Chapter II
He came back into the store one Friday evening as I was closing up. I
may have gasped when I saw him. I may have cum when I saw him. He wasn't
looking at me, just browsing the displays, and, unable to stop myself, I
approached him and blurted out that it was nice to see him again. When he
looked at me, this time I saw something different: deep hunger and anxiety. He
was nervous and starving and, also, sad. As we talked briefly, I could see his
reassurance return and his cock harden again in his pants. I melted; oh how I
wanted to touch him. Instantly I wanted him to rip off my clothes and ravish me
and screw my pussy and ass right there on the floor of the store. I almost
chickened out then and called the whole thing off. I flushed deeply, and then
began telling him about my plans to attend medical school, my apartment, even a
concert I had recently attended. Then I noticed his eyes widening and his mouth
open slightly. And, I realized that, as I was speaking to him, I had placed my
left hand on my lap and had started rubbing myself lightly through my pants. I
apologized over and over, not believing I had actually done something so lewd
right in front of him.
"Please," he said, "Don't apologize. I have been thinking about you for
weeks now. I cannot stop wanting to kiss you, and more than kiss. It makes me
miserable because I can't have you."
Suddenly I was on the verge of crying, for him and for me, because our
enormous desire for each other was frustrated. He hugged me, and even now I
could feel his hard cock pressing against me and could feel my pussy flush.
I told him directly: "I've never wanted to fuck anyone as badly as I
want you, I want you to do everything to me, over and over, and I will do
anything you say if we can only be together. I don't care that you are married.
Whenever, any time, you want me, you can have me, under whatever circumstances
you say. Please, just don't go home and rub your cock thinking of me."
He said: "I've cum a hundred times already thinking of us together."
And I answered: "So have I."
Now things were all out on the table. He asked me for my cellphone
number, which I gave him. He said he would have to think about it. Then he
kissed me and I melted into him, forcefully pressing my breasts and pussy
against him, against his hard cock, although our mouths never opened.
"I will call you soon," he said. And then he turned and walked out of
the store.
I got home and into my apartment and ripped off my clothes, even though
my windows shades were all wide open. One hand flew to my breasts and began
savagely twisting and pulling my nipples, while my other hand went straight to
my drenched pussy. I didn't care who saw me. I was uncontrollably aroused. I
fell to my knees and rubbed furiously at my clitoris; my other started fingering
my ass. My cellphone rang. I sprang up and flipped open my phone with my wet
hand.
"Hi," said his voice.
"I'm so close to cumming, please listen to me cum," I answered.
"No," he said, "don't cum now. I want to see you. I'll see you, once a
week - only once a week - for as long as you want. I wont see you any other
time. I wont leave my wife or ever marry you. I've had a vasectomy so I can
never make you pregnant. If you are unhappy with this arrangement, you can move
on any time you want. You can date anyone you want. But you must promise to
keep our relationship a secret forever."
"Yes, yes," I promised.
"One more thing is important," he started, "I have good sex with my
wife, although not a lot of it. I've imagined and want so much more with you.
If you just want to have plain old sex with me, we'll probably both get bored
with each other. If we're going to do this, let's play, experiment, try some
new things, some different things, you know what I mean?"
"Oh god, yes, please, you have no idea what sexual fantasies I've been
having since I met you," I blurted out.
"Really? Like what? Tell me," he asked.
"Like you tie me to a tree in the woods and fuck me in the ass, or maybe
I'll tie you to the tree and fuck you with a strap-on."
"Oh, well, how about we flip a coin?" he laughed, "you're so beautiful
and so sensual, just talking to you makes my cock drip, it's so hard and hot
right now."
"I'm rubbing my pussy right now, imagining you with me, I'm in front of
an open window, anyone could see me, and I'm imagining that you are watching me
right now. I'll try anything you want, and I have a few ideas of my own."
"I have a lot of fantasies," he warned, "and I'm going to try something
new with you every week. Now, stand at the window for ten full minutes and rub
yourself without cumming; imagine I am watching you now, because in my mind I am
seeing you, naked and hot right now rubbing yourself. Let anyone who sees you
see how hot you are."
"Ohhhh, god," I groaned, standing at the window.
"Are you free Wednesday?"
"If you will fuck me then, yes."
"Then I will meet you on Wednesday at 10:00 in the morning, in the lobby
of the Radisson resort down the interstate off exit 32; you know the one?"
"Yes, I've heard of it, that's fine," I answered, and he hung up.
I stayed at the window, imagining him watching me, pulling on my
nipples, fingering my ass, and plunging my fingers in and out of my sopping wet
pussy. I thought about the things we might do together, the things I might
suggest we do if I could summon the nerve to say them aloud. Something told me
this man would not be shocked, but rather delighted, to hear my lewd and kinky
fantasies. Now I wanted it all, and I was going to do it all. Just as I
reached my tenth minute at the window, I came, hard, loudly, and my juices
flowed down over my hand.
Exhausted, I leaned forward and felt the cold glass against my nipples
as I licked my drenched fingers.
