Five Minute Fantasies 3

by Cathryn Cooper

  ‘That’s it, good girl. I. Am. In. Charge.’ Each word was punctuated with a near brutal thrust as she continued to constrict and flicker and squeeze around him. Grabbing her hips, he released her hands. ‘Clear?’ Not now. Not yet. He had to hear her say it.

  ‘Clear,’ she barked, bowing her head, bracing her body for his with palms flattened against the pale blue wall.

  His orgasm tore out of him along with a sound that sounded nearly evil with its primal nature.

  Jon fell against her, his head on her shoulder. His arms clutched, possessively, around her waist. He let himself fall free of her, smoothed her skirt, spun her to face him.

  ‘Jon Leavey, the new CEO,’ he said, offering his huge hand to her small one. ‘Just came on board. Pleasure to meet you.’

  She eyed his hand. Not warily, he noted, but hungrily. ‘Elise Prevost, new Senior Administrative Assistant to the CEO. The pleasure is all mine.’ She shook as if he hadn’t just fucked her nearly unconscious. She was coming back to herself. Her normal take-charge attitude shining through. Even with her dress still hiked up around her naked hips and the smell of her all over his fingers, his face.

  ‘We’d better go, Elise,’ he sighed, holding out her panties as she stepped into them. He smoothed her skirt and gave her a brief but wet kiss. ‘They’ll be announcing me soon enough. Then I will be announcing you. Think you can handle that?’

  She nodded, briefly, smoothing her sheath, fixing her hair.

  ‘I thought so,’ he said, parting the coats. ‘When I first saw you, I had the feeling you could handle just about anything. You’re just what I need. Do you think I’m right?’

  A ghost of a smile lit her face and she tucked her hand into his. ‘I think I can handle you,’ she said.

  ‘And when I take you to task? Any time I want. Any way I want. What then?’

  ‘I can handle that too,’ she said, and led him back to the party.

  Collision

  by Alex de Kok

  He never saw her until it was too late. Not paying attention to where he was, the figure leaving the bus station was sprawling on the ground almost before the collision registered.

  ‘Oh, my God! I’m so sorry. My fault, entirely.’ He reached out a hand to help her up again, startled when the understandable anger on her face was replaced with a broad smile. She took his hand and came easily to her feet as he pulled her up, pulling her light summer dress back down to where it should be. He blinked, the image of long, tanned legs and tiny panties burnt onto his retina.

  ‘I’ve heard of sweeping a girl off her feet, Jack, but never quite like that!’

  He frowned. ‘I’m sorry,’ he began, then realised. ‘Jenny! Jenny Akers!’

  ‘Well remembered, Jack.’

  ‘Hard to forget, Jenny.’ He gave her a lopsided smile. ‘Looks like yours don’t usually come with the programming skill you showed.’

  ‘Which you encouraged and developed, remember?’

  He shrugged. ‘What I was there for.’ He looked at her, trying not to stare, because in the year or two since she’d graduated, Jenny Akers seemed to have become even more beautiful. ‘What are you doing these days? Programming?’

  ‘Only for pleasure.’ She cocked her head. ‘You mean you haven’t seen me?’

  He frowned. ‘Seen you where?’

  She laughed. ‘Everywhere. Like there, for instance.’ She pointed to a hoarding on the wall across the road. A huge sign advertising cosmetics, a scantily-clad siren seemingly offering her all to lure buyers. He looked again, then, startled, he looked again at the girl beside him. No make-up, hair tied back in a ponytail, but he recognised that she was the girl on the sign. She nodded.

  ‘Yep, Jack, it’s me. I did a few life classes to help pay my way through my final year, and I guess I got discovered. Whatever, after I graduated, I started commercial modelling. I make a lot more with that than I ever could programming. I still program, but mostly as a hobby now, of course, because I still get a buzz out of it.’

  ‘I’m glad. I think you were one of my best students.’

  ‘How about you, Jack? Still teaching?’

  ‘Only part-time, for fun.’ He grinned. ‘I guess I have my own success story. Remember Terry Mason?’

  ‘I think so, yes. Um, a research student, kind of intense. He took a couple of seminars for us when you couldn’t make it.’

  ‘That’s him. Well, Terry and I started a little software company and it’s done rather well.’

  ‘Good. You deserve it.’ She bent and retrieved the holdall she’d dropped.

  He reached for it. ‘Let me carry that for you.’ She surrendered it with a smile. ‘Where am I taking it?’

  ‘Oh! Taxi rank. I’ll get a cab out to the cottage.’

  ‘My car’s parked just around the corner. May I give you a lift?’

  ‘Don’t you have to be somewhere?’

  ‘Not until next week. Terry’s minding the store while I have a few days off.’

  ‘If you’re sure?’

  ‘Certain.’

  She gave him her dazzling smile again. ‘Thanks, Jack, I’d love that.’

  ‘This way, then.’

  She stopped dead when she saw the car, then grinned at him. ‘A Porsche? I guess you are doing well.’

  He shrugged, smiling. ‘Not paid for yet.’ He opened the car door for her. ‘In you get.’

  She smiled and lowered herself into the seat. Maybe lower than she’d anticipated, she seemed to slip and there was a flash of tanned thigh before she swung her feet in and pulled her hemline down.

  ‘Oops,’ she said, colour in her cheeks.

  He gave her a wry smile. ‘You’re not the first to get caught out. Sorry, should have warned you.’ He dropped her holdall into the space behind her seat and moved around to the driver’s side, quickly settling behind the wheel. ‘Okay, where am I taking you?’

  ‘You know Grange?’

  ‘Of course. My cousin lives at Swinside.’

  ‘Along Borrowdale to Grange, over the bridge, through the village, then head back towards Swinside. The cottage is outside Grange, on the left, against the hillside.’

  ‘Okay, Jenny, we’re on our way.’

  It didn’t take long, even though Jack wisely kept the speed down on the winding roads, and Jenny directed him to a low slate-built cottage, tight against the hillside.

  ‘Park the car to the right, Jack. Keeps the view clear.’

  ‘You mean you don’t like looking at my car?’ he said, affecting sorrow.

  Jenny grinned. ‘Idiot. Not when I can see the beauty of the Lakes instead.’

  ‘You’re right, no contest.’

  He moved quickly to help her out, but she couldn’t help giving him the flash of thigh again.

  She grinned. ‘I think it’s jeans if I ride in your car again.’

  ‘Please, no. You have gorgeous legs.’

  She stared at him for a moment, and he became aware of the thrust of her nipples against the light material of her summer dress, before she took a deep breath and turned towards the cottage, fumbling in her bag for her keys.

  ‘Can I offer you a coffee, Jack?’

  ‘I’d love one,’ he said, pulling her bag out from behind the seat.

  Inside, she took the bag from him, and indicated the door beside him. ‘Take a seat in there, Jack. I’ll dump the bag and get the kettle on. I hope you don’t mind instant?’

  ‘Of course not, that’s what I usually drink.’

  ‘I’ll just be a moment.’

  He moved into the room she’d indicated, her living-room. Small, comfortable, two short couches facing each other over a coffee table beside the fire. No television, he noted. A hi-fi combination against the wall, pictures on the walls. He glanced around at them, and stopped, transfixed. He moved closer. At first he thought it was monochrome, then realised it was the lighting, because there was subdued colour in the image.

  It was Jenny in the photograph, Jenny as he’d never se
en her before. Hair loose about her shoulders, leaning against a stone wall, one arm up and behind her head, the other resting loosely on her thigh. Strong side-lighting enhanced the curves of her body. A beautiful body. A naked body, for it was a nude shot and he found himself lost in her beauty.

  ‘I take it you like that one?’ Jenny’s tone was dry, but there was a smile on her face and in her eyes when he turned to her, a flush on his face.

  He nodded. ‘One of the most beautiful nude shots I can ever remember seeing,’ he said.

  ‘I must say I’m quite pleased with it. Most of the photos from that shoot were good, but I really like that one.’

  He gave her a wry smile. ‘When you said you’d done some life modelling, I didn’t make the connection.’

  Jenny laughed. ‘Too wrapped up in your computers, Jack. That’s your trouble.’

  ‘Not so much so that I cannot appreciate the beauty of a woman,’ he said. ‘Especially one as lovely as you.’

  She stared at him for a moment, then smiled, hesitant suddenly. ‘Kettle’s on. Coffee in a minute.’ She turned to go back to the kitchen, then stopped. ‘How’s Kathy?’ she said abruptly.

  He shrugged. ‘No idea. She ditched me a year ago.’

  ‘I’m sorry.’ She began to turn away, but stopped, turning back to him. ‘No, I won’t pretend. I’m not sorry it’s over, Jack, but I am sorry if you got hurt.’ This time she did turn away and moved into the kitchen, leaving him staring after her. He shrugged, and sat on one of the couches.

  She was back in moments, two coffees on a tray, a plate of biscuits. She put the tray on the coffee table, then sat on the couch opposite him, gesturing to the biscuits.

  ‘Help yourself, Jack.’ She made a face. ‘I only keep them for guests. I need to lose a few pounds before my next shoot.’

  He shook his head. ‘I can’t see where.’

  ‘You would if I was naked,’ she retorted, then flushed. ‘Oops. Sorry, Jack, I’m too used to being criticised. The money’s good, very good, but some of the people? Yuck, you don’t want to know.’ She gestured. ‘That picture you like? That was done by a friend, Michelle Young. She usually does accessory shots, but she wanted to broaden her portfolio. I think it worked, because she’s been doing some good fashion shoots. She says it was because of the portfolio, but I think it’s her talent.’

  ‘It helps to have a beautiful model, Jenny, but as an uninvolved bystander, I’d say the quality of the image speaks for itself.’

  ‘I think so, too, but as the model? Well, I’m told that it was me who got her the work.’ Jenny shrugged. ‘Blinkered idiots. They’ll see their error when her work sells.’ She smiled. ‘Enough! Tell me what you’ve been doing?’

  They chatted for a while, catching up, sharing memories, and Jack found himself almost wishing that Jenny still moved in his world, but he acknowledged wryly that a software geek and a successful model seemed doomed to separation. He drained his cup, and stood.

  ‘Probably time I wasn’t here, Jenny. You must have loads to do.’

  She seemed about to protest, to say something, but instead she nodded, giving him a half smile. ‘I suppose so. It’s been great running into you.’

  He laughed. ‘I thought it was me running into you.’

  ‘You know what I meant,’ she retorted.

  ‘Of course. Thanks for the coffee and the biscuits.’

  ‘Any time.’

  About to respond to her comment, he thought better of it, and nodded. He moved away, through the door, and into the passageway. Disoriented for a moment, he stopped, and turned. He hadn’t anticipated Jenny being so close behind him and she collided with him. He was aware of the brush of soft breasts against his arm, before he grabbed at her to stop her falling.

  ‘Nearly,’ he said, and faltered. Her face was only inches from his, a startled awareness in her eyes, and without him being aware of either of them moving, she was in his arms, her lips seeking his in a heated kiss that seemed endless, her mouth mashing against his, tongues twining. She broke the kiss and leaned against him, her head on his chest, her breathing erratic. Without volition, his hands moved as if they were alive, independent, and he cupped her breasts. She shuddered, her head still against him, her hands covering his, pressing them against her, her nipples rigid nubs against his palms.

  Her head came up and her eyes, enormous, flickered all over his face, until she grabbed his hand, turning abruptly and dragging him behind her up the narrow staircase and into what had to be her bedroom. She tugged him into the room, then pushed him onto the bed, on his back, ripping off his shoes. Her face was flushed, and her hands went to his belt, fumbling at the buckle, and the zipper, sliding it down over his growing erection.

  She looked up at him and a smile curved her lips. ‘Lift your bum,’ she ordered. Amused, excited, hoping, he did, and she pulled his jeans and his boxer shorts off in one smooth moment. He winced as the waistband of his boxers caught on his erection and she stopped, horrified.

  ‘Jack, oh God, I am so sorry,’ she said, her voice a bare whisper.

  ‘It’s okay, Jenny,’ he said, smiling, sitting up and stripping his shirt off over his head. He was naked now, except for his socks, and something he’d read or heard came back to him, that a man clad just in socks could only look ridiculous, so that he hurried to remove them. Naked now, he caught her anxious look.

  ‘Are you – ?’ he began, stopping to clear his throat, but before he could say anything else she’d kicked off her shoes and moved to kneel astride his legs. Holding his gaze with hers, she slowly unbuttoned her dress and let it slide back off her arms. She wasn’t wearing a bra, but he’d guessed that from glimpses of her nipples pressing against the material of her dress and he almost forgot to breathe at his first sight of her naked breasts, firm, rounded, the nipples erect in inch-across goose-bumped areolae.

  All she was wearing now was panties, skimpy, low, and he could see a wet spot in the crotch, clear against the pale, pink material. She made as if to take them off and he stopped her.

  ‘No,’ he said. Surprised, she stopped, and he reached to the waistband and ripped it open, then again at the other side, all the time holding her eyes with his. He pulled on the front and the remains of her panties slid between her legs. He could smell her now, that rich, complicated aroma of a sexually excited woman and he lifted the rags of her panties to his nose, breathing deeply. He smiled up at her. ‘I’ll buy you new ones,’ he said. She laughed, and then the smile faded slowly from her face.

  She took a deep breath and shuffled forward on her knees, poising herself over him, then lowering herself onto his hardness. They both groaned, and he could feel the clinging scald of her as she slid down over the hot, hard length of him.

  ‘Oh, yes!’ she said on a gusty breath, ‘Yes!’ She wriggled a little, and then her butt was on his thighs and as much of him as would fit was buried in her snug, soft wetness. Boneless, almost, she collapsed forward onto him, and he put his arms around her, holding her tightly to him. They clung to each other for a long, slow moment, and then she pushed herself upright and began to move, raising herself until she almost left him, then sliding back down again until her bottom touched his thighs again.

  ‘Oh, Jack,’ she whispered, ‘it feels so good. So very, fucking good.’ She managed a shaky smile. ‘I wanted to do this three years ago,’ she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

  He shook his head, smiling. ‘We couldn’t, then, but now, we can.’

  Her face changed and she groaned. ‘I feel so full,’ she whispered. ‘You feel huge inside me.’

  ‘And you feel so wonderfully tight,’ he said.

  She smiled, a soft, sweet curving of her lips. She moved steadily, lifting, then falling, her juices flowing freely, her nipples like pebbles. Her breathing deepened and she began to pant.

  ‘Oh, my God!’ she gasped. ‘You’re going to make me come! Oh, shit. Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!’ She dragged air into her lungs with a tortured gasp and
he could feel her pussy clutching at him, could see her belly rippling and she screamed his name as her orgasm took her and rattled her and left her limp and exhausted. She collapsed across him, gasping for breath.

  He held her tight, waiting until her tortured lungs could get enough oxygen. Eventually, she pushed herself up, his still hard erection firmly buried in her. She had come, but he hadn’t. Her face was flushed and she avoided his eyes.

  ‘What’s up?’ he said, gentle, concerned.

  Her eyes flickered to his, and she shook her head. ‘Nothing.’

  ‘Embarrassed?’ he said.

  After a long pause, she nodded. ‘Yes, a little.’

  ‘Why? Jenny, love, you never need be ashamed of good, honest passion,’ he said. She gave him a half smile. ‘That’s better. Now, you came,’ he said, ‘but I didn’t.’

  She opened her mouth to say something but his fingers were across her mouth. He brushed his thumb across her lips and felt her kiss. Holding her eyes, he flexed his prick deep within her pussy and she giggled His hands moved up and he cupped her breasts again, letting his thumbs rub lightly over her nipples. She sighed contentedly and he let his hips begin to move, pushing up into her wetness.

  ‘That’s good,’ she whispered.

  ‘I’m glad,’ he said, ‘because I want to do this a lot.’

  Her lips curved in a smile. ‘A lot?’

  ‘A lot.’

  A long pause, then, ‘Good.’

  He slid his hands down from her breasts and rested them on her hips, holding her in place on him as he thrust up at her, his hips moving steadily now. There were beads of sweat on her brow in the warm summer evening.

  ‘Oh, Jack,’ she whispered. ‘That feels wonderful. You feel so big in me.’

  ‘You like that?’

  ‘I love it.’

  ‘Good,’ he said, never ceasing his steady thrusts into her soaking depths.