Desires

by Holly J. Gill

  “Er, thank you,” she said, distracted by the other girl walking sexily back to her desk, holding eye contact with her. She took hold of her bag and turned to the stairs.

  The girl suddenly spoke. “If you need anything, Stacie, please don’t hesitate to ask me, my name’s Bailey,” she said. “You can ask for me any time.”

  “Thank you, Bailey, I might do that,” Stacie replied cautiously, continuing toward the stairs.

  At the top she glanced back at the receptionist desk seeing Bailey watching her, she smiled again. Stacie couldn’t make up her mind about Bailey, something didn’t add up. She dismissed her concerns with a shrug. Bailey was probably just being nice, as she was the night she talked to her on the front step.

  Stacie continued her journey down the corridor, her steps becoming lighter and faster as she approached the door. She knocked lightly and in a matter of seconds the door opened. Stacie saw Dan’s face split in a glorious smile. Her own lips widened involuntarily and she smiled back.

  “Hello,” he said. He stepped forward at the same time she did and held her in a tight hug, before coming toward her to kiss her on the lips, a kiss of such sweet deliciousness, Stacie’s knees felt quite wobbly. She felt his hand relieving her of the bag and he pulled away, gazing down at her with radiant eyes. “How are you?”

  “Wonderful, now I’m finally here.”

  “I got your message,” he said, moving into the room. Stacie followed him, hardly believing she had managed to finally be with him.

  “I’m really sorry about making you wait.”

  “Don’t worry about it, it was well worth the delay,” he said, closing the door behind her.

  He put her bag on the floor next to the wardrobe and headed toward the small table, which held an ice bucket with a wine bottle poking out the top, and two crystal glasses.

  “I thought you wouldn’t mind me ordering a bottle,” he said, popping the cork and filling their glasses.

  “No, not at all,” she said, taking the glass from him and taking a sip. She felt the effects instantly on her empty stomach and closed her eyes, feeling the warmth spreading through her body.

  “Are you hungry?” he said softly.

  “Totally starving.”

  She drank half the glass then walked to the bedside cabinet, putting the glass on it. She took off her coat and hung it in the wardrobe, then started to unpack her bag. She had just hung the final item up when she felt Dan’s arms creeping round her from behind, stopping her in her tracks.

  “What are you starving for?” he asked, his hands moving from her waist to her hips. She licked her lips and felt her body tremble. She pressed her body back against his, feeling his body heat through her clothes. His hands moved forward, sliding over her tummy, and started to unfasten the buttons of her jacket.

  “You look gorgeous, by the way,” he murmured in her ear. “This whole businesswoman look suits you.” He slid the jacket off her shoulders and laid it over the end of the bed.

  Stacie turned around, missing his touch even for the one brief second it took for him to come back to her. He was wearing a black shirt with only one button done up, teamed with black jeans. She grabbed his belt and pulled him back to her.

  His eyes were full of cheek and they glowed, sparkling in the subtle light. His stubble was just the right length to be sexy and not scruffy. His hair was slightly tousled and begging to be rumpled. It really didn’t matter what he wore or the way he looked he still made her go weak.

  “There is only one thing I am starving for,” she replied, pushing him back onto the bed. Off guard, he fell. Stacie lunged forward, landing on him, her skirt riding up to her waist as she straddled him. It was time she took control. Stacie took hold of his hands and pulled them up above his head, restraining him. She stared down at him, then leaned forward, pressing her lips against his.

  Stacie kissed him deeply, tasting him, dipping her tongue into his mouth, rolling her tongue around his. She’d never been aggressive in bed, and she began to wonder why not. She sat back up, staring down at his face. She glanced down at herself. Her suspenders and lace-topped stockings were fully on show, and it was clear Dan hadn’t missed them either.

  All week Stacie had pictured him, impatient to see his face, craving to have his body respond to hers. She had a sudden urge to ring Chrissie to say thank you. If it hadn’t been for her Stacie might not be here with him captured underneath her. But perhaps not right now.

  She stared down at him, so glad she had finally got up the courage to come back. Her whole body tingled with excitement. She clenched her inner muscles and wriggled, feeling him beneath her. He smiled up at her, making no effort to free himself. It was clear he was quite enjoying being her captive. Stacie moved back down onto his lips, kissing him lightly then moved across his cheek, before proceeding to his ear lobe, nibbling it. She released his hands, to run her own through his hair, feeling the soft curls as she kissed his neck. Freed, his hands immediately went down to her thighs, caressing the skin above her stocking tops. She sat back up and gazed down at him, trailing her fingers down his chest. She felt his fingers move up, to caress the crease where her thighs and buttocks joined. She shivered as he came within a hairsbreadth of her pussy, then wandered away again. Then his hands grabbed her bottom full on and he flipped her over onto her back, her feet dangling over the side of the bed.

  He knelt over her and pulled her skirt fully up to expose her satin panties, surrounded by the lacy garter belt. He very deliberately traced one finger lightly up the satin triangle. Stacie couldn’t help letting out a moan. He moved across to the suspenders, running his finger down the elastic to where they joined her stockings.

  “Have you been wearing these all day at work?”

  Stacie nodded with a grin.

  “Have you been thinking about me?”

  She nodded again.

  “And have you been thinking about what I’d do to you when I got hold of you?”

  “Fuck, yeah,” she breathed, pushing up to him invitingly. He took hold of her satin panties and slid them down over her stockings and off her feet, still wearing her high heels.

  “Stockings and high heels. Sometimes the old ones are the best,” he said, as he stared down at her smooth, fresh pussy. She smiled delightedly as she watched his reaction. She’d shaved the night before. He knelt down on the floor before her and spread her legs wide, just staring before he dove in. Stacie reached behind her and grabbed handfuls of the bed cover as his agile tongue licked and stroked and sucked. His hands cupped her bottom and he lifted her up to him, as if he were trying to take her whole pussy into his mouth at once. He flicked his tongue over her clit, then down her sensitive lips to her pussy entrance, diving in as deep as he could before coming out and repeating the process.

  He kissed down one inner thigh to her stocking top, before coming back up again and down the other side. He came back to her pussy and inhaled deeply.

  “You smell so good,” he said before burying his head once more between her thighs.

  Stacie wriggled and moaned, her hands blindly opening and closing. She thrust her pussy shamelessly into his face, feeling her crest approaching.

  “Not yet, baby,” he said, coming up for air. She wriggled up the bed, her head on the pillows. Dan hovered over her before taking her face in his hands and kissing her. She could taste herself on him, that curious tangy sweetness that was like nothing else. He started to unfasten the buttons of her blouse. Her hands went to his shirt, undoing the one button that held it shut. He kissed her breasts as he exposed them, rising in creamy mounds out of her black lace bra. He peeled away one cup, popping her nipple out, and fastened his mouth over it, while he caressed the other, stroking and gently squeezing her nipple.

  He sat up to take his shirt off, and Stacie took the opportunity to wriggle out of her blouse and unclip her bra.

  “You’re still far too overdressed,” he said, looking down at her skirt. Stacie lowered the zip and lifted her bott
om so he could pull the skirt off. She went to unfasten the garter belt, but his hand stayed her. “You can leave that on,” he said, a twinkle in his eye.

  “Aren’t you a little overdressed also?” Stacie said, eying his jeans.

  “Well, why don’t you do something about it?” he said, kneeling up.

  Stacie knelt up to face him, naked but for her garter belt, stockings and high heels. She pressed her breasts against his chest and her hand rested on his belt.

  “What’s in it for me? Do you have anything interesting under there?”

  “Well, that depends on how you define interesting. Is this interesting enough for you?” he said, taking her hand and putting it on his cock. She moved her fingers delicately up and down the length of him, feeling his girth, his bulk clearly outlined through the denim.

  “It might be,” she said, slowly undoing his belt. She popped the button and drew down the zip, tugging his jeans and shorts down to his hips to release his towering penis.

  “What do you think?”

  “Well, it’s quite interesting,” Stacie said, sitting back on her heels as she wrapped her hands around his cock. “But what were you planning on doing with it?”

  “What would you like me to do with it?”

  “I’d quite like you to make love with me.”

  “I can do that.”

  Stacie reached behind her and tugged off her shoes before lying back on the bed. Instead of diving in, Dan went back down to her pussy.

  His mouth engulfed her clitoris, sucking and licking hard. Still twanging from before, it sent jolts throughout her body. His tongue manipulated and teased, and he slid two fingers inside her, pressing upwards to hit her G-sport.

  She thrashed her head wildly from side to side on the pillow, grabbing at her own breasts, pinching her nipples. Dan continued his manipulations, ramming his fingers in and out as his clever tongue sent her inexorably down the path to bliss. Stacie tried her hardest to hold out but she screamed wildly as her whole body erupted into an electrifying spasm, forcing her to thrust her hips high off the bed, jerking her body spasmodically as her orgasm crashed through her.

  Stacie’s body was quivering with aftershocks when she felt Dan lift his body up and over hers. She jerked as he thrust his penis into her hyper-sensitive pussy. He plunged his cock in and out of her, filling her deeply, urgently. He took hold of her right leg and lifted it in the air, hitting her G-spot with every pound. Stacie moaned without inhibition, watching his facial expressions as he concentrated on his rhythm. She took her hand down to where they were joined, feeling his penis moving in and out of her soaking pussy. A mere touch of her hand on her quivering clit had her almost there. Dan clasped her close to him, his plunges becoming more urgent and forceful.

  He moved her hand away, replacing it with his own. He rubbed her clit hard and Stacie closed her eyes, welcoming the crest. She wrapped her legs around him and screamed her rapture to the walls, as Dan juddered his own orgasm, gasping in her ear as he dropped on top of her.

  Chapter Eleven

  Stacie woke up and stretched. A lazy smile spread over her face as she remembered where she was, back at Desires. She turned over but the other side of the bed was empty. She sat up to look around the room but he was nowhere to be seen. Stacie worried for a second, but then lay back down again. He wouldn’t have gone far.

  She snuggled back down into the duvet, remembering last night. She had forgotten, well actually never really knew, just how wonderful and fun sex could be, and how incredible an orgasm felt. All those years with Graham just shoving his knob into her, her only thoughts being, “Here he goes again,” or passing the time counting the cracks in the ceiling. She felt alive again.

  Her mobile phone gave its text message chirp from inside her bag. Stacie leaned down and hooked her finger under the handle, dragging the bag up onto the bed and digging about till she found it.

  Hiya hun, how did it go? Xxx, Chrissie had texted her. Stacie smiled, wondering how she could adequately describe last night in only a text. She decided to call her instead.

  “Hello lovely, and how’s you?” Chrissie said.

  “Oh, not so bad…” Stacie teased.

  “Well?” Chrissie said, clearly impatient.

  “Well what?”

  “You know bloody what. Spill!”

  “Fucking hell, Chrissie, Wow, wow, wow, bloody hell wow. I think I’m still leaking.”

  “Nice one, good girl, you go for it.”

  Dan appeared from the bathroom soaking wet, towel draped round his hips, looking more ravishing than ever. “Oh my God,” Stacie said, stretching out on the bed and looking him up and down.

  “What? Tell me!”

  “He has just come out of the bathroom, dripping wet.”

  “Well darling…there’s only one thing for it…Go and feast.”

  “Oh I will. I’ll be in touch,” she told Chrissie then hung up. She crossed her arms and aimed a severe glare at Dan, who looked at her in surprise. “You are aware you could cause serious health problems wandering around like that?”

  Dan grinned. “Really?”

  “Oh yes. Come here.”

  Dan came around her side of the bed, removing his towel from his waist. He stood there naked, his cock already semi-hard.

  Just then the alert on her phone bleeped. Frowning, Stacie reached for it and looked at the display.

  “Oh, bugger!” she said, looking at Dan in horror.

  “What?”

  “I can’t believe I forgot!” Stacie leaped out of bed, and started pulling on clothes.

  “What is it?”

  She turned to him. “It’s my mum’s birthday. I completely forgot. I need to go, I have to get her a present and go and see her.”

  “Will you come back?” Stacie’s heart gave a little flip at his plaintive tone of voice and she went over to him, zipping up her jeans.

  “You just bet I will.” She stood on her toes and kissed him, tasting his toothpaste and reaching round to grope his naked bum. She gave it a cheeky slap, then went into the bathroom to quickly wash her face and brush her teeth. She went back through into the bedroom and pulled a high-necked sweater out of the wardrobe, pulling it over her head before dragging a brush through her hair at the dresser mirror. “I’ll only be a few hours,” she said, sitting on the bed to put on her boots. “What are you going to do while I’m away?”

  “Miss you,” he told her, sitting next to her and planting a kiss on her lips. “I will watch television all alone, trying not to think too much about you and what we could be doing.”

  “You’re making it very hard for me to leave,” she said, kissing him back.

  “I want to make sure you come back,” he replied.

  “Just try and stop me.”

  “There’s a ball tonight, do you fancy going?”

  “The receptionist mentioned it, have you been to one before?” Stacie stood up and went to the dresser to put some make-up on.

  “Yeah. It’s usually a good night,” he said, turning on the bed to look at her.

  “Yes sure, go on then. Do I get to wear a ball gown or do I need to go naked?” she asked him, waggling her eyebrows at him in the mirror.

  “Totally up to you, but I don’t think you will make it out of the door if you go naked,” he said.

  “Listen, I’d better go, otherwise I’ll never go and my mum won’t get her present.” She blotted her lips on a tissue and came over to him, leaning over to kiss him lightly so as not to ruin her lipstick. “I’ll see you in a few hours,” she told him. He hugged her round the waist, planting a kiss on her tummy. She rested her hands on his head, feeling light-headed and giddy with delight. These were not the actions of a man who was just being paid to spend time with her. The more time she spent with Dan, the more she was convinced he returned her feelings. She just had to get up the courage to ask him.

  “No problems,” he replied. She reluctantly walked to the door and opened it. “Missing you already,”
he called.

  Stacie looked back. He sat sadly on the bed, pulling a puppy-dog face. She gave a little wave and left, letting the door swing shut behind her. Her smile could have rivalled the sun as she danced down the corridor and trotted down the stairs.

  “Morning,” Stacie heard as she walked past the reception. She stopped as she saw Bailey’s head popping up from under the desk.

  “Morning,” she replied, giving Bailey a smile then continued walking to the main door.

  Stacie got in her car and looked back at Desires for a moment, thinking about Dan. She analysed every look, every word, every gesture, for meaning. Every time she convinced herself that, yes, he did like her, that little voice in her mind squashed it, reminding her that she was paying for his company, paying for him to be nice to her. But Chrissie was right, the only way she would find out would be to ask. Whatever the answer was, at least she would know. But when was the right time?

  She drove reluctantly out of the car park, heading into town. She browsed awhile before picking out a nice necklace and earring set and a card. On the way back to the car park, she passed by a shop that sold kinky underwear and sex aids. She’d passed it many times, always hurrying by, embarrassed. When she and Graham had come into town together, he had always expressed his disgust at the shop, and the people who patronised it. Today, she stopped and came back to it, deeply curious. She’d heard mention of various stimulatory toys and oils, but she actually had no idea what they were talking about. About the only thing she’d even heard of was a vibrator. She glanced up and down the street. What if someone saw her going in? She walked past, pretending to be looking in the window of the jewellery shop next door, until the street was relatively empty, then darted in.