“Well, you look… boring,” Caiden said.
“Actually, for once I agree,” I said, relieved that Caiden was back to his offensive self. I’d never really thought of my outfits as boring before. I knew they were formal, but my dad went to work every day in a suit. Formal was what a lot of people did. Now the outfit felt depressing and even claustrophobic, like the clothes were suffocating me.
“I like the pearl necklace,” Caiden said.
“Really?”
“Yes, I do like to see a pearl necklace on a woman. That’s not the kind of pearl necklace I have in mind for you though.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. I knew from the grin on his face that his words had some kind of sexual connotations, but I’d never heard of anything sexual involving a pearl necklace. I made myself sound naïve by asking, but it was a bit late to act experienced around Caiden.
Caiden stepped forward and fingered the pearls around my neck. “The pearl necklace I have in mind for you involves me shooting my load over your chest. If my aim is good,—and without sounding like I’m bragging it usually is,—I can make a decent representation of a pearl necklace.”
“That’s disgusting,” I said, although I found myself laughing.
“You would look beautiful with my cum over your chest. I can’t wait to spray all over those pert little nipples of yours.”
I didn’t tell him that would never happen. I didn’t tell him to go away. I liked it when he spoke to me this way. This was the Caiden I could deal with.
“It all sounds rather messy,” I said.
“It can be,” he said with a shrug. “A few tissues should be kept close by, although everything is a lot cleaner if the woman just swallows the whole thing in the first place.” Caiden put his finger on my lips and then used it to gently open my mouth. “You reckon you can fit my cock in this tiny mouth of yours?”
“I’m sure I could,” I replied, pushing his finger out of my mouth with my tongue. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to.” I smiled at him and then quickly backed away as I heard my dad’s bedroom door open.
“If I didn’t know better,” Caiden said, “I’d swear you were teasing me.”
“You ready?” Dad asked as he arrived at the bottom of the stairs.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” I looked around for Sheri, but she was usually the last one to be ready. Probably applying the final touches of makeup to her face.
“You know what,” Caiden said, “I think I will come, after all. It’ll just take me a minute to get changed into something more boring.”
“You’re only coming if you can act like an adult,” Dad yelled after him.
Caiden came back down the stairs a few minutes later in chinos and a polo shirt. He looked like he was ready to play golf. He’d fit in with my dad’s friends perfectly.
Even though he had dressed ‘boring’ he still looked good. The polo shirt was tight enough to show off the form of his chest and his biceps made short work of the sleeves. The chinos hugged his ass and reminded me of the time I’d grabbed hold of it the first time he screwed me.
Sheri came down the stairs a few minutes later. I couldn’t even look at her. Whereas before I had seen a woman who successfully created her own business and became a minor celebrity, now I just saw a fraud. A fraud who had been present during some of my favourite moments with my mother. Tainted memories.
“Let’s take two cars,” I said to Dad. “There’s four of us going now, and I don’t like being in the back seat of your car. It’s too cramped. Caiden and I will take the second car.
“Fine,” Dad said. “You can follow me there. Try not to get lost.”
I didn’t bother pointing out to Dad that I had my own sat nav, not to mention about one hundred apps on my phone that could easily get us there. In the end, we beat Dad there by using an app that collected live traffic data to avoid a congested road.
Caiden stared at me the entire way there as I drove. He kept commenting on my body. Sometimes he just said nice things like telling me my legs were well-toned, while other times he talked about how my nipples would stiffen in his mouth the next time he sucked on them.
Much to my annoyance while driving, my nipples had actually reacted in the same way he described in his fantasies. Something had changed between us after yesterday. We were both joking around a lot more, and I had all but given up denying that his descriptions would come true. His words now sounded like foreplay as opposed to him trying to annoy me.
Sex with Caiden now felt like part of my future as well as my past. At some point it was going to happen; it was just a matter of when.
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Dad had been worried about Caiden misbehaving, but he should’ve been more concerned with me. It wasn’t that I misbehaved as such, but I certainly didn’t act exactly as Dad wanted me to. He tried to show me off as the perfect daughter who had achieved excellent grades and would soon be going to Cambridge.
The other partners at the law firm asked me questions about the degree I was studying for and where I would be living in Cambridge. Unfortunately, I hadn’t given any consideration to that. I knew very little about the PPE degree subject matter because I’d only chosen it at Dad’s insistence. I certainly hadn’t given any thought to where I would live when I got there. I ended up just nodding along and looking serious the entire time. I could see Dad wanted me to perform a little more enthusiastically, but I just couldn’t find the energy to do so.
The first few hours of the day consisted of the solicitors backslapping themselves over excellent annual results and some of the bigger case wins. A few of the other partners had brought their families along as well and they spoke of them in patronizing terms, thanking them for their support in a way that made it clear the wives were not really appreciated at all.
Once all the self-congratulatory stuff was over, the solicitors split up into teams and started doing some friendly competitive sports. Nothing too extreme. I followed them around as they completed archery and had to climb a wall that could barely have been more than fifteen feet high. Dad celebrated like he’d climbed Everest.
The entire thing was cringe inducing and I kept waiting for Caiden to break down and start misbehaving. Instead, he spoke to the partners and asked them questions about their careers as if he were legitimately interested in becoming a solicitor—or a lawyer as he kept calling them—himself. He made up convincing lies about his plans to attend Harvard or Yale in the next year and how he would eventually go to law school. He kept a straight face the entire time and almost had me believing him.
Over lunch, the topic of conversation returned to work, and the managing partner role came up more than once. I spotted at least three other candidates for the position talking about themselves and how they were reluctantly putting themselves forward for the position because they thought it was in the best interest of the firm.
If you believed the candidates, you’d think none of them actually wanted the job as if it were some form of charity, but their every word was cleverly devised to enamour themselves to their fellow partners who would be voting on the job.
In the afternoon the solicitors split themselves into four large teams competing against each other to build a shelter that would keep them dry and warm if they had to spend the night there.
Dad and the other candidates for the managing partner position, tried to act casual as the lawyers were being split into teams, but it was impossible to miss the deliberate tactical manoeuvring going on. I’d not seen people try so hard to get on certain teams since the boys let the girls play football in the playground at school and the girls used the opportunity to get closer to the boys they liked. That was cute when we were nine years old, but watching fifty-year-old men do the same thing was rather depressing.
“Do any women work for your dad’s firm?” Caiden asked.
“Not many by the looks of it,” I replied. “At least not in the senior positions.”
I’d looked at the website for Dad’s firm
many times and it touted the equal opportunity employment of women and minorities. Looking at the associates on the website made that look true, but the website left out one crucial detail. While the junior solicitors were a mixture of men, women, and minorities, the ones who made it to partner were almost always men. White men at that.
This away day was for the more senior members of the firm; the junior solicitors had been left behind at the office to do the work that the partners were busy bringing in. That meant there were only a handful of women here and the whole thing had a stale feel to it.
“Are you actually enjoying this?” I asked Caiden.
Caiden stared back at me with a look of horror on his face. “Please tell me you’re joking. Of course I’m not enjoying this.”
“In that case you are very convincing actor. You had a few of the partners eating out of the palm of your hand.”
“I can put on the charm if need be. I know how to speak to men like your dad, I just choose not to most of the time.”
“If you’re so bored, why did you come?”
“You know why I came, Vicky. I might be bored listening to these people and watching them try to stab each other in the back, but at least I get to look at you. In the time we’ve been here I’ve undressed you and fucked you so many times the buttons on your blouse are beginning to fall off from overuse.”
“Tell me about it,” I whispered. “Tell me what you’ve done to me. In your head, that is.”
“I’ve… No, I’m not going to tell you about it. I’m done talking about this. Come with me.”
“We can’t just leave,” I said, as Caiden put his hand on my back and guided me away from the crowd. “My dad will notice.”
“He wouldn’t notice if we left and never came back. You did your thing at the beginning and your dad tried to show you off like some trophy, but now he has his mind on other things. Even Sheri got left behind at the main cafeteria to talk with the other housewives. You’ve done your bit, now it’s time we had some fun.”
The entire away day took place in the woods to give it a real life adventurous feel, even though the camp had been modernized in such a way it had more real-life comforts than most people’s offices. However, it did mean we were never far from trees and secluded areas where we could get some privacy.
I wasn’t nervous and that made me uneasy. I felt the same way the first time I’d been with Caiden when I walked into the hotel room. I should have been terrified; I was about to lose my virginity to an experienced and popular man. It was a life-defining moment and I wasn’t even drunk.
Something about being around Caiden helped eliminate my nerves. Maybe his confidence rubbed off on me. Whatever it was, the defining emotion spreading throughout my body as Caiden led me to a thick part of the forest was excitement. My heart was racing and my sex was aching.
Finally, Caiden grabbed my cardigan and pulled me back to stop me in my tracks. We were far enough away from the group that no one would see or hear us.
“Now what?” I asked. I had no idea what we were supposed to do now. Did we fuck? Twigs and branches covered the ground everywhere and didn’t look entirely comfortable. I wanted Caiden to grab me and fuck me up against the tree, but that would hurt my back and tear my clothes to shreds. Reality wasn’t as sexy as the movies. I needed him inside me, but I also needed him to lead the way.
“I don’t know where to start,” Caiden admitted. “I’ve spent most of the day thinking about this. I want to undress you. I want to suck those hard nipples. I want to eat your cunt. I want to bend you over and plunge my cock inside you. I want to come in your mouth. I want to spank that firm little ass.”
I reached my hand out and grabbed him between the legs. I cupped his balls and squeezed softly, before stroking the length of his cock through his trousers. He quickly stiffened then unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers to give his cock room to move.
I pulled his boxers down slightly until I could see his shaft. The head pointed up and looked directly at me. I just stared at it for thirty seconds, trying to comprehend the enormity of it and amazed that I had fitted that inside my virgin pussy. I must have been dripping wet that first night for him to slide inside me so easily and with so little pain and resistance.
My fingers gripped the base of his shaft and slowly stroked up and down. Caiden immediately started humming and breathing faster in response to my touch. I stared at his cock the entire time, watching my hand go from the base to the head where I squeezed gently and ran my thumb over the pre-cum.
Caiden’s hands yanked up my skirt until it was around my waist and then his fingers slipped my panties to one side. I groaned loudly as two fingers entered me with ease.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Caiden said. “I can’t wait to taste you again. I want you to come in my mouth like you did that night.”
“No,” I said and pulled his fingers out of my sex. I felt empty without him inside me, but there was something else I wanted to do. I used my feet to clear the ground under me and then sunk to my knees. I pulled his cock down slightly and licked my lips before sliding them over his head.
My tongue immediately tasted the slight saltiness of the pre-cum on his head and I licked it up greedily. I had to open my mouth wide to fit his girth inside and I was only able to take half of his shaft into my mouth before my gag reflex stopped me going any further. My hand stroked the base of the shaft while my mouth sucked hard on the top half of his cock.
“Shit, Vicky,” Caiden moaned. “Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”
If he had any doubts about my experience, I quickly reminded him that I didn’t know what I was doing when I shook my head in response while he was still in my mouth.
He let out a short laugh but then resumed moaning in pleasure as I sucked harder and harder. Pre-cum kept appearing on his head and the tiny taste I got with my tongue was enough for me to know I wanted the full load in my mouth.
Caiden wove his fingers through my hair and held the back of my head as he thrust slightly in my mouth. He pushed his cock deeper into my mouth, but I managed to ignore the gag reflex and take a few more inches of him inside me. Caiden’s pace quickened, but he never forced more of himself inside me than I could handle. I was slurping and drooling as I sucked on him, but if that looked unappealing he didn’t show it.
“I’m close,” he murmured. “Here it comes, sweetheart.”
Caiden’s hand gripped harder onto the back of my head as he slammed forward into my mouth one last time. The come shot out of his tip and slammed into the back of my throat. I couldn’t swallow it fast enough and some escaped my mouth, dripping down my chin.
The taste was unusual, but I gulped it down immediately. He shook a few more times until he started softening in my mouth. I sucked hard to get the last drops out and then scooped up the come that was dribbling down my chin with my fingers.
“Holy shit,” Caiden said. “That was… holy shit.”
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” I said. I stood up and pulled my skirt down, checking I looked presentable. I had scuff marks on my knees, but when my skirt was pulled down it covered them up.
“Do I have any… you know... stuff on my face?” I asked. I didn’t want to see my dad again with Caiden’s spunk dripping down me.
“No, you look clean and innocent again. As if you weren’t just sucking my cock like a greedy whore. I need to taste you now, Vicky. Don’t make me wait any longer to taste that beautiful pussy.”
“Not here,” I said reluctantly. I knew if Caiden fingered me or ate me I would need him to fuck me as well and we couldn’t do that here. Not properly. “Dad said there was dinner here as well, correct?”
“Yes,” Caiden groaned. “Shit, I can’t wait that long for you.”
“I wasn’t suggesting you wait. Dad and Sheri will be at the dinner. If we leave now we’ll have the house to ourselves for hours.”
“In that case, what the hell are we doing standing around he
re? Let’s get you home.”
All I wanted to do was get back to the house, but the drive home was frustratingly slow. With every minute that passed, I saw our window of free time slipping away. Most of the delay wasn’t Vicky’s fault. We hit some early rush hour traffic and road work had closed one lane on a busy road, but she didn’t help matters by driving frustratingly slowly when we had an empty road in front of us.
I resisted the temptation to tell her to hurry up because it didn’t seem like a good idea to make someone drive faster than they were comfortable doing, but my right leg kept twitching in the passenger seat as I tried to control my urges for just another hour.
After what seemed like an eternity, Vicky took a left turn onto a street I recognized and I knew we were just a few minutes from home. As we approached her driveway, I turned to look at a car parked on double yellow lines.
“It’s illegal to park there, right?” I asked. I still hadn’t gotten the hang of all the road markings in the UK, but the ‘no parking on double yellow lines’ rule seemed fairly clear.
“No… Well, maybe. But I guess no one cares.”
The car appeared empty, but I turned my head as we went past and kept looking until a man appeared in the driver’s seat. He had been ducked down as if hiding from us as we drove passed.
I recognized him. It was the man who had followed us all the way to the pub. I was sure he’d been homeless at the time, but now he had a car by the looks of it. Not a very nice one, but certainly not just a piece of scrap either.
It would be one thing to see the same man around town a few times. In a small town like this that probably did happen a fair bit. But the way he had followed me the first day I saw him combined with how he was now ducking down in the car to avoid my gaze made it clear he must be following me. I couldn’t think why anyone would care enough about my whereabouts to have someone follow me. I certainly didn’t know this man so he must just be a hired set of eyes.
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