The Shortest Day

This is another flash fiction type story in response to one of the “Bingo” prompts posted in the final instalment of Wicked Wednesday. Although I have not been as regular a participant as I would have liked in recent times I have enjoyed being part of this meme for the time it has been running. Click on the icon below and see who else is playing bingo

“Today is the shortest day of the year. That means it is only going to get warmer from now on!”

The principal’s voice carried across the courtyard to the shivering, fidgeting students.

“Which means I should see fewer of these random hoodies instead of your school jerseys.”

The assembled students grumbled as they stamped their feet in the cold westerly breeze

“Ok guys, you can head to class.” 

Young people straggled off to the building entrance. Relieved to be out of the biting wind but reluctant to be in class. Jennifer wrapped her jacket around her and made her way back to her office. Hugo, the principal fell into step beside her. 

“I don’t think they bought it.” She commented to her colleague.

“Probably not but they still have to lose the hoodies.” Hugo squared his shoulders. Jennifer stole a sideways glance at him. Even though he was slightly shorter than her he was solid and muscly, like a rugby league player. He radiated strength and confidence. Two things that spoke straight to Jen’s core. No. Lower than that. Her cunt. 

“Good luck with that then.” Jennifer turned into her office. Her work day yawned in front of her. Calls to parents, paperwork to sign, emails to respond to and then maybe a class or two. Within minutes she was immersed in her work. 

It seemed as if her day had passed in the blink of an eye when Jen put down the phone from the last call. She leaned back in her chair and rubbed her neck before opening her diary to make notes about the call she had just made. Another student to keep an eye on. 

The sound of her office door closing interrupted her. Startled she looked up to see Hugo standing in front of her. From her position it was easy for her to drop her eyes to the suggestive bulge in his perfectly ironed pants. Despite the chill in the air Jen suddenly felt very warm. 

“Hello,” Jen hoped desperately that the flush creeping up her neck wasn’t too obvious. “What can I do for you?”

There was a small pause. Hugo seemed to be sizing her up. 

“You work too hard,” His voice was characteristically calm. Jen felt as if her heart was going to beat out of her chest. Hugo moved around her desk and Jen stood up, unsure of what was on his mind. 

“All work and no play makes for a burnt out counsellor.” They were standing face to face, almost touching. Jen could smell the faint scent of his aftershave. She wondered if he could hear her heart beating. Things seemed to be moving in slow motion as his hand reached out to take hers. His eyes bored into hers as he turned her towards her desk and bent her over it. 

Without a whimper she complied resting her warm face against the firmness of the desk. She felt his strong, fingers lifting her skirt and pulling aside the crotch of her panties. 

“You are so wet you dirty girl,” 

Jen heard the sound of a zipper. Her breath caught in her throat. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She had imagined this very thing so many times. She felt the hard rod of his cock probing at her entrance as he pushed her legs apart before sliding his cock into her slick opening. He gave a grunt of pleasure. 

“You are such a good girl,” his hands held her hips firmly. “Do you want a good hard fucking?”

Jen gave a whimper of pleasure thankful for the desk holding her or her knees would have buckled.

Hugo withdrew his cock holding it at her entrance. She bucked her hips, trying to impale herself on his erection but he held her firmly,

“Do you want a good fucking?” He was insistent.

“Yes,” Jen managed to squeak.

He dipped his cock partway into her and withdrew again 

“I didn’t hear you,” his hands held her firmly, preventing her from backing against him like the dirty slut she wanted to be.

“Yes, YES!” Jen’s voice rang out, bouncing off the walls of her office. 

“Like this?” He pumped in to her, his belly making slapping sounds as it hit her arse. 

“YES, YES!” Jen almost screamed. 

“You are such a dirty slut,” His voice was hoarse with desire. He pumped her hard. She knew he was close, she didn’t care. All she wanted now was for him to fill her. She felt the first hot jet of his cum as his fingers clenched even tighter around her hips. His groan of pleasure filled her office.

A soft knock on the door startled Jen into wakefulness. Slightly confused from sleep she sat up and straightened her dress. 

“Come in.” 

The Office Manager opened the door, “How late are you staying today? I am just about to lock everything up.”

“How late is it?” Jen asked, alarmed that she had fallen asleep at her desk. 

“Only 4.30.” It seems so late because the sun is so low but today IS the shortest day. Rebecca, the Office Manager replied. 

Jen shuffled some papers around on her desk. Fragments of her dream were coming back into her mind and she felt a deep need to get out of here, somewhere she could organise her thoughts and do something about the deep ache in her cunt. 

“Just give me a few minutes and I will be out of here.”

As she made her way down the hallway she passed The Principal’s Office. 

“You work too hard,” he said as he looked up at her. 

“You always say that,” Jen replied desperately trying to keep her voice light.

“All work and no play makes for a dull counsellor,” Hugo’s voice followed her out to the carpark.

Wicked Wednesday

 

Every Damn Day in June

Friday Flashback – Afternoon Delights

Photo by Brooke Lark on Unsplash

I know that it isn’t Friday now but I promise I started working on this on Friday!.

Monica slipped the invitation out of the thick cream envelope. Her brow furrowed as she read the cryptic note.  

Your presence is desired at the home of Evelyn Palmer

To share in an afternoon of decadence

Dress; Semi formal daytime wear, heels essential, no trousers.

Her neighbour, Amanda, had mentioned Evelyn’s afternoon teas. She had insisted that they were an experience not to be missed but was reluctant to explain exactly why. Later that afternoon Monica showed Amanda the note. 

“I thought she liked you.” Amanda grinned, “This is going to be something that you will not forget.”

Amanda’s words rang in Monica’s ears as she stood in front of her closet deciding what to wear. 

“It needs to be something very feminine.” Amanda had advised. “Nothing too revealing though. Make sure you wear some noteworthy shoes though and maybe even some pearls if you have some.” 

The dress code puzzled her. Monica had tried to get more information from Amanda but she had been typically vague. Monica began to feel as if she was on the verge of being recruited to some cult like secret society. She expressed her hesitation to Amanda,

“You HAVE to go!” Amanda was scandalised that her friend was passing up the opportunity”I will never speak to you again if you don’t” 

Standing in front of the mirror Monica studied her reflection for flaws. She worried that her dress would not be quite right or that she was wearing too much makeup, or not enough. Glancing at the clock on her bedside table she realised it was time to leave, a surge of nerves rushed through her stomach,  

“Really!” she scolded herself in the mirror. “It is afternoon tea with a group of women. How bad could it be!” She picked up her purse and made her way down the stairs.

Trepidation filled Monica as she stepped into Evelyn’s garden. Six other women were seated at a perfectly decorated table. With the air of a perfectly composed hostess, Evelyn guided Monica to an empty chair and pulled it away from the table for her. Once she was seated Evelyn introduced Monica to the other guests who welcomed her warmly. The conversation began to flow and the newcomer to the other guests. Monica felt herself relax, just the tiniest bit. The other women were like her, a little keyed up but as they made their way through small talk they found some common ground and the conversation began to flow.

“Excuse me, how would you like your tea?” a male voice at her elbow startled Monica. She hadn’t thought that Evelyn would employ staff for something like this. She turned to respond but was she saw pushed all rational responses completely out of her mind, The young man standing beside her, patiently holding a tea pot was completely naked. There was a brief pause in the conversation and Monica felt a blush creeping up her neck. The hum of conversation resumed as if this was perfectly normal. Monica started to realise why Amanda had been so secretive. Following the lead of the other women she took a breath and composed herself.  

“Black with one sugar thanks,” she hoped her voice didn’t sound too odd as she tried to avoid looking at the penis which was just at her eye height. The young man gracefully filled her cup and added the sugar. His actions were perfectly natural as if he served women tea fully naked every day of his life. He moved on to the next guest filling each cup with the same grace. Trying to be subtle, Monica took in the lines of his body. He was athletic but not over muscled. Very pleasant to look at. As he made his way along the other side of the table Monica felt safe to take a look at his penis, It was “in between”. Not completely flaccid but with some shape. It seemed to have a life of it’s own as he moved between the guests. Something about watching him sent a deep warm shiver through her.  

“I love watching them,” Belinda, the woman seated next to her, interrupted Monica’s thoughts. “That is part of the fun, but you must never touch unless Evelyn invites you to.”

“OK,” Monica replied, “Thanks for the tip.” She leaned back in her chair and sipped her tea. The afternoon had taken on a surreal air. Monica was starting to feel as if she was Alice and had fallen down a rabbit hole.  

“Excuse me,” another male voice interrupted Monica’s reverie. She turned towards the voice. If the first server had been pleasant to look at this one was positively pornographic. His skin had a slight sheen to it and she noticed that his nipples were firm. Inside her bra Monica felt her own nipples hardening and a slight throb echoed between her legs. The young man held a tray of treats. With a slight quiver Monica indicated two cakes and the man neatly transferred them to her plate. 

“Thank you” she said quietly. He nodded his head and then made his way around the rest of the table. When each plate was full he set his tray on the side table and stood beside his friend with his hands behind his back. His cock was slightly firmer than his friend. As he stood there, completely exposed, being quietly observed by a group of women dressed to the nines, Monica could have sworn that his erection grew larger. 

The afternoon passed pleasantly, cups were emptied and replenished. More cakes were offered. No one in the group touched either of the young men but Monica began to feel a haze of lust intensifying. Gazes lingered, the ladies touched their own necklines as the servers passed. The air even seemed to have a hint of female musk. Just when Monica thought she could no longer contain the ache in her own cunt Evelyn drained the last of her tea from her cup and placed it upside down on her saucer. 

The two young men stepped forward and stood on either side of Evelyn’s chair. The conversation around the table frittered away to silence as every pair of eyes was turned towards the head of the table.  

“Monica’s shoes are the most exquisite things I have ever seen,” Evelyn commented to the group as if she were continuing the conversation. “Turn your chair out so that we can see them.” she smiled encouragingly at Monica. Embarrassed Monica turned her chair so that her legs were pulled out from under the table. 

“Eric just adores beautiful women’s shoes don’t you?” Evelyn looked up to the pornographic your man who had moved to stand beside Monica. There was a small sigh from the women around the table. “Show Monica how you feel about her shoes Eric.” Evelyn commanded. 

Monica’s heart almost beat out of her chest as Eric kneeled in front of her. Reverently he reached down and took her left foot in his hands. Monica held her breath as bent down and placed his lips on the toe of her shoe. Monica was transfixed 

“Don’t, move” Belinda whispered in her ear. 

Monica glanced at Belinda, her eyes glittered with desire as she watched Eric kissing every inch of Monica’s shoe. 

“Isn’t that the most beautiful thing?” Belinda’s voice was husky, “A man like that adoring you so perfectly.” 

Monica looked down. Eric’s fingers had slipped inside her shoe and were pressing against her instep as he kissed along the edge of her shoe. His lips brushed against the skin of her foot and a shudder went through her. Unconsciously Monica pressed her clenched fists against her pubis. 

Eric stopped kissing and rocked back on his heels. His cock was fully engorged and it stood out proudly in front of him. His hand remained, resting on her foot. Beside Monica, Belinda made a small sound of desire. At the head of the table Evelyn emained impassive.

“If he pleases you,” She spoke clearly and firmly. “You may borrow him for the afternoon. He is quite attentive and will tend to your every whim.” 

Monica felt heat colouring her cheeks. “I don’t know what to say,” she stammered.

“You don’t need to say anything,” Evelyn smiled warmly at her. “Just enjoy yourself. Eric won’t do anything you don’t ask him to do.” 

There was a collective sigh of desire as Eric held his hand out to Monica and helped her stand. Monica realised her panties were soaking but she didn’t care all that mattered was this man and the adventure ahead of her. As she gathered her handbag Belinda whispered to her,

”Welcome to the club, have a fantastic afternoon.” 

Every Damn Day in June

Magical Dreaming

Design is copyright of Missy Rose Fabrics

I recently discovered a delicious fabric supplier that is Australian based. I am currently working with the design pictured. When I read the Wicked Wednesday prompt “Magical Power” this weird idea popped into my head.

“If you could have anything in the world what would it be?” The smooth timbre of the creature’s voice broke through the magic of the clearing. 

Sally stirred, turning to feel the sun on her face as it filtered through the trees. The creature nuzzled her neck, making her wiggle against his sift velvet skin. Without thinking she lifted her hands to cup her naked breasts, lifting them upwards as her fingers explored the smooth skin and her fingers toyed idly with her erect nipples. 

“How could I want anything more than this?” Her voice sounded strange in her ears, kind of sleepy but deeper and huskier, and somehow more satisfied than she had been in a long time. 

The creature gave a satisfied rumble from deep in his body. “You are right, how could we want anything more than this?” He moved downwards stroking Sally’s breasts with the smooth skin of his forehead. Sally felt a stirring between her thighs. It was truly magical being here with him, everything about him was perfect. The creature continued his descent over her belly, leaving a silvery trail of desire as he caressed and teased. Sally’s knees fell apart in anticipation. The creature gave another rumble of desire.

“You are such a greedy girl,” he admonished her, all the while moving closer to the centre of her greed. 

“How can I not be greedy when I have something as delicious and perfect as you.” Sally responded, running her thumb over his forehead, smearing the clear fluid of his arousal over his skin before she lifted her digit to her mouth to taste him. She sighed in delight at the sensation on her tongue. The perfect blend of salt with a tiny bit of sweet. She could drink this nectar all day. 

“You know what they say, too much of a good thing is dangerous.” The creature admonished her, his voice slightly muffled as he began to nuzzle between her legs. 

“Never!” Sally’s statement ended in a sigh as he began to work his magic. Warm waves of pleasure travelled through her body and her back arched sending her breasts jutting high into the sunshine. A butterfly fluttered down from the trees and landed nearby watching, mesmerised by the beauty of the woman abandoning herself to the attentions of her creature. Birds twittered softly in the canopy, tittilating themselves with stories of other creatures that lived in this forest and the women who came to visit. 

The little clearing became alive with the sounds of Sally as the creature teased out her pleasure, stroking her folds and sucking gently on the swollen nub at the top of her slit. A stream of juice rewarded him and he drank greedily, pressing his face firmly against her. 

“Please,” her voice was strained with the urgency of her desire, “I need you, all of you.” 

As always the creature responded to her perfectly. His smooth skin slipped deeper downwards seeking out her opening. Sally held her legs wide. She gave a groan as he penetrated her. Diving deep inside her, like he had so many times. She never understood how he managed to be so perfect but he always was. No matter what he filled her exactly how she needed to be filled. She squeezed her thighs close around him, driving her deeper and he responded swelling just a little to fill her out. The sensation of stretching sent another jolt of pleasure through her body. The forest filled with her cries of pleasure. 

Around the clearing other forest creatures gathered, honouring the bond between the woman and her creature. In the trees the birds were silent, watching, committing every detail to memory to twitter to each other later. The movement of the creature became faster, more urgent. He was nearing his own peak. Sally’s fingers worked the swollen nub he had roused earlier. She was waiting for him, he was waiting for her. Together the reached the peak, filling the clearing with the sound of their release. 

As the sounds echoed away and the two of them lay, curled up in the nest of moss the creatures of the forest began to disperse, each inspired to seek their own clearings. In the trees the birds began quiet chattering, the beginning of a new story. 

Slowly Sally’s eyes opened, sun was streaming through the window of her room. Sheets were rumpled around her and her pillows nestled against her body. Between her legs the moisture of her desire remained. She smiled, remembering her dream. 

“Until we meet again my magical creature.” She whispered to the empty room. 

Wicked Wednesday
Every Damn Day in June

Table

For Boobday on Friday I posted an image of a table I had been restoring. As I was working on this project a germ of a story was planted.

“Look at this!” Shelli exclaimed as she pulled the drop sheet away from the table sitting in the back of the shed. Dust billowed into the air making Pete sneeze as he came to investigate her find. Even in the dim light of the dusty shed the table seemed to dominate. Pete ran his fingers over the wood admiring the solid construction. 

“You don’t see furniture like this anywhere these days.”  

The wood was dark with age and grime from years of use. Years of being part of the family that lived here before the farm was abandoned after a long drought. Like everything here, the table held stories of better days and dreams for a future that never eventuated. 

“This will look amazing in the dining room,” Shelli’s enthusiasm was infectious.

“I agree, let’s get it outside.” 

Together they lugged the surprisingly heavy table out into the sunlight. “Man I didn’t think it would be THAT heavy,” Shelli leaned against the furniture breathing heavily as Pete inspected their find more closely in the daylight.

Despite the dust and grime Pete could see that the timber was unusual.

“I wonder what it is made of,” he mused as he brushed away dust and scratched the surface with his fingernail. A layer of oil mixed with dirt filled his nail but he was unable to make an indent in the timber itself. Close inspection revealed evidence of saw marks indicating that the planks may have been hewn by hand. 

“It is definitely hardwood,” Shelli concurred. 

“I think it is home made.” Pete continued his inspection admiring the solid way the table was constructed. “Whoever made it wanted to make sure it lasted.” 

Over the next few weeks the table became one of the many projects Pete and Shelli tackled as they worked to bring order and life into their new home. They knew a little of the sad story. The farm was owned by an older lifelong farmer who had inherited the property from his own father. He had lost his wife to cancer and continued to live and work in the only place he had ever known until a tragic accident had taken his life. His adult children could not agree about how to continue running the farm or how to arrange finances. In the end a long drought had decreased the value so much that the family had been unable to sell and had simply walked away. They had stripped the house of anything of value and piled unwanted furniture into the shed. Everything else was left where it stood. Fencing wire and old machinery rusted in the paddock. 

As she scrubbed and sanded the table Shelli reflected on the history of the table. She imagined the original owner constructing the table specifically for the dining room of their newly built house. Her mind wandered to meals shared by the farmer and his wife after long hard days of work. Of stories told and games played with children who followed. Of Christmas dinners shared and birthdays celebrated. How this table saw the children grow up and perhaps even bring their own children to sit at the table to be part of family celebrations. Deep inside she wanted to honour the family by following this tradition. To make the table the centre of her own family and her and Pete’s dreams. 

Eventually the table was finished. The dining room was cleaned and painted. Pete and Shelli lugged it up the steps and through the door. Finally the table was back where it belonged. To mark the occasion Shelli cooked a roast dinner with meat from their own cattle. The first beast they grew. The whole evening was symbolic of a new beginning. New life being breathed into the buildings of the old farm. The air was filled with possibility. 

Pete sat at the head of the table. Perhaps the farmer who had died had sat in that very spot every evening. When the meal was finished Shelli cleared away their plates stacking them neatly to ferry them to the sink for washing. There was no money or spare electricity for dishwashers here. Pete’s hand slid up Shelli’s thigh as she leaned forward to remove the salt and pepper. 

“Someone is frisky tonight,” she smiled back at her husband. 

“How could I not be?” He responded with his own grin. “Fantastic meal, beautiful wife. Who is hot as fuck.” His fingers slid under the elastic of her panties. “And I believe she is as horny as me.”

Shelli leaned further forward to retrieve a teacup, “I swear I have no idea what you are talking about.” Her skirt lifted higher as Pete’s fingers dipped into her wet opening. 

“Really?” He asked as he moved his face close enough to inhale the scent of her.

“Absolutely! Unnff,” She collapsed on the table as his fingers stroked her opening. Her legs spread wider as he pushed his fingers deep inside her, finding the places he knew would make her weak at the knees. Groans of pleasure filled the dining room as she writhed in pleasure, completely at his mercy. Liquid trickled down his fingers sending a jolt straight to his cock. 

Without speaking he stood up from his chair and unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free throbbing with desire for his wife. With his tongue touching his lips Pete pulled aside Shelli’s sodden panties. There was a sound of stitches tearing but he didn’t care. All he cared about right now was burying himself deep inside her.

As his cock touched her she backed against him eagerly her desire matched his as he gripped her hips pumping hungrily. From the first thrust he knew he would not be able to last. She was so amazing, her arse was so full and round, slapping against his belly. He could feel the familiar pressure of his seed pressing against the base of his cock, clamouring to fill her. He held as long as he could but it was not long. With a loud groan he pumped his load into her. His strong fingers gripped her hips, she held herself against him eagerly welcoming his jizz. 

His body collapsed over hers, a slight sheen of sweat formed on his back as he revelled in the warmth of her body and the smell of their sex. After a few moments he started to worry about his weight on top of her and he stood up to free her. His cock slid out of her and a dribble of his cum formed on her leg. Shelli squeezed her legs together.

“I don’t want to lose any,” she whispered against the tablecloth.

Pete smiled fondly and caressed the line of her back making her shiver, “Why not?”

“I want to grow more than just cows.” She looked at him with a sly look on her face, “This table is too big for just two people.” 

Wicked Wednesday
mmmMondays

In the Dark

Photo by Krista Mangulsone on Unsplash

Sleep receded slowly as his body became aware of her sliding into the bed beside him. His cock stirred as she snuggled beside him, In the midnight darkness of his room their lips met, his hands caressed her soft curves, cupping her breast and tasing her nipples before sliding downwards to the space between her thighs. Her hand closed around his stiffening cock stroking gently. As his arousal grew his breathing became quicker. Fo so long he had waited for this. Many evenings they had flirted. Once or twice they had caressed and fondled but somehow she had never been in his bed. It was almost like the dream that he had been enjoying.

His fingers slid into her slit. She was slick and wet with arousal and her body arched towards him. Her legs fell open inviting his fingers deeper towards the centre of her arousal. He responded to her invitation, sliding deeper into her folds until he found her swollen nub. He circled the little node with wide gentle circles as she writhed and gasped against him. Her hand covered his pressing his fingers harder against her groin. The sound of her voice increased sending echoes of her pleasure down the darkened hallway to the ears of other people listening in other rooms. He slid his fingers inside her and was rewarded with a jet of warm liquid covering his hand and making a damp patch on the sheets beneath them.

He leaned down and kissed her, he could feel her smiling in the darkness. Pleased with herself at surprising him. She pushed herself upright and straddled his hips so that his cock was resting against her wet opening. She moved her hips so that his cock was rubbing against her clit causing her to shudder in pleasure. Warm juice spurted over his belly dribbling down onto the sheets. The sound of her pleasure filled the room. He reached up and cupped her breasts, delighting in their fullness as she pleasured herself against his cock. In the movement and the wetness his cock slipped inside her. She ground down onto him, pushing his cock deep into herself. A small sliver of dawn light pierced the darkness and he could see her watching him intently as she rocked her hips over his cock. Her cunt was so wet and so hungry that he knew he wouldn’t last long. 

Somehow it didn’t matter. She was intent on milking his climax from him. He allowed himself to ride the waves of pleasure she was giving him. He gripped her hips firmly moving her faster, in time with the rising tension in his body. The orgasm ripped through him making him cry out in pleasure. She held his cock inside her until the orgasm ebbed away and he was lying quietly, basking in the afterglow. Without a word she slipped out of his bed and padded quietly down the hallway taking the memory of his orgasm pleasure back to her waiting husband. 

Wicked Wednesday

Friday Flashback – Working Late

“Are you going home soon?” Rebecca’s head appeared at the top of the partition that separated their work spaces.

“Soon, soon,” Jo didn’t look up from her screen. “I just want to get this finished tonight so Grumpy Arse doesn’t get on my case in the morning.”

“You work too damned hard,” Rebecca admonished her friend. “Grumpy Arse doesn’t appreciate you enough.”

“I know, I know.” Jo waved her hand absently. “I promise I will come out for drinks with you guys tomorrow night.” She looked up from her screen for a few moments to smile warmly at her friend. 

Rebecca looked unconvinced. “If you say so then.” She turned and picked up her handbag. “Make sure you aren’t here too late.”

“I won’t.”

As the lift door pinged and Rebecca left the building a hush descended. A feeling of relief came over Jo. She actually liked working in an empty office with no ringing phones or colleague’s conversations to distract her. In no time she was absorbed completely in her work. 

The first thing that alerted her to his presence was his scent. Her body registered the aroma before her mind registered his presence. The familiar smell filled her nostrils and sent a warm jolt straight to her groin.

“You always work so hard Jo,” his voice whispered against her neck as his lips brushed her hairline. Gooseflesh rose along Joe’s arms and her nipples hardened against the lace of her bra. In front of her the cursor blinked, demanding the next word in the report she had been writing. She couldn’t think of a single thing except the feeling of his hands sliding over her shoulders to cup her breasts.

She exhaled as she leaned back and let her legs fall open.

“I missed those breasts,” his breath was hot in her ear as his fingers pinched her nipple. He straightened up and turned her chair around so that she sat with her face centimetres from the fabric of his trousers that was straining to contain his throbbing cock.

For a few seconds he considered unzipping himself and freeing his cock. He knew that if he did she wouldn’t hesitate to open those beautiful lips and slide them down around his aching member. He ached to feel this lips on his shaft and twist his hands into her hair, pushing himself deeper into her. He knew that once he started down that road there would be no turning back. Tonight he wanted something else.

“Which office belongs to Mr Grumpy Arse may I ask?” He looked at her quizzically. 

“That one,” Jo pointed to the office in the corner. “Why?”

Marcus took her and and led her towards the open door. “Because I am going to fuck you over his desk,” he announced casually. 

Jo stopped in her tracks, resisting his gentle tug in the direction of her supervisor’s office.

“I can’t do that!” Her heart was racing and she could feel heat rising in her cheeks. 

Marcus grinned, “And why not? He will never know.”

Jo continued to resist, “He will find out.” 

Marcus stepped close to her. His scent was intoxicating. 

“If he does he will just be very jealous that another man was enjoying this delicious neck,” he trailed kisses down the side of her neck. “And watching these gorgeous breasts bounce while you were having the life fucked out of you.” His hands cupped her breasts as he kissed her deeply. Without a word he turned and led her through the open door. 

Inside the office he pulled the door closed and guided her towards the desk. Without speaking he sat her on the desk and hitched her skirt up around her hips. She watched as he kneeled between her legs and hooked his fingers into the leg of her panties. For a moment he studied her perfect wet pinkness before he slid his tongue into her wet musky folds. He lapped at her wetness greedily as her protests turned into sighs of pleasure. When he slid two fingers into her greedy cunt her sighs turned into little whimpers that crescendoed into deep moans as he continued to pleasure her. Only when her moans peaked as her hips bucked against his face did he stop his ministrations. 

He stood up and looked at her sprawled across her detested supervisor’s desk drunk with pleasure and lust. Only then did he reach down and open his trousers to ease out his aching cock. His hand wrapped around his shaft, “You want this?” he asked.

“Yes, yes,” she didn’t hesitate.

He only paused long enough to rip open a condom wrapper before he plunged his cock into her hot hungry wetness.

“Joanne,” the familiar voice drifted through the open office door. Even though this morning he didn’t sound angry Jo still felt a stab of dread at the sound of his summons. 

“Yes Mr Newton,” she responded as brightly as she could.

“Would you come in here please?” This was a new thing. Normally he would return her work by email covered in highlighting and scathing comments. She hoped that he wasn’t about to berate her in person. 

Like a meerkat on watch Rebecca’s head popped over the partition to give her a quizzical look. Jo replied with a shrug as she stood and made her way to her supervisor’s office. Once inside the door Jo had a vibrant flashback to the previous night when Marcus had sat her on the desk in front of where Mr Newton now sat and knelt on the floor where Mr Newton’s chair now resided to lick her pussy. 

“I just wanted to tell you that the standard of the work you submitted this morning was excellent,” Mr Newton stood up to face Jo as she stood on the opposite side of his desk.

He was standing right were Marcus had stood as he slammed his cock into her while she sprawled across the jotter that she now found herself staring at. Her screams of pleasure rang in her ears as her boss continued to praise her. 

“Sit down,” Mr Newton settled back into his chair, the one Marcus had sat on last night before she impaled herself on his cock. “I think maybe it is time to talk about your future here,” 

Jo took a deep breath as she tried to clear the disturbing images of her debauchery from her mind. Her effort was wasted. As she turned to pull a chair up to the desk she saw, sitting there, right on the seat of the chair, was an opened condom wrapper!  

Lest We Forget

Tattoos can be so very sexy. The way they kind of wind around on your skin and tell stories of your life. The Second Mate’s intrigued me. His were very, very personal. The first one I noticed was the one on his arm. It only took a few moments to realise it was symbolic of his service. There was a dog tag, and a flag and some other symbolic things I didn’t understand. But I never asked him about it. 

I was drawn to him when I first saw him. He told me 

“I will be the big guy standing there.”

And he was. Everything about him was big. His height, his shoulders, his hands…

Everything about him was sexy. His eyes, the way his hands pinched my nipples and left finger bruises on my breast. The way he would lay me down and hold my legs open so he could watch me play a vibe over my clit. The way he told me to spend an entire day wearing no underwear so that he could put his fingers into me every time I bent down to put away a rope or adjust some sailing gear. 

Apart from the tattoo there were other marks of service. His hyper vigilance. Trained to see every tiny movement and notice every little thing. He was acutely aware of his environment but also the moods and interactions of the people around him. He noticed when your mood was down and asked how you were going. And when his fingers were inside you he noticed every movement of your face. From the first time he touched me he could play me better than any musician. 

There were other scars. Ones that were harder to watch. Physical pain from old injuries. Mental pain from the things he had seen and done. The army is not easy on its infantry. It chews them up and spits out their injured bodies and souls like seeds from a fruit. 

Every November 11 we remember the fallen and pray for their souls. This year I will be remembering those who came home and praying that they can heal their souls.  

Friday Flashback – Shittest Day Ever

Image by mohamed Hassan from Pixabay

Thursday was the shittest day. Emma couldn’t remember a shittier day. On the last day of the financial year the accounting server crashed. No one could roll over the books, accounts couldn’t be closed off and reconciliations were impossible. The Business Manager walked around the office stressed out of his mind and biting everyone’s head off. When things finally got running again at three pm he told the entire accounts department they were not allowed to leave until reporting was finished. 

Emma’s best friend was holding birthday drinks at their favourite bar. All of the gang was there, except Emma. Around four the texts started coming,

Are you coming out, it is going to be a great night!

You should get down here we are going to have a blinder!

And so on. Eventually Emma turned her phone off. Not being able to go join the drunken party was just making her day worse. Sometime around five thirty she couldn’t take it anymore. Numbers were mashing into each other on the screen in front of her. The Business Manager had ordered pizza and retreated to his office. As if pizza was going to make everything better. Emma piled a couple of slices onto her palm and went outside for some air. Chewing on cheesy dough she climbed the fire escape stairs to the the rooftop balcony. For a few blissful moments she stood looking at the street below and the lights of the cars hurrying past on their way home. She focussed all her energy on salami and olives and breathing.

The sound of the door opening behind her shattered her moment of sanity. Footsteps crunched on the concrete behind her. Pushing the last piece of crust into her mouth, Emma braced for the onslaught of work related whining. She resisted the temptation to turn and see who it was until they were standing beside her. Only when she sensed a body beside her did she turn her head slightly. Relief washed over her as she recognised Tim, one of the sales managers. He wasn’t part of her team and was excused from her hellish day. So at least he wouldn’t start whining about having to stay back. His day had probably been all sunshine and lunches with clients. 

For a moment Emma was jealous but sneaking glances at his tall, lanky frame leaning casually against the railing the jealousy disappeared, to be replaced by an intense desire to relieve him of his pants. As she thought about him bending her over the railing and fucking the life out of her her cunt tingled with warmth.

“I heard you guys are having a shit day,” he commented quietly as he leaned against the balcony railing.

Reluctantly Emma roused herself from her fantasy. She felt a tinge of heat in her cheeks accompanied by a damp heat in her panties. “Yep it is a ripper,” she replied. They stood for a moment watching the traffic. Emma knew she should already be back at her desk but she dallied for a moment longer. Tim didn’t say any more to her, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.  Disappointed, took a deep breath, bracing herself to go back to her desk.

“I better get back,” she muttered from the corner of her mouth. She didn’t have the energy to flirt or even make conversation. Besides, being rejected would just make this day even more shit and she had more than enough of that.

As she took her first steps the heel of her shoe caught in a crack in the concrete and she found herself lying on the ground looking up at a startled Tim.

“Are you OK?” he asked as he bent over her. 

It was all too much, Emma burst into tears. Lying on the concrete howling Emma felt as if this day couldn’t possibly get any worse. Of all the people to fall over in front of, and her ankle felt like she had wrenched it good and proper.  Tim hovered around looking nervous and uncertain. His flapping irritated Emma enough to make her pull herself together.

“Are you OK?” he asked again. A deep furrow formed in the middle of his forehead.

Emma took a deep breath, “I think I will be OK. My ankle hurts like hell though.”

Tim reached down and carefully felt her ankle. “Yep that isn’t going to tickle tomorrow. You should get some ice on it straight away. Let me help you down the steps” Emma pushed away thoughts of her boss and the work waiting on her desk. This was too good an opportunity to pass up.  

“Can you stand?” Tim was entirely focussed on her ankle.

Emma stood up carefully but almost collapsed as her ankle gave way again. Tim caught her as she stumbled. Wrapped in his arms she looked up at him helplessly.

“I guess not,” she smiled wryly at him. 

Tim half carried her to the first aid room where he helped her onto the bed and then fussed around looking for bandages and ice packs. Emma forgot about her throbbing ankle as he bent in front her looking for bandages in the cupboard. The fabric of his trousers stretched tightly over his arse. Emma’s palm twitched as she thought about how his naked butt would feel. When he turned around in the tiny space he fell against her. Maybe she had stuck her good foot out in front of him.

“I am so sorry,” he looked a little awkward and made to move away. Emma moved her good leg around his calf and pressed her hand against his crotch.

“I am not sorry,” she looked into his eyes.

“Ummmmm what if someone walks in here?” Tim allowed himself to study Emma’s cleavage which had suddenly appeared between some opened buttons. Just to make sure he knew what she wanted Emma gave in to the temptation and gripped his ass firmly pushing him against her.

Emma looked up with a devilish twinkle in her eyes that showed no signs of her earlier tears. “I do believe there is a lock on the door.”

Perhaps Thursday would turn out to be not so shit after all. 

Friday Flashback – In the Boardroom

“So I want a complete breakdown on my desk by Monday everyone.” James concluded the meeting. His team members filed out as he collected his files into a neat pile. As he stood up to leave his eyes met the youngest member of his team, Matt, sitting at the end of the boardroom table. Suddenly the room felt warm, James’ heart beat a little faster and he felt a tightening in his groin. Last Friday night James had seen Matt in a bar he frequented in the Valley. Sitting at the end of the bar, James had watched another young man wrap his arms around Matt and slide his hands down into his pants. The two of them began making out. Young, fit bodies pressing together, oblivious to everyone around them, before they left for a more private venue. James had gone home to his own fantasies as he pleasured himself. 

Right now ,in the boardroom, with Matt’s eyes boring into him he wondered if he had been wrong. Maybe Matt had seen him watching that night. It was unnerving and arousing at the same time. Without speaking Matt stood up looking James straight in the eye. From a detached part of his mind James noted that Matt was slightly shorter than him. Something he always liked, it was a power thing. Even so it felt as though Matt was in control of the situation. The two men stood facing each other, James noticed Matt’s full lips framing a slight smirk. Suddenly he had an uncontrollable desire to feel them sliding down over his rock hard cock. The  sexual tension in the room was almost unbearable. James decided to get straight to the point. 

“Let’s get a drink in my office,” He turned and led the way out of the room.

In his office he closed the door softly behind Matt who moved over to the couch in the corner of the room.

“Scotch?” he held up the bottle.

Matt nodded his assent. As James turned his back to pour drinks he heard the sigh of a tie being removed. When he turned back with two drinks in hand Matt stood before him with his shirt unbuttoned and his hand resting on his belt buckle. In response to the questioning look in Matt’s eye James nodded as he took a step towards the couch to place the glasses on the side table. A belt buckle jingled and there was the soft sound of clothing hitting the floor as James unbuttoned his own shirt. 

He turned to face Matt who was standing in front of the couch in his briefs. Still without speaking Matt stepped forward and pushed James down onto the couch. James lay back as Matt unbuckled his pants. With a look of greed Matt reached into the loosened suit pants and eased out James’ throbbing cock. 

“Yummy,” he whispered as he reached forward and licked the bead of pre-cum that had formed at the tip. He didn’t waste any more time before he plunged his mouth down over the hard length. James groaned in pleasure. The feel of a man sucking his cock was so different from a woman. And someone so young and vital made it even more exciting. Matt moved his head up and down, taking in James’ entire length with each stroke, engulfing him in desire.

As he sucked Matt pressed his hard young body against James’ leg including his own hard throbbing cock. Somewhere in a remote part of his mind James made plans to return the favour to Matt. But right now he was drawn back into the pleasure of this moment. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back for very long. He wanted the hot hard surge of the orgasm that Matt was sucking out of him. Pressure mounted at the base of James’ cock as Matt slid his fingers around to stroke James’ arse. 

James bucked his hips in pleasure as Matt’s finger stroked around the tight sensitive hole behind James’ balls. Matt let James’ cock slide from his mouth for a moment to wet his finger before he slid it back into James’ ass. Stroking him for a moment Matt watched James’ face as he eased his finger inside him. 

“You dirty fucker,” Matt whispered as he slid his finger into James’ arse. 

He leaned down and slid his mouth down over James’ cock. The dual sensation of the mouth around his cock and the finger in his arse exploded in James’ mind. His breath was coming in sort gasps, and his hand gripped the back of Matt’s head pushing his face further down on his cock. He knew he was close now but he held back a little wanting to prolong the moment a little. 

Matt’s finger twisted a little inside him sending pleasure shooting through his body. Pushing his pelvis against Matt’s face James shot a jet of hot cum into his mouth with a loud groan. Matt held him deep in his throat as the second pulse shot out of him. For long moments the two men were pressed together before James slumped  back against the couch panting with the intensity of the encounter. 

Rocking back on his heels Matt released James’ rapidly softening cock from his mouth and stood up. The bulge in his briefs left no doubts about how aroused he was. As the young man reached forward to take his drink James reached out to caress the hard cock through the black fabric. 

Friday Flashback – In Plain Sight

Welcome to another instalment from the vault of stuff I wrote once. I really should compile some of it into a book.

As Susan touched the little box in her pocket the corners of the box stabbed into her thigh reminding her of what she had come here to do. As she lifted her coffee to her lips she felt a flutter of butterflies in her stomach and a slight quiver in her wrist. She was forced to put her cup down for a moment. Then she saw him. It is strange how you can always recognise people even though you have never really seen them before. She recognised some of his features from his photograph, the way his hair fell down over his face and the fullness of his lips. At the same time he looked nothing like his photo and she felt as if she had never spoken to him before. For a fleeting moment panic flashed through her, what was she doing here? What was she thinking agreeing to this? The time she had spent chatting with this man seemed irrelevant and she felt like an awkward schoolgirl on her first date.

“Susan?” he stopped beside her table looking down at her enquiringly.  

She half stood to greet him, then the weight between her legs reminded her again of what she had come to do. Her eyes slid to the side noting where he was sitting on the other side of the coffee shop reading the paper, his face hidden from her. Despite this it felt as if his eyes were boring a hole through the paper, watching her every move.

“Hello Grant,” she smiled warmly looking him straight in the eye. 

“It is nice to meet you at last,” he held her hand longer than normally, releasing it only as they sat. “I have to say that you are as lovely as I fantasised.”

A throb went through her groin at his choice of words. She remembered his text from last night.  

This is what fantasising about you has done to me.
 Accompanied by a picture of his cock hard and gripped in the hand that now rested on the table. A new surge of wetness collected on her already damp panties. 

Grant signalled to the waitress and ordered a coffee. “Did you want anything to go with your coffee?” he asked her. 

“No thank you.” Susan answered. She could feel the eyes boring into her from across the room. It felt as if all of the eyes in the room were watching her right then. It was as if everyone knew what she was holding between her thighs and what she planned to do that day. For a moment she was overwhelmed by the thought of a thousand pairs of eyes looking at her watching her wantonness. 

She took a deep breath and reached into her pocket to retrieve the box. Without speaking she placed it on the table between them. It sat there, unmarked and giving no clue of the contents and the purpose of them before Grant reached forward and took it in his hands. In her mind Susan heard a collective gasp from the thousand people in the room watching her. She pressed her thighs together under the table, trying to supress the throbbing that had erupted in her clit. It felt as if she had a tiny penis growing in her panties. 

The waitress brought Grant’s coffee and he nodded thanks as he held the box under the table to inspect the contents. Across the room the man had put the paper down and was watching her intently. 

The buzz jolted through her and made her jump. Her heart was thundering as she looked across at him. His brown eyes were twinkling as he took a sip of coffee. “Sorry just getting used to the controls,” he apologised. 

Susan clasped her hands in her lap and struggled to control her breathing as the buzz started again,  this time, more slowly. Heat spread through her belly. Her sensitive clit grew even larger. The muscles of her pussy clamped around the vibrations as they increased sending warm pleasure through her. 

Then they stopped. She almost wimpered in disappointment as everything in her panties went still. She felt as if she was sitting in a pool of her own juices but she didn’t care. All she wanted was more buzzing. Across the table Gant sipped his coffee.

“So what is it that you are studying?” he asked as if they were two friends catching up. 

“Business,” Susan’s voice didn’t sound normal to her.

“Sounds interesting,” Grant took another sip of his coffee and another buzz shot through Susan’s cunt. This time he didn’t ease her into it. He let her have the full force of throbbing vibrations for a second before taking it away again. “You must be good at keeping things in order then.”

Susan took another breath to steady herself. Her cunt ached. She wanted more than buzzing now. The image of Grant’s cock was almost all she could think about. She wanted to be filled with him.  “Yes,” she forced herself to sound normal.

“You like things to be neat and orderly and how you expected then?” He looked at her intently as the buzzing started again. This time it was faint, the wetness of her cunt made it almost impossible to feel. She clamped her pussy hard around her vibe taking comfort from the feeling of the hard plastic inside her. Her phone pinged on the table beside her. She picked it up and checked her message. Underneath an image of a familiar cock was the following message,

I am hard and I am waiting to watch you.

“Everything OK?” Grant asked as she looked up.

“Definitely,” she tipped the last of her coffee into her mouth. There was more buzzing in her cunt. The ache to be filled by a cock was almost unbearable now. She looked across the table into his eyes, challenging him. 

“So,” she let the word hang between them.

Grant took up the challenge. He too drained his coffee.

“Lead the way,” He stood and reached his hand out to her. She smiled inwardly as she noted the bulge in his pants.

The made their way purposefully to the carpark. Susan led the way to the far corner where she had parked. Looking him in the eye she pulled up the hem of her dress up and slid her panties down to her ankles. Looking over his shoulder she could see him leaning casually on the bonnet of a car parked a couple of rows away. She opened her knees and slid the vibe out of her cunt. As she did so she grazed her clit and gasped at the shock.

Grant watched as she held the vibe to her own lips and licked her juice from it before she turned and bent over the car with her legs spread as wide as her panties would allow. She waited resting her hot face against the cool metal of the car. There was a quiet jingle of a buckle and the sound of a zipper before she felt her dress being lifted. His cock slid into her slowly filling her just the way she had hoped. His breath was hot in her ear,

“You are so fucking wet you horny little thing,”

He slid his cock out before pounding it back in. 

Image by Olya Adamovich from Pixabay