by Nicci Greene
My mother knew I was unhappy as soon as she next saw me but knew also that there was something keeping me alive, something lifting my spirits. She thought, at first, it was my job and my new position that was making me happy. That is until the day she met my boss.
It was coming up to Christmas and I had caught an awful virus. I was so sick I couldn’t stay in the flat above the rotten meat and was glad to get away from my useless boyfriend and back to the comfort of my mother’s house so she could look after me. I was still with my boyfriend but he wasn’t going to care for me and was probably glad of the time alone except for the fact that no-one was making his dinner. I felt awful and spent my days in my P.J’s and dressing gown being waited on hand and foot by my mum.
She was great in those situations, always at hand to wipe your brow or stroke your hair and make you feel better. I was glad to be there but missing my work and my boss. We had grown even closer and in my new role we spent a lot of time together. We went to meetings together and I was in and out of his office all the time. We became great friends and even though it was only a few months it felt like we would be together like that always. I imagined us forever working side by side giving each other purpose, giving each other a reason to go to work, to look forward to work even. There was no more overtime but we worked closely together and had lunch together most days. I loved the way he talked and I watched his lips as he did. I loved the way he looked at me with that smile as we chatted together.
I missed that as I lay on the sofa in my mum’s front room until one evening when the doorbell went. My mum came into me, ‘It’s for you shall I bring him in?’ she said as I strained my head to look up towards her. ‘Who is it?’ I said. ‘Dunno’ her reply as she shrugged her shoulders, ‘a man in a suit’. He came in anyway behind her, flowers in one hand and a bag in the other. ‘You checking up on me?’ came out of my mouth but that’s not what I wanted to say. I wanted to say thank you for coming, for caring. Thank you for looking at me every day, smiling at me, making my life happy but instead I came out with that cheeky remark. ‘Not at all’ he said in his distinguished manner, ‘I’m simply here to make sure you are ok and to give you your Christmas presents’. ‘I figured you wouldn’t be in the rest of this week and I didn’t want to miss out on giving you your gifts’. At first I thought everyone must get Christmas gifts. Maybe it was a Secret Santa kinda thing? I think my mum thought the same.
He knelt in front of me and said, ‘Hope you get better soon’ presenting me with the flowers. ‘I’ll take them, put them in water’ said my mum and as she took them from him she left us alone. I was so embarrassed and yet again my face was getting warmer and beaming below my eyes. It had been so pale before it was just a deep pink this time rather than the red hot face he had given me in my review.
I was a mess, no make up, hair all over the place but he didn’t seemed to care and looked at me in the same way as he always did, in that loving sensual way that made me feel warm and wanted. ‘I can’t stay but I hope you get better for Christmas and hope your enjoy your pressies’. He leant over and kissed my cheek. I so wanted to snog him but my breath was probably disgusting so I kept my mouth shut and smiled. He smelt nice and fresh and I imagined pulling him down on top of me. I wondered if he felt like that about me. Probably not, I thought, not now that he’s seen me like this but then again he did come all this way and with flowers. My head was a mess and I was upset that he had to see me at my worst.
When he left my mum said, ‘He’s after you’. ‘Don’t be daft’ was my reply but she kept on, ‘He is I can tell.’ Then when I opened my presents it was more than obvious. We had talked before I became ill about our favourites; favourite film, favourite song, perfume, and colour. I was brought back to that moment as I opened the gifts. First a DVD of my favourite film then the CD of my favourite song, then my favourite perfume. ‘I told you’ barked my mum ‘he’s after you’. Then I opened the last present. My favourite colour was red and it was a red box. Inside was red tissue paper and on top was red lipstick and red nail polish. I opened the red tissue paper and inside was beautiful and obviously expensive red lingerie. ‘What is it?’ I could hear my mum say, ‘Nothing’ I mumbled as I shuffled the box closed, glowing red again in my cheeks.
He had a habit of making me blush.
Chapter Two – Our First Time
That year on Christmas day I sent him a text. I was feeling better and wanted to thank him for the presents. He replied quickly and we spent most of the day chatting by text. It made my day although sometimes I had to hide my phone and it took some time to respond. My phone was on silent so I had to keep checking to see if I had a reply. Sometimes it also took him ages to reply and I wondered what he was doing. He said he was having Christmas dinner in his mum’s then going to a party at his friend’s house and we kept texting each other late into the evening.
He started asking me to meet him on Boxing Day and for me to get the train into the city. I told him I couldn’t as my boyfriend would go crazy but he kept giving me different excuses to get away. Eventually I agreed and I lied to my boyfriend telling him I had to meet a friend from work to go to the sales because she had split with her boyfriend and needed cheering up. He was angry but I told him in front of our family so he couldn’t do much complaining. When we got back to our flat he went mad again and we had an almighty row. I felt sick lying, not to him but to my family.
The next morning I got up sharpish jumped in the shower and off I went. I wore the red lingerie my boss had bought me and on the train I painted my nails red which I knew he would like.
He picked me up at the train station in his big fancy black car. It was gleaming as he obviously wanted to impress and did I, with my newly painted red nails. He remarked on them straight away and before long we were holding hands as we drove and chatted about Christmas. It felt like the magic of Christmas had only just arrived for me as he held my hand like he had done that day in the cinema.
We drove for ages into the country. The scenery was beautiful and the hills were capped with snow. He described where we were but I had never seen any of it before. I had lived in and around that area all my life without really venturing out to see the beautiful country around me. I was amazed at the rolling hills but my attention was more on his hand and how it made me feel.
We stopped for lunch in a hotel and as he sat next to me his leg touching mine. I could feel the warmth of him radiating into me through his leg and remembered that time in my review when I wanted his leg to touch mine. We kept holding hands and cuddling until the moment came. He leant in to kiss me, my heart pounded and my blood boiled within me as our lips connected. I felt waves of happiness as his lips tasted exactly as I imagined and his hand rested on my waist just below my breast. His tongue gently pushed inside my mouth. It too was warm and I felt tingly all over as I closed my eyes. Love encircled us like an invisible pink fluffy cloud as we shut out the world and snogged for the first time. I wanted his hand to touch my breast but he was too much of a gentleman and I knew I needed to take the initiative. ‘Let’s get a room’ I suggested to which his gentlemanly reply was, ‘Are you sure?’ ‘I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life’ I said and he went straight over to reception, booked the room and then we made our way into the lift. Already inside was an old retired couple in their late sixties. I’m sure they could feel the tension between us as we passed them and stood to their rear with him behind me, sliding his strong arms around my waist. I took his arms and pulled him closer so he bent over my shoulder looking longingly down to my chest which was heaving as my breath became heavier at the thought of what might happen next. My thoughts were of him and me, him wanting me, feeling me, kissing me again, inside me even.
The old couple couldn’t wait to get out but before they did I slid my hands behind me and felt how hard he was, hard with anticipation, hard and ready, hard and wanting, wanting so much to feel my breasts and to see them. I took his bulge in my hands with my perfectly painted
nails and began to stroke his trousers making him harder as he held me tighter. The air was filled with a sexual tension that the old couple had probably not felt in years. The lift eventually opened and they got out. Finally we had our chance so I took his hand in mine and slid it up the outside of my top. He took my breast in his hand, in a firm grip and I felt his penis pulsating in my other hand. He was already dying to come but held back as he felt my breast. PING, went the lift as it stopped once more and the doors opened. It was our floor.
We stepped out in trepidation; fear of what would happen next filled our minds as the anticipation of what could happen filled our hearts and underwear. ‘Are you sure you want to go to the room?’ he asked me once more and he opened the door for me, as ever the gentleman. I walked straight in, strutted in actually, without saying a word and using my actions to answer him. I turned to him as I passed, look into his eyes and smiled taking his hand in mine to lead him in. We entered the room holding hands and still a little nervous with one another, not sure what to expect. I felt anxious at how far we could go especially as we had only just kissed for the first time but our desire for one another could be seen in each others eyes. Then an unexpected knock at the door sent my heart thumping.
Who is it? What’s going on? The thoughts raced through my mind. Then my initial fear was, it’s my boyfriend! It must be! My face turned white and I felt a sick feeling it the pit of my stomach as he walked over and opened the door. ‘Room Service’ I heard as the waiter marched in with some champagne that he had sneakily ordered at reception as he booked the room.
The colour returned to my cheeks and I felt relieved.
Champagne again, I thought as I remembered our celebratory lunch in his office and how I felt that day. That then eased the situation and let us both calm down, neither of us too sure about what might happen next but both wanting the same thing…..each other!
As we sipped the champagne and chatted our bodies edged closer on the bed, closer again like before when we were downstairs. I was still a little nervous. Nervous because until then no-one had really taken the lead and I was unsure what to do next but as I stared into his eyes that warm feeling began to burn inside me again. A warm but tender fire flickering and making me want to kiss him again, making me want him, making me want him to be inside me and so I took the lead. I stood up and took his hands pulling him up from the bed and began to kiss him softly as we stood together at the foot of the bed. The kiss was soft and sensual interspersed with the occasional flickering of our tongues on our very wet lips. He then pulled us closer as our bodies writhed together and the champagne began to rush to our heads. Maybe then we are ready. Maybe then we could get closer, closer than before.
He then took the lead and gently spun me round so my back was to him as he brushed my hair aside and kissed my neck. Suddenly we were back in that position as we had been in the lift and I used my hands again, twisting my arms behind me to stroke him and make him hard once more.
That time was different though because we were alone, no old couple holding us back and by that time we were tipsy. We could go further without caring and I think we both felt, at that moment, as if we’d known each other all our lives and getting naked seemed like the natural next step to take. As I began to unbutton his belt he took my top firmly in his hands and lifted it up over my head revealing the sexy red underwear he had bought me and I caught his little smile in the mirror in front of me. His trousers dropped to the floor as he undid my bra strap allowing my new red bra to join his jeans. That was his moment and I knew he had longed to feel my breasts for ages. I too had wanted his hands to hold them in the gentle manner I knew he would. He didn’t disappoint and he cupped them like trophies, carefully examining them after months of waiting and wanting to feel them.
His hands were warm and soft and I watched them in the mirror as he played with my boobs. I once again found his hardness with my hands before slipping them inside his boxers. His beautiful skin touching was mine at last. My hands were finally feeling him where I knew he’d imagined them, time and time again, when he talked about them and watched them as I typed in the office.
It couldn’t get any better than this, I thought… or could it?
Then it did as he slid his hand inside my new red pants. I’m sure he felt that I was soaking wet, wet and ready, wet and warm after being so cold earlier on the train and when I woke so early to get ready to meet my boss. As we removed our underwear I turned to him now naked and once again we kissed still holding each other tight. This time snogging and snogging harder and more passionately than before. That moment was sheer bliss for me as he held me tight in his strong arms and our naked skin was moulded together in an embrace that I had dreamt of, over and over, since that lunch and our trip to the cinema. I was amazed at his body which was slim but muscular, tight but sexy.
He then gently laid me onto the bed and began to run his hands up and down my naked body. I watched as he took it all in examining every curve with the same close attention he gave to his job. He lay beside me and I too ran my hands over his body enjoying him as he did me. We lay together, feeling each others bodies, holding, touching, groping, grabbing. I was dying for him to be inside me. I couldn’t wait and I knew he wanted the same but he held back letting the tension build between us.
He slipped his hand between my legs and they fell open for him, letting him feel all around my inner thigh as he gently brushed past my soaking wet vagina without touching it at first. He would then brush past again and again, more forcefully each time, teasing my clitoris as his fingers skimmed its lips in passing. He then began to rub my clitoris, first gently then hard, like no-one had ever done before. No-one had ever paid that much attention to me or turned me on so much. He found that spot at the top of the clit which is so sensitive and he dug his fingers in, rubbing vigorously.
His fingers slid up and down my wet lips as he rubbed that spot and then slid inside, in and out quickly, teasing me and making me shudder in delight.
He leant in to kiss me as his fingers plunged inside and my body tensed before releasing as he pulled them out. We kissed and kissed as he pleasured me until I couldn’t kiss any more. My body was aching as I lay there with waves of intense pleasure coming upwards from between my legs. I lay there letting him finger me and he kissed my neck sending rushes downward to meet the waves of pleasure travelling up. The waves seemed to meet at my chest, filling my breasts with warm beautiful blood and making them sensitive to touch which he did with his mouth. He gently kissed them before licking and then sucking my nipples as if those waves of pleasure were travelling into my breasts and out through my nipples into him. He moaned with pleasure and then I did, unable to hold back I released the pleasure in my groans before grabbing him and holding him close almost digging my nails into his back. I squeezed him tight, my body shuddered and I came…. It was an amazing orgasm that took over my entire body paralysing me and then leaving me with a sensation in my vagina that I had never felt before. It was as if a small vibrator was lodged inside continually releasing wave after wave until at one point I thought it would go on forever.
I wanted to do the same to him, to give him the pleasure he gave me and I wanted to feel him all over and to taste him all over as the waves of orgasm still engulfed my body. So I leant over and begin to play with him. I stroked him again making him even harder before climbing onto him and sliding my breasts down his body and between his legs so he could feel my hard nipples touching him as they glided past his throbbing manhood. I was still wanting, despite my fabulous orgasm. I wanted more, wanting him inside but I knew it would be better to wait so I looked up into his beautiful blue eyes while I began to suck and lick him. I sucked him up and down for only a matter of minutes. He was so excited he came. He was no longer able to hold back after holding back in the lift and then at the end of the bed when my hands had stroked him. After holding back as they stoked him again when we lay on the bed and holding back as we enjoyed each other’s naked bodies. It exp
loded out of him as if it had been held back since the moment we first met, since the handshake in his office.
Finally after all this time, after all our chats and the months of building tension we were lying together, naked on a hotel bed and both feeling great after each experiencing an orgasm with the help of the other.
We lay there relaxed but still not satisfied. Although the initial tension had left us we both knew we wanted more and were now totally relaxed with one another as we lay on the bed. He lay behind me holding me tight with his strong arms. I was moaning gently and smiling. ‘What a beautiful smile you have’ he said, breaking the silence but I was sure it was the biggest one I had ever displayed on my face. His hands once again drifted towards my breasts. He massaged them, holding me firm in his grip so I couldn’t escape, not that I wanted to. The feeling of love filled the air and no longer nervous and totally relaxed I turned to him and said, ‘Come inside me?’
He looked at me and without answering slid his body on top of mine as I opened my legs letting him fall between them. That was what we wanted when we arranged to meet that day. That was what we wanted when we were driving in the car, when we kissed downstairs and when we got into the lift. We may have been unsure when we finally arrived in the room but we knew then that this was what we both had wanted all along.
He slid inside me with ease and my head tilted backwards as he penetrated me for the first time. I let out a sound; it was more manly than girly, a groan I would hear time and time again as he would pull back and slide in again and again. Each time harder, pushing my body deep into the bed. My groan became louder with each more forceful thrust inside. He then dropped to one side taking his weight on his left arm to release his right arm so that his right hand could caress my face as he kissed me again while writhing inside me. That moment was special as I realised my prince was inside me and kissing me. He continued to thrust inside me and once again became harder and more forceful. I almost bit my tongue as his free hand grabbed my hair and gently pulled as he penetrated me again and again. His free hand then once again found my breast. That was where he had wanted it for so long, since our first encounter and all that day and so he held it there and kept himself deep inside me. Then as we kissed again he pulled himself fully on top again sliding both his hands under me and grabbing my bum. He pulled me closer digging himself into me, kissing my neck and again my head titled backwards in pleasure as the waves once again flooded up from within me like a tsunami of immense power and emotion.