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Julia's Second Collection

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by McAvoy, Bridy


  “You are one sexy beautiful young woman.”

  She shuddered, unable to stop herself as her back arched, pushing her butt back against his cock, pressing her breasts forward into his hands. He responded, increasing the pressure himself, almost squeezing her breasts until she let out another moan.

  “Time to get you naked, young lady. I want to see what you’ve got under that skirt.”

  She gasped as he pushed her away then reached between them for the button and zip on the back of her skirt. The sound of the zip being drawn down seemed to echo in her ears and then he transferred his hands to her waist and started working the tight garment down over her hips. She tried not to move too much as he pushed the skirt down, exposing first the garter belt, and then the panties.

  “Did you expect to get fucked today? Is that why you’re wearing such sexy underwear?”

  She shook her head, no.

  Charles pushed his hand down inside the back of her panties, cupping her naked butt cheek. “I don’t believe you. I think this is what you wanted all along. That story about your purse was pure fabrication. You hoped you could offer your sweet little body in exchange for the meal.”

  “No, not the case.” It wasn’t the case. She’d had no such intention. She’d just dressed to impress for the occasion, knowing the sexy underwear would make her feel confident. She hadn’t intended for it to be seen by anyone, other than Max when she got home. She moaned as he levered her underwear down, leaving the garter belt in place as he pushed her panties down off her hips. Her skirt formed a circle around her feet and a couple of moments later her panties joined them.

  “Step out of the tangle, sweetheart, and turn around. I want to see what my food and wine paid for.”

  She shuddered, shame creeping back in as he talked down to her. She realized she was now naked in his office, and he was still fully clothed, even still had his suit jacket on. Even so, even as the shame warred with her own desperate need to be fucked, she did as he said, stepping clear of her tangle of clothes and, as he backed away, turned to face him. She stood with her feet parted, providing a clear view of her slit—her very wet slit. She could feel her own moisture leaking out onto the inside of her thighs.

  “I was right. You are beautiful.”

  He wasn’t going to spend time humiliating her, though. Instead, he stepped forward again, grabbed hold of her waist and twirled her so her back was to the desk. He pushed her back until she felt the edge of the desk behind her, then lifted her so she was sitting on the top. He pushed forward again, and she spread her legs apart to accommodate him.

  “Eager now, as well as pretty.”

  She hadn’t meant to seem eager at all. She’d just been getting comfortable, but she had to admit she was ready. Her eyes were half-closed as she watched him shuck his jacket and drop it to the chair on top of her blouse, followed by his tie.

  She glanced down, unable to prevent herself from looking at the bulge in his pants as he returned his attention to her. He pushed his hand up between her leg, and she flinched slightly as it made contact with her mound. Her lips were wet, slick with her juices, and as his fingertips probed she couldn’t prevent a moan escape her lips. The moan redoubled in volume as he pressed harder, sliding the tips of his fingers up and down her slit. Slowly, they sank between her slick folds, and she jumped as on the upward stroke they pressed against her clit.

  “Very wet, baby. Very wet indeed.”

  She tried not to moan in response, but she couldn’t help it. Charles leaned in, his mouth seeking hers and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in tight for a kiss. His fingers continued to probe her opening and she hunched her hips forward, rocking on the rapidly warming leather top of the desk as he finally penetrated her with his middle finger, holding her open with the other two fingers.

  His fingers were working their magic on her and she let go with one arm, using her hand to brace against the desk behind her. She kept her right arm locked around his neck. She wasn’t just rocking on the desk now, she was thrusting up toward him, the cheeks of her ass leaving the surface. He, in turn, thrust harder, burying his finger into her, and twisting it around once inside. She bucked against him, then stiffened as she climaxed. She knew she’d sprayed his hand with her juices, but she was past caring about any delicacy to the situation as she writhed and shook as the orgasm swept through her body. She tried not to yell, biting her lip in the process, just in case there was anyone outside the door.

  “My turn, I think.”

  Once more, she sat back and watched as he stripped off his shirt and then pushed his pants and shorts down his legs. She already knew he was hard and that hadn’t changed. If anything, it was even stiffer than she’d thought as it bobbed in front of him. With an almost animalistic growl, he pulled her toward the edge of the desk, letting her legs hang down as he lined himself up.

  “Put it in, Julia. Do it for me.”

  She reached an open hand down between their bodies, feeling the layer of sweat sheening her stomach. Then she wrapped her hand around the hot cock that was rubbing against her thighs. Pulling him forward, she lined it up with her slit. She could feel the way pre-cum was oozing from the very tip, but still rubbed it up and down her pussy slit a couple of times, covering it in her juices. He hissed in passion but said nothing as she slowly guided him toward her opening. As soon as the tip touched her opening he pushed forward and it was her turn to hiss.

  The tip of his cock entered her and he kept pushing. Her breath caught for a second then she let out a sigh, lifting her hand back out, allowing him to press harder against her. One of his arms circled around behind her and pulled her forward even as he pushed forward himself. His cock head slid all the way in. She could feel herself stretching to accommodate it, then her outer lips sealing around the shaft behind the ridge.

  Julia panted for breath as he slid further still, taking his time, enjoying the sensation while her pussy stretched to take him. She groaned as she felt him slide all the way into her, then fell back to her elbows, splaying her legs wider apart. As she leaned on her elbows, she brought her hands up to tease her own breasts and he groaned above her, pulled part way out, then slammed all the way back in. She moaned in turn, then as he repeated the maneuver, slammed her hips up to drag him even further in.

  Her fingers found her nipples and squeezed them. She threw her head back and gave herself over to the sensations wracking her body. He thrust into her, pulling out and pushing back in with an animalistic passion that quickly had her climbing the height of another orgasm. This time, as the climax stiffened and shook her body, she could feel her pussy clenching around him. She didn’t care, either, if anyone heard her, as she yelled out wordlessly as he slammed into her.

  As she came down from the heights, she found he was taking his time, being gentle while her body coped with the over-sensitivity, but he was still going, his cock not softening. She guessed he hadn’t cum yet and raised an eyebrow in obvious question.

  “No, my little one, not yet, but soon, soon…”

  She collapsed back onto the desk, feeling the cool leather against her sweat-slicked back as he started to plunge back into her. His speed and force picked up, jack-hammering into her while she rolled her hips and tried to grip the slippery pole within her. She contracted her pussy muscles around him, feeling the way his cock slid over the sensitive inner flesh.

  She was almost moaning continuously by now, keening even, as his thrusts sped up. She came again just before he did, feeling his white hot cum splatter all over the inside of her channel before he pulled out. She panted for breath, sprawled on his desk, naked except for her stockings and garter belt as her chest and stomach heaved for air.

  Julia watched as his cock slowly deflated and he reached down and pulled his shorts and pants up, tucking it away. She lifted herself up to her elbows again, watching as he reached for the phone. Her eyes widened as he punched the redial button and handed her the handset. This time, Max answered on the th
ird ring.

  “Hello?”

  “Darling.”

  “Hi, honey. What’s up?”

  She glared at Charles and tried not to let any sign of her recent activity show in her voice, despite her shortness of breath. She filled her husband in on her problem and asked him to come and settle the bill and then drive her back to work.

  Max was chuckling by the time she’d finished, then roared with laughter.

  “It’s not funny.”

  “Of course it is. Embarrassing for you, but funny for me.”

  “Darling, please just get here.”

  “Sure thing. Best laugh I’ve had for a while. I’ll be there in fifteen, twenty minutes.”

  “Where were you earlier?”

  “Oh, you tried before? Sorry, there’s no message light. You must have rung while I was in the garden.”

  “I guess. No worries. Hurry, please. This is embarrassing.”

  “On the way. Bye.”

  She hung the phone up and glared at Charles who had in the meantime put his shirt back on and was tucking it into his pants.

  “Which was the embarrassing point for you? Having to ask for his help, or the fact you were naked and just fucked while you were doing so?”

  “Both.”

  He chuckled. “Well, if you like I can get one of the waiters to bring you a coffee while you get dressed.”

  “I don’t think so.”

  He grinned. “Fair enough, although I do suggest you get dressed again fairly quickly. I doubt you’ll want to walk through the restaurant as you are to use the restroom to clean up.”

  She sighed. “No, I guess you’re right about that.”

  He stepped close and planted a kiss on her cheek. “I’m sorry I doubted your story, although I’m not sorry about the outcome.”

  She turned her face and brushed her lips over his. “I guess you wouldn’t be. How are you for reservations for Friday night? A table for two?”

  “My dear, for the embarrassment today, you can have a table for two on the house.”

  She smiled. “Thank you.”

  Julia’s Umbrella

  Max grinned at her. “For someone who hates sports, you’re getting into this game in a big way.”

  Julia shrugged. “Maybe because I think that first baseman is cute.”

  “I don’t think so. I think you expect the Cougars to win.”

  She shook her head. “No. The Bulls by two, at least.”

  “Want to make a bet on it?”

  Julia tore her attention away from the TV and shot her husband a look. It was late Saturday afternoon and they had originally intended to go out for a meal, but after a hard afternoon’s graft weeding and sorting out the flower beds in the backyard, they’d decided to stay home and order in.

  “I’m not betting the spread. Anyway, what kind of stakes did you have in mind?” She smiled at him, letting him know without words that she was prepared to play. They never bet money with each other, preferring instead to be inventive and indulge a fantasy, usually the winner’s.

  “I don’t know. What do you think?”

  “Well, you could do the laundry in the nude.”

  Max laughed. “I can’t see much laundry getting done. You’d forever be molesting me. Besides, I’ve seen you do the laundry in the nude before, and so if I win it would have to be something different.”

  “I wasn’t suggesting that, but what did you have in mind?”

  “I dunno. Haven’t really thought this all the way through.”

  “Well, you’ll have to hurry. Bulls are up one and that’s the end of the seventh.”

  “Okay, how about this? If the Bulls win, I spend tomorrow evening doing whatever you want me to around the house, while only wearing speedos.”

  “Interesting. I’ve still got that list of chores you didn’t get done last week.”

  “Hardly my fault. I wasn’t the one who forgot to take her purse to the restaurant so had to be bailed out—or was that balled out, then bailed out?”

  “Max! I’m trying to forget that.”

  He grinned at her again. “I’m not. I thought it was hawt! Especially when I found out what you had done and you still had to go back to work.”

  “Stop it. It was bad enough when I had to claim the charge back when it was on your credit card.”

  “I still don’t know why you didn’t just ring Josie. She’d have handled it discreetly for you. The two of you are good friends, after all.”

  “And we both know that Josie is a very special friend for both of us. She had a day off that day. Which reminds me, were you actually doing the lawn that lunchtime, in the hottest part of the day, or had my best friend come over, and you were doing her?”

  Suddenly, he dived along the length of the couch, grabbing her and pulling her into his arms. His fingers found her ribs and started tickling. She shrieked and tried to pull away, but she couldn’t escape. After a couple of minutes he stopped, leaving her pinned underneath him, breathless and still giggling.

  “That’s not fair.”

  “And nor is accusing me of fucking another woman without your knowledge, especially at the same time as you were fucking the restaurant manager without my knowledge.” He finished his sentence by kissing her on the end of her nose, the endearing gesture enough to tell her he wasn’t really mad about her accusation.

  “Sorry.”

  “Por nada. Honey, you play, I listen. It works for me.”

  She grinned. “Except when I involve you with one of my hawt girlfriends.”

  “The key part of that phrase is when you involve. I don’t initiate.”

  “Okay, I got you. Sorry, darling, I didn’t really mean it.”

  “I know. I just took the chance to play the tickle monster.”

  “You do that again and the next time I use my mouth, I’ll use my teeth.”

  “No, you won’t because that would spoil your fun too.” Nevertheless, he winced at the idea. “So, what stakes are you prepared to put up?”

  “For what?”

  “The bet. Remember, you’re betting on the Bulls winning.”

  “I don’t know, I really don’t.”

  “Okay, so how about this? If the Bulls win you have to go without a bra all week.”

  “You mean even at work?” Julia heard her own voice rising in disbelief. “After what happened the last time you changed what I wear to work—that casual Friday?”

  “You’ll still be wearing your jacket, so who’ll know?”

  She shook her head. “Nope, it’s July, remember. No jackets rule, because of the heat.”

  “Then maybe you’ll feel cooler without one anyway.”

  A sudden roar from the crowd on the TV drew her attention. The Cougars pitcher had just stuck out another Bulls batsman, and that was the end of their eighth inning, with the Bulls having just hit a home run, putting them ahead by three with only one more inning to go.

  “And if I win, you get to do all the housework tomorrow evening, wearing just a pair of speedos.”

  “Assuming we don’t get any company. I’m game. Are you?”

  They both knew she wouldn’t leave him alone for long if he dressed like that, especially if she succeeded in teasing him to the point of hardness. That was the point, though, adding a little home-grown spice.

  “It’s a bet. Shake on it.”

  They solemnly shook hands, and Max leaned in and kissed her. For a moment, she thought about letting it deepen, but she wanted to watch the end of the game with the prospect of a very lazy Sunday for her in the offing.

  “Come on, let me up.”

  College baseball then tossed her a curved ball. Cougars scored four home runs in the final innings to take the game by one run.

  * * * *

  Julia waited until Max was in the shower before putting her plan into action. Quickly, she slipped her shoes off then shimmied out of her jeans. The T-shirt was next, whisked over her head so she could remove her bra. A moment later she pulled t
he T-shirt back on then sat down on the end of the bed to remove her ankle socks. Clad only in her white cotton T-shirt, with just her thin lace panties, also white, underneath, she tiptoed across the bedroom to the door of the en-suite. Unless they had guests they never engaged the locks, so she opened the door as quietly as she could and snuck into the bathroom.

  Max was standing in the shower cubicle, letting the foam from the body wash rinse off his body. He grinned at her. “What took you so long?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I knew you’d sneak in here and try to surprise me in the bathroom and then molest me until you didn’t have to pay up on the bet.”

  Julia pouted. He’d seen straight through her. Not really surprising—she’d done it before, but she’d still wanted to try. There again, the sight of his naked and wet body was wreaking havoc on her system. Glancing down at her own body, she could see the sight of his cock hanging between his legs had hardened her nipples, almost in an instant. Two little peaks protruded out into her shirt.

  “So it won’t work then?”

  He grinned at her again. “I didn’t say that.”

  She laughed and moved toward the door to the cubicle. Max pressed himself back against the tiled wall to let her enter, and she gasped as the stream of water soaked into her T-shirt.

  “You could have had it on warmer.”

  “Why? You know how much I like the sight of your breasts all covered in goose bumps.”

  “Stop it!”

  She shivered, not entirely from the cold water, and stepped further under the shower, letting the water run down her shirt on both sides. Her hair plastered itself to her scalp while the shirt stuck to every curve of her body. Being cotton, it had also turned see-through and she could see the way her husband’s eyes were drawn to her suddenly revealed breasts with their rosy centers as her nipples tried to outdo themselves for hardness.

 

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