Message-ID: <5387eli$9711041029@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Brother_Cadfael@earthcorp.com (Brother_Cadfael@earthcorp.com) Subject: 'Temporary Positions' {Brother_Cadfael} Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.stories.erotic,alt.sex.stories.hetero Followup-To: poster Reply-To: Brother_Cadfael@earthcorp.com X-Intended-For: Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <878526738.297302@moon.aa.net> ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Copyright 1997. Distribute freely, but change nothing. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Brother_Cadfael@earthcorp.com SYNOPSIS: A late night at work leads to an office romance with a temporary employee. | AUTHOR'S NOTE: The inspiration for this story was a lovely young | | woman named Dana that I worked with for about six months. We were | | both hired from a temporary agency to work for a large company | | that contracted with the government. We worked quite closely | | together and as we talked, we realized that we both had a lot in | | common. We would go out of our way to spend time with each other | | and would occasionally go to lunch on the weekends. | | | | Sadly, I never thought that she felt anything more for me than | | friendship and I never pursued anything else. I lost track of her | | after we were both re-assigned following the completion of our | | assignments, but her friendship and the beautiful smile I still | | remember are with me. | | | | The insurance related information (of which there is little) may | | not be accurate or realistic. The only way that I could rectify | | this would be to speak to an actual insurance agent. As you can | | imagine, that is too much pain and sacrifice for this 'artist' to | | render to his art. No offense intended to any insurance agents | | reading this. I'm sure you are all sane, exciting individuals | | (really) but I don't have the pleasure of personally knowing any | | that aren't good candidates for shock therapy. | | | | -- Brother_Cadfael@earthcorp.com | -[ Temporary Positions ]- I work at a national insurance company that specializes in the coverage of professional athletes. As with most occupations, there are advantages and disadvantages. In my four year career, I have been fortunate enough to meet most of the worlds greatest athletes. From Michael Jordan and Joe Montana to the Griffy's and Arnold Palmer. I've spoken with agents and coaches and even spoken before the press. Of course, the season baseball, football, basketball and hockey tickets that our corporation provides are very much enjoyed. It isn't exactly a dream job and it does have its low points. Such as frequently staying until midnight to tie loose ends that may be involved with certain contracts. Tonight was one such night. It seems that a certain Dallas Cowboy had broken his legs in an auto-accident. Actually, he had been drinking that night and was so drunk that he plowed into the rear of a street-cleaner on his way home. I had been telephoning hospital administrators and Cowboy representatives for the greater part of the evening. This being a Friday night, I was sure that my weekend was blown to hell. After several dull hours of reading similar cases from public records, I felt my eyes needed a rest. A coffee and a couple of snacks wouldn't hurt either. I grabbed my trench coat and locked up the office. There was a Seven-Eleven just a couple blocks away. They didn't have the greatest coffee, but I wasn't in the mood to be picky. I would've swallowed a quart of Pennzoil if I had thought it would keep me awake. I entered the Seven-Eleven and was immediately greeted by the middle-aged Indian man behind the counter. I poured a cup of coffee from a machine that looked older than I and put a chili-dog together from the self-serve counter. "Four dollars even, please," the Indian man said with more enthusiasm than necessary. I paid the man and made my way back to the office. It began to rain. I ran the remaining block, cursing beneath my breath at the foul weather. I returned to find the front door unlocked. That's funny, I thought. I was sure I had locked it before I left. A little wary, I shut the door quietly behind me and made my way slowly past the lobby. I stopped to look at the alarm control panel above the secretary's desk. It hadn't been tripped. If I had locked the door, as I knew I had, then someone had used the pass-code to get in here while I was gone. I hadn't been away long enough for anyone to get both in _and_ out. That meant someone was still in here. A shuffle echoed through the hall. It had come from near my cubicle, if my hearing was correct. I raised my cup of steaming coffee above my head menacingly. Realizing that while a hot cup of joe could be very uncomfortable, it certainly wasn't going to stop anyone, I put it on a nearby desk and reached instead for a very heavy paper-weight. "I know someone's in here," I said boldly, "show yourself unless you want me to come after you!" Suddenly a figure darted into my sight from out of nowhere. In the dark it was hard to make out, but from the silhouette, it didn't appear that I had much to fear from the would-be attacker. Before I could speak again, the figure spoke. "Oooh! What are you gonna' do once you catch me?" A voice giggled. It was a woman! "Who are you?" I asked with a sign of anger in my voice. "It's me," the figure replied. It reached for the lamp on one of the desks and turned it on. It was one of the temporaries we had hired for gathering research! I was a little embarrassed and angry, but when I realized exactly which temp it was, my anger quickly subsided; it was Dana. She was a soothing sight for sore eyes and had a voice that could coax an 'Amen' from Satan, himself. "Jesus, you scared the hell out of me!" I laughed. "I'm sorry, I just came by to see if you needed any help. Or at the very least, a little company," she took my coat and hat and put it on the rack. "Actually, I could use a little bit of both," I admitted. There really wasn't anything she could help me with, but I would never refuse the chance to be around her. I had noticed her since the first moment she arrived at the company. The way her skirt fluttered with each step and the way her black nylons had clung sensually to her well-defined legs. The black turtle neck had been just tight enough to accentuate her proportionate firm breasts and just long enough to caress the curves of her slender hips. Up until now, I had been a little jealous. She had never made an attempt to spend any time with me. She was always talking to the other people in the office and laughing at their jokes. I felt as though perhaps I was uninteresting. Maybe I had done something to offend her. But I still pursued her time, none the less. "I felt sorry for you, spending your entire evening at work while the rest of us are away. Should we get started?" She pointed to the pile of work and the scribbled legal pads on my desk. "Started?" I asked rather stupidly; I was too busy staring at her legs. Hoping she hadn't caught me doing it. "Yeah. Started... On work? You know, what you've been doing all night?" I shook my head as if I were clearing it of cobwebs, "Oh! Yeah! Sheesh, I'm sorry, Dana. I guess my mind was elsewhere." "I know. So were your eyes," she said. I thought I saw her wink at me, but I wasn't sure. "So, what are we up to?" I moved across the desk from her and picked up a copy of the contract I had highlighted. "This is what we have to fight our legal battle with. I know that it seems cruel for an insurance company to pursue legal actions against it's own client, but I think you'll find that this case warrants it. It's frivolous. The guy is a millionaire. Gets loaded. Wrecks his sports car and expects us to reimburse his idiocy." "Greedy fucker, isn't he?" She said. I was taken aback by her language. I hadn't heard her ever speak like that. I don't even remember a 'darn' escaping her lips around me. "Yeah," I agreed. "The contract we drew up states, 'In the event that client is involved in an accident or is the recipient of an injury that causes the loss of ability to perform at a level acceptable for play, ProInsure will assume all costs that are acquired in the recuperation of the client. Any loss of pay acquired due to inability to perform shall be covered for the period of up to (but not past) eighteen months.' The problem is that our little ball player thinks his Ferrari is required to speed up his recovery." Dana laughed. I sat down and began to shuffle a few of the papers, looking for the affidavit our client had signed after the wreck. Suddenly, Dana sat directly on a file that I was reaching for, causing my hand to brush against her backside. She crossed her legs toward me, allowing me to see from her beautiful calves to her hard, smooth thighs. Sitting this close to her, I could smell her perfume. It was sweet, but demanding. Seemingly much like Dana, herself. "So, do we have any plans or are we still fumbling for ideas?" She asked. "A little of both." She raised her eyebrows and smiled knowingly at me. "A little of both? Or are you just covering?" "Excuse me?" I said, somewhat defensively. I was beginning to wonder if the only reason she was here was because she wanted to get dirt on me for the boss. I'm always wary of people who want to tear me down. "See, I don't think you have anything. If you did, you wouldn't be working so late and you wouldn't be so stressed-out. I think you're just fumbling around for some stroke of genius to salvage you. People like you because you're known for your knack of solving problem cases. You're desperately trying to salvage your reputation." She was right. How could she have known? She had been reading my work while I was out. She knew I had nothing. So was she here to assist me or was she a Trojan horse? "So are you here to rub my face in it or are you going to help?" "I'm not going to help -- I'm going to save your ass." "And how is this?" I asked. She leaned forward, just inches from my face. She parted her lips and closed her eyes for a second. An eager part of my libido actually anticipated a kiss from her, but my brain knew better. "Come close and I'll tell you," she said in a voice barely above a whisper. I moved even closer to her, brushing my forearm against her calf. She put her mouth to my ear. I could feel her lips against my flesh. "This," she said slowly, brushing her wet tongue against my earlobe, "was so easy that I'm almost ashamed to admit it. But I've already saved you." I turned my head, to face her. We were close enough that I could feel her breath on my forehead. "You have? How?" I asked. "Simple," she whispered, "I did a little research." I felt her hands on my shoulders, "It seems that our young sports hero has been avoiding the tax man. Just imagine how horrible it would be if that leaked out to the press?" "It would shatter his image," I said, completing her thought. "Absolutely. He realized that, too. That's why he's dropped the request for the replacement of his toy." As excited as I was that someone had found a way to resolve this matter, (no matter how underhanded it was), that I was slow to realize that my hand was caressing her knee. I laughed. "Gee, with someone like you around here, who needs me?" I said. "Maybe I do," she said, putting her hand over the one I had placed on her knee. I shivered. Her touch was like throwing yourself into an activated super-collider. The most electric experience I had felt in a long time. Until that point, I hadn't really noticed that I was so absorbed in my work that my love-life had been passing me by. I pulled my hand away from her and immediately apologized. "No need to be so shy, Jacob. I liked the way your hand felt. You have soft skin. Do you like the way my skin feels?" I was confused. This was happening way too fast -- whatever 'this' was. "Yes," I replied nervously. "Would you like to touch me again?" She asked. I tried to reply, but my clumsy tongue got in the way. She laughed. "It's alright, Jacob. I'm not going to bite or anything. . Unless," she smiled devilishly, "unless you ask me to." I felt a lot of things needed to be said, but I couldn't bring myself to utter more than a few incoherent syllables. I had never entertained the thought that she might actually be attracted to me. A part of me still thought that she was just playing around. Either way, even if she were just flirting, you don't flirt with people you aren't at all attracted to do you? Dana took my hand and placed it on her chest. I could feel the ample flesh beneath the straining sweater. "Your hands feel nice," she smiled. "Would you like to touch my skin?" I nodded and she rubbed her cheek against the back of my hand. "I want to touch more of you," I whispered. "What was that?" she asked. "I said that I want to touch more of you." "Say please," she grinned. I stood up and put my free hand on her waist. I pressed my lips against hers. She had the softest lips I had ever felt. She wore no makeup, but she had one of those faces that doesn't require it. When I pulled back from the brief kiss, I said, "Please. I want to touch more of you." I felt her leg rubbing against mine and she guided my hand from her cheek to her waist and slipped her sweater up just enough to fit my hand underneath. Her skin was warm. "More of you," I whispered into her ear as my hand traveled up her back, stopping below the strap of her bra. "Oh God!" She whispered hoarsely, "Jacob, it's been so long since anyone's touched me like this!" She drew me into another kiss. This one was deeper and more passionate than the last. I'm sure my heart skipped several beats. Something rang outside of our own little world. It repeated itself a couple of times before we both realized it was the telephone on my desk. We stared at each other. Afraid that it might be a call either from the boss or from our client's attorney, I hesitated and grabbed for the phone. "Jacob's desk," I answered. Before I received an answer, I heard a 'click' and the phone line was disconnected. I looked down at the phone. Dana had pressed the button on the cradle; hanging up the line. "I don't have either the time nor the patience to wait until you finished that call," she said, brushing her lips against my chest. "But what if it had been someone important?" "Who cares?" She shrugged. "But-," I began. She curled herself up next to me, sitting on the desk. She kissed my neck slowly. My sensitive skin felt every sensation that her skin provided. I was melting. "Would you rather talk to some boring loser on the phone or play with me?" "God, you are so tempting," I sighed. "Give into temptation." I sat back down in the large comfortable chair and she followed, setting herself on my lap. "Raise your arms," I told her. She complied and I quickly slid her turtleneck sweater off. I put my mouth on her nipple and began to wet the material of her bra. Her nipples were hard and breasts seemed fuller than normal. Surprised, she gasped, "What are you doing!" "Giving in to temptation." She laughed. As I entertained her breasts, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. I removed my mouth from her while she slipped the bra away. When I returned to her left breast, I could feel the heat from her body washing my face. I tilted my head to see her face. Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back. She began to speak. "Would you believe me if I told you I hadn't been so much as kissed by a man in four years?" She asked. I found that hard to swallow. She was only twenty-seven and looked eight years younger. I wouldn't have believed it if she had said four days. She was just too much to resist. For any man. She continued, "I don't know why. I suppose my dedication to work puts a lot of men off. They probably think I'm too self-centered or absorbed to be interested in them. I am selfish. I'll grant you that. But I still think I'm just as friendly and as easy to get along with as the next woman." I nodded my agreement. "But I need to be touched. I'm a sexual being. I need love and romance and excitement and energy and... Oh God, don't stop whatever your hand is doing! I need to feel like I matter to someone." My hand had, indeed, slid inside her mid-length skirt. It was massaging her inner thigh. She was so warm between her legs. Her thighs were firm and as toned as the rest of her. I wanted to envelope her and be enveloped by her all at the same time. As we slid our hands over one another and our mouths traced invisible lines on each body, we stopped speaking. There was a time for words, but there also came a point where you just could not continue to carry on coherently. Your mind is preoccupied and your body wants you to focus on the sensations of the experience rather than practicing your communication skills. I looked at her breasts as I sucked on them. Nearly perfect spheres with just the appropriate gravitational effect. Completely smooth. They where a little lighter in color than the rest of her body and they were softer than any pillow I had ever rested my head on. She turned around, facing me and straddled my legs. Her skirt raised to the middle of her bottom as she sat down. I put my hands around her ass pulling her pantied crotch onto my Levi clad penis. Dana began to rock her body against mine. She undulated in a sexy dance as the lump in my pants pressed against her panties. "More of you," I whispered to her. "Oh, God!" she exclaimed as I raised my hips and pulled down on her body, ramming my crotch against her own. "How much more of me do you want?" She asked, continuing her snake-like dance. "All of you." "How much can you handle?" "All of you," I replied. She stood, still straddling me and stripped her panties off. I unzipped my pants. Dana brushed her hair aside, returning to my lap. She pressed her wet lips against the head of my dick. I felt a cold shiver slide down my spine. I put my hands on her legs and helped myself into her. She lowered herself very slowly onto my shaft. We moaned together as our bodies joined completely. We were still momentarily. Savoring the sweet togetherness that we now shared. "Fuck," she whispered, "I almost forgot how great doing this feels." "Me too," I replied. She began to gyrate again and undulate in her sexy lap-dance. Her pussy gripped me and released me over and over; altering its degree of suction with the changing angles. Our slow copulation increased in speed and fervor as we lost ourselves in each other's sexual world. I hadn't made love to a woman in more than two years. It took all my restraint not to climax before her, but I couldn't bear to disappoint her. Her gyrations became vertical movements. Long, quick vertical movements. Her pussy seemed to attach itself to my cock as she slammed down onto me. Every time she raised her body off of me, the roof of her vagina would drag itself across the head of my penis making me draw in quick breaths to compensate for the incredible sensation that kept urging me to ejaculate. I pumped myself into her repeatedly, raising my hips to do so. Every few strokes, I would wind up pressing roughly against the hard band of her cervix and she would whimper. The first whimper had obviously been that of pain, but after two or three more it was that of unexpected pleasure. "I'm going to come!" she sighed. My thrusts entered her with an even greater urgency as her cunt spasmed around me. She grabbed my hair and jerked back as she arched her back and screamed. Her orgasm continued, pushing me to orgasm as well. I slammed into her one last time and held her tight against my cock as her spasms coaxed my sperm into her. We held each other tight, enjoying the release that we had both been waiting so long for. My two years of self-induced celibacy had come to an end in the most wonderful way that I could have ever imagined. Dana seemed quite satisfied as well as she slouched against me. Her breasts heaved against my face as she cradled my head in her arms. My dick pulsed sporadically inside of her. She would gasp each time and dig her nails into me. She took one breast in her hand and offered it to me. Without hesitation, I drew the nipple into my mouth, suckling like a child on its mother's bosom. The way that Dana held me made me feel so warm and peaceful. Her heart beat against my own and her long legs rubbed against me. I could feel my pubic hair getting wet as our juices seeped out of her and slid down the shaft of my penis. Being inside of her was like dipping myself into a pool of lava. We sat together that way for about fifteen minutes. After we finally got dressed, we looked at each other. We both suddenly felt scared. We didn't want this to ruin our office relationship and we didn't want this to be the last time that we made love. We both wanted to be with each other again, but we didn't want to say anything until we knew what the other person felt. I held her hand for a moment. I didn't want to leave her side quite yet. "I know that this is working a little backward, but would you like to join me for dinner?" She chuckled, "Well, you've already gotten my to screw you, so I guess dinner isn't too much to ask." She gave me a peck on the cheek and we walked to my car. We decided to dine at the HarborSide Restaurant. It's a beautiful place overlooking the Willamette River with just enough ambiance to accommodate two young lovers. We waited for our waiter. "So," Dana began, "you never have told me your age." "Well, as of last month, I'm twenty-six." "Wow. I guess I'm robbing the cradle, aren't I?" She said, touching my hand. "You know, we never really have had the chance to talk." "I know," I said, "I always wondered if you really even knew I was alive." "Well, I do now," she winked, "But tell me about yourself?" I thought for a moment, deciding what would be relevant and what she would be interested in. "Oh boy. Where to start. Well, I graduated high school when I was seventeen. Started college the year after. Obviously, I received my business degree. By my fourth year of college, I met a girl named Lisa. She was the sweetest person I had ever known. Beautiful body. Wonderful mind. Always kept her end in a conversation." Dana appeared to be a little nervous when I spoke of Lisa, but I continued, "We got engaged. Her family loved me as mine did her. Everything was absolutely perfect. Not the way I had imagined my life, but better." "And?" She prompted after I paused for a minute. "And then a couple of years ago . . ." I fought back the tears that were coming to my eyes, "I got a phone call at work. There had been an accident involving a drunk driver." "Oh my god," she said, taking my hand into hers and rubbing it. It was soothing and helped me to keep from breaking down. Even though it had been a couple of years, it was usually impossible to speak of it without bringing tears. "The guy was never caught. Just kept on driving while she laid half-dead forty-feet from her car; thrown through her windshield. She could have lived, although probably paralyzed, if he had stopped and gotten help for her." "Jesus," she said in awe. She just stared at me with empathy and I stared at our hands together. Thinking about my fiancée was something that I tried to do as little as possible. There was no pleasure in reminiscing about the worst time of my life. "That's really been the defining point in my life. I'm just amazed that I've lasted this long without her. Until recently I couldn't even look at another woman the way I did at her without feeling guilty." "Do you look at me the way you did at her?" Dana asked. I smiled. "I think so." "So I'm the first woman you've been with in the past couple of years?" "Yeah," I said, "The first." "So was our little romp just a weak moment?" I shook my head, "Admittedly, I was eager to make love again, but if you're asking if I have feelings for you --- yes." Her lips spread in a nervous smile. Our waiter finally arrived and I ordered the swordfish with white wine. Dana ordered the same and included a salad. We continued our conversation when I asked her to tell me more about herself. "Well obviously, you know I'm twenty-seven. I grew up in Seattle with divorced parents who spent more time fighting over their money than they did taking care of their daughter. I ran away from home at seventeen and worked in a bookstore in Portland until I could afford to put myself through school. Afterward, I found that my Literature degree couldn't do as much as I had first thought, so I joined a temp agency. I've been single for about four years. Before that I lived with a roommate who basically manipulated me into sleeping with him for a year. I thought he was in-love with me, but I was just too stupid to realize the truth." "Sounds like you've had a slightly bumpy life. You should be proud of how well you turned out though." I raised her hand and kissed it. "Yeah. I've had a bumpy life." She paused for quite a long time. "Can I tell you something that I haven't told anyone before?" "Of course," I replied. "Well... I don't know why I feel so comfortable with you, but I think I'll feel so much better if I tell someone about this for once." Dana fidgeted with her bra strap through her sweater. "A couple of years ago... Just before I met my old roommate, I was..." She had difficulty continuing. Perhaps she was having second thoughts about telling me. "Continue, please," I said. "Promise me that you won't think any less of me?" I assured her that nothing she could say would detract from how wonderful I thought she was. "I was - I was raped." I immediately felt my face flush a deep red with anger toward anyone who could ever do such a thing. Especially to an angel like her. "He just - just broke into my apartment and slid into bed with me. I would have ran or fought or-" "There wasn't anything you could do," I interrupted. "He had a knife," she began to cry. I got up and sat next to her in the booth, putting my arms around her and pulling her close to me. She buried her face against me and sobbed. "Don't worry," I said, trying to comfort her, "It's a hard thing to talk about. It wasn't your fault. It wasn't your fault." I held her for several minutes; well after our food arrived. "Jacob?" She spoke. "What is it?" "Would you be upset if we left? I'm not so hungry anymore. I don't want to be in public right now." "Anything you want, Dana." I helped her into her jacket and we returned to the car. Once inside, I turned to her and asked if she'd like me to take her home. "Yes, please," she replied. "Would you like me to call you tomorrow, then? Make sure everything is okay?" "Call me?" She giggled, wiping away a tear and sniffling a little bit. "I meant, take me to _your_ home." "Oh!" I said stupidly, eliciting an amused laugh from her. When we arrived at my place we were both in a happier mood. The pain of both of our memories had dissipated. Dana perused my video collection while I gathered a bottle of Guinness and a couple of my favorite crystal wine glasses. "Find anything you like?" I asked as I came up behind her and kissed her neck. "Yes," she said, reaching around and rubbing my crotch gently and making me squirm. "Something I like, very much." "Ahem!" I cleared my throat, "I meant, have you found a movie you'd like to watch?" "Mmm-hmm," she said reaching for a video, "is this any good?" She was asking about BraveHeart. "Definitely," I said, "it's rather long and violent but it's a tear-jerker." "Let's watch it," she said slipping it from its cover and into the machine. I poured two glasses of Guinness. We slipped our shoes off and shared a large down-comforter as we cuddled beneath. We paid no attention to the 'coming attractions', instead sipping from our glasses and sharing gentle kisses. Dana took a sip of her Guinness and put her free hand behind my head. She pulled me into a firm kiss. She opened her mouth and let the Guinness flow from her mouth into mine. It turned me on more than she could ever realize and I took her glass from her. I placed it on the end table next to mine. She moaned and wrapped her other arm around my neck as well. I leaned into her, laying her on her back against the arm of the sofa. I felt her wrap her leg around mine as she pulled me closer to her, forcing her chest against me. "Mmm," I said, interrupting the kiss, "what about the movie?" She reached for the remote control and turned the television off, "It can wait, lover, but I can't." I moved from her lips and traveled slowly down her chin, to her neck. Just the light touch of my lips against her sensitive skin brought deep sighs and barely audible moans from her throat. As my passion for her soared I began to nibble on her flesh. It excited me to see her so pleased. I made my way to her shoulder, kissing and nibbling her there, as well. "Kiss me again," she begged, stretching her body luxuriously. I kissed her lips again. "That feels so wonderful," she smiled brightly, "There's nothing like kissing." "Especially when you're lucky enough to kiss lips like yours" "Thank you," she giggled and brought me into another kiss. Her lips were like nothing I've felt before. Softer. Fuller. Wet and smooth. The way she kissed was new to me, too. Her lips and tongue did things that probably required six years of college and a Master's degree. Her kisses weren't powerful and forceful, but rather light and deliberate. Each sensation intended to be transmitted and amplified. She could sense my anticipation and eagerness to take her another step, but she stopped me. She maneuvered herself to her knees and we reversed positions; myself on my back and her leaning into me. "Be calm, lover," she said, "I'm in control now. Does that make you feel like less of a man?" "No," was all I could reply as she took my lips from me quickly. "I didn't think it would, you stud. Just lay back and shut-up. Be good and I won't have to hurt you." I pondered for a moment, making it very obvious that I wouldn't mind at all a little sensual pain from her. She sneered in mimicked disgust and stole more kisses from me. We closed our eyes and experienced each other's lips and tongue as if they were not parts of our bodies but separate entities of their own. She unbuttoned my shirt and I slid it off. I felt her lips on my chest before returning to my lips. She continued to amaze me with the her oral talent. I slid my hand up the back of her sweater and trailed it along the length of her spine, barely touching her skin with my fingers. Her lips pressed harder against mine and her fingernails dug into my arms. "I can't stop touching you," I whispered. "Then don't stop," she replied. I moved my hands to her ribcage and ran them up and down her body. The feeling I got was almost that of a contact-high. I couldn't get enough of her immaculate skin. Dana began to nibble on my lower lip and I sighed deeply. Suddenly I felt a wet spot in my pants, between my legs. "Oh, Jesus," I said somewhat amused and embarrassed. "What?" She asked between kisses. "I just came." She stopped kissing me and sat back on her knees, smiling like the Cheshire cat. "You came? From... From this?" She asked giving me another full kiss. "Yes," I said, a little bit embarrassed that I had been so easy to jump the gun, so to speak. "Oh, my God," she gasped, evidently very pleased with her ability to excite me to such a degree merely with her lips and mine. She took her shirt off and I helped her undo her lacy black bra. Her ample, but not large breasts fell from their confines. Dana leaned forward to resume our passionate kisses. I put my hands on her back and encouraged her to lie completely on me. She complied and I felt her warm breasts snuggle against my skin. Dana, occupied with my lips, didn't seem to notice that I had slipped my hands up her skirt and began rubbing her soft pink lips through the satin of her panties. She was so warm and her panties had soaked up enormous amounts of liquid. I couldn't believe how turned on she was just from kissing. Either she was starved for sex like no one on earth had been before, or she was the most sensitive of anyone on earth. I pushed her panties aside and slid my finger into her, up to the first knuckle. "Uh-uh," she said. Her hands soon seized mine and brushed her skirt back down. "You can't have that," she said between kisses. "The first one, earlier tonight was a freebie. If you want anything this body has to offer, you have to earn it." Her voice had suddenly become more seductive, yet demanding. I pushed her away, just enough to keep her from her incessant kisses. "And how do I earn it?" I asked. "You do what I tell you," she answered. "And what do you want me to do?" She kissed me and then traced a line down my chest with the tip of her index finger, "I want you to wear something for me." She reached for her purse and dug through it. What in the hell does she want me to wear?, I thought. Good grief, I hoped it wasn't a pair of women's panties or something. I'd do anything for Dana, but that would be too humiliating to live down. "These," she said, pulling out a pair of shiny handcuffs. This, I can do, I thought, a tsunami of relief falling on me. I sat up and she knelt on the floor between my legs. She handcuffed my hands behind my back and stood up. She put a CD on. It was Tori Amos singing 'Professional Widow'; a very sexy song that fit the occasion. As Tori's sensual voice combined with the gaudy sounding piano, Dana began to dance erotically for me. Her hips swayed and her arms danced above her head, raising her tits a little bit. As she spun around and began to slide her skirt down her legs, she blew a kiss to me. This girl could easily make a killing as an exotic dancer, I thought. Hell, she was better than anyone I had ever seen before. She knelt on the floor between my feet and slowly unzipped my pants with her teeth. Her hand reached inside and snaked my penis out. She looked at it for a moment, then at me. She touched her tongue to the tip and let it drop slowly to the side, riding the large purple vein to the base of my shaft. Her tongue tickled, but was otherwise so warm and gentle that it sent a lightning bolt to my spine. My breathing grew shallow quickly. She drew her tongue upward against the shaft like a young girl with a lollie-pop. She gazed lustfully up into my eyes and followed it with a kiss to my lips before returning to my protruding hard-on. She wrapped her mouth around the head and put pressure on the tip with her tongue inside of her mouth. Her other hand cupped my balls gently. "Jacob," she whispered huskily, "do you want me?" "Yes. Yes, I want you, Dana," I replied. "Then follow me." She helped me off the sofa and grabbed me by the handcuffs. She led me into my bedroom and uncuffed one hand. As I reached for her breast, she grabbed my hand again and threaded the end of the handcuff around the corner post of the bed, before slipping it back over my wrist. "Did you like what I had to offer back at the office?" She asked. "I loved it." "Do you really want it again?" "No, I want a big harry man named Chuck," I said sarcastically, "Of _course_ I want to fuck you again!" I cried. "Make-love," she corrected, "you want to make-love to me." "Yes," I hissed. I was starving for the warmth of her pussy. Dana climbed me like a kitten. She rubbed her pantied crotch against my chest and let it slide down until she rested lightly in my lap, baring the majority of the weight in her thighs. Her hand took my cock out of my pants again and she used it to brush her panties aside, sliding me inside of her lubricated body easily. Her eyes closed and she sighed softly. She kissed me and slid her tongue inside my mouth. I reached behind her with my free hand and placed it on her hip as she rocked slowly. My head spun. I looked up at her as she bit her lower lip and emitted an adorable whimper and thought I saw my wife. Dana's motions were excruciatingly slow. My body's natural urge and desire was to roll her onto her back and thrust in deeply and harshly, releasing semen into her womb. But my mind and heart wanted to feel her skin, her wetness, her subtle, gentle motions. My heart and mind wanted to hear the sexy cries and moans and sighs. My eyes wanted to watch as her breasts rose and fell with each movement and breath. She increased her speed and the movement of her undulating hips and belly became wild. I balls swelled and my body was ready to come. I wasn't. I focused my attention on Dana's body, looking at details. Her pretty white, pale skin. The occasional freckle. I noticed a small birthmark beneath her right breast, too. It was like a small indentation of the sun. As if an artisan had stamped her with his chop. My eyes went lower. When her body rose upward, pushing my cock far inside and brushing against her cervix, a small scar appeared above my stomach. It was not large, but it was much darker than the rest of her skin. It looked similar to the scars on the wrists of those who attempt suicide. Dana's now eager and frantic fucking rocked my body back and forth. Her hands grabbed for my shoulders and she rested her weight there. I lifted my hips to meet her, forcing myself farther. Her body froze and she bit gently on my shoulder, muffling what would have been a shattering scream but was instead an intense moan. Every muscle in her body contracted and I felt her grow tight around my penis. I pushed deeply into her, forcing her contracted vagina to give a little. I withdrew a few inches and pushed again. Her still body began to shudder and she gasped, as if someone had landed a blow to her stomach. Her body's tension gave and she fell on top of me. Every muscle and tendon was free as she recovered her breath. A moment passed and I came. Semen flowed from my penis into her warm, and occasionally contracting pussy. Dana's body convulsed with each throb of my penis as it forced its final drops into her. We lie together, wrapped in the arms of each other and still joined below. Her tongue reached for my ear and licked the lobe lightly. Then her breath came over the wetness her tongue left. It felt like stepping out of a shower and standing in front of a heating vent. I heard a stifled sob and she buried her head into my shoulder. "What's wrong, love?" I asked. She stifled another sob and whispered into my ear, "You won't hurt me will you?" "I-- I don't know what you mean by that. But of course, I wouldn't ever hurt you. Why should I?" "That's all I wanted to know." Her voice was almost too soft to hear. I think I understood what she was asking. I think we both wanted to ask that same question of the other. Only she had actually been able to voice it. She had been hurt and violated in the past. God only knows what else might have happened before the rape that she spoke of. I was not sure that it was something I was eager to know about. And I certainly had my share of dysfunctional and painful relationships. Most had been with people that I thought I loved only to find out that they were not what they first appeared to be. Neither Dana nor myself wanted to submit to a relationship that would deceive us. We wanted this to be exactly what it seemed. We wanted to love and be loved without possibility of anymore pain in our lives. For the first time in my entire life, I could say with all certainty that I had 'made-love' to a woman. I think that my wife and I might have made-love, but I had my doubts as to her faithfulness, which prevented me from doing much more than 'fucking' her. Indeed, Dana was my first. She may not have taken my virginity, but she had de-virginized my heart. -fin- -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /