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Copyright by me, ask for permission to repost. If you can't go
see a NC17 movie, get outta here. Blowjob principle applies.
Thanks to Desdmona!!! for her grand editing work...And Nick
Scipio and Gary for ummm clearing up my "maleness"
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Escape
By Dryad (MF,Oral,cheat)
I rapped my knuckles on the screen door as I held the box with my
other hand. Another quick job; replace a CDRW drive, get in and
get out. I sighed as I looked at my watch. I waited a few
moments, then saw her peek through the glass.
First I was struck by how her girl-next-door features fit the
voice I heard when I called to set up the appointment. As she
opened the door for me, the second thing I noticed was a bit more
unprofessional of me: her nipples pressed out against her soft
sweater.
"Come on in," she said as I shook myself out of my reverie.
"Ignore the mess, I haven't had a chance to clean."
She led me through the kitchen. A few breakfast dishes sat in the
sink. On the table, an open tin of crayons sat beside a small
stack of coloring books. This was nothing compared to some
kitchens I'd been forced to walk through. "Whose kitchen DOESN'T
look like this?"
She shrugged and kept walking. I followed. She was truly
small--barely five feet. At six-foot-four, I tower over the
average woman. She would barely reach my chest.
We passed through an equally lived-in but well kept living room
to her office. She looked embarrassed as she led me in. "I'm
sorry it's such a disaster. It's supposed to be my office, but
all sorts of stuff ends up getting tossed in here."
I could see her point--broken toys, a Barbie house, and linens
all jockeyed for space with the books and computer equipment in
the small room. This was obviously her workspace, so why did
everyone throw all their crap in here? Didn't they care?
I sat down at the computer and began work--reset the screen,
checked drivers and such. Verified the specs on the RAM, virus
protections and the CD-RW driver. Her computer's system wasn't
going to support the new CDRW that was sent so it was a good
thing I brought the new program. After optimizing, it was time to
open up the housing.
I'm used to having clients hang around and watch what I'm doing.
After all, it is their system, their house. Doesn't bother me.
She stayed close though, closer than most carrying on inane
chatter;
"Have you been doing this long?" She moved things about on her
desk without any sort of rhyme or reason, her arm occasionally
bumping into mine.
"A while; about five years." I watched her from the corner of my
eye as I worked. She flitted about like a bird, staying at my
elbow, shuffling papers, then reshuffling them.
"Are you nervous?" I finally asked.
"Not at all!" she answered shrilly.
"No need to be," I said as I opened up the tower. I turned to
explain what I was going to do. She leaned over my shoulder for a
closer look. Her breast brushed against me, and her nipple, hard
as a pebble, pressed into my shoulder. It took a moment for me to
refocus on what I was supposed to be doing. My fingers fumbled.
She pointed to the small flashlight I was using. "I could hold
that for you if it would help." I didn't really need it, often
doing this by sense of touch, but with her body so close to mine,
my hands were unsteady. So I agreed.
She moved behind me and scrunched up close in the tight confines
of the room. Her chest grazed my back. She moved like a
feline--soft and sleek--but something was holding her back.
"Just a bit more this way." I placed my hand over hers,
redirecting the light. I was amazed at the difference; my large,
thick fingers over her delicate, pale hand. Her fingers were
cold, belying her earlier contention of not being nervous.
"What do you use the computer for?" I asked, trying to get back
on track.
"I design web sites. Work for a couple different companies." She
shifted, bringing her body close to mine again. "I like the
flexibility of working from home. If one of the children is
sick, I don't have to worry. If I want to go out for lunch, no
big deal." She was animated yet more relaxed than before.
"Well, it's a lovely home you have." Not bad for working from
home.
"My husband's and mine." Her entire demeanor became subdued. The
energy she had just seemed to disappear.
"You're married?" I was surprised.
"Yeah."
"What does your husband do?" I straightened up, having gotten the
drive out.
"He's a bus driver." Her tone was abrupt.
"Kinda opposite ends of the spectrum there, huh?" She nodded,
focusing on my hands. I pulled the new drive out of its
packaging.
"That's it? That's great! They told me they wouldn't be able to
upgrade!" she rubbed her hands together, suddenly excited once
more. I wonder if she realized how quickly she changed the
subject, or for that matter, her mood in general.
"Well, your old drive was actually obsolete. Can't even find it
anymore. So now you have this one. It's why your old driver won't
work."
She grew silent as I worked the drive into the casing. She
leaned closer into me, and I have to admit, she was making me
feel hot under the collar. I knew she could hear my quickened
breath, but damned if I could stop it or quiet it. I focused
myself on getting the disk drive into the housing. It was a tight
fit.
Of course, that set my brain in a whole other direction; at five
feet tall, she would fit so snugly against my body, and my body
shifted at the thought. I finally forced the stupid drive in,
and I pinched my finger.
"Shit!" A really good blood blister began to bubble up. I made a
tight fist until the sting diminished a little, and turned back
to my work. With the drive in, I was able to close the tower back
up and install the driver.
While it was loading, I asked her where the facilities were.
"Right around the corner," she said, nodding towards thehallway.
I took care of business in the small room then washed my hands in
the sink surrounded by children's toothbrushes and Blue's Clues
soap.
As I came back from the bathroom, I noticed it. A hole in the
wall. Directly across from the office door, a large hole, as if
someone had been leaning against the wall to break down the
office door, and instead broke through the sheetrock. You could
almost see the indent of a shoulder. Don't know how I missed it
before. She'd apologized for just about everything else in the
house, she must've forgotten the hole was there. How could you
forget something like that? It reeked of anger. I shook my head.
She didn't belong; but then again, no woman belonged in a place
that bespoke of violence.
I went back into the office. Her back was to me, fiddling with
books on the bookshelf, straightening papers on her desk. I
watched for a moment, then cleared my throat. She jumped at the
sound before turning around.
"You're blushing." I could smell her scent, could see her
fighting some need
Her hand flew to her face, cupping her cheek. "Really? I haven't
blushed in ages."
"Mmmhmm. Right down your chest." I looked at the dip in her
V-neck sweater. Her eyes followed my gaze. A crimson flush
blazed across her pale flesh. She surprised me by lowering her
hand and stroking her flushed skin.
"Would you like to see how far down it goes?" She said it so
quietly, I almost missed it.
Her head was down, not looking at me, as if she were a good
little catholic girl about to give her first real confession. My
God, she was shaking! I cursed the fool who made her feel ashamed
of her body, ashamed of her desire.
"Whatever you want to do is fine with me." I struggled with
wanting to touch her, comfort her, but it wouldn't be me choosing
how this thing continued. This was her battle, her demon.
Slowly, she lifted the hem of her sweater, pulling it up over her
breasts. My breath caught.
She was beautiful.
Her skin something a Renaissance artist would have painted. She
looked up at me, saw the look on my face, my hands clenched at my
sides.
"It's okay if you want to touch them." My fingers itched for
just such a thing. The round curves leading up to her crinkled,
apricot nipples. Slowly, as though reaching for a skittish colt,
my fingers brushed up the outside curve of her breast. My fingers
circled their heft, kneading them gently, then more firmly. Her
body shivered and swayed against me. My thumbs flickered lightly
over her nipples. She moaned softly at first, then with more
fervor.
Her tone shifted, and I knew she was about to ask for more. My
hands moved over her warm, malleable breasts as my brain raced
ahead to what I should--what I _would_ do--if she asked. She
deserved better than what I'd seen, certainly, but I also knew
this wasn't about me. Her hand left my chest and I could hear the
soft sound of a zipper being undone. Suddenly, she stepped away
from me and left her skirt in a puddle on the floor at her feet.
She stood there for a moment in all her nude glory. I didn't
know what to do.
She took the decision out of my hands when she suddenly knelt
before me. Her fingers raked my pants down my legs, raising a
sigh from me. My dick popped out and her eyes grew wide. Her
fingers touched me as she looked up. It jumped at her touch, and
I was no longer able to deny her anything. She placed her warm
lips against my head and sucked it into her mouth. My legs
shivered, and I pulled the computer chair over to me. I
collapsed in it, and she never lost connection.
She was amazing and enthusiastic, that much was certain. She
could take my entire length in her mouth and throat, a feat all
in itself. But she also managed to know exactly when I was about
to come and pulled back just enough to keep me on the edge. It
was about the third time she did this when my brain kicked back
in, and I realized that this was all wrong. Not necessarily the
sex, that was her choice, but that here I was taking and not
giving. From what I'd seen, that in itself was a gross error.
Slowly, I pulled her off my aching cock and turned her around.
She looked concerned until I began to stroke her steaming pussy.
God, she was so hot and wet. Her knees buckled, and I caught
her.
"Lean back." I hushed.
She fell back against my chest, her head nestled into the crook
of my neck. My hands continued to investigate all her secrets,
finding first her moist depths, rubbing quickly against her
clitoris. Her body arched and climbed up higher on my body. Her
moans became squeals, and then squeals became whines. One hand
wandered back up to her soft breasts. I picked up speed over her
clitoris, and whines turned into shrieks. Tension eased from her
body as she lay against me, sated.
After a few moments, she whispered, "Let me return the favor."
"You don't need to do that," but she had already slipped between
my legs, sucking my hardness back into her gifted mouth. She
slid my thickness deep, making me squirm and utter sounds I
haven't uttered in ages. My fingers gently stroked her hair from
her face as I moaned what few words of praise I could squeak out.
It didn't take long this time for me to feel the impending
onrush. I grasped the chair's armrests until my knuckles were
white as my orgasm erupted into her mouth. I was shocked as she
continued to swallow. The head of my penis squeezed in her
throat. My groaned "Thank Yous" mixed with my cries to God as I
continued to pump into her mouth.
It took me a moment to regain my sense of self. At first, I felt
a bit guilty for taking advantage of her, but her radiant smile
soon put that thought, at least temporarily, out of my head. I
sighed as I pulled myself back together.
I still had a bit of work to do. Reluctantly, I checked the new
drivers, making sure everything worked well. I called my boss to
let him know the new additions and the edited time of my arrival.
I boxed up the old disc drive while she signed my paperwork. She
led me to the door.
I stood at the door, looking at her dispirited beauty. Having to
leave but not wanting to. "If he's not careful, he's going to
lose you."
She nodded.
I looked for a moment longer, then stepped out the door.
Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2003
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