After Work Excess Page 7

  I thought about a suitable response for a few minutes and then decided that the last thing that I needed tonight, was to be sat here with Jamie, having to explain that he wasn't actually what I was looking for at the moment, or ever for that matter! I therefore sent him a short reply saying 'Sorry I'm out tonight, but I can meet you for an hour on Sunday - at lunchtime, if you like?'

  Thankfully he didn't reply, and so with my ever increasing message of disinterest hopefully beginning to finally sink in, I settled down on the sofa, clicking the TV on and opened a bottle of white wine.

  I'd just finished my third glass when the door-bell rang, and it must have been almost 11pm. Reluctantly, I opened the door to see that Jamie was stood before me holding a take-away pizza box, a McDonald’s bag and a box of Kentucky Friend Chicken, as he said “I saw that the lights were on, and I thought that you might have the munchies after your night out?”

  I couldn't help but smile, feeling totally left footed, as I had already lied to him about my night out, and now here he was – before me with an exuberant display of take away junk food. “Well, I guess that you'd better come in...”

  “Cool, it's freezing out there.” he proclaimed before hanging his puffa jacket up in my hallway, as if he was my boyfriend, returning home from yet another lads night out.

  “I guess you'll want a drink then, with all that food?”

  “No 'Samantha', as that fat man at the bank calls you, I've thought of everything”, as he went back to his jacket and pulled out two bottles of cobra lager from his deep pockets.

  “I'm not sure I want one of them though, as I've already had three glasses of wine...” I explained.

  “Nonsense,” he began, before opening the parcels of food and spreading them out on the coffee table before me, and adding “you're gonna need a drink to help you get through this lot!”

  “What, you mean that this is all for me?”

  “No you dumb arse, I'm kind, but not that kind, now tuck in!”

  I sat beside him, with the volume turned down on the TV and helped myself to a slice of pipping hot take away pizza. It was a thoughtful gesture, the sort of gesture that you would expect someone to make for a friend that was suffering from flu, although that didn't hide the fact that we still needed to have that talk.

  A little later and with all that remained of our food, only fit for the bin, I said “Christ I feel stuffed now...”

  “Me too,” Jamie replied, before adding “is that Lost DVD still in the player..?”

  “I think so, yes...” I replied, before adding, “but haven't you got to be heading home soon?”

  “Yes, but I've got time for just one episode...”

  He then grabbed for the remote, as we both naturally found our way over to the sofa. I guess that I could have kicked him out there and then, but he had brought me all of that food, and all he wanted now was to watch one episode with me, and hopefully – at some point during it, I could initiate our talk. He pressed the play button, and the machine thankfully sprang to life, continuing from just where we had left off on the previous weekend. After all of that food and a whole bottle of wine, I was just thankful to be able to lie back, next to him and switch off for a bit...

  It must have been mid-way through the episode when I must have dosed off, and was then gently awoken to see the credits rolling on my small flat-screen TV.

  “Hey Miss sleepy head, you must have dosed off, after all that food?”

  “Yeah, I guess so...” I weakly replied.

  I noted that my dressing gown was still neatly secured and that he hadn't attempted to initiate any sort of sexual advance on me, as I asked “What's the time?”

  “A little after mid-night, so are you going to bed?”

  “I think I need to yes...”

  “Do you want me to go home, or are you happy for me to stay over?”

  I lifted my weight up from the sofa, and balanced back on my hands, as I looked back and across at him. I didn't need to say anything, for that I was sure. My look was a clear indication that I was happy for him to stay over, as long as he didn't have any kind of alternative motive to try it on with me, once under the covers.

  Thankfully the look that he gave me back said that he certainly understood, and so feeling comfortable in his company, I said “Come on let's get to bed, as I'm knackered...”

  ***

  I had no idea as to what the time was when I finally awoke, but with a shard of sunlight, streaming in through the slight break in the centre of my bedroom curtains, I guessed that it was fairly late. However, it was Saturday after-all. I was thankful for the fully bed-warmed covers that were wrapped tightly around my body, but I was also aware that Jamie's body was snugly spooned behind mine. It was at the point that I also noted that he was clearly experiencing something of a wake-up call from deep within his loins.

  “Hey you, are you awake?” I called back to him softly.

  “Yeah – Kind of...” he eventually murmured.

  I took a moment to think things through, feeling conscious that I still needed to have that chat with him at some point this morning, if only to lower his expectations about what he could expect out of our friendship. Now I know that I had hardly been an innocent party to all of our recent sexual exploits, but in having refused to go all the way with him, I still had a limited window of opportunity to explain my position without seeming like I was a total bitch.

  I then interrupted my own chain of thoughts, placing Jamie on a higher standing, as I mused that although I was tired when we had finally retreated to the bedroom, I had chosen to sleep in just my navy blue knickers, as I had obviously felt confident that I could trust him. I could remember that we fell asleep with one of his hands snugly wrapped around my bed-warmed, and naked breasts, but that he had not tried to press me for anything further than to simply hold me.

  Maybe he had inadvertently already got the message.

  We lay there for several more minutes, before his hand, which was resting just under my right breast, moved downwards, at first gently stroking my ribcage, and then my taught stomach, before moving outwards, and innocently tracing out the shape of my hips and right thigh. His touch was both gentle and sensual, as I lay there having no part to play – and quite simply enjoyed the moment.

  Jamie’s hand then moved behind me, and across my knicker-clad buttocks, not quite as innocently as he had started out, but it also wasn't in an overly-sexual way. He then moved back up my body, tracing the ridge-back contours of my spine, before reaching around me to cup my right breast – locating my puffy nipple in an instant and gently caressing it, before giving it a playful squeeze. Now I know what you're thinking, and that is that at this point that I probably should have said something, but strangely I chose not to, determined to play this game of sexual Russian-roulette, until I would no-doubt pull back from this lazy escapade at the last minute to begin initiating that talk.

  Maybe I'd missed that moment already though, that moment where I could walk away with out appearing like a total bitch, as his hand once again began to slide southwards.

  Without so much as a word of disapproval, Jamie's stealth like fingers eased under the elastic at the front of my knickers, and progressed further, stroking through my neatly trimmed public hair, before reaching their final destination – my rapidly increasing wetness. Strangely seeming to sense that time maybe against him, and that I may soon tell him to stop – he immediately managed to locate my engorged button. With a mature display of sexual-prowess, that was far beyond his tender years, he'd managed to part my folds in-order to begin a debilitating, but intensely pleasurable attack on my swollen clitoris.

  I thrust my head back towards his, feeling like a helpless passenger to his touch, as he breathed the scent of my dishevelled blonde hair in deeply. His fingers were increasing their pressure on my swollen bud, as every move and sound that my body expressed showed him that he had me.

  He broke away from me for just a second though, only to grapple with my na
vy blue knickers, to deftly sweep them to one side of my pussy, and it was at that point that I tried to seize what I had anticipated to be my only moment, as I said “Listen Jamie – we need to talk...”

  With my once protective knickers now redundant and relieved of their duties, he used his overly long right arm, and incredibly long fingers to re-establish his position, but now with even more conviction. Being such a tall guy, he was then able to reach further down, delving two of his fingers deeply into my undeniable wetness, before drawing back to alternatively sink me deeper into submission, as he again raised his fingers and massaged my desperately swollen clitoris with an ever increasing intensity.

  “Talk about what?” he breathed into my blonde hair.

  Unable to utter a coherent response, as his dual finger fucking momentarily made me lose my train of thought, I again repeated my initial opening comment of “We need to talk...”

  Obviously realising that I was clearly lost in the moment, Jamie took advantage of my weakened state of mind, and used the angle of his forearm to further part my willing thighs, before frantically rubbing at my helpless button. He then drew his fingers back to his own mouth, in order to lick them, adding further lubrication. Even in my current state of mind, I certainly didn't think that I needed any extra lubrication, but when he replaced them onto my clitoris, he showed me just how a little extra wetness was about to pay huge dividends for me, on my journey into what was surely going to become a mind blowing orgasm, and my first at his seemingly skilful hands.

  I knew exactly what was coming, and Jamie certainly didn't disappoint, as he relentlessly rubbed my poor clitoris with an ever increasing sense of pressure and speed, before alternatively sinking his fingers inside me to lubricated them from within, before getting back to the task in hand. I pressed my head back towards his, with my long blonde hair wrapped around my neck, as I moved my right hand to squeeze my own breast, and then tweak my expectant nipple, to push me well over the edge. I should have been more aware of it, but his penis had been nestled with intent - between my thighs all along, just below my sluttishly wet entrance. All I could think of though was total blankness, as with one last overly hard tweak of my own nipple, and the continued barrage from his touch, I began to loudly and quite helplessly orgasm for him. I cried out so loudly that it made my previous orgasms, in this same bed – with John, simply pail into insignificance, as Jamie eased off the pressure but continued to extract the pleasure from my soul, determined for me not to miss out on a single knee buckling shudder.

  With my orgasm subsiding, he took advantage of my sexually-impaired state and used his fingers, in a V-like formation, to part the already distended entrance to my vagina, in readiness to accept his patient member. I was acutely aware of his intentions, and did not utter a word of resistance as his slim cock began to effortlessly ease into me from behind. As I felt his bare skin stretch my inner-walls, I thought that he might have asked me whether I wanted him to wear a condom, but instead we were both silent, and I for one knew that there was no turning back from this point onwards.

  He eased back and forth from behind me, and with his roaming hands now free to explore, as he quickly locked his right hand around my right breast, taking over from when I had left off, as he paid careful attention to my rock hard, dark brown nipple.

  With my senses once again sharpened, I breathed back to him “Do you want me to go on-top?”

  He revelled in his own new found power, giving me a few more strokes from behind, before replying with “I want you do do something for me first...”

  “You want me to do something for you?” I asked, in slight shock, as he eased himself out of me, in preparation for me to squat over his naked body.

  With me positioned on my side, and facing him for the first time that morning, I asked “So what is it then?”

  “I want you to take that ring off, if we're going to actually have sex...”

  “Surely we've already begun to have sex haven't we?” I replied, clearly stalling for time.

  “You know what I mean, about moving on...” he briefly explained, whilst trying not to offend me.

  I paused for effect and then giggled as I said, “Well come over here and kiss me, and I might just think about it...”

  He leant forwards, connecting with my expectant lips, kissing me passionately despite my morning breath, and in doing so, showing me that this wasn't just a one off, and that I really did have to finally let go of my cherished past.

  After a few minutes, I broke away, and whilst looking into his eyes, I then ceremoniously removed my tightly fitted diamond engagement ring, as an act of pure symbolism – just for him. I paced the ring in the top draw of my bedside table, and then duly climbed on-top of him, in readiness to impale myself upon his gorgeously long and bare cock. I managed to sink right down onto him in an instant, being still extremely wet from my recent orgasm. I had a vague expectation for another, this time caused by the real thing, but I also had to bare in mind that Jamie hadn't yet cum, and that this would probably be a rather brief first ever penetrative sex-session.

  He surprised me though, by lasting considerably longer than I had first thought that he would, despite my selfish efforts to grind my clitoris onto the base of his public bone. He cupped both of my pert breasts securely , as my increasingly dishevelled hair engulfed him, quickening my pace, to show him, through my movements, that it would be more than okay for him to simply let go.

  He began to erupt deeply inside me, just a few moments later, and with my own needs for an orgasm already satisfied, I simply held myself still on-top of him and enjoyed the wonderful sensations of his cock twitching deeply within me, as he no doubt filled me with his seed.

  “What was it that you wanted to talk about..?” he asked, a few minutes later with me exhausted, basking in a post-sex feeling of calmness, laid naked by his side and stroking his slim chest affectionately.

  I smiled across at him and said “Nothing... It was nothing important really...”

  Chapter 6 – Back Seat Driver

  It's strange just how quickly that people can perceive a change in someone, whether it's because they've had their hair dyed a slightly different shade, or that they've finally found something, outside work, that enables them to be more of a balanced individual and, in-turn - more focused on their day to day working life. It wasn't the sudden disappearance of my trusty diamond engagement ring that the other girls first noticed, although Louise, my young friend from the counter did ask about it within half an hour of me arriving, as she said “You haven't lost that lovely ring have you Sammy?”

  “No...” I began as I looked down at my bare and slender fingers for effect, stretching out my hand for us both to view, before continuing with “being engaged, well let's just say that it just wasn't for me.”

  “So you've split up with that regional guy then?” she asked in shock.

  “Yes, with John – That's right, a little while back actually.” I concluded before turning back to my screen to continue preparing for my day ahead.

  As I said, there was definitely something about me, other than the fact that I was no longer wearing a diamond ring, and I think that most of the other personal bankers knew it too. I was pretty sure that they all sensed that I was back, ready to reclaim my crown as the princess of sales, and the undisputed top seller of this west country branch. Little did they know about the reason for my sudden passion for sales and customer service, but I knew, and I put it purely down to the weekend lock in that I'd just enjoyed with Jamie.

  Yes, I had admittedly struggled slightly on that cold Monday morning, as I'd made the ten minute walk to work in my heels, but I had good reason to, as after our initial sex-session, my body had not been given a moments rest. Jamie had only returned to his parents house late on Sunday night, and after we had first made love on that lazy Saturday morning, we must have done it, at least 5 or maybe 6 times over the rest of the day, and during the course of Sunday. I had showered of course, over that peri
od, but for the most part of my filthy weekend, I was a sweaty mess, as I revelled in my increasingly untidy 'sex stenched' flat with my new boy-toy. He'd again made love to me gently, on Saturday afternoon, that time on the sofa in the lounge whilst watching a DVD, but then he also rampantly fucked me, face down on my living room rug later on Saturday night, before waking me up on Sunday by performing a loving ritual of oral sex on my post sleep wetness. During the afternoon he again had his wicked way with me, as I lay submissively on my back from him, and an hour before he left, he managed to convince me to part my willing legs for him once more.

  So there I was, with my exhausting, but intensely pleasurable weekend finally over with, trying to ignore the tell-tale soreness that served as a constant reminder of my newly discovered sex drive, as I reeled in the sales, one after another – if only they knew!

  By 5:45pm I was ready to leave the office, but just before I packed my belongings away, I decided to print off a sales report to see how I'd done. Although I was happy, I was also equally disappointed to see that I was only ranked 3 out of the 7 personal bankers on that given day, but never-mind, it was a solid start in my journey towards returning to my previous run of good form. It only bothered me for a moment though, as what I really wanted, above all was a nice long soak in my bath, and to enjoy a peaceful evening in my own company.

  ***

  The following morning at work went a little more slowly as my mind was becoming increasingly distracted with erotic thoughts about Jamie. I really needed to focus, and in a way, being alone on the previous evening hadn't helped me, especially seeing that I hadn't actually heard anything from him, since he'd left my flat on Sunday evening. I couldn't help but begin to wonder if the whole thing was just a cunning plan for him to sleep with one of his mates older sister's friends, and that he would now want nothing more to do with me, as he had finally claimed his bragging rights at his local pub.

  Of course, things could have gone so differently on Saturday morning, as I was after-all - planning to tell him that I really wasn't interested, but after wearing me down, I'd given in and felt happy to finally, and unreservedly give myself to him. I knew that I held all of the power between us, up until the point where we had first slept together, but now it increasingly felt like it was the other way round. He had torn down my defences, he had left me breathless and in some strange way, he had left me wanting more – a lot more…