Edge of Extasy: X is for Xanthe Part One

by Issa Cherry

  His touch lingered only momentarily again on that area of my rear that until tonight had never felt the touch of another. On reaching my most tender regions his fingers parted into a scissor formation and began rubbing my vulva. The movement of his fingers was firm and self-assured, like his every other action so far: he knew exactly what he was doing!

  Instinctively my back arched as if to offer my womanhood to him, enticing him to explore further and deeper within.

  Finally, those fingers went to work on my labia. I thought I would cum instantaneously when two fingers were poked briefly into my pussy between brief stints of working on the now throbbing surrounding area.

  ‘Feel how wet you are, Xanthe!’

  He removed the hand that had brought me to the brink and started to wipe my own pussy juices across my breasts, tweaking each nipple in turn as he went. The feeling, although tantalizing, was second to the tingling that he had created deep within me.

  I wanted more. I could hardly believe it: I wanted real live cock!

  As one hand jiggled my breasts, his other hand started where the first had left off below. The feel of his arms embracing my body from behind only served to heighten my arousal. His torso pressed its own muscular hardness into my back. I wanted to speak. I wanted to tell him:

  ‘Oh how I want you! I have no doubts. Right here and now, I am willing to give you anything you want. Anything at all!’

  Just when I thought I could not get any wetter and that my erogenous zones could not throb any harder, he began to insert his fingers in and out of me at a faster pace. Two fingers became three fingers on the next entry. Soon it was four fingers and I was sure I would burst from the feeling of fullness as I felt intimate muscles flex to tighten their grip on his digits.

  He was prolonging my desire in ways I never imagined possible, leaving me longing for the next stage. I moaned making sure there was no room for him to doubt how badly I wanted him.

  ‘Do you want more, Xanthe?

  ‘Please! Please!’ I nodded vigorously and let out several rasped moans. My cries muted by layers of satin and lace.

  ‘Shall I show you just what a man can do for you, Xanthe?’

  He stopped his teasing of my body and pushed his body away from mine.

  ‘In a moment you will know how it feels, Xanthe.’

  I heard the sound of fabric moving and a zipper being unzipped. My heart thumped hard in my chest at a speed that rivalled the throbbing in my pussy.

  ‘Are you ready, Xanthe?’

  ‘Oh God! Yes!’ I wanted to scream. The anticipation was agonising. I knew he was going to take me to heights hitherto unknown, and I was ready for him and whatever he had on offer.

  I heard faint sounds I could not identify. Waiting, I enjoyed the feel of my still highly aroused body. When I heard what sounded like the cellar door, I wondered if he had invited another. Although I had never tried it, I had always wondered what a ménage trios would be like. My imagination ran wild with the possibilities he could bring to any penetration after the skills he had already demonstrated.

  In the silence I strained to hear anything that would give me a clue of the pleasure to come. The pause was long enough to make my body conscious of the coldness of the cellar.

  A shiver ran the length of my body reaching my head just as the realisation struck. I fumbled as I raced to pull the blindfold off. I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the light once more.

  In an instance I knew that it had not been the sound of undressing I had heard. What I had listened to was him as he dressed and later closed the door behind him.

  He was gone.

  What Xanthe Did Next

  ‘Damn!’ I pressed my foot on the brake.

  I had stopped at what seemed to be the tenth red light of the morning. I had slept through my alarm and was about to be uncharacteristically late for work.

  I had only drifted off sometime after dawn. My body felt wired after the events of the night before, while my mind went over and over what had happened.

  ‘How had he found me and why did he do that?’ I complained as I slapped my hand on the steering wheel as I waited for the lights to change.

  Everything seemed so surreal in the cold light of day, but even still my body buzzed every time I thought about the unexpected private encore that my Webcast performance had taken.

  Guiding my sedan through the tree-lined entry of the campus, I continued to ponder what my largely sleep-starved mind had refused to let go in the time since. I feared the relentless search for answers would drive me crazy. The question foremost occupying my thoughts: just who was that mystery man? Why had he planned so carefully to show me glimpses of ecstasy without following through? What bizarre pleasure could he have possibly gotten from not going all the way? Surely he had wanted to fuck me as much as I wanted him to fuck me?

  Turning off the ignition, I felt the sense of sexual confidence and liberation shutting down as quickly as the engine of my car. Realising how badly I wanted a man came as a surprise. I did not just want any man: I wanted a particular man, one I could not even name! Checking the rear view mirror to assess the circles around my eyes before reaching for my brief case, I tried to break with this mode of thinking and get into facing the working day.

  Although I enjoyed my job and seemed to have the respect of my staff, the work sometimes felt like it lacked challenge. Maybe that was why I had taken to my sexual thrill-seeking ways: to break out of the predictability of my life?

  ‘Oh hell!’ I muttered to myself again. My encounter with Mystery Man had set off a chain reaction of deep-thought and introspection, which were the very things I was trying to escape! On reaching the huge flag-stone floored foyer of the library building I tried to channel my conservative librarian persona. Work was going to be almost impossible if I was going to be completely without focus.

  ‘Morning!’ I nodded in the direction of the staff behind the circulation desk and weaving my way through throngs of students making their way for the public access computers on the ground floor level, I decided to find an excuse to hide out in my office for the day. I needed to find my equilibrium once more.

  Heading upstairs through the technical services and administration departments, I was greeted by various staff as I went. Fortunately, as ninety-five per cent of the staff were female I knew there was little risk that Mystery Man was hiding within their numbers.

  ‘Xan! I was beginning to think you must have been ill or something!’ Linda, the blonde whirlwind head of the administration section welcomed me.

  ‘No, I just got caught in morning traffic.’ I avoided totally fibbing to Linda, after all traffic was bad. I just didn’t mention my extra-curricular activities.

  ‘It wouldn’t hurt if you took a day off once in a while, you know!’ Linda gave me her weekly lecture for what seemed the hundredth time, ‘You’re all work and no play!’

  Her words always made me laugh inwardly. If only she knew what I had been getting up to after hours in the cellar of this very building! Damn! Until last night, I had thought the secret was mine and mine alone.

  I made my way past some book stacks and a quiet study area for students on my way across to my office at the far end of the first floor, with Linda struggling to keep up with my pace. Pausing as I unlocked my office door, I paused to turn to speak to Linda, her face expressed a look of worry.

  ‘I really appreciate your concern, but I promise I am looking after myself. Besides –‘ I eyed the older woman, who at a youthful forty was only fourteen years older than myself ‘you are way too young to be my mother and I am old enough to look after myself!’ I attempted to reassure her.

  ‘Okay, I know. It is just all those nights you work back late. You are always the last to leave….oh and speaking of work: before I forget, here is that budget report you wanted.’ Linda handed me a thick folder of statistical analysis of the library’s annual operational budget.

  The budget: featuring miles of financial tables. Just what I needed r
ight now! Boring statistical data destined to send me back to thoughts of last night. ‘Thanks Linda. I want to get this report done by the end of the day. Can you hold my calls? That will give me my only hope of completing the report before next week’s Board meeting.’

  ‘Okay’ she looked doubtful ‘I suppose you are pretty booked up over the next few days. If I make sure you are not disturbed, will that mean you won’t have to work back on this tonight?’

  ‘Yes! That will really help. I promise!’

  With that reassurance Linda was happy. ‘Good, I will leave you to get on with it!’

  Switching on my computer and clearing paper files from my desk, I made space for the financial report. I flicked through the weighty tome for a few moments before turning again to thoughts of last night. Closing my eyes, I thought I could almost feel his hands on me again.

  ‘Hands!’ My eyes flew wide open.

  Those hands and arms were all I actually saw of him. I wracked my brain trying to recall if I had seen any identifying marks. Any rings? A watch? Freckles? Scars? Tattoos? Nothing! Mystery Man had shown me nothing that would help me identify him. I would need to be paraded naked and blindfolded then groped by a line-up of suspects in any identity parade! I shivered slightly at the recollection of just how skilful he had been with those hands.

  With a sigh I threw myself into the task at hand: preparing the yearly report. By early afternoon I had made good progress on putting the stats into some meaningful order and went for a coffee from the staff room. After exchanging pleasantries with George and Sue, two of the longest serving members of the team, our discussion turned to my presentation to the College Board next week.

  Sue’s comments comparing the College Board to ‘a den of lions’ caused George to exclaim: ‘They are more like toothless tigers, the bunch of them, except for Professor Alomes. He may be gorgeous, but rumour has it, he is ferocious!’

  We all laughed at George’s reference to the reputed good looks of the newest member of the Board. Fifty, gay and single, George had checked out just about every adult male on the campus. ‘Too bad he plays for the other team, otherwise that is one big cat I would sure enjoy taming. He is Hugh Jackman handsome!’

  I poured my coffee and headed back to my office, leaving Sue and George with their campus gossip. The description of a Board member as one of the big cat family was almost too silly to contemplate. I couldn’t think of any one the College Board fitting the depiction of the powerful and agile characteristics of a tiger or panther.

  A member of the big cat family was a more accurate description of what I had experienced the night before. Mystery Man had both arrived and departed with almost feline like ease. Perhaps he is a cat burglar? My musings halted instantaneously. I gripped my cup, making sure the shocking thought did not cause me to send coffee spilling everywhere before I was safely back in my office.

  I hope the rest of the College Board doesn’t know what you get up to after hours.

  Those words sent shockwaves through my entire body. All at once I knew who Mystery Man was, for he had told me himself!

  Well almost: while I did not know exactly who my Mystery Man was, the list of possibilities had just been narrowed down to a very select group of people. I had been taken by surprise and was practically lusted out of my brain when he had uttered those words. I could be excused for not using my usually razor sharp powers of deduction. Still I inwardly cursed myself for not picking up on that vital clue earlier.

  Taking a seat in my ergonomic chair, I went over the facts once more: he had afterhours access to the building plus he had known I was a librarian. Those two facts alone did not point to any one person in particular, but added to the slip about the Board, the list of possibilities just became a whole lot smaller.

  I immediately went to work on my research. Scouring the College’s Website for a list of current Board member names, I then started to work my way through their biographies. Of the list of thirty possibilities, twelve names could instantly be discarded. Although my Mystery Man was many things, he was clearly not female. The very memory of those arms, that chest and those fingers still managed to send a frisson of excitement racing through my body. He was incontrovertibly male and so the twelve female members of the Board were excluded from my list.

  Delving a little further into the biographies of the male members of the Board, I was quickly able to eliminate a further nine as their resumes showed them to clearly being older than sixty. Three more were discounted due to skin colour. Although Mystery Man’s forearms showed signs of a tan, he was clearly Caucasian. That left me with a remaining list of six clear possibilities.

  ‘I’ll show you!’ I spoke out loud again.

  I set about plotting my revenge. I was confident I would find him and when I did, the tables would be turned so to speak. The more I had thought about it, the more my indignation grew. I wanted so desperately to return the favour and show him what it was like to be worked up into such an erotic state and to the point of orgasm only to be left all alone. I was determined to win back the control he had taken from me. For a year now I had decided when and how I climaxed and I had not needed a man! Suddenly, a stranger arrives out of thin air just to show me what a man could do for me?

  So you do respond to the touch of a man?

  I gasped slightly as I recalled his words. Had he planned the whole thing to humiliate me? To punish me for the teasing acts I had performed on my Webcast? The very thought made me angrier by the moment. I was fuming by the time I had started printing out files on those six Board members. My mind raced with all sorts of thoughts of what my next actions would be. I was so deep in thought that I jumped when there was a knock on my door.

  On the other side of the door I found Linda looking ashen-faced. ‘Xan, Professor Alomes just phoned-‘

  ‘Alomes? I knew the name instantly, for I had only just added it to my final list of Mystery Man candidates.

  ‘He said wants to meet with you and says he is on his way over immediately! He sounded so serious on the phone!’

  ‘Oh did he?’ All sorts of ideas were running through my mind, yet the same thought kept repeating: Professor Alomes was my Mystery Man!

  I was about to reply to Linda when out the corner of my eye, I became aware of a male presence in the doorway of my office. It was the Professor himself.

  ‘Thank you Linda,’ I spoke confidently as my loyal staff member closed my office door as she left. I tried to compose myself so a sudden attack of nerves did not betray me outwardly.

  ‘Please take a seat Professor.’ I offered, doing my best to retain my librarian persona.

  From the other side of my desk, my efforts to review his status as Mystery man suitability was severely limited by the realisation that it was me who was under review. His unblinking staring pale blue eyes felt like they would burn holes through me with their glare.

  ‘God dammit!’ My mind screamed. He was even better looking than George had suggested. Averting my gaze, I looked to see if I could spy a glimpse of his hands. His arms where hidden by an immaculate while long-sleeved shirt. His neat business attire struggled to conceal the ruggedly masculine torso that lay beneath it. Normally, I would immediately be thinking lewd thoughts about how much fun this man would be. But as he continued to assess me visually with his cold stare, I felt exposed instead of turned on.

  Feeling nervously impatient, I attempted to take control of matters immediately. ‘You asked to see me, Professor Alomes. How can I help you?’

  My indignation over the night before combined with my newly rediscovered desire for the touch of a man to make a potent mix. He continued to stare, taking his time to drink all of me in. While his expression may have been useful for playing poker, it was no use to me.

  ‘Miss Jones -,’ he spoke in a deliberate manner that seemed strangely familiar. In fact his whole demeanour seemed calculated and slow. He was entirely reminiscent of Mystery Man.

  ‘It’s Xanthe!’ I interjected.


  ‘Xanthe. There is something important we need to discuss.’

  My nerves were on a knife-edge listening for every last nuance in his voice. Closing my eyes I tried to compare his voice with that of Mystery Man.

  ‘Have I come at a bad time?’ he asked as my eyes flew wide open again.

  ‘No….please, continue!’ I stood up and paced a little to try and ease my nervous tension as all my blood seemed to be racing to my head all at once.

  I turned to face him as I awaited his next words to find him immediately behind me. The shock of his close proximity caused me to let out an audible moan. His arms went around my waist and I instinctively threw mine around his shoulders. I pressed my body firmly against his, enjoying the solid feel of his muscles against the softness of my curves. Within seconds I could feel another hardness: this one growing rapidly within his trousers.

  ‘Miss Jones!’ He scolded, pushing himself away from me, holding me firmly by the shoulders at arm’s length. ‘I thought you were going to faint! I did not mean to –‘

  He had no chance. Before he could get the words out of his mouth, I had subtly untied the side straps on my wrap jersey knit dress and flung open the front exposing my body in all its Webcast lingerie-clad glory.

  ‘Ohhh!’ Told me I had rendered him speechless. My confidence began to recover. I guided him backwards in the direction of the nearest seat.

  ‘Sit!’ I pushed him by the shoulders as he dropped into the ergonomic chair I strode quickly over to my office door and locked it securely.

  Turning back to face my prey I noticed his face expressed a mix of surprise and lust. As I approached his chair and leaned in using the arm rests for support, I whispered: ‘Now it’s your turn to learn how it feels!’ just inches away from his face.

  He tried to kiss me, but I stood up straight again to escape his reach. As he went to stand, I pushed him by the shoulders back into the seat again.

  I was ready to go into the performance of the year. This time there were no cameras. I was going to get my revenge and it was going to be sweet!