Candy Cane Part One Side B.

I sat there waiting for him to come home staring at the tv but not really taking in what was going on.
I knew he would be mad about the car - not so much the damage but that I wasn't wearing my glasses.
 
The scent of the food is filling the house but my stomach is in tight knots thinking things through my mind else where, my hands flattening the new skirt I brought in town.
I didn't hear him come in until the front door slammed shut .
Quickly pressing the remote I moved to the floor my legs slightly parted kneeling, making the skirt raise higher up my thighs I reach out adjusting the position of the switch slightly, just seeing it there sets my mind racing my stomach in knots again the heat between my thighs making my mind spin.
Bowing my head I am glad as my hair falls forward covering the blush I can feel rising in my cheeks my hands move to my lap as he walks in the room.
The moments silence seems to last forever as he takes in the scene my blouse pressing against my bare breasts I try to control my breathing biting my lip head still bowed I wait for him to speak.
What happened he asks his tone somewhat sterner than I expected makes me look up enough to see him staring down at me, his stature seemingly dominating the room.
  I try to explain beginning to feel a little like the silly schoolgirl I am dressed like my hands pulling on the end of the skirt I catch myself fidgeting as he stands listening, my voice trailing off as he asks if I was wearing my glasses into a whispered no sure he already knows this.
He steps towards me I still don't look up as he asks if I'm hurt I barely mutter a reply of no feeling so stupid now, why did I think this would be a good idea? We had spoken about it before but what was I thinking and why was I so turned on, the heat and wetness between my legs is obvious and I can't take my eyes off the switch.
A half muttered apology is all I manage,
he stands there silent again for what feels like a lifetime his breathing the only sound in the room.
I stand up slowly reach out to touch him my hand hesitates as he steps away making me look up at last not quite meeting his eyes but I can feel them staring at me making me blush again.
Unsure now I bend to pick up the cane my skirt rising cursing myself for not wearing any panties, as I hear a small intake of breath from him.
He must be able to see the wetness between my legs I'm sure if he were closer feel the heat.
I straighten turn arms outstretched a slight tremor in my arms offering him the cane.
Eyebrow raised he continues to stare 'What's this?' He enquires as much as I feel ridiculous having to answer the sound of his voice alone is making me blush again, my voice as I reply hardly disguising my need.
  He takes the switch from my hand and I move without direction to the settee lifting my skirt just high enough as I bend over the arm revealing my bare skin my hands moving to the cushion gripping it I turn and look see the  hesitation in his eyes  the swing of his hand with the cane cutting through the air making me suck in my breath body tensing, the atmosphere in the room heavy with anticipation.
  His hand touching me lifting my skirt sends a small shiver all the way down my spine a small moan escaping from my mouth, his words making me laugh nervously.
  The first touch I'm not expecting it lands a small sound but seems to fill the room. 
I feel the slight sting as it lands the small heat spreading not realising I had been so tense waiting I feel myself relax my shoulders drop twice more quite quickly he strikes and I feel the initial sting   where it lands the heat afterwards spreading.
I feel him hesitate a moment hand still holding my skirt up, the cool air against my reddening skin soothing it.
My head raising I turn and catch the steely glint appear his eyes feel his hand already holding my raised skirt pressuring down on my back so I'm unable to move his grip tightens on the end of the cane I turn my head as it cuts through the air this time it strikes harder than before I knew it was coming and exhale a long breath the sting and burning from the strike making me bite my lip hard I try to wiggle free but his hand is firmly placed on my back holding me still, the next few in quick succession the whistling of the cane cutting through muffled as the sting increases the white noise everything becomes fuzzy and as the strength of each strike increases the only thing I am aware of is the wetness between my legs the need for more.
He strikes again, this time a moan of pleasure escaping my mouth, and again harder still, I know I must be red raw by now, I can feel where each strike has landed picture the stripes standing out livid across my pale skin.
What seems like forever he continues going across previous spots I cannot help but after a while each strike making me cry out in equal parts pleasure and pain the tears rolling down my face hot and sweaty hardly able to catch my breath soaking the cushion my face is buried in muffling my sobs, my legs shaking feel like jelly under me, his hand I'm sure is the only thing holding me up.
He stops as suddenly as he started, pulling me up my skirt falling against my stinging skin his arms around me feel so good wiping my face as best I can I see the concern in his face but that is not what I need now,  before he has a chance to think on it I pull his tie loose holding it in my hands wrists close together looking up into his face my eyes pleading with him what I cannot put into words, he hesitates only for a second before  taking it from me bounding my wrists tightly without saying another word I move back over the arm of the settee.
The next strike comes quickly as hard as the last the shock making me curse out loud a few more strikes and the tears start again  harder now each one seems to hurt more than before.
I hear the clatter of something hit the floor then another strike this time though his hand skin against skin the pain no less on my already sore butt  but still makes me jump, his hand stays against me a moment before moving a finger running softly pushing between my thighs into me in one movement, my body betraying me making me gasp in pleasure my wrists pulling at the tie, trying to stand a little embarrassed at how turned on i am,
his voice clear and stern chastising me his hand in the small of my back holding me down on the arm of the settee.
A few more strikes his skin meeting mine each one loud in the room making me moan and cry out.
His movement changes behind me, hand still on my back holding me down but the spanking has stopped.
I can almost feel him touching me, I know he has moved,  then slowly just the tip at first pushing in, entering me, taking his time I make a half hearted protest until he's buried deep inside me adjusting to his size as his rhythm builds, my protests turning to gasps and moans of pleasure, the tie loosening around my wrists as I go to move my hands I feel his full weight on top of me pinning me down  his one hand grabbing both of my wrists holding them, his shallow breathing in my ear my teeth sinking into his arm biting down fingers digging into the cushion as he looses himself thrusting harder still into me.
My blouse straining tight against my chest as it gets caught between us wriggling and squirming under him feeling it open up at the chest
My head now buried in the cushions I feel my own needs taking over my  moans of pleasure with no attempt to hide them now sound distant, the white noise taking over everything becoming fuzzy as I feel myself moving closer to the edge, his change in power each thrust made with purpose tells me he knows how close i am keeping me hanging there, as what feels like hundreds of small jolts of electricity run through me across my body making me tense and cry out tighten around him the heat of his body pressed on mine the sting of my sore skin the cane marks burning from where he is leant against me I feel him swelling in my tight wetness closer himself now pushing me over the edge my whole body taut his pace not changing as I squirm under his weight trying to push up to meet his thrusts the need to have him in me completely taking over my stomach tightening my breath catching the waves of my climax crashing like a storm around me his grip on my wrists tighter his urgency and need now taking him over deep hard loosing its rhythm until he holds inside me buried deep breathing heavy a deep moan the tension leaving him as he collapses a dead weight on me before we fall to the floor laying there silent in our own thoughts, I turn cuddling into him as we catch our breath everything starting to ache now in the most beautiful way.
I stand adjusting my clothes the best i can smiling down as he lays there.
"Hungry?" I ask before heading towards the kitchen.

Night One

This is crazy. A week ago I had never heard of this girl, Ray, in fact it wasn't until Monday when I saw a re-post of hers online by someone I follow that I was intrigued into looking further. And a few "likes" later, we started to send private messages, which lead very quickly lead to a mutual understanding of each other. I liked the way she thought, and for reasons beyond my understanding, she was drawn to me.
She's more adventurous than I, it only took one day of conversation before she suggested we meet for a drink. I could never be that forward. I liked it, so I agreed. My shift ended early last night, so I gave her my details, and she organized the rest.
She is not what I would normally go for, that is, I don't normally go for short hair, or blondes, especially on a black woman, but I couldn't see past her smile, it was infectious. I had little to go on, but with her being a little older than I, I assumed she would take over, letting me know what the plan was for the evening, what she wanted to eat, drink, do, when and where. Instead I was approached by this petite, quite thing, who walked straight up to me and planted a kiss on my lips, then smiled.
"What would you like to do?" She asked. Her manner suggested She had the answer if I didn't.
I recovered from the kiss and simply suggested the choice was hers, bit that I would like a drink. She agreed, and suggested we need not go anywhere other than the bar at the hotel where we were.
We had been talking for longer than expected. We had briefly touched on every subject, but everything came back to us and how we got there. She was extremely tactile throughout conversations, and I had started to notice a suspicion of impatience on her part, as well a hint of arousal. Eventually she managed to steer the conversation where she wanted to go.
"I have a room here," she blurted out between thoughts "would you like to take this upstairs?"
I looked into her eyes, almost puzzled, but I could see what she was feeling, 'I'm horny, I wanna fuck, why aren't we fucking? Damn, this guy talks a lot!'
"Yes!" I answered, standing up and taking her had. She was almost in shock, but this was quickly covered by her beaming smile as she dragged me to the elevator.
The elevator took hours to move, until we were alone and she started to kiss me more passionately, frantically searching for my zip, but we had reached her floor before she could find it.
"This way!" she instructed, leading the way as quickly as she could in her very high heels while searching for her key card. And as I walked closely behind her, I could not help but notice what an amazing ass she had, I just had to stop and stare as she opened her door.
She stepped inside and reached out for my hand. "What are you do... Woah!" I interrupted her question by rushing past her and dragging her to her bed. I pinned her to it, kissing her neck while my free hand made it's way down her body and up her skirt. Her legs obey my unspoken command to open, and this is when I found out just how ready she is. Never before have encountered a woman so wet so soon. I gradually pushed my fingers deep inside her, to which she let out an whimper of delight, and I proceeded to finger her slowly, hitting every spot I cold find in order to get her to gush over my eager fingers. Jackpot! three was my luck number before she whispered into my ear between her teeth "I want the dick! Fuck me properly!" So I slapped her pussy and helped her undress before flipping her over. I teased her before slowly entering her from behind. She felt heavenly, and the sounds I heard from her suggestion she enjoyed it too. It was long before I had her cumming all over us, screaming out as she exploded. We kept going until she could take no more, which lead us into the early hours of the morning.
"Have you cum yet?" She enquired.
"Not yet," I replied.
"Damn! Why not?!" She exclaimed. "I want you to cum for me."
"Where do you want it?" I asked as put up less of a fight to hod back.
"Anywhere you want, I don't care. Just cum for me." She blurted out. "I want it inside my pussy!" She quickly added.
I picked up the pace and slammed into her harder than I had previously, smacking her ass as I did so. I could tell she was going to cum too, and as soon as she did, I immediately followed, filling her with what she asked for. Not content with that, she turn and proceeded to place me in her mouth, hungrily cleaning up every last drop. This brought me to my knees, never before have I felt as spent as this.
We lay for some time on the edge of the bed, seemingly unable to move, but smiling everytime we tried.
"Mmmm, yes," She uttered quietly randomly "I hope it was as good for you."
I smiled at her "It was. But I have work in the morning, and I have to go. I'm not going to be much good on 4 hours sleep." I quietly proclaimed.
"Oh. I was kinda hoping you'd stay." She seemed a little disappointed. She suggested I could spend the whole night, and just leave early enough to grab change of clothes for work. I agreed.
"I'm staying tonight too," she mentioned "I'd like it if you cam back t see me."
I smiled at her. "I'd like that."
"Good." she smiled back at me.
It wasn't too long before we drifted off to sleep.
And now here I am, in bed with this amazing woman I have only met for the first time, and I have to leave her for work. But not before I wake her up by eating her out for breakfast.

House Warming

He hasn't heard a word she has said. Her smile is the only thing distracting him from her cleavage, which she kept covered as much as she could, but was difficult considering what she had to work with.
"Right, I'll just go and grab the keys and we'll take a look." She smiled, trying to keep matters professional.
As she got up and walked away, a smile crept on to his face as he enjoyed this view too.
She returned with the keys to the property she was trying to sell to him, told him the address and directions, and suggested he follow her or meet her there.
When he pulled up to the house, he almost gasped, as he had forgotten just how big the property was. His interest in it wasn't quite as genuine at first, he saw an attractive, curvaceous, half Latina- half native woman with long black hair sitting at her desk on more than one occasion, and worked up the courage to meet and talk to her, but browsing houses for sale was his only play. He had been thinking of buying a house, and this house had caught his attention more than once, but it was so much more than he was looking for.
She lead him to the front door, talking about everything that was in sight, and eventually let him in. He nervously stepped over the threshold and took one panoramic glance. The house was clean, well decorated, well lit, and huge. She started her tour of the house, leading him in a clockwise direction, making sure to leave nothing out, and letting him explore each room on his own after selling it to him. The eventually made their way upstairs to explore the bedrooms and bathrooms, en-suites and walk-in wardrobes. He could envision everything he would do, how he would decorate, what he would have where, where he would put people... He was sold. Still, she had more to show him, and he followed her. She took him outside to a huge back garden which had a a small pool, and full sized basketball court with a retractable tennis net across the middle. He stood and admired the view, turning to smile at her as she was smiling back. And as he looked, she once again caught his attention and held onto it.
"What do you think of this place?" He asked her. Her comment was a well practiced line. "Ok," he continues, "Would you live here? What would you do with the rooms here? Be honest." He tried desperately to get some words that weren't sales or scripted. And to his surprise, she took the bait. Shem smiled and started to slowly give him every idea she had had. She seemed excited. She took him around the house telling him what she would do, how she would decorate, and all her other plans.
"Maybe you could come by and help me when I move in?" He suggested. She laughed and smiled, and then realized he was telling her that he was going to buy the house. She smiled in excitement, and told him what needed to be done to complete the sale.
"But...," he interjected, "I want you!"
"Excuse me?" She asked with a worried and puzzled expression.
He proceeded to tell her the real reason behind their meeting, how he saw her and wanted her, how beautiful he thought she was, and how he would like to buy her dinner and bring her back to his place. "So, you can either give me your number, or you can come back at a later date and spend the whole day with me helping me decorate." She was speechless for a while, but then she reached into her purse for her card. But before she could pull it out, he added, "Not your work number, Your number!" She started to get nervous, this was one of the biggest houses, and they had difficulty selling it due to it's size and cost, and the commission meant she could treat her kids to a little more than usual. She dropped the card and slid her hand out of her purse, bit her lip, and started to shake her head, "I can't, I'm sorry."
He laughed, "Don't worry, I'm still going to buy the house. I just needed to know if I had a chance with you." She laughed nervously and breathed a sigh of relief. "Ok, so tell me again what you would do," he asked her, "And let me get a pen and write it all down. I like a lot of your ideas."
She provided him with a pen and a pad and lead him around the house again to show him what she would do. With every idea she showed him, he stepped closer to her, and by the time they got upstairs, he was making physical contact. She was uncomfortable at first, but she got used to him. Lastly they got to the Master bedroom with en-suite. Her idea was to knock through to another room to add a walk in wardrobe. And then she lead him onto the balcony and showed him why she would extend it. She leaned over to show him, and he leaned over with her, in doing so, letting her feel his erection. She was shocked at first, but his acting nonchalantly cause her to try and ignore it. But she failed, as now her attention was drawn to it. As she talked and her took notes, she could see it growing. This made her blush and stumble over her words, this in turn made him smile. He continued to let her lead the way, and then half way down the staircase, she turn to look at him, and occasionally looking down at his bulge, she said point out that she was already at his place, and that maybe if her took advantage of that, he wouldn't need her later. He smiled again, and looking down at her he realized she had freed some of her cleavage. "You're right," he told her, "So what do you have in mind?" He continued to ask.
"Maybe I could help you celebrate your new home" she suggested with a smile.
He smiled back "Lead the way."
And with that she brushed past him and returned to the master bedroom, and he followed. She kicked off her high heels, removed her tights, and instructed him to get onto the bed. As he did, she unzipped his trousers to reveal his manhood standing to attention, waiting for her to see to it. She stroked him gently until he was throbbing, and then gently kissed up and down his shaft. Meanwhile he reached out and started to stroke between her legs, she became very wet very quickly. He decided he wanted to mirror what she was doing, and he pulled her towards him and positioned her to sit on his face. They continued in this 69 position for some time, him feeding on her juices as he fingered her and sucked and licked her clit, and her stroking his shaft, feeding on his erection, sucking on it heartily.
Some time later she had decided that she wanted him deep inside her. She told him she was moving positions, straddled him, lifted her pencil skirt, and gradually impaled herself on him. She took her time as she struggled to take all of his big black cock, but she eventually managed and began to build up a rhythm. She slowed down to remove her blazer, blouse, and bra, and threw them all behind her. "Was it worth the wait?" She asked him, knowing that he had been longing to see the good. His dick answer for him as it grew inside her. "Shit!" She blurted out as she once again struggled to contain him. Once she had adjusted, she made sure he enjoyed the show she was putting on, letting him experience every bounce, jiggle and moan, but her eyes and hands gave her away, she was enjoying everything a lot more than she thought she might. This is when he took over. He reached around to take hold of her rear and started to control her movement, moving her as the pace he wanted, pulling her close so that he could suck on her large breasts. she became wetter with every stroke, her moans of pleasure getting louder and longer the more he penetrated her.
"Turn around!" He commanded. She swiftly obeyed. He pulled her back and she began to ride him in reverse, and he squeezed, teased, and played with her breasts, pinching her nipples and licking and biting her neck. This was driving her wild, and was about to get wilder. With her rhythm well established, her placed one arm around her and lightly gripped her neck, and with his other hand, he start to play with her clit, slowly at first, almost teasing, but his intensity grew as he soon had her writhing out of control. She asked him to stop, but he wouldn't. She then begged and pleased, but he wouldn't let her go. He continued to pump her and assault her pussy both in and out until she screamed out so loud that his knew neighbours could hear, and with it she hand lift herself away from his shaft and gushed all over the bed, soaking it and the wall in front of her. She continued to fight as he still wouldn't stop playing, making her squirt in in continuous bursts. And then he suddenly stopped. She struggled to gain breathe, but he hadn't finished yet. He threw her forward, planting her face down at the edge on the bed, and pushed his way inside her from behind. She let out a loud moan muffled by the a mouthful of duvet. He pounded her hard, occasionally pulling her hair ans spanking her, making her cum over and over until he was ready to explode himself, and with a loud roar he emptied his load inside her, collapsing on top of her. She mustered up some of her remaining energy and pushed  him back onto his back, and sucked and licked his cock clean, knowing his would drive him as crazy as he did her.
They lay for what seemed like hours, not saying a word, he playing with various parts of her, she slapping him when he got too rough. And then her phone rang, it was in her bag on the other side of the room, meaning she had to get up to answer. It was work, so she told them she was with a customer who decided to buy, so she was coming back.
"So this is my side of the arrangement completed?!" She confirmed with him. He just smiled, "Don't worry, I definitely want this house now. But don't think this little session cancels my previous offer. Your invite here is permanent." He smiles and pats the bed.
She hands him the rest of his clothes as she gets dressed. "We need to get you the house first, one step at a time." She winks and walks away with a strut, and he follows.

Inflammable

They reminisce. She, on her bed with a tear and a smile, playing with a loose thread on her nightie, He, reclined on his lounger in his robe clasping his mug for warmth.

They have been talking for at least an hour. A sense of finality overcomes them both, but not in regards to their phone conversation. They are friends, more than, and despite time and distance, this has been the case for a several months. Their desire is for this friendship to continue, grow even, for many years to come. But this cannot be, for their friendship puts them and others at risk.

They rarely speak on the phone, but the desire to see each other has been limited to hearing each other’s voices. And as they talked to catch up on their weeks events, their thoughts turn to the past, specifically their first meeting.

Jacob, a tall average looking male had recently been kicked out of his home for mistakes he admitted responsibility for. But he was a survivor, and his friends watched, ready to jump in, as he struggled to his feet. His struggle was not complete, but he had reached a sense of calm and peace, for there was nowhere lower that he could go, and his only way was up.

On his journey to the middle of his rise, he noticed a statuesque figure walk by him in a crowded place full of friends, family, and acquaintances. He stared in awe at this young woman of dual heritage as she passed him by, oblivious to his existence. There were many beautiful women around, so why this one caught his attention, he has never been sure, maybe it was her height, maybe he recognised something familiar in her spirit, he didn't know, but just as quickly as she passed by, she was forgotten. Or so he thought.

Some hours later, while talking to an old friend, Jacob learnt that this friend knew the girl who had earlier caught his eye. Not only that, but they were close friends. This made him nervous, as she was about to introduce him to her...

Karla, to any woman, just an average girl. But in the eyes of men she is something quite special. She knew this, but had no idea as to the extent. As Jacob looked at her, his heart stopped for what seems like minutes, but soon adrenaline kicked him into overdrive. They spoke, he showed mild interest in her, hiding the overwhelming desire to throw himself at her. And as he held back the sweat, he poured on all the tempered charm he could without overdoing it. But a lapse in control caused him to risk asking for her details. "What am I doing?!" he thought to himself "I've come on too strong." But to his surprise she gave him the details he requested. This left him speechless, which briefly made him panic, but he was saved by another girl who took her away from him. A huge sigh of relief left him as he quickly checked his phone for the girls number, and there it was, digital gold. But little did he know how much this would change his life.

Some weeks past, and life continued. Jacob had all but forgotten about the dream of a woman that graced his senses, leaving her mark on his phone. Then, one Sunday, in the middle of his chores, the phone rang. It was Karla. Jacob smiled and answered his phone "Hello?"

"Hey".

His knees weakened and his heart skipped a beat.

"How are you?" She asked.

He was smiling, his palms starting to sweat. "I'm good thank you. And how are you?"

"Good. I'm good thank you".

As they were talking, she was taking her sister to the park, glad to be out of the house after some recent trouble left her housebound. They talked about their day so far, their week, and their life to that point. In their first phone conversation they went deep into their own lives, and though filled with tragedy, still managed to keep things light. Jacob felt a strong connection to Karla, and what's more, despite the obvious attention she was getting from other guys at the park while she was on the phone to him, he felt she might like him. He then spent the rest of the day dreaming about her, regardless of the unwanted heat of the day.

As the months passed, more phone conversations were had, and many texts were sent, ‘til eventually they planned to meet. They knew they would be near the same area at the same time, so they organised their travel plans to see each other briefly. Jacob took a slow walk to the agreed location outside the library and waited patiently in the snow with his hot chocolate, then once again his attention was drawn to the tall, curvaceous figure that was the woman who's level of beauty he had all but forgotten.

"Hey", she greeted him with a smirk.

"Hi", he replied nervously, once again feeling a lack of control over the situation, but somehow managing to remain cool. They made small talk both in and out of the library. As they talked, she walked around him, circling him, letting him feel like prey to her. His nervousness increased slightly, but this also cause him to flirt back more aggressively. But time flies, and their short meet had to come to an abrupt end as they both had places to be.

Over the next few weeks they continued to meet briefly where possible. These meets became more intimate, starting with sharing drinks, then meals from fast food venues, and even travelling together when this was a possibility. Their relationship continued to grow despite the many obstacles that constantly threw themselves in their path. But one event marked the beginning of the end for their already intermittent relationship.

Jacob and Karla had many differences, one of these were their sensitivity to heat, Jacob was always warm, whereas Karla was always cool. But Karla had always stated that she felt warm when speaking to Jacob. This worked out well for him, as he would take any excuse or reason to see Karla. One day came where they were able to spend more than 4 hours together, this was the first time. The took the chance to embrace each other, she at first taking comfort in his arms, but then giving in to his overwhelming desire for her. As their passion grew, they noticed smoke forming in the area surrounding them. They quickly checked their surroundings, gathered their things and left the area. They later learnt that a fire had been stated in that area, but was quickly controlled causing very little damage. The cause of the fire was not found, and as it was winter, it was being treated as suspicious. But this was not the only occurrence. Two weeks later, Jacob and Karla once again found themselves evacuating an area where a fire was reported soon after. After the fourth occurrence Karla started to worry. She had already told Jacob of her troubled past, and how she was falsely charged with arson. Jacob assured her there should be nothing to worry about, as he was with her and knew she hadn't caused any, but this didn't comfort her, as she was forbidden from ever seeing him at all, and so either way she could be facing trouble. Then something in the moment struck a chord with Jacob, and memories came flooding back to him, things that he hadn't even noticed before appeared in his memory. There had been earlier instances of extreme heat in his past. He could recall no instances of smoke, but there had been warped items, objects melted regardless of the weather, and red marks left after physical contact. The two were bewildered by the concept that heat might follow them, but soon the true nature of these incidents would make itself known.

They continued to meet, but were more cautious this time, place with plastic or wood nearby were avoided where possible, and time spent together was limited. But this was hard for Jacob, as all he ever wanted was to be with this girl that sets him on fire. And she too, though more cautious than he, made him aware that she burned for him.

Time and circumstances kept them away from each other for a while, but Jacob could take no more of the distance between him and the woman he had fallen in love with, and so he had organised meeting with her once again, but this time he had taken steps to ensure their safety. he had found some ruins midway between them, somewhere they could both get to, somewhere very low of flammable materials, all that was left was to organise a time. Eventually, after weeks of discussion, Karla finally let him know when she could escape the confines of her home for an extended period of time. They met up, kissed, and made their way to Jacobs discovered location. He had come prepared. The found somewhere to eat and drink before setting off, but Jacob had also brought food with him, and had anticipated everything the two of them might need. Though the chosen spot was no great distance away, it was away from where anyone would see them, and though the area was open, Jacob had prepared for any eventuality in regards to any elemental effects.

He took Karla’s hand and lead her to the area where he then set everything up for them to enjoy their time together. She watched shaking her head in awe as he unpacked chairs, sleeping bags, blankets, and other various equipment from his seemingly small back pack.

"Would Madame like a drink?" Jacob pulled out two cocktail glasses, and proceeded to pour her a chilled drink. She took the glass, wide-eyed, and took a seat. "How are you doing this?" she asked. He simply smiled, he wasn't going to share his secret. He pulled out a cheap mobile and tablet, switched them on and played with them a little, then handed the tablet to Karla. "Would Madame like to pick movie?"

She took the device from him with a somewhat puzzled expression, but then realised he had setup a movie streaming service for her to choose from. She looked through while he produced the option on speakers or earphones, of which she chose the former. And with the movie chosen, and drinks in their hands, Jacob sat down next to Karla, who was now grinning from ear to ear, despite the cold weather, and planted a kiss on her cheek.

He leaned in and put an arm around her, and they watched a movie together, but they barely made it to the end before they were locked in a passionate embrace. Coats and chairs were discarded as they blindly fumbled their way to the blanket covered sleeping bags, as their passion grew hotter. Soon they were unstoppable. They had the time and space that they needed, and soon all items of clothing were removed, and they became oblivious to their surroundings. It soon began to rain, but they didn't care, as all that they could feel was the sweat from their bodies, now moulded together. Not a drop of rain had hit them. In fact their heat had caused the area to steam up. As the rain started to let up, the mist around them disappeared, but instead was replaced by a heat haze. Items near to them had started to warp, and soon enough, certain items had started to burn. With every grunt and moan from Karla’s mouth, cracks began to form in surrounding walls. Still, they had not noticed a thing, as they were fully engrossed in each other’s company, lavishing as much attention on each other as they could give. And they had yet to noticed that day had turned to night, as a fire had now formed around them, burning the ground and various items in close proximity to them. But the only flame they could see was in each other’s eyes. And finally, towards the end of their session, Karla let out a scream, shattering any glass in their vicinity, and caused one wall to crumble completely. The two then collapsed together, with nothing but the fire surrounding them and their bodies to keep each other warm.

They stared into space for a while, recovering from their rigorous activity. And as they lay together in each other’s arms, they gradually notice the fire around them. Suddenly it's clear to them what's been going on.

"This isn't good, is it?" Karla quietly asks.

"No," Jacob sighs, "not at all."

The look at the trail of the flames.

"My clothes!" Karla panics.

"They're fine, Jacobs assures her, "and your coat too, plus I brought spares." Karla squeezes him in a sign of relief and appreciation. "My tablet is ruined though," he continues. "Don't worry, your phone is in the flask."

"How? When? How?" Karla Struggles to comprehend how Jacob was able to take care of these things.

"Don't you worry about that," he replies, "I said I'd take care of it, so I did."

The two continue to lie silently for a while, until the flames start to die down. Then Jacob forces his self to his feet, and jumps the flame to collect their clothes, he throws Karla her things, and dresses himself as he collects the rest of whatever is salvageable and put them in his back pack, which somehow now seems fuller than it was before. Once packed, he checks on Karla, who is checking her phone after extracting it from the half melted flask. The phone is fine, just a little warm, and full of messages. She scans through a few, and saves the rest for their journey home.

"Jake," Karla quietly calls out looking at the flame, "do you have anything to put this out with?"

"Hang on." He responds. He gathers and organises the rest of the items, the simply walks through the flame, picks Karla up, and carries her out.

"You mad man." she giggles, then plants a kiss on his cheek.

They take one quick look around at the area. The sleeping bag and blanket are singed beyond recognition, and there are bit of broken and burnt glass and rubble, especially in the direction where Karla has screamed. The rest of the rubbish Jacob has packed into a bin liner he brought with him.

"Are you ready?" He asks, holding his hand out for hers. She briefly looks up from her phone, smiles, nods, and grabs his hand, and they vacate the area and head for home.

They're quiet while waiting for the train and during the ride home. Jacob could see her deep in thought. "Are you ok?" He asks, "What are you thinking?" knowing both the answer, and the truth.

She lifts her head and forces a smile, "Yeah." She answers. He decides not to push further, but as the near her stop, he chooses to part on a high.

"I've enjoyed spending time with you," he tells her, hoping to get a positive response back.

"Me too." She smiles back.

He stands with her as they approach her stop, and he holds her, planting another passionate kiss on her lips. Again, she smiles as she gets off the train, and nods when he requests she inform him when he's home. Jacob falls asleep for the rest of his train journey.

As soon as Jacob steps off the train, he receives a message from Karla, she has arrived home. She then requests he call her when he gets home. So he picks up the pace, and walks home a little quicker, changes into emerging more comfortable, puts his sim card into his regular phone, and lets Karla know that he is about to call her.

"Hey," She answers.

"Hi," He greets her back.

"What happened today?" She asks with concern in her voice.

"The short version is I don't know." He responds. He goes on to give his theory that our passion takes on a more literal physical form, which she accepts regardless of not understanding.

"What does this mean?" She asks, already knowing both the answer, and the truth.

"I don't know." He responds, not wanting to accept the facts or the truth of the matter.

There is a moment of silence.

"I love you." She quietly professes. This is not the first time she has said these words to him, but for the first time, he could feel heir as she said it.

"I love you too." He choked. He could hear her tearing up, he didn't like that. He tried to lighten her mood. "Did you know that you can't get rid of me?" She laughed in response as he tried to get her to smile.

They talked about the implications of their relationship, trying to look for answers and solutions to their unique problem, but they could find none.

Again, there was silence.

"Do you regret giving me your number?" Jacob asks, breaking the silence.

"No, don't be silly," she answers, "And I thought it was you that gave me your number."

"I don't recall."

They reminisce about their first meeting, and good times they have had together, and how they have made each other feel. Eventually their call has to come to an end. " I have to be up early for my interview tomorrow." Karla states.

"I know." Jacob responds, "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too." She replies, "Goodbye, Goodnight, Sweet dreams, and Take care."

"Thank you. You too. Until next time."

Temptation

Monday
I was told to be in for 08:30, so after an early night and a rushed morning, I managed to get in for 08:25, but I was kept waiting for 20 minutes. Not alone though, the woman in front of me, Wendy, a 54 year old chatty blonde, was also starting temping today. She introduced herself while we were waiting to be taken to the office where we would be working, and told me a little about who she was.
We were soon collected by Kerry, a fairly petite, Ann Robinson looking brunette with glasses in her early 40’s. Although she didn’t smile at all, she seemed pleasant enough as she showed us which desks we’d be working at, and then asked us to wait in the break area. She return with scripts for us to work from, and gave us a very brief explanation of what our job was, which, due to us being introduced late after training had already taken place, was nothing more than taking and logging calls.
After being sent to pick up ID tags, me and Wendy found our seats, next to each other opposite Trish, a pleasant, quite, skinny blonde in her late 40’s, and after very brief instruction we put on our headsets and began to take and log calls.
Our desks were 1 of 3 groups of 4, and behind me were 2 groups of 8 desks. I hadn’t learned everyone’s names, but there were only 5 doing my job, myself, Wendy, Trish, and behind me at the other end of the office were Raj, a slim Asian guy in his early 20’s, and opposite him was Kam, a heavier Asian woman in her mid 30’s.
It was soon lunch time, so I grabbed my things and walked around town to see what I could find to eat. I had never been in this area before, so I did a little exploring while eating my lunch before heading back to the office.
I hung up my coat and quickly scanned the office before heading back to my seat, which is when I saw the most amazing smile, from a full bodied, young woman, with long black hair. She held my attention for a minute before I sat down and continued with my work.
My day got off to a slow start while I was trying to get to grips with what I was doing, as this was the first time I had done this kind of work, or any temping.
It was soon the end of my first day, and I logged off, organized my papers, grabbed my bag and my coat, and headed towards my bus home.

Tuesday
Having arrived near work 15 minutes early again, I decided to find a nearby café to buy myself breakfast, and when I emerged I ran into Kerry, who looked somewhat cheerier than she did previously. We walked in together, talking about how things were going, which were quite well, considering the nature of the job and the many minor hiccups we encountered.
We eventually got to the office, and as I hung up my coat I noticed the black haired girl smiling at me, causing me to childishly smile back. I then took my seat, and continued my work as I did previously.
Answering phones all day, the job was very repetitive, but the flow of the day was constant.
Throughout the day the black haired girl would turn around for various reasons, always smiling at me. Whenever she got up to do something, I found myself watching her, and she would always notice me looking, which would again cause her to smile.
As my day ended, I found myself thinking about her. I hadn’t spoken to her yet, but maybe I would try tomorrow.

Wednesday
I was starting to get used to working again, though today was a much busier day than the previous two. This is why Wendy and I were called in, to deal with the expected onset of calls. During the whole morning, there was no lull, which brought on a huge sigh of relief when it came to lunch time.
Not wanting to walk around the town again, I went to the nearest shop, and brought my lunch back to the office. As I headed to the break area, I saw the black haired girl was taking her lunch there too, so I sat down opposite her. She was flicking through one of the magazines in the table, but she looked up, smiled, and started talking to me as though she’d known me for a week already.
She asked me my opinion of various women she came across in the magazine, telling me that she wished she looked like some of them. I was too shy to respond to that. But I did ask her name, Kirsty, and I introduced myself.
We start asking about each other’s history, working from that moment in time backwards. She was a temp too, had started two weeks before me, and though we were in the same office of 30, she was working for a different department, which would explain why she had two screens and I technically had none. She was 10 years younger than me, though she was very surprised to find out I was 2 years her junior, as she originally thought. Impressed at my unimpressive appearance, she turned back to commenting on her own looks in comparison with the women in the magazine. It’s true she was no size 0, but she didn’t look the 12 that I worked her out to be. It was apparent that she liked her fake tan and her make up, not just by what I saw, but by her conversation with the other women. I felt I had to mention that she didn’t need any make up, to which she just smiled and continued talking, mostly about the hair she was going to pick up on her way home.
My lunch time was over, so I returned to the busy phones for the rest of the afternoon. The last half hour was a little quieter, which was a suitable winding down period before heading home.
Thursday
I was a little later getting in today, so I only had time to get a drink before starting work. I went straight to my desk and was able to start on time.
The phones started ringing straight away, and the morning was somehow busier than the previous day.
Kirsty seemed quieter today, and not as dressed up as she usually was. She barely looked up from her desk for most of the morning. And when she finally did, for those brief moments, I saw she was wearing little to no make up. Eventually, before I went to lunch, she looked up in my direction. But there was no smile.
She got up to go to lunch half an hour before me, and as she put on her coat, I watched and smiled a little. When she saw me smiling at her, she gave me a big smile back. This brightened her whole body.
I was glad to take my lunch break to get away from the busy phones. I walked around the town again, and slowly came back to my desk for the second half of my day.
Kirsty seemed cheerier this afternoon. She was back to looking and smiling. She even got out if her seat more and seemed more talkative.
She spent the afternoon printing envelopes, and the print was right next to where I sat. Every time she got up to pass me, her smile got a little bigger. Then, she started to make physical contact with me; she’d lean on my shoulder, or touch my hand. She worked her way up to running her fingers across the back of my neck. I was surprised nobody noticed.
But then, Wendy and I were called into the meeting room. We were told that tomorrow would be our last day, as we were no longer needed. We knew this was short term, but we thought we had another week. Still, we went back to our desks and continued as normal.
Ever the chatty woman, Wendy told Trish the news, then Kirsty, then the Raj and Kam. I was touched by the look of disappointment in Kirsty’s eyes, and I felt sorry for not getting to know her as well as I could.
Upon leaving the office that night, Kirsty and I left at the same time. We talked as we took the elevator together, and slowly walked to the bus station. Although her volume was lower than usual, she was a lot more talkative. I got to know where she was from, that she had a big family, had very recently broken off her engagement, and had recently gone back to the gym as one of the steps she took to get back to her own life. We sat and talked for a further hour at the station, getting closer as time passed. Then, checking the time as another one of her buses turned up, she gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and set off for home.
I thought about her a lot that night.
Friday
My last day of work started off in the usual way. But as predicted the calls had thinned out considerably.
I spent a lot of my time daydreaming, that is, when I wasn’t watching Kirsty move around the office. She approached me to ask what time I would be going for lunch, and asked if she could join me. My morning then moved very slowly.
Finally, while I was dealing with a call, Kirsty grabbed her coat and gestured she was waiting for me. I dealt with everything quickly and rushed out of the office.
She took me to a nearby café where we talked more. She had sat right next to me, which made me feel uncomfortable. As we sipped at our drinks I found I was fighting the urge to lean in and kiss her. She had become very tactile during our conversation. I say conversation, but she was doing all the talking, and I was struggling to pay attention. She eventually rested her hand on my leg while she was still talking. Her touch aroused me, making it more difficult to behave myself in her presence. Nerves started to affect my leg, and it wasn’t long before she noticed me tapping me heel. She stopped talking, which made me stop tapping. “What’s wrong?” She asked.
“Nothing” I answered.
She tilted her head slightly, then started to slide her hand up my leg, “Are you sure?”
I was hoping she would stop before she found the bulge in my trousers, “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. What were you saying?”
She didn’t answer, she didn’t stop, just continued to look at me strangely as her hand got nearer to my secret. I moved my hand to stop hers, but I was too late, she moved quicker and beat me to it. She now had her hand resting on top of the tower in my trousers. I was about to die of embarrassment, as I watched the expression of realisation form on her face, quickly joined by a look of shock. But as she went red and her mouth began to form a gasp, this transformed into a smile that I couldn’t read. Then, looking around to check her surroundings, she started to circle my bulge through my trousers. My reaction was to support myself by grabbing her leg. I could see she was enjoying this. Then she leaned in and whispered “Time to go.”
She got up, fixed her skirt, adjusted her clothes, checked her bag, and stood waiting for me to get up from the table. I asked her for a moment to compose myself, but she suggested she head back and I follow when ready.
I gave myself a couple of minutes, then made my way back to the office, where Kirsty was already at her desk.
Concentrating on the rest of the afternoon proved difficult, but that wasn’t too much of a problem as there was almost nothing to do.
Kirsty turned to glance at me a lot and would turn back and giggle. She would also walk around a lot and check that I was looking in her direction.
Finally, our day was over. I shook hands with many people. But I just wanted to get out.
I eventually left the building and met up with Kirsty, who took me to a nearby pub. After grabbing a drink and a seat, she immediately continued from where she left off earlier. She was talking quietly directly into my ear while tracing the line she’d found earlier up my leg with her finger until she once again was massaging me through my trousers. I found that my hand had wondered onto her leg, and noticed that she had removed the tights she had on during lunch.
As the night drew in, we found we no longer wanted to stay there. Though part of us thought we should go to our homes, I could tell that she too didn’t want leave each others company yet. She then told me she had s friend who lived nearby, and asked if I’d like to visit with her. Having nothing to do that evening, I decided to join her.
We got onto the top deck of an empty bus where we found it difficult to keep our hands off each other. She had now unzipped my trousers and slipped her hand inside, I echoed her satisfactory moan. I took this opportunity to slip my hand up her skirt, and felt how wet she had become. She was about to get onto my lap, but we had approached our stop.
We walked the short distance to her friend’s house. As she knocked on the door, she asked me to wait outside while she had a word with her. Five minutes later, her friend left the house without saying a word to me. I was invited inside, offered a drink, and told to make myself comfortable. 10 minutes later I noticed her standing in the doorway staring at me. I asked if she was ok, and how long she had been standing there, but she just smiled silently. She walked over to me, took away my drink, sat on my lap, and kissed me passionately.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all week” she exclaimed.
She then helped me remove my trousers, hitched up her skirt, and started to grind herself on my leg. I could feel her getting wetter by the second as I kissed her and removed her clothes one item at a time, and started playing with her breasts.
I helped her to her feet and up on to the sofa, wrapped my hands around her, pulled her into my face and began to lap hungrily at her wet, shaven crotch. Her moans of pleasure spurred me on, but I could feel her trying to push away. I let her go and she pulled me down to the floor where she then straddled my face.
I continued to eat her as she started to expertly suck on my dick. She was bringing me close to the edge, but I wasn’t ready yet, so I reached out and grabbed a handful of her long black hair, pulling her head back, and I intensified my oral assault as she held on to my throbbing member. It wasn’t long before I felt a wave of pleasure run through her. We paused for a moment, then she moved forward and slowly lowered herself onto my cock. The way she moved her hips was amazing, how I lasted more than the first few seconds I’ll never know. I loved the way she brought me to the edge then slowed herself right down. As we worked each other into a frenzy, I forced myself up, pushed her onto her hands and knees, and entered her from behind. I grabbed her hips firmly as we quickly built up a rhythm, and as I occasionally pulled back on her hair, I found she was getting close to another orgasm. Her moans and movement were driving me wild, and it seemed my grunts were doing the same for her. Suddenly, almost out of nowhere, she came, gushing all over me. And I too, came with all I had, filling her until it was running down our legs.
Once her spasms subsided, I collapsed on top of her, and we ended up next to each other on the floor trying to catch our breath.
We didn’t say much. Kirsty simply got up, grabbed her clothes, and disappeared upstairs. After ten minutes she shouted that the bathroom was free. I guess that was a hint. I grabbed my clothes and went and got cleaned up. When I’d finished, I headed back downstairs to find Kirsty in new clothes. She smiled and walked towards me, grabbed me by the crotch, kissed me, and told that it was late, and that we should be heading back. Just then, her friend walked through the door. She looked at Kirsty, then at me. She smiled, and turned back to Kirsty.
“Are they mine?” she asked, looking at the clothes.
Kirsty nodded and answered “Yeah, I’ll bring them back tomorrow.”
While looking at me, her friend told her that it was too late for her to head home, and that she may as well stay the night. I just smiled while Kirsty agreed.
I picked up the rest of my things, and Kirsty walked me to the door.
“It’s a shame you have to go.” she told me. ” It was nice meeting you.”
“Yeah?” I replied “It was nice meeting you too.”
“Maybe, we’ll meet again someday?” She asked with that smile on her face.
I smiled back “Hopefully.”
And with that, she kissed me, and closed the door.

THE TASKLIST.

His day has been a long and stressful one. Had it not been for her, his day would have felt much worse. But if it had not been for her, he would have been able to focus on his job.

The two had never met, but had only discovered each other online. He had displayed an appreciation of a post of hers re-posted by a follower of hers that he also follows. She too had shown that she agreed with his re-post of a post from person who followed her. He commented, he commented, they followed each other, and the comments on each others posts became more regular. This lead to conversation, which later lead to more private conversations.

In barely a matter of weeks, these two were talking every day, in an unrestricted manner. They had learned each others backgrounds and preferences, and even started to recognize each others speech patterns. In a short time, they had become attached, important to each other, though they had never met in person.

All that he had to go by was a very nice photograph of her face, and a slightly wider photo of her with either a friend or member of her family. He had asked for more from her, especially more raunchy and racy images and videos from her in the heat of erotic conversation, but she has always refused, due to her self-conscious nature and her personal body issues, usually using bad timing as an excuse. This often disappointed him, as he knew her to be a very beautiful woman from what little he had seen, and when she mentions what she doesn’t like about her body, these were things he liked about her, and he often told her so. He wondered if this thing would ever change.

They had often talked of meeting in person, but distance and a busy life and schedule had not yet been able to allow that. This served to increase the attraction to each other, both wanting the same thing, but being unable to acquire it.

They continued to talk regularly, any time they could get online together, or leaving messages for each other when they couldn’t. But last night he needed her, but she was unavailable. So, after dreaming about her in a number of scenarios, he woke up early to send her this message:

I want you. I want you now. And as I can’t be there, this is what I want you to do for me…

You will need-

A few hours alone, a bottle / can or two of your strongest favourite alcoholic beverage.

Scented candles you like.

Your razor.

Lotion or oil.

Some large towels.

Your fully charged or charging video camera, camera phone, or webcam.

And, if you prefer it, your favourite toy.

Sexy underwear is also optional.

Clean your bedroom. You are not allowed a drink until you have a clear and tidy bed, and a clear floor space. Set up you camera or recording device on top of a large towel either on the floor to give view of the maximum floor space or give full view of the bed as closely as possible.

Run a hot back with plenty of bubbles, light some scented candles.

Now you can start to drink.

Shave your legs and your intimate area. There should be as little hair as possible.

Relax.

When you have finished your bath, take your drink, and a candle with you.

Moisturize. Note, I do not want you to wear any make up, you are not going out, you should be relaxed and natural.

Switch on your camera and start recording. Make sure your toy is next to it, and your drink if you wish.

Take some pictures of yourself. It is ok to use your phone if this is your only recoding device, just be sure to set it to record again in the correct position. Your photos should be of you at all stages, posed as little as possible, with towel, without towel, at varying stages of your grooming regime, dressing, or just disrobing, from varying angels, and in varying parts of your room. Be sure to have good lighting conditions.

Once you are ready, face your recording device, and start to undress. Feel free to have music playing if you wish. Start at a short distance if you can, and slowly make your way to the camera. Record yourself crawling towards the camera, even over it if possible, then slowly stand up. I want to see everything. By now you should be fully naked, and your legs should stay a little more than shoulder width apart. Stand above the camera, keeping yourself in view, then start to play with your hair. I want to see your hands slowly caress your face, neck, shoulders, arms, chest, and then your breasts, squeezing them and playing with your nipples until the are hard. Then continue to slowly slide your hands down your body caressing every part of yourself, front, back and sides, down your thighs, crouching as slowly as you can. Take your time, there’s no rush, smile and look into the camera. Then slowly slide your hands up your inner thigh up to your labia, which I now want you to spread as wide as you can, and show your clit as you stand. Here is where you will spend your time. Caress and play with your vagina, treating your clit the way you know I would, sliding a finger inside once you're nice and wet.

Now feel free to sit down, with your legs open, and be sure you’re close to the camera. I want to see everything from your face to lips between your open legs.

Now play. Do whatever turns you on and makes you cum. If you need to change positions, do so. If you want to use toys, feel free. If you need a drink first, drink again. But keep yourself and your actions in view of the camera. Try to be natural. I want you to show how you would really be as if I were fucking you for real. Try to keep it slow for as long as you can, if and when you can’t take anymore, cum for me, as long and as loud as you want to, as many times as you can handle. And then stay. If you’re not spasming, do it again. If at any point during or after you can take photos of yourself and what you have done, do so.

Once your task is completed, send it all to me at my email address, or if you prefer, I will send you a link to a private shared cloud folder, suitable for bigger files.

I look forward to hearing from you.

The moment he finished work, he switch on his pc to see if she had carried out the task that he had set for her, curious as to what her response would be.