After Work Excess (20 page)

He gripped my pert teenage bum, complimenting me on it, but eventually asked me to stop, so that he could go behind me. I readily agreed, and got myself up and positioned myself on all fours, waving my bum in the air at him, ready for him to climb behind me and penetrate me all over again.

He fucked me deeply and energetically from behind which I loved, and soon after that he asked me to lay on my back, whilst he held my petite little legs high up by his slim chest, as he pumped his cock deep into my bare  pussy with increased vigour. My feet were just inches from his face, and I began to wonder as to whether they smelt, but if they did, he certainly didn't seem to care! The feeling of being penetrated by my sister's ex-boyfriend in my own bedroom felt so intense and devious that I was soon on the edge of what I expected to be a very powerful orgasm. I hadn't orgasmed for months, not since Steve and I had broken up, and although I had made myself cum, whilst alone in the privacy of my bedroom, this felt all-together quite different. My face and the whole of my chest went bright red as I helplessly began to enjoy my first proper orgasm with another guy after splitting from Steve! Wow - it felt so good, and it made me feel hugely relieved that I could have sex like that once again, and with
another guy
, after being so heart-broken about the guy who had taken my virginity nearly a year earlier.

The sight of me climaxing so passionately for him, made Tom orgasm at the same time, as he concentrated on my panting and high pitched squeals throughout my climax. Unfortunately though, he didn’t manage to
pull out
of me in time, as he began to ejaculate deep within my tightness. He was quite clearly totally lost in the moment, as he gripped my tiny body really tightly,  pushing my thighs right up to my chest as he pumped all of his teenage semen deeply inside my fertile womb. At the time, I probably knew that he was cuming inside me, but instead of unceremoniously
kicking him off ,
I embraced the moment and held his bum tightly with my finger nails as he emptied what seemed like days and days’ worth of potent semen deep inside me.

Then all of a sudden, the reality of the situation hit me and I got really embarrassed about the whole
act
that we'd both just consented to. After all that shared intimacy, we both seemed awoken by the stark reality of what we had done to my sister, and I went all shy and awkward and he went very quiet, not knowing what to say to me. He climbed off me whilst mumbling something about how he’d better get back before someone arrives and catches him, and I fumbled for a pair of clean knickers to catch the rapidly increasing flow of used spunk that I could now feel seeping out of my used pussy.

Within a few more very awkward minutes he was gone, after just giving me a lame kiss on the cheek on the doorstep, with me stood in my pink dressing gown in the middle of the afternoon, complete with dishevelled blonde
bed hair
– what ever would the neighbours have thought! In-fact, it was extremely lucky that he did go home quite quickly after
the act
, as about fifteen minutes later my Dad and brother turned up and I had to hide back in my bedroom, as I was unable to make the shower in time! I was just thankful that it wasn’t actually my sister and Mum as they would have come straight into my room to show off all their purchases and surely seen the crumpled warm bedding, my messy hair, flushed cheeks and not to mention the bitter-sweet smell of
stale air, body odour,
sex and semen
…

By the time they arrived home I had managed to have a decent shower and freely chatted to them as if nothing had happened! I was so sneaky, I felt really ashamed of myself for months, looking back, I think that experience with Warren in the car park had changed me; it had changed my perspective on sex and was the beginning of turning me into a ‘bad’ person. I hated myself for what I had become, but it was done now, all I could do was to try and be a stronger and better person in the future. I still feel awful to this day about sleeping with Tom, and I’ve never admitted it to Kayleigh even when she found another boyfriend and later fell pregnant. I still believe that if she ever found out about what I had done with Tom, that she’d never forgive me…

Just over two years later, and I'd grown into a woman, leaving behind my memories of illicit car-park encounters, and devious bedroom antics far behind me, as I entered the world of banking. Soon after joining the bank, I was given the chance to spend a few days on one of the sales desks, under the close supervision of one of the trusted personal banker. She was on lunch, and I was therefore given the rare opportunity to land some sales of my own. I sat there nervously awaiting my next customer, and then
he
walked in, he initially wanted to just change some details, but he seemed to
take a shine to me
in my work suit, heels and glasses. I looked into his details and noticed that he was eligible for several products so managed to turn the polite conversation to a flirty, but hard-talking sales pitch.

Everything was going well, he was interested in home insurance and possibly even a re-mortgage, but then he hit me with his offer. He said he'd take out all four of the products that I was tabling, if he could have just one drink with me, later that evening? I was shocked, slightly derailed and could feel that I was rapidly turning bright red, I then said “I don't think that that would be very professional of me, would it?” in an attempt to break the tension, and
bat away
his offer.

He was persistent though, laughing off my initial rejection, as he asked “So what's the harm in just one drink though, Miss Davies?” as he read my plastic name badge.

I paused for thought, fiddled with my glasses, and then thought well why not, if he takes out
all four
products I’m easily going to prove to the management that I could become one of their full-time personal bankers if I agree to this, so I hesitantly agreed and got him to sign the paperwork for all four of the products that I had previously tabled. He wanted to meet that night, straight after work and I didn't have a good excuse not to, as the guy that I had just started dating,
who later became my fiancée
was working away.

***

Later that evening I met him, as agreed in the Dragon Kiss Bar in Weston town centre at just after 8pm, straight after my tele-sales training evening. It was needless to say that I was absolutely
dog tired
after a long day at work, and still dressed in my work jacket, shirt and skirt, with my hair scrapped back but minus my name badge. He didn’t seem to mind though, he was just glad that I had decided to meet him, and readily bought me a large glass of Chardonnay. He introduced himself as Des although I knew him from his documentation as Derek. Des began to explain himself, as he told me that didn’t normally do this kind of thing with
pretty young girls
, but was totally
taken with me
after initially meeting me at my desk. I told him that I was seeing someone, just in-case his expectations were for more than a quick drink, and he said that it was a shame that I was attached, as he described me as his
perfect woman
.

I blushed at the compliment!

He swiftly moved the conversation on, telling me all about his life and I did the same, as I felt at ease with this relative stranger. Two glasses of Chardonnay later he then hit me with the second bombshell! He said he was that
taken with me
that he'd like to ask me something.

“
Go on, what is it?” I asked, as I took a large sip of my wine.

“
I want to know whether you'd consider spending the night with me, just for one night – no more..?”

“
What as in for
sex
..?” I replied, a little too loudly, almost spitting my wine out, as I looked around the quiet bar.

“
Yes, for sex, as if you would just agree to
one night
with me, it would make my dreams come true, and in return, I'll gladly
gift you
with £300 for your time…”

I was shocked, and needless to say, I swiftly turned him down point blank, as I finished my wine and said “I'm sorry, but I really shouldn't have agreed to come here and meet you.” before picking up my handbag and leaving. As I walked out of the bar, and back towards my flat, I felt totally floored and shocked. '
Men, hey? They're all the same..!
' I thought to myself, as I tottered across the road to walk home.

***

That weekend, the guy that I had just started dating was away on a stag night in Bath and I was left to go out with the girls in town. The main club was packed, as we partied and danced like there was no tomorrow, and then suddenly, quite late into the evening, I looked across the bar, only to see Des - the guy from the bank, stood alone, holding a drink and smiling across at me. At first my blood ran
totally cold
, even at the thought of him being there. He soon siddled up to me though, and said “How are you Samantha?”

Admittedly I was a little drunk and therefore I wasn't going to be rude to him, as I chatted politely before hoping to get rescued by one of my friends. They were otherwise occupied though, and eventually the conversation soon swung back around to his initial offer as he asked “Have you given any further consideration to my offer?

Changing the subject, I replied with “Have you been following me, or something?” I slurred, whilst laughing after one too many drinks.

“
Not at all, but tonight would be a good night for us to share together, don't you think, as you're not actually here with anyone?”

I considered his offer for about one second and then looked down at my phone, which had just received a message from John, and promptly told him, “No…sorry -
No can do
I'm afraid.”

He wasn't giving up that easily, and that was for sure, but I guessed that all in all, I just wasn't keen on
doing it
with him, whatever the price, despite having sold myself to Warren for just £60 a couple of years earlier, but then that was a
dark secret
, that I had successfully locked away in the recesses of my mind. He certainly knew how to integrate with my friends though, as they eventually came over to see how I was, and were all soon showered with drinks, meaning that he quickly became readily accepted into our group. With that second awkward conversation about his
proposition
out of the way, we did end up having a bit of a dance, I’m a nightmare when I’m out without a man, but I could never see the harm in having a dance and a few drinks with a guy. Although I had resolutely said 'no' on both occasions, to an innocent bystander, it certainly looked as if I was acting as if I was single and alone.

As we danced, near the end of the night he kept pulling me close and accidentally brushing his hand across the contours of my red dress and positioning himself close enough to breath in my scent, close to my neck, each time we spoke, with me telling him jokingly to
get off
and stop
mauling me
. We sat and chatted before I headed home with the girls, he once again brought up the subject of his
offer
, I was intrigued by the money, and he seemed good company – after meeting him out, but I told him that I was still really unsure about whether I actually wanted to
do this
, so took his number and kissed him goodnight – on the cheek.

The following Friday, the guy that I'd been dating was away with work in Ireland and arriving home Saturday lunchtime so I headed to a bar called
Se7en
with the girls for a party night, but thankfully – this time, Des wasn't there. I spent the whole night dancing, with several guys, but never going too far despite getting a few offers! It really was like a
cattle market
in there, and if you've ever been to Weston, you'll know exactly what I mean!

Once it got to midnight, I had to have a sit down, as my head was spinning from over 10 vodka red bulls. Then, whilst sat alone and catching my breath, in a single moment of losing both my inhibitions and senses, I sent Des a text message asking how he was and also what he was up to.

He responded immediately, and in a single message, he asked if I was free later that night.

I said yes, I was free, and willing to meet, but straight away tried to manage his expectations, by explaining that I wasn't going to meet him for
sex
. After a further stream of messages back and forth, he agreed to send and pay for a taxi, to come to the club and pick me up at 12.45am. We were quite obviously going to get up to something
naughty
, but whilst I was still away from him and able to negotiate, I gained his agreement that he would pay me the £300 that he had originally offered, but on the condition that we wouldn't have
full penetrative sex
. He seemed happy with the compromise, as long as anything was on the table apart from that, and he didn't even attempt to knock the price down. As I climbed into the awaiting taxi, I felt both
incredibly bad
, but equally excited.