0 comments/ 50314 views/ 1 favorites The Limousine Ride Pt. 01 By: cbrmale The driver of the black limousine eased the car carefully out of the basement carpark and onto the rain slick street. He adjusted the wipers to clear the persistent drizzle that had been falling for several hours. The streets were grey and sombre as he switched on the headlights of the big car. Although hard to miss in the traffic, it was expensive, unique even, and he didn't want to take any chances with a black car in the rain. Pedestrians clutched umbrellas as he waited at the traffic lights. Some ignored the rain to take a look at the long limousine. Half as big again as any other car on the road. It was built to carry celebrities, dignitaries and heads of State. Although he knew the way, the driver programmed the satellite navigation system for his current location and his first stop. Then he pressed a button on the system and the navigation screen switched to a view of the rear compartment. Looking toward the far rear seat. He pressed another button and saw a second view, from the rear toward the front of the large rear compartment. He smiled in satisfaction as the lights changed and he quickly returned the system to navigation mode. He cruised through the city traffic and was soon on the famous Sydney Harbour Bridge. THE harbour bridge. The opera house was to his right, but traffic prevented a view of the famous landmark. In any case, the day was too gloomy for sightseeing. He turned off as he reached the wealthy suburbs of the north shore. He expertly manoeuvred down some side streets until he found the house he wanted. He double parked beside some smaller cars and waited. The man came down the steps to the street, shut the gate behind him and stood by the car. He was immaculately dressed in a dinner suit, white shirt, red bow tie and matching red handkerchief in his top pocket. The driver had seen him and was waiting; he quickly opened the rear compartment door to allow the man to enter before he got wet. The passenger pressed the microphone and instructed. "To the airport driver." The driver started the engine and made his way through the maze of narrow winding streets until he finally reached the harbour tunnel and pointed the car south towards the airport. Again he checked the navigation screen; the man was clearly visible as he fidgeted alone in the great expanse of the rear of the limousine. As they left the tunnel, the driver noticed that the rain was easing, and he was able to slow the wipers down. The freeway system built for the recent Olympic games had them to the airport terminal in no time. Ignoring the no parking signs, the driver knew nobody moved this big car on, he pulled up in front of the terminal. The driver quickly opened the rear door and the man immediately made his way to where a woman was standing, waiting. The driver quickly eyed her; she was tall, slim with long auburn hair and she was wearing a slinky long black dress. She took one step forward to his passenger and they embraced. He clearly saw the slit up the side of her dress, exposing her leg up to the top of her thigh. As he grabbed her luggage he mentally noted that she was not merely attractive; she was stunning. The discreet exposure of leg through the slit of the dress was sexier than the briefest bikini on the hottest of days. To top it off she had a gold chain hanging loose around her waist and a matching chain on her ankle. The man held her hand as they climbed into the rear compartment. The driver stowed her luggage in the cavernous boot before returning to his seat and waiting. "Mercure hotel, Railway Square. Take the long way, around Bondi. Take it slow and gentle." The driver smiled. He knew the way to Bondi well enough. "It's been a long time darling," the man said. "Too long." "I've missed you David." "I've missed you too. Missed you like you wouldn't believe. Champagne Kellie?" "That would be lovely." David opened the fridge and removed a half-bottle of Champagne and two chilled flutes. He placed them into the glass holders as he carefully removed the stopper and filled the glasses. "To us," as he handed Kellie one of the glasses. "To us and our time together." "Will he be watching your room?" David asked. "He could be. We mustn't take chances." As he sipped on the champagne, he pressed the microphone switch again. "Take us right around Darling harbour driver. We need some sightseeing." He smiled at Kellie. "We can see out, but no-one can see in." "No-one?" she asked, smiling. "No-one," he replied happily. "Let's get comfortable." He put down his glass, and then took her glass and placed it on the table. He slipped his arm around her waist, drawing her close. Closer and closer. He felt her arm wrapped around his shoulder. They embraced. They kissed. A deep passionate kiss. A kiss of lovers separated. A kiss that never seemed to end. A kiss that made their forced separation recede into a distant memory. He felt his heart beating fast. This was it, together at last. The most perfect woman in the world in his arms again. "Let's get comfortable," he said as he removed his jacked and started to undo his tie. Kellie followed his lead and unclasped her chain. She turned her back toward him. He unzipped her. Awkwardly she struggled to remove her dress while David was already down to his underpants. He flattened his thickening cock against his stomach and removed the last of his clothing while Kellie was down to her black stockings. She reached down her milky thighs. "No," he said. She smiled. Yes, Men like sexy black stockings. David knelt in front of her. Kellie struggled to get comfortable, one foot on the floor and one leg lengthwise on the back seat. David reached out and gently ran his fingers through her short red hair. "You're pussy is all wet." He sucked on his fingers, tasting her juices. "Delicious my love. You have the most delightful pussy in town." He dived back in, this time running his tongue around her womanhood. He felt her hands on his head. He ran his tongue over her lips, drinking in her delightful love juices. Smelling her delightful feminine scent. Ravishing her. Driving her toward orgasm. Sucking at her lips, sucking at her clit. Feeling her get wetter and wetter. He knelt back on his haunches and admired his work. Her lips were all swollen and red with arousal. He eased two fingers of his right hand inside her, feeling for her special spot. He knew how much she loved this. At the same time he rubbed the side of her clit with his thumb. So sweet was her taste he couldn't help himself. He alternated his tongue on her clit with his thumb. He knew he could make her come quickly with just his hand, but he wanted to taste her. Feel the delightful folds of her pussy with his tongue. Then he rubbed her a little more while still pressing hard on her g-spot. Then he tongued her. Then rubbed her. Then tongued her. She lifted her bottom off the seat, straining every muscle to force herself hard into his face. He concentrated on tonguing her pussy, rubbing her sensitive hood over and over again while still pressing inside. He kept it up, tongue and fingers. Suddenly he felt her muscles tense, a little moan and a small gush of fluid over his hand. He smiled. 'That's my girl,' he thought. She slumped back on the seat, her smile was clear proof of her satisfaction. Meanwhile the driver pressed a button on the navigation screen while he waited at a set of traffic lights. He could see the pair of them naked. She was sitting on the seat and he was kneeling between her legs. Satisfied, he concentrated again on the road when he heard the traffic around him start to move off. "Oh darling," she said. "You are too good. The only orgasms I get these days are on my own." "Is he that bad?" David asked. "You can't imagine. Three minutes and it's all over." "No oral?" "No, just a little cuddling and then..." She saw him kneeling in front of her, his hard erection waiting. "Fuck me," was all she said. She turned around and knelt on the wide seat, bracing herself by holding the headrests. He stood behind her, leaning forward for headroom, getting as close as he could before easing himself in. Feeling her delightful wet tightness devour his hard manhood. Watching his cock slide into her, feeling her glorious pussy devour him. It was so perfect. Despite the confines he was able to manage things quite nicely. He held onto the roof with one hand and her perfect round bottom with the other. Feeling the tightness of his lover's glorious cunt. Feeling himself deep inside her. Savouring the moment. The movement of the car highlighted the sensations. Every now he had to brace harder with his hand as the car moved over a bump or around a corner, before resuming his thrusting. He watched her reach back with one hand, feeling for her clit. She rubbed herself and deliberately glanced at his balls every now and then with her long fingers. 'Three minutes' he thought. I'll show her three minutes. The time just slipped by. So mesmerised by the sensational pleasure of being inside her after such a long time apart. He wanted this to last forever. And yet he wanted to come deep inside her too. To feel the ultimate pleasure of his own orgasm. In two minds, the sensations won. He was going to fuck her as long as he was able. Her tight and slippery wet pussy won again He saw her rubbing herself hard now as he fucked her harder. Watching his cock slipping in and out. Watching her perfect body spread before him. The glorious curves of her smooth white bottom, her narrow waist and her flowing red hair. "Oh fuck," she cried. David felt her, her muscles tightened and contracted. He felt her with his cock. Felt her orgasm while he fucked her. Now was the time for him to come. He relaxed, willing himself to come. Forcing himself to reach his own peak. To feel that sharp, intense swirl of pleasure envelop his body. The car was stationary in traffic. He held onto her bottom with both hands. Feeling her softness. Bracing himself on her. Knowing that it was getting closer and closer. "Yes," he cried as the first wave rushed through him, from his head right through to his cock. The first stream of his come squirting deep inside her. Again and again he thrust, each thrust another wave. Each wave so intense, so immense. And again. And again. Weaker and weaker. Slower and slower. Then he was done. The car was moving again when he pulled out of her and collapsed on the seat opposite. She turned around and kissed him. "You were wonderful darling." He could feel his heart pounding. Orgasm with her was always more intense than any other woman he had been with. He saw her using some of the tissues from the tissue holder to wipe herself. Then she sat beside him and held him tight. Nestling into the nape of his neck. Their passion was spent. Naked and dishevelled they held each other in the rear of the huge car. For a good five minutes they cuddled in silence, the only sound that of the traffic around them. He realised that time was slipping away. All too soon it will be over. "More champagne darling?" he asked "Yes please." David topped up the two glasses. Kellie smiled. David sensed the ridiculous situation. Naked and sweating in the back of the car. The distinctive smell of sex overwhelmed the scent of the leather. They sat; Kellie rested her head on David's shoulder as she sipped her champagne. She hoped this ride would never end. David glanced out of the window. The familiar scenes of Chinatown glided by. Soon they would be at the hotel. "We better dress. We haven't much time." In the awkward confines, they struggled to clothe themselves. David helped Kellie with her tight dress. Then he concentrated on his own suit and tie. He checked the mirror, adjusting his tie and brushing his hair. Kellie clipped the gold chain around the outside of her dress. The two of them relaxed in the leather seats as the car finally glided it's way toward the hotel reception. Kellie gently kissed David on the lips just before she left the car, making sure she immediately closed the door before anyone could see in. The driver grabbed her luggage and followed her inside until the concierge took the suitcases from him. He checked that she was standing in the queue to check in before returning to the car. "My place driver." For the second time that day, the driver wound his way through the city streets onto the harbour bridge. The traffic was heavier as he retraced his route. Soon the passenger had been dropped at his house and the big car was back in its underground park. He reached into the glovebox and released the recorder. He removed the memory stick and put it in his top pocket. He locked the car and went inside the office. A tall man was waiting. "Have you got it?" the man asked him. "Yeah. Right here," and the driver patted his pocket. "Is it good?" "Good? It's better than good. It's perfect." "Mr Evans will be so pleased." CHAPTER TWO Kellie had returned from shopping and was about to make herself a cup of tea when she heard a forceful knock on the door. Checking the safety chain was fastened, she opened the door a crack and asked, "Who is it?" "Mrs Evans. We have something we would like to show you." "That's ridiculous," Kellie replied indignantly. "What could you have that I need to see?" "Well, if you don't want to see it, I'm sure your husband would." "What is it?" she asked sharply. "A recording." "Recording?" "Yes, a recording of a car ride. The back seat of a limousine actually. Recorded yesterday." Kellie immediately felt her heart skip. My God, yesterday. "Come in," she asked weakly. She unhooked the chain and let the two men into her room. One was tall and the other looked familiar. "Aren't you..." "Yesterdays driver. Yes. Call me Matthew. And this is my partner Sean." Sean had a small video recorder under his arm. Quickly he connected it to the television set, tuned the set to the correct channel and pressed the play button. Kellie sat on the bed and watched as the slightly distorted view of the limousine interior came into view. She could see David and herself. Sean cued the recorder forward a few minutes and then resumed the replay. Although the picture was a little dull, she could see herself naked on the seat, David's penis in her mouth. She gasped and looked away. "Don't you want to see more?" Matthew asked innocently. "No thanks, I've seen quite enough. Why are you two here? What do you want?" "We have a proposition Mrs Evans. Or should we call you Kellie? You need to come with us." "Why should I come with you two?" "Well, maybe we will show this to your husband instead. You know how jealous he is." "You leave my husband out of this." "We know that given your, um, age difference, he was unsure whether your affection was truly genuine. Whether his Personal Assistant really did fall for her boss. Something like this would convince him otherwise. And that would never do. Would it?" "No, I suppose not," she sighed. Just give me a minute. She slipped on her red shoes, grabbed her handbag and followed them out of the room. They stood each side of her as they went to the lift. Matthew admired her. This time she was all red. Long tight red dress, red shoes, red handbag. And that chain around her slim waist. He glanced down. Red stockings and the ankle chain. This was some woman! No wonder Mr Evans was worried about her. Downstairs, they grabbed a waiting taxi and Matthew gave the address to the driver. CHAPTER THREE It took a while to reach the nondescript warehouse in the suburbs. Matthew paid the taxi driver and followed Sean and Kellie up the stairs to the first floor office. Sean unlocked the building and they went inside. The office space was almost empty, just a few dusty desks and chairs. Someone must have left the central heating on as it was quite cosy. "This way." Kellie followed Sean through a doorway into a large meeting room. Actually, a boardroom. A long wooden table dominated the centre of the room, surrounded by green leather chairs. A large mirror ran almost the full length of the room and there was a television and video player on a stand in the corner. Sean pulled the memory stick out of a pocket and placed it into the player. Soon the recording from the car was playing on the television. Kellie stood dispassionately, one arm across her stomach, holding her chin with her other hand. "We came all the way here to see that?" as she glanced at the picture of herself on the television. "I'm sure you want to keep it from your husband," Sean replied. "Yes," she sighed. "We've been there already. What do you really want from me?" "Some of that," Sean replied. "You can't be serious?" "Yes. Very serious." "No, absolutely not. I won't!" "Well then, Mrs Davis..." "Oh fuck," Kellie gasped. "You want me to..." "It's your choice." "How do I know I'm not being recorded here? How do I know that you still won't show that to my husband?" "There aren't any cameras in the room. And, if you're a good girl, you get to take away the only copy of that," as Sean motioned to the picture of the naked couple. "Oh, alright then." Sean grabbed her and kissed her roughly. Holding her slim arms tight with his large hands. Feeling her tight lips, hard and devoid of passion. Roughly he ripped her dress, the buttons and zipper tearing as he tore it from her shoulder. "Here," she said quietly. "Let me." She undid the gold chain and lifted what was left of her dress over her head. For safekeeping, she clasped the chain back around her waist. Defiantly she stood before them; dressed in her red bra, g-string and stockings. "Satisfied?" she asked sarcastically. "Almost." He turned her around and tried to unclasp her bra. His thick fingers struggled with the tight catch. At the same time Matthew knelt before her and pulled down her red lacy g-string. She stepped out of it and kicked it away. She looked down at his head, level with her crotch. She watched as he reached out, reached between her legs. She spread a little to give him access as she felt him run his hand over her sensitive pussy. Only he wasn't rough. It was a gentle touch. He ran his forefinger over her lips and delicately past her clit. At the same time, Sean had unclasped her bra and she felt it fall free. She felt his hands over her breasts. Hard and rough. He massaged her, rubbing her nipples. She could feel Matthew gently rubbing her pussy and Sean's agonising touch on her breasts. Sean stood between Matthew and Kellie and effortlessly lifted her onto the table. She sat with her legs dangling over the side. He quickly removed his trousers and underpants before kneeling beside her on the table. His erection looked wicked, dangerous, monstrous. Huge! "Suck this," as he pointed his manhood at her. She did as she was told. She took him in her mouth. What a mouthful! She struggled to wrap her lips around his cock. While she sucked him, he removed his shirt. She felt his hands on her head, holding her. Bracing himself as she sucked and licked at his big stiff cock. Running her tongue around the sensitive head. At the same time she felt Matthew spread her legs. He also was on his knees. She involuntarily shuddered as she felt his tongue touch her womanhood for the first time. So soft, so moist. She felt Matthew holding her legs apart as he started to lick and rub her pussy. It was so unexpected that she almost forgot to keep up the blowjob on the monster in her mouth. Matthew continued to run his tongue around her clit. She tried to concentrate on the delightful sensation of his wet tongue. She tried to forget about Sean just centimetres away on the table. She liked Matthew. He was the quiet one. He seemed to care, even if what they had done to her was wrong. Perhaps he wasn't all bad. The Limousine Ride Pt. 01 All too soon Matthew pulled away and stood up. She saw him struggle to remove his clothing. Struggling to get his trousers over his erection. Hard and stiff it was, but nowhere near as big as the one she was sucking on. Trying to suck on. As Matthew moved closer to her, Sean pulled back to watch the action. She couldn't work out the power play with these two. Sean was the muscles for sure. The one who intimidates. But she had the feeling that Matthew ran things. The boss. Took first turn. She spread her legs for him, reached down as he got closer and guided him in. It was awkward to be sitting on the edge of the table; legs spread each side of the young man, and being fucked at the same time. Normally she enjoyed sex, but this time she felt empty, despite Matthew inside her. She had been blackmailed into submission. He was just fucking her and she was just sitting, waiting for him to finish. She watched him, his eyes closed. Clearly he was concentrating on one thing only. The feeling of her pussy around his cock. There was only one thing on his mind. His pleasurable sensations. Her pussy was only a repository for his pleasure. He might as well have been masturbating with her body. She watched him, his body pumping against hers. She imagined him being in a trance. To pump away at her forever. Forever attached to her 'till the end of time. She felt him, felt him inside her. His movements were quicker now. Clearly he was getting closer. Reaching for that point that all men must reach. She watched him with awareness. She wanted to see what it was like. She saw him grip the table with his hands, to get leverage for his frantic thrusting. Perhaps, she thought, he was having troubling coming. Perhaps his conscience was getting the better of him. She smiled, serves him right. Maybe he will stay attached till he can no longer stand. Thrusting until he is exhausted and still not coming! No! She heard him grunt out loud as he thrust hard against her. Two or three times he thrust hard and deep. She knew it had happened. She watched him, felt him. She knew he had come. She watched him leaning before her, holding the table for a moment. Then he pulled out. She looked down, his cock glistened with juices. Her juices, his come. It was over. Sean had been kneeling beside her for quite a while. Waiting for his turn. "My turn for some pussy," he announced. Roughly, he grabbed Kellie and spun her around on the table. He spread her legs and knelt just where he wanted to be. He lunged forward, pointing his huge erection at her auburn-framed pussy. Kellie gasped as she felt him enter her. Despite her wetness, and Matthew's come inside her, she felt the resistance as her pussy struggled to accommodate his size. She felt one deep lunge as he gave her everything he had. She felt him withdraw and plunge in again. And again. Steadily building up a rhythm. Despite the disgust she felt for him, she could also feel his thick cock stretching her love tunnel. The carnality of being fucked by his huge monster. Feeling her arousal starting to build as he steadily pumped away inside her. Despite herself, she could feel sensations building deep inside, focused on his huge hard cock deep in her pussy. She closed her eyes tight, she didn't want to see him. She tried to concentrate just on the sensations of being fucked by his big monster, the biggest cock she had ever seen. She couldn't help herself. "Oh God," she murmured. Quietly so he would hear. Thoughts of David flashed across her mind. She imagined it was him on his knees in front of her. He was fucking her. He was going to make her come. Yes, she thought, it's David. Sean kept on thrusting, faster and faster. Kellie felt her pleasure building up. She felt herself getting closer and closer. Willing David to make her come. Willing David to be inside her. She gasped as her orgasm built up and overflowed, rushing through her body and ending up at her cunt. Still he kept thrusting. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper. Suddenly he grunted as he plunged hard and deep. Pumping his load inside her dripping wet pussy. Three or four times he continued to thrust. Each thrust coinciding with another load of come. Slowing down and finally stopping. For a moment he paused. Still kneeling. His dick still lodged inside her. He pulled out and climbed off the table, leaving Kellie on her back, come running inside her legs and onto the table. He looked around the room and spotted her red g-string. He caught her eye and threw it at her. Kellie reached down to wipe herself with it. Matthew must have dressed while Sean had fucked her. She could see him watching her as she watched Sean get dressed. "Can I..." she asked him. "Yeah," Sean butted in. "We've finished with you." Behind the glass mirror, two men in suits have been watching dispassionately. The older one turned to face his colleague. "You know what to do?" he asked. "Yes Mr Davis." He looked through the mirror at his wife and the two men. "We signed an agreement. Make sure she gets nothing." He turned and walked away. To be continued... The Limousine Ride Pt. 02 CHAPTER FOUR Kellie was glad her journey had come to an end. What she had planned to be a shopping visit, and a chance to be with David, had turned into a nightmare. At least her husband hadn't found out. Her heart missed a beat, those two men. She hoped that they could be trusted. She keyed her pin at the main gate; absently pushing it once the numbers had been entered. But it stayed locked. She tried again. Still locked. She pressed the buzzer and the maid answered. "Mrs Davis, Mr Davis has left a note for you. He told me to give it to you." Kellie impatiently ripped open the envelope. In it was a typed but unsigned note. It didn't go into much detail. It didn't need to. In dot-point form, it informed her that her access to the house had been cancelled, her store account cards had also been cancelled, her credit card limit was reduced to $5,000 and it would be cancelled at the end of the month. There were some clothes packed for her and she was to keep her mobile phone switched on as some lawyers would be contacting her shortly. Kellie re-read the note. Surely not? Those two bastards must have told my husband after all. She pressed the buzzer again. She asked the maid about her clothes. The maid told her that the gardener would bring the suitcase to her. Standing in the familiar street, suitcase at her feet and the note still in her hand, Kellie wondered what to do next. She rang for a taxi and pondered where to stay. A hotel, at least for a couple of days. She told the taxi driver to take her to a modest place that was not too far away. She checked in, hoping that the note was right about her credit card. Sure enough, she had been given just enough money to keep her going for a couple of weeks. Up in the room, she kicked off her shoes and thought about ringing David. She mustn't go into details, she couldn't go into details. "David, he's found out." "How?" "It's a long story. But I know he knows. And he has thrown me out." "Sorry Kellie. I was sure the car would be okay." "I did too. It's not your fault. All I've got is some money, a credit card and this phone." "That's too bad. I'm not sure what I can do though." "What do you mean not sure?" Kellie asked. "Well, I'm married. Our affair, you know, has to be discreet," David replied. "Yeah, I know that. But surely you could help..." "I would, but I don't know how. Listen, you were his PA before you got married. You're only 27. It wouldn't be hard to start again." "Yeah. Like I married the boss and now I'm getting divorced. How's that going to look on my resume?" she snapped. "I'm sorry Kellie. I don't know what I can do." "Get fucked David," and she angrily pressed the red button. Men she thought. Hopeless the lot of them. As expected, the lawyers rang the next day. They wanted to meet with her that afternoon. Clearly her husband had decided to move quickly. No bad thing she thought. Let's get it over and move on. The meeting was as she had expected. Three of them, one of her. They pointed out the pre-marriage agreement. She was not prepared to concede anything, not yet at least. She remembered getting advice on it before they got married. In the case of divorce arising from her adultery, she was to get next to nothing. Nonetheless she decided she needed help. She needed her own lawyer to help her bargain for a little more than next to nothing. By the end of the week, it was all over. The second meeting achieved a small victory. She could keep all her clothes, her jewellery, her personal effects and a lump sum settlement. That was their final offer. She thought it over, she didn't have much choice. She had sold her furniture and put the money in her own bank account. That cash, plus the settlement should see her through. For a while. That evening, while dining alone, she thought about what David had said. Work as a PA again. Sure, it was only 18 months ago. If she used her maiden name, and her prior references, she might be okay. First thing Monday she rang some employment consultants. They sounded keen. But they always do. One wanted to meet her that afternoon. "Kellie," he smiled. Unconsciously she winced. How she hated employment agents and their false sincerity. "So nice to see you." Still, she thought, time to move on and start a new life. On Wednesday, she was dressing smartly for her first job interview. As irritating as his manner was, at least the agent was effective. When she rang for the taxi, she made a mental note to invest some of her cash in a new car. The interview went well. It was a medium sized company, and someone was leaving. The most important thing was her ability to start straight away. That wasn't a problem, she thought. The man who interviewed her, Ian, seemed nice enough. No, he was quite charming. She thought that it might be a good place to work. She hoped she would get the job. The consultant rang her on her mobile. "Kellie," he started. "We have some good news." Again she winced. This man was so annoying. "Can you start on Monday?" Monday it was. With income, she was able to rent a place. She found a nice high-rise apartment block near the city centre. Walking distance from her job. A nice one-bedroom furnished apartment was just what she wanted. Somewhere to call home. A new beginning. CHAPTER FIVE It didn't take her long to get back into the routine of work. Maybe, after 18 months of not much to do, it was nice to have the activity of a regular job again. In any case, her work revolved around scheduling meetings, managing appointments, fending off unwanteds and helping Ian's subordinates. Kellie quickly noticed that Ian had that contented air of a happily married man. There were two photos on his sideboard, one of his wife Kim, and another of his two children. One boy and one girl. From time to time when he had to work later than usual, he always rang home and spent some time talking to his wife before resuming work. It was on one of these late nights that things started to change. The two of them were alone in the office working on a presentation. Ian was drafting ideas on his whiteboard while Kellie was entering the points as presentation slides on the laptop computer. Engrossed in her typing, she suddenly felt him standing behind her. Looking at the slides no doubt. Then she felt his hands on her shoulders, massaging her shoulders and neck. It was comforting. Comfortable. Sensual but not seductive. She turned to look him in the eye, he bent forward, kissed her. He gently brushed her cheek with a finger as they tenderly kissed. All hell broke loose. The door flew open and the cleaner barged in, turning on a noisy vacuum cleaner strapped to his back in the process. Ian stood back, going visibly red. Above the cacophony he apologised most profusely. Kellie was confused. He seemed such a contented man. And yet his kiss was tender and genuine. And she enjoyed it. She had been buried in work and home for the last few months. She really did miss being sensual. She dismissed it as an aberration on his part. She was sure that it wouldn't happen again. It couldn't happen again. CHAPTER SIX The slides they were preparing were for a conference where Ian had been invited to speak. It was an honour to him personally, but it was also important for the company for him to make a good impression with his talk. Kellie was to accompany him, to make sure that the distribution of the notes of his speech were made available, as well as marketing material from the company. Up until that late night, Kellie had no qualms. Even though they would be away together for three days in a luxury island resort. Now she wasn't so sure. She didn't want to fuck up his marriage and she certainly didn't want to fuck up her job. She thought about it long and hard in the bath that night. The best thing to do would be to raise the issue with him the next day, just so she knew where she stood. As she relaxed in bed, she was sure that this was the right move. If someone else had to do her job at the conference, then so be it. After the cleaners noisy interruption the evening before, the presentation hadn't been finished. They were flying out the day after. Kellie interrupted his thoughts by asking him about the slide show. He asked her to close the door and again apologised profusely. He didn't know what came over him and he promised never to do anything like that again. Kellie felt relieved, and also managed to book a couple of hours of his time to finalise things. The flight to the resort was uneventful enough, and once they got there, Kellie realised that there would be few problems crossing paths with Ian. The itinerary was very full. Presentations from morning to night, which would keep Ian out of the way, and she would be bored witless. The first two evenings were also booked. A boat cruise and meal one day, and a bus trip to a local winery for a meal the next. Ian's presentation was in the morning of the third day, which kept Kellie occupied for a couple of hours. It seemed to go well, and she was busy handing out copies of his notes. The last afternoon dragged on so, with the conference eventually finishing early on Friday so that people could fly home. Except for a handful who were waiting for a direct flight to Melbourne early the next morning. That evening was so quiet. The resort had few holiday makers, and even fewer left from the conference. Ian rang her and suggested they dine together in the resort restaurant. Kellie thought it made sense and they agreed on meeting at seven. Casual conversations over dinner. Small talk, nothing in particular. The talk drifts around to work. "I really appreciate your work. The presentation was very professional," Ian started. "Thanks," Kellie replied, somewhat embarrassed. "You really brighten up the office. It has been a wonderful the last couple of months working with you." "It has been wonderful for me too," Kellie replied. "You're company tonight makes me not want to go home." He reached out and took her hand. Kellie started to feel a little uncomfortable. Ian continued. "I realise what a sham my home life is." Kellie was shocked. "Sham?" "Yeah. There is so much I am missing. It has been months... I miss it so." Kellie pulled her hand away. Months she thought. Missing it. She never realised. She knew some women, once they got married... Dangerous territory. She tried to think of what to say. "Perhaps if you and your wife went away together," Kellie suggested. "Alone. A romantic holiday. Could someone look after your kids?" "No, that would be worse," Ian replied. Holidays are supposed to be happy. Who wants to be alone with a clingy sexless woman." "Surely, just the two of you. There must be some chance." "You don't know her. There would be no chance." Kellie thought of her failed marriage. Sex isn't the only thing for a relationship. But bad sex, or no sex, does put things under strain. "Ian. I don't know what to say." "That's alright," he replied. "I shouldn't have burdened you. It's just you are such good company and I really needed someone to talk to." Fortunately their main course arrived and the food interrupted conversation for a while. As she walked back to her room, she thought of Ian. The pictures in his office. The phone calls home. And he is just a lonely man. Looking for love with sex like all men. She felt sorry for him. She really did. CHAPTER SEVEN Nothing more was said about Ian's marital woes on the flight home. Kellie knew that sometimes Personal Assistants got more personal than they bargained for. Ian suggested, seeing as Kellie pretty much lived on the way to his house, they could share a taxi. Kellie couldn't see the harm in that. They had sat together on the plane all the way from the island, so a thirty minute taxi ride couldn't do any harm. Something had changed. Perhaps it was the familiarity of being home again. As soon as the taxi got underway, he reached out and held her hand. "You mean so much to me. Your beauty and your poise. There must be a man in your life." "No, there hasn't been anyone for a few months." "I can't believe that. You are such a sexy and assured lady. Whenever I am with you I realise what I am missing." Kellie heard the break in his voice. She realised that he was serious. She rubbed his cheek with her finger. He took her hand and gently kissed it. Then he leaned across and kissed her. Kellie smelt his masculine scent. She put her arm around him. He leaned closer, resting his head on her shoulder. He buried himself in her and she held him tight. The taxi droned on. Kellie realised she was close to her apartment. She looked at his tousled hair. She understood how lonely he was. She knew he wanted love. She knew he was unsure how to ask her. She heard herself say, "We will both be getting out at Cooper street driver." She saw him look up at her, she swore she could see tears in his eyes. She held him tight. They got to her apartment. She let him go and exited the taxi. She walked around to his door and opened it. She held out her hand to him. "Come," she said. He got out as the taxi driver placed their luggage on the footpath. He pulled himself enough together to sign the credit docket for the driver. Then he followed her inside. She guided him to the lift. 10th floor. Apartment 1012. She led him in and turned on the heating. "This way," as she showed him to the lounge room. She sensed she needed to show him. She sat on the couch, he sat beside her. It had been a long time for him. It had been a long time for her too. She felt almost ecstatic. "Ian, we are both going to have the time of our lives." She ran her hands though his thick dark hair and kissed him passionately. She felt him respond. She felt him take her in his arms and hold her the way men do. She loved that, the way their masculinity starts to show. The way they can go from a little lost boy to a passionate lover just with the thought of sex. It's so manly. Their kisses went on forever. She held him tight, he held her tight. She could feel the apartment warming. "Do you want to clean up." He paused. "Yes." She showed him the bathroom. When he emerged, she told him to wait for her in the bedroom. She freshened herself before joining him. She found him sitting on the chair. She knelt before him and started to unbutton his shirt. She pulled it out of his waistband, removed it and tossed it to one side. She undid his belt and loosened his trousers. "Stand up," she quietly asked. He did as he was told. She lowered his trousers and noticed he was wearing nice looking brief underpants. She eased them over his growing erection. She was startled to see that he was shaved. Somehow that seemed incongruous on her boss. She held his manhood, feeling it already hardening. She leaned forward and took him in her mouth. She felt him put his hands on her head, as if to complete a circle. A circle of sexual energy. She cupped his balls as she slowly and gently sucked his now hard and quite impressive manhood. Just enough to thrill him, hopefully not enough to make him come. She wanted that pleasure for later. She kept up the slow and sensual sucking. His masculinity was in the palm of her hands now, and she enjoyed it. Now it was her turn. She stood up and faced him. Slowly, provocatively she undid the buttons on her blouse. She saw his eyes following her fingers. Soon her blouse was on the ground. Then her jeans. He had already discarded his trousers. She held him again, feeling his hard body pressed against her. Knowing that he was lusting after her breasts, her pussy. She stood back, reached behind and unclipped her black bra. She could see his eyes transfixed on her. She reached out and brought him to her. Again he kissed, but this time his hands held her breasts. Expertly massaging her. Brushing her nipples. She shuddered at his touch. Married men make the best lovers. She turned around and faced the bed. Slowly she bent over, slowly she eased her panties down. She knew what he would be seeing. She wondered if he was a breast man or an arse man. Either way, he was a pussy man. And the sight of her pussy slowly emerging as she lowered her panties would be driving him wild. She felt him grab her hips. She turned around and faced him. She took him by the hand and led him to the bed. She climbed on. He joined her. She pushed his shoulder so he was lying flat on his back. She quickly turned around and straddled him, her pussy just above his face. She took him in her mouth again. She felt his hands on her hips. She felt his tongue gently touch her pussy. Yes, the gentle touch of a lover who knows what he is doing. He was just teasing her, caressing her lips, lightly brushing her clit. Just getting her ready for him. She gently teased his hard cock. She still didn't want him to come. No! She wanted him inside her. She felt his touch centre on just the right spot. He knew exactly where his tongue should rub and just how hard he should press. Oh my God, he was good. She gave up on his cock. She lifted herself straight and pressed herself hard on his mouth instead. He knew exactly what he was doing. She could feel the buzzing already. Still he kept it up. Slowly, purposefully. No surprises. Gently rubbing her special spot over and over again. He had the confidence to know that sooner or later she would come. He just kept it up, slowly driving her towards her peak. She felt it building, the buzzing slowly consuming her. Getting closer, getting closer, getting closer. She knew she was going to come. Closer and closer. "Fuck," she exclaimed as the dam burst. The surge ran through her body. Her entire energy drained toward her cunt. Fuck, she thought. I needed that. She looked down and saw he was still hard. She smiled. Quickly she climbed off, turned around, and straddled him again. She watched his eyes as she lowered herself on his hard cock. She took him and guided it in. She felt that delicious sensation as it entered her. Spreading her cunt for the first time. Slipping inside her. Watching him. Feeling him. She braced her hands on the bedhead. With him pinned under her, it was her turn to make him come. She started to thrust, squeezing him as she rose and fell on his shaft. He took his breasts. Gently he massaged them. Exploring her femininity. Fondling her breasts while she fucked him. A steady gentle rhythm. His manhood deep inside her as she slid up and down his hardness. Just the two of them and time standing still. The ultimate pleasure. His ultimate prize only minutes away. She felt him getting more aroused. He was meeting her thrusts. She could feel his hips bouncing into her. She felt his hand on her bottom, holding on. Bracing. Leveraging himself to come. She knew he had shifted. He wanted to come now. There was only one thing on his mind. She could see it on his face. Eyes closed in concentration. Sweat glistening on his brow. She heard him moaning. Willing himself to come. Moaning more intensely with each stroke. Each time he buried himself deep inside her. Faster and faster. She matched his pace. He was driving it now. Faster and faster. Deeper and deeper. Squeezing himself inside her as deep as he could go. Deeper, deeper and then he cried out. Two, three, four deep thrusts. He kept it up. Slower and slower. Still he thrusted. He seemed to come forever. It must have been so long for the poor man. Again and again. Then he stopped. She leaned forward, his hardness still inside her. She rested her head on his chest. Felt his heart beating so fast. Felt the sweat on his body. Poor man, it has been a long time. She lay on him; she never wanted to get off. She felt his arms wrapped around her. They lay like that for quite a few minutes. Kellie then gently lifted herself off. Most of his come had already run back onto his stomach. She grabbed a couple of tissues and wiped herself. Then she wiped him. His come was everywhere. No wonder he had orgasmed so long. It must have really been ages since he last had sex. She curled up beside him and held him. He was so warm. It had been a long day and she was tired. Holding each other, she quietly dozed. Just slipping in and out of consciousness. The room getting darker as the light outside faded. Inside it was warm and cosy with her lover. She held him dearly. And he held her. The Limousine Ride Pt. 02 He stiffened, startled. The time. He kissed her on the cheek. "Darling, I must go." She knew it was to be, but wouldn't it be nice for him to stay. "I'll remember this for a long time to come." She grabbed a gown while he dressed. They kissed at her front door. "Monday, I can't wait till Monday," he said. It was an ambiguous remark, but Kellie guessed that he had plans in his head. Plans to be revealed on Monday. She re-made her rumpled bed, showered, dressed and wearily prepared herself a meal. Another lonely Saturday night. Later on, she wandered down and hired a movie to watch. Something to pass the time. Maybe Monday couldn't come quickly enough. CHAPTER EIGHT It was with some trepidation that Kellie dressed for work. As soon as she sat at her desk, Ian was out. He quickly beckoned her into his office. "I'm sorry about running off like that. It's just they were expecting me." "No, don't worry," she soothed. "I understand. What did you say?" He smiled. "The plane was late." Then he got more serious. "Saturday, you know, was special for me. I had forgotten..." "Ssh," she replied. "It was special for me too." "It's just, I realise what I've been missing. I don't want to miss anymore." "You mean..." "If you want to." "When?" "Tonight. We can be working late. I can forward my phone to my mobile. Nobody need know." "Okay then, tonight." Kellie felt her heart racing, the thrill and the danger of it. Nobody must know. Only the cleaners saw them depart together. Walking side by side in the cold. Not holding hands. Trying to avoid suspicion. Kellie felt a little uneasy about being 'the other woman'. But he was a nice man and a good lover. Maybe just for a while things would be okay. Maybe, even, things could work out better than okay. She thought about it. A sexless marriage or Kellie Taylor? If I was a man, who would I pick? She pondered. Over the next month or so, the liaisons came regularly. Two or three times a week. Always after work. Ian sneaking away from her apartment. Off to his domestic life. Wife, children, meal, television, bed. Kellie left alone for the rest of the night. She needed something better. Over the weekend she rummaged through her collection of cookbooks. Let's have something really special she thought as she made up a list of things to buy at the market. She started preparing her special meal, then she thought about dessert. Yes, dessert could be fun... At work on Monday, she quickly cornered Ian. "Tonight, I have a surprise. I want to cook for you." Ian looked taken aback. "Cook?" he asked. "Yes, like in food." "Oh, yes. But..." "You could say you are entertaining clients." "Yeah, that could be okay. I'll ring now. Good idea. A meal together. That will be nice." As they left the office that evening, they didn't realise that someone had seen them. She was holding a bunch of flowers and surprised to see her husband and a woman together. Someone who was sorry about all of the late nights and decided to bring a present. She didn't want to spoil their entertaining, but something didn't seem right. She decided to follow them. They made for an apartment building not far away. She watched them go in. She stayed in the shadows. Once they caught a lift, she went inside and waited on one of the leather seats. The flowers sat on the table next to her. As time slipped by, she rang the babysitter and told her that she was delayed, didn't know how long she would be. In her bag was a paperback. She pulled it out, found her place and started to read. She glanced at her watch, my word they were taking some time. She kept on reading. Inside the apartment was cosy and warm. The smell of Kellie's cooking added atmosphere. There was nothing like the smell of delicious food on a cold night. Kellie opened a bottle of red wine while Ian set the table. Kellie smiled, table for two. How perfect. Once the main meal was finished, and the wine drunk, Kellie announced dessert was to be in the bedroom. She saw the look of surprise on Ian's face. "My darling, this is going to be decadent." Kellie had it planned. Champagne, cream, strawberries and honey. A nice mixture. She had arranged the ingredients on the bed. The champagne and glasses were chilled. She started to undress. "Strip off my dear, come and enjoy." She watched him strip off. The look of confusion on his face was priceless. She knelt on the bed and handed him a glass. "To us," she toasted. "Yes, to us." She took a strawberry, dipped it in cream and placed it between her lips. She leant forward to kiss him. With her tongue, she pushed it forward. He took it from her. She took another one and kissed him again. "Nice?" she asked. "Delicious," he smiled. She laid on her back, took a spoon of cream and smeared it on her breasts. She placed a couple of strawberries into the cream. "Hungry?" she asked him. He gently took the strawberries from her breasts. Then he licked her, brushing her nipples just lightly as he ate the cream. "More?" she asked. He nodded. This time she spread the cream between her legs. Again she placed some strawberries into the cream. Again he took the strawberries from her body. Lingering a little longer for each one. Then, like a good boy, he cleaned her right up. She shuddered with his touch as his tongue ran all over her pussy till there wasn't a trace of cream left. "Your turn," she said as she got onto her knees. This time, she thought, honey would do the trick. She took a spoon of honey and dripped it onto his manhood. The she ran her tongue all over his thickening rod. Licking away the sticky goo. Making sure she got every last trace. Feeling him grow with the sensations of her lips and tongue as she ate her desert. She grabbed a spoon and repeated the effort. There was more cock this time, so more honey it would be. It took so much longer to clean him up, but the effort was worth it. She could feel him hard enough to burst. Maybe, she thought, he would like to eat some honey too. She lay back down and spread honey between her legs. He didn't need an invitation. He dived right in. The honey must have been delicious because he cleaned her with the utmost care. Every fold, every crevice of her womanhood was licked clean. Only he didn't stop there. The honey was well gone but he kept going. Lying down for comfort now, he continued to run his tongue around her in his own special way. Then she felt his finger at her lips. Just teasing before he entered her. He found her spot quickly enough. He kept it up, pressing her inside and running his tongue around her pussy. Thoughts swirled through her head. Don't stop, keep going, keep going. She could feel it building inside. Closer and closer. She wanted to hold him, to kiss him, to love him. All she could think of was the delicious sensations growing and growing. Closer and closer. He kept it up. She felt it so close, so close. She gasped as it swelled through her; delicious sensations from head to cunt. She bathed in her indescribable pleasure. It felt so good. Too good. He got up, she reached out for him. She wanted to hold him, hug him. She wanted to feel his body against her own. She saw him respond to her lead. He lay down on her, taking his weight. She took his hard cock in her hand and guided it to her opening. She needed him inside her. She wanted him to fuck her. She shuddered with sensation of his hard cock slipping inside, stretching her. She willed him to go deeper. Unconsciously, she lifted her legs over his back, locking her ankles. She felt him search out her mouth. She held his head as he kissed her. Tongue touching tongue as his thick hard penis filled her. Filling her with his manhood. Filling her in the way that only a man could. She felt him sliding in and out. Slowly, deliberately. Teasing her, teasing himself. Agonisingly and excruciatingly sexual. A slow and deliberate motion as he held her, kissed her and fucked her. She bathed in his masculinity, the thing that men do when their reserve is thrown to the wind and their animal is unleashed. She bathed in his primal drive to impregnate her. To come and to fill her with his come. She felt his urgency. Thrusting faster. Breathing heavily. Soon, he would reach his peak. She held him, felt him. She wished him on. She wanted him to come. To love her. To fill her. Faster and faster he thrust. Suddenly, he pulled his head back as he came. Again and again he thrust. Deeply. Slowly. Deliberately. She held him tight with her legs. She wanted him to fill her. Again and again he thrust until, finally, he was spent. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tight. Felt his heart beating fast. Felt his skin pressed against hers. She wished it would last forever. After a few minutes in their blissful embrace, he lifted himself up and away. His softening member slipped out of her, she felt his come running down her pussy onto the bed. She still wanted to hold him. As he rolled onto his back, she cuddled up tight and held him. It was a glorious moment. The moment of the Gods. Slowly he stirred. He gazed into her eyes with such wonderment. She could see his small boy inside. The small boy overcome by what she had allowed him to do. He kissed her gently. He stretched his arms, relaxing his muscles. It was over; he had to return to the big bad world. "Do you want to wash?" she asked. "No," he replied. She watched him dress, it was as if he wanted to wear their juices on his manhood with pride. To remind him of where he had just been. She wiped herself with a tissue and slipped on her clothing. Tonight had been special. She wanted to show how special it had been for her too. She held his hand as they made their way to the lift. He pushed the ground floor button. She nestled close for the last few moments together as the lift raced to the foyer. It had been a memorable night. The lift door opened. "Ian," she heard. "What's going on?" "Kim?" he said, startled. "Who's this?" "Um, this is Kellie, my assistant." Kellie was dumbfounded. Kim, his wife. What the hell was she doing here? "Ian," Kim looked at her watch. "You have been almost two hours. Have you been..." "No, no, we've been working." "Bullshit Ian. You've been fucking her." "What if I have? I haven't fucked you for so long I've forgotten the last time." "So that's it. Unless you get sex on demand, you fuck however is close!" "No. Not sex on demand. Just some sex at all." "Really. If you weren't married to your job, maybe you would get some at home." "Married to my job? You don't know married to the job. I was home so much and every time you pushed me away. At least Kellie didn't push me..." "Well then Kellie, you'd better keep him then. He's no good to me." She spun around and stormed out the door. Ian tried to follow her, but realised that it was futile. Instead, he saw the flowers near where she had been sitting. "She must have bought these for me," he said as he held them forlornly. Indeed she must, Kellie thought. She held Ian close to her. That sensual masculinity was gone. The hurt little boy was back. "You can stay the night," she offered. She led him to the lift. CHAPTER NINE A new day and unfinished business. Kellie had left Ian behind and made her way to work. Ian arrived about an hour later looking rather agitated. He asked her to come into his office. "I don't think Kim wants me back," he started. "How do you know?" "I tried calling her, but she hung up on me." "Maybe if you give it time," Kellie offered, although she was unsure whether or not she wanted to take Kim's place in Ian's life. "Yeah," Ian agreed. "Maybe if I give it time." "In the meantime, you can stay at my place." "That wouldn't be a good idea." "You really want her back, don't you?" she asked sadly. "Yes. We go back a long way. And there's the children..." "You wouldn't leave her for someone else?" she asked hopefully. "You mean you?" "Maybe." "No, I couldn't. I need to win her trust again." "Does that mean, you and me?" "It's over. I don't think you can work for me either." Kellie was startled. She never imagined it would end so fast. She pulled herself together. "Can you give me a reference?" "Yes, of course. A good one." "And some notice?" she asked. "Yeah, finish up today. Looking for a job is a job. Finish up and good luck." She kissed him on the cheek. "Good luck too." Kellie was soon ringing the consultants. The news was good. There were plenty of jobs.