My heart stopped beating as I read those words on the note I found slipped
under my windshield wiper blade as I was leaving the lab Saturday night.
Saturdays had been calmer, as Michael had a late evening job at a local
store and hadn't been to visit the lab or me. I had been getting papers graded
and lessons developed but hadn't seen anyone paying me any particular extra
attention.
Until this.
My hands were sweating as I held the note. We certainly looked innocent,
I was sure, as he helped me carry things to my car and I offered to give
him a ride home. We had looked around the parking lot to see if there were
any other vehicles, and had commented on my car being the only one left.
Whoever had seen us had either been walking or was parked elsewhere and
had still been in the building.
It was a bold handwriting. A man's, I assumed. If he had still been in
the building, then he had to be an employee of the college. I had locked
everything when I left the lab and there hadn't been any students left in
the building. All the classrooms had been locked earlier in the evening.
There were quite a few offices upstairs, but I hadn't noticed that any of
them had lights on when we left.
This was quite disconcerting. I wasn't at all sure what this person assumed
when he saw Michael and me leaving in my car, but I didn't like him sneaking
around and leaving notes on my windshield, either.
Unable to solve the puzzle by standing and staring at the note, I got in
my car and went home for the rest of the weekend.
Monday brought with it no surprises, but when I got to my office on Tuesday
morning, there was another note taped to my door. My name was on the outside
in that same, now recognizable, bold handwriting.
"Do you have reason to be nervous?"
Well, NOW I did! I don't particularly think I was too nervous with the
previous note, but this was very unsettling. I wasn't sure what this note
was supposed to imply. I wasn't sure whether I wanted to find out, but
it seemed that I wasn't in control of this new facet of my life. I kept eyeing
the men in the building - wondering if one of them was writing my notes.
I watched my students carefully - trying to see whether one of them was
observing my reactions around other students.
I didn't want to bother Michael with any of this. I was sure he hadn't
written this note. I had seen his handwriting on several of his note sheets
as he worked on various assignments in the lab and it was a rather lazy scrawl.
This was a very bold, purposeful print. I didn't recall ever having seen
it before.
Wednesday morning was uneventful and I went through my morning classes with
a comfortable feeling that the person had tired of this game already and
wasn't going to send any more notes. I went to lunch with several other
teachers, including Sara, and upon my return to my office I found yet another
note.
"I'm enjoying this, but there's so much more I'd like to
enjoy."
A shiver ran through me. This wasn't going to end and there certainly
wasn't anyone I could tell about it. And, as much as I was a bit worried
about these notes, I also realized if the person just wanted to get me in
big trouble, he would have already done so. This was a man with a totally
different objective in mind. One that actually got me a bit excited. It
didn't seem that there was any blackmail involved and I hadn't any inkling
that this person was out to scare me. It was more like these notes were
meant to tease me. That was exactly how I was starting to feel..... very
teased.
On Thursday morning, there were two unexpected packages in my school mailbox
and, as I found myself hoping, another note attached to my office door.
I unlocked the office and put everything on the chair beside my desk before
sitting down to read the note.
"Trick or Treat"
Oh, good grief, I said in my best Charlie Brown voice. What is THAT
supposed to mean? I started to open the first package but then noticed that
the return address area simply had the name, Michael, written in it. Unsure
of the contents of this package, I decided to lock my office door before
opening it. I certainly didn't need to pique anyone else's attention by
having them walk in on me while holding something questionable in my hands
in my office.
I opened the package and read the note inside. In Michael's scrawling script,
it said:
My roommate and I are hosting a Halloween party
tomorrow night at our house. There will be several professors there,
so I'd very much like you to come, as well. I've taken
the liberty of purchasing a costume for you. I would like you to
wear only what is in the package.
I don't think I breathed again until after I saw what was in the box. It
was a peasant dress, much like those worn by serving wenches in old British
pubs. The incredibly low bodice laced up in front and would most certainly
push my large breasts up and reveal more cleavage than I showed in any of
my normal clothing. The sleeves were designed to be worn down on my shoulders
so any attempt at wearing a bra would look incredibly stupid. I also noticed
there wasn't a bra in the box and his note stipulated that I was only to
wear what was provided in the box. There were layers to the skirt of the
dress, but I also noticed there wasn't anything else in the box except a
pair of black thigh high stockings and a pair of soft suede slipper-type
shoes.
Apparently Michael wanted me to attend this party without any underwear on
at all. I found myself getting excited by the prospect of walking around
with other students and colleagues without a bra or panties on, but I wasn't
at all sure what else Michael had in mind.
The other package was addressed in that bold handwriting that had begun
to make me feel strangely excited whenever I saw it. There was a note attached
to a small box inside.
"I know you'll be at the party. Please wear this."
How enticing. How exciting. He would be at the party and I would't
know who he was, but he would be there watching me and seeing whether I
followed his instructions. My hands shook as I opened this box. Inside was
a pendant. It was smooth wood carved in the shape of a teardrop and hung
from a pale ribbon that fastened in a tiny bow at the nape of my neck. The
teardrop would hang just to my cleavage and would be sure to draw attention
to my ample breasts being hugged by the peasant dress.
It was as if he knew that I needed one tiny object of adornment to add to
this costume. I was sure Michael wouldn't mind if I altered his instructions
to include this simple pendant. Frankly, I wasn't sure I cared if Michael
minded or not. It seemed as if he had awakened some special needs in me
and I wanted more than just being with him on Friday nights to satiate them.
Perhaps this other man would be just what I needed.
Including Sara last week had been incredibly stimulating but I didn't want
her to think that she was a permanent part of my love life. I wanted her
to be able to find someone she could rely on to fulfill her needs, as well.
She and I had done much talking during our lunch breaks during the week
and as much as we enjoyed sharing each other last weekend, it was because
Michael was a part of it all that made it so special.
I packed all my packages into a tote bag to take home with me at the end
of the day. The lab would be closed this weekend because of all the Halloween
festivities. We didn't want to chance anyone from off-campus coming in and
vandalizing any equipment and then having to explain to the investigators
that it was the front end of a horse, or it was Count Dracula, or someone
in a gorilla costume. So, we simply decided that late night lab hours would
be held sometime during the week when people would most likely not be wandering
around in costumes.
My morning went according to schedule and then, when I returned to my office
after lunch, there was another note taped to my door.
"Tonight."
"Well," I thought, "he's definitely not overly wordy." And I finished
teaching my afternoon classes and then gathered my packages and left for
the weekend.
I smiled in anticipation of the evening's events as I drove home. After
gathering packages and books in my arms and walking up the steps to my front
door, I was surprised by a package resting against my door. I wasn't expecting
any deliveries and so few people knew where I lived that I couldn't imagine
what could be in it.
As I reached to pick it up, I could see that now familiar bold handwriting
on the note attached.
"Share this with me, please."
Inside the box was a bottle of Moët & Chandon champagne. A
shiver of excitement went down my spine as I remembered the last time I had
the opportunity to taste Moët & Chandon. My mind drifted.... roses....
champagne.... a king sized bed..... a lover...... *sigh* ... I came back
to the present and realized this person knew where I lived. He had found
my house and delivered this himself since there was no address written on
this package. But the thought of sharing this bottle of champagne with my
bold secret admirer was definitely exciting me.
I went inside and put the champagne in the kitchen and found a hanger for
my dress. It wasn't too wrinkled and I figured I'd let it hang in the bathroom
while I took a long, relaxing bath and maybe the steam would let the fabric
relax right along with me. I started the bath running and added vanilla
scented oil to the water. My nerves were on edge and I knew the bath and
the soft scent would act to relax me.
I poured a small glass of wine and put on some soft music. I still had
a couple hours before the party and I knew I'd be pacing if I didn't start
to unwind right now. I undressed and looked in the mirror at a body I couldn't
imagine was starting to excite so many different people. First Michael,
then Sara, and now this mystery man. It was a large body.... perhaps Rubenesque.....
a grown-up cherub. Maybe THAT was the allure.... I was soft and snuggly and
sensuous.... warm and caring... apparently they saw more there than a rendition
of Robin Williams as Mrs. Doubtfire. I didn't dress like "her" but my large
breasts weren't those of the perky Playboy models that most men followed
in droves like worker bees following the queen. Maybe some people were starting
to realize that large women could be incredibly sexy, too.
I took my glass of wine into steamy, vanilla-scented bathroom and set it
down while I lit several candles. I turned the overhead lights off and slid
into the warm water. It was just hot enough to turn my skin pink as I sunk
down into it's depths. I thanked myself once again for indulging in this
big tub. I sipped my wine and then began caressing my tingling skin with
my large bath sponge. The rough texture served to awaken all my nerve endings.
I closed my eyes and imagined my mystery man's hands rubbing all over my
body. I imagined the texture of his tongue as he teased my skin by tracing
paths across my belly and up to my chest.... across my breasts.... teasing
my nipples to hardness.
I felt somewhat guilty about fantasizing about this unknown person instead
of thinking about being with Michael, but I had to admit to myself that
I was certainly intrigued with the thought of a secret admirer.
After adding hot water to the bath several times in an attempt to make
it last indefinitely, I finally got out of the tub and dried off with a big
fluffy towel. My skin glowed in the candlelight and I felt that my body
would be glowing tonight as I wondered which party guest was admiring me
from afar.
I pulled my stockings slowly up my smooth legs, being careful not to tear
them. I slipped the soft slipper-shoes on my feet. Then I pulled the dress
on over my head. I think Michael had been secretly measuring my clothes,
as it was a perfect fit. The bodice was loose at first, but was quite form-fitting
once I laced it up. It pushed my breasts up as I had anticipated but it
covered even less than I had originally hoped. The material came just over
my nipples. No matter how hard I tried, I could NOT adjust it to be any
higher. I would have to be very careful not to bend over because I might
show a LOT more than anyone expected. The skirt and it's "underskirts" were
a bit shorter than I had thought by looking at it when I wasn't wearing
it. If I had been wearing peasant-style pantaloons, it wouldn't be so revealing,
but there weren't any in the box. His instructions were clear. Michael
didn't want me to wear any underwear except the stockings. Thinking about
going to this party without panties was already making me excited and as
I looked in the mirror, I could see the outline of my nipples and the surrounding
areola. This was going to be an interesting evening, indeed. I fastened
my pendant around my neck, brushed my hair and applied just a little makeup
before leaving the house.
The cool air was exhilerating as I walked outside to my car. The drive back
toward campus seemed to take forever. I arrived at Michael's just after
8, the time when the party was set to start. There were plenty of cars,
so I knew I wasn't alone. Michael greeted me at the door dressed as a dapper
English gentleman. I understood the implication. He would be the gentleman
who came in the pub and had his wicked way with the peasant barmaid. He
greeted me with the same hug that he was greeting all the arriving girls
and ladies and he didn't mention the pendant so I guess it didn't upset him
that I wore it.
The house was full of wandering creatures from science fiction movies, the
standard Draculas and mummies, some princesses, and a variety of other comic
characters. I wandered for a bit until I spotted Sara. She was dressed as
Cleopatra and seemed to be attracting the attention of several men from the
school. There were students, professors, and even office staff people from
campus. It was a large house and Michael and his roommate spared no expense
on decorating everywhere I could see. There was spiked and un-spiked punch
at separate tables and the monster who was serving the spiked punch was careful
not to serve to underage party guests. It was a festive atmosphere and I
was beginning to loosen up a bit as I mingled although thoughts about my
secret admirer still swirled in my brain.
The music was loud and the conversations were soon mixing together in the
smoke-filled room. I excused myself from my present conversation (which
wasn't big on conversation but more on concentrating on my cleavage) and stepped
out onto the back porch of the house. There were jack-o-lanterns lighting
the porch area and seating in out-of-the-way corners. It seemed that every
detail had been anticipated. The guys knew that there would be a need for
escape to a quiet corner from time to time. I found a cozy spot behind the
cover of low tree branch and sat down to enjoy the cool night air.
My back was to the house as I leaned back and looked up at the starry sky.
It was a lovely view and I thought how romantic it would be to spend some
time here with Michael some night under the stars, at his own house. I closed
my eyes and leaned back in the chaise lounge as I imagined his hands sliding
down over my bare neck, softly caressing down my chest, slowly fondling the
tops of my breasts.....
Wait!!!! That wasn't my imagination!!! Those WERE hands sliding down my
body!!! And, from the touch, I could tell they didn't belong to Michael.
I tried to turn in the chair, but there was a faint whisper in my ear to
sit still and enjoy. I thought about yelling for Michael but my body willed
me to be silent and allow my secret admirer to show himself when he was ready.
His hands renewed their caresses of my neck and chest.... down over my bare
shoulders.... touching my breasts and then repeating the soft movements.
I tried to breathe but his touch was hypnotic... I felt as though he had
complete control of my body and I could barely move. He threaded his fingers
through my hair, massaging my scalp until it tingled at his touch.
"Jody," he whispered in my ear. "I hope you haven't been frightened by
my notes and gifts." His hand moved close to the pendant and his fingers
toyed with it before returning to softly move across my breasts.
"I've wanted to find a way to approach you for months, now. I just had
no idea if you wanted to be involved with anyone from school or not. But,
when I saw you leave with Michael last week, I thought maybe there was something
going on. So, I asked him."
My breath caught in my throat.
"I asked him if the two of you were involved. He admitted, quite under duress,
I must admit, that the two of you had spent several nights together and that
he knew you were looking for someone more your own age even though you were
excited by him and vice versa. I talked with him about his feelings for
you and although he cares deeply for you and lusts after you, he knows you
would never be able to have a future together because of the differences
in generations and because it would never look good for you to have a relationship
with a former student. I asked if he was inviting you to this party and
he admitted that he was. I gave him the dress and had him send it to you
with the note that you were to wear only what was in the package."
So, this stranger knows I'm not wearing any underwear. I could feel my
nipples hardening with his touch and I was feeling very warm and wet under
this dress.
"I sent you the pendant as a simple accessory but I wanted you to know that
all the men in this house tonight would be looking at your breasts and wishing
they could untie the bodice of this dress. I had Michael wear his costume
so that you would think it was a counterpart to yours and you would feel
more comfortable and be able to enjoy the early part of the party. I delivered
the champagne after Michael revealed the location of your house and I hope
we can share it later tonight."
With that he quickly moved beside me and turned my head and kissed me. He
was wearing a mask so I still couldn't tell who it was, but that kiss was
enough to tell me that I didn't care WHO it was... I just wanted him to keep
kissing me. My lips opened and his tongue began its assault on mine and
on my senses.
"Who are you," I asked when he finally released me.
He took off his mask and revealed a face I had seen often but I didn't know
him personally. His position as Director of Student Services had him walking
in and out of most buildings on campus since he had to see students at their
convenience between classes and in the evenings to arrange conferences with
them. He was using one of the offices in the upstairs portion of our building
but I rarely saw him in my lab area.
"Jim." I exhaled his name as my lungs came back under my power. "Jim Wolff.
I never knew you were interested in seeing me. You could have just asked,
you know."
He was gorgeous and this costume did nothing to hide the fact. He was dressed
as Zorro, tight black satin pants that did nothing to hide the bulge forming
in front, and a sheer white shirt unbuttoned all the way down to the bright
red cummerbund. His chest had a sprinkling of hair, not a thick cover but
just enough to run my fingers through and I hoped I would soon get the chance.
"Jody, I've wanted to kiss you for months. I have watched you and talked
with people who know you and I know you're single and have been for a while,
now. I've been a widower for several years, myself and no matter how hard
I've tried, I haven't been able to find someone I'd like to spend time with.
This 'dating game' at our age is NO fun. I hated to have to be so mysterious
with you, but I wanted to entice you and Michael seemed to agree that you
would respond to it."
"Well, Zorro, kiss me again and I'll show you how I respond to it." I
couldn't believe how I was acting. Blame it on the punch, I said to myself,
knowing it was Jim I was reacting to and not the refreshments. I moved over
on the chaise lounge and made room for him to sit with me. He leaned down
to kiss me and I ran my hand up inside his shirt and felt his warm skin.
I could feel his heart pounding and his breathing was getting ragged as
our tongues soon found each other again. His hand trailed along my breasts
again and I could feel my nipples hardening at his touch. They threatened
to burst through the lacing at the front of this tight bodice.
"Jody, can I take you home or do you feel like you need to stay at the party?"
he asked between kisses.
"What makes you think I want you to take me home?" I teased back with a
sly grin on my face. He surprised me by sliding a hand up the skirt of my
dress until he could feel how warm my thighs were. His hand quickly climbed
until he touched my wetness. He slid his finger through my juices and then,
just as quickly, pulled his hand out, licked his fingers and then sucked
them into his mouth while grinning right back at me.
"That, my dear lady, is what makes me think you want me to take you home.
Am I right?"
With that, I got up off the lounge chair and said that we needed to find
our hosts and thank them for a lovely evening and then make a hasty retreat.
When we re-entered the house, we were surprised to find everyone in the
living room in an attempt at a large circle. We were curious as to what
the big attention-getter was, so we sidled in amongst the crowd and found
that there was a large game of dunking for apples going on. I tried to back
out of the crowd, but Jim held my hand tight in his and moved us forward
in the crowd of watchers. The large tub of apples was on the floor and the
"bobbers" had to bend over from a standing position to try to get an apple
in their mouths before standing up again.
I knew my costume was NOT meant for bending over but Jim seemed intent on
getting me to at least try to get an apple. He whispered in my ear that
he was aroused at the thought of the other men in the room, both young and
old, getting a glimpse of my breasts as I bent over that far. He loudly volunteered
me as the next "bobber" and I could hear the loud breaths as I slowly bent
over. If Jim was aroused by the men looking at my breasts, then I surely
wanted those men to be aroused, as well. It seemed only fitting that they
should enjoy it, too. With an inward giggle, I took my time finding an
apple to bite into. Jim was standing right behind me as I bent over and
then I realized his other ulterior motive in having me bob for an apple.
The fullness of the skirts on this dress hid his hand as he reached under
it to caress the cheeks of my ass and he slowly slid between my legs and
ran his fingers along my wet slit. The dress slowly rose higher and higher
on my hips and I knew it would draw attention to us both if I stood up and
pulled it back down so I just let him keep rubbing.
Then I almost choked on the water in the apple tub when I felt another hand
feeling under my skirt, and another. What a sneaky, sexy trick he had played
on me. I wasn't able to concentrate on grabbing an apple as several hands
changed places touching my ass and my wet lips. I'm not sure whose hands
they were but they seemed to know this was their purpose. They were not
tentative touches, but were full-fledged caresses and gropings. The other
hands finally left and Jim's hand reached deep to slide a finger up inside
me. My legs almost buckled at the sensation of his large stong finger stroking
inside my now throbbing pussy.
I finally caught a small apple in my teeth and held on with a vengeance as
I stood up and let the water from my face drip down my chest and run in rivulets
between my breasts. My face was flushed, from the caresses as well as from
being upside down for that long. When I looked up, I saw Michael standing
on the other side of the apple tub. He smiled at me and Jim and made a kiss
with his lips. I knew he approved and I was sure, after this little activity,
that he would most likely become a partner in a lovemaking session again
in the future.
But, for the rest of tonight, it was time for Jim and I to get to know each
other much better. We went out to my car. He had left his parked on campus
and said it was safe there and that he would retrieve it later. As I drove
home, he leaned over toward me and rubbed my inner thighs, occasionally
dipping a finger into my wetness and then bringing it back up to his lips
to lick and suck on.
We got to the house and Jim asked about the champagne. I told him it was
in the kitchen and said he'd take care of it if I wanted to change out of
my costume. I followed him into the kitchen and helped him with ice and
a bucket to chill the bottle, and then grasped his hand and led him upstairs.
My, my, my, this bedroom had certainly been starting to get a lot of attention,
lately.
"Undress me, Jim," I said, as I turned to face him at the foot of my bed.
"There's very little for you to remove, you know, but I want you to do
it."
He unlaced the bodice of the dress and my breasts were thrilled to have the
space to move once again. They spilled loose from the material and Jim
cupped them in his hands and moved that masterful mouth down to kiss them.
He licked them and then concentrated on the nipples, sucking them in, first
one and then the other. As he continued arousing my senses, he unlaced
the dress the rest of the way and then pushed it down over the rest of my
body.
I didn't seem to feel shy or awkward in front of him and he moved his hands
down to caress my belly and down my hips and around to my ass. He pulled
me close to him and I could feel his cock hardening against me through those
satin pants. I reached around him and untied the cummerbund. I then unfastened
his pants and they fell down around his ankles. He, too, had gone without
underwear and I reached down in between us and grasped his aching cock in
my hand. Once I had hold of him I didn't want to let go.
"Take off your shirt," I said, while stroking his hard cock. He understood
that my hands were busy and quickly removed his shirt and stepped free from
his pants before pulling me down on the bed with him. "Take me, now, Jim,"
I moaned. I was unable to wait any longer. The preliminaries had started
an hour or more ago and I wanted to feel that cock deep inside me. We had
plenty of time for other sex play later. Right now I wanted relief and I
knew he did too. His cock was dancing on its own with each pulse of his
blood through his body. I wanted to feel it throbbing inside me.
He crawled over me, slowly positioning himself between my open thighs. I
was whimpering softly, aching to feel him once he had removed his hand from
my pussy. He slowly and methodically rubbed the head of his cock against
my pussy lips. My hips thrust up against him but he backed away.
"Not yet, love, I want you to want it more."
He continued to rub and I could feel my juices flowing over my lips and
down my slit.... down toward my ass... a delicious tingling feeling that
I ached to relieve. Finally, he pushed the head of his thick cock just past
the opening and then pulled back again as my hips rose to meet his. I moaned
and my legs pulled together in hopes of at least rubbing my thighs together
to relieve the itch.. the tingle.... the longing.. but, his legs were there
and I couldn't do anything to help myself. He was in charge. Then I felt
it. He slid quickly and deeply into my core. We both inhaled sharply at
the exquisite sensations. We were one. We fit together perfectly. He held
still and seemed to float above me. We were connected by only cock deep
inside pussy.
He looked deep into my eyes, leaned down to kiss me and then began thrusting
into me hard and fast until we were both gasping for breaths. His cock rubbed
hard against my swollen clit with each thrust into me. I pulled him tight
into me by grabbing that sexy ass of his and I felt him swell even bigger
inside me. I was right on the edge of a tremendous orgasm. I could feel
it building inside me... throbbing from deep within me... threatening to
engulf us in the waves of pure sensation. I knew we both felt it and he
paused briefly, causing me to gasp and look straight into his eyes and he
looked at me and smiled.... plunged into me one more time, quickly, and I
felt him spurting his hot cum deep into me. My body convulsed with wave
after wave of glorious orgasm. The body-quake finally stopped and he just
lay on top of me, snuggling close against my soft body, resting his head
between my breasts, nuzzling my nipple.
Right before we drifted off to sleep, I heard him whisper something. I asked
him what he said and he lifted his head from my breasts just long enough
to repeat it.