Housemates - 3/3

We just lay there for a while, panting, me on top of her, still inside her, her arms still tied together beneath my weight. A tiny wave of guilt quickly passes through me. I can feel her discomfort, but I also feel a wave of contentment from her, unless I'm reading her incorrectly. I'm sure I heard a satisfactory sound escape her lips. I definitely did when she felt me grow inside her.
She fidgets a little, I take that as sign to get off her, and I hear her take a deep breath when I do.  As I pull out I feel a mix of our fluids follow. I lay next to her, almost behind her. She turns, but with difficulty as her hands are still tied together. I smile, then release her, and she gives a sigh of relief. We lay side to side for a while, staring at the ceiling. after a while, I place an arm around her just as she starts to shiver, and she moves in closer to me and places her head on my chest. I feel content, as though an important task has been completed, and I can just relax. Amelias movements seem to reflect my mood, until she moves.
She started to lightly trail a finger from her left hand in circles around my chest. These circles varied in size, but soon started to travel down my body. Once her fingers passed my navel, they "walked" the rest their journey to their obvious destination. Her caress was gentle, and quickly had me standing to attention. As I stroked her back and handled her curves, I decided to position my hands underneath her to play with her once again, the view of which in the mirror was a sight to behold as she reacted deliciously to my touches. Her hand expertly danced around my pole to her own gentle rhythm until the pole itself started to rock. This felt like her cue. She kissed me lightly on the lips, then proceeded to kiss her way down my body, following the path of her fingers until her lips reached the same destination. Her lips seemed to test me at first, then as her hand slid down my shaft to make way for a more thorough oral examination as swiftly moves to her knees to do so. Her seal was perfect, and her tongue seemed to have a mind of it's own, a plan even. Her every move was deliberate, and as I watch her head move and twist up and down rhythmically in combination with her hands, I again find myself struggling to stay in control. She briefly looks up at me and holds my gaze for a while... she can see it, she literally has me by the... she is in control, and for a moment, I feel powerless. I think I see a smirk on her face... I think she likes it.
I'm not ready for this to end yet. I growl at her and grab her head, initially to gain control of her pace, but instead she stops and moves towards me and positions herself above me before slowly impaling herself as she mounts me. As she gradually builds a rhythm, she blushes, with her arms half-heartedly crossed to cover her chest. Her face is almost as red as I left her behind earlier, especially when I take hold of her wrists and pull her towards me, holding them tightly above my head. I stare into her eyes as she gradually increases her rhythm and gives in to me. I slide my hands down her back grab her bottom tightly, guiding her movements to just the way I want them. She learns quickly. She expertly grinds her way to orgasm after orgasm, and I hold her head in place close to mine so I can stare into her eyes as she cums. One more orgasm has her quietly screaming out, and her body once again starts to convulse. This one was strong, causing her to lose her rhythm. I was now ready.
I took her hand and directed her to sit at the head of her bed with her back to the wall. I struggled to my feet and stood between her parted knees, took hold of her head and firmly guided myself into her eager mouth. She made good use of her hands at first as she twisted them around my length, but I wanted to go deeper. So I gradually pulled her in closer with each thrust, my fingers interlocked and entangled in her hair. I was sure I'd see signs of a struggle, but instead she firmly places her hands on the back of my thighs and pulls herself towards me. She manages to stroke my sack from behind while her tongue expertly works it from the front, the result is a conversation of moans as my reaction feeds hers, which feed me right back, her moans causing a vibrations, adding an extra level of decadence.
Just as I approach the edge, she loosens her grip on me and lowers her hands. I take just enough of a step back to watch as she plays with herself and her breasts but without withdrawing from the warm embrace of her mouth. She looks up at me expectantly. I slow my approach until I hear her reach another orgasm, and I let her moans push me over the edge as I take full control of her head and pump her until I completely fill her mouth to the point she dribbles over her chest. I hear her gulp, then she takes hold of me once more and chases every remaining drop eagerly. I prop myself up against the wall as long as I can, then with her last lick, I collapse almost on top of her, falling next to her on the bed.
I lay, breathless, next to her, looking up at her. I admire her form once more, along with my addition to her skin, and I watch as she uses her finger to scoop what is left of me on her into her mouth, then giving me a sly smile. I grin back. When she is satisfied she has completely cleaned up, she shuffles her way down to my level on the bed and turns to look at me. She seems to be examining my face... as long as she's still smiling, I don't mind. She curls up sidles  in close to me, not doubt to take some of my body heat. I chuckle, I don't mind this either.
She reaches across me to the toast I made for her earlier, and offers me a slice, "No thank you," I respond smiling, I'm not a fan of cold toast, I thought she wasn't either. Maybe she worked up an appetite. She looks up to where the toast was, and a slight puzzled expression flashes on her face. I look back, her cup is missing. It seems it has dropped on the floor during our rigorous session.
I apologies to her for the mess, she simply shrugs and continues to slowly nibble on her cold toast. She's making my hungry, I haven't eaten since lunch time. She is obviously hungry too. I offer to make us both dinner, she thinks about it for a moment, and shyly gives me a counter offer, "I can order a takeaway. We could have it delivered. We could eat it here, if you don't mind answering the door". I smile and nod in agreement to her terms. "Where are you going?" She asks as I force myself out of the bed. "My phone is downstairs, and I want to clean up this mess." I reply, pointing to the spilt coffee. "It's ok," responds "I have my phone here." "Ok, I'll clean this up, while you place the order." I suggest, "I honestly don't mind what we have." Without leaving her position, she looks around for her phone, which I find first and throw to her. She calls out to me, "Jack...", "Yes?" I enquire. She hesitates, then sighs lightly, trying not to bite her lip. I smile, pick up my clothes, and throw her my robe which land over her face. "Hey!" She reacts, but I'm out of the room before she uncovers her face. I throw my clothes into my the room, and find something to clean up the mess in her room. As she looks up at me between menus and smiles, a pleasant reaction to me walking around naked.
When I return, I walk in to find she is wearing my robe, has finished placing our order, and has turned on her TV. She looks cozy. She grins at me and flattens out the bed next to her. "I assume this is where I will be sitting." She nods enthusiastically. I climb on to the bed next to her and wrap an arm around her, but feel somewhat under dressed now. She doesn't seem to mind, so I just make myself comfortable. We watch whatever is on screen without giving it our full attention, but instead seem to fill the time with small talk. She drops hints as to what happened to her today, but doesn't go into great or minor details. We talk about weekend plans, or lack of in my case, and a plethora of other subject. As we talk, I feel us getting closer and closer, our voices get quieter. I have another overwhelming desire to kiss her, but as I am about to go in, the doorbell rings.

Housemates - 2/3

I let Amelia go, and once she gains her breath and stops spasming, she frees herself from the bedpost.With her juices still dripping from my face, I pull her towards me and kiss her passionately. I want her, and I am going to have her, now! I don't care what happened before, or what may happen later, for right now, she is mine.
I unbuckle my belt, and let my trousers drop to the ground and step out of them. I reach for her  hands and untie them, then help he rout of her remaining clothes. The way she looks at me, I have never seen this before. Her tough exterior has melted away, she now seems so small to me as I tower over her. At any other time I would feel the need to protect her, but not now, now she is my beast in taming, my toy, a living doll for me to play with, and I haven't asked for permission.
I turn her around and tie her wrists together behind her back, again, tightly. I step back for a moment to admire her form, a thing of beauty. I grab her and make her take a step back and I begin to circle her. I position her as I want her, slapping her lightly in certain places to adjust her posture, her head position. I place my right foot between hers and knock them to spread them apart. I wish I had my phone with me, I want a picture of her like this to keep.
I step in closer to her and slide the back of my right hand down her right cheek to her neck, over her chest, gently brushing past her right nipple which responded instantly, and over her stomach when I change my hands position to palm side against her skin, and slide my fingers through and neatly kept garden to take a dip the pool formed between her legs. Her gentle gasp is delicious, and I can almost feel waves emanating from her as fingers flick and splash around on her surface before wading in.
My left hand takes hold of her right thigh and starts its journey uphill by making its way around to take a firm hold of her rear, then continues slowly up her back, taking a detour around her arm, up to her shoulder, and lightly holder the back of her neck. I go to kiss her on the side of her neck, but she flinches, so I back off from that area for now.
As I continue to play with her, I observe her sounds and movements, enjoying every gasp and sigh, and the rising of her chest, and the bounce of her breasts with each involuntary reaction. She wants to say something, but she's not, and for now I'm not going to ask her. She'll speak up when she ready.
I slowly withdraw my fingers from within her, to which she reacts by gasping for breath. I give her a moment. She looks at me, waiting to see what I will do next. I walk around and get in close behind her, no doubt she can feel me standing to attention just out of reach of her hands. I slowly raise my left arm, gently grazing her side, and point to her bed, and I whisper directly behind her ear "On your knees!" She then lowers herself on to her bed, turning her head before it hits the sheets. A smile creeps onto my face, as her head is turned towards her mirror, and we find ourselves at the perfect angle to watch each other. I approach her from behind, again admiring her beautiful form, I place my hands on her hips, then I gradually ease myself into her from behind. We groan in unison. I look to the mirror and enjoy the sight of her staring through me with her mouth wide open, and contrast of the colour of her skin is to mine. It has been some time for me since I had last had this kind of experience, so I had to take my time at first, but I managed to adjust and eventually took a less gentle pace with her. She was very tight, but so wet that the combination was perfect. Our rhythmic motion quickly became very comfortable. I very much enjoyed the view of her, both from the mirror and from behind. My hands begin to explore every reachable part of her, examining every spot, every line, every mark and scar. I notice a lack of colour in her cheeks when I have previously added a little. Time to add more. I take my right had a smack her. She gasped and tensed before the strike, forgetting she can see me too. I give her a sly smile, and I think I see her give one back. This disappears with the next strike, much hard than the last. I alternate which cheek I hit between thrusts. There are muffled exclamations of pain, but I think I hear a giggle escape her when my pattern is established. My mixed hint of disappointment and amusement is quickly washed away by the realisation that this is green light to go harder.
With my left hand I take her by the tied wrists and pull. She screams out through gritted teeth, and the look she gives me is reminiscent of when I entered her room unannounced, but she is in no position to fight back. I push deeper into her, faster, harder, occasionally smacking her hard enough to cause her to jolt. The sounds coming from her only serve to build me up and give her more. Eventually the build up is too much, she feels so good around me that I struggle to keep control. I ease my grip on her as I reduce pace to try and compose myself. She grunts and struggles out of my grip but manages to hold onto me, and begins to push back into me, rocking back and forth, a little out of my control, Her movement is making this difficult, I don't think I can hold on much longer. Her grip is tight, not allowing me to back away, but instead she pulls me closer to her until I almost fall on top of her. I wasn't prepared for this. Although I have control of her, I have lost control of myself. I have lost this little battle, and proceed to further give in to the moment. I take hold of her arms and continue to plough into her with all I have. Her screams and moan get louder as I get harder, and again, I'm sure I hear the occasional yes escape her lips. Damn, she feels so good. I can fight it no longer, I let go with a growl and shoot jet after hot jet inside her for what feels like an age, and with the final spurt I collapse on top of her.

Housemates - 1/3

I was so glad for the long weekend ahead. Not that I had any plans, but just the thought of being away from work for two additional days was heaven. It had been a long week, and a particularly long and difficult day. Not what I had sign up for when I chose to work at the office. But at least that and the nightmare staff and customers were finished with for a while.

I stepped into the house, and as usual it was freezing. All the heating had packed up and it had been some time since the landlord had promised to fix it. I drag myself up to my room, throw my things on the floor, and grab my robe before heading downstairs to the kitchen to fetch a beer out of the fridge, slam the door shut, then head to the living room and drop myself on the sofa to take advantage of having an empty house for the weekend as two of the remaining three housemates are away for the weekend. I watch a little TV to try and unwind, only to fall asleep in front of the Simpsons.

I am awoken by some keys in the door, forgetting the remaining housemate. I hear her shake her umbrella then slam the door shut. "Amelia?" I enquire. I hear a sigh as she struggles to remove her boots and stomps her way towards me. I turn and look at her, only to see she's soaked through. She glares at me, "What Jack!?" she sharply asks. "I was just checking it was you. Is it raining?" I ask. She just looks me up an down, failing her attempt not to screw up her face, then leaves without answering, almost stomping her feet up the stairs.

She and I interact daily, but rarely at length, and it's usually restricted to house business. We have lived together for nearly 2 years now. When we first met, she seemed cold, but I knew this wasn't the case after my first conversation with her, she just likes her peace. I can certainly understand that.

I hear her return downstairs and move around the kitchen. Something isn't right, she seems upset or restless, doors and drawers are opened and slammed. "Are you ok?" I shout to her. There is a pause in her movement, then she shortly continues, a little quieter though. When her movement around the kitchen stops, I hear her approach the living room, then she pauses for a while, I don't turn to look at her, I just wait. She then turns and heads back to her room.

This isn't right. I have always liked her, even with her wall, she is hard working and very caring. I have seen her smile, it is a thing of beauty, as is she herself. I force myself out of my seat. We don't need two angry people ruining our long weekend off. I head in to the kitchen, and make some coffee and toast and bring them to her room. When I knock on her door, I hear another sigh and some fumbling before she stomps to the door and opens it slightly. "What?!" She asks me, quietly, but sharply. "I brought you these." I reply, showing her the food. She stares blankly at me before taking them and quietly forces out a "thanks", then closes the door. I sigh, then loudly ask "Do you want to talk about it?". I hear her place the cup and plate down before opening the door to me. She questions my motives, then what follows is the only argument we have ever had. Whatever happened to her today was being taken out on me, and as this was already the day I thought I had left behind, I retaliated in kind. This was not me, I don't argue, and the more I did, the more upset I got. I had always been attracted to her, but for the sake of a peaceful house I had never attempted to cross that line. Now  I find myself fighting with her over nothing, both of us fuelled by anger built up throughout the day. I pause a moment while she continues to rant, and find myself noticing she is not fully dressed. I have seen her in less, but something about her right now has captivated me. She catches me looking at her, and I see an explosion of rage build up in her face before she slams the door in mine. Damn.

I go to walk away, but find myself entering her room to apologise. She looks at me in shock, I have never entered her room before, this was against our unspoken rules. "What are you doing?!" She asks and she points at the door. "I just wanted to apologise," I start to say before she cuts me off. "What gives you the right to come into my room?!" She protests as she starts to push me back. But before I leave, I fight back "Look! You're not the only person to have the occasional bad day," I exclaim, "All I wanted to do was check on you and make sure you ok! Excuse me for trying to do something nice!". "Yeah, well, there's no need," she replies "I can take care of myself!". "I know that," I reply, "I was just...!" I struggle to find my next words, meanwhile her face is in mine, almost taunting me. I look at her, her eyes, her lips, and then I lose control of myself, and kiss her, to which she instantly slaps me, hard. The shock hits us both, and there a moment of silence. I take a step back, nodding, and just before I turn to walk away, Amelia reaches out in a half hearted attempt to stop me and apologies, but she stops herself. I make it as far as the door, but something makes me stop and slowly turn around. I see a confused look on her face as she can't read me or what I'm about to do. My anger had passed before I reached the door, I am now appearing calm as I walk towards her, she tries to take a step back, but her back is against the wall, and as I reach her, I grab her arms tightly, and kiss her again, this time deliberately. I feel her at first trying to move with the intent to fight me off, but my hold is strong and before long her struggle lessens.

After five minutes I stop kissing her, her face is still in a state of anger, but her struggle against me stops. I let her go, and she slaps me again, but not as hard. The expression on my face causes her eyes to widen in what I assume is a little fear. I grab her by the throat, and kiss her again. I can feel her pulse racing in my hand. I'm a big guy, but she is a fighter, she could end this any time she chooses, but she doesn't. She does slap me once more though, and I think I see a smirk on her face. I then throw her to her bed, after which she looks back at me like a woman ready to fight, but there is not much of one. We enter somewhere new, where she seemingly accepts the role of being my prey.

I reach for her, grabbing her legs and pulling her towards me, my hands works my way up them until I reach her panties, which I pull off with ease. Before her legs close I see a glistening spot between them. I climb on to the bed and drag her to the foot of it, overcoming her half-hearted resistance and bending her over my knees, holding her down with my left arm. I raise her blouse up of her rear end and subject her a few hard strikes with my right hand. She jolts with each one, and then I squeeze each cheek before subjecting her to more spankings, not stopping until her behind is red. I let her loose and she rises to her feet, glaring at me with what can only be described as fake anger as rub her behind. I look her up and down, and I see the curiosity in her eyes as she looks back. I slowly stand up and walk towards her, towering over her, I almost hear her heart pounding as I slowly remove my robe and hold on to the tie before I let it drop to the floor. I take hold of her left wrist, and she voluntarily offers me her right at the same time, and I tie them together, tightly, at which she winces a little when I pull. I point to a post at the head of her bed, indicating where I want her, and she obeys without hesitation. She hooks her tied hands over the post, and I pull her feet towards me, stretching her out, limiting her movement. I forcefully part her legs and kneel between them, holding her in place, and ripping her blouse open to reveal her mismatched bra. I slowly examine her body from her breasts down to her wet patch, then back up to meet her eyes. I can see she's a little uncomfortable, but I wasn't going to make that any better. Placing my left hand on her hip to hold her, I start to spread her lips a little to get my fingers wet, then, with my eyes fixed on hers, I playfully tease her button, causing her to gasp and squirm. Hearing hers whimpers is quite pleasurable, and her movements are mouth watering. I decide I want to taste her, so I shuffle back and lower my head to her stomach,  and start to kiss my way downwards. She struggles a little more, and I think I hear a "no" escape her breath, but I ignore it. I kiss my way to her thighs, alternating between each inner thigh as I make my way up to where they meet in the centre. She gasps sharply as I take one quick, strong lick up the centre, then I slowly circle her button with my tongue before gradually working it's way into her entrance. She tastes sweeter than I imagined. The more she struggles, the tighter I grip her waist. It seems she cannot decide if her legs want to grip my head tightly, or kick me away, but I gave her no choice, I wanted her to suffer. I tease her, never letting her reach the edge. I want to drive her as crazy as she drives me, every time she passes me on the landing wearing nothing but a towel, every time I walk past her room hearing her muffled whimpers coupled with that buzzing toy of hers that does the job I have always desired to do, every time she smiles at me, all the little seemingly insignificant things she does that get my pulse racing. Well now her pulse is racing too, and there is nothing she can do about it. But this is cruel. I hear her short breaths, she wants it to end, I can feel it. I want her to tell me, I want her to ask for it, beg for it even. Right now she is under my control, and I like it. My mind wonders, thinking about what I could do, what I could make her do, I may never get another chance to live out all my fantasies of her. My train on thought is broken by her as she cries out. I will let her have this. I speed up, I apply more pressure to and around her delicious nub, her body somehow raises before she cries out again and splashes my face in her mini climax. This is satisfying, I could do this all day, a notion she will no doubt come to appreciate as I show no sign of decreasing. Her leg starts to tremble and her breathing becomes laboured. No, I won't stop, not yet. This isn't over, not by a long shot.

Busy Man.

Time is something I never have, or at least have very little of. It is the most valuable thing to me.

I was raised to be responsible, by my ever logical, reasonable, and hard working father, and my industrious, strict, and religious mother. The person I became has to help those in need when it is within my power to do so. It helps to know that my friends are looked after, for if they can't find what they need, I can either find it, or provide it. And they have always been grateful, even providing gifts to show their gratitude.
But this is it. This is all I have. And while it's nice there are two things I like that I just can't get, peace (time to myself), and intense (or excessive) carnal pleasure.
They say nice guys finish last, and that is true in my experience. But why. Why do the "not-so-good" guys get "all the fun"? How do they do it? If that's what I want, should I change? Where am I going wrong?

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.