The Christmas Exhibition (13 page)

             
Jill was kneading her naked nipples.

             
“Jill...”

             
Her legs were spread. Her purple thong exposed under her red miniskirt. “You know what I want, Matt.”

             
My genitals felt suddenly confined in my jeans. My eyes, tongue and cock eager for her pussy beneath the material of her thong.

             
“I'm pleading with you, baby...” Jill flicked her head, and her blonde hair fell down one shoulder. She stretched her back. Her pert, prominent nipples pointed north. “
Please
don't come to the office tomorrow.”

             
Jill's determination to exclude me was frightening, inviting the spotlight onto her motives.

             
“Please, baby.”

             
Suspicion ransacked my synapses.

             
“Come on, Matt, let me do something for you.” Her painted red fingernail touched the outline of her underwear.

             
What if there had been more to her Christmas dinner shenanigans than she had confessed?

             
“I'll give you the most amazing sexual pleasure you desire... In exchange for your absence.”

             
What if there really had been some additional sordid activity she sought to conceal?

             
“I'll put on
any
thing you want me to wear.”

             
Could I face her co-workers, with the possibilities that any – perhaps each – of them knew something I didn't?

             
“I'll do
any
thing you want me to do.”

             
She made her offer of sexual suppression sound so clandestine.

             
“I'll do anything
with
you...
For
you...
On
you.”

             
My cock strained erect from my underwear, grazing against the denim of my jeans. If I could just reach inside and relieve myself, I thought, I could resist her temptation.

             
“What would you like me to dress up as for you, Matt?”

             
I breathed. It was the only sound I could hear in the room.

             
“You do love me dressing up, Matt.” Jill laughed, then slipped her fingers under her skirt, hooked her purple thong and pulled it swiftly down her bare legs. She crumpled it in her palm and threw it at me.

             
The thong landed on my forehead, the thin strap resting over my sinus. I scented the sweet smell of her anus.

             
Jill kicked off her fluffy slippers. “They can go. Not very sexy, are they?” Jill spread her legs further, edged herself forward on the wooden table and began to circle her clit. “Wouldn't you like me in a pair of heels? Big stiletto heels. Five inches, Matt? Six? Or what about boots? Oh, baby,” Jill slipped a finger into her pussy, “wouldn't you like to fuck me in a pair of knee-high boots? Oh, Matt, look at your cock in your jeans. It looks huge. Feed me it, baby. Just say you'll stay away tomorrow. Or, wait, wouldn't you like to bend me over the kitchen sink in a pair of ankle boots? You know the ones. Navy blue with silver studs up the side.” Jill pushed a second finger inside herself and gasped. “Oh fuck, Matt, I know what you'll want. How about I fish out that old pair of thigh-highs my sister used to own? The ones I told you she used to wear over her tight leggings in the early-90s. The ones you came over the thoughts of. Oh, you dirty bastard, I have them in the attic. Just give me the word, Matt, I'll go get them, wear them...
Only
them... And you can fuck me in the outhouse. I'll be so naked, so cold and you'll just fuck me like a selfish bastard.”

             
My exhalation was deafening.

             
“Imagine the neighbours overhearing. That arrogant prick... Sebastian... Wouldn't you love to get one over on him, having him hear the sounds of me getting fucked? Him knowing you're having your wicked way with me. Or what about his wife? The one you called the MILF.”

             
“Francesca,” I said quietly, having learnt her name only a day earlier when their post was wrongly delivered to Jill's address.

             
Jill smiled, then smothered her pussy in three of her fingers. “Yeah,” she whispered. “Francesca. She's very beautiful, isn't she? About 35... Sophisticated... Way out of your league.” Jill's tongue rolled between her lips. “Wouldn't you love to fuck me in the thigh-high boots while she listens? Can you imagine her doing what I'm doing now?” Jill rammed her fingers faster inside herself. “Close your eyes, Matt. Picture it.”

             
I opted not to close my eyes, choosing instead to study Jill's lips puffing with each additional stroke of her palm.

             
“Hmmmmm.” She was conniving through her pleasure. “You're resisting.” Jill bent one leg at the knee, allowing her more explicit access to her pussy.

             
“Jesus,” I muttered, allowing my arousal to escape to her attention.

             
She smiled. “Maybe there's an outfit I have that you won't be able to turn down. I
do
have such a collection I've amassed over the years.”

             
The fact so many of her garments predated our relationship failed to miss my jealousy, and mounted my curiosity.

             
“Take your cock out, Matt.”

             
I unzipped my fly.

             
“Go on. Don't be shy, baby.”

             
“I'm not shy, sweetheart,” I said, and whipped my cock out before her. I wallowed in the worries of her temptations. Jill was a siren. A predator. A deviant. “Far...” I seized my length. “From...” I jerked it to the base. “It.”

             
“You're going to fuck me with that, right?”

             
I nodded.

             
“And that means you're not going tomorrow,” Jill stated.

             
I smirked. “Read my lips, Jill.
I
...
am
...
going
.”

             
She lifted her hips, hammered her cunt into her fingers and took a fourth digit. Her skirt rode under the cheeks of her ass at her rear. The front rolled to her waist. “Wouldn't you like me to go upstairs and slip into...”

             
My eyes widened in anticipation.

             
Jill read my desire, and smiled her mouth around her revelation. “... A maid's outfit? Mmmmmm, you'd like that. But which kind, Matt? I have more than one. Would you want me frilly? See-through? Crotchless? Oh, I know. You like your kinks, baby, don't you? Yeah. I'll go up those stairs and dress up as your filthy, latex, rubber-encased maid... Your slave. Just tell me what I need to hear. Picture it, Matt. Me. Wrapped in latex. Seeing to your every whim.”

             
My interested garnered.

             
“Beckoning to your every need.”

             
My resolve was compromised.

             
“Obeying your every command.”

             
I yanked my cock as she watched. My balls bounced out of my jeans, landing on the rough edges of my zip.

             
“What about something I wore for someone else?”

             
I was becoming putty. My determination to see Jill in every sexual attire and position her previous boyfriends had devoured her in becoming paramount.

             
Jill pried her fingers from her pussy and placed them, one-by-one, in her mouth.
“Fuck, baby, I love my own taste.”

             
My heart pounded in my chest. My hand wrestled my dick in my groin. “Go on,” I said, capitulating to corruption. To sleaze. To depravity.

             
“Tell me to stop before you get jealous.” Her middle-finger plopped from her mouth, and her hand slipped slowly down her naked chest, snaking her nipples, tracing her abdomen and finally fucking deep into her cunt. “I'll name no names.”

             
I wanted to know who.

             
“You'll just have to wonder.”

             
I wanted to know where.

             
“You'll just have to guess.”

             
I wanted to know when.

             
“Imagine.”

             
I
needed
to know.

             
“Unless you fuck me, Matt. Then I'll tell you everything about each outfit, each time you fuck me in one of them.”

             
I was silent, slapping my cock vigorously as she watched.

             
“Let me tempt you...” Jill's torso knotted involuntarily. Her fingers fought for deeper depths in her snatch. “I could dress up as a nurse... Or in a wet look catsuit, that is oh so sexy... Or in my fishnet bodysuit... I'll even tell you how the crotch got ripped all the way to my lower back... What about some cupless PVC tops? I'll be naked from the bra down, my breasts exposed and you can fuck me in any place you want... And I mean
any
place, Matt...
All you have to do is agree not to come tomorrow.”

             
I diligently persevered at my penis, tugging the foreskin back until it was pleasure pushing upon pulsating agony.

             
“What about a bunny outfit, baby, a horny little Halloween devil or a kinky wench? No, Matt?” The insides of her lips slapped against her fingers. “A naughty schoolgirl, a sexy Santa, a satin fairy, or maybe you want the really kinky, Matt? Wouldn't you love to tussle me up in leather ankle cuffs, joined by a chain across my back to another set of cuffs on my wrists?”

             
“I would,” I said, seething between clenched teeth. “But I'm going to your staff Christmas party tomorrow.”

             
“Oh God,” Jill began, panting, “the memories these bring back. Oh, I could fuck one of my dildos for hours... Just reliving the past.”

             
“I'm going as your chaperone.”

             
“Backless rubber panties, baby.” She fixed her stare on mine. “You know what hole that would expose?”

             
I dreamed of drilling her anus, and felt my balls tensing as my palm bashed above.

             
“What about my lingerie?”

             
I felt myself nearing my climax, and concentrated on my composure. Desperate to conceal my impending sexual fate. I was certain Jill would halt my masturbation, control my arousal and lock me into her waiting game.

             
“Such beautiful lace embroidered outfits... Babydolls, sheer mesh semi-cupped chemise, basques, bustiers and corsets.” Jill watched my eyes, my mouth and finally my cock.

             
My indeliberate contortions proved ever impossible to hide. I would concede to her dominance if she discovered her dangerously close I was to cumming. I would fall for her seduction. I would agree to avoid her party in exchange for a night of sexual debauchery and kinky dress-up. The thoughts pushed me further.

             
“I must have close to a thousand different pairs of stockings in this house.” Jill's body encountered and embraced her spasms. “Sheer, seamed, criss-crossed, Cuban heel, demi-toe, lace-topped, satin-bowed, striped, opaque, black, white, red, grey...” She lost her words in her lust, silencing her tongue with a sudden bite of her lower lip.

             
I was losing my will, conceding to my desires of the moment. I wanted to fuck my girlfriend in every one of her outfits. I wished horrendously to relive her delinquent past. With her. On her. In her.

             
“Oh God, Matt, I'll even unlock my biggest secret.” Her hand fastened insider her. “A complete second skin body suit that covers head to toe... Someone...” Her fingers blurred in and out of her cunt. “Someone I'll never even admit to seeing... He used to make me wear it for him!”

             
“Fuck!” I cried, wanking myself beyond the point of relinquishment.

             
“Fuck!” Jill screamed, her orgasm erupting on the soft, smooth skin of her hand. “I was his property...” She wailed wildly, flailing her fingers thunderously into her cunt. “His possession.” Her first ejaculation hit my jeans. “He owned my body...” She smothered the second in her free palm. “He owned my pussy...” Several more splashed on the floor. “It was
his
...” Jill's face grimaced as her fingers commanded her sordid cravings. “His
cunt
.”