After Work Excess (7 page)

“
So I guess that you started dating John properly after that lovely gift?” he laughed.

“
Pretty much, yes!” I smirked, as I playfully bashed Jamie on the arm.

The  thing that I liked most of all about Jamie, was the fact that he didn't seem to be judging me, as I admitted these past indiscretions; and especially as I told him things that not even my closet friends knew about me, he just listened and asked more questions and I quite liked that. Maybe it was the fact that I knew that he was younger than me, and that I didn't actually view him as
boyfriend material
, that I was willing to share so much about my life – even after last night's hallway episode, which thankfully hadn't been brought up in the whole time that we had been walking and talking.

***

Once back from our extremely long walk along the beach we headed to MacDonald’s and both scoffed a much needed large value meal as the the chat and banter continued, but I managed to turn the subject away from me and onto him. I enjoyed hearing about his life and his friends, whilst being acutely aware that he was actually helping me to forget my own problems, as he was like a strange tonic that was helping me forget my recent loss.

After the meal we went to the arcade that I used to work in 4 years previously, and lost ourselves, was we indulged in playing on the 2p machines. Jamie kindly changed a £10 note, so we could spend a good hour in there in a vain attempt at winning some of their naff prizes. Leaving us laughing, hugging and celebrating loudly like a couple of teenagers when the prizes eventually dropped out! By the time we left we'd won 6 fluffy key rings and a Manchester United pen. Wow!

Afterwards, we headed off to the seafront and sat in a nearby bar, with a couple of drinks. I continued to feel relaxed in his company and I was pleased to feel that there was still no sexual undertone to our day, and also, most importantly I had really started to forget about John, my ex-fiancée as we chatted freely about how Jamie loved his
pimped up
car. He also shared how he got kicked out of college several months ago, and also about his job worries, now that he's only left with a part time evening job. Above all though, I noted that he had ambitious dreams to make it big, despite being only 20 – and I quite liked that. We left that bar after nearly 2 hours and then decided to pop into Yates's Wine Bar on the way back into town, where against my better judgement, Jamie managed to encourage me to have a couple more drinks with him, before we naturally both headed back to my place.

***

Once inside, I put the heating on and asked him if he wanted to stay for a bit and watch a DVD with me, it was getting on for 8 o'clock, but he certainly seemed to be still keen to spend time with me so I was pleased, as the last thing that I wanted was to be left all alone on a Sunday night once again. I put a disc from my '
Lost'
boxed-set on and it just seemed perfectly harmless that I lay on him as we watched episode one, as were both equally gripped by the drama depicting all of those beautiful people stranded on a deserted island!

Episode two must've already started before his hands started to wander, they had been placed on my tummy over my pink lounge suit for ages, but at the beginning of episode three, and with the evening drawing to a close, his hands had gradually started to creep further into my pink top. Without uttering a word, he gently smoothed my taught belly, before gradually working his and up, further inside my body-warmed top. Finally, his hand make contact with my right breast, caressing it through the thankful protection of my La Senza bra. Without a murmur of compliant from me, he explored the curved and swollen shape of me through my bra, throughout the first half of the episode. Then, as the episode began to move towards it's cliffhanging ending, he dared to move his hand downwards, easing it under the elasticated waist band of my velour bottoms, in-order to gently caress the top of my pubic bone. I could have said 'Stop', and I probably should have done, but instead, I was like a cat that had become addicted to the gentle touch of a stranger, as I just couldn't get enough. Without saying a word, I parted my legs just slightly, to show him that I wasn't  entirely against the idea of him touching me, as long as it was through my plain and comfortable knickers. I was also quite aware, that it
wouldn't be right
to stop him, after keeping me company all afternoon, and showing such a wonderful time, whilst enjoying the simpler things in life.

More paramount than anything though, he'd enabled me to forget, even if it was just for this
one day
, and I would be eternally thankful for that small mercy. We still hadn't even discussed what had happened on the previous evening in my hallway, but I guessed that we didn't have to; this was just like a natural progression – just two single friends, just having some fun.

He continued to caress me, although to be honest, it was getting more like a good solid rub as the minutes passed, as he added a little pressure to the
flat spot
of skin above the protective hood of my clitoris. He cleverly hadn't moved his affections from that area, as it was almost like it was the most intimate spot that he could touch me, without actually daring to feel the undeniable crease of my vagina. I was still able to enjoy the episode, until the credits began to roll, and with neither of us saying a word, he became a little bit braver. I could feel my breathing deepen, as he gently eased his fingers into the protective elastic of my knickers, and then swiftly worked his way lower, past my neatly trimmed, dark blonde public hair, until he had finally made contact with the distinct and smooth contours of the top edge of my labia.

"Oh, shaven smooth...nice", he teased, as he finally broke the sexual tension by speaking.

“
I'm not totally shaven,” I replied, as I added I'm trimmed, I'm just shaven around my actual,
you know
- entrance.” I giggled in retaliation.

“
But your skin feels so soft...”

Turning towards his face for the first time, I then asked “Surely all girls are at least trimmed
downstairs
nowadays, aren't they?” 

Although I had asked, I really didn't want an answer to that question; as I really didn't care for knowing about his
past loves
despite him only being 20 years old and probably not having been with that many girls in a sexual way.

I eventually broke away after enjoying a good ten minutes of
finger-fondling
from his overly-eager hand, and finally paused episode 3 of ‘
Lost
’, as I desperately needed the loo. Whilst I was in there, I took the opportunity to slip my bra off and put it into the laundry basket. I then walked back to join him in the lounge and swiftly got myself back into position, next to him on the sofa. I pressed play on the DVD player, just as he unzipped my pink lounge suit top and subsequently reached in to make
first contact
with my intensely warm and now totally naked B-Cup breasts. It was as if he somehow knew that I'd spent the last two minutes removing my protective bra in the toilet.

Needless to say, especially after his fingers had already been resting against the top of the outer-folds  of my pussy, just minutes earlier, my nipples were already incredibly erect, even before he began teasing them with his neatly manicured nails. I knew it, even before he had unzipped me - Maybe I had had a little too much to drink throughout the day after all…

“Your tits feel much bigger than they looked when we first met at the club...”

“
So you were looking at my tits that night then, were you?” I laughed back, mocking him sarcastically as he continued to trace their pertness with his exploring hand.

“
I'm just saying, they're a good size and perfectly shaped...”

“
Thanks, but I wish that they were a little bigger.”

“
Well if you keep letting me treat you to a McDonald’s, they'll soon be huge!” he laughed.

“
Ha Bloody Ha!”

Interrupting our flow, and looking at his watch for effect, he suddenly noticed that it was now nearly 11pm, so I interjected and said “It's getting late isn't it, I guess you'd better get going.”

“Do you want me to go home?” he dared to ask.

I paused before replying honestly with “Well your welcome to stay, if you want to, but it's late and I've got to be up early for work in the morning, so I'll be going straight to sleep – if you do stay.”

“Okay, you've talked me into it, I'll stay over.”

“
You cheeky sod!” I replied, as I laughed and playfully slapped him across his chest, before leading him towards my bedroom. I took care to place my key in the front door, so that no one (as in my John, my Ex-fiancée) would get into the flat from the outside.

Once in my bedroom, I switched on the bedside light, whilst Jamie visited the toilet, I used this chance to remove my unzipped top, and to peel my baggy lounge-suit bottoms off , but took care to leave  my knickers on - and jumped straight under the duvet. As I swiftly performed this manoeuvre, although I was still alone at this point - I felt like an embarrassed teenager once more, this was just crazy! I was still not wearing any make-up, my hair was still tied back in a now quite messy ponytail, and I wasn't even wearing a tiny bit of perfume and yet he still seemed totally entranced by me, '
my sexy boy-toy
', I chuckled to myself, under the sheets!

***

Soon afterwards, he joined me back in the bedroom, and quickly got undressed and hopped under the duvet too, so that we were laying side by side. I leant over towards him, ensuring that my breasts were still covered by the duvet and planted a goodnight kiss on his lips, as I said “Thank you for today, I had a really great time...”

He kissed me straight back, and lingered for a moment in-front of my lips.

I kissed him again, as I said “Night night...”

He kissed me straight back, yet again - this time staying in contact and parting his jaw, which led me to finally open my lips to meet with his over-expectant tongue. His tongue darted into my mouth playfully, and I reciprocated, connecting firmly with his, as I pressed his invader back and darted my own tongue into his mouth.

Eventually I managed to pull back, seeing sense and saying “Now that really was a night night kiss, so goodnight...”

He leant his bodyweight forwards, with me rolled onto my back as he hovered over me and kissed me once more before I noticed how slim and undefined his chest was, but this time he reached across and gently traced out the outline of both of my bare breasts in-turn. I again kissed him, as I revelled in the feeling of have my chest caressed in such a gentle and loving way, after-all it had been a long time since John had actually taken the time to
pay homage
to my breasts. Jamie bent his head down, kissing my neck gently, and before I could utter a word, he was licking my right nipple, which was stood proudly to attention for him.

“
How firm are these..?” he commented up from my chest, quite rhetorically.

“
Well they certainly seem to like you!” I laughed, as I self-consciously batted away his attempt at a compliment.

I could have laid there and simply enjoyed him licking and teasing my nipples in turn all night long, and I'm sure that he would have done that for me, if I had asked him to, but feeling spurred on by the sensations that he was giving them, I then dared to reach down, under the duvet and touch his fully erect and hairless cock. It had been pressed against my right thigh for some time, desperate for some attention, and after-all I had already touched him there, the previous evening. Strangely though, it felt bigger than it did on the previous night, now that I could properly get my hands fully wrapped around its naked form, with us laying side by side. It simply wasn't enough for me though, as I wanted a better idea of its size, so I pulled back the duvet, releasing my erect nipple from the pleasure of his warm lips and swiftly worked my way down the bed, until I was crouched over him.

Within an instant, he was lying flat on his back, with his erect member held in my skilful hands, before I lowered my head a little further and made first contact with his throbbing, and quite purple
bell-end
.  I willingly threw myself into
the task in hand
, as I worked my eager tongue down every inch of his velvety, heavily veined length, licking every inch of him, whilst taking in its size, girth and sense of virility.

As I paid homage to his gorgeous cock, I could not help but to get even more of a better feeling for his size, as I effortlessly began to bob my head up and down on him. I'd say that it was at least 8 inches long, and quite thick for a rather long cock, which in my experience, was quite rare. The most notable feature of his was his
bell-end,
which was incredibly thick and bulbous, like the best vibrator that a girl could buy! It must've measured a good 6  inches around and I just couldn't help but naughtily wonder what it would actually feel like, when deep inside me...

As I continued with my show off appreciation, for showing me that life wasn't as cruel and desolate as it had recently felt, before he ushered something down to me, asking me something, just as I began to cup his full and totally shaven balls.