I jumped after hearing a voice from the door of my office. I looked up and saw Kate standing there in one of her trademark distraction outfits. “I didn’t see you there. I thought everyone had gone home,” I said.
“They have. You’re here on your own. I just wondered if you are busy tonight?”
“I have no plans. I’m just working,” I smiled, pushing the keyboard away. The welcome sight of Kate dissuaded me from continuing with the email I’d been writing for a while.
“Great, how about some food, then back to yours? That’s if you want to?”
“Sounds perfect to me. Are you okay with going out for food? We might be spotted,” I asked, wondering if she was actually happy with it.
“I’m not bothered, are you?”
“Not at all, but some like to gossip.”
“Fuck ’em,” she laughed. “But I’m only fucking you.”
We drove separately to a nearby pub and had some food. We didn’t spot anyone we knew, but that doesn’t mean we weren’t seen. Not that it’s a problem, as we are both single, but I can’t be bothered with gossip and whispers around the office.
“Number 10 tonight,” she said as we sat back after our meal.
“Really?” I smiled at her.
She nodded. “MJ mentioned the spice-it-up rule to me.”
“Okay, but it’s not something we need to stick to. It’s just something MJ came up with. You know what she’s like, so we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“I know, but how about something I’ve had not done to me before?”
“Like what?” I asked, wondering what she was planning.
“Well, I’ve been thinking, how about you dump your cum over my face,” she said quietly. “I’ve never had that done to me before.”
“I’m sure I can do that,” I said, adjusting my already stiffening cock as I thought about spraying my load over her pretty face.
“Great,” she smiled. “Let’s do that tonight.”
We went home to mine and were in bed once our dinner had been digested. We fucked for a while, and Kate rode me while still wearing her black heels, just as she knew I liked. I was getting close, and she realised it was almost time, so she scooted off the bed and sat on her feet on the floor.
I stood in front of her, stroking my cock, “face and tits?” I asked.
“Yes, cover me. Then when you see me in the office, you can think back to tonight and what I looked like dripping in your cum,” she giggled, lifting her boobs as I stroked myself quickly in front of her face.
“Fuck, here it comes,” I groaned as I crossed over the boundary and shot out my first load, hitting her across her cheek and up over her eye.
Kate cried a muffled cry as it hit her, and then a second volley hit her nose and forehead, some landing in her hair. She squinted at me as more streams shot out of my cock, landing on her face, across her nose and over her mouth. The last spurts were less powerful, landing on her chin and her boobs. I squeezed out the last few drips and swiped the end of my cock on her tits.
“Holy shit,” she said, letting go of her boobs and cautiously opening her eyes. “Wow, so much of it,” she giggled. I could see it start to run down her cheeks and drip onto her boobs. I stood and looked at her, taking in the sight. “Taking a mental note of this?” she giggled.
“Damn right,” I laughed, waving my now shrinking cock in her face. She took hold of me and sucked on me a little, getting the last of the cum out of me.
“I need to clean up before I drip everywhere,” she giggled, getting up off the floor and heading to the bathroom. I lay on the bed and waited for her to come back, casting my mind back to her cum covered face. She returned and lay on the bed next to me.
“So, how was that?” I asked.
“Awesome, seeing the end of your cock open up and anticipating when your cum was going to fly was awesome. Feeling the warm spurts hitting my face and sticking to me was cool.”
“We can do that again sometime if you want.”
“I’d like that,” she said, moving closer and hugging me tightly. We lay there for a while; I gently stroked her hair and the parts of her upper body I could reach. I wondered if she had fallen asleep. There was no sign of movement from her, just her soft breathing. It was nice and very peaceful, and I loved our close contact. “Do you like me?” she suddenly asked.
“Of course I do. What makes you say that?”
“Well, we’ve had some great sex every time I’ve been here, but apart from a peck on the cheek, we’ve never actually kissed.”
She was correct. I had intentionally avoided kissing her, as I wasn’t sure if that was what she wanted. In hindsight, I should have asked her. “Kate, I’d love to kiss you, but I just wasn’t sure if that was what you wanted. You came over for sex, and that is what we have been doing. I didn’t think you wanted something more… intimate, and I didn’t want to push anything on you.”
She turned her head and looked up at me, then moved closer, our faces inches apart. She leaned in and kissed me, her soft lips on mine for the first time. Before long, our mouths were locked together, her tongue exploring mine, my hands now roaming over her boobs, her hard nipples pressing into my hand. I started to feel my cock get hard again, so I rolled her over onto her back, her legs naturally parting as I lay between them, my cock touching her inner thighs.
She broke the kiss and looked up at me. “Kiss me, make love to me, nice and gentle,” she said. I felt her pussy on the head of my cock and pushed into her warm wet hole again, kissing her softly as I moved slowly in and out of her. “Yes, just like that. I love it when you fuck me hard with your big cock, but now I want it slow, make it last, make me cum again and again with your cock,” she moaned, pulling my face to hers, and we kissed again.
I’ve no idea how long we spent kissing and having some slow, highly charged sex. I was on top for a while. We switched to her slowly riding me, my hands on her body, lightly touching and caressing her as she rode me. It was wonderful. Now and then, she would stop and tense up as she came, her pussy sounding and feeling visibly wetter each time.
I was getting close, and she sensed it. She leaned forwards, pushing her boobs into my chest and kissed me hard, then slid down my body, kissing her way down me, then finally taking my cock into her mouth.
She kissed and sucked lightly on my cock, taking her time, taking me to the edge a few times before backing off and restarting again. Ultimately, it was too much for me, “It’s coming, Kate, I can’t stop it.”
She moved lower and held my cock upright and against her face, kissing and lightly licking the base of my cock. I came, the first spurt shooting out into the air and landing back down on her cheeks and lips; a broad smile spread across her face as the second volley erupted; this was more powerful and landed on her forehead and hair. She started to giggle as each load landed on her face and over her nose; the last efforts dribbled out of me and down my cock to her tongue.
“Holy shit,” I said, trying to catch my breath.
She let go of me and sat up, running her fingers over her face catching my cum and licking it off her fingers. “I quite like the taste of your cum,” she giggled, trying to get every drop she could feel on her face.
“I can tell,” I laughed.
We lay on the bed for a while, and then she dressed. I watched her pull on her underwear and dress. She looked at herself in the mirror, “It’s a good job. I’m going home. I think you have ruined my makeup,” she chuckled.
We went downstairs, hugged, and kissed again in the hallway, “thanks for coming over,” I said.
“Thanks for the great sex again,” she sighed, holding me tightly. I was tempted to ask her to stay the night. I’m sure she would have said yes, but that would be changing our relationship. We were just fuck buddies and fuck buddies are just that, sex, and that’s all, no sleeping over, no romance, no strings, just some good sex. I heard my phone buzzing on the table. “That’s probably MJ with another hot date for you,” she chuckled. “See you tomorrow, maybe?”
I walked her to her car, kissing her again through her open window. “Bye, Kate. Thanks for coming over.” She smiled and drove off, waving an arm out the window.
I checked my phone. It was MJ, with a simple message. “Tina, Saturday night?” I grinned to myself. I thought she was having second thoughts and had decided to stop. I replied with a thumbs-up.
The rest of the week was pretty quiet. MJ managed everything and kept me fresh, so by the time Tina arrived on Saturday evening, I was more than ready for her.
Tina made quite an entrance on Saturday with a short, low-cut dress, her big cleavage on display, and a nice pair of high heels. “Wow, Tina, you look great,” I said, pulling her to me. We kissed in the hallway, and her hands were all over me. “I was beginning to think you had a change of heart, but I’m glad you are here again.”
“I very nearly wasn’t here again. I did feel very guilty after my last visit. I had mixed emotions and guilt for days, but after trying and failing to initiate sex with my husband on a few occasions, I knew I had to come back; it was just timing. As I mentioned, I don’t go out often, so my time away from him is limited. Otherwise, he might start asking questions.”
I held her close to me, my cock growing and pressing against her, “Let’s not waste any time, I want you now,” I said. “I want to fuck you, then I’m going to explore your body.”
She moaned softly and followed me upstairs; by the time I got to the bedroom, I’d removed my top, and my shorts were around my ankles. I turned to her and guided her onto the bed, still fully dressed. Reaching under her dress, I could feel her damp silky panties on my fingers, “I’m horny. I’ve been on heat for the last few days,” she moaned.
“I’m going to take you now,” I said, pulling her panties off her and lifting up her dress up her body a little, giving me access to her pussy.
“Yes, do it now. I want this. I want this so bad,” she moaned, looking at my hard cock now bobbing between her legs, “take me, take my body, do it, do what you want to me, just make me cum,” she moaned.
I moved on top of her, and she grabbed my cock, guiding me straight to her wet hole. I felt the heat of her pussy as we made contact; she was hot, damp and ready as I pushed against her, the head sliding into her. “I’m going to fuck you, Tina. Is that what you want from me tonight?”
“Yes, I want you to fuck me, fuck me hard. I’m already a slut of a wife, so do it again, fuck me, push your cock deep into me, let me feel your wonderful hard cock deep inside me.”
I drove forwards, feeling her pussy open and allow me entry. She was wet but still very tight, my cock opening her up as I forced myself deeper into her pussy. She cried out loudly as her body resisted my deep entry, my cock forcing her pussy to open wider than usual. I hit the back of her pussy, and she growled loudly.
“Fuck you’ve got a tight cunt, Tina. I can feel you grabbing my cock. You’re so hot and wet. I’m going to enjoy fucking your slutty cunt tonight!” For a moment, I forgot who I was with. I was using the language that I use with Priti, as I know it turns her on even more. I wasn’t sure how Tina would react.
Tina looked up at me, her eyes glazed over and rolled into the back of her head as she came on my cock. “Yes, fuck me, fuck me,” she moaned, lifting herself to meet my cock, “That’s a naughty word. I don’t use that word, it usually makes me cringe when I hear it, but tonight it seems appropriate, so fuck me, fuck my cunt,” she ordered.
“I am, babe,” I said, hammering myself into her, relieved that I hadn’t offended her. “You look so sexy tonight in your dress and heels; as soon as I saw you, my cock started to grow. I knew it wouldn’t be long until I was balls deep in your sexy wonderful cunt.” I felt her shudder again as I continued to hammer into her wet pussy, and then I abruptly pulled out and knelt in front of her, looking down at her body, her chest rising as her body gasped for more air. “Now I’m going to strip you and pleasure you,” I said, pulling her up and working the dress up and over her body. Her black bra didn’t last long. I soon unsnapped it and threw it across the room. She only wore her black heels, but I kept those on for now.
I leaned over her and entered her pussy again, her legs wrapping around me, pulling and holding me tight against her. We kissed, and then I moved around her head, kissing her cheeks and around her neck and shoulders, then down her arms. I moved lower, sliding my cock out of her as I kissed her tits and nipples, then kissed my way down her stomach, then quickly latched onto her pussy, driving my tongue into her, then up over her clit.
“Oh fuck,” she cried, her hand on the back of my head pushing me against her wet hole. I kissed and tongued her pussy and clit, then worked two fingers deep into her and stroked the front wall, feeling her hard g-spot expand and her body stiffen as she came hard. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she chanted, her breathing becoming irregular as I worked on her pussy for a while. I moved lower down her legs, leaving her pussy alone for a moment, allowing her to recover slightly, but I would be back there soon.
I moved down her legs to her feet, pulling off the heavy shoes and dropping them loudly onto the wooden floor, “Such pretty feet you have babe,” I said, kissing each one and sucking on her cute painted toes. Tina didn’t respond; she was still trying to catch her breath as I worked on her feet, kissing and rubbing them before slowly moving up her body. I saw her looking down at me, my hand sliding up her legs; at the last second, I diverted one hand towards her pussy and slid two fingers back into her and stroked the front wall again.
“Holy shit, not again,” she cried as I felt her stiffen, her g-spot hardening again under my fingers. Her eyes closed, and I locked my mouth directly on her clit, flicking it hard in every direction. I felt her pussy spasm on my fingers, grabbing me tightly as she came again. I sat up and moved my cock quickly to her pussy, which was still holding onto my fingers. I pulled them out and pushed my cock back into her, feeling her extra tightness around my cock.
“Fuck Tina, your cunt is so tight; squeeze my cock, squeeze it as I fuck you.”
Tina was moaning something, but it was incoherent and just a jumble of noises as I fucked her slowly, feeling her tight pussy slowly relax. I lifted her legs and bent her almost in half, tilting her pelvis upwards and pushing her knees into her boobs, allowing me deep access into her.
“Oh fuck, so deep, so big, so deep, fuck me, fuck my cunt,” she moaned, her hands held onto my arms tightly as I fucked her hard, pushing everything I had into her.
“Fuck Tina, I wish you were on the pill. I wish I could blow my load deep into your slutty hot cunt. I love how hard you come. I’d love to feel you coming over my cock as I came deep inside you.”
Tina groaned loudly, her eyes opening and staring up at me. They grew large, and she lost focus as she came again, dropping her legs, and pulling me on top of her. “I came then thinking about you cumming deep inside me, sending your sperm into my fertile cunt.”
I had to pull out quickly, and I sat up, jerking my cock over her, sending streams of cum shooting up over her body, landing on her stomach and tits. “Your cunt almost got filled then,” I said, stroking myself quickly as my cum sprayed over her.
“That’s a lot of cum,” she moaned, “imagine if you had dumped that inside me, I would surely be pregnant.”
Tina went to clean herself up before it all ran over the bed. She walked back into the room, and then lay beside me. “Is it like this with the other women?” she asked. “Do they all cum like that?”
“Sometimes. It depends on how long it’s been and how many times they’ve been with me. It’s only your second, so it’s all new and exciting to you at the moment.”
“I guess so,” she sighed. “Though I doubt it will ever be boring. You are so sexually adventurous, so powerful. You know what drives me wild and know which buttons to press and when to press them. Everything about you screams sex, strong, powerful sex.”
“I’m just good at what I do,” I joked. In my mind, I wasn’t anything special, sure I had an above-average-sized cock, but I just did what I thought they would want. It seemed to work.
“I’m worn out. Can I just lay here for a while, and then I’ll leave?”
“Sure, babe, I’ll wake you in a few hours if you fall asleep,” I joked.
“No, no, I need to get home. I can’t stay much longer,” she said, sitting up quickly.
“It’s fine, babe. Just lay here for a while. I’ll not let you fall asleep.”
We lay there for a while. I was thinking about work issues, and Tina was undoubtedly thinking about what she had just experienced. “I’m happy that I decided to come back again,” she said softly. I still feel bad about cheating on my husband, but perhaps if he’d paid some attention to me, then I wouldn’t have thought about straying.”
“You are welcome anytime. I’d love to do this again with you. It can’t have been an easy decision to make, but I’m glad you are here. If you do decide to stop, then I understand, and we will still have the memories of some great sex.”
She looked up at me, “I’m not planning on stopping unless you want me to. It will be a while before I return, but I’m sure it’ll be worth the wait.”
We kissed for a few minutes, and then she got out of bed, “I need to get going,” she sighed. I watched her dress, then followed her downstairs. We kissed again, and I started to get aroused. I could have easily taken her into the lounge and given her another good fucking, but she was already late. The last thing I wanted was to get her into trouble and arouse some suspicions.
She kissed me goodnight, then leant down and kissed my cock through my shorts, “good night to you too,” she giggled. “See you again soon.”
I saw MJ on Monday, “Are you free Friday night?”
“At the moment, yes.”
“Great, Anna wanted to know.”
“Anna? Are we sure about this?” I asked, not sure myself. It would be nice to see her, but she has some heavy baggage that I would have to handle.
“Yes, it’ll be fine; just go slow. Talk to her, listen to her, be a sounding board.”
“Okay, Friday night.”
It was a quiet week, though busy at work. MJ invited herself over on Sunday. It had been a few weeks since her last visit, and she needed relief. But before then, I had a date with Anna. I was going to pick her up and take her to dinner, something she rarely does these days.
Friday night eventually came around, and I arrived at her house. I knocked on the door, and she opened it. A broad smile was on her face. “Come in,” she said.
“Hi Anna, it’s nice to see you again. Wow, you look great,” I said, looking at her tall, slim body in a knee-length summer dress.
“Thank you,” she said, sitting on the sofa and pushing her feet into some white strappy heels. “Thanks for agreeing to this. MJ has told me about your club, but I’m not looking for anything like that.”
“I know, it’s fine. We’re just two friends going for dinner, food, drinks, hopefully, some laughs, good company, and we’ll have a nice relaxing time.”
“Sounds great,” she smiled, standing up; she was now as tall as me.
“Wow, it’s been a while since I was face-to-face with another woman,” I laughed.
“Oh, sorry, should I change them?”
“No, not at all. It makes a change not to have to look down all the time.”
“Yeah, I know the feeling sometimes. Ready?” she asked.
“Sure, let’s go.”
We drove to the restaurant and had a lovely meal. She talked about her past, which she probably wanted to get off her chest. I listened and added to the conversation, but it was mainly her talking, which was good. We left just after 8 p.m. “So what now? We could go for a walk, it’s a nice evening, or we could go for drinks somewhere or catch a movie if you want,” I asked.
“A movie sounds nice; I’ve not been for years.”
“Great, let’s go.” We walked to the cinema, which wasn’t that far away. We managed to catch a film that was about to start and headed inside. It was quiet, with only a handful of people sitting around the cinema, so I assumed the film had been out for some time and viewing numbers were low. It was some chick flick comedy thing, not my scene, but tonight was about her, so I sat through it, occasionally looking over at her; she’d look at me and smile back.
The film finished sooner than I expected; it was only on for 90 minutes or so, which, to be honest, was long enough. We walked out, and it was dark outside. “Home?” I asked.
She nodded, “Please.” We started walking back to my car, and I felt her put her arm through mine; some reassurance was required when walking out in the dark. I held her close and started discussing the film to distract her. Soon, we were back in my car and drove back to hers.
I parked in one of the last spaces a few doors down the street from her house. “I’ll walk you back,” I said.
“It’s okay,” she smiled, placing her hand on mine. I’ll be fine.”
“I insist,” I said.
She nodded, and we got out and walked down to her house. I stood at the door while she opened it, and she turned to face me, “Thanks for tonight, I enjoyed myself.”
“You’re welcome. Thanks for coming out with me. If you want to do this again, just let me know. You have my number; message me.”
“I will, though next time we might watch a film you’ll enjoy,” she chuckled, sensing that I hadn’t enjoyed it.
“I enjoyed being with you, Anna. That’s the main thing. You are a nice, kind, and fun person to be around. I look forward to doing this again sometime.”
“Me too,” she said, looking at me for a second. Then she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me, my arms instinctively wrapped around her.
“Thank you for being so understanding,” she said softly as we held each other.
“We’re friends, Anna; that’s what friends do for each other,” I said, feeling my cock twitch and start to grow. Not now, for fucks sake, I said to myself, trying to think of anything but the cute blonde now pressing herself against me.
She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and moved inside. I moved away from her before my cock scared her off, and she waved to me, “Thanks, goodnight,” she said, closing the door.
I drove home, my phone buzzing away in my pocket. I got home and read the messages, one from Anna thanking me again for tonight and how she was looking forward to doing it again. I replied, saying I enjoyed myself as well, and repeated that she just had to message me when she wanted to do it again.
Two messages were from MJ. Anna had already phoned her telling her about tonight. She thanked me for doing it and said that she owed me one. Then another came through about Sunday; her ass was mine again if I wanted it. I did. She would have difficulty walking and sitting on Monday.
Anna messaged me again on Saturday, thanking me again and asking about next Friday. We arranged another “date”.
MJ arrived on Sunday afternoon. The weather was cooler, and she arrived in a long black coat. I saw heels and stockings on her legs as she walked in, closing the door behind her. She dropped her jacket and stood in full black underwear, stockings, and suspenders.
“Holy shit,” I said.
She walked over to me and, standing directly in front of me, “It’s mid-cycle for me, and I’m horny, so I need a good fucking this afternoon; I need your big cock in my mouth, in my pussy, and my ass.”
“That was exactly what I was going to suggest,” I said, grabbing hold of her body and pulling her closer to me. We kissed and made our way upstairs. I removed her panties and then stood at the bottom of the bed as she watched me undress. I stood stroking my cock, then crawled onto the bed and pushed my cock towards her face. “Get me nice and wet,” I said, sliding two fingers down to her pussy and between her already-soaked lips, feeling her wet hole open and waiting for me. “Then, when I’m ready, I’ll work my cock deep into your soaked pussy.”
MJ moaned and took me deep into her mouth, working my cock, coating it in saliva. “Fuck me,” she moaned. I couldn’t wait and moved down between her legs, holding them wide apart and sliding into her, my initial entry making her gasp as usual. No matter how many times we had fucked over the years, the initial entry was always the best feeling. “Yes, fuck me, use me, just make me cum.”
“I will babe, don’t you worry.” We fucked for a while in various positions, there was no time pressure, so I didn’t hold back when after a relatively short period, I felt the need to cum. I came in her mouth, MJ sucking and swallowing everything I gave her. I was going to get hard again pretty soon and fuck her again. She knew it.
We lay on the bed, her head on my chest for a moment, and then she sat up. “I need to take this off; it’s sexy but not particularly comfortable.” I got off the bed and guided her to stand before me.
“I’m going to strip you,” I said, peeling away the layers of clothes until she stood naked in front of me. “That was a nice treat to see you in those. Thank you, but you look just as sexy to me as you are now.”
“You always know what to say,” she smiled, hugging me tightly, her firm boobs pressing into my chest as we stood by the bed, holding each other tightly.
We went downstairs, both of us still naked and lying on the sofa watching some TV, her hand idly toying with my cock and balls. My hand on her ass and hips. After a while, the inevitable happened, and I started to get hard. “I think you should take me upstairs and fuck me deep in my ass,” she said while kissing my ear and neck.
“Is that what you want?” I asked.
“Well, I do owe you one for taking Anna out.”
“There’s no need to thank me for that. She’s a friend, so I’m doing it for her. I also enjoy her company, and she’s hot,” I chuckled.
“I still think we should go back upstairs; I need more of your cock in me.”
We went back up to the bedroom, and we started in a 69, her wet pussy above my face as she pushed me deep into her mouth, sucking and slurping on my cock. We then fucked for a while, then she grabbed the lube and passed it to me and got onto all fours.
“You sure?” I asked.
She nodded, “lube me up while you fuck me,” she said, pushing herself back against me. I eased a lubed finger into her warm, tight ass, MJ grunting and pushing against me as my finger entered her. “Yes,” she grunted. “Lube me up, get me ready for your big cock.”
I continued to fuck her wet pussy while adding a second and then easing a third finger into her tight ass. She pulled forwards, my cock and fingers leaving her holes. She took hold of me and aimed me at her ass. She was moaning softly as the head slid around and then centred on her gaping hole. She pushed back a couple of times, the head slipping away from her now slippery, tight hole. The third attempt was successful. I felt the head settle on her slightly gaping hole, so I pushed lightly and felt her opening up, feeling the tightness around the head as I eased into her. She hissed and groaned but continued to go back on me, taking more of my cock.
I felt some resistance, and she stopped moving. She let go of my cock, then moaned deeply and pushed harder against me, and I sank further into her ass. “Fuck, that’s tight,” I said, feeling her muscles restrict my entry. MJ was breathing hard, trying to take me deeper into her ass. Both of her hands were on the bed, grabbing the duvet so tightly that her knuckles were turning white. “You ok, babe?” I asked.
She nodded, taking some deep breaths, then pushed back towards me, taking me deep into her ass. “Fuck yes,” she groaned, her head and shoulders dropping to the bed as I penetrated her ass deeply. She held herself still for a moment and then started moving. Soon I was sliding the entire length in and out of her ass. “Fuck yes,” she moaned again. “Fuck my ass, it feels so good. We should have done this years ago,” she said.
“I tried, but you never let me.”
“Yeah, I guess I was a bit reluctant. You need to make up for lost time,” she chuckled. “Come on, fuck me, fuck my ass like you mean it.”
I started to move quicker in her, adding more lube to make it as pleasurable for her as I could. I fucked her ass for a while, slowing down and stopping now and then before starting again. To her credit, she didn’t complain, though I suspect she’d had more than enough now, but she told me not to stop. Eventually, probably to her relief, I came, my cock throbbing and pulsing as it delivered its load into her ass.
We both collapsed onto the bed, and MJ curled up in a ball beside me. I spooned behind her, holding her tightly as she recovered. “Are you okay, babe?” I asked.
She nodded, “That was some ass fucking there, I think you made up for lost time with that.”
“Yeah, sorry, your ass felt so good, I didn’t want to leave it, and you did ask me to keep going.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m not complaining. My ass is going to be reminding me about it for a day or so,” she chuckled.
She left not long after, though we had a long, hot kiss in the hallway before she left, something we hadn’t done in a long time.
The week was pretty quiet, with no visitors. I hadn’t heard about Priti. Maybe I had scared her off by playing with her ass last time. That would be a shame if it were the case as I liked being with her, and seeing her small hot sexy body bouncing on my cock was something I hoped to see again one day.
Friday night was date night with Anna, and I picked her up again, just as I had done the previous time. She didn’t disappoint in what she wore; a simple blouse and skirt combination kept me wondering what her body would look like naked. Would I ever see it? Would she ever want to do anything with me? I was going to let her go at her pace, not pushing her into anything she wasn’t comfortable with.
“You look great, Anna,” I said, complimenting her but not overcomplimenting her. I could have said she looked sexy and hot, which she did, but that might have been too far.
“Thanks, it’s just something I threw on. No, that’s a lie. I couldn’t decide what to wear. It’s my sixth change of outfit; the other five are still on my bed,” she laughed.
“You chose well, in the end,” I laughed.
She smiled and placed a hand on my shoulder as she balanced herself while pushing her shoes onto her feet. “MJ said you like to see women in heels. I hope these are okay,” she asked.
I laughed, “That’s typical of MJ. Yes, they are perfect and go well with your outfit.”
“You approve then,” she smiled.
“Of course,” I said. “MJ knows me well.” She stood before me, and I admired her outfit and body. She was hot, and there was something about her tonight. She just seemed more relaxed. Maybe she was nervous the last time we met, but those nerves are now under control. “Ready to go?” I asked.
She nodded, “Ready when you are.”
We drove to the pub where I had booked a table. It was out in the country, nice and quiet. Throughout the night, we talked about our week and anything that came to mind. At one point after the meal, she spoke about something that happened at work, and I was looking at her, reading her body language. “What?” she asked quizzically.
“I can see a difference in you this week, Anna. You seem more relaxed and confident,” I said.
“You mean I don’t stop talking,” she laughed. “But yes, I feel more confident. Being with you relaxes me.”
I smiled at her and took hold of her hand, “it’s nice to see,” I said, feeling her lightly grip my hand before I moved it away. I had planned a short walk down by the river, but the rain appeared to have ruined that idea, and she wasn’t dressed for a walk down a now wet and probably muddy path, even if the rain had stopped.
We left the pub and returned to the car, “So where now?” I asked.
She turned and placed her hand on mine. “We could go back to mine if you want to. We can sit and talk, watch some TV or something.”
“Sounds good to me. Are you happy to do that?”
She nodded, so we drove back to her place. This time, I managed to park outside her house and followed her in. “Excuse the mess. I didn’t get time to clean up; I was too busy choosing an outfit.”
“No worse than mine,” I laughed. “That’s what the weekends are for.”
I sat on the sofa, and she got us some drinks, turned on the TV, and sat at the other end of the sofa, kicking off her shoes and pulling her feet up next to her, her skirt riding up her legs a little. We settled on a film and started to watch it, but we continued talking over it; it was just in the background.
“I’m just going to put something warmer on. My feet and legs are cold,” she said.
“Okay,” I said, slightly saddened that she would probably cover up those incredible legs and thighs. She returned a minute later wearing black and white striped knee socks. Fuck, I said to myself, could she get any damn hotter?
She sat on the sofa again, giving me another flash of her thigh as she sat down and pulled up her feet again. We chatted, stopping at some points in the film when something interesting happened, then continued talking.
After a while, she stretched her legs and twisted to face me, her feet inches from my thighs as we relaxed on the sofa. We watched the film, and the conversation died down a little. I then realised I had my hand on her socked foot, stroking her lightly.
“Shit, sorry, Anna,” I said, quickly pulling my hand away. “It’s just a habit. MJ used to like me stroking her feet, though we don’t get much chance these days.”
She smiled at me. “It’s okay. I like it too,” she said, wriggling her toes. “You can carry on if you like. It was nice and relaxing, especially after wearing heels for a few hours.” I moved my hand back to her feet, relishing the feel of her feet in her sexy socks. She sighed contentedly. “Can you do the instep?” she asked. “It’s always a little tender after I wear heels.”
“Sure, but if they hurt so much afterwards, don’t wear them,” I said, secretly hoping she would ignore my advice.
“It’s not too bad, and I don’t wear them often. I only wore them tonight for your benefit,” she smiled.
I let the words sink in for a moment. She wore them for me. “I appreciate that, Anna. You looked wonderful tonight.”
“Thank you,” she smiled, stretching her other leg and lightly rubbing her foot on my thigh. I continued to massage her feet for a while, and then she got up to get us some more drinks, and I watched her sexy body slowly walk out of the room. She returned with the drinks and sat next to me, lifting her legs and feet onto the sofa, then leaned her head on my arm, trying to get comfy. My upper arm was probably not the most comfortable to lean against, so she lifted it and she rested her head on my chest, my arm naturally moving behind her on the back of the sofa.
“Comfy?” I asked.
“Yes, that’s much better, thanks. You can put your arm on me. I don’t bite,” she chuckled.
I lowered my arm onto her, my hand landing on her thigh. She didn’t seem to mind. I swore I heard her sigh softly as she snuggled into me more. We sat there for a while, watching TV, my hand occasionally moving over her thigh and lower back as I revelled in the slightest of touches, something I didn’t expect to be doing.
She yawned a couple of times, so I knew she was tired. Or was it a sign telling me I should go? “You sound tired,” I said.
“Yeah, busy week at work.”
“Perhaps I should go, then you can get some sleep?”
She looked up at me. “Stay a bit longer. I’m comfy,” she said. I wasn’t going to argue with that.
The film finished, and I realised she must have fallen asleep. I gently woke her, and she sat up, “Shit. Sorry, I must have dozed off.”
“I’ll get going, then you can get to bed,” I said.
She nodded and walked me to the door. “Thanks for tonight. I enjoyed it,” she said, moving closer and wrapping her arms around me, hugging me tightly. We hugged for a moment, then she looked up at me, got on her tiptoes, and kissed me lightly. She waited for my reaction, but I just looked at her, unsure what to do. “Kiss me,” she said softly.
I held her face and leaned down, and we kissed again for a few seconds, then she pressed herself against me. I felt my cock starting to harden.
“If we continue, I’m going to get hard. I’m kissing a beautiful woman, and my body will react naturally. I know you don’t want sex, but that won’t stop my cock from growing, just as it is now.
“I know, I can feel it,” she said, slowly moving away from me.
“Sorry, it’s just a natural reaction.” I willed myself to go down, and now that she had moved away, I managed to keep it under control.
“Beautiful?” she asked, looking at my crotch. “You said I was beautiful.”
I nodded, “You are Anna, you know it.”
“Compliments like that deserve another kiss,” she said, moving closer and pulling my head down to meet hers. We kissed again, my cock reacting as it usually does. I was now hard and uncomfortable in my shorts. She eventually moved away, “Sorry, I shouldn’t be teasing you like this,” she sighed.
“It’s okay. You do whatever you are happy doing. I’m not pressuring you into doing anything, despite what he thinks,” I laughed, readjusting myself into a comfier position. “I’ll go,” I said, hugging her again and opening the door. “I had a great night. If you want to do this again, message me.”
“Next Friday?” she asked.
“Ok.”
“I’ll cook you something, so there’s no need to go anywhere.”
“Are you sure? I don’t mind going out.”
“My cooking isn’t that bad,” she laughed.
“No, no. I didn’t mean that. I meant, would you want to cook on a Friday night? Or is it just easier to go out? If you are happy cooking, then that’s fine.”
“I’ll cook. It’s been a while since I made a meal for someone.”
“OK then, I’ll be here around seven on Friday.”
After another brief kiss, I left and drove home, thinking about her and her actions. I wanted to kiss her again, touch her and feel her tight, sexy body. I also wanted more. I wanted to see her and do things to her that she probably didn’t want me to do. Maybe I should let MJ know how I feel and tell her I probably shouldn’t go back.
I was in bed playing with my phone when a message from Anna appeared, thanking me again for the night and apologising for teasing me. I replied, saying I had a great night and no apology was needed.
A message from MJ appeared, “Anna had just asked how big you are. You certainly made an impression.”
“I know. I was willing it to go down, but she kept kissing me.”
“I know. She told me everything!”
I decided not to tell MJ my feelings towards Anna. I’d give it a few days and see how I feel.
I had no visitors this weekend, but MJ called me on Sunday to ask about her friend Louise. “Do you remember her?” she asked.
“Vaguely.”
“She used to be very big, but she’s lost so much weight recently, although she’s still quite large. But she’s keen if you are. She’s a friend on Facebook, so have a look and let me know. It’s no problem if you’re not interested, as I know she’s probably not your type.”
“OK, give me a second,” I said, looking at her friends on Facebook. “Louise Bradshaw?” I asked.
“Yes, that’s her.”
When I looked at her pictures, I saw that she was still quite big but had lost weight. “She’s married?” I asked, seeing pictures of her and her family.
“Yes, but you wouldn’t be the first time she’s played around. She had an affair with a guy from work, and then he moved on. She doesn’t get much at home either.”
“That sounds like a common problem. Bored, married wives looking for fun.”
“What do you think?” she asked.
In truth, she didn’t do anything for me, she was just a plain Jane. Someone I probably wouldn’t take a second glance at if we passed on the street. After being with MJ, Kate, Priti and Tina, she didn’t compare. Then there was Anna to think about. But I was feeling a little horny, so I agreed, “Okay then, set it up.”
“Great, she’s fun, maybe still a little overweight, but I’m sure the two of you will get along. I’ll let you know.”
Later that day, MJ messaged. “Tuesday night. Louise will be at yours for 7. Her husband is away and has no idea about how to track her, so there’s less hassle.”
I replied with a thumbs-up emoji.
I saw MJ on Tuesday. She popped into my office for a chat. “Are you ready for tonight?” she asked.
“I think so, not 100%, but we’ll see how it goes.”
MJ nodded, “She’s always up for some fun. She’s the leader of our group whenever we go out. Yes, I let someone tell me what we’re doing,” she chuckled. “She’ll no doubt tell you exactly what she wants.”
I nodded, “Sounds interesting.”
“So, Anna?” asked MJ, switching the conversation to her. “You’ve spent some time with her. How do you think she is?”
“She seemed more relaxed and confident on Friday than the week before. She started touching and kissing. It wasn’t me, so she must feel comfortable around me.”
“Yeah, she said so. I think she’s coming out of her shell. I assume you’d like to do more with her?”
“Yes, but that might be a problem. I want to do everything with her, but I know she doesn’t want to do anything. So that’s causing me some issues. I won’t do anything unless she asks, and then I’ll be cautious. I need her to be sure she wants to move on to the next stage, but it’s very hard for me to resist.”
“I’m sure you will resist. I’m sure she wants to go further with you. I’m not sure if it will be this week or not. She’s still being cautious.”
“Be it this week, next week or next month, I can wait. I still have a few other women to work out my sexual frustrations on,” I chuckled, wondering if she would want to move on to the next stage this week. Time will tell, I guess.
