Part 1
Robert Bradley glanced up, as a shadow crossed his desk, and then wished that he
had ignored it. He heard a voice that sent a chill of apprehension crawling down
his spine. "How's the new costing coming on Bob?" There was nothing frightening
about the voice itself and the speaker looked even less fearsome. He was short,
only three inches over five feet, and alarmingly thin. He had bushy eyebrows
that almost met across the bridge of his sharp aquiline nose and beneath the
eyebrows were the only features that reflected the power he wielded - his dark,
almost black eyes. With pupils that seemed permanently dilated, his eyes seemed
to search into and penetrate the mind of anyone who spoke to him. His piercing
glare had convinced many of his adversaries that he could read their minds. The
fact that the voice and the eyes belonged to Colin Stanley, the man who had
recently bought the engineering company that Bob worked for, was the worrying
part. It was well known around the offices that Colin Stanley was out to cut
costs and he had already made a start by sacking half of the factory workers.
The rumor was that his next target was the office staff. Everyone who worked for
the company was jumpy and nervous in case they were the next to be fired. Robert
Bradley was no exception. At his age, he was forty-two this year, he could not
afford to lose his job. Another position would be difficult, if not impossible
to find. A new mortgage and a new wife made him especially nervous about the
prospect of unemployment. "It should be finished by tonight Mr Stanley." "That's
three days for a simple costing," replied Stanley in a frigid voice. "Does it
usually take that long?" Bob suppressed a shiver. He felt cold though his palms
were sweating. "It wouldn't normally take so long but this one is rather
complex." "Not too much for you, is it Bob?" Stanley sounded concerned but his
tone carried a hint of something more ominous. Before Bob could answer, Colin
Stanley noticed the framed photograph that Bob kept on his desk. "I didn't know
you had a daughter Bob." He picked up the photograph and studied it. "She
doesn't look like you." "That's my wife, Lynn," said Bob with a self conscious
grin," and she doesn't look anything like me. She's a lot better looking than I
am." "That's true," said Stanley, without a smile. "She's also a lot younger
than you, or is this an old photo?" "No, the picture was only taken three months
ago, just before we got married." He paused and admitted reluctantly, "she is a
lot younger than me though. Twenty years younger to be exact." Colin Stanley's
eyes narrowed and the gap between his eyebrows disappeared. "And you're what?
forty two now?" Bob nodded and reached for the photograph. His boss held on to
the frame, as if reluctant to return it. "I hope that having such an attractive
young wife will leave you enough energy to do your job efficiently - if you know
what I mean." Bob knew exactly what he meant and the inference annoyed and
embarrassed him. He was growing used the same stale jokes about the difference
in his and Lynn's ages. The sexual innuendoes were the worst because there was
enough truth in them to hit home. He did have a lower sex drive and less energy
than his young wife. She would have been happy to make love three times a night
if he had been capable of it. Three times a week was stretching his endurance at
the moment. "I'm sure that my wife will be an asset to me in my work," he said,
worried that Colin Stanley's present train of thought might lead to doubts about
his suitability for continued employment.. "I have no doubt that she will be,"
said Stanley, "in fact she might well be the deciding factor in your career. I'd
like to meet your wife," he continued, passing the photograph back to his
bemused employee. "In fact, I think it's time that you and your new wife invited
Mrs. Stanley and myself to dinner. I like to get to know all of my employees
personally." He paused meaningfully, "All of those that are staying with the
company that is." Lynn Bradley had been nervous about meeting her husband's boss
for the first time, especially as Bob had emphasized how important it was that
they made a good impression on the couple. She was afraid that she lacked the
experience and the ability to entertain an older more sophisticated couple like
the Stanley's. She was especially worried as Mrs. Stanley had, according to Bob,
already established a reputation in the town as a brilliant hostess. It had not
helped that Bob kept nervously repeating that his career with the company
depended on Colin Stanley's opinion of them as a couple. Dinner had been a
success. It should have been, she reflected. They had eaten the same meal for
three days in a row so that she could be sure that it would be perfect on the
night. Bob had smiled to her and nodded his approval several times during the
meal but Lynn still felt tense even though she was satisfied that she had not
let her husband down. She had managed to make an intelligent and occasionally
witty contribution to the conversation but, despite several glasses of wine more
than she was used to, she could not relax. Her mind was constantly aware of how
important the evening was to her husband. Even when Barbara Stanley complimented
her on the meal and asked for the recipe, she remained uneasy. She ate very
little and tasted even less. Her loss of appetite was only partly due to her
nervousness about Colin and Barbara Stanley's opinion of her. The main cause of
her uneasiness was the way that Colin Stanley stared at her. Her husband's boss
never took his eyes from her and each time she looked up, she found herself
transfixed by his dark hypnotic glare. He was a small, unimpressive man and Lynn
had already decided that she did not like him. His devouring eyes made her
uncomfortable and even when he spoke to his wife, his gaze never shifted from
Lynn. During the meal, he made several flattering remarks about her appearance,
but instead of making her feel good the compliments merely embarrassed her. She
had no need of Colin Stanley's compliments to know that she looked good. She had
no illusions about herself. She was five feet three inches and her slender
figure was in perfect proportion. The sheer white dress, that buttoned down to
her waist and then fell into a loose pleated full skirt, emphasized her dark
hair and youthful complexion beautifully. The full skirt stopped at her knees
and showed her slim legs to advantage and the loosely fitted top accented her
small perfectly shaped breasts. It was her breasts that Colin Stanley's gaze
seemed to be focused on. It felt as if his strangely piecing eyes could see
straight through the white dress, as if he could see the firm flesh of her small
breasts. She shuddered at the thought of the repulsive little man seeing her
naked. A moment later, she shuddered again as she wondered why she had even
thought about herself naked in front of Colin Stanley. She felt sympathy for his
wife who was an attractive and friendly woman in her mid thirties. Lynn could
not imagine what had attracted a beautiful and intelligent woman like Barbara
Stanley to someone as physically insignificant as her husband. She was a
beautiful woman who could have had almost any man she wanted. Lynn shrugged
mentally. Colin Stanley probably had qualities that compensated for his
appearance - even if she could not guess what they were. By the end of the meal,
it was clear that Colin Stanley had consumed too much wine. His pallid face was
flushed and, as they left the table to drink brandy and coffee in the comfort of
the lounge, he rose unsteadily and stumbled. He reached out and his hand brushed
briefly across Lynn's breast. It had all the appearance of an accident but she
was sure that he had known precisely what he was doing. Bob sat next to Barbara
Stanley on the sofa, leaving Lynn to sit alone in one of the overstuffed leather
armchairs. Colin Stanley ignored the chairs and slumped on the floor with his
back against the armchair opposite Lynn. His eyes were on the same level as
Lynn's knees and it was obvious from the direction of his gaze that he was
looking up her dress. Lynn flushed when she realized that his attention had
gravitated from her breasts to the point where her thighs met. His piercing eyes
seemed to penetrate her clothes and she tried to shake off the strange idea that
Colin Stanley could see straight through her dress and panties and that he was
staring directly at her naked vagina. Bob was in earnest, half drunk
conversation with Stanley's wife and was oblivious to the cause of his wife's
embarrassment. Stanley continued to stare intently and made no attempt to
conceal his fascination with the upper reaches of her legs. His attention did
not waver when Lynn asked if he wanted another brandy. "I'm fine thanks," he
said, and added meaningfully, "Couldn't be better in fact." Lynn flushed self
consciously. There was no doubt in her mind that he was referring to the view
between her legs. His penetrating stare made her wonder how much of her he could
see and, despite her dislike of the ill mannered little man, she felt a pulse
quicken between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together self-consciously but
the action only made the pulse stronger. Colin Stanley smiled at her as if he
knew and she felt the blood rush to her face. "How about some music?" he said
suddenly, "does anybody mind some music?" Barbara Stanley smiled tolerantly and
shrugged but Bob said he thought it was a wonderful idea. Lynn jumped up,
relieved to be doing something to escape from Colin Stanley's rapacious eyes. To
her dismay, he stumbled to his feet and followed her to the pine shelving that
housed the record collection. "Something slow and soft," he suggested in her
ear. His face was so close to her that Lynn felt the heat of his breath on her
neck. She shivered involuntarily and, wished again that the Stanley's would
leave soon so that her ordeal would be over. Bob seemed to be in no a hurry to
conclude the evening. He appeared perfectly happy, listening raptly to Barbara
Stanley, nodding eagerly at every word and only occasionally speaking himself.
When he did speak, it was to agree with whatever she had been saying. Lynn
noticed that he called her Barbara, though he had introduced the couple as Mr.
and Mrs. Stanley and she had continued to address them by their surnames. She
was unsure of whether to risk appearing over familiar but she decided that she
had no real wish to be too friendly with Colin Stanley anyway. She jumped,
startled as Colin Stanley pressed an album into her hand. He smiled intimately
at her and nodded in the direction of his wife and Bob. "They seem to have
forgotten us my dear. Perhaps we should have our own private party." Lynn
pretended that she had not heard him but she was acutely aware that her husband
and Mrs. Stanley were sitting more closely and talking more quietly than they
had been earlier. She smiled politely at her husband's employer and put the
record on the turntable. She noticed that her husband's boss had chosen a slow
dance record. As the first track began, he took her hand to stop her from going
back to her seat. "Aren't you going to dance with me?" Lynn shook her head and
tried to sound apologetic. "I'm really not a terribly good dancer." "You said
that about your cooking. If your dancing is only half as good as that wonderful
meal, I'll take a chance that even if you step on my toes, you'll it so
gracefully that I won't complain." The compliment was clumsily obvious but the
young wife was obliged to smile and accept it gracefully. She could hardly
refuse him a dance without giving offence. She blushed and reluctantly nodded a
silent acceptance. She had not realized how short he was until he took her in
his arms and held her closely. She had noticed that he was wearing built up
shoes, presumably to make up for his shortness but he was still only an inch
taller than she was. His lack of height meant that she was unable to avoid his
eyes staring into hers unless she danced with her cheek against his. Colin
Stanley's idea of dancing made her lack of ability unimportant. He made no
attempt to move his feet at all, but he managed to move his body in a way that
made sure he constantly pressed against her. Lynn realized with dismay, that he
had an erection and he was making no effort to conceal the fact. She tried to
avoid contact with him without making it look obvious but it was impossible to
avoid the deliberate pressure of his hips. He pressed himself more tightly into
Lynn's body and moved his hips suggestively against her. She was bewildered and
embarrassed at his outrageous actions and wondered how he could behave like that
with Bob watching from only a few yards away. The bulge in his trousers was rock
hard and despite her loathing for the disgusting man, Lynn felt flattered that
she was the cause of his condition. His swollen trouser front pressed against
the junction of her thighs and she was shocked to feel a tremor of excitement
ripple through her. Lynn could see her husband over Stanley's shoulder while
they danced. It might have been her imagination but Bob seemed to be sitting
closer to his boss's wife than before. She knew that it definitely was not her
imagination when she felt Stanley's hands slide smoothly down her back and cup
the firm rounded cheeks of her bottom. Lynn was amazed at his arrogant
assumption that she would allow his crude advances, especially with her husband
in the same room. He pulled her tightly against his erect penis and she suffered
the indignity in silence, remembering Bob's warning that he could be without a
job if either of them did anything to upset or offend their visitors. She
squirmed, uncomfortably aware that the pressure and friction were stimulating
unwanted feelings within her but her movement only served to grind Stanley's
erection more firmly against her groin. He took the movement of her hips as
encouragement and his hands slid lower until they rested on the backs of her
thighs. The sensation of his fingers lightly stroking her legs through the thin
material of her dress sent a startled jolt of unbidden pleasure along her spine.
Before she could make an objection, his hands moved back up to hold her bottom
again. She gasped with astonishment when she felt the heat of his palms through
the sheer silk of her panties and realized that his hands were now under her
dress. She felt his caressing fingers against the bare skin between her
stockings and panties and she struggled to combat the ripples of pleasure that
his tormenting fingers were generating. As if from far away, she heard her
husband's voice respond to Mrs. Stanley and she saw the two laughing together.
They both seemed completely unaware that Colin Stanley was taking the most
intimate liberties with her in front of their eyes. Bob glanced up and smiled
encouragingly at her. She was relieved that she was facing Bob and he could not
see what his employer was doing to her. It would certainly cost his job if he
suspected what Stanley was up to and lost his temper with him. She was having
difficulty enough controlling her own anger at the insufferable man's
impertinent assault on her but it was proving much more difficult for her to
ignore the sensual feelings that the obnoxious man's invasive fingers were
creating in her trembling young body. The unwanted sensations were growing
stronger as Stanley teased and tickled the sensitive tops of her thighs. When
his fingers strayed into the forbidden area between the cheeks of her behind,
she tensed her thigh muscles and tried to squeeze her buttocks together to keep
him from making too free with her but he simply chuckled softly in her ear and
maintained his delicate assault on her bottom. The music paused between tracks
and Lynn sighed with relief. She prepared to go back to her seat but Stanley
sensed her intention and held on to her. "Don't go back yet," he said in a voice
loud enough for the other two to hear, "there'll be another track on in a
moment." She was trapped, unless she chose to embarrass him in front of his wife
and Bob by exposing what he had been doing to her. "You've got to stop this,"
hissed Lynn, "if Bob sees what you're doing to me..." The music began again.
"Don't worry, he's far too engrossed with my wife to worry about us." He called
across the room to Lynn's husband. "You don't mind me taking advantage of your
wife, do you Bob?" Bob grinned inanely, unaware of the hidden meaning behind his
employer's words. "Be my guest Colin." Colin Stanley twirled her round so that
her back was to her husband. She was terrified that Bob would see where Stanley
had his hands but as the cunning monster turned her, he slid his hands around
her hips so that his actions remained concealed from Bob's view. His palms were
on her hips now, and his thumbs were caressing the front of her thighs, above
her stocking tops. The front of her dress had slid up to the tops of her thighs
though Lynn knew that her dress was full enough that, from where her husband was
sitting, all would appear perfectly normal. Perfectly normal except that her
legs were trembling so much that she was obliged to hold onto Stanley to support
herself. She shivered helplessly as the feather-like touch on the soft skin
between her stockings and panties raised goose pimples on her arms. She tried to
say no but at that moment his thumbs slid delicately across the front of her
panties. It was the lightest of touches but it sent a pulse of electric pleasure
racing through her.
Lynne Part 2
She froze in shock, unable to believe that he had dared to touch her in such an
intimate place. She was still too stunned to object when, encouraged by her lack
of resistance, he repeated the action. His skillfully delicate caress drew a
gasp of surprise from her and she clung tightly to him as the waves of pleasure
made her knees buckle. She inhaled sharply and held her breath as he gently
pressed the sensitive mound of her sex through the thin material of her panties.
She finally found her voice with a struggle and hissed through clenched teeth.
"What do you think you're doing? Have you gone mad or something? Stop it now
before someone sees." "Don't tell me that you aren't enjoying it," murmured
Stanley. Lynn shook her head in denial as his thumbs pressed a little more
firmly into the soft swelling of sensitive flesh but she could not deny the
moisture that seeped from her vagina and soaked her silk panties. His touch
became more insistent and Lynn could not stop him. Her husband's boss was
repulsive to her but she was forced to admit to herself that his fingers had a
magical sensitivity that was making her giddy with emotion and she was rapidly
losing the will to struggle against his advances. "Please stop," she whispered
at the same moment that an exploratory finger wandered down and found the hem of
her panties. Her heart missed a beat as the finger lifted the edge of the silk
and slipped deftly inside. Lynn heard Stanley's murmur of satisfaction when he
discovered how wet she was and she groaned with embarrassment. She felt him
gently separate the sensitive lips of her vagina and begin to explore the
intimate secrets of her sex. His finger glided easily along the slippery cleft
of her vaginal lips and found her clitoris already erect. She moaned softly as
he pressed teasingly against the rigid bud "No don't, you mustn't," she gasped
breathlessly, "this is wrong, it's... Ooh?" Stanley's finger entered her vagina
smoothly and her body shook with an uncontrollable spasm of ecstasy. None of
this was really happening. It had to be a dream. She was dancing with her
husband's boss while he had his finger ... no, two fingers inside her vagina and
Bob was unaware of what was happening in front of his eyes. She drifted in a
dreamlike mist of confusion and pleasure as his finger slipped back and forth
inside her. It hardly seemed important now that Colin Stanley ought not to be
doing this to her, or that she ought not to be permitting it. His fingers pushed
further inside her and Lynn felt a stab of guilt when her supple hips
automatically thrust back at him. It was disgusting and shameful but she could
not stop herself responding to the repulsive man's advances. Her head was dizzy
from the pounding in her chest and as the energy needed to feed the sexual
turmoil within her, drained the strength from her legs, she sagged weakly
against him. The steady movement of his fingers inside her vagina drew her
further into the inescapable web of sensation that ensnared her. She whimpered
softly, desperate for release as he carefully pushed her towards her orgasm. Her
erotic trance evaporated as, without warning, he abruptly withdrew his fingers
from within her. She sighed with relief and disappointment as her reluctant
vagina released its hold on the instruments of its pleasure. There was only a
brief moment to wonder why he had stopped before she felt, rather than heard the
rasp of a zip. She froze in surprise as, at the same moment, the hem of her
panties was pulled roughly to one side. Her confused mind had no time to work
out what was happening before she felt the swollen hardness of Stanley's penis
probing between her legs and she almost passed out with fear and excitement.
Even with the evidence of his heated erection between her thighs, Lynn could not
believe that Stanley would attempt to fuck her while they were standing less
than three yards from her husband. His rigid organ pressed insistently at the
lips of her vagina despite her efforts to escape it. She was terrified that Bob
would see what was happening. It was madness for him to take the risk,
especially as she knew that it was impossible for him to penetrate her from this
angle anyway. His built up shoes effectively made his legs longer than hers and,
despite his lack of height, he was still too tall for what he was attempting. He
bent his knees slightly and pushed ineffectively against her, desperately
seeking the opening that was so temptingly near but so impossibly angled. Her
dazed mind refused to accept any of this was real. She knew that this simply
could not be happening but her body did not care about logic. Every nerve and
pleasure centre vibrated in sympathy with the feeling that his erection was
generating as it rubbed against the swollen lips of her vagina. Lynn was lost in
a dizzy whirl of erotic sensation. It no longer mattered that it was her
husband's employer who was doing this to her. The feeling grew until the young
wife forgot that her husband was watching. She forgot everything but the
exquisite sensation between her legs and, without thinking, she stretched up
onto her toes so that her most sensitive spot could share the excitement. A gasp
of pleasure escaped her parted lips as the molten hardness grazed the pouting
entrance to her vagina. She stretched a little more and her husband's boss was
quick to seize his opportunity. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out
when she felt the swollen head of his penis enter her. She gasped and pressed
back against his thrusting erection as, with a barely audible grunt of
satisfaction, he pushed the full length of his penis smoothly into her delicious
young body. Neither of them moved for a moment or two. Lynn hardly dared to
breath in case she betrayed the secret. He began to move inside her in
deliberate time to the slow sensuous rhythm of the music and Lynn surrendered
completely to the unreal situation as she welcomed each thrust of his rigid
thickness into her supple body with delirious abandon. All that mattered now was
the pulsating hardness that filled her. All thoughts of her husband disappeared
as she felt her orgasm begin to swell within her. She was conscious that the
music was about to end and knew that they would be unable to maintain the
pretence of dancing for much longer. She tensed her vaginal muscles desperately
around his penis as she urged her body to climax before the record ended. The
sudden tightening of her vagina was too much for Colin Stanley. He thrust twice
more and Lynn felt the hot jet of his sperm spurt inside her. The last notes of
the music faded as she felt his softening penis slide from within her still
hungry vagina. As he fumbled with his zip, she pulled away from him, ashamed and
angry at herself for submitting to his lewd behavior. Her slim body shook with
suppressed frustration and she was forced to acknowledge that part of her anger
was because her body still trembled on the brink of the orgasm that he had
denied her. She swallowed her anger as she made sure that her dress was straight
and tried to calm her thumping heart before she turned away from Stanley to face
her husband. To her amazement and relief, he appeared to be completely unaware
of what had just taken place. It would not be long before he noticed something
though. She could feel the trickle of sperm soaking her panties and threatening
to run down her legs and betray her. She shot a venomous glare at Stanley but he
smiled mockingly back at her, apparently unconcerned about her predicament. She
drew a deep breath to steady her voice. "You'll all have to excuse me I'm
afraid. I have to go to the bathroom," she said with a nervous laugh. Bob
grinned at her, "Well you know where it is darling." He burst into uncontrolled
laughter at his drunken witticism and turned back to Barbara Stanley who smiled
warmly at him. "I don't know where the bathroom is and I'm afraid that I drank
more than I should have," said Colin Stanley smoothly. "Perhaps you could give
me a guided tour while you're at it my dear." Lynn looked helplessly to her
husband for rescue but he was oblivious to the undercurrent of tension between
his wife and his employer. He tore his attention reluctantly from Mrs. Stanley
for a moment and spoke impatiently. "Well go on Lynn, show him where to go
before he does it in his trousers." "I don't think that's likely to happen now,"
smiled Stanley and he stared meaningfully at Lynn. She blushed and turned for
the door as she muttered, "No, you bastard, you've already emptied yourself
inside me." She turned at the door and looked back at her husband for any sign
that he might have noticed what had happened. She realized that she had no need
to worry. His attention was focused exclusively on Colin Stanley's wife. She
felt a twinge of anger at his disregard for her. His hand was on Mrs. Stanley's
knee, but Lynn could hardly object after what she had just done. She turned away
and Colin Stanley almost bumped into her in his eagerness to leave the room with
her. He followed closely behind her as she climbed the stairs. She felt his hand
on her leg, then it slid beneath her dress and along her thigh. She tried
unsuccessfully to shake him off. "Haven't you done enough?" she accused
bitterly, "You should be ashamed." "I should be I suppose but you're so
irresistible that it's difficult to feel anything but aroused when I'm around
you." "I had noticed," she replied scathingly as they reached the top of the
stairs. "The bathroom's just there. I'm sure you can manage on your own." "You
said you needed the bathroom, "he said softly, "it wouldn't be gentlemanly of me
to go first." "I'm sure you know all about being a gentleman," she said
sarcastically, "but perhaps you hadn't noticed that, thanks to you, I need to
change my pants before I do anything else." He made no move towards the
bathroom. He was waiting for something and Lynn had no doubt about his
intentions. There was an inevitability about the situation and she could see no
way to escape from whatever was going to happen. She turned to the bedroom door,
hoping to escape into the safety of her room but she felt him move closer to
her. She turned with her back against the door and faced him in sudden last
surge of defiance. "The bathroom is over there." She gestured ineffectively in
the direction of the door. "I have to change." "The least I can do is help you.
It was my fault after all." "I can manage perfectly well on my own thank you,"
she said weakly. She flinched nervously as his hand reached out, but he
stretched passed her and opened the bedroom door. She retreated nervously as he
followed her into the room and closed the door behind him. She had felt safe
downstairs despite the risk that they had taken. At least her husband had been
there but she was alone with Stanley now and she was terrified of him. She tried
to sound confident, but her voice shook with emotion. "You can't just walk into
my bedroom like this. Please wait downstairs. Bob will wonder what's going on."
He smiled, ignoring her plea. The faint click of the lock made her pulse race
violently. She backed away from him until she felt the dressing table against
her legs and she could retreat no farther. He reached out and his hand closed
possessively over her small breast and squeezed gently. "You have such beautiful
breasts. So firm and young. I was dying to feel them but our partners would have
noticed.." "Haven't you done enough," she whimpered in despair, unable to stop
him. "Not yet, you didn't come and that isn't fair. I owe you an orgasm." "You
owe me an apology, that's all. I certainly didn't want an orgasm," she lied,
"not with you inside me. I still can't believe you did that with Bob watching."
Colin Stanley grinned. "The risk of being caught makes it more exciting though,
doesn't it?" "No, it was terrifying and disgusting. I feel so ashamed that I let
it happen." He moved closer until she could smell the heat of his body. "Would
you feel ashamed if we did it again?" "Of course I would but we won't be doing
it again so it doesn't matter." His hand was still on her breast and he caressed
it in a gentle circular motion. Her nipple hardened and she knew that he could
feel it, even through the material of her bra and dress. "And you'd still feel
ashamed," he said thoughtfully, "even though your husband is out of sight this
time?" "We can't do it again," she whispered weakly as his free hand moved to
her hip. She tried to quell the faint tremble of anticipation that rippled
through her as his hand moved to her bottom. "Of course we can," he said
breathed softly. "What's to stop us?" His hand was beneath her dress again,
caressing her bottom. "It's wrong, and anyway I don't want to do it again. I
wish it had never happened. I love my husband." "You said that you couldn't cook
and that you couldn't dance, so how can I believe what you're saying now,
especially after what we did downstairs?" His hands left her breast and bottom
and roamed over her body. They slid up her spine and she shivered involuntarily.
Then his hands were under her arms and stroking the soft swelling sides of her
breasts. She tried weakly to push his hands away but he ignored her ineffectual
struggles and continued to caress her. When he moved his hands to cradle both
small breasts gently, she gasped with surprise and pleasure as she felt her
nipples harden in response. "No-o-o, please don't." He released her breasts, but
only while he unfastened the top button of her dress. She groaned softly, "What
are you doing?" "You know what I'm doing and you know that you want me to do
it." As he spoke, his fingers were busy on the second button and then the third.
He did it so quickly and smoothly that she had no time to object. His fingers
slipped inside the opening that he'd made and caressed the sensitive skin above
her bra causing her to tremble with excitement. She murmured timidly, "No, we've
got to stop this." "You don't mean that." "Bob will wonder why we're taking so
long?. If he gets worried, he'll come up to look for us." "He won't worry about
us for a while. I suspect that Barbara knows how to keep him occupied." Lynn
wondered briefly what he meant but he moved suddenly and pressed his lips to
hers. She was too shocked by the suddenness of his action to resist. She
accepted his kiss passively, more concerned about the fire that the hand on her
breast was re-igniting inside her. She still did nothing to stop him when his
tongue flicked gently across her parted lips. She did not have the strength or
will to object anyway and when his tongue slipped between her lips and into the
warmth of her mouth, she allowed it to happen. Then he bent his head and his
lips brushed the firm swell of her upper breasts. His hot breath and gentle lips
sent sparks of pleasure to her rapidly hardening nipples and she gasped in
surprised delight. She hardly noticed when he undid the fourth button. His hand
was right inside her dress now and it covered her small breast easily. She felt
a finger ease carefully under the edge of her bra. Then his finger grazed
against her nipple and she was unable to stop herself from pushing against him.
He kissed her again and she felt his hand move between their bodies. When she
looked, her dress was open all the way. She whispered, "No!" and held tightly
onto the front of her dress. He took hold of her hands and gently tried to ease
them away as he murmured against her lips. "We have to take it off. It might get
torn." Her nerveless fingers released their grip on the material and she felt
the dress slide from her shoulders and down her arms. It happened before she
could wonder what he was going to do to her that would cause the dress to become
torn. It was too late to protest. Her dress was on the floor, forming a white
pool of silk around her feet. Lynn's heart pounded painfully as shocked fear
raced through her veins. Her numbed muscles refused to obey her and she was
unable to resist as he lifted one of her feet at a time to remove her shoes and
free the delicate fabric. He threw her dress over a chair and stood back while
he stared in awe at her near naked body. Clad in only her bra and panties, she
looked even younger and more vulnerable. It was difficult to believe that she
was a married woman. She flushed crimson with shame and humiliation as he
studied her body. Her long legs were slim and shapely and her skin soft and
smooth. The thin white panties were almost transparent and the outline of her
sex was clearly visible. She flinched when he reached out with curious hands to
touch the silk smooth skin of her belly. His fingers traced a line of excitement
back up to her breasts and stroked the small globes of firm flesh through the
material of her bra. She held her breath in astonishment and then released it
with a sigh as his lips moved over her neck and shoulders. He fumbled with the
fastening of her bra and she wondered why she did not just tell him to stop.
Then she felt cool air on her breasts as he freed them gently from their
captivity. For a moment, his face was that of a small boy as he stared in wonder
at her naked breasts. Lynn was puzzled by his reaction. She had always thought
that her bust was too small though the shape was good and her skin as
unblemished as a baby's. She felt a faint glow of pride as he praised their
perfection in an awed whisper. "My God! They're perfect - more than perfect,
better than I dared to imagine they could be." His hand shook as he reached
hesitantly to touch the bare smooth skin and she heard him sigh as his fingers
delicately traced the shape of each breast in turn. His words did as much as his
fingers to make her nipples stiffen and peak with pride. He bent his head and
kissed each nipple tenderly and the sensation that shot through her breasts was
almost painful in its intensity. She had never known her breasts to be so
sensitive but she had never known her husband to worship them with the passion
and reverence that his boss was showing. He sucked and nibbled at the diamond
hard points and his hands were gentle as they stroked and squeezed her tender
flesh. The intensity of his emotions transmitted itself to her and she was swept
up in the storm of his passion. His tongue trailed lazily over her breasts and
up to her throat. He kissed her again and she forgot that she was supposed to be
resisting him, when she felt his lips hard against the softness of hers. His
tongue probed the warmth of her mouth and, though she did not move her tongue,
she was unable to prevent it from touching his. His hands glided down to her
hips and caressed the tops of her legs. Then he was tugging at her panties. In a
last minute panic, she grabbed for the thin elastic waist to prevent their
removal but her reactions were too slow and she felt the flimsy material slither
down her thighs and over her knees. He pressed his body against her and ground
his pelvis gently against her naked pubic mound. Lynn tried to fight the urge to
respond but her legs had turned to rubber and she was forced to cling to him for
support. She knew that she was lost when she pressed back against him, eager to
feel the pressure of him against her burning sex. Lynn could see that he was
determined to fuck her again and she tacitly resigned herself to the inevitable.
She made no effort to resist when he led her to the bed and sat her down. He
knelt in front of her and slowly unrolled her stockings down her long legs. As
he bowed his head, she felt his breath warm and teasing on the sensitive flesh
of her inner thighs. She clenched the muscles in her buttocks and the
sensational feeling spread fluttering threads of excitement through her
trembling belly She could feel his eyes devouring her body and her head bowed in
helpless shame as she shivered in anticipation. He took hold of her shoulders
and pushed her gently but firmly back onto the bed. The young wife fell back
with her legs sprawled open over the edge of the bed and watched fearfully as he
hurriedly stripped off his clothes. Without clothes, he was scrawnier than she
had imagined but she was shocked at the thick hair that covered almost every
part of him. He looked half man and half goat, like a fantasy picture of a
satyr. She stared at him, repelled and excited by his ugliness. Her hypnotized
eyes slowly wandered from his thin chest and down to fix their gaze between his
legs.\
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