Message-ID: <7560eli$9801201633@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Nick Subject: Burning Bridges - Jenny's Story Part 2 (M/F (F) sexual politics) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d 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: <3.0.1.32.19980119232646.00693fd0@pop3.demon.co.uk> Copyright 1998. This story may be copied for the personal use of the reader only. Any commercial interest must be communicated to the author: nick@cassandra.demon.co.uk. It may not be reposted without permission of the author. This is not suitable for people under the age of 18. BURNING BRIDGES - JENNY’S STORY –PART 2 3. That evening I went to Jenny’s as arranged. She greeted me wearing a long white silk robe. Her dark hair hung loosely about her shoulders, free of the tight hair-band that had kept it in check all day. She seemed altogether more relaxed, and the intoxicating tang of alcohol on her breath as she kissed me relaxed me too. At work Jenny was reliable, efficient and accommodating. She came across as shy and vulnerable, and it was that which, as much as anything, had protected her from some of the unkindness that people might have given her after Kate had so cruelly publicised her ill-advised e-mail to me. Outside the office, however, there was something untamed about her. She was her own woman with her own will (and a temper to match sometimes). Her lovemaking always seemed to have an edge to it which was rarely present in other women. She often took the lead, and would come on to me, often when I was least expecting it - almost to the point of irritation. She was a good lover though, and any annoyance was soon dissipated (or even exploited) by what followed! Sometimes I felt her approach was almost masculine in its aggressiveness. It occurred to me that she might have lesbian or bisexual tendencies and to be honest I quite liked the idea of her ravishing another woman. When I asked her about it, though, she took it as a criticism of her lovemaking and I got the full force of her temper! She nearly ended it there and then, but we made it up (and very enjoyable it was too!) Tonight I was unsure of her. I still did not know the full extent of the damage done by Kate’s action. Jenny may have been stronger than she appeared to others, but I knew that she could be hurt. I wanted to get to the bottom of it, to understand how she felt and to support her where I could. It was her very strength of character that made her seem so vulnerable to me. She took me by the hand and led me into the sitting room. So like her- no small-talk! "Drink?" she asked as she pushed me down onto the sofa. I nodded and she poured me a scotch, then she went to put on a tape. It was one of those French love-songs from the 70’s - more heavy breathing than music. It was not one of my favourites, but at least if we were making love it had some atmosphere about it. "Jenny," I said as she sat down beside me, "I think we need to talk." "Oh?" she drew back, a look of concern in her eyes. "What’s the problem?" "This e-mail business." I said. "I still don’t really know…well….what its doing to you!" She looked at me and gave me an indulgent look, nodding her head questioningly. I carried on. "You’ve had a tough time these last few days." She smiled. "As I said earlier, its nothing, really Nick. One gets over these things!" I searched her face for any sign of strain, but found none. "OK?" she asked. "Well if you’re sure, but I….." But she was already undoing my shirt buttons and pushing me gently back onto the sofa. I ran my fingers through her thick black hair as she started licking my chest, her tongue negotiating my forest of chest hair and working its way around my nipples. As my shirt fell open, I could feel her breasts swinging gently against my belly through her silky robe. Suddenly the clichéd music seemed very appropriate! She took my wrists, pushing my hands above my head. "My turn to do the work this evening, my love!" she murmured. "And just to make sure….." I noticed a pair of handcuffs had appeared in her hand. Seeing what she had in mind, I felt a tinge of apprehension. I may have loved Jenny, but it had to be said that at the moment with all that had been going on, I did not altogether trust her. Even so, I did not see myself refusing, so I let her click the cuffs over my wrists and secure them to the heavy cabinet that stood beside the sofa. Smiling, she went back to her work, working my shirt loose and continuing to lick my chest. All I could do was lie back and enjoy - the sensations in my nipples transmitting themselves to my loins. Suddenly she was up, and striding across the room to the door. I lay there waiting and wondering (and helpless!). When she returned, she had a tube of shaving foam, a cut-throat razor and a big smile! "Er, Jenny…." The razor made me nervous, but I did not want to show her I did not trust her! For a moment she looked puzzled, then I thought I saw a shadow pass over her face. A look of revulsion, tinged with - well, it seemed like hatred - but it cleared and she burst out laughing. "Silly boy!" I smiled weakly, only mildly reassured, while she spread the foam on my chest. "The hairs…" she said with a mischievous grin, "they’re catching my teeth! You don’t mind do you?" So I was about to lose my chest hair! I couldn’t say it concerned me that much, but winter was coming! Jenny worked at me like an artist, and I found the whole experience unexpectedly erotic. It was not just the sensation of the blade scraping across my chest and around, my nipples. The idea that this woman had total control of me and was tenderly scraping away at my body with a dangerous weapon, awoke feelings in me that I was not used to! That was Jenny all over! Finally she discarded the blade, and wiped the excess cream from my now peculiarly sensitive chest with her robe. I was more than a little relieved! After massaging my smooth sensitive chest, and running her tongue around the nipples some more, she started working lower down, releasing my belt, and exposing my hard penis. She smiled up at me as she began working away at it with her tongue. I lay back and relaxed, as the music and the sensations washed over me. The music had changed. The rhythmic sighing and moaning were replaced by a real couple, breathing hard and obviously frantically enjoying each others bodies. I took little interest - it was all part of the atmosphere. I had my own urgent concerns - my penis was responding more than enthusiastically to Jenny’s ministrations, and as her mouth closed over the top of it, I felt myself almost reach the point of no return. She withdrew, looked up at me and smiled. Her instinctive sense of timing could not have been taught! A distant crash from the tape, more groaning and kissing. Jenny resumed her work, delicately avoiding the more sensitive areas to start with, and then moving up. The couple on the tape were becoming more worked up, and just before Jenny closed her mouth over my cock for the second time, they reached their own climax! Shit! Kate’s voice was unmistakable! So was mine! That realisation came at the moment I spurted into Jenny’s mouth. I closed my eyes as my body tensed, though this time my brain clicked back into gear far quicker than it normally would! She had taped what went on that night! And as I faked a long drawn out orgasm as best I could (with a fast shrinking prick) I thought very, very fast! How? Our company deals with surveillance equipment, and it did not take a great deal of thought to realise that she had planted one of our own radio mikes on me. Yes! I had found something under my collar, thought nothing of it and discarded it! Now various little things that I had not even bothered to think about, started slipping into place. It explained, for example, why she had not bothered asking me how I had got on that night - she already knew! I slowly opened my eyes. She was staring down at me, her dark hair falling from her shoulders, either side of her face. Her eyes were in shadow, and all I could see of her face was her mouth. A rivulet of my semen seeped from the corner of inscrutable lips, its sudden irrelevance somehow chilling! I felt very frightened! Her lips curled almost imperceptibly as she slapped my face! My head whipped painfully sideways. She had a powerful arm! She was snarling at me now, like an animal - my semen dripping like foam from her bared teeth! The next blow was harder than the last one, and was quickly followed by another and another. She emitted little whimpering grunts as, again and again, her hands stung my face in desperate, pitiful rage. I tasted blood in my mouth and realised that the razor which she had shaved my chest with, lay inches from her hand! "Jenny…." I whispered hoarsely. She stopped hitting me suddenly, breathing hard. I saw a tear run down her cheek from her still hidden eyes. The tape carried on irrelevantly. "I’ll sack Jenny!" Kate’s disembodied voice echoed round the room. "You must believe, I didn’t……" "Bastard….." she hissed, interrupting me, the sheer icy hatred slicing through me like an arctic wind. I was silent. She was in complete control and I could only await her next move. Her breasts, hung down from her now open robe, but, beautiful though they were, they seemed a lifetime away from me now. After what seemed an eternity, she reached up and the unexpected click of the cuffs releasing my wrists, was the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard! "Now get out!" I would have protested, but I badly needed the toilet! CONTINUED IN PART 3 E-mail the author at: nick@cassandra.demon.co.uk -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |