“You’re staring at me, Lucas.”
Those were the first words she said to me.
“Yes, I guess I am.”
“Is there something you like?”
“Of course.”
You see, Deliah was a recent hire at our publishing company. She had been there for only a few months when I walked into her office to ask for Theodore William’s file. Ted had been our chief photographer for 23 years and had recently retired. We needed several of his photos for our next edition that couldn’t be located.
Deliah was bending over her desk, arranging a few pages in a personnel folder. That is not a remarkable reason for staring. I was staring at a pair of remarkable boobs that hung loose under her braless blouse. It wasn’t just cleavage. It was several levels below that, leaving nothing to the imagination. What I was staring at were two perfect hooters that weren’t too small, not too big, but just right.
“How did you know my name?” I asked.
“I’m in HR, Lucas. My job in human resources is to get to know everyone here at Scribbler’s Publishing. But in addition, I saw you at lunch yesterday. All the women here seem to know you.”
“Why is that?”
“I won’t get into that, but apparently you’ve gotten to know most of them.”
“Look, Deliah, I need Ted William’s home phone number, not sarcastic remarks from you.” A few minutes later, I was on the phone talking to Ted about the missing photos.
At lunch two days later, I met Deliah again. She was having soup and salad. I sat next to her with a burger and fries. Our conversation began by talking about healthy food. Apparently, she didn’t approve of my choices.
“What do you know about the rules here for colleague dating?” I asked.
“It’s strange that you asked, Lucas. Based on your record with the female staff, they’re pretty loose.”
“It’s just gossip, Deliah. You can’t believe everything you hear.”
“Right, I get it, and the world is flat, but gossip is more fun.”
“Look, could we continue this conversation after work over a few drinks at Stale’s?
“Where’s that?
“Walking distance from here on the corner of 5th and Broad.”
“Maybe. I need to find out if my daughter has a ride home from school.”
We met for drinks after work. She must have stopped at the ladies’ room to freshen up because Deliah looked gorgeous, even prettier and sexier than at the office.
After our second Scotch and some trivial conversation, Deliah was open and honest about her past.
She told me she had a seventeen-year-old daughter and was divorced. I said she was young to have a teenage daughter.
Slightly embarrassed, Delliah said, “I was knocked up my freshman year in college. Gosh, I was barely eighteen.” She went on to say that she and her boyfriend, Forrest, got a quickie marriage before their daughter was born. Deliah said she didn’t love Forrest in the Hollywood way but married him anyway. “Hey, he was the handsome quarterback, and I was the Homecoming Queen in high school, a match made in heaven. Best of all, he was sexy and a great lover.”
I had to ask. “A great lover? What made him a great lover?”
“First of all, it wasn’t just about him and his needs. He paid attention to me and my body, making me feel wanted and loved. He took time to kiss and touch in a way that a woman enjoys and needs. He also had a nice, how can I say it, a nice hard dick. I miss that in him.”
“So, you miss sex?”
“Doesn’t every woman my age miss sex if she isn’t getting it?”
“What age is that?”
“I’ll be thirty-five next month.”
“Happy birthday!” and I gave her an air kiss.
“Thanks. Can you do that for real?” she asked.
I reached over and gave her a deep French kiss.
“Oooh, I liked that,” she said.
“There’s more from where that came from,” I replied with a seductive smirk.
“I guess the ladies at work weren’t just gossiping.”
I smiled and asked her to dinner on Saturday night. She smiled back and gave me her address.”
“Six thirty, okay?” I asked.
“Fine.”
I figured I would get laid Saturday night, so we went to a restaurant close to my apartment. I just needed to get the conversation started in the right direction.
I picked her up a few minutes late. She introduced me to her teenage daughter, Brittney, who looked stunning like her mom.
We were seated after a short wait and started with drinks and shrimp cocktails. I told her how beautiful she looked and said she ought to be in pictures. It was corny, but she responded with a sultry smile.
“Well, Lucas, my ex liked to take pictures of me.” Deliah took out her cell phone, showing me a few of them. They were great images, including several showing a profusion of cleavage.
“Fantastic!” I blundered.
“I have more online if you want to see them.”
“Sure.”
Deliah gave me a napkin where she wrote the name of a website. “You will need to search for ‘Toy Girl.’ That’s what Forrest called me. There are a few of Brittney as well.”
Most of our conversation during dinner was small talk, about work, where we grew up, and so on. She was from a little town in South Carolina, although she didn’t have a Dixie accent. Deliah said she lost it and other things in college.
“What are the other things?” I asked.
“Well, my high school friends and,” she hesitated as if looking for the right word, “and my innocence.”
“Your innocence?”
“Yes. I guess the big one was my virginity as a freshman.”
“Well, I don’t think you were alone with that,” I said.
“Probably not. Look, Lucas, this has been marvelous, and I hate to cut this evening short, but Britney is having some friends over for a video party. I need to be there to make sure they don’t smoke in the house and don’t raid the liquor cabinet.”
By nine, she was home chaperoning. I didn’t get laid like I planned. All I got was a light kiss on the cheek and a thank you.
At home, I fired up the Internet and looked at more pictures of Toy Girl. They were similar to those on her cell phone, except for several that appeared to be at a nude beach. Although she was naked in them, Deliah faced away from the camera, displaying a fabulous ass. There were a few of Britney lying naked face down on a bed. She was a mirror image of her mom.
At work the following week, I only saw Deliah at lunch. She was with a group of women and guys weren’t welcome. We said “Hi” when passing in the hallway, but she showed no inclination to socialize or hook up. Without getting encouragement from Deliah, I found Gloria, who was flirtatious and eager to date. In fact, she was more than that. Gloria loved to fuck.
Gloria and I went to a rock concert in the city, followed by a couple of drinks at a local bar, then fucked until morning at my place. She wasn’t a beauty like Deliah, but she had great tits and a super wet pussy. Gloria loved touching and squeezing my “play-things,” as she called my dick and balls. It was though they were a Nerf ball. After licking and stroking, she sucked until finally taking me down her throat. She didn’t mind swallowing. She said a blowjob and a man’s semen were like having cake and eating it too. I liked providing it.
I took Bert’s secretary, Tammy, in the marketing department, to dinner and bed over the weekend. She was the best cock licker and sucker I had ever had. It was kinky but her hobby was making molds of cocks. Tammy showed me her collection of a half dozen that she made in the past year. I was next.
To begin, I had to be hard. She helped me with that. Next, she took out a Cloning-A-Willy kit, mixed the gel, and that’s when I put my willy in the molding tube for about a minute. After I pulled out, she poured silicone in the mold. The life-size copy wouldn’t be ready until morning. She said, “The great thing, Lucas, is that it feels like the real thing!” I didn’t wait.
I had another date with Gloria a week after my molding experience with Tammy. We skipped looking for outside entertainment and found our own in bed. Gloria told me she would have invited me to her apartment if it wasn’t for her husband, Tim, who probably wouldn’t approve of our arrangement. However, he wasn’t bashful when it came to sex. Gloria said Tim was a salesman on the road a lot. He had several road girls to keep him company. It was just that Gloria needed the same excitement with someone or something different than her husband.
On this, our second night together, I held my cell phone while taking a video of me fucking her in reverse cowgirl. It was an ideal position to photograph my glistening cock as it slid in and out of Gloria’s juicy cunt. Just as I was about to give her a massive creampie, a text rang. My God, it was from Toy Girl. She wanted to meet at Stale’s after work the next day.
Well, that delayed my eruption, which wasn’t all that bad because Gloria switched positions, riding me frontal cowgirl. I loved watching her boobs bounce while she rode me like on a trampoline. I didn’t last long watching her ample tits swaying and bouncing. She could feel me starting to cum, rolled off of me, and drank the entire load. I think I got that on the video too!
Deliah was waiting for me when I finally got to the restaurant the next day. “I thought you weren’t coming,” she said as I sat down.
“Sorry. I was delayed. As I was leaving, Jess from editing called and needed help on a story edit.”
“Did you get it fixed.”
“Yep, no problem.”
“Speaking of getting something fixed, my daughter, Brittney needs help.”
“Is she pregnant?” I asked with a sly grin.
Deliah laughed and said, “Goodness no!”
“So, what needs fixing?”
“Well, it’s an issue at school.”
“Boyfriend problems?” I asked.
“No, teacher problems.”
“I got a call from Mr. Dellmore, Brittney’s language arts teacher. He wants a conference with me on Friday.”
“And?” I asked.
“It seems that he has an issue with Brittney’s story. He says it is inappropriate.”
“Okay. What does that mean?”
“He said it was pornography.”
“So, you want me to read it and give you a second opinion?”
“Sure, but I’d like you to go with me at the conference.”
“Why me?”
“First, you are a literary man. You read and edit lots of stories, making certain they are within the company’s guidelines. Even more important is that during my last conference with Mr. Dellmore, he hit on me. I am really uncomfortable around him.”
“So, you want my opinion and to become your guardian angel.”
“I wouldn’t put it that way, but you’ve got the general idea.”
“What time on Friday?”
“Four thirty, so we need to leave work a little early. You should read it first.”
“Okay,” and she slid four sheets with Brittney’s story across the desk.”
“What was the assignment, Deliah?”
“The class was to write a modern version of a Greek myth.”
“In other words, a Greek myth taking place today.”
“Yes. Dellmore said he wants to make mythology more relevant to his students.”
“I see. I’ll get back to you tomorrow after I’ve read it and let you know if I can help.”
“Thanks, Lucas.”
After dinner that night, I mixed myself a martini and sat down to read Brittney’s story. I wasn’t surprised to see she had written about Aphrodite and Adonis. Brittney had done the necessary research and portrayed Adonis as the adopted son of the wealthy widow, Mrs. Persephone.
From the start, Brittney made Aphrodite a slutty cheerleader who was “promiscuous,” as she wrote, getting laid by every boy that she dated. Adonis was the star quarterback on the high school football team with whom every girl “yearned.” He had taken up with many lovers, that is, hooked up with every girl on the cheerleader team as well as several girls in the drama club. Aphrodite was one of them. Brittney finished the story with Adonis being tragically killed on a hunting trip, although it was rumored that he was “accidentally” shot by the husband of the woman with whom Adonis had been having an affair.
I found the opportunity to meet Brittney’s teacher too compelling to pass up. So, on Friday at four thirty, Deliah and I were seated in front of Mr. Dellmore, a bearded man in his late forties. She introduced me as a colleague who was the chief editor at Scribbler’s Publishing.
I could tell that Dellmore was uncomfortable with me at the conference, and he soon became compliant. No doubt Mr. Dellmore had anticipated resolving the issue in bed with Deliah. I couldn’t blame him. I had the same idea.
Dellmore explained that he was publishing his students’ work, and although Brittney was a talented writer, he could not publish her lascivious story.
I pointed out the fact that sex was a natural part of life in ancient Greece, and if that fact is disguised in the classroom, then the historical reverence would be lost. He agreed, but said this is a public high school in a conservative community. “But Mr. Dellmore,” I argued, “ what is more relevant to a teenager than sex?”
“I’m sorry. Giving her a B-minus is the best I can do.”
We left the school agreeing that Brittney’s story was secondary to Dellmore’s real objective.
As I drove Deliah back to her car, she said, “Lucas, I want to buy you dinner. You were so cool in there and made some good points. In fact, I want to tell you some secrets of my own that I’ve kept hidden. Do you mind?”
“What? Are you asking if I mind you buying dinner or telling secrets?”
“Both.”
So, she took me to Cuisine and Potions, a restaurant I hadn’t tried before. I was glad to try a new place, especially since they were famous for Southern fried chicken. The highlight wasn’t the food. Being with Deliah gave me a hard-on just imagining spending the night with her. I don’t remember what she ordered, but I sure remembered the conversation.
We talked about work as we waited for our orders, then I asked, “Is it time to hear your secret?”
“Yes, Lucas, but I hope you can keep a secret and will not be judgmental.”
“I’m good on both.”
“Ok. Do you know about Maithuna?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“It’s a sacred act among the five Tantra rituals used to get in touch with your inner self.”
“You mean a cult?”
“Not exactly, but you could call it that. It is more like a pagan ritual.”
“What are the five rituals?”
“Purification, Meditation, Pranayama, Visualization, and Energy Activation.”
“I get the first two and maybe the last two, but I’m not sure about Pranayama.”
“That’s about breathing control.”
“I see, but why the secret?”
“Because Tantra offers more meaning, more pleasure, deeper connections, and perhaps even something more spiritual in our intimate lives.”
“In other words, it’s about having good sex.”
“Absolutely!” she said with astonishing enthusiasm. “Maybe I can show you sometime.”
“How about tonight?”
“Let me find out about Brittney’s plans first.”
She rang Brittney on her cell phone. “Okay, Dear,” she was saying, “but don’t be out too late.”
“She has a date, Lucas. Why don’t you come to my place and have a drink? Then we’ll talk more about Tantra.”
“Sounds good.”
I arrived at Deliah’s house around eight, just as her daughter, Deliah, was leaving. I wished her a good evening. She said, “Thanks,” and hopped into her boyfriend’s car.
I brought a bottle of “purifying” wine that we shared as Deliah explained more about Tantra.
“After eight years of marriage, things got a little stale, and I was ready for a breath of fresh air,” Deliah began.” My girlfriend, Leah, knew exactly what I needed and invited me to a Tantra spa. That’s where I found that Tantra was exactly what I was looking for. After my rite of passage, a few months later, my marriage went downhill. But, my mood went in the opposite direction.”
“Let’s go to your sanctuary and practice what you preach, Deliah.”
In her bedroom, we meditated over what would be next, then the heavy breathing of pranayama; visualized our naked bodies, then activated the sexual act with energy. I was sold on how to transform the five rituals into a deeper connection.
After half an hour of receiving pleasure from a great deal of sexual energy and another glass of purifying wine, I told her I still had more energy left. She agreed and said that we should never abandon our unused energy. In fact, both of us seemed to have a limitless supply.
I was just about finished nailing Deliah in the Lotus position when a voice from the kitchen yelled, “I’m home, Mom.”
Deliah was on the edge and screamed out, “Don’t stop. I’m cumming, I’m cumming. Fuck me. Fuck me harder, harder.”
I pounded into her even harder and faster until I finally let go. The release was a creampie that rivaled Old Faithful.
“Mom, did you hear me? I’m in the kitchen getting a Coke. Do you want one?”
Deliah was still gasping for air and could barely say, “No, dear. We’re – in – the – bedroom.”
“I know. I heard you when I came in.
Was it my repeated groans or her mom’s orgasmic scream that she heard? I wondered. No doubt she heard both of us enjoying a simultaneous climax.
“Why don’t you ask her to join us for a threesome,” I said jokingly.
“Don’t think she wouldn’t like that, Lucas. She’s gotten to the age where she’s all curious about sex and wants to know what it’s like.”
“I’d be happy to show her, Deliah.”
“So, you like young girls.”
“I like girls and women of all ages.”
“Yes, I see that, and I’m sure they like your thick, hard cock.”
“You forgot to mention its length.”
She giggled and said, “Well, it’s long enough to do what a woman needs, but I’ve seen longer.”
Deliah was silent for a long minute, then said, “Maybe you would like to join me at a Panchamakara next week.”
“It sounds formal?”
“Only the maithuna is formal.”
“What’s that?”
“You have a lot to learn, Lucas. We just did maithuna. Come with me and find out more. You’ll need to come prepared, so control yourself before we go.”
Hopefully, our readers will join Lucas and Deliah in Part Two.
