by Angela Blake
He looked straight back at her and smiled.
Buzz.
This time it was a little stronger, in the middle setting, and he kept it on for nearly two seconds. Gary watched in delight as she squirmed in her seat. Alexa tried her best to look as normal as possible but a jolt like that got her to bite down hard on her finger.
Worse yet, she could feel her pussy getting excited. She could feel her panties getting wet and warm as the sensation of lust began to rise in her guts.
“So,” Gary casually started saying as if nothing weird was going on. “Tell me more about your family.”
What? She could not believe the topic he was trying to broach right after sending a jolt into her womanhood. “I-I don’t follow.”
“Tell me more about you,” he repeated. “I want to know everything there is about you. I mean, we are on a date, right?”
Buzz.
“F-fuck,” she muttered but as softly as she could. Gary buzzed it again and then again. He continued to vibrate the toy for almost ten seconds straight before he stopped, allowing her to catch her breath. When she looked around, Alexa realized she had both hands grabbing tightly on the edge of the table. One of the waiters was staring in her direction.
“Yes, fucking is good,” he told her in a rhetorical manner. “That isn’t our main subject, however. You have any siblings?”
Evil. She could not help but grin at the scheme he had cooked up.
“I do,” she then answered. “I have a little sister. She’s turning twenty-five next month.”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-seven,” she answered.
“Your sister hot?”
She laughed and nodded her head, “I got to admit, she’s a looker. She’s dating someone though, so don’t dream any further than what you have on the table.”
Gary laughed with her and took a bite out of his meal. After chewing he pressed on for more, “What about your parents? Your accent makes me think you’re not really from here.”
“Good observation,” she said after taking a bite herself. “We’re originally from Seattle. Had to move East when my dad got a new job a few years back. When he died everyone moved back but I stayed.”
“Sorry to hear that,” Gary offered his condolences. “How’s your mom?”
Buzz.
This was on the highest setting but it only lasted for a few seconds. Alexa felt her eyes roll and she knew she had openly moaned a bit, despite gripping her knife and fork as tightly as possible to prevent this.
“She’s, uhm, she’s f-fine,” Alexa weakly answered. She looked around and noticed a few other diners stealing glances in her direction. “She’s a writer, likes to stay at home and have coffee. My sister works as an architect.”
Gary mouthed a silent whistle, “Impressive. No wonder you’re such a woman of high caliber. It runs in the family. By the way, how are you feeling down there?”
“Wet and losing control,” she admitted. By the time she could relax her legs she had already gone through another glass of wine. “I can’t do this much longer. I’m losing my fucking mind here.”
Gary had that wicked smile on his face upon hearing her drop all formalities. “Good. A lot of women try to hold their true selves in, to keep their images up. Guys do it all the time too. I do it since I run several corporations. The truth is, however, that the only way to be free is to let go of all these unnecessary restrictions we put on ourselves.”
“Now you’re starting to get philosophical,” she replied before taking a small bite out of her shrimp. She chewed and relished the dish but when she was done she pointed a fork at him and said, “What you’re hinting at is hedonistic – we need to give in to our desires and just be the beast inside.”
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
She buried her face in her palms and when she looked up at him he was holding the remote out in the open. It was on the dining table and he was just casually tapping the buzzer like it was nothing to him.
“F-fuck me,” she begged him. She took her index finger and popped into her mouth, hoping the look on her face would be enough for him to let go and, as she just put it, give in to their desires.
Buzz. Buzz.
Alexa was losing all her control. She was starting to squirm in her seat to a point where it was visually distractive. She had to constantly bite down on her lip or finger to stop herself from moaning too loud and her undergarments were beginning to soak.
“P-please,” she begged again. “Please.”
Chapter Ten
Alexa slid her skirt up above her waist and removed the straps of her top, allowing Gary to expose both of her breasts. He grabbed one and squeezed tightly just as she mounted on top of him, being slow and careful so her back wouldn’t accidently hit the steering wheel and honk the horn. As she got in position, Gary reached down and reclined the driver’s seat just enough for him to relax back and marvel at the girl he had on top of him.
Gently, she reached down and took hold of his cock. It was already hard and throbbing. She wanted to stroke the thick weapon he had but their little game in the restaurant tossed all hopes of foreplay out the window. She was horny as she had ever been and all she could think about was fucking until she lost her mind.
Fortunately, Gary did not disappoint. He had the stamina of a bull and continued to plow his manhood deep into her, filling her in and tearing through her flesh like an animal. She never felt like an inch of her body was ignored. He would nibble at her breasts or push his fingers into her mouth. She felt his cock pump deep into her pussy as his other hand continued to play with her clit. When she would bounce and dance more vigorously he would give her a playful slap on the ass.
Fucking in his car had its problems however but Gary knew no boundaries. When he could no longer hold his own lust in he pushed her to the back seats and mounted her from behind, pounding into her like she was a bitch in heat.
“F-fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she continuously moaned out loud as he grabbed her waist and slammed his cock in quickly and deeply, rising into a steady rhythm. She would bounce her own bottom and each time she did she felt his cock rub against her inner flesh in ways that sent her down a euphoric lane.
Gary grabbed her hair and yanked as he began to relentlessly fuck her from behind, going faster and faster. She knew what he was up to and she willingly thrust her body up towards him. Her mouth gaped wide open as she moaned louder than before, finally letting go of all her shame and inhibitions, just as he slammed in one more time and exploded his seed inside her.
Alexa gasped for breath and when she was finally regaining her full consciousness she buried her head down between her elbows, raising her pussy and ass up into the air. She felt Gary thrust one more time and the sudden movement sent a jolt through her body.
When he finally parted from her, Alexa quickly turned around and took his manhood in her mouth. Most of his seed had spread deep inside of her but there was still some juice left flowing out of him. She quickly cleaned him up and licked him from tip to the base.
As she played with his manhood, Gary caressed her cheek and said, “You have finally let go. A woman who clung to a sense of perfection and now you’re free of such restrictions. How does it feel?”
When she was done and she managed to sit herself up, Alexa leaned in and rested her head on his chest. They just sat there, in the backseats of his car, in the utter darkness of the parking lot.
“It feels really good,” she admitted. “You know how to tease a girl and make her want for more. You know you could have just fucked me on the very night we were together but you waited. You toyed with me a little bit.”
“We don’t miss something until we lose it,” he told her, with one hand stroking his cock and the other squeezing her left breast.
She smiled and hugged him tightly. She wasn’t sure where this relationship was going. She didn’t even know if they were just fucking or if he was considering this something serious. For the
first time, however, Alexa was taking the option of dating him seriously. He wasn’t boring, he wasn’t dumb and he was definitely good in bed. He was strategic and he always had a fun thing to point out.
Maybe this was exactly what she had been looking for all her life. She didn’t really know all the answers but it was worth giving a try. Satisfied, she looked at him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
THE END
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In The Storm: A Workplace Romance
Chapter One
Ashlyn knew that the hurricane was coming, and she knew that it was dangerous. But there was a part of her that still believed herself invincible. Everything this far in her life had turned out so well. Why should she have trouble with a little hurricane? Ashlyn stood by the window and watched the ocean dance in angry, jagged lines. The waves were coming up higher than she had ever seen them.
A few foolish surfboarders were out there trying to balance on top of the waves. Ashlyn shook her head. Now they were truly acting foolish. It was like they wanted to die. Why would they purposely put themselves in such a dangerous position? The rain droplets fell like hail pellets and blocked Ashlyn’s view. It started looking like a big, grey stew outside.
There was nothing to see out the window anymore except fat drops of rain. Ashlyn stuck her tongue out. Their filming was being put off today. They only had one more scene to complete, but they couldn’t do it until the storm had left.
Ashlyn turned and saw Brandon and Mark, standing up face to face. Neither one looked happy with each other. Ashlyn instantly felt guilty, and she went over to see what was going on.
“Don’t think you’re trying to help. I didn’t ask for you to be my mom!” Mark was saying. His face twisted into a downward snarl. Ashlyn flicked her eyes over to Brandon. His mouth was in a straight line, and his arms were crossed.
“I thought I was helping. You don’t have to get your britches in a knot over it.”
“Oh, yeah, I’m obviously the problem here. You shouldn’t ever touch my stuff! Is it yours? No, then don’t touch it.”
“Hey, guys, it’s okay,” Ashlyn said. “What happened?”
“It’s none of your business!” Mark quickly spat out. Ashlyn turned to look at Brandon, assuming he would give her a straight answer.
“Just go away,” Brandon said, his eyes not even locking on hers for an instant. “We’re working something out, and we didn’t ask for anyone else to get involved.”
His words hit Ashlyn hard. It wasn’t like she was trying to be nosy. She really wanted to help. She had thought maybe she could help sort out the disagreement. But even Brandon thought she was useless. Ashlyn frowned and turned away. Her eyebrows knit together as she tried not to cry.
She balled her hands up in fists and marched away. Maybe she did look like a baby, but she didn’t care. Brandon’s words really hurt. They didn’t have to need her help. That was fine. But he could at least have told her that civilly, instead of telling her that she was annoying them and they didn’t need anyone’s help.
Ashlyn flopped down on her bed, kicking her flipflops off and curling up in a ball. She wanted to be strong and keep herself from crying, but she had never been able to hide her emotions well. A few tears trickled down her face. Pamela and Katy, Ashlyn’s roommates, weren’t in the room, and she was grateful. Sometimes, a girl just needed to be by herself.
When Ashlyn had wiped away her few tears, she noticed how loud the wind had become. It was beating against the windows. Ashlyn wondered how strong the wind had to be to do some damage. She looked outside. While the rain didn’t let her see far, she could see a few palm trees being blown to the left. All of their leaves were flowing to the left, like an urgent invitation had been extended them and they were trying to break away from the tree to go.
Ashlyn bit the inside of her cheek to hold back a smile. Maybe Brandon would leave soon, and she could just avoid Mark. It wouldn’t be so bad. They were going to have sloppy joes that night, and maybe Ashlyn would call her mom. Maybe Ashlyn had been wrong about Brandon’s sweet-tempered character.
Two raps sounded on Ashlyn’s half-open door, and she turned around. There was Brandon standing almost contritely. “May I come in?” he asked.
Ashlyn shrugged and let the curtain fall back over the window. “Sure.”
Brandon took a few steps inside. “Do you want to sit?” It was strange to have him come in her room and invite her to sit down, but Ashlyn was tired anyway. She had been going out on the beach too much. It was making her exhausted.
Ashlyn sat cross-legged on her bed, and Brandon sat on the edge.
“Are you okay?” Brandon asked. Fifteen minutes ago, Ashlyn would have poured everything out without wavering. She had been trying this new thing where she allowed Brandon to see every side of her, where she didn’t hide anything. She knew she stood a big chance of getting hurt, but he had shown himself trustworthy so far. Ashlyn knew that she was falling hard for him, and it would be hard to leave Brandon behind if he decided at the end of her time here that he didn’t like her as much as he thought he did.
Ashlyn shrugged, and her eyes followed the carpet’s jagged pattern. “I’m fine. I’m not dying or terminally ill. I eat food every day. In comparison to a large majority of the world, I’m amazing.” Putting her problems in that perspective made her feel like a slug for throwing a miniature pity party. What did it matter if Brandon said one thing that wasn’t so nice? She still had a lot to be thankful for.
“I know,” Brandon said, leaning back on the palms of his hands. “Isn’t it crazy how we stress about the stupid stuff every day? Like just now, my argument with Mark.” Brandon closed his eyes and shook his head. “That guy is crazy, but we both got pretty upset about something stupid.” Brandon shrugged. “I didn’t want to drag you into it.”
Ashlyn pursed her lips. “You could have said that without being so harsh.”
“Was I harsh?” Brandon seemed surprised.
Ashlyn wondered if she was simply being too sensitive. Maybe he hadn’t really been that harsh. She didn’t really remember anymore, and it didn’t seem to matter. Finally, Ashlyn just shrugged. “Yeah, a little. I was only trying to help, and I just thought that, I don’t know. It kind of hurt that you didn’t need me.”
Brandon studied Ashlyn seriously for a few minutes. “Okay, let me tell you something about guys. We will love a woman if she lets us, and we will, at least I will, be faithful. But, guys, no matter how much they might like a woman, they don’t want her interfering in the disagreements they have with another man. Would you want me butting in when you’re arguing with Pamela over leaving her dirty clothes on your bed?”
Ashlyn laughed, but she understood Brandon’s point. “I guess I would be pretty irritated.”
Brandon opened his arms to Ashlyn, and she crawled over into his lap. “Sorry,” Brandon said. “But I guess we both learned something, huh?”
“Yeah,” Ashlyn replied, wrapped her arms around Brandon’s neck. “I learned that you still look really cute when you’re upset, and you learned that you better treat me like a lady.”
Brandon leaned forward and gave Ashlyn a quick peck on the cheek. “I already treat you like a lady.”
“Yeah, you do,” Ashlyn agreed. She laid her cheek against Brandon’s chest and wondered if he was thinking about the future. Every night after they had walked down to visit the turtles, Ashlyn had wondered if the two of them together was something that could last. When filming time was over, would he make some sort of effort to see her again? Where would she go? Would she be willing to stay with this man that she had known twelve days?
Chapter Two
As Ashlyn sat in Brandon’s lap, she felt him trembling. Was she really so large that he couldn’t hold her? Ashlyn pulled away from Brandon immediately to stand on the floor, but then she felt that the floor was trembling just the slightest bit.
> “Do you feel that?” Ashlyn asked Brandon, looking at him with wide eyes.
Brandon nodded. “I think this hurricane is hitting us in full force.”
Ashlyn took two steps toward the window before Brandon caught her hand. “Where are you going, Ashlyn? You’re supposed to stay away from the windows in a hurricane.”
Ashlyn had never experienced a hurricane before, but Brandon obviously knew everything. “Isn’t that because the wind is so strong? What else are we supposed to do?” Ashlyn remembered watching The Wizard of Oz when she was a kid. Dorothy had been trying to reach a storm cellar. “Shouldn’t we go to the storm cellar?”
Brandon started laughing, and Ashlyn frowned at him. “What? I thought that was what you’re supposed to do.”
“Yeah, if you live somewhere that has firm ground. This house is built high-up. Didn’t you notice? There is room under the house in case the waters rise. If you go under the house, you might drown.”
“Oh,” Ashlyn looked around. “So what do we do?”
“We need to find a small room without any windows that is low down and in the middle of the house. Do you have a flashlight?”
“No,” Ashlyn said. Brandon went into action, taking Ashlyn’s hand and pulling her out of the room.
“That’s okay,” Brandon replied. “I know where some lighting is.” He pulled her along to the living room where a few people were seated calmly while others were running around like scared chickens. Brandon found a few flashlights, and they began walking through the house and finding the only windowless rooms available. People seemed to sense the leadership in Brandon and automatically followed him.
Some people calmly followed “psshawing” the thought of anything actually happening to them. There were two rooms. One was a bathroom, and the other was an empty coat closet. Brandon and Ashlyn got put in the bathroom. As everyone crowded in, Ashlyn began to get this sick feeling in her stomach. It was like she had to go to the bathroom, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to do that in privacy for a long time. Besides, if they couldn’t flush, the bathroom would start to smell.
