momentarily to make sure the door closed, what with the wind, it didn't always catch properly.
the stairs creaked as she climbed them, complaining that she wanted to use them almost, getting to the first floor landing, she moved quietly past the doors, trying not to engage the neighbours, the last thing she wanted to do was listen to Mrs Kline's monologue about the kids in the next block, especially if it was the 12" disco remix version with 3 choruses of 'They should make them do national service'
as she climbed to the second floor, she could see the light coming from under her door, she was thought she'd turned it off, but it was on.
Getting her keys back out of her pocket, she unlocked the deadbolt and then the Yale, the door swung easily away from her and she could see the light was on in the hall.
Quietly pushing the front door closed, she pulled off her heavy winter coat, and straightened her hair as she flicked off her shoes and pushed them with her toes under the shoe rack. Her bag hung behind the door, she turned into the kitchen, flicked the kettle on, and moved into the bathroom.

The bathroom was cold, and the feel of her toes on the tiles chilled her a little. She sat on the side of the bath, turning the hot tap on, she waited for it to run warm before putting the plug in, and paused momentarily while choosing which bubble bath to use
the green one caught her eye, and she slowly unscrewed the top and poured some into the water, immediately the white foam rested on the top of the bath
water and the scent of apple surrounded her.

Moving towards the bedroom, she heard the kettle switch itself off, if she sat down or lay down, she knew that she’d be asleep in no time at all, a cup of coffee might keep her awake long enough to eat some food.

But no it’d be better to get in the bath and relax before she tackled anything else.
Swiftly undressing, she threw her clothes in the hamper and waited until the bath was full enough, she turned off the hot tap, added some cold, and after a quick stir with her hand, she eased her aching body into the steaming liquid

The groan she let out, as she felt the warmth coarse though her body, echoed off the walls and back to her. With her head laid back on the end of the tub, she though again of him, slipping into the shower after a hard day at the office, his hands moving all over his body, down his legs, over his torso, across his shoulders and the water running off his face and down his toned body.

Thoughts of him, made her feel good, and her fingers absent mindedly traced under her breasts and then came up to brush her nipples, they grew hard under her touch, and she could feel the rest of her body responding also, she gently traced her fingers up her thighs and over her hips before resting again.

She lay there for a while alternatively washing and resting, after about half an hour, she let the water out and pulling the shower curtain across, turned the shower on and started to wash her hair, making sure she got all of the rain and city grime out of it

As she pulled the hair through her fingers to remove the water, she watched it run down her body, over her curves, the soapy liquid eventually wandering down the bath and down the plug hole.

Reaching beyond the curtain, she grabbed the towel and wrapped it over her chest, then stepping out of the bath she reached into the cupboard for a smaller towel and wrapped it around her long dark hair

Making her way from the bathroom, she was starting to feel hungry, and thought about throwing something in the Micro, but decided she'd rather get dressed first.
As she pushed the bedroom door open and switched on the light , the first thing she noticed were the flower petals, they were many colours, and went from the door around the bed, her eyes following the path to the pillow. There at the top of the bed laid out carefully was the most beautiful green dress, knee length with short sleeves, it was lined and she knew it would fit her perfectly. It was the one they’d seen in town the other week, and next to it a red box, a black box and a white envelope.

Moving to the bed, she opened the red box to find some lovely underwear, black pretty but understated, Bra, hi legs and tights

The black box contained a lovely wrap, it’s colour complemented the dress and as she wrapped it around her shoulders, she could feel the warmth, gently she put it back into the box and picked up the last item.

Her fingers caressed the envelope trying to feel what was inside, but her impatience got the better of her, and she excitedly tore it open, sliding the contents out slowly there were two tickets to the theatre in town for the play she had wanted to see, and the final sheet of paper simply said

‘I’ll pick you up at eight.’

Looking at the alarm clock, she could see it was already 7:15. It was a good job she’d already bathed, rushing back into the bathroom, she spent fifteen minutes drying her hair, and ten getting her makeup right.

Returning to the bedroom, she removed her towel, and after using it to dry herself, she draped it over the end of the bed.

Reaching into the Red box, she removed the underwear and slid the knickers over her feet and up her legs until they fitted snugly, looking in the mirror, she adjusted them

She placed one bra strap on her right shoulder and slipped the other up her left arm and onto that shoulder, she adjusted the bra so that it was over her breasts, and reached around behind her to fasten it, running her hands underneath the cups, she eased the under wire into position so that everything felt comfortable.

The tights were next and on each leg the sheer material slid up her smooth legs and after tugging them on, she smoothed them into place.

Looking at the clock, it was 07:40, and turning to look in the mirror, she was rather pleased with how she looked, of course stockings would have been sexier, but with the weather he’d made a wise choice, she loved him for that. Running her fingers over the bra, she could feel the quality of the material

Reaching for the dress she picked it up by the shoulders, and turning it over, undid the zip. She wanted to feel the smooth shiny material against her skin, it had felt good when she’d tried it on in the shop, but now it was hers and she loved it.

She rubbed her hands all over her body and teased the garment into place, so it hung just right. Reaching for the wrap, she felt the warmth on her shoulder again, and she knew he’d be knocked out when he saw her, he’d said she looked beautiful in the shop, but that was with the stress of the day in her face, and the white trainers she’d been wearing.

She looked down suddenly, ‘Shoes!’ she said out loud, and as she turned to go to the wardrobe, she heard her mobile phone beeping, that was probably him to say he was on his way, turning quickly she retrieved it from her bag in the hall and brought the message up as she walked back into the bedroom.

‘I’m outside’ it screamed at her, damn, he was early, calming down quickly, she decided to take her time, he can hang around for me, he’ll think I’m worth the wait.

Reaching into the bottom of the wardrobe, she removed two pairs of black shoes, one with higher heels than the other

Slipping into the shorter pair, she looked in the mirror ‘Hmm’ escaped her lips, she’d be a little smaller than him, but she’d be a lot more comfortable.

Reaching back into the wardrobe, she replaced the other pair, and then unhooked her coat from the hanger, slipping it over her shoulders, she went to the front door, grabbing her keys, opened the door and closed it behind her. All that could be heard from inside the flat was the click of the Yale engaging and the clunk as the deadbolt slid into place.