A Date with Alice

 

HenryG

This was one of my first stories posted at White Shadow and, judging from the comments I received, one of my best. After two years I've reviewed and edited it, changing the emphasis. This is now much more the story I should have written the first time.

(MF, rom, work)

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Chapter 1

My name is Mike Stevens. No-one special, just the son of a barrow boy from the east end of London . Dad was the last of a long family line of operators of the “Stevens’ Eels” barrow. Every day he’d be out on the streets from dawn til evening selling his range of culinary delights – jellied eels, pies, cockles, whelks and pies with liquor. He worked his arse off for not a lot of cash but he was the salt of the earth, a real local character. He was also a great dad. On a Saturday he’d take me to see the home games at the Arsenal and we always got on great.

You may of noticed that I said “the last in the family line”. Well I broke the chain. Sure I’m still a barrow boy of sorts but I tout my trade in the stock exchange instead of behind a barrow. To tell you the truth, it’s a nice little earner.

You know I'm really just an ordinary sort of a guy. Twenty-five years old without any ties (so far I've avoided the tender trap of marriage), a nice little job in a bank in the city of London and a BMW outside my Notting Hill Gate flat. I'm an accounts manager in a well known bank. My basic pay is about quarter a mill but it’s the annual bonuses which make the job worth having. Last year my total earnings were a mill and a half – not bad eh?

My old man and ma are well chuffed with me – they should be, I bought ‘em a place in the rebuilt docklands - a nice little place near Tower Bridge costing a snip at a mill. I got a sister as well. She has a little flat in Bayswater which I bought her.

You know it’s important to look after family. You don’t know how important they are until they’ve gone. While my cash is nice, its even better to give it to your loved ones.

In the office there are five of us - all male, young, well off and randy. Life revolves very sweetly arond earning a wad and then spending it on fast cars, smart holidays and pulling the birds. In fact there's a sort of running competition between our little band of five to see who can pull the best birds. When a new female joins the office it's almost all out war to see who gets into her pants first. The girls here are great and most are up for it if push comes to shove but it's the new meat that keeps the interest up - if you get my drift. By the way, if you are politically correct and find my views unacceptable, tough - get a life. Lots of birds I know have great minds but where they really perform is between the sheets. A lot of women say that men only think with what they have in their pants. That may be true but none of the birds I’ve shagged have ever complained about the size of my intellect!

Back to my tale. The start of my decline was heralded one day when the section manager announced that his personal secretary (a nice little number with 38DD tits, a cunt like the grand canyon and a very generous nature) was in the family way and was leaving to get married. What surprised me was that it wasn’t any of our gang of five to blame – we had all given her cunt a good whitewashing in the past. Apparently the forthcoming event was the result of a little “how’s your father” with a Greek waiter.

Her replacement was joining the bank the next week. Immediately bets were on and chat-up lines were being rehearsed – who would be first to give her a thorough reaming.

The next Monday she arrived - a small but nicely rounded chick with black hair pulled back in a bun and round rimless glasses. She was dressed in a severe grey suit with a skirt down to her knees. She was quite pretty if you could see past her obvious disguise. All attempts by the guys to attract her interest were rebuffed with a cold stare. She was going to be a challenge. Her name was Alice Morgan.

Bad luck would have it that I had to go to Japan on business the following week and it looked like I would lose the race to conquer Alice . It looked like I would be losing a few quid on the bets I had laid but such was life.

 

The trip to Japan worked out very well. I closed a couple of deals which netted me close to half a mill in commission and I had a very enjoyable time in a number of very select geisha houses. You know there’s something about a slim Japanese woman which turns me on every time.

When I returned to the office two weeks later I expecting to hear how Alice had been given a thorough porking by one of the guys. To my amazement the guys were walking around like whipped dogs. The story was the same from all of them - all attempts to persuade Alice into bed had failed miserably. None had even got her out on a date. It was pathetic to see such fine figures of men beaten into submission. Time for me to show them who’s boss!!

I got one of the girls to let me see Alice ’s her personnel file – it’s surprising what the offer of dinner and a good poking will get you. All I found out was that she was 24, unmarried and liked horse riding and classical music. Not much to go on, particularly when you consider that nearest I get to a horse is in the betting shop.

OK, not much to work with so music it had to be. A couple of years before I had had a relationship with a cello player in the London Symphony Orchestra. Apart from fucking my brains out, she taught me a fair bit about music.

As luck would have it, the promenade concerts were about to start. (for those of you not from the UK , the promenade concerts are a series of concerts held in the Royal Albert Hall in London during the summer months) A quick look at the program gave me my lead. The next Saturday there was a concert of English music including Elgar's Enigma Variations and Delius' Brigg Fair - both guaranteed to bring a tear of happiness to the eye of the most hard hearted Brit. Here was the key to her pants.

Using a contact I obtained two tickets and with a tap on the door slipped into Alice 's office. Putting on my most innocent expression I launched my attack. "Er excuse me Alice, I wonder if you can help me out?," I began. "I have two tickets for the Saturday promenade concert but my sister, who was going with me, has had to call it off. You look like the only person in the office who would appreciate the concert, would you be interested in coming?"

"You do surprise me, Mr Stevens," she replied coldly, " I thought you were only interested in drink and sex." She had already heard about my reputation and she was smart enough to realize why the guys had all tried to date her.

This wasn't going to be easy. I sat down.

"There is a lot of truth in what you say," I replied. "My social life is perhaps excessively decadent to most but I do actually have interests that I don't announce to everyone at office" (maybe an insulted and hurt response would help). "Anyway, if you're not interested never mind I’ll find some else who might enjoy a cultural evening." and I turned to leave.

As my had reached for the door, she spoke again in a rather warmer tone. "Actually I would love to go, Delius is one of my favorite composers."

Amazing! Round one to me. "I'll meet you outside the Hall at eight o'clock ," I replied and left.

The game was on but what tactics would work?

 

Chapter 2

My appearance was going to be all important. I could not risk appearing in my best "bird pulling" gear. This lady needed stealth and cunning. Our seats were in the main body of hall and evening dress seemed excessive. I selected a dark blue silk suit, white shirt and navy blue tie with a red stripe. Elegant and smart but nicely understated. Rather than use my turbo-charged bird pulling cologne, I decided a subtler approach was needed for Alice . A slightly scented face balm was employed instead after my shower and shave. Clean smelling and slightly sexy without being overpowering. I felt rather like a fly-fisherman stalking a particularly nervous trout.

She looked stunning. Gone was the frumpy suit. She was dressed in a nice little black dress which showed enough of her ample cleavage to give me hope. Her jet black hair was worn loose and fell nicely over her shoulders. Gone were the glasses. I had a hard-on in seconds. "Steady on tiger," I murmured to myself, "don't lose the plot now."

She smiled as I said hello and I gave her a slight kiss on the cheek - just enough to greet her without blowing my cover. Her perfume was subtle but overwhelming.

The concert was tremendous and just as I hoped Alice found the music nicely moving and as we left she linked her arm in mine and leant slightly me. The next step was tricky. "Would you like some supper?," I asked. "Hmmmm, that would be nice," she replied. I knew this little place in the West End which served excellent French cuisine, and of course the owner was a good friend. (successful seduction requires thorough planning!)

A simple nicoise salad and a steak washed down with a choice Burgundy got us both in a mellow frame of mind. We spoke quietly over coffee. With careful probing Alice began to fill me in on her background. She had graduated in English and was currently gaining experience in the banking world. Working as a personal assistant provided excellent experience while she decided on her next step. She did not intend to stay as a PA for long. – she was ambitious.

She had a small flat in Bayswater and had lived in London for 2 years. She enjoyed the work at our bank but found the other members of our little gang of five all rather irritating and childish. She was amazed that they believed that any woman would want to jump into bed with them at the drop of a hat. She actually commented that I was a little different and at least I hadn't tried to put my hand on her backside ("not yet," I thought). I replied that I was grateful for her comment and that I did try to respect other members of staff ("you lying bastard," I again thought)

It was getting a little late and we caught a taxi to her flat. As we stopped outside I realized that the most crucial stage had been reached. "Mike, I really enjoyed this evening. I have to say that I had serious doubts over going out with you but you have been a revelation. Your knowledge of music shows that you are not a shallow as I first believed." she said. "Would you like to come in for a nightcap?" Paydirt!!! I was in!!! "Yes, would like that very much," I said, masking my excitement.

Her flat was small but very nicely furnished. Here was a lady of style. I went through to the lounge and I sat down on a leather sofa. It was warm and I asked if she minded if I took of my jacket. "Go ahead" she called from the kitchen. Soon she came in with a tray. On it was a jug of fresh coffee and a bottle of brandy with two snifters. She then went over to the stereo put on a modern jazz CD and sat down on the couch next to me. This was a serious atmosphere for chilling and soon we were talking like old friends. Soon I noticed that the booze was beginning to affect both of us and soon we were sitting closely. This was the time to make my move and I leant over and kissed her. She moaned and kissed me back.

Soon we were into some real deep kissing and I could sense Alice becoming aroused. I took a chance and put my hand on her knee.

She froze!

Shit, I had misplayed the game and blown it. To my surprise, instead of pushing me away however she quietly said "Please don't, I'm a virgin."

To say I was surprised understates things. My mind was racing, what could I do? Then, inspiration. "That's OK, I understand," I said in my most understanding tone, “I was being unjustifiably presumptuous.”

"Sorry but I come from a strict background and I have always sworn that I will be a virgin on my wedding night," she added.

Damn, my chances had gone down the pan, but I was determined not to leave without some fun. "Do you trust me?," I asked. "I think so," Alice replied. "OK, there are other ways you can enjoy yourself without fucking," I added, "Take off your skirt and tights."

Alice blushed and hesitated. After a moments thought she stood up and nervously biting her lip took off her dress and pulled down her tights. Her underwear was simple but a real turn on. No, not a G string or thong, but simple matching cotton bra and panties.

"OK, go lie on the bed," I said, and she obeyed.

You should now understand that one of my talents is giving head and Alice was about to experience all my skills. I leant over her and kissed her navel. Her hands instinctively went to my head to stop me but as I continued she moaned ,shivered and her hand dropped onto the bed. I gently nibbled my way down her body to her fleshy pubic mound. Her panties felt soft on my lips and I could smell her musky cunt. I tried to ease her legs apart but she resisted.

I looked up and said "It's OK, I won't hurt you. If I do anything you don’t like just say ‘No’ and I will stop immediately."

"I'm afraid I might be smelly down there." she said blushing furiously.

"You do but it's the best smell in the world," I said.

She smiled and parted her legs. I planted a firm kiss on her clit. Even through her panties she felt enough to make her gasp. The gusset of her panties were damp and slightly stained. I ran my tongue down it savouring the slight tang of her urine and other juices.

Like many dark haired women Alice was pretty hairy and tufts of hair poked out from the legs of her panties - wow that was sexy. I moved my lips down her legs and gently ran my tongue down her foot. This is a risky strategy and can be a passion killer if the woman is ticklish. No problem here, she loved it. I sucked gently on each toe running my tongue between them tasting her slight sweaty flavour. From her movements I could tell that Alice was ready for more.

"Can I take off your panties?," I asked. Alice blushed again and hesitated. "I promise I won't do anything you don't want," I added - and I meant it. Giving her the maximum pleasure was all I wanted now. Even though my cock was fit to burst I was having too much fun taking Alice into unknown sexual territory. (if they ever develop a university course on fucking maybe I'll apply for professorship) She nodded and raised her lower body slightly. I eased down her panties and the glory of her hairy snatch was revealed. It was incredible.

In my experience many women find contact of their clit too much early on in sex and prefer pressure on the area just above it. Alice was no exception and she started to gasp as I sucked deeply on her hairy pubis. After a while I took her erect clit, which was surprisingly big, and sucked into my mouth rather like a woman sucking a cock. She nearly fell off the bed!! To give a chance to recover I moved my tongue down and lapped at her cunt. It was really small and I could feel her complete hymen as I probed with my tongue.

Suddenly she spoke in a small voice. "Mike, would you lick my bum?" You know there are some words like fuck and arsehole which just sound crude when spoken by a woman. Other words like bum are somehow sexier. Coming from Alice in her small quiet voice it was almost painfully cute. She knew what she wanted to say but was too shy to use cruder words. "OK I said" She rolled over and pushed her arse towards me. Her pubic hair extended into the darker brown pigmented area around her anus and in the middle was her small puckered hole. I sniffed and absorbed the slight musk from her anus and gently licked. She reacted like a horse spooked by a rattle snake. My tongue had obviously hit the spot. I licked harder in a circular motion pressing from time to time in the centre. More and more she gasped and her anus began to open and I pushed my tongue in and out. I’ve never been turned on by shit play and I could taste the bitterness of the smears of shit inside her sphincter but doing it to such a cutie wasn’t too bad. I was fucking her ass with my tongue and she pushed to meet me as my tongue went in.

That was it, she gave a squeal and loud moan and orgasmed. I was amazed. As she rolled over I could see from the deep pink flush on her neck and upper chest that her reaction was no fake. I couldn't believe that anyone could orgasm from being rimmed but here was the evidence.

He lay back with her sigh, her eyes closed. After a moment I realized that the booze and the orgasm must have been too much for Alice because I realized she had drifted off to sleep. The slight smile on her face was enough satisfaction for me.

Gently I undid her bra, mainly because I wanted to see her tits, and pulled the blanket over her and left the bedroom. After adjusting my throbbing cock in my pants I turned off the light, left the flat and walked home. I hadn't had it my way but I didn't mind - a quick wank later would sort out that.

 

Chapter 3

Sunday mornings are sacrosanct to me. I usually creep out of bed around nine, shower and then spend two hours drinking coffee and reading the paper. The next day was no exception and I was quietly pondering the Times crossword when the phone rang. It was Alice . She said hello in a rather subdued voice and asked if we could meet. The day was nice and sunny and I suggested we meet in a small pub I know opposite Hyde Park at 12.00.

I had hardly started my first pint of ale when Alice arrived. She was wearing a bright sun dress, her hair was worn down and she looked pretty as a picture. I brought her a drink and we sat in a quiet corner of the pub.

"I want to apologize for my behaviour last night," she began.

"I don't know what you mean," I replied in confusion.

"I shouldn't have fallen asleep the way I did and left you to let your self out." came he reply. "Also, I hope you didn't mind doing those things I asked you to do. I don’t want you to think I’m a filthy slut."

I had enough of this. "Am I complaining?," I asked. "First of all I was pleased to do whatever you asked and the fact that you fell asleep makes no difference. You enjoyment was enough for me. Certainly I’ve bedded more women than the average bloke but I have made certain every time that they all have as much if not more fun than I had. Sex is as much about giving than taking. Last night I gave, and it was extremely pleasurable. “

I leant forward and whispered. “Did you know that you have the tastiest pussy I’ve had the pleasure of licking?”

Alice blushed deep red and gasped, putting her hand to her mouth.

“Secondly you must learn to stop apologizing and start enjoying yourself. There is no need for you to be shy or embarrassed about sex." I continued in my sternest voice rather like a father telling off his daughter. Up to now I couldn't give a toss about a bird's feelings, only whether she enjoyed a good fuck. Somehow with Alice things were different.

Alice looked relieved. "Mike, I want to make amends, would you like to come around to my flat for lunch?" Naturally I accepted.

Lunch was a delight, salad, fresh bread, plenty of chilled white wine. Something still bothered me about the previous night and I came out with it.

" Alice , forgive my curiosity, but I can't believe the way you orgasmed as I rimmed your rear"

She blushed a little and said explained how her anus had always been her most sensitive area and how while all her friends at school masturbated by rubbing their clits or pushed a vibrator into their cunts, all she needed was to push a finger or other suitable object into her ass.

Her favorite toy was a thick German candle which had a rippled surface rather like tree bark. This was guaranteed to bring her off. She pointed at the candle on her table. It was huge, getting on for two inches in diameter and about a foot long.

“How the heck do you get that inside your bum?” I asked.

Alice gave a small smile. “Practice”

Because her friends did not get the same sensations from their asses as Alice she started to worry that she was abnormal and became withdrawn. This has led to shyness and the cold facade she put on at work. She had never had a boyfriend.

I'm not a psychologist but I couldn't see that she really had any problems. What she needed was a good dose of reality to clear away her misplaced repression. I explained to her that there aren't really any particular sexual practices which are normal or abnormal. Some, such as paedophilia are universally unacceptable, but otherwise it's all about what turns you on and whether you do any harm. If her ass does the business for her then fine. No-one was entitled to judge her.

Alice suddenly said "Mike, I want to pay you back for last night. Stand up and take off your clothes."

Being an obedient sort of guy I did just that. Just as I reached just my under pants Alice grabbed me and started to tongue my navel. Wow, was that good. "Slow down," I gasped, "I want to see you naked."

Without any hesitation Alice stripped. She looked amazing, her tits were full but didn't sag in any way. She had pert, dark nipples which were erect. Her dark bush spread across her lower belly and formed a thin line up to her navel. Before I could look further she knelt down and started to kiss my cock through my pants. She slowly pulled my pants down and took my cock in her mouth. She had the softest of mouths and she gently sucked as she moved my cock in and out of her mouth. I groaned how good it was.

Alice stopped, looked up at me and said "Believe it or not, yours is the first I have ever seen or sucked. Let me know if I’m not doing it right." And resumed her sucking.

She certainly was a fast learner. Her tongue traced it's way to my balls and she took each one in turn into her mouth. Her tongue continued it's way down and soon she was greedily lapping at my anus. By this time I was seriously ready to shoot and I thought my cock would explode at any time. Alice eased two fingers into my ass and gently rubbed my prostrate. At the same time she resumed sucking my cock. This was too much and I told her that I was about to cum.

In reply she sucked harder and my gism spurted thickly into her mouth. He mouth filled quickly and white fluid escaped the sides of her mouth and dripped onto her perfect tits. She sat back, mouth full, with a look of indecision.

“The big question is, do you spit or swallow.” I helpfully told her.

After a moment of thought she swallowed.

"That tasted good," Alice exclaimed as she licked my cock clean. I wasn't in a fit state to reply.

Later we lay on the bed resting. Alice was slowly pushing her finger in and out of her ass with obvious enjoyment "Would your ass like some more attention," I asked. "Definitely," she replied, "but I would like to try some other things. Do you want to fuck my bum?" she asked. "Yes please," I naturally replied.

“Let me get it ready,” Alice replied with a grin. She went into the bathroom and returned with a tube of KY. She grabbed her candle went into the bedroom.

“Come on,” he called.

By the time I had got to the bedroom Alice was lying on the bed, legs in the air, pushing her fingers into her well greased butt-hole.

“Put some KY on the candle, please.” She asked.

I greased the candle well, gave it to her and I watch in amazement as she eased it into her rear. Alice panted gently as she eased inch after inch into her. For the next couple of minutes she pushed it in and out getting more and more exciting.  

Suddenly she pulled it out giving me a first rate view of her dilated butt hole.

“Your turn Mike” and she squatted over me and lowered herself onto my now throbbing cock. Her anus was relaxed and open and my cock slid easily into her. Alice gasped loudly and pushed down until her arse pressed against my balls. I have a pretty decent sized cock which is both long and fat and I was surprised how easily she took it all. "This is better than a candle," Alice grinned and she started to ride my cock up and down. With every stroke her gasps got louder and her face redder. I could also feel my cock swelling. Just before I came Alice 's eyes opened wide -"I hope you don't get too much bigger" she gasped.

We came together, Alice with loud gasps and squeals, me with thick jets of cum into her bowels. As Alice came I felt her gut convulse as though trying to pull me deeper inside. The sensation was so strong that it felt as if my own guts were being pushed out of my cock. Slowly we subsided an Alice sat down on me so that all my cock was deep inside her.

"Er... we have a little problem." Alice looked at me with an expression of perplexity on her red, sweating face.

I felt a pang of apprehension.

"What problem?"

Alice saw my look of concern and laughed.

"The problem is how do I get to the bathroom without your cum dribbling out onto the carpet."

"Hmm I see what you mean," I replied.

After a moments thought , Alice reached over to the bedside table and picked up her wine glass. She lifted herself off my cock and held the glass under her ass to catch the cum as it poured out. She pushed until with a loud fart most of the fluid poured out. She held the glass up to look at the white juice it contained.

"I hear that man juice contains a lot of protein. I suppose I shouldn't waste it."

Then with as much an expression of ecstasy as a connoisseur of wine she drank my juice down and then licked the glass clean.  

"Tasty." came her response.

I hadn’t seen anything like this, even in the bluest of porn clips.

We were both pretty hot and sweaty so we slipped into the shower for half an hour of mutual soaping. If you haven't tried it, give it a go - its the next best thing to all out sex.

 

Chapter 4

Later...

We sat relaxing on the couch, drinking coffee. Never had I felt a more complete sense of ease. With Alice I felt that I had found everything I needed in a woman. Great looks coupled with a element of  vulnerability but also an honest strength of character. I had feelings I had never before felt about this woman.

Our reverie was suddenly broken by Alice .

 

She looked pensive. "Look Mike, I'm a little confused as where we go from here. I don't want to pressurise you at all but I feel there is a certain chemistry between us. I get the impression that you're not strong on commitment but I need to understand where we might be going. I don't want to loose this thing we have going but I can't compromise my beliefs concerning my virginity. What are we going to do?" 

For a guy like me whose motto was " Ich kam, ich sah, ich eroberte, ich bewog an " - "I came, I saw, I conquered, I moved on", this was new territory.

For once my heart and head were in accord - this was a real foxy lady who had everything, both physical and cerebral, that a guy could want. I didn't want to lose this. Finally I said something that I never thought I would hear myself say:

 

" Alice , I believe I love you dearly, I think you're great company and a wonderful person, and I respect your views. I want nothing more than to stay with you and to continue our relationship. Will you consider for the time being that we continue the good work we have started and see how it develops?"

 

Alice didn't speak, she just nodded with smile and kissed me deeply.

Epilogue

So it was agreed, we were now an item... but what about work? I had to get the heat off Alice from the other guys.

And so it was that when I reached work the next day I met up with the rest of the gang of five in the smoking room.

"Any luck with Alice ," was the question. "No," I replied, "She basically told me to clear off when I asked her for a date.”

“I also have it on very good authority that she is in fact a lesbian."