I had lived in the city for six months and made a few friends of my own age at work and at the house where I had a room, but I never seemed to find what I wanted, what I had dreamed of for so long at school and at university an older woman like Miss Clifford, my Eng. Lit teacher, or Janice P, my favourite lecturer at college.
So in the sixth month of my job I despaired of finding any sexual release until the London office sent us down a new technical director to cover for our own guy who was taken ill suddenly. Her name was Joanna and she was my perfect type again: blonde, short bobbed hair, broad shoulders, beautiful round, strong brown arms when she slipped off her jacket and sat working in white short-sleeved blouse. I watched her arms mesmerised as she sat at her keyboard. Again, it was the slight rippling interplay of muscles that made me wet. Her fingers were quite thick and strong, her voice sensually deep. She ignored me totally every day!
I conjured up images of her as I lay in bed at night and stroked and rubbed myself to gasping, jerking climaxes. One day she came in a shorter skirt than usual and when she bent down to collect something from a bottom drawer of a filing cabinet, I saw her smooth thighs, muscular, taut and so shapely. I was so wet than when I went home I collapsed on the bed and masturbated for a full hour.
We had a late training night one Thursday. It went on and on and as I came out and started to walk. Home in the day it started to rain. A car stopped beside me and I hear her voice. Hop in. I'll run you home.' I jumped in, heart pounding. You're a quiet girl,' she said. `You don't say much. And I never have much to say to you because you are so excellent at your work. You never ask stupid questions. You are much the brightest girl there. And the most beautiful.' My heart nearly exploded.
This is where I live,' I said, voice tense. Would you like a coffee?'
All right then.' She sounded amused. We walked up the steps to the big Victorian front door together. I had a studio flat on the immediate right downstairs. I led the way. Oh, it's really rather nice Lucy,' she said, looking around her. You even get a double bed!' She crossed the room and flopped down on it. Too long a day. Come and flop with me.'
Bewildered I moved over and sat tentatively beside her. She pulled me down, seized my head in two strong hands which framed my face and then she started to kiss me as I had never been kissed before, on and on, mouths moving together, lips sliding and sucking, tongues wrestling. It went on too long, too fiercely, I fought for air and gasped. `No!' I said.' Not like this.' Then she slapped he hard across the cheek an d suddenly ripped my shirt open, wide open, the buttons flying apart. Then she was seizing my bra and tugging it high over my breasts which she seized upon, one in each hand before sucking and biting my nipples, her knee moving between mine, opening my legs.
In the next minute she was stripping me bare and when she had me completely naked she parted my legs with her hands and started to stroke my wetness there. `This IS the way you want!' she said. 'You just didn't know it.' She didn't even bother to; get undressed. She just slipped out of her jacket and then she was on me again, more of the violent kissing as her hands stroked and worked me this way and that, sure, confident, dominant, so wonderful. I watched those arm muscles ripple again as her fingers stroked and teased and pleasured me remorselessly. I began to cum and cum, again and again, as never before. In the middle of my screaming she turned me over and held me down across her still fully clothed lap and began to beat my ass with a broad open palm, harder and harder as her other hand beneath me continued to play with my wet pussy and slid deeper inside me, two fingers became three, four. I bucked and jerked and screamed.
Eventually, she released me, stood up and began to strip. That was all for you. Now I am really going to take you for my own pleasure,' she said. I shall have to beat you even harder.'
To be continued if you like. Do let me know how you feel about it. I really have been alone in this city for six months so a reaction would be welcome!
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