Day 6, Saturday.

I woke slowly, and it took me a few moments to remember where I was. I was completely naked and spread out on smooth, clean sheets that were of excellent quality and had a very high thread count. I was marvelling at how smooth, cool, and nice they felt against my bare skin. The room was lit up so brightly that I had to blink rapidly to try to let my eyes adjust. When I could see without it causing pain to my eyes, I rolled over to see why it was so bright. The sun was shining in through the open window, and I could see a huge strip of bright blue sky, completely unblemished by any clouds. I remembered my amazement at this view last night, and in a dizzying rush, yesterday's events bloomed into my memory.

I detected a slight breeze and noticed that the glass panel door to the balcony was open. Out on the balcony were a small table and two chairs. The table had a coffee pot and two cups on it. Seeing the coffee pot made me sniff the air for its fresh aroma, but what I smelled instead was bacon, eggs, and toast, which caused my stomach to growl in response.

I sat up, allowing the sheet to fall off me, and looked around. I couldn't see Stefan anywhere or see the source of that delicious smell either. Sitting up alerted me to a more pressing issue than my hunger, however, and I realised that I desperately needed to pee. I stepped out of bed and stretched, feeling the breeze gently tickle over my naked body, and it felt delightful as well as a little bit naughty.

I walked out the door towards the bathroom, half expecting to see Stefan along the way, but he must have been downstairs. I got to the top of the staircase and looked down, but I couldn't see him down there. I could, however, hear him moving things around in the kitchen—a pan and some crockery—by the sounds. My full bladder was telling me that any further looking for Stefan would have to wait, so I turned around and entered the bathroom.

As I came back out of the bathroom, Stefan was walking up the stairs.

“Well, good morning, gorgeous.”

I felt like I was grinning like an idiot, but I didn't care. Sure, I wanted to look cool and unfazed by his praise, but it just made me feel like giggling. I felt like Donkey from Shrek. “She called me a noble steed; she thinks I'm a steed.” I couldn't keep the smile out of my voice if I tried.

“Good morning to you too, handsome.”

Stefan was smiling back and openly admiring my naked form.

“How can anyone look so damn good straight out of bed? I swear I look like a wildebeest with mange when I first wake up. I'm just glad you slept through the horror.”

I laughed at his obvious exaggeration as I admired his fit-looking body in a pair of shorts and a completely unbuttoned button-up shirt. He looked like a male model, and his hair was shiny and beautifully neat in a casual kind of way.

“I'm glad you're awake, though; I don't want your breakfast or coffee to go cold.”

The mention of food, combined with the smell, caused my stomach to growl loud enough for both of us to hear. We both laughed, and he looked at my stomach with exaggerated fear.

“And just in time, too, by the sound of that angry beast.”

I giggled again as I followed him through the bedroom to the balcony. I followed him out the door and onto the balcony. I sat down at the table and noticed his cheeky grin, the only real acknowledgement of my being out there completely naked. I returned his cheeky smile, although it held an edge of defiance, as though challenging him to say something. He just smiled wider and nodded, conceding the point.

“Your breakfast is served, Madam.”

I snorted at his attempt at formality.

“I’m no madam, Stefan, and I certainly require no payment. I would happily fuck you for the rest of my life."

“A very tempting offer.”

“Really? Even when I’m eighty years old with saggy boobs and a saggy, wrinkly ass?”

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Especially then. You don’t have to sell me on the idea.”

I snorted as I tried to take my first mouthful of breakfast.

“You are a sick, twisted, nasty pervert. I love it.”

He grinned at me, and again, I was reminded of a naughty boy up to no good.

We settled into breakfast, and from the first mouthful, I realised I was ravenous. I tried to be ladylike and take my time, but I’m pretty sure I looked like a wild animal stripping a carcass. I took my time over that coffee, though; I couldn’t believe how good it was.

“Have you been holding out on me? You said the coffee at work was your favourite, but this is even better.”

“This is a bit different. This is for very special events only.”

I could see that he was genuine in his belief that this was a truly special event, and again, it made me feel so special. He just seemed to have a knack for making me feel like a princess or some kind of special treasure. I’m not going to pretend that I didn’t like it; I loved it. No one had ever made me feel the way he was making me feel. I enjoyed it, but it was scaring the hell out of me too. It was such a strange feeling to be so frightened of something that I wanted so much. Maybe I was scared it wasn’t real and that it would all blow away like dust in the wind. Maybe I was scared of not exploring myself the way I had promised myself I would and regretting it.

I shook myself physically, as though trying to shake the negative feelings out of me.

“Are you okay, Sam?”

“Yeah, sorry, just thinking too much.”

He nodded as though he understood, and, in some ways, I guess he did. He had been let down a lot before too, it seemed, and I could understand how he would be nervous about putting himself out there again.

I looked around and wondered how my mind could become morose when it was a beautiful sunny morning. I was out on this balcony bare-assed, with a belly full of fine food and a sexy man sitting right next to me. There was no way I wasn’t going to take advantage of this situation.

“So, Stefan, does it turn you on to have me naked, just sitting out here where anyone with a decent telescope or camera can see me?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Hmm, would it turn you on if they could see me spread wide open like this?”

I asked as I leaned back and spread my legs wide apart.

“Oh, God, yes.”

“Really? What about if I started playing with my pussy like this?”

I separated my pussy lips with my fingers and began slowly circling my clit with my fingertip. The feeling of the breeze on my open pussy was amazing. The thought of someone watching me tease Stefan like this was enough to have me wet already, and I closed my eyes temporarily as I thought about someone watching me as I displayed myself, taking photos of my exposed pussy and my fingers dipping into it.

“Sam, that is so fucking sexy.”

Stefan's voice was husky with lust.

“Does it make your cock hard to see me like this? To think about strangers seeing my naked body.”

“Fuck, yes!”

“Mmm, show me your hard cock, Stefan. I want to see it.”

Stefan glanced around quickly; not that he would have been able to tell if anyone could see him or not, but it was just a reflex action. He stood up, pushed his shorts down to his feet, and then stepped out of them. His throbbing cock was bouncing before him. I smiled at the sight of his cock standing proudly before him.

“Mmm, fuck, yes. Bring that sexy cock here. I want to taste it again.”

He walked over to me and stood between my spread thighs. I bent forward and began to slowly push my lips down over his cock. I slowly slid my lips down the length of his thick shaft until I simply couldn't fit any more of his cock in my mouth. I began to slowly back off a little before pushing back down onto him. I gradually increased the pace of my motions until I felt his hand wrap in my hair, and he began guiding me and dictating the pace. It was so exciting to be behaving like such a cock-hungry slut in public, and it had me once again on the verge of an orgasm as my fingers worked my clit.

The first few tremors had begun when suddenly he pulled his cock out of my mouth. There was a long string of saliva and pre-cum connecting his cock to my lips, and I watched it glisten in the sun. I wondered if my pussy was glistening too. I looked up at Stefan, who seemed to be having trouble controlling himself. He gave me such a demanding look that it sent a shiver through me.

“Stand up.”

I automatically did what I was told. He dropped to his knees in front of me and attacked my pussy with his mouth. I let out a cry as the orgasm that had begun backing off when he took his cock out of my mouth came bounding back. He sucked my lips and clit into his mouth, and his tongue seemed to have a life of its own as it went berserk on my clit. I lasted all of about ten seconds before I was calling out loudly as I came all over his face. I didn't care if anyone could hear; I wanted them to hear. I wanted them to know that Stefan was a good lover and that he was making me cum.

I almost collapsed, as my legs didn't seem to want to support me anymore. They were wobbling like a plate of jelly as his hands cupped my ass to support me. I wrapped my hands around his head, and that helped anchor me to the spot. Eventually, though, I had to tell him to stop, as he was making me too sensitive.

Stefan smiled up at me; his mouth, nose, and chin were shining with my cum, and he couldn't have looked happier about it. He checked that I had regained my balance enough to stand on my own, then let go of me. He stood up, wrapped me in his arms, and then kissed me.

“I love it when I can taste myself on you.”

He murmured to me.

“I love it when I can taste both of us. I like the taste of us combined.”

“God, you are so fucking sexy, Sam. I have to have you right now.”

I grinned because I felt pretty much the same way. He turned me until I was up against the glass balustrade, then he spread my legs apart and pushed his cock into me from behind. He immediately went about fucking me into a mindless mess of pleasure. My world narrowed down to the here and now. I could feel my cum running down my inner thigh, my breasts mashed against the cool glass, the breeze stirring my hair, and Stefan's hands gripping my waist while his hips pounded my ass and his glorious cock pistoned into me furiously. I was calling out in ecstasy as he took me over and over again.

As suddenly as he started, he came to a stop. He was pushed as deep into me as was possible in this position. My ass was spread as though trying to allow more room for him, and I could feel his cock swelling inside me. I could feel it spasm over and over again, and I could feel his abdomen pulsing as well. My orgasm was swelling and ebbing in time with Stefan's. It wasn't one of those mind-blowing orgasms, but it was so lovely to be so in sync with him.

I felt his body relax, although he made no move to disengage from me. He was leaning against my back, and I could feel him still trying to catch his breath. I was staring off into space, sort of looking at nothing as I enjoyed the afterglow, when movement caught my eye. The building across the street had a window where the blinds were being pulled open. There was a woman in a cleaner’s uniform who, at this very moment, was turning from the curtain she had just opened. It was like a slow-motion movie scene as her head pivoted towards me until... She stopped suddenly, and I could see her clearly enough to see her mouth drop open and her eyes go wide.

All I could do was smile and wave. She seemed like a deer in the headlights, and she just couldn't look away. The situation was quite comical to me, and I started to giggle. Stefan, of course, noticed me shaking and moved.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just waving to a shocked neighbour.”

“Oh, shit!”

Stefan immediately moved back, and as a result, a fresh torrent of cum was released from me and began to run down my leg. The whole situation was hilarious to me, and I just laughed even harder. Stefan hurried back inside and then turned around, expecting me to be right on his heels.

“Ah, Sam, shouldn't you come inside now?”

“Oh, I suppose so.”

I smiled and waved again, then turned. I have to admit that I gave my sexiest wiggle as I sashayed back through the door. Stefan was goggling at me as if I had just done the most outrageous thing he had ever seen. I looked at him with the most innocent look I could manage.

“What?”

He laughed and shook his head.

“You are outrageous.”

“Is that bad?”

“It's fucking sexy, is what it is.”

“Well, I have to admit, I do feel pretty sexy right now.”

“You should always feel sexy, because you are. I can't imagine you ever not being sexy. You are sexy, beautiful, and exciting.”

I blushed at his praise and didn't know how to respond. A gust of breeze floated in through the door and emphasised the cool feeling of the fluids that had leaked out of me and most of the way down my legs now. That didn't feel quite so sexy somehow.

I walked over to Stefan and put my arms around his shoulders. I stared into his warm, brown, smiling eyes. Then I kissed him.

“Thank you.”

He looked slightly puzzled.”

What for?”

“For accepting me for who I am, for making me feel like a sexy, desirable woman, for being a good and generous lover, but mostly for that delicious breakfast.”

He chuckled and kissed me back.

“You're welcome, but I am just acknowledging the truth. You are a sexy and desirable woman. I am more than happy to make you breakfast any time you want, for as long as you want.”

What was he saying? Was he talking about a relationship? About living together? Am I reading too much into this?

I suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed and uncertain again. I tried to hide it, but I could see that he had seen the uncertainty in my eyes. I could almost see him mentally kicking himself. I needed a moment to think, and I also needed to get cleaned up, so I gave him a light kiss on the lips, then removed my arms from his shoulders. I took a step back and looked around for my bag. I picked it up and began to head towards the bathroom.

“I need to go get cleaned up.”

Stefan looked wounded, as though he had broken something precious to him.

“Sam, I'm sorry if I said something wrong.”

I stopped walking and steadied myself for a moment, then turned back to him.

“Stefan, is what you just said true? All of it?”

To give him credit, I could see him think back over what had just been said, and then he nodded.

“Yes, but I feel like I may have said too much.”

“If it's true, then don't apologise for it. I always want you to tell me the truth. It's just... It's a lot, and it's very early days, and I am having a lot of strong feelings too. I just need to get things straight in my head. I don't want to get hurt, and I don't want to hurt you either.”

He nodded, but he looked miserable, and I felt I needed to clarify things a bit.

“Stefan, I don't want this to be just a fling. If it is and that's all you want, that's okay, I guess, but I want more than that. I suspect you do too, but we are both feeling a bit vulnerable and freaked out right at this moment. I just need a few minutes to have a shower and think, okay?”

He seemed to relax a bit, and a tentative smile returned to his face.

“Of course. Sorry, Sam.”

I smiled and shook my head.

“Stop apologising.”

I turned and walked towards the bathroom, this time making it without interruption.

As the steaming hot water flowed over me, I tried to think rationally and analytically about how I was feeling. I was scared, but it was more of a nervous, excited kind of fear. I couldn't think of a good reason not to continue, other than the three reasons I had already mentioned. So, I went over those reasons.

I wanted to explore my sexuality. I knew now that a lot of what I wanted, Stefan would happily and enthusiastically help me with. It was nice and made me feel better about it because, as much as it was exciting to be risky, it was also nice to think that maybe I would have a safe pair of arms to fall back into as well. The only real issue I could see was the fact that I wanted to explore things with Bec too. I knew that I didn't want a relationship other than friendship with Bec, but I was also very attracted to her sexually. I could see the future of having a friend with some fun benefits with her. I guess the thing that worried me the most was that Stefan might get jealous and stop being okay with it. Was I willing to risk one for the other?

I wanted to keep working the job that I have been at and enjoyed for years, and I was worried that maybe I was putting that at risk if things didn't work out with Stefan. In my heart, I knew that that ship had already sailed. If I called everything off right now and took a step back, things would be awkward between us. It was too late to worry about that eventuality now, and I also knew that I would not put myself in a position to stay with someone to keep a job. All in all, there was nothing I could do there that would change anything, so why even worry about it? It will be what it will be. Just coming to that realisation took some of the pressure off, and I felt a weight lift.

Finally, and most importantly, I didn't want to hurt Stefan. That alone should have been enough to tell me where my heart was, but your heart and your mind don't always communicate all that well. I didn't want to hurt him, and I didn't want to be hurt either. It felt like I was falling in love, and I was trying to figure out if it really was love or just lust. It seemed to have happened so fast, though. Was that normal? Do people fall this quickly in love, or am I mistaking something else for love? Am I going to make a fool of myself?

I came to the realisation that I had some major decisions to make, and it was not easy while the influence of Stefan was all around me. I wanted him; I knew that much. I wanted him intellectually, sexually, and physically in every way I could think of. I won't lie and say that I didn't imagine myself living here either. That too was a temptation, but that seemed to be the furthest stretch of fantasy compared to just loving him. Besides, I would never lower myself to the level of being with someone purely for financial gain. I would happily sign any number of contracts that would deny me access to any of them if that's what he wanted. That wasn't what interested me at all.

I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. I dried myself and got dressed, and at that time, I had decided what I needed to do. I looked around the top floor for Stefan, but he was nowhere to be seen. I descended the stairs and strolled through the passageway/library and around the corner where the rooms on the bottom floor opened up.

Stefan was sitting in that very comfy-looking chair, staring out the window at nothing in particular. When he heard me walking towards him, he turned his head and smiled at me. I walked up to him, stepped behind him, and placed my hands on his shoulders. I bent over and let my hands drape down over his chest. I kissed him on the forehead. He wrapped his arms around my arms in a type of hug. I moved around him and sat down on his lap, sitting side-on to him. I put my arms back around his neck and kissed him again. I felt my heart lurch a little when I looked into his eyes. I could see that he was happy to have me here in his arms, but there was sadness behind them.

“Are you alright, Stefan?”

He nodded, but at first, he didn't say anything. I waited patiently for him to gather his thoughts. He eventually sighed and began to talk.

“I'm feeling very confused, Sam.”

I nodded, knowing exactly how he felt.

“The thing is, I didn't go into this thinking about the future. To be honest, I was just excited. You are an intense and exciting woman, Sam, and I didn't expect it; it’s like I had no idea who you were even though I have known you, at least I thought I did, for years. I am realising that I only knew my dad’s version of you. He had a huge amount of respect for you. He admired your professionalism. I realise that that is only a tiny part of who you are. Now that I have seen more of you, I am coming to realise that I want to know a lot more.”

I smiled at the memory of Mario, and it gave me a flush of pride to know that he felt that way about me.

“It means a lot to me that he thought so highly of me. He was such a gentleman, and it was an honour to work for him. I think I know what you mean by unexpected feelings too, Stefan. I am feeling more today than I expected. This was initially about fun and exploring myself; I didn't expect to be having this dilemma right now.”

Stefan nodded, and that sad look intensified.

“So, it's definitely a dilemma, then?”

“Only if we let it be. Are you okay with listening to what I have been thinking about? I want to know what's going on from your end too.”

“If we don't talk about it, we'll only build it up into something bigger than it needs to be, and I honestly think we will regret it. I want to know what's worrying you, and hopefully we can come to some sort of understanding.”

There was a long pause, and we each seemed to be waiting for each other to start. Eventually, Stefan pulled me in close in a tight cuddle for a few moments.

“I take it from your silence that you want me to go first?”

I nodded, and he took a deep breath.

“Okay, first of all, I don't want to scare you away.”

I snorted a small laugh, but let him continue.

“Like I said, I went into this with no real thought about my feelings for you, but the thing that I least expected to happen seems to be. I have always admired you, both your personality and your looks, and when you started teasing me this week, my mind kind of flipped. As though the blood that should have been going to my brain was now going elsewhere, if you know what I mean.”

I giggled at his description.

“To be fair, that was kind of the reaction I was hoping for.”

“Well, it worked extremely well. It is like you somehow looked into my mind and learned all my turn-ons. The kinks that work for me the most are exactly what have been going on this week. You have always been attractive to me, but this week you became my fantasy girl. A smart man would have thought about the possible consequences of an affair with his employee, but clearly, I'm not a very smart man. The thing is, the more I talk to you, the more I get to know you, and the more I see your true personality, the more I am falling for you, Sam.”

Whoo boy. There it is.

“The part that's breaking my heart is that you have been very honest with me about what you want, and I suspect that maybe I am wanting something more than what you are, and I don't know what to do about that.”

I nodded and tried to look like I was mulling over what he said, despite already knowing what I was going to say next.

“Stefan, don't assume that you know what I want.”

I gave him a mock stern look, but there must have been enough cheeky smile in it to let him know I was just teasing because he let out a small laugh at the same time as he nodded.

“Yeah, that's fair enough.”

“What I want is you.”

His look changed to one of hope, and I smiled in response.

“I want you. I want to be with you. I want a relationship with you, but there are a few things we need to get clear on first.”

He didn't say anything but nodded eagerly.

“The first thing I want is for you to stop worrying about what that means for you or your Mum financially. If you need me to sign an agreement that denies me access to anything or whatever you want, just say so. I can see you've been caught up by gold diggers before, and I can assure you that is not my intention. Does that sound fair?”

He nodded.

“It's not very romantic, is it?”

“Stefan, I love the romance and the excitement, but not everything can be about that. I want you to feel safe and secure with this. I don't ever want you questioning my motives in this.”

“That's fair. What else is there?”

I took a deep breath. This was going to be the deal-breaker, if there was going to be one at all. I took a deep breath and let it out in a sort of shuddering sigh.

“I want the freedom to explore my sexuality the way we have discussed. This is something I need, and it's important to me. I want you very much, more than I have ever wanted anything, but I need to see this through too.”

He seemed to be mulling it over a bit before he responded.

“I have some stipulations with that.”

“Tell me.”

“I have no issue with it in concept, but there are some things that worry me about it. The first is that you are as safe as you can be. I know the point is to take risks, but I don't want you to get hurt either physically or emotionally. The other thing is, I want to know. I want to know where you are going to be if you can tell me, for safety reasons, but I also want to know about it. I want you to share this with me.”

I thought about it for a while, and it didn't seem completely unreasonable.

“I understand you want to keep me safe, and I will be as safe as I can be, but as you said, this is about the risk in a lot of ways. I can't promise I won't get hurt any more than I can promise I won't get hurt crossing a street.”

“I know, but there are some things where that risk can be minimised.”

“Okay, that's fair enough. I will try to let you know when and where I can, but if it's spur of the moment, then I can only do so much. I want to let you know when I can because, to be honest, it would be nice to have someone who will have my back if necessary, but I also know it turns you on, and I do enjoy teasing you. You never know; if you're lucky and the circumstances are right, I might even let you watch or join in if you want.”

A big grin spread across his face, and he got a faraway look in his eyes. I knew he was imagining me in some kind of scenario with someone else, and I found myself wishing I could see his fantasy in his mind.

He seemed satisfied with my responses, and I felt myself relax into his arms some more. With my head resting against his chest, I could hear the slow, steady thump-bump of his heart, and I smiled as his arms gently pulled me into him in a protective manner. Both of us sat quietly as we went through some scenarios in our minds. I was curious to know how similar they were to mine, but I didn't want to disrupt the peace that had settled upon us.

The morning had a feeling of laziness about it, and I could have happily stayed curled up on Stefan's lap. If he had kept running his fingers through my hair, I would probably have fallen asleep. The comfortable silence was broken, however, by the ringing of his phone. I heard him give a small moan of disappointment and then lean over to look into my face.

“Sorry, Sam, but I need to get this.”

I climbed off his lap and stood before the window, stretching like a contented cat in the warm sunlight. Behind me, I heard him answer his phone.

“Good morning, Mama.”

There was a long pause where I could hear her voice coming through the phone, but I couldn't make out what she was saying. Now and then, Stefan would add in a “Mhmm.” Or a “Yes, Mama,” but I could tell this was a normal phone conversation for them where she did the talking and he did the listening. It made me smile, but it also made me realise that I hadn't spoken to my own parents in a while and that I really should call them.

My attention was drawn back to their conversation as I detected a slightly irritated tone from Stefan.

“Yes, Mama. I said I would be there, and I will be.”

I turned and looked at him, and I realised he looked quite disappointed about something.

“Mhmm, yeah, yes, Mama. I will see you soon; I just have a couple of things to do first, okay?”

There was another long sentence from her, and Stefan rolled his eyes.

“Mama, you can tell me about it when I get there. The longer you keep talking, the longer it will take me to get there.”

Again, there was another sentence from her, and he followed it up quickly.

“Si si, Ciao Mama.”

He then hung up the phone before she could keep talking. The look of frustration seemed to intensify when he looked at me.

“Sam, I'm so sorry, but I'm going to have to go.”

“That's quite alright, Stefan. You go make sure your Mum is okay, and I'll go and call mine.”

He paused for a moment, as though thinking something through.

“You can stay and call from here if you like.”

“No, it's okay. I need to get home and do some things anyway.”

He momentarily looked down, but then he got a hopeful look on his face.

“Will you come back tonight?”

I smiled at his enthusiasm, but I didn't want him to rush away from his mother either. Besides, I felt like it was too early to get into the habit of staying here every night.

“Not tonight, Stefan. Go and spend some time with your Mum. I promise to come and see you tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

His pout was almost childlike, and it made me laugh.

“Oh, you poor man, you'll get over it. Besides, how long do you think I could stay away from you and this?”

I asked as I closed the gap between us and gently took hold of his cock through his shorts. I felt it immediately swell in response, and he growled into my mouth as we kissed hungrily. His hands began roaming my body, and I desperately wanted him to keep going, but I knew that his mother was waiting for him too. I pulled back and grinned at him.

“So, when you told your mum you had some things to do, was one of them me?”

He groaned in obvious disappointment. He looked at his watch, and I laughed.

"No, no, no. I don't want to be squeezed into your schedule for a quickie like that. Not today, anyway. Besides, it'll be fun teasing you all afternoon.”

He growled again, but this time it was a little more predatory, and it sent a shiver through me. He stalked towards me like an animal hunting his prey, but I put my hand against his chest and shook my head.

“No. You are just going to have to behave. It's not like today is the last time you will ever have me, you know.”

He sighed in acceptance and gave me a sheepish look.

“Do you mean it? Now that I have discovered you, I don't want to let you go.”

I put my arms around him and pulled him in close. I could feel his hard cock press into me, and it made me want him even more.

“I know. I want you as well. I want your nice, hard cock deep inside me. I want you to fuck me until we both come. I want your cum inside me and on me. I want to taste it, and I want to taste me on you. I want us naked and covered in sweat and cum.”

“Oh, God, Sam. That's not helping.”

Stefan said while shaking his head.

“All of this is going to happen, Stefan, but not today.”

I was grinding my pelvis against his rigid cock, working myself up as much as him. It was all in the name of teasing, though. I wanted him to be thinking about fucking me while I wasn't here, because I was going to be thinking about it. I bit his lower lip gently as I felt his hands grip my ass. He lifted me off the ground, and his cock jammed right into my crotch. He gently bounced me up and down, and his hard cock was rubbing right against my clit. It felt a little uncomfortable, but it was exciting and arousing, and I could feel the first tingles of an orgasm beginning. I leaned into his neck and nibbled just below his ear, then I said.

“Time to go see your mama, Stefan.”

He instantly stopped moving and slowly lowered me back down.

“That was cruel, getting me all worked up and then making me think about my mother.”

He said it with a pout, but I could see and hear the laughter bubbling just below the surface.

“You're right, though, Sam. I do need to get going.”

I kissed him again, but it didn't have the heat that my earlier kisses had.

I gathered up my bag, my purse, and my keys and followed Stefan to the door. We stepped onto the elevator and rode it together to the parking lot. We walked across the parking lot hand in hand like a pair of teenagers, and when we reached my car, he took me in his arms again and kissed me.

“Please tell me this isn't just going to be a fling, Sam.”

I smiled and was kind of touched by his insecurity.

“Stefan, I might play and experiment for a little bit, but I promise you that I'm not going to run away from you. Unless you grow tired of me and don't want me around.”

“I can't see that happening.”

“At the moment, no, but if what I do gets too much, I want you to tell me. I want to make this work for both of us.”

“Me too.”

“Good, now go visit your mum or she'll have a hit put on me for stealing her son away.”

Stefan laughed.

“She would sooner have a hit put on me for not pursuing you. Will I see you tomorrow?”

“Of course. I'll talk to you later.”

I turned and unlocked my car. I sat down and started it up, then waved goodbye as I drove to the ramp. The whole way home, I was in a blissful daze, driving on autopilot. Remembering all the moments of excitement and joy from the last week. By the time I pulled into the driveway, I was wet and horny again, or maybe it was more likely that I hadn't stopped being wet and horny.

I went inside and went about the motions of washing clothes and doing the normal household chores. The whole time, though, my mind was in a much nicer place, reliving last night and this morning. These memories were a lot more pleasant than domestic duty land. When I remembered thinking that I needed to talk to my Mum I forced my mind to come out of the memory and into the present.

I got myself a cool drink, took it outside, and sat down at the small table I had in the backyard. I sat in the sunshine and dialled my parent's number. The phone rang a few times before being answered, and I wondered what they were up to. Were they even home? Eventually, my mother answered the phone, sounding slightly short of breath. She explained that she had been in her garden when she heard the phone ringing and that Dad was out. She was glad to hear from me and seemed especially happy to hear me being so obviously happy. I even hinted at the possibility of a relationship, something I was reluctant to do because I didn't want to jinx it, and she seemed almost as happy about it as I felt. I couldn't help but wonder if maybe they were thinking I was going to be single forever and end up with a house full of cats.

We spoke for over an hour, and I realised that I had been neglecting them lately. I wasn't particularly proud of this, and I vowed to be better at keeping in touch.

During the phone call to my mother, I felt the phone vibrate as a message came through. I opened up the message and saw that it was from Bec.

“So, tell me how it went. I want all the juicy details. Spare nothing. Actually, no, save it for now. Come and have lunch with me and tell me in person, if you're not too busy shagging, of course. Lol.”

I laughed, but I knew that I would tell her everything. We may not have been friends for long, but I knew it was that type of friendship, and it made me feel a joy I hadn't known in a very long time. I looked at the time and realised that the morning was pretty much done, and it certainly helped explain the gnawing feeling in my stomach. I thought about what I needed to get done here and realised that the only thing I needed to do was hang up my laundry and get changed. After that, I was free to do what I liked with the rest of the day.

“If you are happy to have a late lunch, I am up for it. I can be back in the city by about one o'clock, maybe just after one.”

“It's a deal; do you know where Florenzio's is?”

“I do; I love it there.”

“Excellent. See you there, and don't forget, I want to know every juicy detail.”

Excited once again, I ended the conversation with my mum then I jumped into action. I got the clothes out of the washing machine and hung them on the line, then practically ran upstairs to my bedroom. I stripped off and hopped in the shower. While there, I quickly ran over everything with my razor again, making sure that I was slippery and smooth. I didn't know if today was going to be the day that I had my first taste of sex with a woman, but I wanted to be ready for it. Besides, I just loved the new-found feeling of being all slippery and smooth.

I got out of the shower and dried myself, then walked naked into my bedroom. I had a moment of wishing I could stay naked, then settled on the next best thing. I picked out a nice cotton summer dress from the wardrobe and slipped it on over my head. No bra or panties for me today.

A small spritz of perfume in a couple of strategic places, and I was back downstairs, keys in hand, and ready to go when I stopped. A thought had just popped into my head, and I knew that I was going to have to think about things like this now. I ran back upstairs and picked up the same small bag I had taken to Stefan's last night. I stuffed a bra and a clean pair of knickers into it, as well as a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. I felt a bit presumptive but rationalised that it wouldn't be a bad idea to have a “go bag” ready in the car for future use anyway. As the scouts always say, “Be prepared”.

I thought about Stefan and the conversation we had just this morning. It felt strange to be suddenly checking in with someone. I didn't resent it at all; it was just something I wasn't used to doing. I went over to the long mirror and took a photo with my phone, then added it to a message.

“I just got asked to go out for lunch with a girlfriend. I'll introduce the two of you one day. Do I look alright in this dress?”

I was almost out the door when my phone buzzed.

“You look gorgeous. Everyone will be checking you out.”

I smiled as I thought about it, and I hoped they would be.

“They can look all they like. By the way, I'm going completely commando too. Maybe they will notice my hard nipples. I'm bound to get turned on because Bec wants to know all about everything we have done to each other. I'm going to tell her how much I love feeling your cock inside me and how much I enjoy tasting your cum.”

I started the car and was just about to take off when it buzzed again. I smiled, knowing I had had the desired effect because of how fast he responded to me.

“Fucking hell. Now I'm in my mother's dining room with a raging hard-on. I hope you have a great time, and I hope you both get turned on by some of my favourite memories too. Have a great time and let me know how it goes.”

I sent him a “thumbs up” and drove away from the curb. Twenty minutes later, I was driving around the block that the cafe was on, looking for a parking space. I found a person trying to back out into the traffic and stopped, giving them enough room to get out. I pulled in, locked my car, and headed towards the cafe.

I was walking down the footpath, feeling my breasts bounce freely as the sun shone down on me. People were openly looking at me. A couple of older ladies showed a small amount of disdain, but most people were admiring my breasts as they jiggled and bounced. It was turning me on, and my nipples were tingling with the sensation as the cotton material of my dress brushed across them with each step and the arousal of knowing that many of the people looking at me were getting as much of a thrill as I was. I wanted to bare my breasts so that they could all look properly. Maybe some would want to touch, and I knew that I wouldn't stop them. I could feel myself getting wetter as the fantasy swelled in my mind.

I approached the café, and I saw Bec waiting for me in the alfresco eating section. I waved, and she smiled and waved back. I walked in through the main part of the café and around to where she was sitting under the shade of an umbrella. As I approached, she stood up and, smiling, pulled me into a hug like a friend who I hadn’t seen in years. It surprised me that we had reached this level of friendship in such a short time, and it made me feel damn good. Not to mention how good it was feeling her soft yet firm body squeeze against mine and our breasts pushing into each other with nothing but a couple of thin layers of cotton separating us.

We took our seats, and Bec eyed me up and down in an almost exaggerated fashion. I held my arms open, inviting her to look at every inch of me.

“So, do you like it?”

“You look fucking hot, and I don’t mean because of the weather. That dress looks so good on you.”

I felt myself blushing with pleasure.

“You can talk. You look positively delicious in that dress.”

Bec was wearing a summer-style dress as well, but hers was very short and flared out at the hips. It accentuated her lovely butt and drew my eyes to her smooth, shapely thighs. She smiled a wicked smile full of promise and mischief.

“You're welcome to find out just how delicious it is any time you want.”

My pussy almost convulsed in response, and I realised a second after doing it that I was licking my lips. I wanted so much for Bec to be my first that my desire for her was almost painful.

The waitress came over to our table and took our orders, which also conveniently helped serve as a kind of circuit breaker for my growing lust, forcing me to focus on the menu instead of Bec for a few moments. Well, temporarily anyway. The waitress turned and walked away, and I returned my attention to Bec, who was still looking quite intensely at me.

“I noticed you are wearing my favourite bra, Sam.”

I chuckled.

“I had no idea that it was your favourite, Bec. You might be interested to know that I’m wearing the matching panties.”

”Mmm, I can’t wait to see what they look like on you.”

“I would love to see you in the same set.”

“Would you? Well, maybe after we have had lunch we can go back to my place and we can have a little fashion show for each other.”

“I would like that.”

The teasing went on, and I was getting wetter and wetter. The waitress soon returned with our lunch and drinks, and we began to eat. It seemed the appropriate time to change subjects, and Bec, after a couple of mouthfuls, looked at me very seriously.

“So, Sam. I need you to tell me everything that happened between you and Mr. Bossman.”

I chuckled, but I didn't hesitate to spill everything. I told her every little detail, and when I got to this morning with him fucking me up against the glass panel on the balcony as the maid across the street watched on, she was practically squirming in her seat.

“Oh, my God! That is so hot and outrageous. I wonder what the maid thought.”

“Hmm, me too.”

“I would have stripped off and masturbated in the window so we could watch each other.”

“Holy fuck, Bec. That is so hot.”

“I'm soaked just thinking about it.”

I leaned forward in my seat and gave Bec a very serious look.

“Bec, I want to taste you. I want to feel your soft pussy lips with my lips, and I want to taste your cum. I want my tongue inside you. Can we please go now? I have to have you, and if you make me wait any longer, I will simply have to crawl under this table and eat you right here and now. I don't care if I get arrested.”

“That risk, while incredibly hot to think about, is completely unnecessary. Let's go.”

We stood up and headed straight for the counter. We paid, then I watched Bec's gorgeous ass as she flounced out the door and onto the footpath. Her legs and ass were so beautiful that it was hard to look away, and I wasn't the only person there having the same problem.

I walked out and headed towards the car. Bec reached out and took my hand as we walked, and it sent a thrill through me. Again, I could feel eyes on me on the walk back. This time, however, I could feel people's desire. They either wanted me or wanted to be me, and it felt so great and exciting. We were walking quite quickly, both of us keen to get to a place more comfortable. Not for privacy, but I would be happy to have an entire audience watch us. It was purely about convenience.

I pressed the button on my keys, and the lights blinked as it unlocked. I opened the door for Bec and watched her legs as she sat down. She looked up at me and saw where my eyes were. With a cheeky smile, she lifted the bottom of her skirt and showed me the pretty lace underwear she was wearing. She parted her thighs and ran her fingers lightly over her pussy.

“Sam, I want your face right here.”

I all but ran around to the driver's side. I had to get her home right now. I fired up the engine and reversed out of the parking spot. I took off down the road and tried my best to keep my eyes on the road even though Bec was sitting there, slowly running her fingertips up and down her panties, lightly tickling her pussy. I could see out of the corner of my eye that she was looking at me in a sultry way. My heart was pounding with excitement and nervousness, and I was very wet. That situation only got worse when Bec reached over and began to unbutton my dress. She unbuttoned me all the way down to my belly button. She pushed it off my shoulders, and I pulled my arms out of the sleeves. It was exciting to be so publicly on display, and I wanted her to have full access to me, for sure. More than anything, though, it was more an act of self-preservation than anything else, as it made it very difficult to steer the car with my arms still in the sleeves like that.

Bec directed me through the streets as she played with my breasts and then eventually to an underground parking lot, not too dissimilar to the one at Stefan's home. She showed me where to park, and the moment the car stopped, she undid her own buttons. We sat there for a moment, staring at each other, sitting topless in the car. No signal was given, but at the same time, we leaned into each other. We met in a deep, passionate, and lust-filled kiss. We crushed ourselves together, and I felt her breasts and nipples pushing into mine. It was exciting just to be experiencing this with Bec, but the fact that anyone coming or going from their car would be able to see us was adding to it massively. Bec didn't seem concerned that one of her neighbours would see her, and I wondered if she put herself in these situations often.

It quickly became obvious that the car simply wasn't a comfortable place to do this, however, as the handbrake and the centre console were digging into us both. Bec seemed to read my mind as she finally released me from the kiss. She leaned forward again and took my nipple into her mouth, sucking and licking it in the most beautiful way. Her lips were so soft but firm, like the rest of her, and it added to the thrill of what was happening. She released my nipple and leaned back. She had a smouldering look in her eye that sent a shiver through me.

“We need to take this somewhere a bit more comfortable, I think.”

“I agree, but don't make me wait too long. I don't think I'll be able to stop myself again.”