This a the fourth instalment in a collection of short stories about the same woman. The stories are standalone and not related other than being about the same person. If you enjoy this one you may like the others although they are all different settings/themes.
The Verdant Vixen Vicky
I woke at about 8am, the house was quiet. Both my wife and our house guest, Vicky, had departed for their respective workplaces before I awoke, so I was alone. I watched some YouTube videos in bed and scrolled through my Facebook feed, then at about 8:30am decided I should probably get ready for work as well. I picked up my towel from where it was hanging on a radiator in the hallway, as I walked through to the bathroom to jump into the shower.
Vicky is a friend of my wife's who had moved away about twelve months ago. She and her family had headed back to Belfast to look after her aging parents, but her employer had allowed Vicky to keep her role, provided she returned to their base office on occasion, as required. Since she had to self-fund the travel, we let her stay with us whenever she needed to come back. My wife liked the opportunity to catch up and as we had a spare room it was really no inconvenience. Truth be told, I secretly liked having her staying with us as well. Vicky was an attractive woman whose appearance belied her stage of life. She was a natural blonde and very petite. Her face showed little in the way of wisdom lines and she had large, brown eyes that where hypnotic... I sometimes felt myself falling into them when talking with her. She dressed modestly - which I found all the more alluring - but I knew she had a nice body because I'd seen her in a bathing suit a few years back while on holiday.
Although Vicky stayed with us fairly regularly, it was unusual for me to see much of her as she usually left early in the morning and worked late in the evenings. Nevertheless, just knowing she was sleeping in the next room tended to turn me on a bit and cause me to think back to her in her swimwear. Today was no exception. I stood in the shower and jacked off a bit, recalling her ivory skin, her smooth thighs and peachy ass, glistening in the sunlight around the poolside. I didn't finish off though, I needed to get to work, so I jumped out of the shower and quickly dried myself off, gelled my hair and walked back out into the hallway to hang my towel back on the radiator.
As I turned around, having placed my wet towel over the radiator to dry in the residual heat, I nearly jumped out of my skin. Standing silently in the hallway behind me, just outside our spare room was Vicky!
Her jaw hung open as I stood before her, completely naked. Her gaze was unconsciously fixed on my crotch, where my balls and semi hung large between my legs. I'm well endowed, and the remains of my erection from the shower only accentuated my size for her, as she stood transfixed by my manhood.
I was so surprised to see her that I didn't immediately react. She was also like a deer caught in headlights. While I perhaps could have covered myself up quicker, instead I made a conscious choice to allow Vicky a few additional moments to stare, standing confidently in front of her. However, in order not to appear overly unabashed, I eventually reached behind and yanked the towel back off the radiator, finally wrapping it around myself once more.
"Vicky!" I exclaimed as I started to cover myself up, after a delay that was hopefully not noticeably implausible.
This was enough to snap Vicky out of her trance and upon realising where she had been looking, her head snapped left to avert her gaze back toward her room. Her cheeks beamed crimson and she covered her eyes with a hand and stammered.
"Ahhh, sorry!! I, uhh..." she struggled to form a sentence, so I interrupted her.
"I thought you had gone to work! I didn't hear you come back in!" I said, as I tucked the towel in to secure it around my waist.
"Yeah! I'm soo sorry. I should have announced myself. I didn't mean to...I didn't think you'd be..." she continued, still looking away, clearly mortified.
"It's fine, no harm done." I assured her calmly, secretly proud of what I'd had on display.
"Umm, there was a fire in my building, so the electricity is out... I just wanted help getting onto the wifi." Vicky explained, finally managing to regain some composure and pointing into her room.
"Oh, sure!" I said, walking towards her in just my towel.
Sensing me approach, Vicky instinctively turned back to look at me as I gestured towards the desk in her room.
"I can take a look now" I offered.
"Oh, there's no rush!!" Vicky urged, flustered and clearly uncomfortable with my current state of undress as she retreated into her room away from me.
I continued towards her and she eventually backed up against the office chair, almost falling into it comically. She sat down and swung it around to face her laptop so she could at least look at the screen instead of having to look at her half naked host.
"I think I just don't have the right password." Vicky said, pointing towards the network connection window on her computer.
The password for my network was pretty complex, so I figured it was easier for me to just type it than to try to spell it out for her.
"oh okay, I'll just put it in for you, it's quite long" I explained, leaning over her in the chair and placing my hands on the keyboard.
As I moved into position nearer her computer, I unintentionally pressed my thigh up against Vicky's arm which was hanging over the edge the armrest of the chair. I felt the back of her hand press into the towel between my legs and butt up against my swollen phallus underneath. I froze, trying to recall my password as my heart began to race at the accidental graze of Vicky's hand against my thinly veiled penis.
Surprisingly though, Vicky didn't make any attempt to subtly withdraw her arm or stop touching me there, she just stared at the screen. Maybe she was unaware of what her hand could feel through the towel... but I thought that unlikely. Whatever her reasons, I was enjoying having her hand in my crotch, even by accident, so I didn't move either. I quickly keyed in the numbers, letters and symbols that made up my wifi password and hit enter, all the while Vicky's hand continued to rest against my engorged organ.
An exclamation sounded indicating that the password had not been accepted. I retyped it, more slowly and intentionally this time as Vicky's hand remained firmly pressed against my shaft, which was now beginning to swell all the more at her inadvertent touch! Yet again it didn't work. I scanned around the screen trying to figure out what the problem was but I was simultaneously distracted by two developments.
Firstly, I could feel my towel beginning to slacken around my waist as the hastily applied tuck holding it in place started to come undone. Secondly, Vicky's hand - far from withdrawing - had begun to subtly rock back and forth, pressing a little more firmly and intentionally into my towel clad bulge as she continued to stare innocently at the laptop screen, as though entirely unaware of what she was doing!
After a few more seconds of clicking around, trying my best to overcome the distraction of being felt up by the beautiful woman I had so often fantasised about, I realised what the problem was.
"Oh... that's the wrong network." I said, re***********ing and retyping the password.
Just as I hit return, I felt the towel begin to release its grip and descend towards the floor. But I made no attempt to arrest it, allowing the material to slide from between the two of us. As the curtain fell, suddenly my exposed, engorged cock now rested directly against Vicky's smooth, warm skin and I felt her knuckles gently brush against my testicles as she stroked me more blatantly. There was now no doubt that she was an active and willing participant in this strange encounter.
The wifi indicator on her laptop pulsed as it tried to connect to the new network and Vicky's hand slowly brushed up and down my shaft in time with it. The pressure of her hand kept my cock from standing erect as it filled with blood. I peered down at her. Vicky's eyes were still locked on to the screen while she sensually and lightly stroked me with the back of her fingers. Neither of us said anything. I continued standing where I was as Vicky kept caressing my bloated member. I breathed more deeply as her fingers passed over my foreskin, stimulating my corona underneath, and she began to tease the skin hanging around the tip with her pinky finger . I wanted to back away and allow my aching cock to spring upright, relieving the pressure, I desperately desired to feel Vicky grasp my rigid hard-on in the soft skin of her delicate little hand, but I also didn't want to risk her coming to her senses!
Vicky's tender movements were driving me wild with desire, I was amazed at how little she had to do to make me feel as though I could explode all over her. I was certain it was the unspoken nature of the act she was performing that was contributing to my heightened arousal. I turned my head and peered down at her as I breathed slowly in and out in time with her strokes. My hand moved off the keyboard and nervously reached down toward her thigh and the hem of her skirt. My fingers contacted her tights and Vicky just barely parted her legs, all the while pretending not to notice my hand begin to move between her knees, up her inner thigh.
Suddenly a chime from the computer indicated success, the connection was established and some emails began to drop into Vicky's inbox with associated sounds that pulled us from our alternate reality. Vicky withdrew her hand from me and pushed her chair away from the desk, so I could no longer reach between her legs. Disappointed, I bent down to pick up the towel and wrap it around my waist once more. As I did so, we were at eye level with one another and she turned to look at me, her deep brown eyes like infinite chasms I wanted to plunge into. She stared back into my eyes, not uttering a word. My cock free to stand in full erection throbbed and I began to lean in towards her presumptively. Vicky mirrored my movement tilting her head opposite to mine as our lips closed in on one another's. I could hear her breathing.
Then, once again, we were rudely interrupted, this time by a loud jingle from Vicky's laptop as a Teams notification popped up indicating somebody was calling her. She snapped her head back and looked around mine to the screen as our moment evaporated and I was forced to accept that it was over.
"Ah success!" I announced, awkwardly, quickly standing and backing off, my towel tenting around my still straining erection.
"Thanks." Vicky replied, glancing briefly at it before clearing her throat and returning to her screen "I should probably answer this."
"Sure!" I answered, hastily retreating back into the hallway as I heard her answer the call, with a casual "hi".
Feeling a little dismissed, I returned to my bedroom and got dressed, then I grabbed my work bag before heading out to a local coffee shop to work there instead of staying in the house. Vicky was still on her call as I left, so there was no need for an awkward exchange. But I spent most of the morning thinking about what had just happened. I thought about texting Vicky to try and preempt things before I had to see her again, but I wasn't really sure what to even say. I wondered where things might have led if the call hadn't come in at the wrong time.
In the end, I couldn't resist the temptation. I was sure Vicky had wanted something to happen just as much as I had, no matter how wrong it was. I opened WhatsApp on my phone and began to type a message.
"You felt that, right?" I asked simply, not referring to her sense of touch.
Minutes, then hours passed, but there was no response. I could see Vicky had read the message, but no reply came. Eventually it got to 5pm and I had to return to the house. As I walked in the door, in nervous anticipation, I could see my wife had not yet returned as her shoes were still missing from the shoe rack. I walked up the stairs feeling apprehensive, to find Vicky still sitting at her laptop working.
"Hey." I said, sheepishly.
"Hey!" she replied... blushing as she swivelled in her chair to face me.
"About earlier..." Vicky started, just as I started to speak over her, coincidently leading with the same phrase.
We laughed awkwardly and I motioned for her to speak first.
"I'm sorry I did that, it was stupid, can we just forget it ever happened?" she said, crushing the hope I was harbouring.
"Yeah totally... I shouldn't have let it happen either." I said, trying to mask my disappointment with a relaxed and upbeat tone that just came across as obviously forced.
"Great! And again, I'm sorry about the mixed signals." Vicky once more apologised, perhaps tacitly acknowledging my earlier message.
"It's fine, forget about it." I replied as casually as I could.
Vicky smiled and turned back to face her computer. She explained that the fire in the electrical room at her building had rendered her floor unusable for a few days so she would have to work from here again the next day before flying back home. There was some debate over who should get to use the home office tomorrow - as she had "already inconvenienced me once" - but I insisted she could use it, as I didn't have any calls and was happy to work from the coffee shop or just somewhere else in the house.
The rest of the evening passed fairly normally. The three of us ate dinner together and it was soon time to retire to bed. We said goodnight and after reading for a little bit in bed, I turned out my light and my wife followed suit just as we normally would. I lay in the dark next to her as she drifted off, once again thinking about Vicky. But tonight it was different. I wasn't just generating a fantasy in my head that could never happen, I was imagining what might have happened... what might still!
As I thought about our encounter that morning, my hand unconsciously slipped into my pants and I began to jerk off, recalling the feeling of Vicky's gently touch on my cock. I fantasised about Vicky taking the entire thing in her little mouth as I grasped it. I imagined what her body naked in the bed next door, and what it would have felt like to slide my hands up between her legs and feel her heat as I stroked her pussy just like she had stroked my cock.
Then my phone buzzed. I peered over to my bedside cabinet and saw a WhatsApp notification from Vicky.
"Yes." was all it said.
It must have been a response to my earlier question. Yes, she had wanted it. Yes... she still did want it? I considered what to do, in light of our earlier discussion, which now seemed to be null and void. Before I had a chance to reply, another message appeared.
"I know we can't... it was just so big... bigger than I imagined." Vicky's message was surprisingly suggestive, yet she was careful to pay lip service to the forbidden nature of our encounter.
It felt like she was testing the water. I thought about getting up and going next door... it certainly seemed like she was trying to lure me in, no matter what she had said earlier. I looked at my wife sleeping peacefully next to me and felt guilty to be betraying her trust with her close friend no less. I decided to ignore the message and returned my phone to the bedside cabinet as I rolled over and tried to force myself to sleep. My balls ached and my cock pulsated, but I eventually managed to drift off.
The following morning I woke up a little earlier than usual. I could hear my voices in the kitchen, then my wife said goodbye and went out the door. I waited until I heard her car drive away before getting out of bed and making my way downstairs. I found Vicky standing in the kitchen barefoot, still in her pyjamas. She had on a pair of red, patterned baggy trousers and a faded pink t-shirt. With her back to me, I could see the loose-fit pyjama bottoms tucked between her cheeks a little, accentuating her cute little ass. They were short enough to expose her ankles and little feet.
"Morning" I said, announcing my presence after a few moments looking at her.
Vicky turned around and smiled a little bashfully, tucking her shoulder length blonde hair behind her ear as she raised a cup of coffee to her mouth and sipped it. Her eyes moved from mine, down over my exposed chest and abs (the few I had at least) and once more focussed in on my crotch where I realised my morning wood, although subsiding, was still creating a discernable bulge in my own checked pyjama bottoms.
"Morning soldier" Vicky teased suggestively with a glint in her eye, the coffee cup still obscuring her mouth a little.
"Look, about what you said last night..." I started, looking to get ahead of Vicky's obvious advances "... we can't do anything. I wouldn't feel right about it."
Vicky's expression changed from one of mischief to one of apparent guilt or embarrassment, replacing her mug on the counter she looked down at her feet. So did I. She had tiny little toes, neatly trimmed and varnished nails. Vicky sighed.
"I... " she began, pausing to think of what to say next "... I just feel like I've lived all my life being vanilla, y'know? I'm not complaining! I know I have a good thing with a good guy and great kids but it's just sometimes... I just..."
Vicky stopped and let out a sigh again turning away from me and looking out the window to the garden.
"... I mean, the sex is okay... it's just not exciting... yesterday was.... aargh!"
Vicky cut herself off with an exclamation of frustration and looked up to the sky out of the window. I was taken aback by her candour about her sex life but after a few moments reflecting on what she was trying to say I felt I understood.
"I know." I replied.
I did know. We had both been married relatively young and lived responsible, married lives. We had partners who we cared about and who were great but neither of us had exactly sowed our wild oats when we were in our twenties. Too respectable and sensible, focussed on our education, our careers etc. Now all our choices felt made. I wondered if Vicky felt the same way as I did when I went to sleep at night, just waiting for the day to repeat itself the next morning - trapped in a sort of groundhog day.
Yesterday morning, leaning over Vicky as her hand stroked me, had felt like an off-ramp from the monotony of my everyday, a final chance to do something crazy, to not follow the dutiful, diligent path, but to be selfish and experience something I never did when I was younger.
Vicky turned around and looked at me.
"I just wanted one crazy experience." she confessed "something to remember, to look back on."
I could feel my heart beating faster as the same feelings of desire I had felt yesterday began to suppress my conscience yet again. At the same time, I felt my morning wood beginning to get it's second wind.
Vicky walked towards me, looking into my eyes with hers. I was once again transfixed, staring into the deep brown pools, as she pinched my trousers and tugged gently on them.
"At least show me it again.." she whispered quietly, biting her lower lip. "...it was pretty impressive."
I was hypnotised by Vicky's beauty. Her face seemed to glow with a youthful energy as she moved in closer to make her move. She took hold of my hand and placed it on her backside, encouraging me to squeeze her cheek through the soft, thin cotton trousers. I could feel everything. Her little ass was firm and toned as I gripped her in my fingers. And just like that, she had seduced me. I was ready to do whatever she wanted, regardless of how terrible it was.
"OK... but not here" I conceded, aware that our kitchen window was overlooked by multiple other houses.
Taking her hand off mine, Vicky slipped past me out of the kitchen, escaping my grip on her butt and proceeding up the stairs. I followed her, a few steps behind, like she were the pied piper. Watching her bottom sway pleasingly as she climbed the steps just ahead of me. About halfway up, Vicky slipped her thumbs into her waistband and pushed her pyjamas down over her hips, childishly mooning me as she made her way to the upstairs landing.
Vicky's ass was without blemish, not a hint of cellulite and her well-toned muscles created a cute little 'shelf' that hung over the back of her equally flawless thighs. Her ass jiggled as she made her way up the steps. My cock was now at half-mast - sticking out ahead of me as I got to the top of the stairs. Vicky turned around and pulled her trousers back up as we faced off on the landing - back at the scene of the crime.
She stared at my protrusion as it continued to rise to life, patiently waiting on me to show her what she wanted to see. I did as I had agreed, I stretched my waistband out in front of me and pulled my trousers down over my extended shaft, catching the tip and causing it to spring back and bounce up and down a little, Vicky stared at my long, girthy member watching it slowly come fully to attention, towering vertically to reveal my swollen balls hanging large below.
Vicky stood silent, taking in for the first time, the full extent of my unrestricted erection. My glans protruded from my partially retracted foreskin and a small droplet of precum glistened. 24 hours of stifled desire finally giving way to a naked display of arousal for my decade long crush. I stood silently for her, allowing her to stare at it.
And now, she started to remove her top! Vicky grabbed the faded t-shirt and slowly lifted the tired fabric over her belly, exposing her relatively flat stomach and little 'innie' navel. As she inverted the shirt, she revealed a plain white bra underneath - I assumed put on for modesty's sake when she got up this morning. It covered her small breasts entirely but could not completely hide her obviously aroused nipples which poked through the foam padded cups. Vicky completed pulling her top over her head and tossed it to the floor.
Then she once more inserted her thumbs into her waistband and pulled her pyjama bottoms down over her hips, allowing them to drop to the floor, although this time she left in place a pair of striped cotton panties. Her body was incredible, better than I even remembered it in her swimwear. She modelled her underwear for a moment, continue to eye my straining boner opposite her as I stared back at her, surveying her athletic frame from head to toe, focussing on her bra and panties to see if I could discern anything more underneath.
Then, as though able to read my mind, she reached behind her back and I heard her unclip her bra. I was so turned on by the strangely erotic yet very pedestrian strip tease we were performing, that I thought I might blow my long overdue load as Vicky slipped her bra off her shoulders and revealed her breasts to me.
Honestly, they were unexceptional in any measurable way: small mounds of flesh which stuck out a little from Vicky's child-like frame, yet did not have sufficient volume to hang. They were capped with small rings of dark pink - almost brownish - puffy areolae, which contrasted with her pale flesh. Upon those, sat long protruding pink-brown teats which were standing as firm and erect as I was. The only other feature, was a small birth mark on the underside of one of her breasts. As unremarkable as they were, all I wanted to do in that moment was to feel them in my hand and suckle on her long swollen nipples.
Another dribble of precum began to trickle down my shaft, forced out by a pulse of excitement as Vicky had dropped her bra to the floor exposing her flat little chesticles. She licked her lips as she followed it down my shaft, glistening in the light. Then she turned towards the bathroom and began to pull her panties down, kicking them behind her as she stepped through the doorway. I got a fleeting glimpse of her bare backside again, bouncing as she kicked, before her silhouette disappeared from view. I followed behind and just as I approached the doorway to peer inside at the fully naked vision before me, the door closed shut in my face.
This was as far as she was willing to go. The sexual frustration felt almost physically painful. My over inflated cock throbbed and my balls ached, longing for release. I heard the shower turn on and the shower screen door slide closed as I made my way back to the bedroom. There was nothing I could do, Vicky had shut me out and, truth be told, things had already gone too far. I lay on the bed, listening to the sound of the water splashing on the shower tray next door and tried to content myself with the excitement I'd already experienced the last couple of days. I'd seen Vicky naked! Pretty much at least. I started to stroke my cock as I replayed the last few moments in my head, trying to recall every detail of her hot little body as she had stripped for me.
Then as I lay with my eyes closed, jacking off, I began to hear a different sound from the bathroom. A voice... or maybe singing... it was hard to tell over the sound of the running water. I definitely heard a laugh before all of sudden a crystal clear moan of delight. My eyes opened wide and I quickly headed back to the bathroom door, still undressed. Again I heard it - more clearly now - a long moan of pleasure as the sound of water streaming against the shower floor came to a stop.
Without much thought, I carefully pushed the door handle down and found it to be unlocked, the door swung open more loudly than I hoped but either Vicky didn't hear it or didn't care. The shower was behind the door so she could not have seen me enter, nor could I see her, but I stood in the door way and kept listening to Vicky as she brought herself closer and closer to climax.
"mmmmmm oooohhh yeah..." she groaned "oh no, please no, not in there!! ahhhh"
As I leaned against the door frame, stroking my shaft firmly to Vicky's sounds of pleasure and heavy panting, I glanced down to the floor and noticed her discarded panties. I picked them up and realised that there was a small damp patch in the gusset. Vicky had been properly wet as we had undressed for each other. I held them to my nose, adding to my experience as I inhaled. They smelled of her, the way her hair smelled when I would surreptitiously breath her in as I stood over her. But stronger and with a different underlying note... a more musky, intimate scent. I stuck out my tongue and licked the little moist patch. At first I didn't detect much, but then I sucked it through my lips and there was a definite sweetness.
"Ohhhh yes yes yes yesss yeesssss ahhhhhhhhhhhh" Vicky exclaimed as she finally came.
I heard the shower head clatter against the screen as Vicky dropped it and panted heavily, trying to regain her composure while the water sprayed against the door. I was unprepared for how quickly she shut off the tap and slid the door open. Vicky stepped out into view in the middle of the bathroom, completely naked and dripping wet. Her body shimmered in the bright spotlights of the bathroom and her eyes opened wide as she saw me, cock in hand, staring back at her from the open doorway.
Yet she didn't seem bothered, nor did she try to hide herself. This time it was Vicky's turn to face me, standing tall and confident, perhaps a result of the residual endorphins of her post climax high. She slowly reached over to the towel rail. Lifting her towel in one hand, rather than wrap it around herself, she used it to methodically dry the excess water from her hair, scrunching it with her hand at the tips. As she did so, beads of water trickled down over her bare chest, catching the light. My eyes followed them down over her stomach, to the matted tuft of pubic hair which proved Vicky was a natural blonde, and then onto the neat little slit between her legs.
Vicky's outer lips were small but plump, seemingly freshly shaved and they couched larger, dark pink, inner lips which meandered from top to bottom and matched her nipples in colour. Occasional drips of water fell from the lowest extent of her enticing labia onto the floor and I imagined kneeling before her to lick the little stream from between them. Watching Vicky unhurriedly dab herself dry, I unconscious resumed stroking my boner, which felt as though it may explode under the pressure.
Vicky seemed content to let me ogle her as she patted the towel over her body, occasionally turning or bending over to reach her calfs and toes, affording me tantalising new views of every intimate region of her body. Even when there was no more water to dry, she posed in the middle of the bathroom for me, like a still life model, observing as I masturbated over her. Vicky's full-frontal nudity provided sufficient stimulation that before I realised it was approaching, I felt the upswell of imminent orgasm. I clenched, but it was too late to cut off and I had to use the only thing to hand to prevent me spraying the bathroom wall - Vicky's panties.
I grunted and my legs shook as a thick spurt of cum shot out of me just as I placed the hand holding Vicky's cotton smalls between my bell end and the wall. The thick fluid pooled in my plam as a second and third volley coated the pale striped material, soaking it through. Vicky meanwhile let out a tiny giggle of amusement and I caught a smile of satisfaction as she now began to wrap the bath towel around her body, covering herself from view, her objective achieved,
Far from feeling a sense of disappointment, that things hadn't gone further, I was euphoric. The intimate performance, for a women I had fantasised about countless times but never imagined I would see naked, was exhilarating. The obvious enjoyment she had gotten from it only added to the feeling of fulfilment. I wasn't really sure if Vicky had intended for me to hear her or even if she had left the bathroom door unlocked intentionally, regardless I doubted very much if she had anticipated exactly this outcome!
She began to approach me. I stood in the door way, partially blocking her exit. I wasn't sure what was next, but she turned sideways in order to squeeze past me. As she did so, her hand reached down and her fingers grazed the tip of my shaft as she extricated her cum sodden panties from my grip.
"I think these are mine..." Vicky said with a cheeky smile before walking into her room.
The door closed and I wondered what she might be doing with her sullied underwear. I liked to think she was greedily licking up all my cum or wanted to pull them on and feel my cum over her pretty little pussy! I turned the shower on and, leaving the bathroom door open, I entered to wash off. I was hoping Vicky might take it as an invitation or that she would see me naked when I went to fetch my towel from the hallway radiator, but alas, no such luck. When I exited the shower her door was closed and I could hear the hairdryer running.
I worked at the dining table that morning, trying to refocus on work after the second surreal experience with Vicky in as many days. At about midday, perhaps a little later, I heard her coming down the stairs. I was on a video call at the time but as soon as it finished, I made my way through to the kitchen where Vicky was standing making a coffee and eating a shop-bought sandwich. I hadn't been aware of her going out to buy one but I had been in meetings so maybe I just hadn't noticed.
"Afternoon" I greeted her, once again standing in a doorway.
"Hello" Vicky replied, not turning around, but taking another bite of her lunch.
I wondered if having had time to reflect on our actions, Vicky was now too embarrassed to look me in the eye. I wasn't though. I didn't regret it. Far from it. I wanted to understand exactly how she really felt and whether there was anything more on the cards? But I wasn't sure exactly how to broach the subject.
"Sounded like someone was having a good time earlier." was my opening gambit, which I immediately cringed at.
"Come on! You must have known I could hear you?" I asserted, albeit somewhat falteringly.
"Well I was hardly expecting you to be creeping in the doorway" Vicky replied, in a tone that I couldn't quite decide whether it was righteous indignation or sarcasm.
"You didn't lock it and I could hear you from my room!" I insisted, trying to muster a defence and significantly less sure of myself than a moment ago.
"Guess it was an open invitation then." Vicky retorted, with definite sarcasm this time.
I felt a growing sense of injustice as I played events back in my head... Vicky instigated it all to begin with, then SHE stripped for ME, THEN she got herself off loudly, inside an UNLOCKED bathroom!! I was convinced any jury would be on my side. Yet somehow she was managing to make it sound like I had crossed the line!
"You wanted me to see you!" I insisted.
"If you say so." Vicky replied calmly, taking another bite of her sandwich as the kettle began to boil next to her.
Now I knew she was winding me up and for the first time I began to think that perhaps Vicky wasn't the innocent little "Suzy Homemaker" I had believed her to be, perhaps contrary to my usual fantasies, Vicky was the one seducing me!
Well two could play at that game.
"So what were you thinking about then?" I asked, changing tack,
Vicky poured hot water from the kettle into her mug as she contemplated her answer or perhaps just paused to build suspense.
"A dream I had..." she replied, stirring the instant coffee and adding milk, "about my boss"
"Do tell." I encouraged, in a soft voice, closing in on her from behind.
Vicky didn't turn around, but she put the teaspoon down and looked out of the window to the clouds in the sky as she began to recount her fantasy.
"It's late in the evening, I'm alone at my desk and my boss messages me and asks me to come into his office - we're the only ones working now, everyone else has gone home." she started.
I was already picturing the scenario - although I had no idea what her boss looked like - but I was mostly thinking of Vicky in the same work skirt and blouse she was wearing today.
"So I go through and sit down opposite him at his desk." Vicky continued "He explains that one of the senior partners in the firm is retiring, he's moving up so there will be an opening for a new junior partner... they're considering me."
It didn't surprise me that Vicky's fantasies involved her career. She was a complete workaholic and a real high flyer from what I could gather.
"So he asks me if I think I'm ready for it. Says it's 'a big step up' and wants to know if I'm 'willing to do what it takes'" Vicky encapsulated the last phrase in air quotes as though the implication wasn't clear enough already.
"At first I don't catch on, I tell him I'm honoured to be considered and will do whatever I need to do." Vicky paused and took a deep breath, telling the story apparently getting her worked up.
"Then, as I'm sitting there, he gets up from his desk and walks around behing me. He puts his hand on my shoulder and asks if I'm really sure."
I was now standing directly behind Vicky, trapping her body between me and the kitchen counter. I placed my hand on her shoulder and started to gently massage it through her blouse. Vicky inhaled sharply as my hand made contact, adding an extra dimension to her fantasy.
"Now I realise, I get this feeling, like I need to escape, but I can't get up, it's like I'm paralysed..." she continued, swallowing hard "...then it happens."
Vicky reached up with one hand a undid one of her blouse buttons, pulling open her collar.
"I feel his hand move around my neck, then it's sliding down my chest, then...." I mimicked the movements just as she described them "... then he puts his hand inside my top and..."
As my own hand made contact with the warm bare skin of Vicky's collar bone and began to rub over her exposed chest, I felt my cock beginning to swell in my pants. Vicky stood motionless, the only sound that of her breathing more heavily, as my hand ventured inside her partially unbuttoned blouse. My finger tips at first felt the thin skin covering her sternum, but as they easily slipped inside the oversized cup of her bra, I started to palpate the soft, tender flesh of her breast. My cock was pumping full of blood and beginning to create a noticeable bulge in my jeans. I stepped forward a half step, sufficient to press it into the small of Vicky's back, so she could feel my arousal.
"He just keeps groping and pinching me..." Vicky guided, "...I want to stop him but I don't know what to say. So I just sit there and let him keep touching me until..."
Vicky paused again as indulged myself, fondling a single breast sensually, my finger flicking over her swelling teat. She let out a quiet moan of pleasure as I teased her erect nipple under her bra and gyrated my hard-on firmly against her back.
"... he takes his hands off me. For a moment, I think it's over but... then he tells me to bend over the desk. I want to run out of there but I can't - I just stand up and lean over his desk just like he says, like I'm hypnotised or something. Then I feel his hand on my leg."
I reluctantly withdrew from inside Vicky's bra, wanting to remain faithful to her fantasy. I pushed my foot in between hers and used it to lever her legs apart slightly. I leant down enough to put my hand between her legs, slightly under her skirt. Vicky was not wearing tights this time, so my hand immediately contacted the smooth skin of her inside thigh. Vicky exhaled at my touch.
"Finally, somehow, I manage to call out 'NO!'" she declared loudly, as my hand slid up her inside leg and my wrist began to lift the hem of her skirt.
My finger tips reached the spongey flesh of Vicky's vulva, feeling her through silk lingerie. I assumed her sudden objection was a part of the fantasy and I ignored it.
"He's too strong, he forces himself on me. I'm so afraid but also... excited." Vicky admitted, as my fingers massaged her moistened underwear.
Her hands gripped the edge of the countertop and Vicky leaned forward, inhaling deeply at my touch as her fingers turned white.
"Mmmmm..." she moaned "...he pulls up my skirt and yanks my panties down... I think I know what's coming, but then I feel his cock pressing into my butt, sliding down in between, and I start begging him not to put it in there. Then... ahhhhhh"
Vicky's sentence was curtailed as my finger found it's way to her sensitive engorged clit nestled between her labia and I pressed down on it through the silk barrier.
"Then what?" I ask, eager to hear her tale of being forceably taken in the ass
But Vicky pushed back on the kitchen counter, and slipped out from between it and me, moving towards the kitchen door. I turned around to watch her as she made a break for it but she stopped halfway across the kitchen and reached both hands up her skirt on either side of her legs, pulled her panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them. Then she turned and tossed them back at me to catch.
"I don't know." she replied "I've never felt it in there before..."
I looked down at the pair of lace and silk shorts Vicky had tossed me. Inside, a silver, glistening snail trail lined the black gusset where Vicky's wetness had gathered as I had groped her. I lifted them to my mouth and tasted her delicious pussy juice for the second time that day. She had me. I was under her spell. Wild horses couldn't stop me from following her, as she proceeded into the hallway and up the stairs.
Vicky walked gracefully up each step, i followed several behind her, so I could watch her hips sway as she took each one. As she reached the middle landing, her hands reached down to the hem of her skirt, which was already riding high, and she pulled it up over her bottom, mooning me once again as she climbed the second set of stairs. Her blouse tails hung over her bare pale cheeks, obscuring them slightly, but her smooth, little glutes jiggled invitingly again as she took each step. I fell back further, so I could look up to her and take in the beautiful little 'under-butt' that tucked into her flawless while thighs. She kept her legs together elegantly as she ascended, preventing me from seeing what I really wanted to see.
At the top landing, Vicky once again pulled her skirt back down over her hips and thighs and walked into her bedroom. As I entered behind her, she lifted her laptop from the desk and after clicking a few times, placed it on the bed.
Then she stood at the side of the desk, bent over at her waist and lay down across it, looking to the side towards the bed, presenting her ass to me.
"So you'll do whatever it takes to get this promotion?" I asked as I approached her.
"Whatever it takes." Vicky replied, her response signalling to me her consent to do whatever I wanted to do to her.
"Okay" I said, kneeling down between her legs.
I ran my hands up the outside of Vicky's calves, they were toned and I could feel her muscles through her smooth clean shaven skin, as she stood in her work heels. Her pencil skirt was stretched taught over her bulging cheeks as she bent over the desk. I wondered why she bothered to dress up given she was working from home... was this how she always dressed for a work day, to get her head in the game, or was this for my benefit - part of a premeditated seduction? I imagined the latter.
My hands slid up over her knees and my fingers passed over the black fabric hem of her tight skirt, which sat modestly above them. I squeezed her thighs through the material as I raised my arms over my shoulders, hooking the bottom of the skirt in my thumbs and tracing her hips as I lifted it up over them. Once more I stared at Vicky's smooth ivory cheeks, draped in the white fabric of her shirt tail. I rocked back a little to take in the full picture as my hands grasped her buttocks, flipping the blouse over on itself to expose the entirety of her perfect peach of an ass.
I resisted the urge to bury my face in it and instead stood up and backed off a little, once more savouring the image of Vicky's smooth white ass presented to me over the desk of my home office. She lay there completely vulnerable, unaware of what I was going to do. Perhaps she had expectations based on the fantasy she had outlined, but I had my own ideas and was planning to ad-lib a little. I stepped around her, inspecting her little tush from all angles as her eye's nervously followed me. I reached into my pants and freed my pressurised cock somewhat from it's denim restraints - enabling it to harden even more yet still concealed from Vicky's sight.
Then, standing at her side, I raised a hand over my head and swung it down towards Vicky. My palm cracked loudly over her soft, tender skin and Vicky let out a loud yelp of pain. Heat radiated from her cheek into my hand as I gently caressed it. I lifted my palm and Vicky's formerly alabaster little buttock glowed an intense crimson colour. I watched as it faded to pink, and Vicky's lower lip trembled a little in anticipation of what might happen next.
I raised my hand again and Vicky screwed her eyes shut, holding her breath as I swung my forearm towards her other, unblemished butt cheek. But before it slapped her clenched ass, I stopped and instead gently rubbed it. Vicky let out a sigh of relief.
Kneeling back down between her legs, I was ready to enjoy what I had been thinking about all day now. Placing my palm inside her ankle, I motioned Vicky to spread her legs a little more and she complied silently. Then I grasped the back of her thighs, one in each hand, about half way up. Running my hands up her legs in parallel, my thumbs slid between her cheeks and I gripped each rump firmly, peeling them apart, to finally expose her hidden treasure.
Vicky's pussy gaped as I spread her ass open, her crinkled inner lips stretching and separating to reveal her moist, pink innards. Little strings of her secretions stretched across her gaping hole. I took a breath, stuck out my tongue and buried my face between her parted cheeks. I licked between Vicky's tender, succulent lips, her juices funnelling over my taste receptors and activating them far more intensely than the amuse-bouche of her wet panties had. I ran my tongue through her wet slit until the tip detected the little dimple of her pee-hole and then began to descend inside her tight, muscular passage. Even more of Vicky's sweet excretions poured into my mouth and mixed with my saliva as I probed her dripping pussy as deep as I could. I strained my tongue, pressing my face into her splayed crack, the tip of my nose rubbing up against the striations of her twitching sphincter as Vicky moaned in pleasure. My tongue filled her tight little hole and began to stretch it out in preparation.
When my tongue reached full extension and I could penetrate her no further, I slowly withdrew, curling it to caress the underside of her perineum as I exited. Then finally I moved my face up, enabling the top of my tongue to complete it's journey over Vicky's taint and begin to flick over her clamped little asshole.
"Ooooohhhh ahhhhhhh" Vicky called out in surprise and pleasure as she experienced this new sensation.
I doubted very much whether Vicky had ever been rimmed by her husband - or anyone for that matter - but now I knew she fantasised about butt stuff, so I was going to give her exactly what she dreamed of. I repositioned my thumbs so that they were parallel to her virgin back door, and pressing down tried to stretch her open a little. I succeeded, only just, as she was so tight and clenched nervously.
"Relax" I reassured her, as I dipped the tip of my tongue into the partial opening I'd managed to create.
The more I licked her tiny, sweet hole, the more Vicky moaned in enjoyment and she began to loosen up. Soon I was able to see into her stretched anus and my tongue could probe it more deeply. I spent a long time indulging myself (and Vicky) as I immersed my face in her warm pillow-like glutes, savouring the delicious flavours as I alternated between licking her pussy and ass. Vicky panted and squealed in delight as she experienced new kinds of pleasure, bent over my desk. Her ass tasted incredible to me and the feeling of having her perfect, smooth little cheeks pressing against me as I rimmed her was beyond anything I'd ever felt too.
My cock was throbbing in my trousers and pressed uncomfortably against the tight denim. I reached down and undid my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped my fly, pulling them down around my thighs as I eventually tore my face from Vicky's delicious ass and stood up. My shaft sprung upright and my glans protruded from my taught foreskin. I walked around to the front of the desk, between Vicky and the bed once more and I presented my towering organ to her again. Vicky's eyes were wide as she looked up at it from where her head lay on the desk (her perspective no doubt making it seem even bigger than it was) and contemplated being impaled by it.
Grasping it in my hand, i bent it down and retracted my foreskin completely. A little bead of pre-cum bubbled up from my pee-hole as I stepped forward, pressing my swollen glans against Vicky's soft lips. She looked surprised and tried to back away as I pushed in and I wondered if, in her sheltered experience, she had never sucked a cock before. I put my hand on her cheek and pressed down, pinning her head to the desk so she was unable to escape as I forced my shaft inside her warm mouth. She took it into her saliva filled orifice and I began to thrust back and forth. As my corona passed repeatedly through her wet lips, I felt a tingling sensation. Vicky was taking about half my length but on my next outstoke, I pulled her head closer to the edge of the desk and all of a sudden I plunged my shaft almost fully inside her. I felt the tip hit the back of Vicky's throat and she coughed and spluttered, trying to back away as she gagged but unable to escape my hold.
I repeated the thrust, this time pushing deeper and feeling her throat constrict around my bulging head. I held it there. Vicky began to thrash her hands as she struggled for air. I pulled out and she wretched between frantic attempts to inhale. Her eyes watered and she spat phlegm onto the desk on front of her. As she composed herself, I released her head and removed my belt from my jeans, folding it over.
"Urghh" Vicky finally managed to speak "that was horrid"
"You said you'd do whatever it takes for this promotion." I replied coldly.
Without giving her any warning, I swung the belt back and whipped it over her ass with a loud cracking sound. Vicky cried out in pain as the searing heat scolded her tight little ass. I took hold of her head and smeared her face in the pool of saliva and phlegm on the desk.
"Do you want it or not?" I asked.
Vicky nodded silently as a tear ran down her nose and dripped onto the desk. She wiped her eye with her hand, then reaching behind, placing a palm on each of her buttocks, she spread her ass.
I moved around behind her at the invitation and ran my cock down Vicky's smooth crack, painting her own saliva down it. Then I spat in between her cheeks and watched as it flowed down the channel, pooling over her clenched asshole. I pressed down on it with my thumb as I positioned my cock at the entrance to Vicky's pussy, and slowly penetrated both her holes simultaneously.
My cock slid easily into her wet vagina, her entrance dilating to accomodate my wide member as it filled her slick, petite hole. Vicky was no virginal teen but her pelvic floor exercises had paid dividends and she gripped me tightly as I entered her for the first time. Her ass hole was another matter entirely. It took significant force to bore even my thumb into her rectum, despite the copious saliva. She clenched down hard as this foreign object violated her previously untested orifice.
"Ahhhh" Vicky exclaimed as she felt the double penetration.
I started to rock my hips, thrusting in and out of her taught little pussy, slowly at first but building in tempo. My hairy thighs began to clap against Vicky's perfect, ivory glutes and I started to press my other thumb into her ass, alongside the first, as I bounced off her rhythmically. Vicky had been panting in time to my beat but was distracted as her lubed sphincter was stretched painfully to accomodate the second thumb being forced mercilessly inside her.
Vicky expressed a musical blend of notes of pleasure and muted whimpers of pain as I did what I had to in order to prepare her untrained ass for what she had only ever fantasised about. I was larger than average, and Vicky's tight little butt hole was no doubt smaller than average, so this was going to be uncomfortable for her at best. As I glid in and out of her plush warm pussy, feeling the spasms of her muscles as she contracted around me, I knew I was building towards something. Vicky was too.
"Oh yeah. oh yeah oohh fuucckkk yesss!" she exclaimed, her ass now acclimatised to my thumbs enabling her to focus on the building warmth of impending climax within herself.
But it wasn't time for that yet. Just as Vicky wriggled and bucked on the desk trying to maximise the sensations of my in-strokes, I withdrew. Vicky sighed in frustration. Her gaped ass hole - no longer held open with my thumbs - began to slowly contract. But I intervened. I gripped my rippled, rigid shaft and aligned the glistening wet tip over the raw pink target between Vicky's baby, ivory cheeks. Then I pushed in.
Vicky screamed in agony as my rock hard erection bore into her tiny virgin asshole. But she was pressed up against the desk and unable to move forward to escape the assault. With no way to move away from me, my rod ploughed ever deeper into her, stretching her taught opening wider still. She reached back with her hands desperately trying to stop my advance, calling out.
"Aahahaha, stop!" Vicky pleaded as I felt the warmth of friction my shaft generated, as it's base started to test the elastic limit of Vicky's virgin sphincter.
Eventually my thighs pressed up against her butt and I leaned forward, laying atop her, my shaft pulsing deep inside her rear. I heard her sniffling and could see tears running down the side of her cheek as my head rested on hers. Vicky sobbed, trying to compose herself.
"Shhhhh" I whispered into her ear, as I reached under Vicky's belly and down between the desk and her spread legs.
My fingers felt her short tuft of pubic hair as they moved through it into the wet, warmth of her slit and I began to rub between her soft, fleshy labia. Spreading her juices over it, I began to feel her clit becoming ever more pronounced as I teased it. Soon, my middle finger was flicking over a firm little protrusion which distracted Vicky from her anal pain and began to cause her to moan and breath heavily.
"Mmmmm ohhhhh yeahhh" Vicky exhaled, her breath condensing on the desk.
With my free hand, I tucked her golden blonde hair behind her ear and began to lick her ear lobe as I massaged her engorged clitoris, dipping my tongue inside her ear as she started to writhe beneath me. I began to rock my hips so that my cock moved in and out of her ass hole ever so slightly and I relished the feeling as she would clench down around my shaft each time a little buzz of excitement was triggered by my finger stroking her hyper sensitive genitals.
Vicky's pussy was dripping into my hands and I was certain there would be a little puddle of her making on the floor between her legs as her moans of delight increased in volume and frequency. I stood upright and started to thrust properly in and out of her. Vicky yelped in pain again as her raw ass stretched open and shut. The feeling of my glans passing in and out of her ass hole was incredible. I loved pulling out, holding a cheek open to watch her sphincter slowly begin to close up, only to push my tingling glans back through the tightest little opening I'd ever had the pleasure of penetrating. Vicky's yelps of pain just turned me on and I began to feel myself building towards a climax.
As successful as I had been at distracting Vicky from the pain, I knew she wasn't going to get over the edge before I did so I didn't bother trying to hold off. I couldn't wait to finally cum inside her. When I knew I had only a couple of strokes left in me, I stopped playing with Vicky's clit and grabbed each of her cheeks in my hand, pulled them wide open as I thrust inside her - watching intently my shaft sliding through her little hole, gaping it wide for maximum depth. Finally I thrust inside one last time and stopped as I felt a huge blast of cum release deep inside Vicky's ass, a second, followed by a third with simultaneous grunts erupted from within me to fill Vicky's cavity.
"Ahhh" Vicky exclaimed in more subdued pain as I shuddered inside her.
She let out a sigh that sounded almost like satisfaction as I finally withdrew my cock and watched the gaping black hole in her ass slow close up to a little, partially open, pink target between the white of her cheeks. My cock stood erect still, coated in a mixture of Vicky's mucous and my cum. I walked back to the front of the desk and presented it to her.
At first, Vicky looked disgusted, but I didn't allow her to recoil. Once more pinning her head against the desk and pressing the tip between her lips, she relented and took me into her mouth to lick me clean. At the same time, I reached around behind her legs, my arms easily long enough to slide several fingers inside of her dripping wet slit. As Vicky started to feel the sensation of having her tight little pussy stretched and filled once more, her eyes rolled back and I started to finger blast her. It didn't take long before she was one the edge of climax, her hands grabbed the end of the desk and gripped it tight, her knuckles turning white. She tilted her head back and pushed herself back onto my fist, trying to force my hand even deeper inside her before finally she cried out.
"YESSSSSSSSS!" she squealed as she shook the whole desk.
I heard a squelching sound as her contractions and my pumping squirted copious fluid from inside her, followed by a drip, drip, drip of it hitting the hardwood floor between her legs. I pulled my fingers out from inside her still twitching pussy. I wiped my hand on her soft, smooth ass and began to do up my trousers as Vicky lay overcome, still shuddering on the desk.
"You got the job." I said, as I walked out of the room looking back at her reddened cheeks and glistening labia, still presented over the edge of the desk.
I didn't see Vicky again for the rest of the afternoon. When I went upstairs to use the bathroom her door was closed and I could hear her speaking on a call so I didn't interrupt. I knew she had her flight in the late evening so would need to head to the airport around the time I finished work. Sure enough at about 5:45pm I heard her descending the stairs.
She had changed into something more comfortable to travel in. Jeans and a blue striped rugby top. Vicky would normally make her own way to the airport by bus, but this evening it was raining heavily, with rumbles of thunder in the distance.
"It's pouring out there" I said as we exchange slightly awkward looks, "I'll give you a lift to the airport."
Vicky initially protested but eventually accepted the offer and we both got into the car together. The rain was so heavy that it bounced off the ground and even after the short dash from the front door to the car caused us both to get quite wet. As I sat down and looked at Vicky in the passenger seat, I noticed her hair was matted down a little by the torrential rain. It reminded me of how she had looked when she had stepped out of the shower that morning.
We had been alone in the house, but somehow the car felt a little more private and I guessed this was why Vicky now took the opportunity to acknowledge what we had done.
"Thanks... for an experience." she said, as I started the car.
"My pleasure." I replied "I hope it was what you hoped it would be..."
"Well..." Vicky pondered, tucking her wet strands of hair behind her hear "... it was certainly memorable. Think my butt will be sore for a little while!"
"Do you think you'll ever want to... do it again" I asked, hopefully.
"I think once was enough..." Vicky replied, before adding "...but it's not the only thing I've thought about in the shower."
"Oh?" I queried, taking the bait.
Vicky smiled mischievously, withdrawing her phone from her pocket. As I pulled out of the driveway, Vicky began to watch a video on her phone.
"It does look hot though." she said.
I glanced over to see her sliding her hand into her jeans as she watched herself on the screen, in profile, bent over the desk as I pounded her from behind. She had recorded the whole thing on her laptop! Vicky teased me for a little while as I drove, I'm not sure if she was really getting herself off or just winding me up but it worked. I pulled into the drop off zone with a full blown hard-on.
"Down boy" Vicky said, leaning back into the car and running her hand over my crotch as she pecked me on the cheek "thanks for the lift."
With that, she closed the car door, tossed her bag over her shoulder and walked away towards the terminal building leaving me wondering what else she might have thought about in the shower.