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TALL, BLOND AND BOUND
by Zebulon
This is a work of fiction. No reference to real persons is
intended. It contains strong, non-traditional sexual imagery
and language. If you don't like this kind of thing, don't read it.
This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper
credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being posted,
and (3) I am allowed free access to the web site where it is
being posted.
Feedback is welcome. Zebulonfastmail.ca
(MF, FF, Bond)
Start of Part 12
A week later the Eagle landed in Las Vegas to scope out
some local prospects. Here, more than anywhere else in the
world, tall dominant women seemed to flock in abundance.
If this didn't work out, his next port of call would be
Amsterdam and then Copenhagen. But Las Vegas might be
preferable since Merilla was originally a Southern California
girl and English her first language.
The Eagle was paired with a tough looking Dom named
Karla Bell. "Not Karla; not Bell. Karla Bell." On that she
was insistent. Karla Bell held a Master's Degree in
Psychology and managed a string of S&M clubs. She was
the main Mart operative in the region. She had lots of
contacts and all the expertise the Eagle lacked. Between
them they would see if they could find a suitable match for
the contract.
After two days of looking at pictures, reading bios, and
talking it over, they settled on a short list of four prospects.
The Eagle had their pictures spread out across Karla Bell's
desk. "What do you think," he asked.
"They're all good." She tapped one. "She's definitely
the best. At least from her psychological profile."
"I agree," he said. "She looks to be the best physical
match as well. So let's look at her last."
"Last?"
"Yeah. If we look at her first it's likely to distort our
perceptions of the others." Karla Bell nodded thoughtfully.
"If we get to her last and still like her best," the Eagle
continued, "we can be pretty sure we've got a winner."
"Good enough. I'll set things up."
And so they went to some S&M shows. The first three
women were all excellent. Physically, any of them would
do. One even had naturally red hair, but as the Eagle had
found out, that wasn't an issue. Mistress Merilla had been
dying her hair for years. Personality wise, they were also
good. One was a little tame for the Eagle's taste and one
seemed almost sadistic. But Karla Bell assured him that
either would train nicely. The third woman was just a bit
short for the part but she had the best psychological profile
of the three. There was no need to fly on to Europe to look
for a match.
Armed with this knowledge the Eagle and Karla Bell
went to see the fourth woman perform on the Silver
Manacle stage.
Lori and Ted had been married for three years. In most
ways they were ideally suited. They agreed on just about
everything; they liked each other's families; they enjoyed the
same leisure activities. The only fly in the ointment was sex.
Lori was a plain-Jane, vanilla-sex type person. Ted was
into variety, spice, plus a whole lot more than just a little
touch of kink. He was especially fond of bondage and
S&M. He'd tried to get her interested in making their sex
more varied, but without luck. She didn't take it badly.
She just didn't take it at all a complete lack of interest in
even talking about it. And yet, Ted sensed a tiny something
in her manner which suggested hidden possibilities.
Lori loved him. Ted knew that. And he loved her. But
he knew he couldn't last forever on a strict missionary
position diet. He was afraid that sooner or later the
marriage would bust if something didn't change pretty
drastically.
Ted usually came home right after work. But several
nights a month he would tell his lovely wife he was working
late and would frequent the city's S&M clubs with his best
friend, Burt. Too bad, Burt hadn't been a woman. They
shared exactly the same taste in sex.
The two of them would discuss his sex-life problem
endlessly. But all the talk seemed to go nowhere. Then one
night Ted got an idea. Dom Donner's act. If he could
somehow get Lori up on stage, . . . who knew what
wondrous changes that might lead to. Then Burt, who
worked as a chemist for a pharmacological company, had a
brainstorm. They discussed the idea for weeks before Ted
finally decided to give it a try.
His wife was a big sports fan. So they started making
bets. Big ones. The winner named their own reward. He
lost three such bets in quick succession and had to clean the
garage, paint the house, and go shopping with her all day
while she tried on dresses. He didn't mind the big pay-offs
when he lost. He knew it would make it easier to collect
when he won. And when that day finally came, he told her
she would have to accompany him to a sex show.
Lori didn't know quite what to think. She had expected
her husband to ask for something sexual when he won a bet.
In a way, she was looking forward to it. After more than
three years of plain sex, she also was ready to try something
a little new. On the other hand, there was a big difference
between something a little new and a sex club. The idea of
it frightened her. It gave her exactly the same panicky
feeling she remembered from when she had lost her
virginity.
Part of her problem was that Lori felt she was on a
pedestal. She had always been a good girl. And Ted had
always treated her that way. She felt a certain obligation
not to ruin the image. To show too much interest in sex, or
even to talk about it was just out of character. But for her
husband to use his bet to try something new, that put the
responsibility completely on him and left her with no choice.
She liked that. It wouldn't be her fault. Besides, she had
been sure he would only press the boundaries they had
established by slow and careful degrees. The upcoming trip
to a strip show, as she thought of it, was way more than she
had expected. But she didn't know how to get out of it.
So Lori called her best friend, Julie. They talked it over
and decided to invite her along if Ted would allow it. It
would give her moral support and perhaps the witness
would keep things under control. She expected Ted to
protest, but instead he seemed delighted. That worried her
even more.
Then it was time to pay off. Lori and Julie spent most of
the day at the gym. They worked out. Then they sat in the
steam bath and commiserated with one another. Both
were lovely girls.
Lori was 26 years old. She was five-nine and built like a
swimmer. Her skin tones were dark resembling a rich tan.
She had nicely formed breasts and a terrific ass. She also
had long arms, long legs, and long brown hair. Her face
seemed half angel-half devil and very beautiful. Almost
every man she met wanted to fuck her. Almost every
woman she met wanted to look like her.
Julie was also beautiful but along different lines. She
was half a head shorter and had a very pale complexion.
Her body was more curvy than Lori's. She looked like a
model in miniature. She had a large sensuous mouth and
large brown eyes. Her shoulder length hair was golden
brown. She had page-boy bangs. She was 23 but might
have passed for 18 in the right light.
Julie had volunteered to come along to the sex club
because she was sure Ted would never agree. When he did
agree, she was just as scared as Lori. Julie was practically a
virgin. She had only had sex once and that was when she
was seventeen. It had been in the back seat of a car and
was such an unpleasant experience that she'd practically
sworn off sex ever since. A little heavy petting and some
front room groping was as close as she'd come in the last
few years. Truth be known, she was more attracted to Lori
than to any of the men she'd dated. And her affection for
Lori was completely platonic. She loved her, but not in an
inappropriate way. Any other feelings she might have
harbored were well submerged.
So now they sat in the sauna, wrapped in towels, trying
to boost each other's confidence. It was going to be all
right. How bad could it be? They just had to get through
it. And Lori had to stop making bets with her husband!
That was for sure. Some day they'd look back at this and
laugh. And who knows, they might even learn something
interesting.
When they got back from the gym, Ted was waiting. He
looked positively eager. Julie had a panicky, last-second
craving to back out, but then it was too late. They stopped
for dinner and Ted ordered drinks for all three. But the girls
sipped water with their meal and their drinks went
untouched. Both girls were wound to the breaking point.
He suggested a bathroom stop before they left and the girls
bolted.
Once they were gone, Ted removed his gift from Burt.
It was an experimental drug derived from the South
American barrachera plant. At first he was reluctant to use
it on his lovely wife. But Burt assured him it was well past
the animal safety checks and well into human testing.
Besides, the drug lowered psychological resistance and
inhibitions. It repressed the will and made subjects very
suggestible. It was the closest thing to a hypnotic drug in
existence -- quicker, safer, and more reliable than sodium
Pentothal. It was also odorless, tasteless, and there were no
nasty side effects. If anything would get his wife up on
stage, this would be it.
The lighting in the restaurant was subdued, their table
was secluded, no one was looking. Just a couple of drops
in each half-empty water glass.
When the girls finally got back from the bathroom, Ted
excused himself to take a turn. He took his time. When he
got back his wife's glass was nearly empty. Julie had only
half finished hers. But, no matter, Lori was the important
one.
The Silver Manacle was famous within the local BDSM
community for its wild shows. The theatre was the largest
of the clubs in the area and was divided into two sections.
There was a larger, general audience section ringing the
stage at a distance. And there was a smaller, inner circle of
tables for audience members who were willing to take part
in the action. Inner circle tickets cost double and the guests
had to sign a detailed waiver before being admitted.
Karla Bell had arranged for seats within the inner circle,
but the performers had been told to leave them out of it.
They had come to observe, not to play.
As they settled in, the lights went down, the
entertainment began. All the acts were good. A couple of
them were excellent. One girl would have been perfect for
the Merilla gig if she'd matched the physical requirements.
But she was an oriental just barely over five feet tall. She
did however put on a wonderful show with a male and
female sub of her own plus two volunteers from the
audience.
Then it was time for the act they came to see -- Dom
Donner as she styled herself. The Dom strode out on stage
with some appropriate theme music playing in the
background. Her physical presence was almost
overwhelming. She was just over six feet tall with large
breasts and a tremendous physique. Her Mart bio said she
swam three miles a day, bicycled, and worked out in a gym.
She was dressed in a black latex body suit that hugged her
curves to tremendous effect. Her hair was dyed platinum
blond and she was wearing purple contact lenses. She was
impressive as hell.
As the Dom studied the inner tables she wore the
expression of a hungry tiger deciding what to kill for dinner.
She gave Karla Bell and her guest a quick nod and just as
quickly ignored them. They were off limits so of no
interest. But tonight she was going to have fun.
Shortly before the show a conservatively dressed man
had found his way backstage and asked her to pick his wife
and her girlfriend for her act. He'd seen some of her other
performances. Donner wasn't interested until the man
showed her a picture of the wife. Then he told her his
wife's story and that made it even better. So the wife
needed her horizons expanded. She had lost a bet and was
paying off. And she had brought a friend for support. The
man said he'd prepared them both to make sure they were
willing. Donner didn't want to know anything about that.
But she took another glance at the picture and asked what
the friend looked like.
"A real honey," the man said.
She handed back the picture without comment but
decided if they played along, she would use them. The Dom
had a weakness for honey.
When Donner started her act she stalked the inner circle
of tables. She made her rounds, raked nails along random
necks, pinched an occasional nipple, and favored the best
looking guests with rapacious glares.
By the time she reached her targets the audience was
hungry for action. They had come to see power, mastery,
dominance, and of course lots of sex. That's what they
were going to get. The Dom had no trouble identifying the
man and his two women. He looked eager - expectant. The
girls looked a little dazed and more than a little fearful.
Neither seemed drunk, but there was something slightly
zombie-like about them, especially the wife. The man was
right, however, they were both honeys. And it looked like
they would play along which was all she needed to know.
Donner felt her juices starting to flow. She stood arms
akimbo and stared down at the two women. Lori and Julie
looked like they were trying not to move in the hope of
going unnoticed. Donner walked around the table and
stood between the two girls. She hovered over their seated
forms. A large hand came down on each shoulder. They
looked apprehensively up at her. Grasping handfuls of
fabric she practically lifted them out of their chairs. "I think
you two better come with me."
This was the brief moment when the women might have
said, 'No.' There was no legal requirement that inner circle
guests participate. But it was part of the bet; if they were
chosen, they had to go. Ted had explained how one or both
of them might end up in the show, but had said it was a real
long-shot possibility.
Lori seemed incapable of coherent thought and Julie was
far too intimidated to say anything at all.
End of Part 12
TALL, BLOND AND BOUND
by Zebulon
This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper
credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being posted,
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by Zebulon
This is a work of fiction. No reference to real persons is
intended. It contains strong, non-traditional sexual imagery
and language. If you don't like this kind of thing, don't read it.
This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper
credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being posted,
and (3) I am allowed free access to the web site where it is
being posted.
Feedback is welcome. Zebulonfastmail.ca
(MF, FF, Bond)
Start of Part 12
A week later the Eagle landed in Las Vegas to scope out
some local prospects. Here, more than anywhere else in the
world, tall dominant women seemed to flock in abundance.
If this didn't work out, his next port of call would be
Amsterdam and then Copenhagen. But Las Vegas might be
preferable since Merilla was originally a Southern California
girl and English her first language.
The Eagle was paired with a tough looking Dom named
Karla Bell. "Not Karla; not Bell. Karla Bell." On that she
was insistent. Karla Bell held a Master's Degree in
Psychology and managed a string of S&M clubs. She was
the main Mart operative in the region. She had lots of
contacts and all the expertise the Eagle lacked. Between
them they would see if they could find a suitable match for
the contract.
After two days of looking at pictures, reading bios, and
talking it over, they settled on a short list of four prospects.
The Eagle had their pictures spread out across Karla Bell's
desk. "What do you think," he asked.
"They're all good." She tapped one. "She's definitely
the best. At least from her psychological profile."
"I agree," he said. "She looks to be the best physical
match as well. So let's look at her last."
"Last?"
"Yeah. If we look at her first it's likely to distort our
perceptions of the others." Karla Bell nodded thoughtfully.
"If we get to her last and still like her best," the Eagle
continued, "we can be pretty sure we've got a winner."
"Good enough. I'll set things up."
And so they went to some S&M shows. The first three
women were all excellent. Physically, any of them would
do. One even had naturally red hair, but as the Eagle had
found out, that wasn't an issue. Mistress Merilla had been
dying her hair for years. Personality wise, they were also
good. One was a little tame for the Eagle's taste and one
seemed almost sadistic. But Karla Bell assured him that
either would train nicely. The third woman was just a bit
short for the part but she had the best psychological profile
of the three. There was no need to fly on to Europe to look
for a match.
Armed with this knowledge the Eagle and Karla Bell
went to see the fourth woman perform on the Silver
Manacle stage.
Lori and Ted had been married for three years. In most
ways they were ideally suited. They agreed on just about
everything; they liked each other's families; they enjoyed the
same leisure activities. The only fly in the ointment was sex.
Lori was a plain-Jane, vanilla-sex type person. Ted was
into variety, spice, plus a whole lot more than just a little
touch of kink. He was especially fond of bondage and
S&M. He'd tried to get her interested in making their sex
more varied, but without luck. She didn't take it badly.
She just didn't take it at all a complete lack of interest in
even talking about it. And yet, Ted sensed a tiny something
in her manner which suggested hidden possibilities.
Lori loved him. Ted knew that. And he loved her. But
he knew he couldn't last forever on a strict missionary
position diet. He was afraid that sooner or later the
marriage would bust if something didn't change pretty
drastically.
Ted usually came home right after work. But several
nights a month he would tell his lovely wife he was working
late and would frequent the city's S&M clubs with his best
friend, Burt. Too bad, Burt hadn't been a woman. They
shared exactly the same taste in sex.
The two of them would discuss his sex-life problem
endlessly. But all the talk seemed to go nowhere. Then one
night Ted got an idea. Dom Donner's act. If he could
somehow get Lori up on stage, . . . who knew what
wondrous changes that might lead to. Then Burt, who
worked as a chemist for a pharmacological company, had a
brainstorm. They discussed the idea for weeks before Ted
finally decided to give it a try.
His wife was a big sports fan. So they started making
bets. Big ones. The winner named their own reward. He
lost three such bets in quick succession and had to clean the
garage, paint the house, and go shopping with her all day
while she tried on dresses. He didn't mind the big pay-offs
when he lost. He knew it would make it easier to collect
when he won. And when that day finally came, he told her
she would have to accompany him to a sex show.
Lori didn't know quite what to think. She had expected
her husband to ask for something sexual when he won a bet.
In a way, she was looking forward to it. After more than
three years of plain sex, she also was ready to try something
a little new. On the other hand, there was a big difference
between something a little new and a sex club. The idea of
it frightened her. It gave her exactly the same panicky
feeling she remembered from when she had lost her
virginity.
Part of her problem was that Lori felt she was on a
pedestal. She had always been a good girl. And Ted had
always treated her that way. She felt a certain obligation
not to ruin the image. To show too much interest in sex, or
even to talk about it was just out of character. But for her
husband to use his bet to try something new, that put the
responsibility completely on him and left her with no choice.
She liked that. It wouldn't be her fault. Besides, she had
been sure he would only press the boundaries they had
established by slow and careful degrees. The upcoming trip
to a strip show, as she thought of it, was way more than she
had expected. But she didn't know how to get out of it.
So Lori called her best friend, Julie. They talked it over
and decided to invite her along if Ted would allow it. It
would give her moral support and perhaps the witness
would keep things under control. She expected Ted to
protest, but instead he seemed delighted. That worried her
even more.
Then it was time to pay off. Lori and Julie spent most of
the day at the gym. They worked out. Then they sat in the
steam bath and commiserated with one another. Both
were lovely girls.
Lori was 26 years old. She was five-nine and built like a
swimmer. Her skin tones were dark resembling a rich tan.
She had nicely formed breasts and a terrific ass. She also
had long arms, long legs, and long brown hair. Her face
seemed half angel-half devil and very beautiful. Almost
every man she met wanted to fuck her. Almost every
woman she met wanted to look like her.
Julie was also beautiful but along different lines. She
was half a head shorter and had a very pale complexion.
Her body was more curvy than Lori's. She looked like a
model in miniature. She had a large sensuous mouth and
large brown eyes. Her shoulder length hair was golden
brown. She had page-boy bangs. She was 23 but might
have passed for 18 in the right light.
Julie had volunteered to come along to the sex club
because she was sure Ted would never agree. When he did
agree, she was just as scared as Lori. Julie was practically a
virgin. She had only had sex once and that was when she
was seventeen. It had been in the back seat of a car and
was such an unpleasant experience that she'd practically
sworn off sex ever since. A little heavy petting and some
front room groping was as close as she'd come in the last
few years. Truth be known, she was more attracted to Lori
than to any of the men she'd dated. And her affection for
Lori was completely platonic. She loved her, but not in an
inappropriate way. Any other feelings she might have
harbored were well submerged.
So now they sat in the sauna, wrapped in towels, trying
to boost each other's confidence. It was going to be all
right. How bad could it be? They just had to get through
it. And Lori had to stop making bets with her husband!
That was for sure. Some day they'd look back at this and
laugh. And who knows, they might even learn something
interesting.
When they got back from the gym, Ted was waiting. He
looked positively eager. Julie had a panicky, last-second
craving to back out, but then it was too late. They stopped
for dinner and Ted ordered drinks for all three. But the girls
sipped water with their meal and their drinks went
untouched. Both girls were wound to the breaking point.
He suggested a bathroom stop before they left and the girls
bolted.
Once they were gone, Ted removed his gift from Burt.
It was an experimental drug derived from the South
American barrachera plant. At first he was reluctant to use
it on his lovely wife. But Burt assured him it was well past
the animal safety checks and well into human testing.
Besides, the drug lowered psychological resistance and
inhibitions. It repressed the will and made subjects very
suggestible. It was the closest thing to a hypnotic drug in
existence -- quicker, safer, and more reliable than sodium
Pentothal. It was also odorless, tasteless, and there were no
nasty side effects. If anything would get his wife up on
stage, this would be it.
The lighting in the restaurant was subdued, their table
was secluded, no one was looking. Just a couple of drops
in each half-empty water glass.
When the girls finally got back from the bathroom, Ted
excused himself to take a turn. He took his time. When he
got back his wife's glass was nearly empty. Julie had only
half finished hers. But, no matter, Lori was the important
one.
The Silver Manacle was famous within the local BDSM
community for its wild shows. The theatre was the largest
of the clubs in the area and was divided into two sections.
There was a larger, general audience section ringing the
stage at a distance. And there was a smaller, inner circle of
tables for audience members who were willing to take part
in the action. Inner circle tickets cost double and the guests
had to sign a detailed waiver before being admitted.
Karla Bell had arranged for seats within the inner circle,
but the performers had been told to leave them out of it.
They had come to observe, not to play.
As they settled in, the lights went down, the
entertainment began. All the acts were good. A couple of
them were excellent. One girl would have been perfect for
the Merilla gig if she'd matched the physical requirements.
But she was an oriental just barely over five feet tall. She
did however put on a wonderful show with a male and
female sub of her own plus two volunteers from the
audience.
Then it was time for the act they came to see -- Dom
Donner as she styled herself. The Dom strode out on stage
with some appropriate theme music playing in the
background. Her physical presence was almost
overwhelming. She was just over six feet tall with large
breasts and a tremendous physique. Her Mart bio said she
swam three miles a day, bicycled, and worked out in a gym.
She was dressed in a black latex body suit that hugged her
curves to tremendous effect. Her hair was dyed platinum
blond and she was wearing purple contact lenses. She was
impressive as hell.
As the Dom studied the inner tables she wore the
expression of a hungry tiger deciding what to kill for dinner.
She gave Karla Bell and her guest a quick nod and just as
quickly ignored them. They were off limits so of no
interest. But tonight she was going to have fun.
Shortly before the show a conservatively dressed man
had found his way backstage and asked her to pick his wife
and her girlfriend for her act. He'd seen some of her other
performances. Donner wasn't interested until the man
showed her a picture of the wife. Then he told her his
wife's story and that made it even better. So the wife
needed her horizons expanded. She had lost a bet and was
paying off. And she had brought a friend for support. The
man said he'd prepared them both to make sure they were
willing. Donner didn't want to know anything about that.
But she took another glance at the picture and asked what
the friend looked like.
"A real honey," the man said.
She handed back the picture without comment but
decided if they played along, she would use them. The Dom
had a weakness for honey.
When Donner started her act she stalked the inner circle
of tables. She made her rounds, raked nails along random
necks, pinched an occasional nipple, and favored the best
looking guests with rapacious glares.
By the time she reached her targets the audience was
hungry for action. They had come to see power, mastery,
dominance, and of course lots of sex. That's what they
were going to get. The Dom had no trouble identifying the
man and his two women. He looked eager - expectant. The
girls looked a little dazed and more than a little fearful.
Neither seemed drunk, but there was something slightly
zombie-like about them, especially the wife. The man was
right, however, they were both honeys. And it looked like
they would play along which was all she needed to know.
Donner felt her juices starting to flow. She stood arms
akimbo and stared down at the two women. Lori and Julie
looked like they were trying not to move in the hope of
going unnoticed. Donner walked around the table and
stood between the two girls. She hovered over their seated
forms. A large hand came down on each shoulder. They
looked apprehensively up at her. Grasping handfuls of
fabric she practically lifted them out of their chairs. "I think
you two better come with me."
This was the brief moment when the women might have
said, 'No.' There was no legal requirement that inner circle
guests participate. But it was part of the bet; if they were
chosen, they had to go. Ted had explained how one or both
of them might end up in the show, but had said it was a real
long-shot possibility.
Lori seemed incapable of coherent thought and Julie was
far too intimidated to say anything at all.
End of Part 12
TALL, BLOND AND BOUND
by Zebulon
This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper
credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being posted,
and (3) I am allowed free access to the web site where it is
being posted.
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When you least expect it
A short story
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I knew I didn't want to take that turn, but I was late getting home
and I needed to cut a few minutes off my time on the road. Life
always has surprises in store, especially when you least expect
it...
Papers had piled up on my desk, and before I realized it, the
digital clock on the wall read 7:32 PM. The day had started with
a beautiful sunrise, and as I prepared for work, I noticed the
note on my dresser. He hadn't "meant to hurt me," he said, but
our relationship wasn't "going where he wanted it to go." I
remembered the bitter tears staining my pillow when I had re-read
it the night before. I wondered at the time what was wrong with
me, that I couldn't keep a man in my life. I was a good woman.
I loved with a passion and depth that most men couldn't handle.
Maybe that was it.
I had gone out to my car, stepping lightly, excited at the
prospect of spending my first night in his house, with him,
and found the note on my windshield. "My dear." it began. "I
can't tell you how much these past few months have meant to me,
but..." At that moment, I knew this couldn't be good. I
hurriedly opened my car door, fell heavily into the driver's
seat, and continued to read. As the tears welled up in my eyes,
I read the note that crushed my spirit, my soul, and my heart.
"I love you," he wrote, "But while I love you, I find that I am
not in love with you." My heart stopped. I knew at that moment
that I was going to be alone again.
As I dressed for work the next morning, I felt the need to be
feminine. I wanted to feel feminine, and that meant that I had
to leave my normal suits in the closet. I needed to feel like
a woman that day, because the night before had left me numb,
bereft of anything except a crushing sense of loneliness.
"Well," I decided, "I might as well go all the way, no man
will ever get to see under this skirt, so I might as well get
some enjoyment out of it myself." I replaced the normal
utilitarian slip in the drawer, and took out the black garter
belt and thigh-highs I had bought as a surprise for my date
the previous evening. The one he hadn't shown up for. The one
where I had intended to give myself to him completely. The one
that would never be. I selected a shorter-than-normal skirt/suit
from the closet. It was bright red, and while I normally wore
more conservative grey or navy blue to work, I had worn this
one once before. I remember the looks I had gotten that day,
and felt a tinge of pleasure at the knowledge that I could
still draw male attention in my mid-forties. I hadn't lost it,
and I felt like showing it off today. As long as I could draw
attention, I was still desirable. Thinking that way would make
me feel better. I needed to feel better. If no man would draw
pleasure out of it, I surely would!
I arrived in the parking lot at the usual time, and the security
guard drove by in his little golf cart. He slowed down to look
me over as I exited my car. That was the beginning of what I
hoped would be an uplifting day. I made it to my department,
with a bounce in my step that I really didn't feel. As I opened
the door to my private office, I found that my secretary had
already taken the previous evening's papers, and left another
stack of work for me to attend to. He also had already started
coffee. I smiled inside at the thought that I had the only male
secretary in the entire company. "It's fitting," I thought, "Here
I am, the only female executive here, and I have the only male
secretary." As I sipped my first cup, the feeling of amusement
inside me abruptly died. I thought to myself, "Damn, he'll make
a good wife for someone." Wife. Something I won't ever be.
Something I want to be but can't, because of my work. "Damn this
job." I said aloud to an empty office. The day dragged on, and
while I received more than my normal share of sidelong glances
from the men in the office, none of them seemed to notice my
firm legs in the silk stockings, or the curve of my hips filling
the skirt, as they swayed from side to side when I walked in the
heels that were a bit too long for office wear. Still, I felt
strangely sexy, as though I were still dressing for him. "Damn
him" I raged inside. "How dare he dump me like that! He didn't
even have the guts to tell me to my face. What a sorry bastard."
I knew that if I stayed angry, the hurt wouldn't turn into pain,
and the tears would stay locked inside. I resolved to leave the
office at an early hour that night, for I wanted to go out and
enjoy myself. I was planning to go to the country club where most
of the other executives of my company were members. It was an
exclusive place, and the men there were good-looking, wealthy,
and powerful. As I thought about the after-hours relaxation I
had planned for this evening, my secretary buzzed me.
"Ma'am," he said, "I wanted to remind you about the staff meeting at 3PM today. It's ten minutes till, and I don't want you to be late."
"Thanks," I replied, "I'd better get myself in gear, and get over
to the conference room."
I pressed the button on the intercom thinking, "He is so great.
For a man who's only in his mid-twenties, he sure can keep me
organized." Which was true. He literally kept my life in order
for me. At least my work life. I picked up my briefcase, and
walked to the door. I took my seat at the table in the meeting
room, and watched all the other executives arrive. They were all
laughing, and joking around as men do in corporate boardrooms.
"Look at all these powerful men." I thought. "Why can't I find
one like one of these?" The meeting started, and as I listened
to the drone of sales projections, and production figures for
the next two hours, I realized that I simply wasn't able to
concentrate on anything but an empty house, and an empty bed. I
felt like crying, but I couldn't. Not in this room full of men
who couldn't possibly understand. The meeting finally ended, and
as I walked out to my car, I remembered that I hadn't finished
the personnel figures for the next quarter. "Damn!" I raged. "I
wanted to get out of here at a reasonable hour today, and it
isn't going to happen. Oh well," I thought. "I'm not going home
to anyone, and I don't have to be anywhere to meet anybody." I
trudged wearily back to my office and found my secretary sitting
at his desk, doing paperwork.
"I wanted to stay, and see if there was anything else you needed
before I went home," he said. "Is there anything I can do for
you?"
"No," I replied. "You can go on home for the day."
"Thanks," he said with a smile on his face, as he picked up his
briefcase. "I've got big plans for tonight. I'm going to
ask my girlfriend to marry me."
"That's wonderful," I said. "She's a lucky girl."
"Well," he said, "I was going to wait until I finished night
school, but we've been dating for four years already, and I don't
want her to think I'm not in love with her." He smiled again, and
left for the night.
"Four years," I breathed, as I watched the door close behind him.
"That's an awfully long time." More than I had ever been able to
stay in a relationship. The bitterness welled up inside me, and I
sank into my chair in despair. I started in on the pile of
documents on my desk, oblivious to everything but the seemingly
endless pile of paper. The minutes slid away, merging into hours,
and I looked up at the clock as I signed the last hiring slip.
Good grief! It was almost 7:30! I quickly gathered up my suit
coat, my purse, and my briefcase. I felt rushed as I realized
that I had wanted to go out tonight. For a moment I wavered,
trying to decide between going out and having a few drinks, and
going home to cry into a lonely pillow. The drinks won out, as I
realized I could stay as long as I wanted. It was Friday, and
the pillow could wait. It would always be there. Briskly, I
walked down to the parking lot, unlocked my car, and started
out for the club.
I arrived at the bar shortly thereafter, and walked inside. It
was still early for a weekend, and the place was only about
two-thirds full. I looked around, and almost everyone seemed to
be paired off already. Most of the men were with younger women,
women who were in their early twenties. The disgust washed over
me as I thought, "Look at all these young girls. They have
perfect bodies, perfect smiles, and youth on their side. Look
at those firm, high breasts! Those tanned, athletic legs. What
do they know about running a department in a corporation? I'm
a strong woman, with experience and money of my own. I have
power too." I felt low, as I realized that I was no longer
young. "45 isn't so old." I tried to console myself. "I still
have a great figure, and I know how to please a man." The
bartender came over to take my order. "Maybe that's my problem."
I thought, as I settled into my seat at the bar. "Maybe these
men can't handle a powerful woman. A woman who is their equal."
Yes, that had to be it! "Men are such simple creatures. They
can't handle the thought of a strong woman." I thought. The
bartender placed my drink on the bar, and winked at me. "He's
not such a bad-looking fellow," I thought, as I took a sip. "He
makes a really good Kahlua & Cream too." Nevertheless, I knew
that just a good drink couldn't make an empty life be any better.
I sat there, thinking nothing in particular. I let my gaze wander
around the room and thought again of all the couples and groups
of people having a good time. I finished my drink, and the
bartender placed another one before me. As I sipped at it, I
looked around the place once more, and realized that no one
was outside on the patio. "What better place to be alone, in
a bar full of people?" I said to myself, as I lifted my drink
from the rich brown wood of the bar, and walked outside. I sat
down at one of the empty tables, and looked out at the beginning
twilight. As I looked out over the golf course, I thought about
what sort of man could handle a woman like me. "He'd have to be
young," I thought. "At least 10 years younger than I am, maybe
more." A giggle escaped my lips as I daydreamed about a younger
man, one who wasn't a stuffy executive. "Perhaps a working man."
I mused to the empty space. "Yes, some young guy who works with
his hands. A construction worker. A bricklayer, or a carpenter.
Yes, that would be great. A guy who toiled with his hands, who
sweated for his living, working outside at some dusty
construction site." I thought to myself, "I surely didn't
need money, what with my career, so I could make him be whatever
I wanted him to be."
The waitress came out to my table, with a smile on her face,
bringing me yet another drink unbidden. I realized that I hadn't
ordered it, when she said to me,
"I saw you through the window, and it looked like you needed
another one, are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine." I replied. "Just lost in thought. I had a long
day at the office."
"Okay," she responded, "I just wanted to check on you."
I watched her walk away, and noticed the sway of her slender
hips. I remembered a line from a Bob Seger song I had liked in
my youth.
"A little too tall, could have used a few pounds. Tight pants, points hollerin' out. She was a black-haired beauty with big, dark eyes, and points on her own, sittin' way up high."
"She is pretty," I thought wistfully. Any guy would be lucky to
have her. "Maybe what I need is a woman!" I chuckled to no one.
"No," I thought, "I need a MAN in my life." I smiled. "A dusty
working-man. One who knew how to make hot, sweaty,
I-want-to-scream passions erupt within me. Someone who knew
his Night Moves." I laughed aloud for the first time in days
at the thought. "He's out there," I said to myself. "I know he's
out there, and I'm going to have him when I find him." I blushed
at the thought, feeling a tingle inside. I envisioned a strong
young guy, in tight jeans and a denim shirt, with a hard hat,
and tool belt cinched about his waist. I squeezed my thighs
together, and felt wetness between them, and realized that I
was really turned on at the thought. I had actually made myself
aroused over this fantasy working man. "I can have my fantasies
if I want to. No one would ever know what I was thinking, and
I'll be damned if I have to be a prim, proper executive woman
all the time." I thought, angrily. "Woman," I said out loud.
"That's what I am, by God, and how I'm going to act from now
on. No more dry professional decorum. If I want to dress sexy,
and act sexy, then I'll be damned if I'm going to do anything
else just to please some corporate boardroom full of stodgy
old men."
I drained my drink, and flushed with embarrent. "This has
got to be the liquor talking!" I thought. "I don't normally
think things like this. What's wrong with me?" I wondered
aloud. "Here I've sat, through three strong drinks, and
convinced myself that some fantasy-guy is out there, waiting
for me to come along so he can sweep me off my feet, and into
my bed." I got up, reached for my purse, and the cute brunette
waitress came out.
"Are you leaving?" she asked.
"Yes, I'm afraid so." I replied. "I've got some things to do
tomorrow, and I want to get an early start on them, so I'm
going home. To bed." I hoped I hadn't placed too much emphasis
on "bed" for I thought she was really cute, and I actually
wondered for the briefest moment what it might be like, but
she just shrugged, took my money, and left. I realized that
I was still slightly aroused from my thoughts of a few minutes
before, and went to the ladies room. As I lifted my skirt, I
realized that my panties were soaked through! I couldn't walk
back through the club like this, so I unclipped my stockings
and removed them. The heady scent of my arousal wafted to my
nostrils, and I thought, "Imagine the looks I'd get if I went
through the crowd trailing this aroma. I bet I could get a man
like this!" I giggled. I wrapped them in some tissue, and
dropped them into my purse. I cleaned myself up, straightened
the seams on my stockings, and left the ladies room. I walked
out to my car, and realized that it was still on the upside of
10:00. I hadn't been at the club for two hours yet, and while
the cool night air helped to clear my head, I still felt
frustrated at the thought of going home to an empty house,
and empty bed. "Oh well," I said. "That's what you get for
not letting all those sweaty construction workers have their
way with you!" The dissonance of the humor did make me feel
sheepish, and I was no longer angry at the world. I started
my car, and realized that my pager was going off. I reached
over in the other seat, and unclipped it from the top of my
briefcase. I punched the button, and didn't recognize the
number. I pulled my cell phone from the case, and dialed.
It was my next-door neighbor!
"Hello," she said. "I'm sorry to bother you so late, but I
wanted to let you know that I have to leave for a short trip."
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing really," came the reply, "I just have to drive up
to my parents' house in the mountains for a week. They're having
company coming in from out-of-state, and wanted me to come up to
help them get the house cleaned."
"Oh, well. Do you want me to watch your house, and take care of
your pets?" I asked. We had an arrangement to do that for each
other.
"Could you? I hate to do this on such short notice, but I'm
leaving right away. In fact, I was just waiting for you to
call back before I left."
"No problem," I replied. "I'll be happy to." I punched the kill
button on the phone, and thought, "Well, I need to get on
home." I drove away, out of the gates of the club. As I got
back on the highway, I realized that I needed to get home a
little faster, to check on my neighbor's animals. I knew there
was a side road that would take me directly to the entrance to
my neighborhood, but there was no one that lived on it, and no
businesses. It was literally a straight stretch of totally
empty road. I never took that road at night, because if I
broke down, there was no one nearby. I'd have to call for help,
and wait alone for it to get there. "What the hell," I thought.
"I just had the car tuned up, and nothing can happen." I took
the turn, and started to drive a little faster. I was almost
halfway there, when suddenly there was a loud pop, and the car
began to shudder and swerve! I'd had a blowout! "Oh no!" I
thought, fighting to keep the car under control. I slowed down,
and pulled over to the shoulder of the road. It was totally
dark and not a single light, house, or building could be seen.
"This is just what I needed!" I got out of the car, and saw
that my right-rear tire was completely shredded. I didn't
know how to change a tire! I had the Auto Club for that!
I realized that I was going to have to wait for someone to
come out to change my tire. I looked into my purse for the
card that contained the number to the repairman, and couldn't
see it through all the junk. I began tossing out things from
my purse on the seat. My still-damp panties went first, and
then my compact, my change purse, and checkbook followed. I
couldn't find that card! I dumped my purse onto the passenger
seat to make things easier.
Just about then, I saw lights coming down the road in my
rear-view mirror. I quickly locked my car doors, and hunched
down in the seat. Maybe they would pass by without noticing me
here all alone. As the vehicle approached, I suddenly wondered
why I was so fearful. What if this were someone that could help
me get my car fixed? I reached up onto the steering column,
and flicked on the emergency flashers. As I sat and waited,
I realized I was trembling. "What if, what if?" kept running
through my mind. The lights got closer, and I could see that
they were slowing. The car stopped, and a figure got out. I
felt silly for a moment, and thought, "Hey, I live in the
south, people still stop to help stranded motorists here."
He came to the window, and a gasp escaped my lips. He was
about 29 or 30, tall, with dark hair, piercing eyes, and a
great smile. The denim shirt was slightly dirty, and a tool
belt hung from his slender hips! I couldn't believe what I
was seeing! He motioned for me to roll down the window, and
as I did, he smiled again. He was beautiful!
"Can I help you?" he asked softly.
"I seem to have a flat tire." came my reply.
"Well, let me help you change it." he offered.
"Sure thing, let me open the trunk." I knew there was a trunk
release inside the car, but I wanted to get a better look at
him, so I opened my door, put my leg out, and began to exit the
car. His eyes traced the length of my thigh, and down my calf
to my black pump. He stepped back, with a small look of
embarrent, averted his eyes. I got out, and as I leaned
back into the car to set the parking brake, I could feel his
gaze wander over me. It sent a shiver through me as I realized
he was admiring what he saw. I turned, fingered my keys, and
looked him over. He was about six feet tall, slender, and well
built. I let my eyes trace the curve of his buttocks that were
encased in his tight, dusty jeans. I felt a sudden urge to run
my hand over his behind, and felt the same tingle in my stomach
that I had felt at the bar earlier. Much to my surprise, he
glanced over his shoulder, as if to catch my eyes tracing the
curve of his bottom. He took off his tool belt, and threw it
in his car.
"Do you have a flashlight?" he asked.
"Umm, I, uh, I don't think so." I stammered. I was feeling
somewhat light-headed now, as if his voice were having a
hypnotic effect on me. What was I thinking? What was I
feeling? Was he having an effect on me simply because I
had dreamed him up?
"That's okay," he reassured me. "I think I have one in my
car." I handed him my keys, and as he opened my trunk, I
saw the muscles in his arms ripple as he removed my spare
tire. "Could you look in the back seat for my flashlight?"
he asked. "I think it's on the floor on the passenger side."
"Uhh, sure." I mumbled. "Damn, but he was sexy!" I was thinking.
"I could really let a guy like this have whatever he wanted."
He closed the trunk of the car, and as I let the beam of the
flashlight play over the wheel, he began a slow, steady rhythm
of movement as he jacked up my car. He loosened the nuts
holding the tattered tire to the car, and deftly placed them
in the hubcap.
"There." He said. "All I have to do is put on the spare."
"I don't know what I would have done." I said. I watched him
lift the spare to the car, and effortlessly seat it on the wheel.
"Almost done now." he said.
"I really can't thank you enough for stopping to help me." I
blurted. "God only knows what would have happened if you hadn't
come along."
"Oh, I don't know," he replied, as he worked. "I see you have an
Auto Club sticker in your window, I'd guess you were about to
call them when I showed up." He smiled up at me.
"Yes, that's true," I said. "But anyone could have come along.
You could have been some sort of perverted rapist!" What the
hell was I saying? I didn't want to give this guy any ideas!
Or did I? He seemed like a nice young guy, but I really didn't
know anything about him. Was I drawing him a road map?
"Well, I'm not," he laughed. "I just thought about my sister
being stranded out here, and, well, I'd want someone nice to
stop and help her." He seemed not to notice that I was
breathing a little heavy, and there was no way he could know
that I still had a tingle of passion in my loins from my
thoughts of earlier in the evening.
"I'm glad," I replied. "A woman all alone is an easy target
out here on a lonely road." God! I was going to give myself
away talking like this. I didn't want this guy to know that
I was aroused by his presence. What in hell was I doing?
"There," he said, as he tightened the last nut. "That's it.
I'm glad I was able to come along at the right time to be of
help to you."
"Thanks." I said, thinking furiously. I suddenly wasn't in
any hurry to let this one get away. I remembered that I wasn't
wearing any panties, so I leaned back on the hood of his car,
and put my foot on the bumper. I watched his eyes trace the
curve of my thigh. He saw the tanned skin of my leg, over the
top of the lacy stocking, and he realized that I was showing
myself to him.
"How can I possibly repay you for saving a damsel in distress?"
I breathed.
"Uhh, well..." he started to say.
"Oh, I'm sure I can think of something I can do to pay you back
for being so gallant." I was actually enjoying his discomfort
at my brazen attempt to get him to examine me. I felt a trickle
of dampness on my thigh, as I leaned back even further onto the
hood of his car.
"Well, I, uh..." he stammered.
"Come here," I commanded. I raised up onto my elbows, spread my
thighs slightly, and began to unbutton my blouse. "Isn't there
anything you want me to do for you?"
"God," he breathed.
Time for me to throw caution to the wind. I pulled my skirt up,
and exposed my womanhood to his suddenly hungry gaze. He stepped
toward me, and I reached for him, pulling him tightly to me.
"Take me. Here. Now" I moaned.
"Are you sure?" he questioned.
"Oh yes, Take me." I breathed. "Do it now."
His fingertips began to trace the outline of my erect nipples
through my lacy bra, and I began to unbutton his jeans. I felt
the tip of his firmness through his shorts, and he jerked as
though he was touched by an electric current. I slid from the
hood of his car, and knelt on the ground in front of him. As I
looked up at him, his eyes met mine, and held them locked in a
passionate gaze that told me that he was prepared to accept
whatever I had in mind. I slowly slid his jeans down, and
hungrily leaned into his hips. As my lips met his hardness,
I felt a pulsing through the fabric imprisoning his hardness.
I gently released it from the confines of the elastic band,
seeing a pearl of fluid form at the very tip. I grasped the
hard shaft, and traced the tip of my tongue over, and into
the tiny slit. As I slid my hand over the base of his manliness,
I took him between my lips. I felt him shudder as my tongue
flicked across the underside of his length. I took him again
between my lips, and slowly slid my hungry mouth down the
entire length of him, until my lips and nose were pressed into
the soft hairs at the base. I heard him moan, and I worked him
around the moist interior of my mouth and throat, as I grasped
the muscles of his bottom to steady myself. I looked up at him
again, and saw his eyes roll back as he raised his face to the
starlit night sky. I withdrew him slowly from my mouth, as he
grasped my shoulders. He pulled me up to him, and pressed his
lips to mine. I moaned with pleasure, as he leaned me back
against the trunk of my car, and pulled my skirt up around my
waist.
"My God!" he breathed, as he lowered his face to me. His tongue
traced gently around the edge of my garter, and then he slowly
pressed his thumb to my pulsing femininity. I entwined my
fingers in his hair, and he gently parted me with his tongue.
I was trembling with passion as moans escaped from my lips. His
tongue traced the petals of my silky passage, and I felt the tip
of it enter me. I pulled sharply on his hair, and he stood before
me. His manliness throbbed, standing away from him like the
fleshy branch of a manly tree, and he stepped closer. I reached
for him, and guided his hardness to the soft, wet opening between
my thighs. I threw my head back as he plunged deeply into me, and
waves of pleasure coursed through the both of us. Deeper and
deeper he explored the depths of my womanhood, and each thrust
drew me closer to the brink of climax. I could feel the hardness
inside me, and as he drove into my depths, I wanted nothing more
than his explosion inside me. As if he sensed my desire, he
slowed his movements, and began to caress the softness of my
ear with the tip of his tongue. I felt him stiffen, and as waves
of pleasure began to radiate throughout me, I felt the warmth and
wetness of his explosion deep inside of me. It felt as though he
were filling me up with the liquid of his desire, and I could
feel the power of the pulses as they slammed against the inside
of me.
We clung together for a moment, and I slowly straightened up. He
stepped back, breathing heavily, and I again slid to my knees
again before him. I took him gently into my mouth, and swirled
my tongue over the length of his fading manliness. He cupped my
face, with his hands and drew me up to him.
"This is unbelievable," he breathed.
"Yes," I replied. "And I hope that I've thanked you enough for
helping me."
"More than I could have imagined." he said.
For a moment, we looked deeply into each other's eyes, and I
gently drew his jeans up and fastened them, he asked if there
was anything else I needed.
"I appreciate the offer, but I have to be getting home now." I
said. I turned away abruptly, leaving him standing there. I
looked back at him once more, and got into my car. He was
standing there gazing at me, as if to say, "How can I find
you again?" I started my car, trembling from the intensity of
the passion we had shared, and drove away into the night
leaving him standing there.
I've often thought of him since then, and even though we never
told each other anything about us, not even our names, I've
always known that if I ever had car trouble again, he would
be there to take care of it, and me. Love comes to us in
strange ways, and when we least expect it.
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A short story
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I knew I didn't want to take that turn, but I was late getting home
and I needed to cut a few minutes off my time on the road. Life
always has surprises in store, especially when you least expect
it...
Papers had piled up on my desk, and before I realized it, the
digital clock on the wall read 7:32 PM. The day had started with
a beautiful sunrise, and as I prepared for work, I noticed the
note on my dresser. He hadn't "meant to hurt me," he said, but
our relationship wasn't "going where he wanted it to go." I
remembered the bitter tears staining my pillow when I had re-read
it the night before. I wondered at the time what was wrong with
me, that I couldn't keep a man in my life. I was a good woman.
I loved with a passion and depth that most men couldn't handle.
Maybe that was it.
I had gone out to my car, stepping lightly, excited at the
prospect of spending my first night in his house, with him,
and found the note on my windshield. "My dear." it began. "I
can't tell you how much these past few months have meant to me,
but..." At that moment, I knew this couldn't be good. I
hurriedly opened my car door, fell heavily into the driver's
seat, and continued to read. As the tears welled up in my eyes,
I read the note that crushed my spirit, my soul, and my heart.
"I love you," he wrote, "But while I love you, I find that I am
not in love with you." My heart stopped. I knew at that moment
that I was going to be alone again.
As I dressed for work the next morning, I felt the need to be
feminine. I wanted to feel feminine, and that meant that I had
to leave my normal suits in the closet. I needed to feel like
a woman that day, because the night before had left me numb,
bereft of anything except a crushing sense of loneliness.
"Well," I decided, "I might as well go all the way, no man
will ever get to see under this skirt, so I might as well get
some enjoyment out of it myself." I replaced the normal
utilitarian slip in the drawer, and took out the black garter
belt and thigh-highs I had bought as a surprise for my date
the previous evening. The one he hadn't shown up for. The one
where I had intended to give myself to him completely. The one
that would never be. I selected a shorter-than-normal skirt/suit
from the closet. It was bright red, and while I normally wore
more conservative grey or navy blue to work, I had worn this
one once before. I remember the looks I had gotten that day,
and felt a tinge of pleasure at the knowledge that I could
still draw male attention in my mid-forties. I hadn't lost it,
and I felt like showing it off today. As long as I could draw
attention, I was still desirable. Thinking that way would make
me feel better. I needed to feel better. If no man would draw
pleasure out of it, I surely would!
I arrived in the parking lot at the usual time, and the security
guard drove by in his little golf cart. He slowed down to look
me over as I exited my car. That was the beginning of what I
hoped would be an uplifting day. I made it to my department,
with a bounce in my step that I really didn't feel. As I opened
the door to my private office, I found that my secretary had
already taken the previous evening's papers, and left another
stack of work for me to attend to. He also had already started
coffee. I smiled inside at the thought that I had the only male
secretary in the entire company. "It's fitting," I thought, "Here
I am, the only female executive here, and I have the only male
secretary." As I sipped my first cup, the feeling of amusement
inside me abruptly died. I thought to myself, "Damn, he'll make
a good wife for someone." Wife. Something I won't ever be.
Something I want to be but can't, because of my work. "Damn this
job." I said aloud to an empty office. The day dragged on, and
while I received more than my normal share of sidelong glances
from the men in the office, none of them seemed to notice my
firm legs in the silk stockings, or the curve of my hips filling
the skirt, as they swayed from side to side when I walked in the
heels that were a bit too long for office wear. Still, I felt
strangely sexy, as though I were still dressing for him. "Damn
him" I raged inside. "How dare he dump me like that! He didn't
even have the guts to tell me to my face. What a sorry bastard."
I knew that if I stayed angry, the hurt wouldn't turn into pain,
and the tears would stay locked inside. I resolved to leave the
office at an early hour that night, for I wanted to go out and
enjoy myself. I was planning to go to the country club where most
of the other executives of my company were members. It was an
exclusive place, and the men there were good-looking, wealthy,
and powerful. As I thought about the after-hours relaxation I
had planned for this evening, my secretary buzzed me.
"Ma'am," he said, "I wanted to remind you about the staff meeting at 3PM today. It's ten minutes till, and I don't want you to be late."
"Thanks," I replied, "I'd better get myself in gear, and get over
to the conference room."
I pressed the button on the intercom thinking, "He is so great.
For a man who's only in his mid-twenties, he sure can keep me
organized." Which was true. He literally kept my life in order
for me. At least my work life. I picked up my briefcase, and
walked to the door. I took my seat at the table in the meeting
room, and watched all the other executives arrive. They were all
laughing, and joking around as men do in corporate boardrooms.
"Look at all these powerful men." I thought. "Why can't I find
one like one of these?" The meeting started, and as I listened
to the drone of sales projections, and production figures for
the next two hours, I realized that I simply wasn't able to
concentrate on anything but an empty house, and an empty bed. I
felt like crying, but I couldn't. Not in this room full of men
who couldn't possibly understand. The meeting finally ended, and
as I walked out to my car, I remembered that I hadn't finished
the personnel figures for the next quarter. "Damn!" I raged. "I
wanted to get out of here at a reasonable hour today, and it
isn't going to happen. Oh well," I thought. "I'm not going home
to anyone, and I don't have to be anywhere to meet anybody." I
trudged wearily back to my office and found my secretary sitting
at his desk, doing paperwork.
"I wanted to stay, and see if there was anything else you needed
before I went home," he said. "Is there anything I can do for
you?"
"No," I replied. "You can go on home for the day."
"Thanks," he said with a smile on his face, as he picked up his
briefcase. "I've got big plans for tonight. I'm going to
ask my girlfriend to marry me."
"That's wonderful," I said. "She's a lucky girl."
"Well," he said, "I was going to wait until I finished night
school, but we've been dating for four years already, and I don't
want her to think I'm not in love with her." He smiled again, and
left for the night.
"Four years," I breathed, as I watched the door close behind him.
"That's an awfully long time." More than I had ever been able to
stay in a relationship. The bitterness welled up inside me, and I
sank into my chair in despair. I started in on the pile of
documents on my desk, oblivious to everything but the seemingly
endless pile of paper. The minutes slid away, merging into hours,
and I looked up at the clock as I signed the last hiring slip.
Good grief! It was almost 7:30! I quickly gathered up my suit
coat, my purse, and my briefcase. I felt rushed as I realized
that I had wanted to go out tonight. For a moment I wavered,
trying to decide between going out and having a few drinks, and
going home to cry into a lonely pillow. The drinks won out, as I
realized I could stay as long as I wanted. It was Friday, and
the pillow could wait. It would always be there. Briskly, I
walked down to the parking lot, unlocked my car, and started
out for the club.
I arrived at the bar shortly thereafter, and walked inside. It
was still early for a weekend, and the place was only about
two-thirds full. I looked around, and almost everyone seemed to
be paired off already. Most of the men were with younger women,
women who were in their early twenties. The disgust washed over
me as I thought, "Look at all these young girls. They have
perfect bodies, perfect smiles, and youth on their side. Look
at those firm, high breasts! Those tanned, athletic legs. What
do they know about running a department in a corporation? I'm
a strong woman, with experience and money of my own. I have
power too." I felt low, as I realized that I was no longer
young. "45 isn't so old." I tried to console myself. "I still
have a great figure, and I know how to please a man." The
bartender came over to take my order. "Maybe that's my problem."
I thought, as I settled into my seat at the bar. "Maybe these
men can't handle a powerful woman. A woman who is their equal."
Yes, that had to be it! "Men are such simple creatures. They
can't handle the thought of a strong woman." I thought. The
bartender placed my drink on the bar, and winked at me. "He's
not such a bad-looking fellow," I thought, as I took a sip. "He
makes a really good Kahlua & Cream too." Nevertheless, I knew
that just a good drink couldn't make an empty life be any better.
I sat there, thinking nothing in particular. I let my gaze wander
around the room and thought again of all the couples and groups
of people having a good time. I finished my drink, and the
bartender placed another one before me. As I sipped at it, I
looked around the place once more, and realized that no one
was outside on the patio. "What better place to be alone, in
a bar full of people?" I said to myself, as I lifted my drink
from the rich brown wood of the bar, and walked outside. I sat
down at one of the empty tables, and looked out at the beginning
twilight. As I looked out over the golf course, I thought about
what sort of man could handle a woman like me. "He'd have to be
young," I thought. "At least 10 years younger than I am, maybe
more." A giggle escaped my lips as I daydreamed about a younger
man, one who wasn't a stuffy executive. "Perhaps a working man."
I mused to the empty space. "Yes, some young guy who works with
his hands. A construction worker. A bricklayer, or a carpenter.
Yes, that would be great. A guy who toiled with his hands, who
sweated for his living, working outside at some dusty
construction site." I thought to myself, "I surely didn't
need money, what with my career, so I could make him be whatever
I wanted him to be."
The waitress came out to my table, with a smile on her face,
bringing me yet another drink unbidden. I realized that I hadn't
ordered it, when she said to me,
"I saw you through the window, and it looked like you needed
another one, are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine." I replied. "Just lost in thought. I had a long
day at the office."
"Okay," she responded, "I just wanted to check on you."
I watched her walk away, and noticed the sway of her slender
hips. I remembered a line from a Bob Seger song I had liked in
my youth.
"A little too tall, could have used a few pounds. Tight pants, points hollerin' out. She was a black-haired beauty with big, dark eyes, and points on her own, sittin' way up high."
"She is pretty," I thought wistfully. Any guy would be lucky to
have her. "Maybe what I need is a woman!" I chuckled to no one.
"No," I thought, "I need a MAN in my life." I smiled. "A dusty
working-man. One who knew how to make hot, sweaty,
I-want-to-scream passions erupt within me. Someone who knew
his Night Moves." I laughed aloud for the first time in days
at the thought. "He's out there," I said to myself. "I know he's
out there, and I'm going to have him when I find him." I blushed
at the thought, feeling a tingle inside. I envisioned a strong
young guy, in tight jeans and a denim shirt, with a hard hat,
and tool belt cinched about his waist. I squeezed my thighs
together, and felt wetness between them, and realized that I
was really turned on at the thought. I had actually made myself
aroused over this fantasy working man. "I can have my fantasies
if I want to. No one would ever know what I was thinking, and
I'll be damned if I have to be a prim, proper executive woman
all the time." I thought, angrily. "Woman," I said out loud.
"That's what I am, by God, and how I'm going to act from now
on. No more dry professional decorum. If I want to dress sexy,
and act sexy, then I'll be damned if I'm going to do anything
else just to please some corporate boardroom full of stodgy
old men."
I drained my drink, and flushed with embarrent. "This has
got to be the liquor talking!" I thought. "I don't normally
think things like this. What's wrong with me?" I wondered
aloud. "Here I've sat, through three strong drinks, and
convinced myself that some fantasy-guy is out there, waiting
for me to come along so he can sweep me off my feet, and into
my bed." I got up, reached for my purse, and the cute brunette
waitress came out.
"Are you leaving?" she asked.
"Yes, I'm afraid so." I replied. "I've got some things to do
tomorrow, and I want to get an early start on them, so I'm
going home. To bed." I hoped I hadn't placed too much emphasis
on "bed" for I thought she was really cute, and I actually
wondered for the briefest moment what it might be like, but
she just shrugged, took my money, and left. I realized that
I was still slightly aroused from my thoughts of a few minutes
before, and went to the ladies room. As I lifted my skirt, I
realized that my panties were soaked through! I couldn't walk
back through the club like this, so I unclipped my stockings
and removed them. The heady scent of my arousal wafted to my
nostrils, and I thought, "Imagine the looks I'd get if I went
through the crowd trailing this aroma. I bet I could get a man
like this!" I giggled. I wrapped them in some tissue, and
dropped them into my purse. I cleaned myself up, straightened
the seams on my stockings, and left the ladies room. I walked
out to my car, and realized that it was still on the upside of
10:00. I hadn't been at the club for two hours yet, and while
the cool night air helped to clear my head, I still felt
frustrated at the thought of going home to an empty house,
and empty bed. "Oh well," I said. "That's what you get for
not letting all those sweaty construction workers have their
way with you!" The dissonance of the humor did make me feel
sheepish, and I was no longer angry at the world. I started
my car, and realized that my pager was going off. I reached
over in the other seat, and unclipped it from the top of my
briefcase. I punched the button, and didn't recognize the
number. I pulled my cell phone from the case, and dialed.
It was my next-door neighbor!
"Hello," she said. "I'm sorry to bother you so late, but I
wanted to let you know that I have to leave for a short trip."
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing really," came the reply, "I just have to drive up
to my parents' house in the mountains for a week. They're having
company coming in from out-of-state, and wanted me to come up to
help them get the house cleaned."
"Oh, well. Do you want me to watch your house, and take care of
your pets?" I asked. We had an arrangement to do that for each
other.
"Could you? I hate to do this on such short notice, but I'm
leaving right away. In fact, I was just waiting for you to
call back before I left."
"No problem," I replied. "I'll be happy to." I punched the kill
button on the phone, and thought, "Well, I need to get on
home." I drove away, out of the gates of the club. As I got
back on the highway, I realized that I needed to get home a
little faster, to check on my neighbor's animals. I knew there
was a side road that would take me directly to the entrance to
my neighborhood, but there was no one that lived on it, and no
businesses. It was literally a straight stretch of totally
empty road. I never took that road at night, because if I
broke down, there was no one nearby. I'd have to call for help,
and wait alone for it to get there. "What the hell," I thought.
"I just had the car tuned up, and nothing can happen." I took
the turn, and started to drive a little faster. I was almost
halfway there, when suddenly there was a loud pop, and the car
began to shudder and swerve! I'd had a blowout! "Oh no!" I
thought, fighting to keep the car under control. I slowed down,
and pulled over to the shoulder of the road. It was totally
dark and not a single light, house, or building could be seen.
"This is just what I needed!" I got out of the car, and saw
that my right-rear tire was completely shredded. I didn't
know how to change a tire! I had the Auto Club for that!
I realized that I was going to have to wait for someone to
come out to change my tire. I looked into my purse for the
card that contained the number to the repairman, and couldn't
see it through all the junk. I began tossing out things from
my purse on the seat. My still-damp panties went first, and
then my compact, my change purse, and checkbook followed. I
couldn't find that card! I dumped my purse onto the passenger
seat to make things easier.
Just about then, I saw lights coming down the road in my
rear-view mirror. I quickly locked my car doors, and hunched
down in the seat. Maybe they would pass by without noticing me
here all alone. As the vehicle approached, I suddenly wondered
why I was so fearful. What if this were someone that could help
me get my car fixed? I reached up onto the steering column,
and flicked on the emergency flashers. As I sat and waited,
I realized I was trembling. "What if, what if?" kept running
through my mind. The lights got closer, and I could see that
they were slowing. The car stopped, and a figure got out. I
felt silly for a moment, and thought, "Hey, I live in the
south, people still stop to help stranded motorists here."
He came to the window, and a gasp escaped my lips. He was
about 29 or 30, tall, with dark hair, piercing eyes, and a
great smile. The denim shirt was slightly dirty, and a tool
belt hung from his slender hips! I couldn't believe what I
was seeing! He motioned for me to roll down the window, and
as I did, he smiled again. He was beautiful!
"Can I help you?" he asked softly.
"I seem to have a flat tire." came my reply.
"Well, let me help you change it." he offered.
"Sure thing, let me open the trunk." I knew there was a trunk
release inside the car, but I wanted to get a better look at
him, so I opened my door, put my leg out, and began to exit the
car. His eyes traced the length of my thigh, and down my calf
to my black pump. He stepped back, with a small look of
embarrent, averted his eyes. I got out, and as I leaned
back into the car to set the parking brake, I could feel his
gaze wander over me. It sent a shiver through me as I realized
he was admiring what he saw. I turned, fingered my keys, and
looked him over. He was about six feet tall, slender, and well
built. I let my eyes trace the curve of his buttocks that were
encased in his tight, dusty jeans. I felt a sudden urge to run
my hand over his behind, and felt the same tingle in my stomach
that I had felt at the bar earlier. Much to my surprise, he
glanced over his shoulder, as if to catch my eyes tracing the
curve of his bottom. He took off his tool belt, and threw it
in his car.
"Do you have a flashlight?" he asked.
"Umm, I, uh, I don't think so." I stammered. I was feeling
somewhat light-headed now, as if his voice were having a
hypnotic effect on me. What was I thinking? What was I
feeling? Was he having an effect on me simply because I
had dreamed him up?
"That's okay," he reassured me. "I think I have one in my
car." I handed him my keys, and as he opened my trunk, I
saw the muscles in his arms ripple as he removed my spare
tire. "Could you look in the back seat for my flashlight?"
he asked. "I think it's on the floor on the passenger side."
"Uhh, sure." I mumbled. "Damn, but he was sexy!" I was thinking.
"I could really let a guy like this have whatever he wanted."
He closed the trunk of the car, and as I let the beam of the
flashlight play over the wheel, he began a slow, steady rhythm
of movement as he jacked up my car. He loosened the nuts
holding the tattered tire to the car, and deftly placed them
in the hubcap.
"There." He said. "All I have to do is put on the spare."
"I don't know what I would have done." I said. I watched him
lift the spare to the car, and effortlessly seat it on the wheel.
"Almost done now." he said.
"I really can't thank you enough for stopping to help me." I
blurted. "God only knows what would have happened if you hadn't
come along."
"Oh, I don't know," he replied, as he worked. "I see you have an
Auto Club sticker in your window, I'd guess you were about to
call them when I showed up." He smiled up at me.
"Yes, that's true," I said. "But anyone could have come along.
You could have been some sort of perverted rapist!" What the
hell was I saying? I didn't want to give this guy any ideas!
Or did I? He seemed like a nice young guy, but I really didn't
know anything about him. Was I drawing him a road map?
"Well, I'm not," he laughed. "I just thought about my sister
being stranded out here, and, well, I'd want someone nice to
stop and help her." He seemed not to notice that I was
breathing a little heavy, and there was no way he could know
that I still had a tingle of passion in my loins from my
thoughts of earlier in the evening.
"I'm glad," I replied. "A woman all alone is an easy target
out here on a lonely road." God! I was going to give myself
away talking like this. I didn't want this guy to know that
I was aroused by his presence. What in hell was I doing?
"There," he said, as he tightened the last nut. "That's it.
I'm glad I was able to come along at the right time to be of
help to you."
"Thanks." I said, thinking furiously. I suddenly wasn't in
any hurry to let this one get away. I remembered that I wasn't
wearing any panties, so I leaned back on the hood of his car,
and put my foot on the bumper. I watched his eyes trace the
curve of my thigh. He saw the tanned skin of my leg, over the
top of the lacy stocking, and he realized that I was showing
myself to him.
"How can I possibly repay you for saving a damsel in distress?"
I breathed.
"Uhh, well..." he started to say.
"Oh, I'm sure I can think of something I can do to pay you back
for being so gallant." I was actually enjoying his discomfort
at my brazen attempt to get him to examine me. I felt a trickle
of dampness on my thigh, as I leaned back even further onto the
hood of his car.
"Well, I, uh..." he stammered.
"Come here," I commanded. I raised up onto my elbows, spread my
thighs slightly, and began to unbutton my blouse. "Isn't there
anything you want me to do for you?"
"God," he breathed.
Time for me to throw caution to the wind. I pulled my skirt up,
and exposed my womanhood to his suddenly hungry gaze. He stepped
toward me, and I reached for him, pulling him tightly to me.
"Take me. Here. Now" I moaned.
"Are you sure?" he questioned.
"Oh yes, Take me." I breathed. "Do it now."
His fingertips began to trace the outline of my erect nipples
through my lacy bra, and I began to unbutton his jeans. I felt
the tip of his firmness through his shorts, and he jerked as
though he was touched by an electric current. I slid from the
hood of his car, and knelt on the ground in front of him. As I
looked up at him, his eyes met mine, and held them locked in a
passionate gaze that told me that he was prepared to accept
whatever I had in mind. I slowly slid his jeans down, and
hungrily leaned into his hips. As my lips met his hardness,
I felt a pulsing through the fabric imprisoning his hardness.
I gently released it from the confines of the elastic band,
seeing a pearl of fluid form at the very tip. I grasped the
hard shaft, and traced the tip of my tongue over, and into
the tiny slit. As I slid my hand over the base of his manliness,
I took him between my lips. I felt him shudder as my tongue
flicked across the underside of his length. I took him again
between my lips, and slowly slid my hungry mouth down the
entire length of him, until my lips and nose were pressed into
the soft hairs at the base. I heard him moan, and I worked him
around the moist interior of my mouth and throat, as I grasped
the muscles of his bottom to steady myself. I looked up at him
again, and saw his eyes roll back as he raised his face to the
starlit night sky. I withdrew him slowly from my mouth, as he
grasped my shoulders. He pulled me up to him, and pressed his
lips to mine. I moaned with pleasure, as he leaned me back
against the trunk of my car, and pulled my skirt up around my
waist.
"My God!" he breathed, as he lowered his face to me. His tongue
traced gently around the edge of my garter, and then he slowly
pressed his thumb to my pulsing femininity. I entwined my
fingers in his hair, and he gently parted me with his tongue.
I was trembling with passion as moans escaped from my lips. His
tongue traced the petals of my silky passage, and I felt the tip
of it enter me. I pulled sharply on his hair, and he stood before
me. His manliness throbbed, standing away from him like the
fleshy branch of a manly tree, and he stepped closer. I reached
for him, and guided his hardness to the soft, wet opening between
my thighs. I threw my head back as he plunged deeply into me, and
waves of pleasure coursed through the both of us. Deeper and
deeper he explored the depths of my womanhood, and each thrust
drew me closer to the brink of climax. I could feel the hardness
inside me, and as he drove into my depths, I wanted nothing more
than his explosion inside me. As if he sensed my desire, he
slowed his movements, and began to caress the softness of my
ear with the tip of his tongue. I felt him stiffen, and as waves
of pleasure began to radiate throughout me, I felt the warmth and
wetness of his explosion deep inside of me. It felt as though he
were filling me up with the liquid of his desire, and I could
feel the power of the pulses as they slammed against the inside
of me.
We clung together for a moment, and I slowly straightened up. He
stepped back, breathing heavily, and I again slid to my knees
again before him. I took him gently into my mouth, and swirled
my tongue over the length of his fading manliness. He cupped my
face, with his hands and drew me up to him.
"This is unbelievable," he breathed.
"Yes," I replied. "And I hope that I've thanked you enough for
helping me."
"More than I could have imagined." he said.
For a moment, we looked deeply into each other's eyes, and I
gently drew his jeans up and fastened them, he asked if there
was anything else I needed.
"I appreciate the offer, but I have to be getting home now." I
said. I turned away abruptly, leaving him standing there. I
looked back at him once more, and got into my car. He was
standing there gazing at me, as if to say, "How can I find
you again?" I started my car, trembling from the intensity of
the passion we had shared, and drove away into the night
leaving him standing there.
I've often thought of him since then, and even though we never
told each other anything about us, not even our names, I've
always known that if I ever had car trouble again, he would
be there to take care of it, and me. Love comes to us in
strange ways, and when we least expect it.
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