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No Strings

By Bria Gypsy 

(M/F)

He literally bumped into her. She was coming out of Victoria’s Secret, he heading past the doorway to the sports shop next door. Her bag was knocked form her hand and her first instinct was to launch into a verbal assault on his clumsiness; not that either was less at fault than the other.

“Steve,” she gasped as she regained her composure and saw who she had collided with.

“Nicky…what a surprise,” he said with mixed feelings as he recognized her.

“I live here now,” she replied knowing he would not know she’d moved up from Providence.

“Really, since when?” he asked as he stooped and picked up her shopping bag for her.

“About fifteen months ago. I still have the house in Providence though.”

He handed her the bag.

“Just a few sexy things,” she said with a smirk, referring to the Victoria’s Secret bag and the contents he could not see. “To make me feel good.”

“Nice,” he said nervously.

She looked good. Still slim and petite but her hair was now much longer. She had those big brown eyes and long eyelashes he remembered as one of her striking features. Nicky Turnbull was not classically beautiful but she was certainly attractive. She always presented herself well and carried off the allure of being hot with her smoking body. The years had not changed her much apart from the black hair that used to be shorter and hair sprayed to resemble a black helmet. It was now long and free extending down over her firm breasts; not a whiff of hairspray to be detected.

“You look good,” he said as she smoothed her ruffled clothes down and checked the contents of the shopping bag.

“So do you,” she said after deciding she was OK following the collision.

“What brings you to Burlington?” he asked cautiously.

“I moved here with my partner,” she answered. “And his two children,” she added quickly. “I’m kind of a mom now.”

“Oh…right,” he replied, somewhat relieved she had a significant other.

“Where are you living?” he asked then regretted he had asked.

The last thing he wanted was to know too much about her. It had led him to a stupid mistake some nearly eleven years ago when they worked together in Providence.

“Arlington, she replied. “Rick…my partner…he bought a house there,” she replied,” studying him as she spoke.

To Nicky, Steve hadn’t changed much. He still had the thick mop of brown hair and clearly still kept in shape. She recalled quickly why she had been attracted to him despite his being much older than her. Working with him was still one of the most satisfying jobs she’d ever had, mainly because he ran interference for her in all the scrapes and skirmishes she got into with colleagues.

“Where are you working?” He asked, trying to be polite, but wanting to get away.

“I’m between jobs right now,” she said a little evasively.

He knew what that meant. She’d been fired or made redundant. She had a checkered work history before she came to work at his company all those years back. And he was aware of at least three jobs she’d had in two years in Providence before he left to move here to Burlington MA and he’d finally lost touch with her.

“What about you…how’s things with you?” she asked.

“I’m fine, still working in IT. The boys are fine, both grown up now as you’d expect,” he replied. 

He deliberately did not refer to his wife Ellen. The history between them had seen Ellen become one of the many women who’d cheerfully strangle Nicky. Nicky knew it and for her part, she was just as happy he’d not mentioned his wife.

“Um look do you want to get a coffee?” she said looking across at a small café inside the mall; one of the few food and beverage places not shoe-horned into the food court.

Steve moved uneasily. He felt the conversation had lasted long enough to be polite and was looking for a natural flow in the conversation to excuse himself and get away from her. She stared at him and sensed his unease.

“It’s all right,” she said with a forced grin. “I won’t bite. I have a partner now, remember,” she added.

“No…no…it wasn’t that…he stammered. “I’m in a bit of a hurry,” he replied lamely.

“Oh go on,” she answered. “Ten minutes…a quick catch up, that’s all” she said trying to persuade him.

He agreed with a nervous “all right…ten minutes” and followed her across to the café and she selected a table just outside the door. He wasn’t happy about sitting out in the mall, not that Ellen or the boys were likely to come by and catch them; but he wanted to be more discrete. They ordered coffee and she sat demurely with her legs crossed to the side of the table so he couldn’t help but see the expanse of thigh below her mini skirt. He sensed she was going through a non to familiar flirt routine she used. He’d fallen for it back then. Would he be stupid enough to be distracted by her again?

“So…it’s been what…ten…eleven years?’ she said staring at him. “Your boys must be young men now.”

“Yes…they are,” he replied, thankful to make small talk. “Ben’s at Northeastern and Jake is graduating high school this summer.”

“Gosh time has flown since the few times I babysat them. They were just little boys,” she said as if reminiscing.

“Not anymore,” he chuckled. “I’m the shortest of the men now.”

“Not the smallest though, I bet,” she said evenly and raised an eyebrow as she caught his gaze.

Steve swallowed nervously and his sense of foreboding as to where the conversation might go was interrupted by their coffees being brought to the table. As he stirred the coffee he deliberately ignored the subtle comment clearly referring to the size of his cock. In the ten weeks or so they had their affair she continually praised his equipment as being the biggest she’d encountered. He didn’t believe her, suspecting it was crass flattery; although he was sure she was experienced enough to have seen a large number of male appendages in her nearly thirty years as she was back then. She saw how he seemed to fuss with his coffee and knew she had stirred up his memory.

“You were the best,” she said quietly.

His eyes flicked to hers and they held each others gaze.

“Big and mean,” she added with a grin.

“That was then,” he finally replied feeling this should not be happening.

“Not much has changed with me,” she said evenly holding his gaze. “I can still get my ankles around my neck,” she added with a sly smile.

He stared at her. Yes she could do that. It had amazed him given she was turning thirty back then. She was doubled jointed and limber from dance class; she just hooked her feet behind her neck and he leaned over her and drilled her to her core. She loved it. He loved it. Now she was boasting she could still do it when she was over forty.

“I bet you’ve had nothing to compare since,” she said quietly; her eyes seemingly trying to mesmerize him.

He squirmed on his chair thinking briefly of his wife Ellen who was a large woman. Not fat or overweight, more the Amazon type. There was no way she could contort herself into the positions Nicky had been able to do. Sex with Ellen was conjugal; safe and familiar. Sex with Nicky had been a wild ride of excitement and daring. Steve glanced at the swell of Nicky’s firm breasts perched on her forearm she had resting at the table edge as she leaned forward studying him.

“An hour…no strings…for old times’ sake,” she said in a husky voice and held his gaze.

He swallowed hard. 

“What have you got to lose Steve,” she continued. “No strings…I have a partner now. Just an hour…that’s all we need,” she said leaning forward; her eyes locked on his.

“You have a partner…I’m married, the exact reasons we shouldn’t,” he stammered.

“That just makes it democratic…no strings…no romance…not an affair even. Just good solid sex in the afternoon…you and me…like before,” she said quietly. “For old times sake.”

He should just get up and leave. But the sex they had in the past was fantastic. 

“Where abouts?” he asked almost in a whisper after, a long pause.

“That’s the spirit,” she said with a smile. “My place…I said I’m between jobs so I have the days free. Rick and the kids are at work and school,” she added. “No strings…just in and out, literally,” she added with a grin.

He stared at her. She saw he was considering it seriously.

“Come on…let’s go. We’ll take my car. No point in having the neighbors interested to see your car pull up,” she said quickly standing up.

He sat toying with the coffee cup.

“Come on Steve…you can do this,”’ she said trying to urge him to stand and come with her.

“No strings?” he asked cautiously.

“No strings,” she reaffirmed emphatically.

Steve stood wearily. A feeling of excitement, yet tempered with a feeling of dread that he was yet again making a big mistake with her. She took an arm and led him quickly out of the mall and to her small Hyundai parked in the parking lot. She smiled at him as he got in and buckled his seat belt. Once they cleared the mall lot and onto the turnpike, she smiled sweetly at him and groped him playfully as they waited at the lights. 

“Oh yes…you’re up for this,” she chuckled.

He grinned sheepishly and slipped a hand inside her closest thigh. She giggled and lifted her hips foreword inviting him to touch her and he felt her plump sex as she moved off as the light changed to green. He toyed with her sex through her panties as she drove the car with a huge grin on her face. Steve thought of the last ill advised liaison he had had with her as they drove to her house. It had become volatile towards the end of the affair. As she became more involved with him she had tried to assert some control over him and come between him and Ellen; often denigrating his wife of then ten years. He had reacted in defense of his wife. This angered Nicky. She needed to be number one. It was her fundamental failing as a woman. Her insecurity drove her to insinuate herself into any group or relationship such that she was to be the alpha female, always. It was perhaps the single biggest failing in her history of bad work experiences which so often led her to being let go or move on of her own volition when relationships burst. She targeted the most attractive female associates and before long there was friction. Woman almost instantly disliked her. She targeted a male associate to be her ally; to run interference as she poisoned the workplace in an attempt to promote herself as number one. Controlling the man by sexual innuendo and promise; in Steve’s case, putting out willingly. She was a disaster at relationships both romantic and work related. She had no issue with age. She’d confessed she’d left high school to live with a guy in his thirties. This alienated her with her parents. When that relationship eventually failed, she’d had a series of relationships where age was not an issue as long a she was able to influence the man. Steve had been her older ally when she worked with him. He came to realize too late how destructive she was. By then she’d seduced him and he'd been to gullible to resist. The first time a furtive fuck as she bent over the bowl in a stall in the ladies room at work; as he held her dress up and screwed her with her panties crotch pulled to one side. She expertly goaded him to take her and he was turned on by her sense of daring. From there he went to her house and fucked her in her own bed. The sex was earthy and carnal. She was highly erotic and seemed insatiable.

“We’re here,” she said with a smile; her words rousing him from his recollection of their past.

She opened the garage door with the remote in the car and drove inside; closing the door and making him pause until it was shut.

“Don’t want our neighbors peering in seeing you get out of the car,” she said sweetly and got out of the car.

She led him through the bungalow to the master bedroom, pausing to throw her car keys on a sideboard in the dining room. The house was a modest three bedrooms; small but functional. Certainly not expensive although tastefully furnished to enhance it. As she walked up beside the bed she turned and looked at him. She was still holding the Victoria’s Secret bag and she delved into it and came out with a scrap of red and black material.

“My new purchase,” she said with a grin. “Would you like a show?”

He stared at the scrap of material blankly. She quickly stripped her plain white blouse and he saw the fullness of her breasts in the white bra she wore. She shucked the bra and fondled her breasts posturing suggestively at him, pulling the nipples a couple of times so they stood up; all the while staring at him with a knowing smile on her face. She had had no children and her breasts looked just as firm and taut as they had when she was thirty. She saw his interest and grinned as she twisted the short black skirt to undo the zipper. She pulled it down and he saw the bra matching white panties she wore. The embroidered panel in the front had a small bow at the center waist. She rolled the panties down her legs seductively and his eyes widened when he saw she was completely shaved. She grinned and then chuckled at his reaction and once the panties were discarded, she stood up straight and rubbed her hands over her hips and inner thighs. He saw a small tattoo to one side of her shaved pubis. A flower or perhaps some unknown motif; he wasn’t sure.

“Rick doesn’t like pubes in his teeth,” she said with a grin and licked her lips seductively.

“Oh God,” he heard himself mutter in a strangled voice.

“You like?” she asked with a wicked grin and posed for him; dragging her hands over her breasts and one hand teasingly roving close to her slit.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped and started ripping his pants open and pushing them to his ankles. He was rock hard jutting out under his polo shirt as he pushed her back against the side of the bed.

“Oh God yes baby…do it,” she growled. “Fuck me with that big cock,” she urged and she rolled on her back and lifted her legs high, opening herself up.

Steve needed no further urging. He advanced quickly and took the backs of her ankles and pushed her legs back towards her chest so her knees crushed her breasts. He didn’t care if she could still get her ankles around her neck or not; it was fine the way he had her trussed back and pinned to the bed. She reached for him eagerly and guided him to her.

“Oh fuck,” they cried in unison as he drove into her.

She was soaking wet. Turned on in anticipation of what was to come.

“Oh fuck you’re so big,” she gasped in his ear as he bent over her and began fucking her hard. 

“You dirty fucking cunt,” he growled, and she laughed crudely at his words.

“Do it baby…do this dirty fucking cunt…fuck it good baby,” She crooned, spurring him on as she felt the base of his cock with her hand pressed between them.

He fucked as if he were punishing her. Trying to hurt her for the hurtful things she said about his wife those years back. Punishing her too for trapping him in her poisonous games; and for taunting and ridiculing him when they stopped their affair. As he thrust and fucked she groaned and gibbered and urged him on. Steve leaned into her and the bed squeaked and complained under their assault. She came quickly. She had this amazing eroticism about her that she could orgasm vaginally just by penetration. He was spurred on by her pleasure, the male ego satisfied he gave her the release; she needed cock to get off. He shoved and rutted and eventually could hold it no longer, despite wanting to draw the fuck out to maximize his pleasure.

“You bitch…you fucking bitch,” he cried as he started cumming. “You fucking dirty gorgeous dirty fucking bitch,” he wailed as he leaned hard into her.

“Oh fuck that’s it baby…cum hard…cum in me…flood me,” she panted scratching his back deliberately with her nails.

She was determined to leave him with some explaining to do as her nails made weals on his skin. He wasn’t the only one that felt there was a sense of payback. He’d dumped her for his moose of a wife back then. He had been the best lover by far she’d had and she was sure she was the best ever fuck he’d had. She offered herself up and he turned her inside out. But he’d spurned her at the end and what riled her most was that his wife was oblivious to their affair; but unhappy about the pair working together. Nicky never had the satisfaction of rubbing it in to Ellen that she’d fucked Steve over and over again. Knowing how much Ellen had come to despise her, Nicky knew it would gut Ellen to hear the truth. But for some reason she had not spilled the beans as she threatened to Steve she would do as payback for his dumping her. She let him get away with it; until now?

***

“God that was amazing,” she whispered as he lay close to her; still with his shirt on and his pants around his ankles hooked above his sneakers.

She meant it. She hadn’t cum so hard since she could remember when. It was probably with Steve all those years ago. The procession of men between her legs since then seemed impotent compared to what Steve made her feel. Her partner Rick was a feeble disaster. He gave her the security and attention she craved; but he was a God-awful lay.

“It was,” he eventually agreed as he panted his way back to control of his breathing. “Fucking amazing.”

“Literally,” she chuckled and cradled his head.

After a few moments the post ejaculation blues hit. He realized what he’d done once more. He’d cheated on Ellen. Something he swore he’d never do again, since the time before; with Nicky. He pulled out of her and stood up.

“Oh God…put him back,” she chuckled. ”I’m leaking all over the place,” she added and felt between her legs as the semen dribbled back from her.

He started to pull his pants up and her hand shot out and stayed his progress.

“No strings,” she said quickly. “No need to rush off…an hour I said…and no strings.”

He paused and stared at her. He should go. But she wasn’t making any attempt to move. He’d come here in her car. He’d either have to wait until she was ready to take him back to the mall or get a cab.

He relented. She coaxed him out of his clothes and they crawled naked onto the bed. He wondered at how she could fuck him in what was essentially her marital bed with her partner. She had no qualms apparently. As he lay on the bed she got off and he watched with amusement as she fished into the lingerie bag and dressed herself in the day’s purchase. A pair of stockings; black with lacy red tops that she smoothed high up her thighs. A pair of minuscule red and black panties she’d waved at him earlier. She pulled them on and posed in a ‘ta-daaa’ pose before him. He lay watching her and stroked his cock.

“God you’re big and beautiful,” she said, her posturing distracted by his jacking his cock. 

She leaned over the bed and took him in her hand and began sucking his cock. This started a second fuck which they both drew out as long a possible. He could stay hard but knew cumming would not be quick, now he had cum once so recently. She wanted it just like that; his cock hard without shooting his bolt too soon. They rolled on the bed as he fucked her in various positions. The panties crotch stretched aside so he could eat her for some time before entering her in the missionary position. Then some sucking of his cock as he fingered her then rolled her on her hands and knees and fucked her deeply doggie fashion. Some more sucking by her and then she rode him cowgirl for five or six minutes before twisting without unsheathing him, and doing it reverse cowgirl. She watched herself reflected in the dresser mirror against the wall opposite the foot of the bed; rising and falling on his cock and seeing it disappear and reappear as she went up and down. All through the coupling they verbally teased and jibed at each other. Nicky urged him on and cooed in appreciation when he eventually rolled her on her back and pilloried her deeply with his cock. He pulled out briefly in one of his moments of self-control to avoid cumming, and she reached for his cock and pushed it down and lifted her groin against him so he nudged at her tight anal rose. He held her gaze and she smiled wickedly at him.

“Fuck me in the ass Stevie,” she cooed.

He hated being called Stevie; she knew that and so she was taunting him.

He pushed against her and she lifted her hips a little at the same time reaching back towards the nightstand.

“We need a little help,” she gasped as he wrestled to push the head of his cock past the stiff sphincter. 

She retried a battered tube of KY and handed it to him. Steve lubed her ass, pushing two fingers deeply into her as she sighed and moaned her appreciation. He wiped the residue of the KY on his cock and as he positioned himself to sodomize her, Nicky put her hands under her buttocks and jacked them up so he had the right angle. He slid into her ass with three sharp shoves and she sighed.

“Fuck my tight ass lover-boy,” she gasped and she bit lightly into his shoulder as the pang of discomfort throbbed in her crotch. 

He sodomized her slowly. Using the full length of his cock to shove deep and then pull back tantalizingly close to disengaging. Then he would push back with a rush causing her to groan. He did this for several minutes and soon she was moaning constantly. Her hand pushed between them with the fingers twirling her clitoris. She had not been ass-fucked for ages; something she had learned to enjoy immensely. Something she could never get her partner Rick to do. She enjoyed it and reveled in the control she had over Steve. As she became increasingly aroused by her fingers masturbating herself as he fucked her ass, she began shifting her hips around and urging him on. Steve lost it. He rose up on his tip-toes and braced his hands beside her shoulders and he swayed and rocked back and forth into her; reaming her to the core. She loved it and began wailing and moaning as the first orgasm ripped through her. He fucked her deeper, spurred on by her reaction and the two humped against each other as a series of smaller orgasm consumed Nicky until she had to take her hand away from her clitoris as she was so over-sensitized to her touch. Steve groaned and growled as he spewed into her ass, flooding her bowel and eventually collapsed on top of her.

***

It was over an hour and a half when she dropped him back at the Mall. Letting him out at Macy’s front door so he could walk through the mall to where he had parked his car. He still had his purchase to make at the sports shop, that colliding with her had interrupted. As he wandered towards the sports shop on the first level, he felt great. She had been true to her word; no strings. He knew where she lived, although it might be a struggle to find his way back. But most importantly she had no idea where he lived or worked. She could not find him again. It was a little curious though that she never attempted to get his number. He felt smug about what had happened; and he'd got away with it again. He had a sense of regret but the fact he felt bullet proof about not being caught, he let it ride and the guilt waned. As Nicky tidied up the bed where they had fucked, she smiled knowingly to herself. He wouldn’t know until he undressed for bed. His wife would see the hickey on his shoulder left by her teeth as he fucked her ass. The raking weals from her nails on his back would still be red. Even if both sets of blemishes subsided over the evening, she was sure there was enough of a trail to pose some serious questions from his horsey wife. She smiled sweetly as the prospect of Steve trying to explain how he came by the marks that were synonymous with sexual fervor. Besides, Nicky had managed to squirt a hint of her perfume on his shirt when he’d gone into the bathroom to piss. He had some explaining to do, of that she was sure. Pity Ellen would never know it was Nicky he had been with; unless of course he confessed. Nicky grinned knowing Ellen would take it ten times harder than any affair he could have with someone other than her.

Her mobile phone rang and she looked at the number and smiled.

“Tommy…how’s my favorite fireman?” she said sweetly, answering the call.

She paused as the caller spoke.

“About twenty minutes,” she said in answer to a question. “Just let me freshen up. Oh…and by the way…I’ve got something nice for you to see,” she said with a broad grin on her face, and stroked the leg of the stockings she was still wearing. “I’m sure you’re gonna like it,” she said with a throaty chuckle.



The End

Watch out for Nicky…she’ll not be far away.


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