“Oh, Barbara,” Jay said. “So good. So good.” And with a scream, he came, too.
They lay silently side by side while their breathing returned to normal. “I can’t believe how far you’ve come from that timid woman I first made love with,” Jay said.
“I can’t believe it either,” Barbara said, pulling the quilt over them. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me,” Jay said. “You are a wonderful partner. We fit so well together, in all ways.”
Barbara giggled. “I love the way we fit together.”
An hour later, as Barbara listened to Jay’s car pull out of the driveway, she thought about what Jay had said. She was a different person and she liked the person she had become.
The following evening, Barbara was back in her tub with another of CJ’s wonderful tapes. She settled back in the water, now confident that the tape was going to bring her at least one orgasm. The voice filled her head.
It was warmer than usual that evening in the health club so Jack removed his T-shirt and continued to lift. Twice twenty reps with a thirty-pound weight in each hand ought to finish it off. He glanced at the clock. Almost nine-thirty, he saw. He had had a business meeting so he had begun his workout later than usual. “I thought the club closed at nine,” he muttered.
Jack was well built with a smooth, muscular chest, well-developed arms and legs and an angular face. His short sandy beard covered a hard, granitelike chin. Long hair, slightly darker than his beard, was caught in a rubber band at the nape of his neck. His eyes were deep blue and a sheen of sweat covered his body as he lay on his back on the bench, lifting the barbell rhythmically. “Fifteen…sixteen,” he counted.
“It’s way past closing time,” a woman’s voice said.
“Seventeen, eighteen. Can I just finish?” he asked.
“Sure,” the voice said, and as he continued to lift, he thought little more about it. When he finished the first thirty, he rested for a few moments, then began on the second series. “You’re taking advantage of my good nature,” the voice said.
“I didn’t realize you were still there,” Jack said, almost dropping the weights. “I’m sorry if I’m inconveniencing you.”
“You’re the last one here,” the voice said. “I’m waiting to close up.”
As Jack started to sit up to return the weights to the rack, he looked behind him. She sat on another weight bench, wearing bicycle pants, a sports bra and a tight tee top with the name of the club across the front. He had never seen her here before. “I’m really sorry.”
“How sorry?”
“I beg your pardon?”
The woman stared at Jack, her eyes never leaving his. “How sorry are you? I think you should make it up to me.”
Was that an invitation? Jack thought. Is this beautifully built woman making a pass at me? He was certainly willing. “What did you have in mind?” he asked, looking over the woman’s body. She was small, with tight breasts, slender, well-muscled thighs, and good definition in her upper arms. Her hair was cut very short, with tight red. curls, and her eyes were green. She wore no makeup on her ivory skin and freckles dusted the bridge of her nose.
The woman stood up and walked over to the bench. She pushed her hand against Jack’s chest until he was pressed back down onto his back. She put the weight Jack had been using on the floor beside his right hand. “Hold that and don’t let go,” she said. Jack wrapped his hand around the cold bar while the woman took the second hand weight and placed his left hand on it. “Don’t let go or everything’s over,” she said.
Jack lay on his back on the narrow bench, his hands stretched toward the floor, his hard cock pressing upward against his shorts. God, he thought, is this really happening?
“My name’s Nan,” the woman said, “and I’ve been watching you. I think you’ll be easy.”
“Easy?”
“I think you will do anything I say, when I say it, and nothing more. I think you will do it all willingly because I’m going to do things to you and with you that we will both like. A lot. And you want me to do that, don’t you?”
Jack could hardly catch his breath. “Yes,” he whispered.
“Good. Here are the rules. You will keep your eyes on me at all times. Look nowhere else unless I tell you to. And keep those weights in your hands. If you let go, I will stop and leave at once. Do you understand the rules?”
Jack swallowed hard. “Yes,” he whispered.
“Good. Let’s see how hard you are already.” She reached down and grabbed Jack’s hard cock through the silky fabric of his workout shorts. “I knew you’d be easy. So hard.” She grasped his cock and squeezed, moving her hand slightly up and down. “Too hard, I’m afraid. I don’t know whether you will have enough self-control for me. Do you have self-control?”
“Yes,” Jack said, barely able to breathe.
“We’ll see. You are not to come. Period. If you do before I tell you to, I will leave. Immediately. Your cock is mine to control. Do you understand that?”
“Yes,” Jack whispered, staring into the woman’s deep green eyes. “Yes.”
“All right. Let’s test that control you say you have.” Nan pulled off her tee top and bra and cupped her small tight tit with her hand. “I’m going to put my nipple into your mouth. You’re not to suck, lick, or anything. Just keep your mouth open.”
Jack opened his mouth and felt her large nipple between his lips. He wanted to suck, to caress the warm flesh with his tongue, but he thought of her warning and her challenge to his ability to master his desires. More intense than the urge to suck was his need for the woman not to leave. He kept his lips parted, her engorged nipple brushing his tongue. She moved, rubbing the nub against his lips, his cheeks, his chin. “Stick your tongue out, but don’t move it.”
He stuck his tongue out and she rubbed her nipple over the rough surface. He wanted to suckle, but he used all his concentration to keep his mouth still.
“Such a good boy,” Nan said, and she straightened. “You might have more promise than I expected.” She stepped out of her shorts, leaving herself dressed in only her sneakers and white socks. She straddled the bench with her back to him, and lowered her wet pussy to Jack’s mouth. “The rules haven’t changed. Do nothing.” She wiggled her hips, and the aroma of her hot cunt filled Jack’s nostrils. He licked his lips, but valiantly kept his tongue from caressing the swollen flesh so close.
She lay down along his body, her cunt still less than an inch from his mouth, her mouth close to his cock. Quickly she shifted one leg of his shorts and pulled his cock free. It stood straight up from his groin. “You can’t see me too well from there,” she said. “Look in the mirror.”
Jack had forgotten that one wall of the free-weight area was mirrored. He turned slightly to his right so he could just see around Nan’s thigh. The sight was incredible. A naked woman was lying along his body, her breasts caressing his belly, her mouth just above his straining cock, her warm breath making him quiver. Her smell filled him. Her weight pressed him down. His hands gripped the weights until his knuckles went white, his muscles strained to push his cock into this woman’s waiting mouth.
“You’ll wait until I’m ready,” she said. “Make me ready. Lick me.”
He did gladly, sliding his tongue over the length of her sopping slit. He tried every trick he knew to give her pleasure, sucking her clit into his mouth, flicking the tip of his tongue across her then slowly laving the entire area. He pointed and stiffened his tongue until his mouth ached, then stabbed it as far into her pussy as it would go.
“My, my,” Nan said, her breathing rapid, “you do good work. I think you deserve a reward.”
Jack felt her hot mouth draw his aching cock deep inside. It would only take a moment of that level of intense pleasure for him to come. “You’ll make me come,” he groaned.
“You better not come,” Nan said. “You’ve got a job to do. If you make me come first, then, and only then, will you be allowed to climax. Do you
understand that?”
Jack moaned and clenched his muscles tightly. “Yes,” he whispered, trying to concentrate on cold showers and snow-covered mountains. He licked and sucked, his mind divided between giving pleasure and trying to control his need to climax. Slowly he felt Nan’s thigh muscles tighten. He tried to concentrate on which of the things his tongue was doing would make her come. When he rubbed his lips over her clit, she quivered. When he blew a stream of cold air over her swollen lips, her thighs clenched around his head. Yes, he told himself, I can do it for her. As he felt the ripples through her belly and the spasms of her vaginal muscles, he knew he could hold back no longer. He filled her mouth with his semen, coming for what seemed to him like hours.
It was several minutes before either of them moved. As Nan stood up, she said, “Damn, you’re good. That was wonderful.” She moved behind him.
Jack took a deep breath and let go of the weights. He flexed his aching fingers and picked up a small towel that lay on the floor. “Terrific.” He sat up slowly, wiped his face, drying the sweat and enjoying the lingering smell of Nan’s juices. “How about going back to my place? We can pick up a pizza and continue this when we recover.” He took the towel away from his face and looked around in amazement. The gym was empty. Although he looked throughout the large facility, Nan seemed to have vanished.
Jack worked out late every night for several weeks, but eventually he had to admit that he would never see her again. But he had the memory of that one incredible night, a night he would never forget.
As the story ended, the room filled with the mellow tones of the saxophone, Barbara lay in the tub and rubbed her fingers furiously between her legs. When she came it was swirls of all colors, bright and silent.
As she relaxed, she lay in the cooling water thinking about the story she had just heard. There was so much out there, so much sexual fun for people to share. Next weekend she was seeing Jay again. Could she wait? She wanted to experience everything now. Right now.
Chapter
7
The following morning, Barbara showed up at work dressed in a soft rose knit suit. Although the line of the suit itself was quite conservative, the way it clung to her body as she moved was enough to ignite fantasies in a few of her office mates. And, for the first time, as she looked at the men she passed in elevators and hallways, she noticed the appreciative glances she received. Branch out, she thought. Date. Make love because it’s fun and easy.
Midmorning she went to the ladies’ room and looked at herself carefully in the full-length mirror. Not a raving beauty, not even conventionally pretty, she realized shaking her head, but there was a spark there now. She smoothed her skirt over her hips and adjusted the jacket’s neckline slightly to reveal just a bit of cleavage. Not bad, she told herself. Not bad at all.
“Hi,” a voice said as she walked back to her desk. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Alex Fernandez. I’m from Gordon-Watson’s West Coast affiliate.”
“Nice to meet you,” Barbara said, watching the man’s eyes coolly appraise her. “I’m Barbara Enright.”
“Well, Barbara Enright, I’m only here till tomorrow afternoon. I know I should take my time, but when I see something as delectable as you, I can’t see beating around the bush. How about a drink after work?”
“You don’t waste any time,” Barbara said, grinning at the man’s audacity. But he was gorgeous, medium height, with deep brown eyes and brown curly hair that looked like combing it was useless. He was wearing the office costume, dark suit and white shirt, but his tie was a wild print of orange and purple. Feeling bold, she reached over and touched his tie, pressing just hard enough so she knew he felt the slight pressure of her fingers. “Nice tie.”
“Thanks. So how about that drink?”
She thought about it for only a moment. “I’d like that. Tonight?”
“If you’re free,” Alex said, his eyes holding hers. “Since I’m going back tomorrow, we don’t have too much time. Listen, I have lots of work to do, but I can probably be out of here by seven.”
“Let’s see how the time works out as the day progresses,” Barbara said.
About four-thirty Barbara found Alex in the law library. He had his head buried in a three-inch-thick tome and several others littered the table around him. “I have a few things to do. Why don’t I stop back here around seven and we can see about that drink?”
Alex looked up and smiled slightly. “That’ll be great,” he said, looking at his watch. “Better make it about seven-thirty.”
When Barbara got home, Maggie was waiting for her. As Barbara made coffee, she told Maggie about Alex. “I’m tingling all over,” she said finally. “And I initiated it.”
“Don’t get carried away,” Maggie said, then giggled. “Hey, listen to me. Which side of this am I on?”
“Oh, Maggie, I won’t get carried away. It’s just that this is so much fun. Flirting. Picturing every man I see without clothes. Wondering how he would be in bed.”
Maggie patted the back of Barbara’s hand. “I know, and I’m with you. Just be careful. Condoms and like that. And never do something that you don’t want to do just because someone else wants you to.”
Maggie looked at Barbara’s watch. She had stopped wearing one because it never told the right time anyway. Whenever she went through the revolving room in the computer building, time got all shifted around. “It’s getting late and you need to shower and make yourself gorgeous. Why don’t you go meet Alex and let things flow from there.” Maggie made a few suggestions about how to make the evening progress the way Barbara wanted it to, and Barbara listened carefully. Then she stood up. “I think I will do just what you suggested,” she said. “And let the devil take the hindmost.”
In the computer room, Lucy raised her arms in the air. “Yes,” she hissed. “Right on, Barbara.”
“Shut up,” Angela growled.
It was almost eight when Barbara locked the office’s heavy outer door behind her and dropped the keys back into her purse. She put her coat on her desk, then picked up the shopping bag she had brought with her and walked toward the library. About halfway down the hall she stopped. Could she do this? It had sounded like a fantastic idea when she and Maggie had talked about it, but now, in reality, she felt like she was about to make a fool out of herself. Alex probably wanted to talk to her about office politics or something.
Suddenly the door to the library opened. “Barbara,” Alex said, seeing her standing in the hall. “I was beginning to think you’d stood me up.” A grin lit his face.
“I’m sorry I’m late. I got held up.” No, she wouldn’t do it. She couldn’t.
Alex walked toward her, then glanced down at the shopping bag. He peeked in the top, looked at her and smiled. “Champagne,” he said, a slight catch in his voice. “Do some shopping on the way here? Is that a gift for someone?”
Now or never. “Actually, I thought you might be getting thirsty. All those books and all.”
“What a great idea,” Alex said, his eyes widening. “I was just going to get a soda, but this will go down much more easily. Got glasses?”
“I certainly do,” Barbara said. As she slowly followed Alex back into the law library, she wondered whether he might have misunderstood. But what was there to misunderstand? An empty office. Champagne.
As Barbara closed the door behind her, Alex pulled the champagne bottle and two flutes from the bag. “What’s this?” he asked, pulling out the tape player Maggie had placed there. She had included a tape Maggie had given her that contained just the erotic background music from the tapes Barbara had become so intrigued with. He put the tape in the player and pushed the play button. As he opened the bottle, the soft-summer-night wail of a saxophone filled the room.
“Great music,” Alex said as he filled the two glasses. He handed one to Barbara and, with the music filling their ears, they clinked glasses. “Wonderful,” he whispered, swallowing some of the bubbly liquid.
Nervously
Barbara emptied the glass and Alex quickly refilled it. She sipped a bit more and looked at him standing in front of her. From the look in his eyes it was obvious that he wanted what Barbara wanted. But how to begin? As the hesitation lengthened, she decided she could make the first move. She could. Then she squared her shoulders, took a deep breath and said, “Dance with me?”
“Ummm, yeah,” Alex said, putting his glass on the large oak table. “Good idea.”
Barbara held on to her glass like some kind of security blanket as Alex took her in his arms. Their feet barely moved and his body pressed against hers. “I love slow dancing,” she whispered into Alex’s ear, alternately confident and terrified. “It’s like making love standing up.”
“I do too,” Alex said, shaking his head. “But I don’t believe this is happening. Things like this only happen in movies. And never to guys like me.”
“Do you want it to happen?” Barbara asked.
“Oh, yes.”
Barbara leaned back and gazed into Alex’s eyes. “So?”
After a moment’s hesitation, Alex’s face softened and his mouth pressed against hers. The kiss was at first tentative, then deeper until Barbara felt her entire body fuse with his. When he took her in his arms, she could feel the drumming of his heart, and hers. She placed her mouth beside his ear and hummed a bit of familiar music.
Hungrily Alex placed a line of kisses from Barbara’s ear, along her jawline, to her mouth. As his mouth covered hers, he took her glass and put it on the table. Then he laced his fingers with hers and held her hands against her thighs. They stood, their feet moving slightly to the deep rhythm of the music, their mouths fused, her nostrils filled with the smell of his aftershave.
Barbara was soaring. The music, which she had come to associate with erotic experiences, filled her soul, Alex’s mouth teased, his tongue probing and filling, his hands holding hers immobile.
Alex slid their joined hands to the small of Barbara’s back and pressed so her belly and mound were pressed intimately against his obviously hard cock. Barbara moved her hips slightly and heard Alex groan. She changed the position of the kiss slightly and tangled her tongue with his. He shuddered.
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