Sex with a Sting: Six Erotic Fantasies with a Kink in the Tail (22 page)

He
was thinking the same thing. He returned to the routine of walking past the
school then doubling back on himself. When he passed the school gates he looked
for her, but there was a real crowd of people – more than usual, and he
couldn’t pick her out. He couldn’t just stand there so he kept walking and then
ducked into the alley further down the road. He waited, watching the various
mums and other people passing by. He skulked behind a brick pillar so people
wouldn’t be able to see him clearly.

Finally,
he spotted her. He stepped out and tapped her elbow. She turned, a little
startled, but he was already retreating into the alley. She followed him,
glancing over her shoulder to check no one was paying her any attention. He had
his back to the wall. She stood close to him, her feet either side of his, her
pelvis pressed against him, her hands on his firm waist. They kissed,
passionately, almost unable to contain themselves, painfully bumping teeth
even, but not caring because they were so rapt by lust.

He
grabbed her arse, pulling her against him, while she roughly jammed her hand
under his belt and inside his loose boxer shorts. She leant back a little as
she let her hands squeeze his iron dick. They were breathless. He took a hand
and roughly kneaded her breast, grabbing at it, pawing at it, trying to push
his hand down her top and inside her bra. Then, all of a sudden, she withdrew
her hand, batted his away, and took a step back.

“Tomorrow,”
she commanded. “Here. Then we’re going to mine.”

“I’ve
got work, I can’t…” he murmured.

“Call
in sick, or this ends now,” she said. Then she kissed him once more on the
mouth.

“Fuck
I want you. I’m going to make you scream tomorrow,” he whispered.

“I’m
sure you will.” And for the second time, she left him there, frantic and horny.

He needed to plan, of course. When he returned to the
office, all that he could think about was ensuring he would have the following
morning free. Should he call in sick? Should he say he had a dentist’s
appointment? In the end, he settled on emailing the rest of his office to say
that he had to meet a client, so he wouldn’t be in until after lunch. It was a
bit vague, but it was a standard code often used by others in management when
they had personal issues they needed to deal with. He was confident it would
not be questioned.

That night, neither of them slept very well. The last
three weeks, the slow build of looks and glances that built to kissing,
touching, wanting, needing was about to reach its zenith. She lay in bed, her
stomach in knots with the anticipation of getting to feel his skin on hers, of
getting those clothes off of him so she could feel his fit body under her
fingertips, of clawing her nails roughly down his smooth back.

He lay in bed, scarcely able to think of anything else
other than getting his hands all over this dream woman’s naked body, of feeling
her writhe as he pinned her to the bed and fucked her, relieving weeks of
tormented fantasies and frustration.

He left a little later than usual, dressed in his suit
as usual, and strolled towards the meeting point. His biggest fear was seeing
someone from the office. They’d ask why he wasn’t with his client. They’d ask
what he was doing, just milling about in the street, near an alleyway. He
hadn’t even prepared an answer.

He stepped into the alley and took out his phone and
tried to concentrate on replying to a couple of emails. Minutes went by. He
checked his watch. 9.10am. She’d be here soon. His stomach rolled and rumbled
with nervous excitement. He answered another email. Sent a text. 9.14am. Still
nothing. He stared at the wall opposite. 9.15am. Minutes seemed to take hours
to tick by. 9.19am. Another email beeped through. He read it, started to
respond, but found it hard to concentrate. He peered back down the alley. No
sign. 9.21am. In all the time he had spied on her, she had never been this late
after dropping the kids off. He began to worry if she would turn up. Was it all
a trick? Was she just playing with him? Did she ever have any intention of
taking him home? Or had he somehow just missed her?

He heard footsteps, high heels. He looked out at the
pavement and an older woman in her fifties hurried past. Then, silence. 9.26am.
He was considering giving up. Perhaps this was an elaborate practical joke and
she was laughing about it now, with her friends. 9.27am. He took a step towards
the street when suddenly she turned into the alleyway. “Going somewhere?”

He shook his head. “I thought you weren’t coming.”

“I’m fashionably late.” She placed a tender kiss on his
mouth. He grabbed her, wanting more, but she shook him off. “Come on.”

They walked quickly, respectfully apart, acknowledging
that they were in full view of others on the street, of people in cars. “Is
your place far?” he asked.

“
Nope, not too far.”

“
What about your husband?”

“
He's at work. What about your wife?”

“
I guess she’s probably just dropped the kids off
at school. Have you ever done anything like this before?”

“Maybe. Does your wife ever go out during the day?”

“Sometimes, I guess. She has a part time job, with good
hours.”

“
Mmm, maybe we'll go to your place next time
then,” she smiled.

He could already feel the blood rushing to his cock at
the prospect of being alone with her. It was almost like he was outside his own
body, like he was floating down the road. He was finally going to get this
gorgeous woman naked, get to see that beautiful arse up close. He’d get to
taste her, drink her, eat her.

She began walking faster. She wished she had worn
trainers instead of heels. Heels were sexier, but trainers would have got them
home faster. She stole a glance at him, looking elegant in his suit trousers,
powder blue shirt and tie. She wanted to grab the two sides of that shirt and
just rip it off him and make the buttons ping everywhere. “We’re nearly there,”
she said, pointing out her home.

“
What about the neighbours?”

“
What about them?”

“You know, seeing us, together, coming home at this
time of day. What if they tell your husband?”

“It’ll be fine. You're just a hot dad I see dropping
his kids off at school every day and we're going to have an innocent coffee
together. What's wrong with that? They're all probably fucking each other on
the quiet anyway,” she giggled. Somehow, he resisted the temptation to put his
arm round her, to draw her close to him.

They
reached the front door in silence, the anticipation leaving them with little to
say. She pushed the key into the lock, twisted it and opened the door slightly.
She stopped and, feeling him close behind her, she stretched her arm back and
felt his crotch. He was ready – hard as a brick, throbbing through his
trousers. He moaned slightly as she ran her hand up and down the outline of his
dick. She smiled and pushed the door open. He followed her in, but only got a
step inside before she turned, pushed the door closed behind him and pressed
him against it. Immediately they were kissing deeply, tongues exploring, teeth
biting lips. She felt one of his hands at the back of her head, buried in her
hair, while another went straight to her arse. He pulled her into him so their
bodies squeezed together. She had one arm round his neck, the other on his cock,
rubbing it through his trousers, loving the sensation that he was so stiff for
her so quickly. Both of them moaned with lust and pawed at each other’s
clothes, buttons flicking open, shirts becoming un-tucked, zippers ripping
down.

She
kissed his neck and whispered, “Come on up.” She turned and made for the
stairs. As she began climbing he was faced with a beautiful view of her
gorgeous, round bum, looking like a beautiful peach in a skirt that hugged her
curves perfectly. He couldn't wait. Still on the stairs, he put his hands on
her hips and pressed his body to hers. He moved her hair and gently kissed her
neck. She felt his erection, insistent, against her.

He
began pushing up her skirt, desperate for a better view. She bent forward
slightly and he lowered his head. “Mmm, I love these panties,” he breathed. He
kissed her soft skin, ran his tongue along the edge of her knickers and moved
his hands high between her legs.

She
purred and turned around and lowered herself to the stairs. She parted her legs
a little and immediately his head was between her thighs, gently kissing them,
licking them, his eyes locked on hers, as he very slowly moved higher and
higher until he was licking her panties, his tongue probing for her clitoris
beneath the silk. He could taste her juices through the material and became
impatient. He reached back to her thighs and snatched her panties down. He
paused. She looked at him and then closed her eyes as his mouth went for her
pink, wet, open pussy.

She
tasted amazing. So sweet. His mouth covered her clit, sucking at it lightly,
his tongue flicking it, circling it, massaging it, while she moaned in
pleasure. Then his tongue moved to her hole, drinking in her nectar, juices
dripping down his chin. The stairs, of course, were not particularly
comfortable, but his tongue was making her forget that – all she felt was
the fire between her legs. She bucked into his mouth, put her hand on the back
of his head, urging him to lick harder, sending his tongue into overdrive. The
more she moaned the harder he licked and sucked, and then he stopped, very
briefly, to lick two fingers, before sliding them inside her. His tongue
returned to her clitoris while his finger found a sweet spot that made her
almost screech in pleasure. He increased the speed, groaning with his lust for
her. She felt her legs wobble and go weak, her hips propelled upwards and she
gripped his hair, almost yanking it out, until her loud, intense orgasm shook
her whole being.

He moved up her body, smiling. She relaxed and they kissed. She
tasted her sweetness on his lips, his tongue, his chin. Her hand went
immediately to his belt, unbuckling it and then undoing his fly. He moved
higher above her now, and she wrenched his trousers down, revealing black
boxers and a straining cock, pushing its way above the waistband. She tugged at
the shorts and set him free. She licked the tip delicately, savouring him, then
let her tongue run right around the head. He gasped and she quickly took him in
her mouth, as far as she could. Slowly she ran her lips up and down the shaft.

His fingers dug into the carpet. She could feel him pulsing in
her mouth. After days of near constant arousal at the thought of fucking her,
he clearly wasn't going to last long. She continued sucking, up and down. She
began to feel him buck back, not too hard, but just enough, and she relished
the sensation of him fucking her mouth. She grabbed at his arse and helped him
push deeper. He gasped in desperation and she knew he was close.

She focused her tongue on the head and then, roughly, she
grabbed the rest of his cock and tugged at him in fast, jolting movements,
loving being in control, knowing he was ready to come. She felt two, three,
four involuntary jerks of his dick and she closed her eyes as he went off like
a firework in her mouth while exhaling loudly in relief. Her strokes reduced in
velocity as she sucked at the final drops of spunk. His body crumpled a little,
he moved back down to meet her, and they kissed again. Gently at first, but
soon the passion was restored as they tasted each other's sex. “No,” she
ordered. “Upstairs – let's get more comfortable.”

This time they managed to make it to the bedroom without
attacking each other. “Take your clothes off.” He did as he was told. Naked, he
stood in front of her, his cock now at ease. “Sit down there.” She pointed to a
chair at the end of the bed. “You need time to recover.” She began taking the
rest of her clothes off. Her top, her skirt, her bra, her stockings. He watched
his fantasy come true.

She reached to a drawer in her bedside table and took out a pink
vibrator. “My favourite.” She lay on the bed, knees lifted, legs apart, her
eyes fixed on him. He was already gently tugging his penis. She licked the end
of the vibrator and then traced it, very slowly, to her pussy. “So, what were
you thinking when you were spying on me from your office, you filthy pervert?”
she smiled.

“I imagined going down to see you after you'd dropped the kids
off. Just chatting to you on the street and suggesting we go to lunch. I'd
think about us eating, maybe having a glass of wine...”

“Yes, and? Get to the good stuff! Fuck’s sake. I think we’re
past the wining and dining!”

“Okay. I thought about you saying you needed to go to the
bathroom, but something in your eyes told me you wanted me to follow. I thought
about us sneaking into a cubicle, me sitting down, you in front, sucking me
off, then turning round and sitting on my cock, fucking me like that, bouncing
up and down on me, while I pushed your bra down and held onto your tits.”

“Mmm... What else?” She started sliding the slick vibrator
inside herself. “Tell me more. Did you touch yourself in the office?”