Mistaken Identity

by Christopher Maddox

  Shannen:

  I’m at the grocery picking something up for dinner.

  Give me forty-five minutes to an hour. That will

  give me time to take care of Charlie and freshen up a bit.

  I grinned, reaching down to reposition my swollen cock before it became strangled in my briefs.

  Alex:

  That sounds good. Take whatever time you need,

  sexy. Give Charlie a treat for me.

  Shannen:

  Will do sexy. I can’t wait to see you, all of you.

  Later, baby. Bye.

  I had to eventually remove my trousers in an effort to get comfortable. My erection was not going to go away. I just couldn’t get the image of her freshly-shaven, dark-brown pussy, all wet and sticky, out of my mind. I almost relieved myself but decided, at the last minute, not to because I was certain that she would want me to masturbate with her.

  I was at my desk, looking over some sales figures, when her Skype call came through. I clicked to accept the video feed, and her beautiful face appeared immediately. All I could see was her face and bare shoulders.

  “Hi, beautiful. I’ve never seen you with dark-red lip-gloss before. It looks sexy. Are you naked?”

  “I’m horny, and I feel slutty tonight. I’m sort of naked, but I see that you still have your clothing on.”

  I smiled and tilted the camera down so she could see my erection. My cock was sticking out of the top of my briefs a couple of inches. Precum was smeared across my stomach, matting the thin strip of hair going from my naval down to my sex.

  “Hmmmm,” she moaned, “take your shorts off. I want to see all of it.”

  I lifted up to slide my briefs down with a thin strip of clear liquid stretching from my tummy to the tip of my cock. “There, is that better?”

  She sighed. “I guess I haven’t had enough of that thing yet. Every time I see it my heart races because I can feel it going in.”

  I reached down and stroked myself a couple of times, squeezing more of my arousal from the end. “I want to see your titties. Are your nipples hard?”

  She grinned. “Oh, I think they are, but you won’t be able to see them, not just yet, anyway. I think you had better take your shirt off, if you don’t want to get sticky, white stuff all over it.”

  I unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off my shoulders while I watched her slowly lower the angle of her camera. Her breasts were partially covered with some sort of black bodice that barely covered her nipples. I groaned as she stood up to reveal that she was wearing a black bustier and a black garter belt with black nylon stockings. Her black, lacy panties were so thin, I could see her lips through them. There was no pad or gusset in her panties, and her arousal was obvious. They were wet and clinging to her pussy. She set the camera so I could watch her take a few steps and turn around. She had on four-inch heels that hiked her bottom up, making it stick out more than it usually did. Her ass was bare, her walk sexy and lascivious.

  “Oh, God,” I said as she turned so I could see her bare bottom, her thong buried deep in her cleft.

  She looked over her shoulder at me. “Is this sexy enough to match my slutty lip-gloss?”

  I chuckled while I looked at her incredible bottom. “Just about the time I think that you couldn’t get any sexier, you do,” I groaned as I sat back and slowly stroked myself.

  “I’m so horny I can’t wait any longer,” she said as she took off her panties and held the crotch up to the camera, so I could see how wet she was.

  She sat back down in front of her laptop and spread her legs on either side of it, just as she had done the night before. She scooted her pussy up to the camera as close as she could. The bottom of her bustier was visible just above her mound. Her garter straps and the tops of her nylons were visible on either side.

  “You are unbelievably sexy,” I whimpered as I stared at her swollen sex, seeing a thick gloss of her juices painted across her luscious pink core.

  She flinched when her finger barely touched her clit. Her thighs trembled as she slid her middle finger around its slippery surface, teasing the thin, delicate skin covering it. “Oh, baby, I have been thinking about this all day. I had to put tissue in my panties to keep from soiling my dress slacks at work.”

  I had to stop for a moment to calm down. The visual stimulation of looking at her dressed as she was, along with the raw sounds of pleasure she was making, was getting me there too quickly. “No one has ever turned me on like you do,” I growled.

  She stiffened as she slid two fingers inside her sex and curled them slightly so she could rub her G-spot. She whined as her fingers moved back and forth over the swollen tissue. “You do this so much better than I do, but it still feels good. It feels especially good when I know you are watching me,” she said in a raspy voice as she sat back and closed her eyes.

  Within a couple of minutes, the slow manipulations of her fingers went to short, quick, in-and-out thrusts as she began fucking herself and moaning loudly. She reached up with her left hand and placed her middle finger on her right breast just above the bustier. With a slight upward tug, her nipple slowly slid out from under her bodice.

  “Oh, my God, baby. I’ve never seen anything that hot,” I groaned while I resumed sliding my hand up and down.

  I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she writhed and moaned making soppy, smacking sounds as she pounded her fingers into her wet flesh. I watched as she squeezed her nipple, pressing firmly into its gnarly surface. Her thighs quivered as she slowly drew her knees up off the table and brought them toward her chest.

  “Oh, yes. Oh, God, yes, please yes,” she cried out. Her body went rigid and convulsed curling on itself as her stomach muscles contracted tightly. She held her fingers deep inside her pussy as she went through spasm after spasm, convulsing and thrusting into her hand with each flooding gush of her orgasm.

  I watched her convulse repeatedly and listened to every beautiful moan, whimper, and squeal as her body writhed in ecstasy. I had stopped moving my hand, wanting to concentrate on her joy and her exquisite body.

  She grinned at me through hazy, deliriously-happy eyes as she slowly relaxed and lowered her legs back onto the table. “That felt wonderful, darling,” she purred.

  I began slowly sliding my hand up and down my shaft again, knowing that if I slid my fingers over the head, I would climax instantly.

  “You were beautiful, baby. The most beautiful thing in the world is watching you climax. I love watching you do that. I love the sounds you make when you orgasm. I’m close, honey, very close. I’m going to come now. I can’t hold it any longer,” I said, barely above a whisper as I watched her hand rubbing slippery, soppy circles around on her swollen lips.

  She cooed warmly. “Yes, baby. Come for me. I wish I were there to help you. I have good hands and a good mouth,” she grinned. “I bet my slippery fingers would feel good on your dick right now,” she moaned as she held up her wet, juicy hand to the camera.

  “You are so beautiful and so sexy. I’m gonna come, baby,” I said as I pounded hard. I shuddered with a primal groan as I felt the first long strip of my creamy sperm leave my body and land on my neck and across my chest. My body contracted from deep within three or four more times, spewing more of my warm seed on my chest and stomach. With one more mild contraction, I moaned softly as the last of my sperm flowed out over my fist.

  She gasped with a quick intake of air when I first erupted. She quivered with a slight whine each time I erupted, spewing more of my seed.

  “Good boy,” she moaned quietly. “You came so much. You are such a good boy. Just look at all that beautiful cum,” she said in the sweetest, most appreciative way.

  I let out a breathy laugh, gasping for air. “I came so hard because I watched you have such a powerful orgasm in an incredibly sexy outfit. Where have you been keeping that?”

  She smiled as she coquettishly slipped one of her fingers into her mouth. “I left work early today and stopped by the lingerie shop t
his afternoon to get it just for you. From the amount of cum on your chest, you must like it a lot.”

  I laughed. “Watching you have an orgasm is the biggest turn-on I’ve ever had.”

  “Alex, I really miss you. I mean it. We need to spend some time together, you know, to get to know each other better, much better.”

  “I talked to Michael today and told him that I was going to be spending more time in Seattle and that he would have to start taking the reins of the company and run it.”

  “What did he say?”

  “He was nervous, of course, but I wasn’t, not at all. He has been training the past four years to do just that, and it’s time he takes charge. It’s better for him to start running the company now while I’m still around to answer questions and lend a helping hand.”

  “I’m so glad, Alex. That tells me that we are going to have plenty of quality time to get to know one another. I’ll take some time away from the office, so we can do some things like travel and just be together. It will also give me plenty of time to catch up on sex after not having any for far too long.”

  I thought about that for a moment while I lifted the camera angle so she could see my smile. “I think that you are going to have to take it easy on me, or you are going to run the risk of wearing me out,” I said, trying to keep a straight face.

  She giggled. “Ha! If I didn’t wear you out last weekend, I think that you will be just fine.”

  “It won’t be long until I’m back in Seattle to stay for a while, and I can’t wait to get there so I can hold you in my arms and feel your soft, warm body again.”

  “Hmmmm,” she moaned, “me, too, baby.”

  “Speaking of warm bodies, this sticky goo that is all over me is getting cold. I think I’m going to get cleaned up, then go to bed and read a while. I’m getting tired.”

  She grinned. “Okay, lover. You go ahead and clean up, and I’ll feed Charlie and take him out for another walk before it gets dark. Same time tomorrow?”

  “Wild horses couldn’t keep me away from this laptop tomorrow. “

  She laughed as she covered her breasts with her hands. “That’s all you get tonight, handsome. Bye, bye,” she said as she disconnected and my screen went blank.

  “Goodbye, sexy,” I said a little too late while I looked down at my messy chest.

  ******

  Wednesday was filled with meetings and lunch at the club. I made sure that I took the time to visit all of the departments at the plant. I wanted to tell some of my longtime friends that have worked for me for so many years, that I was going to take some time off and that Michael was going to run things in my absence. I hadn’t thought about it beforehand, but most of them wanted to make sure that I was all right and that I didn’t have some sort of health problem that was forcing me out.

  Darcy called me at three-thirty and invited me to dinner. She said that she would cook pot roast again, if I wanted it. I laughed and told her that I appreciated the invite, but I suggested that, instead of her going to all of that trouble again, why didn’t all of us just meet at the club for dinner. That way she wouldn’t have to work, and we could spend the extra time visiting. She thought that was a great idea so we made plans to meet at six-thirty.

  The clubhouse was about twenty years old, and it lacked the modern, up-to-date style and architecture that some of the newer clubs had. It was, however, the oldest club with the most sought-after membership in the area. There was a long waiting list of people wanting to get in. Actually, a lot of the memberships were handed down to younger family members when the time came.

  It had been remodeled about three years prior, but there is only so much that can be done with low ceilings and old, outdated windows and doors. It had a nice open bar that was made of dark oak with a satin finish. The chairs were covered in lush, dark-brown leather that held up well to the spills and dribbles that are an inevitable part of operating a bar and restaurant. The wall behind the bar was covered with beveled glass mirrors and endless racks of liquor stacked in front of them.

  The bar itself had ten booths that were placed around the perimeter walls, including the one that overlooked the eighteenth green. Depending on the need, additional tables could be placed in the middle of the floor between the booths and the bar itself. Through a set of open double doors, there was a larger dining room that accommodated approximately two hundred people, when needed.

  We were seated in the bar area because it was cozier, and it was usually less noisy than the main dining room. The conversation was upbeat and cheerful as everyone was in a particularly good mood. Michael had finally decided that he was happy about taking a more active role in running the company, especially, since I wouldn’t be spending much time in the office next to his and looking over his shoulder.

  I reminded him that I would need to meet with him from time to time to make sure that Charlie had a steady supply of doggie treats, which caused everyone to laugh.

  We had finished eating about eight o’clock our time, which would make it five o’clock in Seattle, when I received a text from Shannen.

  Shannen:

  I’m just letting you know that I will be

  home in about an hour.

  Alex:

  That’s great. I’m having dinner with Michael,

  Darcy, and Amy at the club this evening, but I

  will be home in plenty of time for your call.

  Shannen:

  Oh, it’s nice that you’re having dinner with

  them tonight because you will be leaving

  tomorrow.

  Alex:

  Suddenly, tomorrow doesn’t seem that far away.

  Shannen:

  I know handsome, but tonight is going to be a

  very long and lonely night just knowing that

  we will be together tomorrow.

  Alex:

  Amy is getting cranky, so we have to go.

  Talk to you later.

  Shannen:

  Okay, baby, later.

  I kissed Darcy and Amy goodbye in the parking lot as we left the club. I walked around to Michael’s side of the car and gave him a big hug.

  “I’m very proud of you, you know. You have learned an awful lot in the last four years. I want you to call me if you need anything, but I have every confidence in you and your ability to run this place.”

  He appeared somewhat embarrassed by the praise I gave him. “I really appreciate your confidence, Dad, but your office is still going to be here if you decide that you have made a mistake and want to return. You never know. Something might happen to make you decide that you would like to return.”

  I smiled and looked at him closely. “I know what you’re saying, and I understand. Hell, I’ve questioned my own sanity a few times. I know that this is an emotional decision, one that I might regret, but it’s a decision that is based on a closeness and a bond that only Shannen and I share. Besides, you have to know that I wouldn’t take off on this … this journey, if it were not for you. I wouldn’t leave my company in just anybody’s hands.

  I said my goodbyes to Darcy and Amy once again and headed home. On the way, I began to wonder if this was all just some sort of fantasy that I had been caught up in that I might regret later. I knew that it was Michael’s words that had me second guessing myself. But the thought of closing the door on Shannen and risking the happiness that may lie behind that door was just too painful.

  “Fuck it,” I mumbled, “she’s too special not to take a chance on. No one knows the intimacy and the honesty that we have shared.” With those thoughts and looking back on the things we did during those few precious days we were together, I was convinced that I was doing the right thing.

  I actually chuckled as I pulled in the garage, hoping that I wasn’t some old man, like Marlon Brando, trying to live out his own version of “Last Tango in Paris”.

  I only had about fifteen minutes left before I expected her to call. I knew what was in store for me, so I decided that I would b
e ready for her tonight. I freshened up and brushed my teeth because I knew that I would go to bed after we finished our call. I removed my clothing, including my briefs, grabbed a towel, and headed for my office. I sat down, turned on my laptop, and started Skype while I draped the towel over one of the arms of my chair.

  I decided to surprise her by turning the camera toward my erection, so it would be the first thing she would see.

  I didn’t have long to wait before the distinctive sound of this fantastic little invention sounded loud and clear on my computer. I clicked the accept icon for the video feed and remained quiet.

  The first thing I heard was her cute little chuckle. “Well, hello there, handsome. It looks like you have been eagerly anticipating my arrival,” she teased.

  I laughed, expecting her to be naked. Instead, it looked as if she was still wearing her business suit. “I thought that you would be naked,” I offered with a feigned pout.

  “Hmmmm, God, your cock looks good tonight. It’s so hard and long, thick and wet, and soooo suckable. He looks desperately in need of some relief, and he shall get it, baby, just not tonight,” she said in the sweetest, most sympathetic voice imaginable.

  I groaned loudly expressing my disappointment.

  “Oh, don’t be sad. It’s just that we are going to be together tomorrow at noon. Wouldn’t you rather wait and spurt that stuff all over me, or in me, instead on your own tummy? I know I sure would, and when you do, I want your tank to be full,” she smiled sweetly.

  I reluctantly raised the camera angle so she could see my pouty face. “But, honey, that’s when my plane leaves. I won’t get to Seattle until around six-thirty. Gangrene could set in by then. Besides, that should be more than enough time for me to, uh … top off my tank,” I grinned.

  “I know, honey, but we’re probably going to be having sex by twelve-thirty unless you want to eat first or wait until we get back to Seattle.”

  I cocked my head, wrinkled my brow, and shrugged my shoulders with a very confused look on my face. “What are you talking about?”