Though sitting still throughout the session, a raging ball of emotions burnt away within. Churning insides, a stuck lump in the chest, and rapid heart birth a constellation of intrusive thoughts, further driving the sense of unease. I sat in my chair. Looking across at the now empty seat, reflecting on its former occupants words, I realised a strong sense of unease and desire burnt within.

I sat for what seemed an eternity, fixated on on the story I’d just heard, and the ending which had caused this response. No stranger to odd or unusual stories, this one had caused a response I’d never expected.

As I reflected upon the meeting with the stranger. My mind fixated on three things. The story she had told him. Her response when offered a follow up meeting. And the short but deliberate flash of her inner thighs, emphasising her lack of panties and the promise of future trouble. Upon seeing this an explosion felt like it had occurred throughout my body and brain. But before anything else could occur, she had left the room, carrying herself with a confident stride and slight smile.

Rising from my seat, and moving to the desk, I detected the faint scent of Chanel No.9 lingered, bring back memories of youthful misadventure. I sat in my office chair, reclining back into the leather seat and losing myself in reflection about the story I’d just heard.
She, had entered his office, exuding an aura of confidence and worldliness. A warm soft face, framed by dark hair and piercing blue eyes immediately caught his attention. Looking her up and down as i invited her to have a seat, i couldn’t help but notice the tight dress she wore. Noting its exaggeration of her already well formed curves. She glided into the room, effortlessly sliding into the seat, and slouched on her side, locking eyes with me.

“What brings you to see me today?” I asked, and without breaking her gaze, she simply stated “you”. Confused, I asked for clarity, she repeated “I’ve come to see you, I have a problem and I heard you’re the best person for the job”. As she said this she lent forward, exposing more of her chest, which until now, I realised was exposed due to the dresses low cut top. Her skin was of a pale white, perfect, as thought sculpted from marble. Looking down I noticed her cleavage, briefly admiring her breasts. Realising I’d looked too long, I sheepishly looked up into her face. She smiled wryly, making me blush further.

“Where should we begin?” I asked. “We could start with that if you’d like?”. That’s the trouble, I seem to be a magnet to men and women alike.” I asked her to tell me more, still blushing a little and interested to hear the her story. “Can you give me an example? That might help me to understand.” She sighed, as though finding this action wasteful, but dutifully carried through with the request.

Lounging in her seat further, her body relaxing, she began. “It all started when he moved in, our new neighbour, Mike. My husband, Steve, and I had lived comfortable quiet lives for years. Nothing new ever happened and thought this was dull, we were happy. But when Mike moved in across the road things changed. At first it was just the usual, a hello here, and a wave there. But soon enough, I’d see him staring at us, looking for longer than is normal, always with a hungry gaze. It unnerved me, but he was nice and regularly offered to help out when we did work in our front yard. Steve and him got on especially well, soon enough they were sharing a beer, and even going to watch the footy together”.
“That doesn’t sound bad” I answered, “it actually sounds pretty good”. “Too good, she smiled. Eventually we would all begin having a few drinks, with the guys watching TV into the night. When this happened, I always found we all had too many drinks. It was easy to feel relaxed when the two got to gather. However, sometimes this led to a little awkwardness. I remember one night, after we all had too many drinks, I had left the room to wee. While sitting there, Mile had accidentally walked in on me. He quickly excused himself I remember feeling the faintest flutter in my stomach. I realised I had enjoyed the accident.”. When I returned to the lounge, Mike and and Steve were talking in hushed tones, I asked what was going on. Steve just smiled and laughed. “I heard Mike walked in on you, I hope he didn’t see too much”. “Don’t be silly, if anything he didn’t see enough” I purred teasingly. At this Mike’s gaze on me intensified, while Steve just laughed. At the end of the night, Mike said goodnight, shaking Steve’s hand and bugging me. When he did this I felt his hand briefly squeeze my bum. Though it was very short, I immediately felt myself get wet. Thoughts of possibilities intrusively pushed their way into my mind. After Steve left, Mike and I got ready for bed. Though, while showering I found my hands wondering, absentmindedly , I realised I had been gently pressing on my clitoris.”.
I flinched in my seat, feeling a little uncomfortable. She seemed to notice this. Quickly I stated “Ok, so there was an attraction between you two?”. “Yes” she replied, “but not that I had ever thought of this before. That was the first of many sleepless nights. I couldn’t stop thinking about Mike, I found myself wanting to be held by him, to be teased, and to be tasted.” I think Mike wanted this too, as he began to pay me far more attention than before.”
“So you developed a crush on this man and feel guilty for…” before I could finished the statement, she cut me off “not guilty, no, energised. The feeling of being wanted and desire energised me, I was performing better at work, worked harder in the gym, even taking greater care of myself. Steve loved it, always asking what had gotten into me. However, all this activity made me want Mike more. I realised if I did nothing, I would go crazy. Knowing Steve had to work late, one evening I sent him a text Mike asking him to come over and help me. I told him a light had gone in the lounge and I needed his help to replace it. Now what you should know is when you enter our house, there’s a short passage way you follow which leads to the lounge at the back of the house. I had turned turned the lights off in the hallway telling Mike they wouldn’t work. He entered the darkened hallway closing the front door behind him. As he walked down the hallway, I shivered in anticipation for the surprise I had planned. I had worn a short dress, with no underwear. And when he entered the room, I was bent over in a tool box pretending to look for something. This angle exposed everything to him. When he entered I heard a long slow exhale come from him. I knew I had him.”
“So you slept with him?” I asked a little too quickly. “Not straight away no, I told him to come over and help me out. He did as he was told, and without any further guidance I had him on his knees, kissing the insides of my thighs. I shuddered at his touch. His warm breath felt so good. And his firm grasp made me weak. I reached back and forced his mouth onto my pussy. I couldn’t wait any longer, I had hungered for this too long. As he greedily licked at my pussy, with a thirst I’d never encountered, I felt his hand reach up to explore my clitoris. This was too much and the first orgasm came soon after.”.
I was shocked by what I was hearing, but too dumfound to know how to respond, so all I could clamour was “what happened next?”.
“I pushed him on the ground, made him lie in his back. And sat on his face.” She said it so matter-of-factly I was shocked. She smiled looking at me and sat up right. “I rode his face. Making him lick and suck my pussy and arsehole. It felt so good. And I knew he was mine. He didn’t even try to fight. Even when I told him to stick his tongue in my tight arsehole, he did as he was told”. At the time I had orgasmed a second time. And had covered his face in my cum. Leaning back, I reached back to begin rubbing his cock. I could tell he liked this. His licking intensified and his breathing sped up. So did mine, but because I knew what was coming. My pussy ached for his hard cock, and I craved to feel it inside me. I could tell he wanted this too. I got off him and told him to take his pants off. By now his face and neck were slick with my cum. I couldn’t wait to taste it. I told him to take me, and I bent forwards on the floor. I didn’t want any to wait any longer. I felt his body close on mine and the heat it exuded. Now with his pants off, I craved the feel of his skin against mine, and his hard cock deep inside me.”.
As she said this, she looked as though in a dream. I had noticed I was now blushing, and my breath had quickened. This was not what I was used to hearing. She adjusted herself, sitting with crossed legs and continued “I felt the head of his cock brush against my pussy, gently it spread my pussy lips, entering me. It was all too much, I let out a long moan. His cock was bigger than I expected and it slipped deep into my tight hole. I contracted the muscles uncontrollably, as he began slowly forcing himself deeper. I felt his balls against my clit and not for the last time I craved to have them in my mouth. Slowly but with gaining speed I felt him begin to slide in and out of me. Each new thrust brought universes of pleasure, setting my body alight with desire. I wanted him, so badly. It wasn’t long until I had my third orgasm coming, and simultaneously I felt him become tense. I knew what came next, though I was so out of breath I could barely get the word out. I moaned, “deep in me”. He obliged. Soon I felt his hot cum spraying inside me, painting my insides with his tasty seed. He slumped, breathing hard. But I knew I had him. I pushed back, one last time, before a final earth shaking organism took me. Together we slumped. I could still feel him inside me, and his body against my bum and back. He pulled out. And leaned in to kiss me. I gave him what he wanted, tasting the mixture of sweat, his spit and my own juices. The flavours made me want him more. But before I could, I realised Steve would be on his way home. I told Mike to get dressed. And to keep quiet about this. He nodded and after getting his clothes on, left. I lay there for a few moments, catching my breath, and feeling Mike’s hot cum, I stood up feeling a little leak out. Taking my hand, I caught some on my finger and brought it to my mouth. I loved the taste of cum, and his tastes even better, knowing I should not have it. It was then that I realised something.”
She looked directly at me intensely. Her blue eyes piercing me. I’m sure she could see the effect she had on me. Though she gave no signs how it made her feel. “What did you realise?” I stammered. “That I like being wanted. It makes me stronger, and the harder the hunt, the better the reward.” As she said this she lifted her crossed leg, pausing for a little longer than necessary. I realised she was wearing no underwear. A shaved, glistening pussy. With a short landing strip above it stared back at me. “And you want me to help you with this?” “Yes. I want to explore these feelings deeper”.
Realising that our session time had elapsed. I quickly offered her a follow up session. She softly purred, “that would be very nice”. Her response made me think of a predatory cat, gently lulling its prey into a feeling of safety before it was too late. With that she stood up, and left.
Snapping out of the reflection, I realised two things. I was in dangerous territory, and my cock was firmly erect.