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.

Candy Cane Part Three

I think my boss is calling my name, but it’s just background noise to me. I can’t be bothered to talk to him anyway, he broke my computer. I keep turning the key, but it just won’t start. I tried putting the mouse in second gear, but nothing happens. He comes over and gives me a push, but there’s no response. He keeps on pushing, harder and harder, but still nothing. Finally, he rolls me over to the other seat, and then starts running his hand up the inside of my leg. I quickly and instinctively bat his hand away as I sit upright.

“Ow!” That’s my wife’s voice “What’s wrong?” she asks.

“Sorry” I quickly reply “I think I was dreaming.”

She gives me a puzzled look, then chuckles to herself. Then she brings me to reality. “What are we going to do tomorrow?”

I’ve not checked whether the car is drivable since I got back from work. I’ve not seen the full extent of any damage, and I’ve not yet made the necessary calls to get our car repaired, or see to a courtesy vehicle.

Our original plan was to take a drive in any random direction and spend the day and night somewhere we’ve never been before. It’s the 8 year anniversary of the first time we spent 24 hours together. I have to be honest, that doesn’t mean much to me, but when she mentions things like that, I feel I should put some effort into making it more of a special occasion for her. But I don’t know what I’ going to do now, this time, our travel plans may be in jeopardy.

“We can’t leave as early as we planned, if at all. I’ll take a look at the car first thing in the morning, then call who I need to as soon as the lines are open.”

She doesn’t respond, but instead tries to hide a dejected expression.

“It’s ok” I try to reassure her, console her “don’t worry about it.”

She forces a smile.

I pull her close to me and plant a kiss on her forehead. Her smile becomes more genuine, which ignites a bigger smile from me. She switches on her bedside lamp, and switches the main light off, before rejoining me on the bed. I pull her onto my lap where she curls up and rests her head on my chest with my arms wrapped around her. We’re quiet for a while, listening to each other breathing.

I break the silence “Remember the beach?” I can’t see her face, but I know she’s smiling. I momentarily squeeze her a little tighter, then start rubbing her shoulder, then her neck, before kissing it, then biting it.

“Still hungry?” she asks jokingly “’cause I am.” And with that, she moves back, and quickly buries her head in my lap, using her tongue to get things started. This caught me off guard, but two can play this game.

I shuffle down the bed, which doesn’t break her rhythm, then I grab her legs to position her over my face. I grab her hips and pull her in to me. The second my tongue makes contact with her; I feel her gasp sharply, breaking her rhythm, which she shortly follows with muffled moan. Then I start to build a rhythm of my own, which messes with hers. She struggles to continue her oral assault and eventually gives in to my hungry retaliation. She props herself up with one hand on the bed, and starts playing with my stiffening member with the other, something she can never master while I’m busily lapping at her increasingly wet crotch. I hear her light whimpers and moans between her heavy breathing, and can feel her arms becoming increasingly weak. So push up on her, signalling a slight position change. She spins around 180 degrees and I guide her onto my face. I continue to feast on her as she supports herself by leaning on the wall above me. She likes to move around in this position, so I grab her ass to make sure I retain some control of what’s happening to her. As her thighs close around my ears I can just about hear her heavy sighs. Not wanting to leave what she has started, she leans back and reaches around to continue wanking me. She still struggles, but she seems so much wetter since taking hold of me. Just as she starts to slow down, and her breathing becomes shallower, I stop and pull away from her, which stirs a loud moan of disappointment from her. Instead, I command that she get up and sit on top of me. She quietly obeys. She expertly positions herself and lowers herself onto me, and lets out a quiet but highly arousing breathy moan. The effect that has on me is evident to her, which I can see in the widening of her eyes, and only arouses me further. She very quickly gains control of herself and proceeds to ride me like the expert jockey she is. I become mesmerized by her, the way she holds up her hair, the look in her eyes, the shape and movement of her mouth, the bouncing of her breasts, and the increasing momentum of her hips. I grab hold of those hips and add my power to hers as my hips involuntarily start to cooperate with them. She keeps at a steady pace as she starts to move her hips in a more circular motion, knowing full well that this drives me insane. I see the hint of a smirk on her lips, which soon melts away as she changes once again. She lowers her arms and holds herself up by pinning my arms down, and starts to rock her body back and forth. The view I have of her breasts swaying back and forth, hovering millimetres above my face arouses me further still, which again encourages a breathy moan from her. I reach up to squeeze one pendulous breast and bite and suck on her nipple, occasionally switching to the other, and back again. As I notice the sweat forming around her neck and chest, my other hand follows one bead down her back, as I aim to squeeze her ass, then I take one finger and insert it into her anus. She gives a moan of acceptance. She keeps her pace steady, and between breaths we exchange tongue fuelled kisses. Eventually I force another position change. I roll her onto her back and stand next to her, and take her head and guide it towards me, and she responds instinctively by taking me deep into her throat. I run my hand up her leg and insert two fingers inside her, and start massaging her g-spot. With her spread out on the bed, hungrily sucking and lapping at my dick, I raise one knee on to the bed to give her better access, as well as making it easier for myself to rub her increasingly wet pussy. She caresses my balls with one hand, and reaches down to rub her clit with the other. The sight of this is starting to drive me to the edge. Soon, her muffled moans on enjoyment prove to be too much for me. I raise my other leg onto the bed and straddle her and, taking my cock in my own hand start to wank over her and she continues to finger herself, and play with her breasts with her free hand. She senses that I’m close, raises her head with her mouth open expectantly. Eventually, she brings herself to orgasm, which in turn causes me to cum, squirting over her chest and neck. This sparks a satisfying grin from her as she moves in to lap up every last drop from me. I collapse next to her, spent and unable to move.

We lie still together for a while, before she plants a kiss in my cheek and gets up to clean herself off once again. When she returns, she hops into bed, gives me another kiss and cuddles up to me.

Before falling asleep she quietly tells me “Don’t worry about tomorrow, we’ll come up with something, we always do.” I smile at her and give her a kiss on the forehead before telling her goodnight, and wishing her sweet dreams.

Our First Date.

They often passed each other in the street. They didn't know each other, but friends of one knew the family of the other. They had met before on a few occasions, but they only knew enough about each to put a face to a name.

Jack bought a new phone, he likes his new toys, so when he received his eagerly expected delivery, he started to play with it straight away. He switched it on, read any and all details that came up, and followed all the preliminary setup options. Upon completion he proceeded to check though all of his contact details, making sure there was nothing missing so that he could start to use his new phone immediately. He continued to play with his new toy, and discovered the option to connect to a variety of social networks. He had already joined some, so he decided to connect to them using his new phone. This presented him with the option to connect existing contacts and to find and suggest new ones. And then her face appeared. Han, this girl he often passed in the street, this old acquaintance he barely knew was now an option to connect to on his phone. Curiosity nudged him to send her a friend request, and within 30 minutes he received a notification that she had accepted his request. This caused him to smile. He looked through her posts in an attempt find out how closely they were connected, as well as to get familiar with her humour and way of thinking, and he soon found that they had a lot in common. As well as finding out that she was as young minded as he was, he found her to be very similar to him and his manner of thinking, but with a strong feminine twist. This intrigued him. If they were so similar, and had many of the same friends and interests, as well as living less than a 30 minutes drive from each other, why did they not know each other better? He had to pursue this further. He kept an eye on her posts, and eventually spotted one that he could comment on. She liked his comment, so he commented on another. This went on for a the next 24 hours at random intervals, until eventually she started to respond to his comments in a similarly witty style, to which he at first would show he liked them before deciding to respond to others. Before too long they  were engaging in extended small talk, never taking it seriously, just trying to make each other smile and laugh.

Similar interests lead Han and Jack to stumble across the same movie advertisement. Han posted that she needed to see this movie, in a manner that suggested that nobody would go with her. Jack picked up on this and asked when she was going to see it. She responded saying that she didn't want to go alone. Perfect. Jack, in an almost heroic tone tells her that he wants to see the movie too, and would gladly go with her. She accepts his offer, and they arrange the time and date.

Jack made no effort to dress up. He turned up at the cinema relatively early, and bought two tickets and something to drink, he sat and watched people go about their business as he waited for Han to turn up, expecting her to be a little late. But he could not hide the surprise on his face as not only did she turn up early, but she was dressed in such a way that left him almost speechless.

"Hi" It took Jack every bit of breath he had left to greet her quietly.

She replied with an almost nervous smile "Hi".

Jack was now feeling a little nervous, Jack doesn't get nervous. He remembers the first time he met Han, she was 15 years old, and he was 22 and had driven his mother to her friends house, Hans parents. Han was short, but was a big girl, and she never smiled, at least not that he could see, but he had only seen her for two minutes on that day, as she disappeared upstairs to her room. And now, ten years later, she was a stunning image of beauty with a smile that distracted from all the make-up she had applied unnecessarily.

"I have got the tickets," Jack informed her, "I hope you don't mind. Can I buy you a drink?"

"A coke please" she replied, reaching for her purse. He placed his hand over hers to stop her, then reached for his wallet. He apologized for being under dressed, but she assured him he looked good. He thought he spotted a glint in her eye as she said it, but then dismissed it as wishful thinking.

They sat and talked for a while before heading in to see the movie. Upon entry they quickly agreed on where to sit, and once seated, they briefly commented on the upcoming movies trailers. They surprised each other with their similar movie tastes and how much they had in common.

Eventually the movie started, and they sat and watched it quietly. The laughed at the same moments, and seemed to find all of the same parts equally entertaining. At the end of the movie, they both stayed to see if there would be any hidden extras at the end of the movies closing credits, something neither of their friends ever did. Upon leaving the screen they discussed various point of the movie they enjoyed, and as they approached the exit, there was a moment of silence as they slowed down.

"There's a Italian place just across the road," Jack announced, "Are you hungry?"

Han grinned "I could eat."

So they exited the cinema, and made their way to the restaurant. The were quiet on their approach to the road, so Jack politely offered his arm, hoping she would take it. She smiled, and silently accepted his invitation, using the opportunity to pull herself closer to him. The two were now grinning uncontrollably as the crossed the road. Closing in on the restaurant door Jack stepped ahead and opened the door for Han, to which she made a cheeky comment. The restaurant was busy, but there was no wait for a table for two. They were given a small table and were seated opposite each other. Their drink order was taken, and the were left to peruse the menu. Jack already knew what her wanted before stepping through the door, but he waited patiently for Han to narrow her choice and eventually pick her dish, just in time for the waitress who brought their drink to take their food order.

They drank and talked a little. The subjects started with family, and then moved on to friends, then work, then a history of interests. Every now and again one would catch the other looking into their eyes, then nervously look away, smiling. Jack listened intently to her talk about one of her friends in depth, and watched as she gestured, stroked her glass, and bit her lip. His gazes caught her attention, and she started to trail off. She noticed his hand slowly making it's way across the table, almost unaware that her foot was making it's way to his under the table. Once they hand made physical contact with each other, they smiled nervously, avoiding eye contact, but this was cut short by the arrival of their food.

"Mmmmmm", they expressed their approval at the view of their food in unison and giggled. They enjoyed their meal, and even decided to indulge on having dessert, sharing the largest one they could agree on. They drank and talked some more, and suddenly realised just how late it was getting.

"Do you have to be up in the morning?" Han asked as she checked her phone.

"No." Jack replied, "Sorry, I never thought. I guess you should be getting back."

"I'm ok," she responded, "I have no plans tomorrow, so I may stay in bed" she giggled.

Jack paid the bill, despite Hans objection to split it, they left the restaurant slowly, and lingered for a while.

"Where are you parked?" Han asked.

"I have no car." Jack responded.

"How did you get here?"

"I took the bus."

"It's after midnight now, there are no buses. How are you going to get back?"

"I have feet, I can walk."

She looks at him, puzzled. "How far do you live from here?" She asked with one arm folded, twirling her keys.

"About 8 miles." He said, almost sheepishly.

She glared at him. "I'm over here," she pointed at the road next to the cinema, "I'll take you home".

He followed her with his hands in his pockets as she sauntered over the road to her car and let him in. She asked him to direct her to his place, and turned her radio down as she started her car. Here is where she seemed the most relaxed, which brought out the more cheeky side of her during conversation. They talked about more random things, school life, tv, food, and before they knew it, they were parked outside his house. However, they continued to talk in her car until 3am.

"Have you got a bathroom?" She asked, fidgeting in her seat.

"No." He replied softly, shaking his head.

She glared at him again. "Boy, show me to your bathroom!" She ordered.

He laughed and reached for his keys, "Come on." He instructed, patting her on the leg, "excuse the state of my house though," he requested with a false confidence,  "I wasn't expecting company."

He let her into his house, and lead her into his empty living room with nothing but a sofa and a tv, and directed her to the bathroom. While she was gone he put the heating on, and filled the kettle. As she descended the stairs, he asked her if she would like a drink.

"I'll have a coffee please." She answered.

"Sorry, I haven't got any coffee."

She sighed. "Have you got anything thing a little stronger?" She enquired.

"I have vodka, but that's about it. Vodka and lemon with ice?"

"Ooh, yes please" she nods excitedly. She then makes herself comfortable on his sofa, and they continue to converse shouting to each other. She asks about the house and his ex, and he gives honest and truthful but short answers. After bringing in her drink, he sits with his hot chocolate drink, and after a few minutes of chat, there is a moment of silence.

"My feet hurt," Han exclaims, "but I don't want to take my shoes off, your floor looks cold".

"Looks cold?" Jack laughs, "Here..." he lifts his drink and pats his laps, "rest them on me".

Han grins broadly, kicks off her high heels, shuffles back into the sofa, and swings her legs around to get into a comfortable position. A giggle escapes her lips as she straightens her skirt. She picks up her drink and sips it, then raises her arms as she stretches her body and then relaxes. She catches Jacks glance as he quickly and almost involuntarily takes the opportunity to look her up and down. Jack then reaches for a cushion to place under her feet, attempting to keep her feet away from his crotch, hiding his physical reaction to the view. This made Han smile. She looked Jack up and down and bit her lip slightly, then quickly finished the rest of her drink.

"Can I have another?" She asked Jack, shaking her glass.

"Sure" He responds. He takes her glass and lifts her legs with one hand, and heads to the kitchen to deal with her request. When he returns with Hans drink, he looks at her almost puzzled. Something is different about her, and he cannot tell what, but he thinks he detects a hint of a mischievous smile, but not enough to question her about it, as she is hiding it well. He hands her her drink, and gets back into position, but it doesn't feel the same as when he left.

"Where's the cushion gone?" He quietly asks.

"Sorry," Han replies, "I wanted it for my back. Is that ok? Do you need it back?"

"N-no, it's fine," he responds, "I just wondered." Jack now feels a little less comfortable, but tries to overcome it.

Han starts flexing her feet and wiggling her toes, gently rubbing against Jacks crotch. She starts to feel him grow. Jack shuffles a little.

"Are your feet still aching?" Jack asks.

"They are, just a little."

"Would you like me to rub them for you? I've been told I'm quite good at that".

Han smiles, "Yes please, if you don't mind".

"Not at all."

Jacks turns his body a little, and sits back just far enough to get a good handle of her feet. He strokes them firmly and slowly at first to warm them up, and then he gets to work flexing her feet, then massaging them. He knows his way around feet, and knows he can manipulate her whole body with this single process, but he fights the growing urge to arouse her this way, opting to try and stay gentlemanly and not cross any boundaries. Han starts to relax even more, enjoying Jack expert handling of her feet, and her legs start to part, also causing her skirt to rise. This does not escape Jacks attention, and it causes him to speak a little quieter, slow his movements, and lighten his pressure. Han looks up and notices his distraction, and she likes it. She purposefully widens her legs a little more, and smiles to herself as it produces the desired reaction in Jack. Jack continues to massage and converse, though distracted, and as he has involuntarily tried to avoid eye contact, he has barely notice as Hans skirt has now been raised almost to her waist. Her thong was now in full view. Jack eventually noticed, but again, tried to be polite, however he was not doing a good job of it, but he did fail to notice a damp patch forming. Han was now getting impatient, as she could not see how she cold be more obvious about what she wanted. So she tried an even more direct approach.

"Can you switch feet again please?" She asked as he had been rubbing one foot a lot more than the other since she had distracted him. He took the other foot, and she took the opportunity to stretch out her newly released leg, touching Jacks stomach in the process. She then rested that leg in a position that gave her foot access to Jacks crotch. She then started to flex and stretch this foot, and gradually start to rub his manhood, seemingly in an innocent manner. But as it became more erect, her movements became more deliberate. This weakened Jack, his defenses were dropping fast. As he started to rub her ankles and higher, his gaze slowly drifted up her legs, to her now wet crotch which he could not ignore, then up her body, past her heaving chest to hip lower lip, which was firmly between her teeth. His eyes then jumped to hers. All bets were off. Jack could no longer hold back. Knowing she was already aroused, her built on that, adding a sensuality to his foot rubbing. Han began to react accordingly, stroking her neck, then her chest, and then unbuttoning her blouse to access her breasts. She finished her drink, put down her glass, and ran her other hand up her leg slowly until she had reached her damp patch. She couldn't wait any longer. She pulled her thong to one side and started to stroke her wet lips, teasingly, her eyes letting Jack know what she wanted him to do. He lifted her feet, and kissed them and continued to ply her legs with kisses, trailing them up to her inner thigh. He then remove her hand, and lightly kissed her on her wet lips, causing her to moan. He licked her lips, and then kissed them passionately. She held on to his head, never wanting to let him go. His kisses we soft at first, but he soon increased his intensity, giving her sticky pussy all the tongue he could, her moans egging him on to do more. He then moved his attention to her clit, licking it softly at first, letting his fingers slowly enter her sopping hole, and once two were fully inside her, he gently massaged her gspot, and increase his oral activity on her clit. She couldn't take anymore, and she quickly came, squirting all over his hand. Noting that she was soaking his sofa, she tried to pull away and apologize, but he wouldn't let her, and his tongue took away her ability to speak coherently. She screamed as she came again unexpectedly, following that with a growl. This was like a switch to him, and he now needed to enter her. He continued to finger her relentlessly, and reverted back to plying her with kisses traveling up her body. By now her blouse was open and she have removed her bra just in time for him to give her breasts she attention they desired. He licked, nipped and sucked on her until she took hold of his head and passionately kissed him on the lips.

"Fuck me." She requested between breaths and kisses. He didn't reply, but continued to kiss her on her lips, neck, chest, and back up again. She bit his lip, hard. He growled loudly and pulled back and stood up. The look on his face scared her. She recoiled as he reached for her wrist and pulled her up. She tried to fight him, but he was too strong for her, and her heart wasn't fully in resisting. He lead her to the arm of the sofa and bent her over it, the pulled her thong down and off. She could feel more of her juices drip down her leg as she heard a shuffling behind her, and then recognised the sound of a belt buckle hitting the floor. She let out a yelp ass she felt his hand sharply across her ass. He spread her legs and teased her pussy a little more before very slowly pushing his hard throbbing cock deep into her tight, wet, warm pussy. She felt like heaven to him. It had been so long since he had fucked a girl, that he was not prepared for how good she felt. It took everything he had not to lose his load in the first few minutes. He screwed her slow and deep until he could compose himself properly, and then he increased his pace. It wasn't long before he was pound her hard, being continually turned on by her moans and screams into the cushion she was gripping. The seems to be fucking for hours, Hans voice was starting to get horse. Three times she came, each time harder than the last, Han became more vocally expressive with each orgasm. As she gushed all over both of them and the floor, she lost the ability to stand straight. He slowed his onslaught, not stopping, but giving her a chance to breath.

"C-cum for me." Han requested, barely able to speak. He wanted to, but not 'there', not yet. He backed out of her, causing her to sigh with a moan, as more of her juice ran down her legs. He then grabbed her skirt and pulled her up, turn her around and kissed her hard while gently stroking her now sore pussy. He back her against the wall, and grabbed her hand, bringing it to his throbbing cock covered in her juices. She knew what to do. She explored his erection with her hands, stroking it lightly, getting a feel of it, and watching his reaction. She was a quick study. With her back to the wall, she slowly crouched and took one long look at his manhood before licking his head, making Jack flinched. He loved the way she handled him, the way her lips and tongues felt on and along his penis, so when she finally took his length fully into her mouth, he knew it would be a short amount of time before he would finish. She looked up at him occasionally staring into his eyes, and then would lose herself again in the act of pleasuring him orally. She used one hand to gently caress his balls, and after playing with her pussy and getting her fingers wet, would reach up and place then in his mouth. She was now in full swing. She reached out for his hands and placed them behind her head, then placed her hands around his thighs, pulling her in closer. She gradually worked up to taking his entire length, moaning with delight as he pulled head in close to assist. He was now fucking her face, hard, and she was enjoying every second of it, and could also feel her reward was close. She again played with his balls in an attempt to speed him up, meanwhile playing with her soaking wet pussy bringing herself close to another orgasm. He moans vibrated through both of their bodies, help him get to the point where he could no longer hold back. He pulled out of her mouth and reached for her hand, she understood. She took and firm grip and jerked him for all she was worth, then he took over and command she open her mouth. She obeyed with a smile, presenting her breasts to him as a secondary target. He held himself extremely close to the edge for some time, and one lick from her brought him over it, causing him to orgasm violently shooting jets of hot cum into her mouth and over her face, dripping down her chin and onto her chest. She waited patiently as he finished cumming over her, then, looking him directly in the eyes, she brought her breasts to her mouth and licked up all she could reach, swallowing every last drop, all with a huge grin on her face.

Jack stumbled and fell onto the sofa, lacking the energy to even speak. He reached out to Han who stood up and, still dripping, made her way over to him. She planted herself next to him, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight, both breathing heavily. They both fell asleep in this position, only to be awoken by Hans phone at 8am. She quickly rush to answer it, it was her parents, checking she was ok. She tried to fix herself while looking at Jack, and she grinned at him, when she uttered the words "I stayed the night at a friend's". She hung up, and once again planted herself next to him. They looked at each other and giggled, they were still a mess.

"Can I use your bathroom?" She asked as she removed her skirt and started to gather her clothes.

"No." Jack replied softly, shaking his head with a cheeky grin.

She hit him with her clothes and headed towards the bathroom. Once Jack heard the shower come on, he headed into his bedroom and found a towel for her to use, He knocked on the bathroom door before placing the towel over it. Once she had finished showering, she left the bathroom with the towel wrapped around her, and made her way downstairs where Jack cleaned up. He smacked her on the ass told her it was his turn. He quickly stripped and jumped in the shower, and smiled to himself as he did so. When he had finished, he noticed how hungry he was, and reasoned that Han would be too. He brushed finish his bathroom routine, dried himself, got dressed, and headed towards the kitchen, past a smiling Han who was busy on her phone.

"Do you have a charger I can use?" She asked him, shouting through to the kitchen.

Jack directed her to where he kept it, and when he noticed that he had no food in the house, he announced he was going out, and would be back shortly.

He ran to the cafe around the corner, and grabbed a selection for them to eat, as well as a coffee for Han, then rushed back to the house. When he entered the house, Han was standing in front of him, waiting patiently, wearing nothing but one of Jacks shirt and a smile.

"You had nothing planned today, right?" She asked with a mischievous tone.

Jack looked her up and down and smiled.