After Work Excess (10 page)

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 navy 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...”

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 period, 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.