by Bridy McAvoy
Once she’d stepped clear of her jeans, she turned around, her hands crossed demurely in front of her loins, as if suddenly shy.
“I was right. You have fabulous legs.”
She smiled. “Thank you.”
“Truly awesome, but I’m afraid I was right about something else too.”
“Oh?” She knew what he was going to say, but she decided to keep playing the game rather than give in now. She sensed he didn’t want her to give in too easily, either.
“Yeah.” The chuckle in his voice gave away his recognition that she was playing him just as much as he was playing her. “The panties don’t match that black bustier.”
“Oh dear. I’m afraid I don’t have any others with me.”
“This, young lady, is, of course, a lingerie shop. Look around you. There are thousands of pairs in here.”
She giggled. “I don’t think you’d put them back on the shelf afterward. Besides, I’d end up going through several pairs. Why don’t you see how these look with the blue bustier?”
He nodded, his grin wider than ever. “Good idea.”
She walked up to him and spun around to face away. “Seeing as you did the hooks up…”
“I will most happily undo them again for you.”
As his fingers started to massage her back, she doubted very much whether she was going to get to wear the pale blue garment. She sighed and leaned back a little. “I think you’re supposed to be undoing the hooks…”
“That’s what I am doing.”
“Hardly.”
His hands continued to massage her shoulders, dipping lower infinitesimally with each circling movement. She couldn’t prevent another sigh as her body reacted to his gentle touch. Then, after what seemed like an age, albeit a pleasurable one, his fingers reached the top one of the line of hooks. He’d taken his time doing them up and then approaching the task of undoing them. Now, though, he started moving much quicker. One hook came undone as he pressed the two sides together, then another and a third. After the fourth hook, he paused, dropping his hands to her waist, grasping the bottom edge of the bustier and, before she could react, gave it a sharp tug.
Since he’d already loosened its hold on her body, it simply slid down a couple of inches and her breasts popped out of the top. She yelped but didn’t move her hands to cover up as he peered over her shoulder at her breasts. She knew he’d immediately see how hard her nipples were.
“Perfect breasts too. Is there anything not to like about your body?”
Julia tried not to make a sound as she stared down, watching as his hands rose up the plane of her stomach, heading toward her exposed breasts. The seduction was over. It was now simply a matter of consummation.
“Perfect, perfect little handfuls.”
She groaned as he cupped her breasts, the tight hard points of her nipples pressing against his palms. “I thought…I thought you were supposed to be helping me out of this bustier?”
“I am, I am. Just making sure there are no marks from the elastic where it counts. Just in case you need a different size.”
She shivered. “Do you do this with all your clients?”
“No. Only the pretty ones who ask for a discount.”
His hands returned to her back where he made short work of the rest of the hooks and eyes. The bustier fell away to the floor and he pulled her back against him. She lifted her arms, wrapping them back around his neck and tilting her head to one side, offered her lips for a kiss, an offer immediately taken and, as they kissed, his tongue slipped out to penetrate her mouth. She moaned around his tongue, pushing back against it with her own as his hands left her breasts once more and trailed south over her stomach. Soon he had captured her panties with his thumbs and was dragging them down as well, and she knew she was moments away from being naked. Breaking the kiss, she looked up into his eyes.
“How long before your assistant gets back…?”
“Long enough.”
She swallowed hard and, as gravity took her panties to her ankles, stepped out of them before turning in his arms. He pulled her in to him with a ferocious hug and she realized once more she was naked in the arms of a fully dressed man, a fully dressed man with an impressive hard-on! He kissed her hard, passion in every movement as his lips writhed against her, his tongue pressing hers back inside her mouth. He cupped one ass cheek with his hand but used his other hand to scoop her thigh up, lifting her leg. She wrapped her calf around the back of his leg and moaned into the kiss as his hand slid higher, heading toward what was now her open pussy. His fingers brushed against her slit and she felt her body tense in reaction.
“You’re wet.”
“I’ve been that wet for ages.” She smiled into his face and rubbed herself against the bulge in the front of his trousers.
He pushed her leg down, disengaging from her, and then moved over to the desk, the only flat area in the room other than the floor.
She thought he was going to bend her over the desk and take her from behind, but Ryan had a different idea in his head. He quickly pushed his trousers and shorts down then sat on the office chair. Grabbing her hand, he spun her around so she straddled him, facing him. Then he put his hands on her waist and started pressing her down.
“You’ll have to put it in yourself, my hands are busy.” His voice was hoarse and full of need, and she swallowed hard. Obediently, she put her hand between them, fished for his cock and held the hard shaft in her hand. He paused in his downward pressure as she started to stroke along the length of him. He hissed as her hand rose higher, closing around the end, then started sliding down, coating his cock with his own pre-cum.
He held her straddling his lap as she slid her hand up and down his shaft. Her thigh muscles were trembling with the strain but still he held her poised above his cock. She panted with the effort of staying on her feet, and then just as she thought she was going to collapse from the strain, he started pressing down on her waist again. She almost sobbed in relief as his cock head touched her outer lips and started nudging inside. Letting go of his cock, she brought both her hands up to his shoulders and braced herself as his cock started to push between her inner lips and into her channel. She gasped at the feeling and he stopped pressing down, letting her take control, letting her set the pace as she lowered herself onto him.
“Fuck me!”
He just grinned into her face and leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers. She pulled her head away, letting it fall back as sensations rippled through her from the slow controlled entry. Instead of kissing her lips, he made a beeline straight for the sensitive hollow of her neck and started nibbling away at her. She groaned then almost sobbed with relief as her thighs touched his, taking the strain off her aching hips and knees. He hissed as he bottomed out in her and they both stayed still for several moments, giving her time to adjust to his cock deep inside her.
One arm wrapped around her back, crushing her to him. His other hand rose behind her head, tilting it forward, and this time his kiss wasn’t to be denied. She sucked on his tongue as he started to flex his hips, pushing into her then pulling out. He couldn’t get much range of movement in this position, but she didn’t care. It was enough for the moment. Ryan continued to move, using his arm to pull her up and then letting her drop back. The range of movement expanded as she got used to it. She pressed down with her feet to lift herself as well. The pace increased and she started to moan into his mouth as the kiss went on and on. Finally, she broke the kiss, wrapped her arms around his neck and started to use her arms to lift herself up his shaft and then drop back down. His breathing grew harsher and she could hear herself moaning into his ear as she rubbed her breasts against the fabric of the front of his shirt.
After a couple of minutes of this, he wrapped both arms around her, and still embedded in her, powered himself to his feet. She squealed as her whole body weight bore down on his cock impaled in her pussy. He staggered forward a couple of steps until she felt the desk catch her butt then
she was sprawled backward on it, her pussy right at the edge.
He didn’t even pull out of her as she collapsed back onto the desk, just grabbed her legs and lifted them up and to the sides, splitting her open as he slammed into her.
“Fuck me! Fuck me!”
She was panting for air as he powered into her. She could hear the obscene squelching noises her pussy was making as he thrust in and pulled out. A couple of times he came all the way out, but her slick skin allowed his cock to find its way back inside her. She could feel the pressure building as she reached up, pulling him down to her again. He was bent almost double as he kissed her, his tongue driving into her with the same abandon as his cock.
Julia stiffened and her legs started to shake as the climax rolled over her and she shuddered underneath him as she gasped out her passion. As she came down from the orgasm, she realized he was still thrusting away, although quicker now. She clasped her legs around behind his back, using her feet to pull him in harder with each stroke. Her butt was almost bouncing on the desk with each thrust as she writhed under him. He braced himself with one hand on the desk next to her head, dropping his left hand down to cup and squeeze her breast. Julia arched her back, pressing her breast into his hand, and screamed as she felt him start to spurt deep inside her.
After their mutual climax, his first, her second, he collapsed on top of her as she slowly unwound her legs from behind his back and tried to lower them down. Her legs didn’t bend that far and she guessed he must have realized how uncomfortable the position could become because he slid off her, and then helped her to stand, leaning against the desk as she gasped for breath.
After a minute, he casually pulled his shorts back up, and then buttoned his trousers over the top. He walked along the row of shelves. He tapped one box, looked back at her, then pulled the box down from the shelf. He pulled out a plastic bag and then walked back to her, handing her a pair of clean panties.
“A side benefit of getting fucked in a lingerie shop.”
She smiled. “Thank you.”
“I’ll let you get cleaned up and dressed while I ring up your purchases, although I think a bigger discount is in order.” He nodded toward the far corner of the room. “Not much of a cloak room, but it’ll have to do.”
When she emerged from the back room, he handed her a carrier bag. “One hundred percent discount.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I know, but I’m doing it anyway.”
“Thank you.” She leaned in to him and kissed his cheek. A minute later the door was unlocked and she was outside. Katie was sitting on a seat in the middle of the mall. As she rose to her feet, she gave Julia a knowing wink and then walked into the shop with a smile on her face.
Julia found herself blushing and made her way back to the car park.
* * * *
As she waited by the arrivals gate, Julia could see Max talking on his phone as he walked toward her. Suddenly, he punched the air with his free hand and killed the call. When he looked up, he was grinning. As soon as he saw her, his grin widened further.
She held out her arms and, carefully setting his shoulder bag down, wrapped her in a hug, lifting her off her feet.
“I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too, honey. It’s good to be home.”
He kissed her—not the usual passionate kiss she so loved, but something more. There was an exuberance about him that seemed to penetrate to her very core. Eventually, he put her down, picked up his bag, and held her hand as they walked out to the car.
“What’s got you so excited?”
He chuckled and squeezed her hand. “Aren’t I allowed to be pleased to see my wife, especially after having spent almost a week only being able to imagine her naked? In about twenty minutes…”
She giggled as they reached her car and turned in to him for a kiss. He opened the back door, dumped his bag inside, and pulled her close. They were both breathless by the time the kiss broke.
“I don’t believe you.”
“What? That I don’t want to get you naked the second I get you home?”
“I know you want that, and if you play your cards right, I’ll let you. But there’s clearly something else.”
“Okay, okay, but wait ʾtil we get home.”
She gave him an arch look. “Won’t we be too busy for you to tell me then?”
“With the head of steam I’ve got built up, it won’t be that long a delay.”
“Hmm…as if you were ever that quick on the trigger.”
She powered out of the car park and they’d only been on the highway for five seconds when his hand found her thigh, bare below the hem of her mini-skirt.
“Stop it.”
“Why?”
“Because I like it too much, and I don’t want to wreck the car before I’ve had my way with you.”
“Oh, who’s going to have whose way with whom, honey?”
“Just behave ʾtil we get home.”
“Okay, okay, but be prepared to be naked by the time we clear the garage.”
She shot a look across the car at him. His face was guileless, but she could see the passion there. He was usually randy after a trip away, but this seemed more so than ever. She shivered then risked a glance down at his crotch. There was no doubting how hard he was.
His hand left her leg, moving to the back of her seat as he started to play with a lock of her hair.
She tried to concentrate on driving, praying the traffic would clear out of her way.
* * * *
As they lay together, sweat-slicked and naked on top of the crumpled bed, Max pulled her closer. She tilted her head back up as she lifted her leg over his legs and brought her wet pussy into contact with his skin. Her breast pressed against his side.
He kissed her again and she melted against him, lost in a post-orgasmic bliss that seemed to fill her whole world.
“Now are you going to tell me, or do I have to drag it out of you one painful word at a time?”
“No dragging, I promise.”
“So quit stalling.”
He slowly disengaged from her and, scooting up the bed, leaned against the headboard, then pulled her up so she was nestling under his arm again.
“I’m not stalling.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Where to start?”
She felt a shiver of dread run through her. Was he going to tell her he’d found someone else? As quickly as the thought came, she dismissed it, but he’d obviously sensed her apprehension.
“Nothing like that, silly.”
“Good. I was trying to remember where I left the carving knife.”
“No. All good news, I promise.”
“You’re still stalling.”
He leaned in and kissed the top of her head. “You remember that little gizmo I built down in South America about eighteen months ago?”
“The one that cut your trip short?”
“That’s the one. The company patented it. I got a decent bonus out of it at the time.”
“I remember, but what about it, why bring it up now?” She chuckled. “You don’t normally bring the oily bits of your work to bed.”
“Well…two of the big oil companies have licensed the patent. They’re going to use it. And, of course, pay for the privilege.”
She sniffed. “I can see why that’s good news for the company, and I guess it makes you more valuable than ever to them.”
He shook his head. “No, silly. The company contracts state that when any invention by an employee gets patented, the employee is entitled to ten percent of any license fee accrued.”
“So does that mean we’re rich?”
“In a word, yes.”
She sat bolt upright, convinced she’d either misheard him, or he was having her on. “Yes?” One look at his face convinced her he was being serious, very serious.
“Christmas just came early, honey.”
“How…how much?”
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bsp; “The combined license fee for the first year from the two companies is around twenty million, paid in advance.”
She felt her mouth drop open, she could do the math. She glanced in the mirror and saw her face reflecting the shock she felt. “You mean…?”
“Yeah, two mill, and they paid in advance for the first year as well. So the company paid my share over on Friday.” He chuckled. “I guess you’ve been too busy to check the balance in our account over the weekend.”
“I didn’t have any need to… I mean… You mean…?”
He pulled her into a fierce hug. She hugged him back, knowing her entire body was shaking.
“Calm down, honey, it’s only money.”
She looked up into his face. “Only money, the man says.”
“Well, I was thinking if we could both take a day off later in the week, we can arrange to get the mortgage paid off and then maybe go and shop for those His and Hers Lexuses that we promised ourselves in college.”
She grinned at him. “You’re not having me on.”
He reached over to his phone on the table next to the bed and she watched as he brought up their banking app and signed in. The balance on the account had seven figures to the left of the decimal point, the first figure being a two.
“Bank accounts don’t lie, honey. Happy now?”
“Happy? I’m fucking ecstatic.”
She hugged him again, kissing him until he put the phone down and wrapped his arms around her again. They rolled breathlessly around on the bed, hugging and kissing until Julia broke away.
“Hang on. You said Friday.”
“Yep.”
“So what’s with the phone call and the fist pump at the airport?”
“That was something else.”
“Spill.”
“Oh, nothing important.”
“Don’t lie to me, Max. I can read you like a book.”
“Well, I want you to think back a few years. Six years, four months and three days to be precise.”
She did a quick mental calculation.
“Don’t you mean four days, our wedding day?”
He shook his head. “Nope, the day after.”