Forced Quickies

by Rosa Alvarado

  "Now," Jack pulled the cigarette from between his lips and regarded her with shining eyes, "Sit back down and flick a few buttons open on that blouse. You look like my fucking mother wearing buttoned-up beige."

  Glee spread through Catherine, overshadowing her surprise at his taunts. The freedom of being out in the garden, uninhibited, with a man she held a great affection for, was nothing short of exhilarating. She'd never felt so carefree before. "One button?"

  He held up three fingers, silent in his appraisal as her hands went to work.

  When she'd finished the cool night air caressed the tops of her breasts. Catherine's eyes shifted down to examine the sight. Her breath caught in her throat. Cream lace peeked from the open vee in her blouse, the valley between her breasts clearly visible. Her skirt was still bunched around her thighs. Her nipples hardened and warmth spread through her.

  "You're getting turned on, aren't you?" Jack's knowing voice sent a streak of pleasure through her.

  Catherine's eyes shot up to meet his. The connection was more powerful than any she'd experienced before. She didn't want him as such, she wanted the feeling he brought alive within her. If she was being honest with herself, Catherine would have preferred Sean to walk out the door right then, take her hand and lead her inside to finish what Jack had started.

  "Mess up your hair."

  Her mouth opened to voice a protest, but she shut it again and did as he asked. He seemed to know what he was talking about, and for once in her life she was going to just do what she was told. Her fingers slipped through her silky strands, ruffling the carefully straightened mass of blonde until it became a tousled halo around her head.

  Jack made a small hum of approval and leaned over to extinguish his cigarette. "Now Cat, you look like a woman a man might want to fuck."

  Her stomach churned with his admission. She knew him, knew him well enough to realise he wasn't making an offer. Jack was too good a man to pursue his brother's wife. She watched him with appreciation in her eyes. A slight smile shaped his mouth, encouraging a responding smile from her. Catherine could feel lightness in her chest that hadn't been there before. "Are you done now?"

  He shook his head slowly, his eyes flicking briefly to the glass door before returning to hers. "Spread your legs."

  Now that was taking things too far. Catherine's stomach lurched at the idea. Her knees clamped together in unconscious reaction. "And do what, Jack?"

  "Trust me, sweetheart."

  She wanted to cry at the tenderness of the endearment. She wanted to bask in the weight of his gaze a little while longer then throw herself in his arms to hug him, thank him for awakening this feeling inside her.

  He seemed to understand her intentions and nodded toward her legs. "Do it."

  Willing herself to forget everything she'd ever been taught, Catherine forced her legs to part under the table. Brisk air invaded her inner thighs and she could feel moisture gathering there.

  "Touch yourself."

  Her worried eyes returned to Jack's. The warmth in his gaze softened the complete seriousness of his expression.

  "I...I can't do that."

  "Have you ever?"

  Catherine's face bloomed with colour as she shook her head.

  Jack released a part laugh, part groan. He looked her over. "Jesus Christ. What's my brother been doing with you?"

  Her eyes clouded with hurt. It hadn't been all Sean's fault. She was too straight-laced to do anything other than missionary position, or sometimes, if he pushed her, she'd climb on top and straddle his body. He'd wanted more, she could see it in his eyes, but he'd never persisted, never tried convincing her. "You're laughing at me."

  The amusement left Jack's eyes and he raked his hands through his hair. "I'm not. I'm just surprised."

  Catherine thought about closing her legs, putting an end to all this. She teetered on the edge of control, wanting to touch herself as he'd suggested, but needing him to tell her again. It had to be someone else's decision.

  "Let's start with something less intimate. Slip your hand inside your bra, Cat. Cup one of those tits."

  Catherine hesitated a moment. Her fingers twitched in her lap, then rose slowly to her opened blouse. She unhooked the front closure of her bra and slid her fingers inside, working them under the heavy weight of her breast. She closed her eyes at the sensation. "Ahh...what next?"

  "Look at me." Jack waited until he had her attention. "Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart. Eye contact's good."

  Catherine watched him as she kneaded her breast, feeling her nipple pucker beneath the lace. Her cheeks heated under his gaze. She forced herself to continue watching him.

  Jack groaned and shifted in his seat. "Cat, baby, you're every man's wet dream." His eyes blazed with heat and a muscle worked in his jaw. "Slide your other hand down between your legs."

  Catherine fought the ingrained need to rebel against his request, to put such a private moment on display. Her fingers hovered at her thigh, running lightly over silky flesh. She pleaded with her eyes for Jack to retract his request, to let her go, but another part of her begged him not to. He smiled and shook his head. "Uh, uh, Cat. Slip your fingers into that heat. I want to see you come. If you won't do it, I'll get under the table and use my tongue."

  "Oh, God." The idea of him doing just that shocked and thrilled her. A rush of longing swept through her, swelling and spreading. Catherine's fingers moved to her inner thigh, teasing her senses, making her want. It was hard to push through the mental barrier she'd constructed for herself over the years, but when she experienced that first sliding touch of soft fingertips against the inner lips of her vulva, the sigh that broke free was guttural. She stroked the moist flesh once, twice, feeling tingles shiver and travel throughout her body. Her head tipped back on her neck, her fingers increasing pressure as they sought out her pleasure point. When they reached their intended target, Catherine's hips jerked.

  Jack groaned at the sight, leaning forward to capture her chin in his hand. Her glazed eyes shifted and refocused, fixing on his. He smiled gently and released her. "Keep looking at me, sweetheart."

  Catherine pushed her blouse aside, then her bra, baring her breast to Jack's hungry gaze. Her fingers pinched at the pale pink nipple, plucking it to an erect point. Her other hand continued its ministrations down below. She worked her fingers over her clit then slipped them deep inside her heat. Her musky sweetness drifted on the night air. Her hips began writhing on the seat. Jack's breathing increased in tempo.

  She watched him rein in his tight control, watched the hard strength of his face as he fought the natural progression to drag her onto his lap and sink inside her. She knew what this cost him. It heightened her desire. Catherine increased the pressure on her clit, gripping her breast tightly. She could feel it building inside her, the sensation she'd been denied for too long. Her legs spread wider and her hips thrust upward against the stroking of her hand.

  "That's it, Cat." Jack leaned back in his chair, his face tightened against the need all but consuming him. Catherine's mouth softened and parted. She slipped her fingers inside and pressed back harder into the chair. She raised one leg and propped her foot on the seat, baring all her secrets to Jack's darkening eyes. "Oh, fuck, Cat." He placed a hand over his erection, rubbing it through his black dress slacks. His eyes never left hers, their intensity shocking and calming simultaneously.

  Catherine's breaths grew shallow, panting from her open mouth. Her stomach clenched against the shots of pleasure sparking through her. "Oh..."

  "Are you coming, honey?" Jack's voice grew thick and a groan rumbled in his chest.

  "Oh, yes...I think..." Catherine arched her back and pinched her nipple hard. She pressed against her clit, moving her hips in time with the stroking of her fingers. Jack's eyes connected with hers as she pushed herself through that final barrier.

  Breath caught in her throat and she threw her head back, thrusting her breasts out, gasping as spasms racked her body hard. Her fingers
continued to stroke, bringing on tiny aftershocks that left her shuddering and weak. She'd never felt an orgasm so intense, and sobbed with the release.

  When her senses returned, Catherine lowered her eyes to meet Jack's again. She sighed breathlessly at the softness of his expression, at the affection in his eyes. She shifted her legs and repositioned her skirt to cover her nakedness.

  Jack watched her in silence, his eyes taking a slow tour over her, from her mussed hair to the tips of her heels. His mouth finally quirked in a smile. "You're one sensual woman, Cat."

  She could see his erection still painfully filled out his trousers. Her mind began to wander as she mentally ticked off all the single women in the house who'd be more than happy to take care of that for him. She had more important things on her mind; a man she loved and needed to seek out. A man she needed to drag away from the party. Her voice filled with regret and promise as she spoke. "I'm so sorry, I have to go."

  He chuckled and reached for his cigarettes again. "I know."

  "Thank—" Tears flooded her eyes and she blinked to set them free. "Thank you. I mean that."

  "You just make sure that brother of mine looks after you."

  Catherine stood, fastened her bra and re-buttoned her blouse. She glanced inside to see if she could locate Sean. Her need for him hadn't diminished with the physical release Jack had encouraged from her. It had only grown stronger. "I will."

  She and Jack contemplated one other in silence, an understanding between them. A poignant moment both knew would never happen again, would never be spoken of. Sadness crept through Catherine, but at the same time she felt like he'd set her free from the confines she'd placed on herself.

  It was time to explore this new side of her, time to see if she could work on making amends with her neglected husband. He deserved it. And so did she.

  She gripped the door handle and looked at Jack one last time. "I owe you. So much."

  He waved away her admission and pointed to the door. "Inside. Now."

  She smiled and ran a hand through her tangled hair. "Are you coming with me?"

  Jack shook his head and released a breath of air through his nose. "Fuck no. I need a smoke after that."

  The End.

  Kayla's Afternoon Adventure

  Kayla sat at the kitchen table fuming. She had intended to ask her husband about it last night, and then this morning, but she couldn't bring herself to go there. Part of it was that she was terrified of the answer. What would she do if her husband was fucking his secretary? She remembered her father telling her mother that he had fallen in love with his secretary, and she didn't want to be her mother. The words still pissed her off. She wasn't about to give her husband, Marty, the chance to tell her he had "fallen in love" with that cow of a secretary. He might be fucking her, but it wasn't love.

  The longer she sat there the more enraged she became. For the sake of her sanity Kayla got up and went to take a shower. After a long hot shower to clear her head Kayla stepped out into a steam fill bathroom and dried off. As she went into the bedroom she stopped before a full length mirror and let her towel drop. She just stared at herself in the mirror. As she stared she kept asking herself "why?" She looked at the image and thought about all the men and the occasional woman, who made passes at her. Some of the men were Marty's friends. Looking in the mirror Kayla saw a very desirable woman. She had brunette hair that came down just past her shoulders. A pair of teardrop shaped DD breasts that were better than most women's store bought breasts. A very fit body that was her reward for two hour days, five days a week of pure hell at the gym. Her ass was a thing of beauty, and this wasn't just her ego talking. This was the comments men and women gave her. It was firm from a very rigorous lower body workout program that she did while at the gym. Her backside and legs were the beneficiary of these workouts. Kayla didn't have the rail thin body you saw on so many models now days. No, she had curves in all the right places, almost a Marilyn Monroe body, but in an athletic form.

  Kayla decided she wasn't going to sit at home and make herself ill over someone who didn't care about her so she was going to dress and go to the city. She slipped on a pair of tiny white lacy panties and then went into her closet. Looking around her eyes went right to a white sundress that buttoned up in the front. She slipped it on and looked at it in the mirror. It looked beyond sexy, she was stunning. At first she was afraid that her nipples would be visible though the material, but she didn't see anything and she was looking close. It wasn't real short, but it gave the impression of it being shorter than it really was because the bottom two inches were sheer. Looking at herself in the mirror Kayla was deciding how many buttons to leave unbuttoned. She went with buttoning all but the top button, and the very bottom button. Kayla smiled at the image in the mirror and went looking for shoes. She decided that since this was a beach looking dress she would go with sandals. When she slipped her feet in them she smiled at the bright red toenails peeking out.

  Kayla breezed out of her house and headed out on her adventure. Before she hit the interstate she saw she need gas and stopped at the station to fill her tank. As she got out of the car a breeze kicked up and caused her dress to lift just slightly, but it was enough for someone to get a quick view of her panties if they were looking the right way. Kayla just smiled to herself as she placed the gas nozzle into her tank and started filling her car with gas. She didn't say anything, but every guy who walked past her kept looking back at her. What she didn't realize is the effect the sun had on her dress. In the right light you could see her large, dark nipples almost as if her dress was wet. She wasn't paying attention to that. She was more interested in knowing she had what it took to turn men on, even if her bastard of a husband didn't think so.

  With a smile she sped off down the interstate leaving behind several drooling men. Kayla decided to use a parking garage since she was going to be down town most of the day. Once she parked she headed for the elevator, but since it was taking forever she decided to use the stairs. She was only on the fourth level so it wouldn't be bad, plus her sandals were much easier than heels, so off she went. As she made the turn from the third to the fourth level she came across a couple workers using the stairs as a place to take a smoke break and she gave them a soft smile as she went by. As Kayla got to the last rung of steps she heard the workers talking "Man, did you see how hot she was? She had those tits bouncing." That was followed by more talk and had Kayla blushing as she hit the door to exit.

  With a devilish grin Kayla decided to have some fun. She made sure her step had a bounce to it, and indeed she noticed how her tits did bounce. This thought and some of the looks she was getting made her nipples respond. She could feel them hardening, and she had to make a quick stop in a store so she could check them out in a mirror. It turns out the first store was a men's clothing store, but she could always tell them she was looking for something for her husband. As she walked around she would glance at herself in the mirrors and sure enough her nipples were on high beam. As she found her way around the store she ended up in the tie section. A young salesman came up to her and asked if he could help her and Kayla said "Yes, I'm looking for a couple ties for my brother. I was thinking silk."

  He proceeded to show her a wide selection all the while glancing down at her chest. This stirred kayla even more and she decided to push it. As he showed her one beautiful tie Kayla accidentally bumped into him. Her breast brushing against his arm. Kayla didn't look down, but she knew her nipple was rock hard from that simple touch. After apologizing for bumping into him she reached for the tie he was holding and her fingers lightly caressed his hand as she made contact. She tried to make eye contact with him while they talked about the tie, but he kept looking away. Trying his best not to get caught looking at her engorged nipples that were very much on display under her dress. Finally Kayla felt sorry for the young man and bought a couple ties and as she was leaving she heard him tell the manager he was going to take a break. Kayla smiled as she pictured the young
man in the back masturbating.

  As Kayla walked along the storefronts she suddenly stopped when she saw the most beautiful sundress she had seen in a long time. She went in and the lone person in there was a young guy with a local high school jersey on. He almost fell over the box he was unpacking when she said something to him.

  "How did you get in? We don't open until this weekend." He managed to say as he tried to catch his breath.

  "I'm sorry. I didn't know. The door was unlocked and I thought y'all were open." Kayla said with her sweetest smile. The poor kid was nervous just being around Kayla. He looked to be just coming out of that awkward stage that you go through after your body goes through a growth spurt. He obviously was still a little clumsy, but he had the shoulders and height that told Kayla he was going to be very handsome when he fills out. "I just saw that gorgeous red sundress in the window and I really have to have it. Can't you please make an exception for me and sell it to me today? Please? Pretty please?"

  "I don't know. My aunt just left to run an errand and she is going to be gone for a couple hours. I might get in trouble for selling something before we open."

  All Kayla heard was his aunt would be gone for a couple hours. "I tell you what. My name is Kayla. What is your's?" She said as she stuck out her hand to shake his.

  "My name is Bobby, uh Bob." He said as he shook Kayla's hand.

  Kayla had his hand and she wasn't going to let it go until she got her dress. "How old are you Bob? Do you go to the local university?"

  Bobby blushed at the question and the fact that Kayla was still holding his hand. "No ma'am, I go to Summerville High School. I'm a senior there. I just turned 18 last week."

  "Really? Well happy belated birthday!" Kayla said as she leaned in and pulled him closer to give him a hug. She smiled over his shoulder as she knew her breasts were pressing against him. "Can't you please sell me that dress? Or at least look and see if you have one in my size?"