Carla and I got on great from the start. She was tall, 26 years old, slim and very pretty with short, black hair that fell only to the nape of her neck, small breasts which were usually covered with either a tight crew, or polo neck sweater. She habitually wore a tight, short skirt that, especially when she sat, revealed the most gorgeous, long, slim legs and thighs. In short, she was drop-dead beautiful. She made me feel horny every time I looked at her but in the two weeks that I had known her, she never gave any indication that she was bi’, and I was pretty sure that she was screwing Peter, the way they smiled at each other and touched when they talked, all seemed to indicate that there was something going on between them.
For anyone out there who has read my first true story, ‘An Afternoon in the Pool,’ you will know that my boyfriend John and I, together with Bobbie and Brett had a wonderful four way relationship for a couple of years. We were not two separate couples as such, we shared and loved each other equally and our relationship together was continuous sexual playground where we explored, discovered and acted out all of our erotic fantasies.
Bobbie was always the extrovert, the dominant one if you like. She would dream up all sorts of sexual scenarios and loved being the ring leader, we all loved it and the guys were like putty in her hands. As for me, I was quite happy to be subservient to anything she thought of. When it came to playing gang-bangs or pretend rape, I usually ended up being the ‘victim.’ Not that I minded, I was only too willing. I know it sounds odd to use the terms ‘gang-bang’ and ‘rape,’ I could call it an orgy but that sounds a bit bacchanalian, anyway, whatever you call it, it is beautiful when it is being done to you by people you love.
Brett and Bobbie moved on in their lives and John and I were living together at the time of this story. John was, (and still is) a teacher and I was a junior articles clerk in a solicitor’s office.
John and I loved each other very much but we both missed Bobbie and Brett. Bobbie and I exchange horny emails every now and again but they now live at the other end of the country and I live in Indonesia . Before I came here we only saw each other about once a year. A couple of years ago Bobbie spent a week with us in Darwin on her own because Brett couldn’t get leave. John thought all his birthdays had come at once as he had two girls in bed with him for a whole week. Bobbie promised to send Brett on his own the following year so I could have two gorgeous cocks to myself for a week. But that’s another story.
John and I found it a huge turn-on to lay in bed, naked, and reminisce about the things the four of us used to do when we were together. We would like nothing better than to lay together, masturbating each other slowly as we talk about those days. I can muse about how sensational it felt to feel his, or Brett’s cock slipping into me whilst it was still wet from being inside Bobbie a few seconds before, or how utterly wicked it felt to feel his, or Brett’s half limp cock slip out of me after shooting his load deep inside me, to be replaced seconds later with another hard muscled erection, penetrating me to the hilt, throbbing and pulsating as the depths of my vagina was flooded with a second gush of warm semen.
I’m so sorry. I got a little bit carried away there. I’m supposed to be telling you about Carla, but I get so fucking horny when I daydream about those days. I got to a stage, about half way through the last paragraph that I was typing with one hand, and fingering myself with the other!
One of the things that attracted me towards the job when I had my first interview was the casual air and dress of both the partners and Carla. It was not the usual stuffy, formal sort of atmosphere that you see and feel in many law practices and I soon felt at home there. I never feel real comfortable in tight skirts and I felt free to dress as I wished, which was usually a short, loose skirt, calf length boots and, like Carla, I favored light but tight fitting tops.
I enjoyed the job as soon as I started, however, I had one huge problem, I was completely obsessed with Peter. As soon as I walked into their office for my interview and saw him, my knees turned to water; he was the most beautiful, casual, laid-back guy I had ever met. He sort of lounged back in his chair with his right hand resting on his desk top twiddling a pen as he and Mark interviewed me. He was tall, about 6’ 2” had a typically bronzed Aussie’ complexion, (I later found out his great love was surfing) penetrating blue eyes, an unruly mop of flaxen hair which he kept brushing away from his eyes and, like most surfers, a fantastic athletic build. He wore a white shirt; open at the neck with the sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms. With the exception of John, my boy friend, I had never met a guy that had such an immediate effect on me.
I thought I had blown the interview, Peter’s presence was almost overpowering, I couldn’t hold eye contact with him for more than a couple of seconds without my tummy feeling like it was turning to water. It didn’t help when I dropped my eyes to his hand fiddling with his pen, it almost hypnotized me. I couldn’t help thinking what that hand would feel like against my skin, touching the side of my face, stroking and caressing my naked breasts, sliding slowly and sensuously upwards along the inside of my thighs, the fingers brushing against my soft lips underneath the fabric of my briefs. Ahhhhhh!!
“Fuck! Snap out of it you stupid cow.” I told myself as I realized that I was almost in a trance and my legs were actually falling apart as I sat there just thinking about Peter’s hand between them. Anyway, I got the job even though I blubbered my way through the interview.
It was great to be able to dress informally; I was expecting to be required to wear some sort of dark, severe business suit or uniform. I took my cue from Carla and wore my skirts short but loose and my tops casual. I consider myself to have a good body and be presentably good looking. Blonde, 24 years, blue eyes, slim with small breasts. I have been told that I have the sort of legs that a man would kill for. (See my profile pic’ and form your own opinion) I had also made up my mind that I wanted Peter to see as much of me as was decently possible, and, whenever I could, I would sit in such a position that whenever Peter was in the area he would get a good look at my legs. I tried to be discrete and not make it too obvious that I was attracted to him but I don’t think I made a very good job of fooling Carla, she would give me a rather wry sort of a smile every time she caught me gazing, (or rather drooling) at him.
Several times a week both Mark and Peter had court appearances, most of the time they were in court at different times but occasionally they were both away from the office at the same time. One Wednesday, after I had been working there for about two weeks, Mark had already left for court. Peter came down about 10am in his formal, black suit, (they had to dress formally for court.) He told Carla that he would be in court for most of the day. The way they smiled at each other and the way he lightly touched her shoulder as he spoke convinced me that they were definitely screwing each other.
I spent the next five minutes fantasising about watching Carla and Peter making love, burying my face between her gorgeous thighs, teasing her clit’ with my tongue and then kneeling at the side of her as Peter moved between her thighs. I was unconsciously squeezing my own thighs together as I imagined holding Peter’s erection and guiding it between Carla’s sweet thighs. It seemed I was spending most of my working time daydreaming about sex with either Peter, Carla or both of them..
Shit! I almost jumped out of my skin. Mark had returned to collect a brief which was on top of my desk. I had been so wrapped in my daydream I hadn’t noticed him return. I turned my chair to face him and my head was on a level with his hips which were just inches away from my face as he stood there.
“Sorry if I startled you.” He said, with the usual smile on his face. “Look after the shop; I’ll be in court all day.”
What the fuck was wrong with me? I couldn’t even mumble a reply. My eyes were riveted on the front of his trousers thinking how I would like to reach out, pull his zipper down and…..He moved off, and as he did so I noticed Carla looking at me with a big smile on her face.
Carla’s workspace was just along the reception desk from mine. As Mark left the office, she swung her chair around to face me and crossed her fabulous, slim legs, her tight skirt riding up along her smooth, shapely thighs and, being such a slut, my eyes were instantly drawn to them like a magnet. Still smiling she said,
“You’re not too good at hiding things, are you?”
“What do you mean?” I stammered. Of course I knew perfectly well what she meant and I could feel myself blushing to the roots of my hair.
“Look.” She said, “The boys are away for a while so I think it is about time you and I have a talk about what is happening around here. I’ll go and make us a coffee.”
‘Shit!’ I thought, as she was making the coffee, ‘I’ve blown it.’ I was sure I was in for a bollocking from her, and curiously, she had locked the office door on her way to make the coffee.
Carla came back with the coffee and put them both on the desk near me. She rolled her chair up close to mine. We were sat facing each other, our knees almost touching. I again cursed myself for not being able to resist a glance at her legs as she sat down.
“Ok,” she began, “You are as easy to read as a book and it’s rather obvious that you have one hell of an obsession about Peter.”
“No, no,” I started to stammer, “It’s just that…”
“Oh come on,” she interrupted, “You almost drool every time you look at him and go to pieces every time he comes near you.”
“Ok. Look, I’m sorry I am so obvious.” I couldn’t look her in the eyes, but when I dropped them I again found myself focusing on her perfect legs and was forced to turn my face away to my computer. “I suppose I should do the right thing and resign.” I said lamely.
“Don’t be silly.” She replied. “He’s a fantastic looking guy; it doesn’t surprise me that you should be attracted to him. The only reason I wanted to talk with you is because there is something you need to know from me and something I need to know from you in case we make complete fools of ourselves.”
I was feeling like a complete idiot. I knew exactly what was coming, she was about to warn me off Peter. Carla was still looking at me with her gorgeous smile, her mouth slightly open showing her perfect teeth and as she looked at me, she was slowly running the tip of her tongue along the bottom edge of her upper lip as if she were gazing at a display of cream cakes.
“Unless you haven’t already guessed.” she said, “Peter and I are an item and I intend for it to stay that way.”
There it was. She was warning me off. She had not raised her voice, nor had she stopped smiling, but she was warning me off just the same, and I felt crushed and embarrassed for being so stupidly obvious. I started to stammer some sort of apology but she leaned forward and placed her hand on top of mine which were clenched in my lap and said.
“Don’t apologise. Peter is a great looking guy and I can understand any girl being attracted to him. I just wanted to let you know how things are. Now, there is something I need to know from you so that we can avoid any further embarrassment.”
‘Oh God! What now.’ I thought.
“Am I right in thinking that you are more than a little interested in me?” she continued slowly. As she said this, she leaned forward in her chair and moved her hand from where she had been holding mine on my lap and placed it on my knee.
I almost jumped out of my chair as her hand rested softly on my knee, and my hands gripped the arm rests as if I was going to take off. Carla didn’t remove her hand however. She continued to smile and look directly into my eyes and left it resting on my knee. It was such a light touch but it felt as if a hot flush was radiating from her hand, along my thighs and infiltrating my tummy with a deep sensual burning.
“Oh Shit! Oh Fuck!” I blurted. “I’m so sorry Carla. I didn’t mean to offend you.” I was doubly embarrassed because I realized I had used the f**k and s**t words, not the sort of language a junior clerk in a legal practice would normally use in the presence of her senior.
“Ok. Don’t get upset.” She said. “I am not offended. I just want you to get it out in the open if it is true.”
I was so embarrassed by now that tears had started to roll down my cheeks.
“I’m so very sorry Carla.” I sobbed, “It’s true. You’re so gorgeous. I didn’t mean it to be so obvious. I promise I will…..” I didn’t get chance to finish.
Carla’s hand moved from resting on top of my knee and slowly slid between them. At the same time she rolled her chair closer until our chairs were side by side. She put her other hand on the side of my face and smoothed away the tears.
“Don’t cry.” She said softly as she lowered her face towards me and placed her sweet lips on mine.
My whole body melted. My lips opened to hers and my legs fell apart of their own accord as she moved her hand slowly along the inside of my thigh. I felt the tip of her tongue slip inside my mouth, my own tongue responded, probing and slipping against hers, like two slippery snakes performing a love ritual. My left hand moved behind her head, holding her face against mine and my other hand moved to her breast, cupping it in my hand, caressing it, savoring the feel of her hard, tight nipple protruding against the fabric of her top.
Carla’s hand was moving slowly higher between my thighs as we kissed. I was groaning deep in my throat, breathing hard through my nose against her cheek. It felt almost surreal. The higher her hand moved on the inside of my thigh, the weaker my body seemed to become, and I was slipping down lower in my chair as if my hips were trying to meet Carla’s hand, impatient for her fingers to reach their ultimate destination, the slowness of Carla’s hand was infuriatingly teasing as her fingers slowly caressed the inside of my thigh. She lifted her lips from mine. My breath was coming in short, sobbing gasps.
“I needed to be sure Amee. Do you really want me?” she whispered, her sweet lips only inches from mine. “Do you want to touch me, feel me? Tell me Amee. Tell me what you want to do with me.”
“Oh Fuck! Carla. Yes. Everything. Anything. Oh Please. Don’t stop.” I was gasping and slobbering I had dropped my free hand on to hers which was half way up the inside of my thigh, trying to move it higher but she resisted the pressure and held her hand steady halfway along the inside of my thigh. At the same time I had dropped my other hand from her small firm breast on to the top of her own thigh, just below the hem of her tight skirt which had ridden almost to the top of her thighs. Her skin was as smooth as silk, warm and inviting. I wanted to slide my hand higher. I needed to slide my hand higher. I knew I would die if I couldn’t, just once, feel the soft lips of her vagina against my fingertips. But Carla put her free hand on mine and stopped its upward movement.
She was playing with me and I knew it, but I couldn’t help myself, I was completely in her power. “Please! Oh Please!” I begged. But she stopped my begging with another long kiss which raised my emotions to an almost unbearable height of sensual overload and, during which time I continued, unsuccessfully, to put pressure on her hand between my thighs to urge it higher. Likewise, her left hand was still preventing mine from moving further up her leg.
Carla knew exactly how urgent my need was. She removed her lips from mine, still smiling. She knew she had me where she wanted me.
“I need to be sure you want me. ” She said, her wicked little smile teasing the shit out of me. As she said this she took her left hand off mine and slowly lifted the lever at the side of my chair which lowered the backrest. I was a bit startled as I felt myself going backwards and tried to sit up, but Carla put her hand on my shoulder and told me to relax. As my chair reclined, almost to the prone position, my right hand slipped from between her thighs and down to her knee.
“Show me where you want me to touch you Amee.”
“Yes.” I gasped as I again tried to pull her hand higher between my thighs. God! Yes. I would do anything for her. I wanted her so much. I was aching all over for her.
“No.” she smiled, still resisting the pressure of my hand. “I want you to show me with your hand.”
She had overpowered me completely. I couldn’t refuse. She made me pull my skirt up to my waist, revealing my black briefs.
“Show me. ” She said. “Show me where you want me to touch you.” I was aware that the smile had left her face, her voice had become a little hoarse and her breathing had quickened as she riveted her gaze on the front of my briefs.
I let my legs fall a little wider apart, moved my hand between my thighs and let my middle finger rest against the front of my briefs, lightly touching the incredibly sensitive lips of my vagina.
“Here.” I breathed softly, looking her directly in the eye. “I want you to touch me here.”
I had never felt so utterly horny in my life, but I was also aware that Carla was no longer completely in command of the situation. Her attitude so far had been one of sexy mischievousness, playing with my weakness, confident in the knowledge that I was younger and less experienced than her. She had obviously observed me in the short time that I had been working with her and concluded correctly that I was sexually obsessed with both her and Peter. She knew she could dominate me and get me to do whatever it took to have her.
The quickness of her breathing, the way she kept moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue and long, low groan deep in her throat as she watched the middle finger of my left hand slowly tracing back and forth along the cleavage of my vagina pressing hard against the fabric of my briefs all these things penetrated the mist of my sexual arousal and I knew that she wanted me as much as I wanted her and I decided to try to take the initiative.
I let my legs fall open a little wider and slipped my hand down the front of my panties. “Is this what you want to see?” I breathed, as I started to move my fingers.
Carla’s eyes were fixed on the outline of my fingers moving under the fabric. She exhaled a long, slow “Oooooh!” and slid her hand all the way up the inside of my thigh and put her hand against mine on the outside of my panties, feeling the movement of my finger inside as I continued to trace it back and forth along the moist, soft lips of my cunt.
I seemed to have gained the upper hand with her although I was finding it incredibly hard to maintain it. I could feel the beginning of that exquisite build up of tension I always get when I masturbate and I knew from experience that I had to keep the movement of my finger slow against my lips and clit’ and, at any cost I must resist the huge temptation to slip my finger inside because, once that happened, I knew my finger would go into overdrive regardless of what my brain tried to tell it and I would begin a stampede to an orgasm which I wouldn’t be able to stop even if the Pope walked into the room.
I have always loved to masturbate and it really excites me when someone is watching, luckily John and I got a real turn-on watching each other do it. We got a real high from talking to each other and getting into incredibly erotic detail about the things we have previously done with Bobbie and Brett. Sometimes I would wank him while he fingered me or sometimes we would just lie side by side on the bed and masturbate ourselves whilst we talked. It never ceases to fascinate me watching a guy come. I mean, when a guy comes inside you it’s great of course, but when a guy is driving several inches of hard cock into you and you are also bucking your hips against him and you are both about to come, the whole thing can get a bit frenetic and, it’s sometimes hard to imagine how hard he is coming and to feel how much. I know I am probably not making too much sense but there is nothing I liked more than to occasionally just lie naked with John, my cheek resting on the hard muscles of his stomach and stroking the whole length of his rigid shaft, savoring the feel of his tight balls as I fondle and caress them. It never ceased to amaze me how small my slim hand and fingers looked when they were wrapped around his rock-hard shaft, and how his huge length of rigid muscle could feel so smooth and silky to the touch.
I liked John to just lay back and relax and stroke my hair as I alternate between stroking his gorgeous cock and slipping it into my mouth and flicking the tip of my tongue against the swollen head. He would say it felts like a butterfly fluttering on the end of his cock. I would usually let him call the pace as I loved to hear the way he talked when he was approaching the point of no return and I had him completely in my power.
“Ahaaa! Fuck Ameeee! Yes! Oh Jeeeez! Yes! Just like that. Pleeeze! Faster! Amee! God! Fuck! I’m coming! Now! Amee, Amee, Ameeee….!
By the time he was approaching his orgasm I usually had the hard, swollen head of his cock between my lips, licking and probing the circumference hard with my wet, slippery tongue, one hand furiously wanking the length of his solid shaft and the other cupping his tight balls as his hips started to buck and jerk and a string of incomprehensible groans escaped his throat. This was usually the precursor of an imminent eruption. As soon as he gasped that he was coming I would make sure that the head of his cock was thoroughly wet with my saliva before I took him out of my mouth and moved my hand up to the top of his rod, jerking him rapidly, my palm deliciously lubricated by my saliva.
God! I just loved the way his cock seemed to convulse as that first stream of semen ejaculated. I have found also that, if I placed a fingertip of my hand that is holding his balls, at that soft point underneath his shaft, just above his balls, I could feel his cum, (or at least the first couple of forceful shots) like a series of little pulses as his semen coursed along his hard-on before erupting in a couple of hard, beautiful spurts before subsiding to gentler, spasmodic gushes that ooze out of the end of his cock like small lava flows which would run and drip down my clenched fist with the texture of warm cream.
I told John about Carla, how incredibly beautiful she was, and how I thought she was fucking Peter. John, half jokingly, asked me why I didn’t try to put the hard word on her. I told him that she was too classy for the likes of me and I would probably lose my job if I tried. He then went rather serious and told me that he honestly wouldn’t mind if I was getting it on with another girl as long as I didn’t try to keep it secret and shared my experiences with him.
Sorry, I digress. On reflection, it must have been a rather bizarre scene in the office; I was laying back in my chair, my skirt around my hips and my hand down the front of my briefs, fingering myself in front of Carla. Her eyes were riveted on my fingers as she watched them moving. She placed her hand on top of mine and pulled the hem of my briefs down, uncovering my fingers as she watched my middle finger slowly teasing the lips of my cunt.
“Oh. How gorgeous!” she exclaimed as she realized that I was completely smooth. “Let me touch Amee.” She breathed as she tried to move my fingers to one side.
“Is this just a one way party?” I asked her cheekily as I covered my vagina with my hand, preventing her touching me. I was recovering my confidence as it was becoming more obvious that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
Carla stood up. “No. It isn’t Amee.” She replied. “I need to make a call.” She said, very businesslike, and started to fish around in her handbag, pulling out her mobile.
I didn’t have a clue what she was doing. If she wanted to make a call, why didn’t she use the desk phone? I straightened up my chair and my clothing as she walked around the desk and across to the far side of the reception area, out of my earshot as she dialed a number. I was feeling rather miffed and embarrassed that she left me like that. I was sure she was almost as turned on as I was and I thought we were going to make out right there on the carpet behind the reception desk. She had her back to me as I looked over the desk at her, drinking in the perfection of her body, her firm, tight arse outlined against her close fitting skirt and her incredibly beautiful legs which, right then, I would give my right arm to be able to bury my face between.
She turned around suddenly and smiled at me, still talking in a low voice on the phone. She hung up after a few seconds and came back around the desk. She held out her hands to me I took them in mine and stood facing her. She slipped her hands around my waist and I draped mine around the back of her neck as our lips met, lightly at first, just brushing together, the tips of our tongues flicking and sliding together sensually. Carla pressed her hips against mine and I returned the pressure as our open lips crushed together, both of us groaning deep in our throats and Carla’s hands gripping the cheeks of my butt, pulling me hard against her.
We pulled apart breathlessly. “No.” Carla repeated. “It isn’t a one way show.