Chapter three
He was in my thoughts and the dream of our bodies connected in a physical way was enough to wake me up with the sheets drenched in my sweat. The lips of my sex were slick to the touch and the temptation to take matters into my own hand was almost too hard to pull away from. It cut me deeply to know that I was affected in this manner. Being this close to where the magic happened in his master bedroom was asking for trouble.
I had heard him wandering the halls like some ghostly apparition not able to rest until some unfinished business was concluded. It was 6:00 AM and I was due in the office at 8:00 AM. This was a good time to take a shower and prepare myself mentally for the day.
I went into the bathroom and found myself staring at the naked body of Evan from behind. I didn’t notice the adjourning door. The bathroom was shared by his bedroom and the one I was currently occupying. I didn’t know what to do and standing there like a deer in the headlights wasn’t exactly my finest moment.
My eyes traveled down the contours of his muscular shoulders, down his spine and over the prominent globes of his ass. I would have gladly gotten down on my knees to hold the eighth wonder of the world in the palm of my hands.
I broke from my mental trance and tried to exit the room without being noticed. I backed up and I would have gone undetected, but I stumbled and slammed heavily against the door. I rang my bell and lost consciousness for a second.
“Denise…are you OK? You took a nasty fall and I hope nothing’s broken.” I blinked my eyes and right in front of me was the enlarged condition of his arousal.
“The only thing bruised is my ego. I’m a little embarrassed, but I’ve not the only one that should be.” I could’ve turned away, but it was like a car accident on the side of the road.
“Jesus… I’m sure this is more than you wanted to see of me.” He scrambled for a towel to cover up his dignity and lost his balance on the wet floor. He landed right there in front of me with his legs spread.
“I don’t know about you, but this is becoming some kind of slapstick comedy routine. We are adults and we should be able to see each other without giggling like teenagers. Get a hold of yourself and I don’t mean that literally.” I thought I had everything under control, but my hands were slippery.
I tried to get up and fell face first into his lap. The feel of his shaft hotly touching my cheek was like I had died and gone to heaven. I moved to grab onto something for support and found his unyielding stick of dynamite ready to go off in the palm of my hand.
“I think you should leave before we make this any more awkward than it already is.” My mind was overcome by the sensation of his manhood touching any part of my body.
“This was perfectly innocent and it’s not like we set out to be intimate in this way. Let’s make sure this doesn’t happen again by coordinating our schedules in the morning.” I was still holding onto him and for some reason, I began to squeeze.
I stared at the long and imposing vein down the back. The head was shaped like one of those mushrooms I had consumed at dinner. This one looked far more delicious than anything I would find on a plate.
“That sounds great, but you still haven’t taken your hand off of me.” It felt like a hot poker burning me. I lifted my hands and surrendered while tiptoeing backward out the door.
“I apologize for making this arrangement less than ideal. You have my word it won’t happen again.” I was using the clinical side of my brain to leave before I jumped into his arms with my legs wrapped around his waist.
“I’ve gotten to see more of you than I have the entire time in your office. I have a confession to make and I hope I’m not doing something foolish.” I stopped with my feet firmly planted within the threshold of my bedroom.
“You can say anything to me without worrying I’m going to judge you unfairly. I know sometimes the body wants something it shouldn’t.” This had never happened before, but I didn’t want him to know that.
“I have had some impure thoughts about you. I always wanted to see if there was a hot-blooded woman underneath your clinical gaze. I have given it a lot of thought sometimes when I was talking to you on the couch.” It was pretty evident from how his pants had suddenly become too tight for him.
“I noticed, but I didn’t think it was professional to mention it. If we are confessing then let me tell you there have been times where my fantasies have become somewhat explicit about you.” He wasn’t trying to cover up and the bobbing evidence of his excitement was easy to recognize.
“I’m glad we were able to discuss this. It doesn’t mean anything is going to happen. We are consenting adults, but we also have free will to refrain from doing something stupid.” It sounded like we were on the same page, but he had done nothing to keep the temperature from rising in the room.
“I could give you a hand and it wouldn’t do anybody good to have you walking around frustrated all day. It’s clearly something you need. I would take me up on my offer. Think of me as a doctor, detached and completely immune to your sexual charm. I would never betray my oath.” It sounded somewhat condescending, but he wasn’t refusing my request.
“I think we both know this is a dangerous slope. I don’t want to do anything to ruin this arrangement to help my son. He is more important than some quick release of sexual endorphins. He almost became an orphan and I still haven’t forgiven myself for taking away his mother.” I took a step closer and I used one finger to motion him into a position where I could put my hands on him again.
“You’re thinking about this too much. It’s a very simple exercise and in the time we have argued about it you could’ve already finished.” I was sweating bullets at the possibility of giving him a moment of sweet relief.
“I feel it’s safe to warn you that I was thinking about you before you came in here. I was about to do something in the shower to keep me from knocking on your door. If you’re sure this won’t affect our working relationship then I would be a damn fool to refuse.” We were crossing a line and I didn’t care about how this was going to make things look.
I didn’t want to give him a chance to change his mind. This was the first time I had gone this far with any man. I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. I put out my hand and he laid the heavy protrusion in the palm of my hand. The heat and the weight were soon feeling the friction of my bare fingers dancing over his flesh. He had grown another inch with the pulsating reminder of what was currently building in his balls seen in the different color of his knob.
I felt like I was playing with fire, but I was willing to risk getting burned. I stroked the skin of his shaft up over the head to reveal the pearl drop of wisdom. I moved my thumb across the clear liquid. It was sticky to the touch and I spread it in a wide circle around the head of his monument of manhood.
He took my fingers and he began to deeply suck each one. I watched as his mouth devoured each digit leaving behind a glistening shine of his spit. He returned them to his heated missile which looked like it was ready to launch.
I easily glided my fist up and down his pole. It was thick and demanding. The clear fluid was flowing freely and I was using it in conjecture with what he had done with his mouth to my fingers.
“I’ve… I’ve never done this before. I know I come off as worldly, but there is something painfully lacking in my life. I need to do something reckless and careless for the first time in my life. This is the most adventurous I have been and I don’t want to lose this feeling.” I was jacking his pipe and waiting for his declaration of excitement to spill from his lips.
“I’m not sure what you are trying to say. I can’t concentrate with all the blood situated where your hand is.” His well-defined pectorals were rising and falling with each sexually charged breath coming from his body.
“There’s no reason to get into it right now.” I had done my fair share of research on the Internet on how a man reacts to certain stimulus. The head was extra sensitive and I made sure to give it a thorough going over.
“I think this is some of the best sex I’ve had in a long time. I know it’s only a hand job, but I haven’t been with a woman in any regard since my wife died.” I felt honored to be his first and I could only hope he would feel the same way when he learned of my dark secret.
“I know there’s a burning desire inside you and I’m standing right next to the fire boiling in your balls. I would like to see you cum for me. Call this my first initial lesson into my sexual discovery.” I watched intently and he thrust forward in my fist with the knob puffing up like a balloon.
“It’s been too long… too fucking long… AHHHH.” His strangled cry of release was followed by shooting streams coating my fingers and pooling in the palm of my hand.
I continued to work his shaft until every single drop had been extracted from inside of him.
I continued to jerk him off even after he had already been drained dry. The substance clinging to my fingers had inexplicably turned into a white paste.
I went to the sink and ran the faucet with the hot water coming from the pipes. I was about to put my hands underneath, but they were drawn to my mouth. I stuck out my tongue with a tentative touch to feel the pleasing sensation of his creamy essence.
I had my back toward him and he couldn’t see how I was licking them clean with ravenous attention. I thought mistakenly it was going to be gross, but it was a delicious elixir of life. I savored the moment until I was left with this need to get more from the source.
To save myself further embarrassment, I walked out and closed the door behind me without looking in his direction. I couldn’t risk succumbing to the temptation of climbing all over him in the throes of passion.
I stood at the door with him turning the locked knob to gain entry. I heard him asking for forgiveness, but there was nothing to forgive. I was responsible for my actions and I had to find a way to make amends. It was my fault and I was going to have to live with what I had become when faced with the male form.
I was letting my nubile young body dictate the terms of my surrender. The white flag of my surrender was my panties metaphorically lying around my ankles. I was ready for something more than a casual touch.
I was afraid of being alone with him. I didn’t want to be someone I didn’t recognize.