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A Glimpse of Flesh
By: cracker94 (cracker94_2000@yahoo.co.uk)In the working environment relations come and go, both on a friendly level and on deeper levels. I have one of those relationships. A chance conversation has led me to imagine the possibilities. Part of this is fact, part is fantasy but the thought of what may be is far more enticing that the knowledge that it probably never will!!
Do me a favour, she asked over the phone. I need you to accept a delivery tomorrow morning. Early.
Okay – what’s it worth? I replied, semi-jokingly, semi-flirtatiously.
I’ll flash you when we go to Spain next year, she answered flatly.
I should explain. Each year, there is an exhibition in Spain. I attend as a customer, she attends as a supplier. We are both married but not to each other. We talk on a daily basis and we share a friendship that is likely to last a lifetime. I also fancy the living daylights out of her. She knows it and loves to play on it. We share opinions on a lot of common issues. It’s a very, very long story and not worth even getting into.
What IS worth getting into is the chemistry and we share it in spades.
Flash what, exactly? I enquired, knowingly.
My ample and delicious chest, she said. I could hear the smile in her voice. And her chest was definitely ample and was most certainly delicious.
I may hold you to that promise, I threatened.
And I might let you, she said, just a hint of seriousness in her tone. Or was that my imagination?
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And that – unfortunately – is where reality ends and fantasy takes over….Valencia, Spain. February 2008. The usual round of traipsing through large and uninspiring exhibition halls was almost at an end for the day. Next stop; hotel room, shower and evening meal. And a bar or two. Or three.
Buenos tardes, mi amor, whispered a husky voice in my ear. Kelly, of course.
Hello sunshine. I struggled not to grin stupidly at her. Fancy a drink?
We headed to the bar where I was threatened with physical violence if I didn’t get the beers in. Two bottles of San Miguel later and the conversation was flowing. There weren’t many topics we didn’t cover each time we met up.
Many people referred to us sarcastically as husband and wife – mainly due to the bickering and nagging that permeated our conversational intercourses. Our relationship was more like brother and sister but there were things I’d like to do to her that would break several laws if that were true!!
So how reliable are you then? I asked with a devilish smile.
What do you mean? A slight look of uncertainty crossed her face.
I mean, how reliable are you? How good are you at keeping promises?
The penny dropped. Ahhh, I wondered when you’d bring that up. How did I know you wouldn’t forget? You’ve got a brain like a fucking elephant!!
So? I pushed it, the beer loosening my morals as well as my lips.
Be a good boy and we’ll have to see what happens, she teased.
Several hours and many beers later, the time for bed was near. We caught the lift together, giggling liked school ki** drunk on cheap cider. Time for me to keep that promise then, she smirked as the lift reached her floor. She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards her room.
As she closed the door behind her, I let my mind imagine what it would be like if she actually DID keep her promise to flash those beautiful, big tits at me. As we had previous though, I didn’t get excited. I couldn’t count the number of times we had ended up in one of our rooms together after a night on the beer. Nothing ever happened. We had too much fun laughing together and generally bitching about work colleagues, other people in the industry – in fact anyone that gave us a laugh would do. No target too small for our mickey-taking!! We had often lain on the bed, drinking even more beer until the early hours. Then one of us would go back to our room and that was that.
No advances ever made by either party – it was an unwritten rule and would have been just plain weird.
Put your hands behind your back, she said, snapping me out of my daydream.
What?
She took a scarf out of her bag and walked towards me. Hands behind your back, she repeated. I did as she asked, more out of shock than anything else. She tied my hands together then spun me round to face her. If I do this, you keep your hands to yourself. No touching at all, she said softly.
Don’t have much choice now, do I?
No, you don’t. No choice at all, she whispered seductively. My cock was like an iron bar. She sat me on the edge of her bed before walking to the other side of the room. She turned to face me. Her hands reached for the first button on her blouse. She unfastened it slowly. Then a second button was opened and a third; each button opened as if she was stroking her own clit. The lace of her white bra was visible now as she slowly moved the sides of her blouse apart, opening more buttons as her hands moved down her body. She opened her blouse completely and slid her arms out of it, before dropping it to the floor.
Her tits looked amazing, her bra struggling to contain them. She reached behind her back and unhooked it, bringing her arms back in front of her to cover her now naked breasts. She dropped her bra to the floor and slowly moved her arms so that they were down by her side. She stood silently, staring at me, dressed only in her pencil skirt and her high heels. I almost came in my pants. Her body mesmerised me. She was tall, almost Amazonian – just the kind of figure to make my cock hard in seconds. Even more so now she was half naked. Then she began to walk towards me, so slowly that I thought she would never reach me.
She stood only a couple of feet in front of me, my gaze fixed on her heaving chest. She had the most fantastic tits I had ever seen; they were inches from my face and I could do nothing about it.
Move a muscle and I’ll put my clothes back on and we never talk about this again, okay?
I nodded, my mouth dry as sandpaper.
She took another step towards me, her feet planted either side of my legs. She hitched her skirt up so that she could straddle me while standing. She leaned forward so that her nipples were within tongue distance of my mouth.
I’m warning you, touch me and this finishes now, she said, her voice a lot sterner than I ever imagined she could be.
I kept my mouth firmly closed. She leaned a little closer and her nipple touched my lips. My breathing was so fast I thought I would pass out. She moved slowly to the left, dragging her right nipple across my mouth. I had never wanted to use my tongue more than I did at that moment. She moved back to the right, her other nipple tracing the same path across my lips.
You like? she said, fake Thai prostitute style.
Fuck, yes, I said. I am SO turned on right now….you have no idea!!
Hmm, I did notice a bulge in your trousers. I thought I might just be having that effect on you, her voice soft and full of hidden promise. How I didn’t grab her, throw her on the bed and ram my cock into her, I have no idea.
She stood upright, her bare chest heaving in front of my face. She placed a hand in the centre of my chest and pushed me back on to the bed. She walked slowly to the side of the bed and leaned over me, her long hair dangling in my face. The sensation was incredible – soft and sensual. She leaned closer, her full breasts hanging over my face. I longed to take a nipple between my lips and gently bite it.
Choose, she said.
Choose what? I replied, hoping she was giving me a choice of which nipple to taste.
Choose whether you want me to straddle your face or whether you want to kneel on the floor and lick me to orgasm. My heart almost stopped.
Kneel…floor, I just about managed to speak English.
She stood up and walked over to the armchair in the corner of her room. She sat in the chair, still naked from the waist up. She hitched her skirt up once more before hooking her thumbs into the side of her knickers and sliding them down her long legs. I virtually fell off the bed in my haste to reach her. I crawled across the floor on my knees, hands still tied behind my back.
She looked down at me and smiled and that was the last thing I saw before I buried my face in her pussy. I devoured her sweet tasting lips, sucking them into my mouth as if I hadn’t eaten for a week. I searched for her clit with my tongue, my breathing quickening again as I found it. She must have been as turned on as I was as her orgasm came crashing around her within seconds. She bucked and writhed on my face, my mouth staying clamped over her clit until she pushed my head away. She lay there, panting for a few minutes. I knelt on the floor, not moving, savouring the taste of her pussy on my mouth.
She stood up and untied my hands. I rose to my feet and she kissed me – a deep, hard kiss.
I bent low and kissed her breasts. I took each nipple into my mouth and gently bit and sucked. She pushed me away and reached down to the floor and picked up her discarded knickers. With her left hand she unzipped my pants. She reached inside and slowly and deliberately wrapped her knickers around my stiff cock, being very careful to hold onto my cock for longer than necessary without ever actually coming close to wanking me. I was screaming inside for her to wank me hard and fast. Instead, she zipped me back up, kissed me again and told me to go. I was high and dry and I begged her not to send me away frustrated.
She smiled at me and told me that being mean keeps them keen.
She got that right – I as we speak, I’m planning ways to get her to repeat perform next year. Any ideas?
