by Matt Shaw
“We’re going for drinks tonight if you fancy it?” the floor manager collared me as I was packing up my stuff. Derek Bowyer. He was okay as far as floor managers go. He tended to keep himself to himself whilst still ensuring the necessary tasks were completed by us. If he was talking to you - with the exception of asking you out for a drink - it tended to mean there was a problem with your performance. Truth be told, as I saw him approach, that’s what I thought he was going to start talking about considering the speed with which I’ve been inputting recently not to forget the number of mistakes; I thought I’d caught most of them before submitting the data but it’s nearly impossible to perfectly edit your own work.
“I’m sorry,” I said - not wishing to appear rude or more anti-social than usual - “any other night and I would have but I have plans tonight.”
He almost looked surprised when I confessed to being busy.
“But thank you for the invite,” I quickly added.
He nodded and wished me a pleasant evening before walking down the corridor towards the lifts and stairs. I waited a moment to save myself from joining him in the elevator. I don’t fancy him asking questions about what I had planned for my evening. I never was the best liar in the world and knew he’d realise something was amiss. After a couple of minutes I grabbed my coat and headed in the same direction. When I got to the elevators he was already gone and I was alone.
I called the elevator and patiently waited.
Chapter Eight
I was sitting on the sofa with my usual cup of tea in hand. Danni was sitting opposite me, a cup of tea in her lap too. The money had exchanged hands just as before but the appointment hadn’t started properly yet. She was wearing a fluffy dressing gown - one I’d seen previous - but promised me there was something nice on underneath it. She had told me she wanted a little more information about Michelle before we started the role-play to make it as good as possible for me. Who was I to argue? Her hair she already had spot on - copied from the picture I’d sent through to her before. Even her make-up (subtle) matched that of Michelle’s. I started off by telling her she didn’t like Chinese food - the one glaring thing from the first appointment which nearly pulled me from the scenario we played through. She laughed and said she’d remember that for future reference before telling me that - in actual fact - she was looking for a different kind of information.
“Tell me how she touched you,” she said. Her voice was completely dead-pan. This was not an attempt to seduce me or even turn me on. She continued, “Was there anything she did that you particularly enjoyed?” I squirmed in my seat a little and felt my face begin to redden at the personal questions. She assured me, “I’m not trying to embarrass you, I just want to make our time as believable as possible. I want to get it right for you.”
“Well what you did the other day was nice,” I told her. I wanted to give her more information. I wanted to answer her probing questions but - at the same time - I kind of wanted them to remain private. It felt strange sharing such personal information with - for all intents and purposes - a complete stranger but then, I guess, this whole arrangement felt a little strange.
“So she liked to go on top?” I liked the way she said it. She could have worded it in a manner of ways. She could have made it sexual, or explicit, with terms like she liked to ride your cock or something similarly cheap. This sounded innocent and further suggested she was only after information to enhance the session as opposed to looking for an easy way of turning me on in order to kick-start something sexual. I nodded. “Was there anything else she liked?”
“From behind,” I said, “and missionary. We weren’t the most… adventurous in that department. You know, just stuck with the basics really,” I felt myself blush once more at the admission.
She laughed, “I think pornographic films have made most people think that but - actually - it’s the people in the films that are strange.” I know her words were supposed to be offering me some kind of comfort and reassurance that I was normal but I knew Michelle and I hadn’t been the most adventurous in the bedroom department. We got on with the basics. We enjoyed the basics. Occasionally we’d spice things up by bringing toys into what we were doing. Danni got back onto the topic of conversation and must have been reading my mind when she suddenly asked about toys. “Did you use any of those on each other?”
“She had a rabbit.”
“Show me a woman who doesn’t,” smiled Danni.
“Anything else?”
I shook my head. “No, like I said, we were a little vanilla.”
“You were fine. Normal.” She asked another question, “What about oral? Did you perform oral on each other?”
I nodded. “Most times we made love there was some form of oral.”
“You on her mostly or the other way round?”
“A little of both, mostly.”
Danni nodded. I could see from her face that she was taking all of this in whilst trying to remember the other questions she felt she needed answered. Honestly though - the appointment we had the last time was great. I would have been happy with more of the same. I didn’t tell her this though. I let her ask the questions. She was - after all - the professional. “What about dirty talk?” she continued. “Did either of you like that?”
“Not really our thing. We tried it once but we ended up laughing. Kind of ruined it all.”
Danni smiled as though picturing the scene of two hopeless romantics laughing at each other as we took it in turns to talk filth. “Did you ever watch films together?”
I shook my head. I had watched them by myself when I knew Michelle wasn’t going to be home early enough - or in the right frame of mind - for intercourse. I didn’t feel the need to share this information.
“I know you said you think you were both fairly vanilla but what about fetishes? Did either of you have a particular like for something? Watersports, anal, ass-play - that kind of thing?”
“We tried anal once. She wasn’t a fan.”
Danni nodded, “Not something I offer so that’s probably for the best,” she smiled. “What about day to day conversations?” she asked. “What did you two tend to discuss?”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Day to day life. The other day we played through a basic scenario. Was that good enough for you - welcoming you home and joining you in the shower?”
I felt my face redden again, “She’d never joined me in the shower either.”
“We’ll scratch that one off the list too then,” Danni laughed.
“No. It’s fine. It was nice. Just because we hadn’t done it - it didn't mean it wouldn’t have happened at one point if… Well… You know.”
“That could be said for most things,” Danni jumped in before an awkward silence took over. I was thankful to her for that. “Do you want to start the same way we did last time then?” she asked. “See where it leads us?”
I nodded. She smiled and took my cup from me. Guess we were starting then. She put it on the side, along with her own, and pulled me to my feet before telling me to go out and then come back in and that - this time - the door would be on the latch so I didn’t have to knock. Despite the premise being that we were to pretend she was Michelle and I was me and we were getting on with our every day life, I’d already started to feel myself harden as I walked from the room. Although I loved Michelle - thought the world of her even - I don’t recall ever just getting a hard-on in her company. At least, not unless she was trying to give me one. And yet here I was, with this woman, getting hard at the thought of what was to come. I walked from the apartment and counted down ten seconds. Ten seconds until I see the love of my life again, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, I turned to the door, three, reached for the handle, two, twisted it, one, and entered the apartment, closing the door behind me.
“Honey I’m home!” I called out. Not sure why I said that. I don’t think it was ever something I’d said before now. Not to Michelle at least. I used to get home aft
er her but when I entered the property I called her name out instead. I wasn't really into pet names. Michelle appeared around the corner wearing matching bra and knickers. Black, silk. A suspender belt around her waist with fishnet suspenders clasped up onto it.
“Welcome home,” she purred, a naughty little smile on her face.
I didn’t have the heart to say Michelle had never greeted me in such a manner. Looking at how Danni looked now, though, I kind of wish she had.
“You look amazing,” Danni was unaware I’d broken character and was talking directly to her.
“I wanted to treat my husband. Come in,” she said, “you look silly just standing there with your tongue hanging out.” She laughed as she turned around and walked into the bedroom - showing me, for the first time, the thonged back to her underwear. By now I was rock-hard for her. I took my coat off and threw it onto the bedroom floor as I watched Michelle crawl onto the bed with her ass pointed towards me. I liked the way the knickers clung tightly to her body leaving what lie underneath the soft material entirely to my imagination. Sometimes it is sexier when it’s left more to the imagination. I licked my lips in anticipation of pulling them to one side to take a closer look. “I hope you don’t mind,” she said, “but I haven’t started dinner yet.” She rolled onto her back with her legs apart. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. “Do you have any idea of what you’d like to eat?” she asked, an eyebrow raised. I watched, dumbstruck, as she ran a finger from her breast down to her knickers, running it over the material covering her slit. “You look hungry,” she said. She pulled her underwear to one side revealing her neatly shaven snatch to me. It looked so inviting that I wasted no time to crawling on the bed, between her legs, for a closer look. And - soon after that - I buried my face into it and breathed in her sweet, sweet scent as I started to kiss her pussy; gentle kisses. I reached up to her ass and took a hold of her cheeks with each hand before pulling her cunt harder into my face and keeping it held there. Gentle kisses turned to soft laps of my moist tongue, each lick capturing a little more of her fresh taste. Her legs clamped around my head, muffling her soft moans. I didn’t mind, the feeling of being trapped there turned me on that little bit more as I started to probe her deeply with my tongue - alternating between fucking her with it and flicking it against her sensitive clit. One of my favourite pastimes, I could stay down here for hours breathing in the scent whilst slowly bringing her to a powerful orgasm with my tongue and (eventually) fingers. There was nothing I liked more than feeling her cum against my face and - by the time I was usually done - I’d be dripping in a salty pre-cum that she too could not get enough of. I looked up to her face. Her head was on the pillow with her face pointed towards the ceiling. Her eyes were shut as she continued to relax into what I was doing to her. I flicked my tongue against her clitoris and she gasped a little louder which encouraged me further.
“You taste so fucking good,” I told her before pushing my tongue deep back into her dripping cunt.
“I want to taste you,” she said. She pulled herself away from my face, not that I resisted too much, and I moved further up the bed. She pushed me onto my back and wasted no time in pulling my trousers and pants off before sinking her mouth around my erect penis. I concentrated on the buttons of my shirt as she continued to bob her head up and down the shaft with a skill that always took my breath away. As soon as I was able, I sat up slightly and took the shirt off - throwing it to the floor where it landed next to my coat. I laid back down and looked down to Michelle. Her eyes were shut tight as she continued to work my shaft; a mixture of moving her head up and down, with her hands fondling my balls, and flicking the head with quick movements of her tongue. She pulled her head back slightly and looked me in the eye as she took a moment to capture her breath; still wanking my cock with a firm yet tender grip. “You taste good too,” she said with a breathy smile. I reached for her ass and pulled her lower body towards me causing her body to twist. She got the message and re-positioned herself; mouth still on cock, legs either side of my head providing me with a sexy view and further opportunity to… I lifted my head and started to work her clit with my tongue once more as I continued to enjoy the sensations of both her hand and mouth working my erection. She stopped with her mouth for a moment and sat up - pressing her ass down onto my face and depriving me of any oxygen. With her hand still expertly wanking my cock, I didn’t care, nor did I feel worried. I just laid there and let her suffocate me as I pushed my tongue deep into her cunt as I felt her juices cream my face. A couple of seconds later and she sat up slightly allowing me the opportunity to take in a mouthful of air and then she sat again; full weight on my face as she continued to writhe around upon my protruding tongue. As I started to feel dizzy, she leaned down - taking some of the pressure from my face and allowing me some necessary air - and started to work my sensitive bell-end with her mouth again; her hand still tossing me hard and fast.
“I’m going to cum,” I warned her as I felt the steady build of an orgasm; the old familiar, pleasing tingle in the legs - the thighs in particular - and then the twitching of the penis as those welcome bolts of electricity shot through me as my sperm fired into the air and onto my belly; her hand still fucking me as she watched on. Only once I’d stopped ejaculating did I remove my tongue from her pussy and even then, it was because she moved down the bed. She turned and looked at me with a smile on her face. I couldn’t help but think I must have looked a state, lying there with my face coated in her sticky juices. “Well,” I said once I’d caught my breath, “that was unexpected.”
She laughed and swiveled around on the bed. She cuddled up next to me with her body tucked against mine. Her hand started to gently stroke my chest. “You liked your little surprise then?” she asked.
“Certainly did,” I smiled. “Can go to bed on a full stomach now too, which is always good.”
“Don’t go falling asleep yet,” she said.
“No?”
“I’m not finished with you yet,” her hand moved down to my cock again and gently started tickling it back into life. It twitched a couple of times before finally going semi. “Unless,” she continued, “you’re too tired?”
“I’m sure I could be persuaded,” I whispered as I started to go with the sensations shooting through my body every time her fingertips danced upon the head of my cock. “That’s nice,” I encouraged her. I closed my eyes and just laid there, concentrating on the tingling sensations running the length of my stiffening manhood. The girl with the magic touch.
“You’re not hungry anymore,” she sighed, “but I’m not full yet.”
I heard her fumbling for something and looked to what she was doing. She’d pulled a condom from - I presume - the bedside cabinet and was undoing the wrapper with one hand and her teeth. She dropped the foil to the side and rolled the latex expertly down the length of my still-sticky shaft. She gently wanked it a little to ensure it maintained its stiffness. I expected her to climb on as she had done so with the last session but she had other ideas. She gave me a little slap on the thigh and told me to get up. I wasn’t one to argue and did as I was instructed. She moved onto the space I’d taken up and positioned herself onto all fours - her ass pointed right at me giving me a perfect view of both asshole and cunt. I climbed onto the bed behind her and moved closer. As I did so, she reached back and guided me into her pussy. I slid in with ease and sighed at the tightness of it just as she sighed at the thickness of my penis as it penetrated her. I started slow, still trying to capture my breath from round one, before building to a steady rhythm which I could maintain. Every time I thrust forward she pushed backwards - forcing me into her both harder and deeper. Looking at her, I noticed she was on both knees but one hand as her other hand was reaching back - rubbing her own clit as I continued to pound her. I looked straight down and watched my own cock thrust in and out of her. When I briefly pulled out, I couldn’t help but notice her own creamy juices were sticking to the outside of the latex condom which only mad
e me more excited as I remembered the taste and texture upon my tongue. Her sweet little asshole right there, looking so inviting. I put one hand on her ass cheek and gave the other cheek a playful slap with the other hand before resting that on the second ass cheek as well - my fingers spread wide with my thumb of my left hand gently nudging her inviting ass. I didn’t try and force it inside of her - I just left it there, gently tickling it. Her increased moans seemed to suggest she was fine with that.
I felt her hand reach further back onto my balls. When she had them in the palm of her hand she gave them a little squeeze - soft at first but then a little harder. Hard but not so hard that it hurt. I almost asked her to squeeze harder as my filthy mood started to imagine how it might feel if she really went for it. Eyes kept going from asshole to the back of her head to the sight of my covered hard-on penetrating her to the arch in her back from where she was raising her ass higher for me; spoilt for choice as to where to look. I took a mental picture of all perfect sights; never forget.
*
The mobile number was loaded on my phone’s screen again with my thumb hovering dangerously close to the button which called through to the number presented. I didn’t even get out of the the apartment’s carpark before I’d reached for it. I just want to talk to her. I just want to explain. It was the same after all appointments; a need to talk to her, a need to tell her how I feel. Playing through the scenario, and letting myself go with it, believing that there was a relationship to be had - I know that wasn’t real but it gave me a hope of rekindling the old relationship with Michelle if she’d take me back.
