Remembering Again
The first part of my story was written over six months ago and during the
intervening period I have learnt so much from Jack. We have been very careful
not to raise any suspicions amongst either our fellow workers or my family and
our meetings have been well-spaced - usually on a Friday when I can convince my
folks that there's late work to be finished.
I am writing this during the New Year holiday - wishing that we were back at
work again, because just before Christmas we had the Company's Annual party and
that evening will be another memory that stays with me for a long time. Jack had
assured my Father that I would be brought home safely, albeit rather late. After
our earlier meetings I had been secretly spending my money on some extra items
of clothing, and now possessed an array of underwear that would have shocked my
Mother - if she had known where I kept it all hidden - I don't think she had
heard of thongs, crotchless knickers and the like. I was equally pleased that as
I was now on the pill, the dreaded rubbers no longer featured in my meetings
with Jack.
The party was held at the works in an area normally reserved for the planning of
roof structures, so it was clean and easily decorated for a festive function.
When I had bathed I spent over an hour dressing, totally disproportionate to the
amount of clothes I had decided to wear. My blue dress was low enough to be
alluring and far too low to wear a bra; underneath I wore hold-up stockings &
blue silk crotchless panties with tiny ties each side. Jack picked me up at
seven and commented on the dress and the perfume I was wearing. Once we were on
the road he stopped briefly and gave me a very warm kiss, taking care not to
ruin my make-up.
The party was great fun and the music prompted dancing, with all the single men
taking turns in asking me onto the floor. Jack and I were careful not to dance
together too much, but I sat at the Managers' table and he made sure I was kept
supplied with a reasonable amount of drink. When we did dance, he kept
whispering extremely naughty things in my ear and I could feel he was aroused;
it also became apparent that when I went to the Ladies' he wasn't the only one,
because the silk panties & my pussy were quite wet.
Midnight came all too soon and Jack had agreed to make sure the premises were
secure after everyone else had left. That meant that we were at last alone in
the empty building and he joined me in his office where I had been waiting.
He closed the door quietly and switched on the small desk light after turning
off the main one, "The rest of the night is ours," he said as he came over to my
chair and lifted me upright to kiss me. I backed against his desk and thrilled
at the sensation of his hands sliding up my stockinged legs and gently gripping
my thighs to hoist me onto the leather-topped desk. He stood between my parted
thighs and kissed me again, his hands reaching behind me and unzipping my dress
far enough to slip it off my bare shoulders, revealing my breasts. He bent to
suck each nipple in turn and I felt the familiar pulse of another leak. I
lowered my hands and massaged the firm bulge in his suit trousers, causing him
to moan softly. His own hands moved to lift the folds of my dress and he drew
back to admire my nylon covered thighs, his eyes fixed on the expanse of naked
flesh above them, culminating in the split strip of blue silk. I quickly reached
to my waist and tugged at the ribbon ties, causing the front of the panties to
fall forward and completely expose my bush - now much neater than a few months
ago after I had trimmed it with my razor.
Jack bent forward and buried his head between my thighs, his tongue protruding
in search of the warmth of my labia. I put my arms on the desk behind me and
laid back to give him easier access, revelling in the little spasms that shot
through me as he licked my slippery pussy.
"You are one very hot young lady" he commented, licking his lips.
"I'm a very hungry lady," I gasped, "For my man"
Jack stood up and helped me slide off the desk, turning me around as he did so.
I waited in eager anticipation as I felt him lift my dress above my waist and
drag my loose panties from between my cheeks. There was a slight pause and then
the tip of his rigid penis touched my cheeks. He held them apart with his hands
and wriggled the monster between my thighs until it was sliding on my creamy
lips. I lowered my chest to the desk, making my bum stick up in the air, and he
was inside me in a flash, each of us moaning as we enjoyed the sensation.
His thrusting was as urgent as my need for satisfaction and it didn't take long
before I felt the rising tide of an orgasm building inside me. I was wondering
whether I could hold on until he was ready, when he uttered a hoarse shout and
the now familiar surge of his semen jetted into my vagina, triggering my own
release. He stayed inside me as we regained our breath and then withdrew; then
came the one disadvantage of not using condoms : my relaxed musscles could not
stem the flood of warm liquid that began to flow from me, running down my thighs
and saturating the welt of my stockings. I stood up and grinned at him ruefully,
holding my dress away from the unchecked flood.
"I don't think that will do much good," I said as he picked up my discarded
panties and offered them to me; despite their miniscule size I stuffed them
between my thighs. Jack looked down and saw that he also had a dark stain on the
fly of his suit and he walked out of the office to rinse it with his
handkerchief. When he returned he was carrying his trousers and I chuckled, "Are
you driving home without those?"
He sat on the chair in his pants and beckoned me towards him.
I pulled up my dress and sat astride his knees to kiss him and within seconds
was amazed to feel stirrings beneath me.
I pulled back a little, "You aren't ... againn ...are you?" I said raising my
eyebrows in wonderment at his instant rejuvenation.
"It rather seems like it" he smiled, reaching a hand between us and adjusting
his jockey shorts so that I could feel the half-erect penis against my wet lips.
The wetness and warmth of my body, together with our subsequent kisses must have
acted as an incentive, for he grew rapidly and slid up inside me without any
effort.
"I'm not sure I can cum again," I said, although the feelings were very
pleasant.
"I know a way that will ensure you do" he said quietly, "But I don't know
whether you would want to"
"Want to what?" I queried, mystified.
"Turn round again and let me do something we've never done before"
I half guessed what he was thinking and wondered whether it would be enjoyable
or painful, but my recent climax and the drink must have lowered my inhibitions
and I stood up, turning to the desk again without saying anything.
Jack stood behind me and very gently parted my cheeks, reaching through my legs
to get some of our secretions on his fingers. Then he smeared it very delicately
on the one place I had never before been touched by a man.
I felt the tip of his erection press lightly against the puckered anal ring and
to my surprise it opened enough to just take him into the entrance. Feeling no
pain, I relaxed and my sphincter muscles softened as he pushed again.
"I'm going to be ever so gentle" he assured me as he reached round to cup my
breasts.
"It's all right" I said as I felt him slide inside me effortlessly and sensed
the unusual feelings that accompanied this very private coupling. He began to
thrust very slowly and I understood what he had said about making me feel good;
the sensation was something very different from having him in my vagina, but it
was touching places that were arousing me and reawakening the nerves in my
groin.
He continued moving tenderly and I knew he was right - somewhere deep inside
there was another climax building and I knew I was heading for my first anal
orgasm. It came suddenly, almost before I expected it and my spontaneous spasms
made me push back against him, forcing even more of his penis inside me and
touching something so sensitive that I cried out with ecstasy. Jack groaned &
jerked but I knew it was too soon for him to have another liquid climax.
He withdrew slowly and helped me upright, " I thought that would make you cum,"
he said, "But are you sure I didn't hurt you?"
"Not one little bit, I promise, but I've flooded again"
"I think one young lady has had quite enough excitement for one evening," he
said quietly, "And I'd better get you home" he added as he pulled on his
trousers.
I put my saturated panties into my evening clutch bag and we headed downstairs
to the car. The journey home gave me a chance to regain my composure and after a
brief kiss at the bottom of the lane, I walked home and let myself in quietly.
There was a mumbled 'goodnight' from my parent's room and I undressed and
climbed into bed feeling that two places on my body had obviously been well and
truly satisfied.
There were no ill effects other than an increasing hunger over the holiday for
more of the same attention as soon as possible.
