I hadn’t expected this and the unexpected is so often more exciting, more heady than the planned or anticipated. Her mouth hard on mine, she pushed her tongue into my mouth and her leg between mine while her hands explored first my back, then my hair, then my breasts and ultimately and beautifully went up under my dress and found my cunt.
She leaned back. “I’m going to fuck you, you know that, right? You’re definitely ready for it.”
“I want that.”
“Undress for me.”
I looked at her and unzipped the dress and let it fall. I undid my bra and cast it aside, there in the small, intimate room.
“Get your knickers off too. I want to see all of you.” Her voice had become huskier somehow.
I pushed them down and she bent to pick them up and I thought she was going to do something cheesy like smell them but she just threw them to join my bra and advanced on me again and attacked my mouth. I tried to undo her shirt but she told me to stop and leave it to her when she was good and ready. Her manner was harder now, dominant and I was loving it.
She turned me so my back was to her and one of her hands held my left breast while the other ran over my buttocks, around my hips to my trimmed mound and then under me until her finger was between my lips but not inside me.
I’d never expected to see her again, never mind have her take me like this. I let my head fall back onto her shoulder and the hand on my breast moved up to my exposed throat and she encircled it as her tongue slithered into my ear.
Work finished I went for a small, private celebration at my local pub. A glass of wine and a chance to sit and think about the first week in my new job. I’d always hoped to be an archivist and finally, I’d been taken on by a family-owned cidermaking business that had been operating from the same farm for almost two hundred years.
The records were in a total mess so I knew I had my work cut out but even the few hours I had spent during this my first week had been fascinating and I was in heaven. Val would not have understood but, I thought, she can fuck herself. It must have been she who sent me that bloody picture and wasn’t that simply the cruellest way to end a relationship?
I took my wine to a corner table, one of those with wrought iron bases that apparently had formerly been used to hold sewing machines up. The rings on the wood left by previous drinkers’ glasses were somehow comforting, like flaws on a lover’s features. I was far too happy to let reminders of Val get me down. Rhonda, never far from my thoughts appeared in my mind’s eye and I felt that familiar swelling of my lips and moistness inside me when I remembered that kiss, the way her tongue had driven into my mouth and searched it. Her hands stroking my arms. God, why had I left? I shook myself mentally, finished my wine and went back to the bar for a second.
“Well, well, I’ve seen you before, haven’t I?” I turned toward the voice and there she was. The girl from the alley, Sue? Yes, that was it, Sue.
“Hello, Sue.”
“You remembered my name? I don’t remember yours.”
“It’s Cass.”
“Right.”
She looked good, better in the light than in the gloom of the club or the sleazy half-light of the alley. Her hair looked neater, tight around her scalp like a black cap. She was taller, less heavy than I remembered although that may have been her clothes. She was wearing a pinstripe blue business suit with a white shirt and a blue silk tie, slightly pulled away from the open top button of the shirt and black toe-capped shoes that were polished and clean. Her Asian eyes, like almonds, were black like her hair and her lips shone with a red gloss that made her teeth look like little pearls.
“Let me get that drink?”
“Thank you.” She paid for my wine and we moved to my table. Sitting opposite me, she sipped her beer and looked at me.
“Where did we meet?” So, she didn’t remember me or that she took me from behind in the alley up against a wall at the back of the club. So I just gave her the club’s name and she smiled. “Right, it’s coming back to me. You don’t fuck in toilets, right?”
I looked around to see if anyone could hear. “Is that all you remember about me?”
“Well, we didn’t talk a lot as I recall? No, I thought not. But we both got what we needed or wanted, didn’t we?”
“Yes. I’d have gone home with you.”
“I wasn’t looking for a relationship. I’d just got rid of a woman who cheated on me and I wanted a nice, simple fuck.”
“I’d just been got rid of by a woman who cheated on me and I wanted a lovely, rough fuck.”
“You do that too?” I nodded as I sipped. “Well, to be honest, I didn’t care why, just that you did. You feeling better now?”
“It must be six months, so yes, I’m good.”
“Six months? Christ, no wonder I couldn’t remember your name. I’m surprised I remembered you at all.”
“I saw you in the club a few weeks later but you ignored me.”
“No, not ignored. I didn’t see you. I’m not that rude.”
“You look good.” She smiled and said I did too which was nice because I’d made an effort for my first week. A loose, pale yellow summer dress and, unusually, a bra because, well, it was my first week at the new job. I needn’t have bothered. I hardly saw anyone once I got started.
We talked. We talked a lot and I realised I liked her. She was dry-witted without being sarcastic, she was knowledgeable, and she taught something incomprehensible at the local university which surprised me because she was so smartly dressed.
“I just like to feel good,” was her explanation.
We got to the obvious question; no, neither of us had anyone currently in our lives and that led on to , ‘yes, that’d be good,’ when we talked about maybe having another drink together sometime and we exchanged numbers which I thought was a bit, well, what people do whether they mean it or not. I changed my mind when she touched my hand.
“I don’t just fuck good-looking women in filthy alleys.”
“Nor do I.”
“It’s all about the moment, isn’t it?” I couldn’t argue with that so I didn’t. “I like it though, the urgent stuff and you were good.” Big smile. “Did you wait the two minutes?” She remembered. I nodded. “I know. I watched. That was so hot. Are you always obedient?”
Now, there’s a question. “No.”
“Ever?”
I looked at my glass, empty and suggested I get us another.
“Tell you what, why don’t we go and get something to eat?” I looked at my watch. “Something you have to escape to?”
“My cat.” She seemed surprised. “He needs feeding.”
“I’ve never been passed over for a cat before. Impressive.”
“I wasn’t passing you over, I just have to feed the cat. Why don’t I do that and meet you somewhere for supper.”
She asked me where I lived. “Well, that’s about five minutes walk from the restaurant I was planning on taking you to. Carters. Know it?” I did and I also knew it to be expensive. “Lenny Carter’s a mate so we’ll get a table. Why don’t I walk with you to your place, feed the bloody cat and then eat?” I agreed and felt strangely delighted. As we walked the ten minutes to my flat she called the restaurant then, having secured a table, pulled my arm through hers and we walked on, linked and she told me more about herself and asked me about my work.
“Rochester's?” I confirmed that I was the new archivist for Rochester's cidermakers and she said, “Then I’m your employer.” She went on to explain that her mother was a member of the family and had married Sue’s father and become Mrs Fletcher, hence Sue’s surname but she had inherited a large share of the business from her mother when she died. No, she wasn’t involved in running it, she was too busy doing research into something esoteric and preferred having the money from both to amuse herself with.
The cat, Astrophe, was waiting in the front window as usual, like an ornament and by the time I had opened the front door he was waiting to do his sinuous food dance around my ankles. I fed him and asked Sue if I should change.
“You look fine. Come here.” She kissed me and. Unlike the violence of the kisses in the alley, this was a lingering gentle kiss with a hint of tongue-tip. My own tongue reached for it but she somehow pushed it away with hers, took my lower lip between those neat teeth and pulled back slightly. With her hands on my shoulders, she leant back and smiled.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“Which one?”
“Are you ever obedient?”
“It depends.”
“Good answer. Come on, I’m starving.” With that, I said goodbye to Astrophe and we walked, linked once more, to the restaurant where we had a sumptuous dinner.
“What did you think of me that night at the club, letting you take me out into the alley like that?”
“Well, certainly nothing bad. You wanted it, I wanted it. What did you think of me?”
“That you were exactly what I’d wanted in that moment.”
“Exactly.” She reached across the table and held my fingertips which was, somehow, far sexier than simple hand-holding. “And you are exactly what I want in this moment. Come back to mine?”
Her house was closer to the restaurant than mine and in five minutes we were there. She opened the impressive front door and held it so I could enter the large, bright entrance hall. She took off her jacket and hung it on the back of a chair and led me into a small sitting room. We didn’t sit, we kissed and she did that full mouth assault that I’d so wanted in the alley.
I hadn’t expected his and the unexpected is so often more exciting, more heady than the planned or anticipated. Her mouth hard on mine, she pushed her tongue into my mouth and her leg between mine while her hands explored first my back, then my hair, then my breasts and ultimately and beautifully went up under my dress and found my cunt.
She leaned back. “I’m going to fuck you, you know that, right? You’re definitely ready for it.”
“I want that.”
“Undress for me.”
I looked at her and unzipped the dress and let it fall. I undid my bra and cast it aside, there in the small, intimate room.
“Get your knickers off too. I want to see all of you.” Her voice had become huskier somehow.
I pushed them down and she bent to pick them up and I thought she was going to do something cheesy like smell them but she just threw them to join my bra and advanced on me again and attacked my mouth. I tried to undo her shirt but she told me to stop and leave it to her when she was good and ready. Her manner was harder now, dominant and I was loving it.
She turned me so my back was to her and one of her hands held my left breast while the other ran over my buttocks, around my hips to my trimmed mound and then under me until her finger was between my lips but not inside me.
I’d never expected to see her again, never mind have her take me like this. I let my head fall back onto her shoulder and the hand on my breast moved up to my exposed throat and she encircled it as her tongue slithered into my ear. The hand on my cunt moved around and a finger ran down between my buttocks. “I said I’d fuck you here next time, didn’t I?”
“Yes, you did.”
“Maybe I will. Who will decide?”
“You will, Sue.”
Her finger pressed against my hole. “Right. I will. Turn round.”
I was expecting her to look severe, like her voice but her eyes were soft and shining and she pulled me to her and kissed me again, much more gently. Her hand was back between my legs, a finger now almost, tantalisingly close to being inside me where I wanted it.
She leant back again. As she did, her finger moved agonisingly slowly into me and I had to resist the urge to press down. I knew her rules without being told again. Her pace, her way, her decision. She hooked her finger then pulled it swiftly out and, taking my hand, led me upstairs to a large bedroom. The bed was unmade, the linen rumpled but obviously clean. The room itself was spotless and a little masculine, rather like Sue herself.
“Get on the bed, I won't be a minute.” I saw her open the door to an en suite then, as she closed it, I tidied the bed and sat on the edge. A few moments later and she came out, naked and with a strapon standing proud before her. The harness was soft leather, expensive, the dildo sensibly-sized and purple. She stroked it.
“I told you to get on the bed, not sit on it.” I rolled onto my back and she lay beside me. “When I tell you to do something, do it. Got it?”
Now, I am submissive when the right woman works the right buttons but I am not a pushover. Well, not usually. “Got it, Sue.” Okay, I know, but you have to remember she’d been seducing me all evening without being too obvious and I was as hot for her as I’d been in that club.
She wasn’t rough. She pushed me gently onto my back then straddled me and kissed me as she guided her dildo into me. It was a slow invasion by tongue and dildo. She was strong and fit and more shapely than I’d had a chance to realise before. Her breasts, artfully concealed by her clothing were small, larger than mine but still small and her nipples were hard, like bullets. Her skin was soft and slightly darker than mine and I sensed rather than knew that her cunt was bald even though her harness concealed it.
Sue lifted herself and let her hips slowly gather pace. “I have been wanting this all evening. It feels good to be inside you.” I guessed she had a bit of it inside herself too. “Cum if/when you need to. You don’t need permission this time. That may change but for now, cum when you want.” She smiled as I lifted my legs around her and her pelvis thrust more firmly, more quickly. Suddenly she withdrew and moved back. “Turn over. Get your arse up.”
I was a bit scared. I’d seen no lubricant in the room and I started to speak but her hand went over my mouth. “I told you I might.” But she didn’t. Her cock pushed once again between my lips and her finger went into my mouth and she started a relentless and hard fucking until I blew. My head went back and I just screamed my orgasm over her finger. It went, or seemed to go on and on as she continued to plough me and until I couldn’t remain up and slumped onto the bed, her body on me, her cock deep inside me.
