In my last story, "Encore on Barnes Common," Rachel, my platonic friend from my schooldays, and I had moved our relationship up a level following her catching me masturbating in the office. We continued the exploration of our sexuality in the car on the way home. Lisa, my American fuck-buddy condoned this new arrangement as she too was enjoying the attentions of a much longer appendage on the other side of the Pond.
Saturday 8:10 am
I laid in bed comforting the routine morning woody, recalling the surprising events of the previous evening. I turned over and opened my laptop, but there was nothing further from Lisa. Looking at my watch and mentally calculating the time difference, I assumed that she was lying in bed in some foreign airport hotel firmly attached at the groin to her new lover. Knowing that she too was enjoying sex outside of our relationship, I found it strangely comforting and my thoughts turned to Rachel and started a leisurely wank. Wanting to retain the sexual smell of her after yesterday's erotic events, I had not showered before retiring, hence my cock was still sticky with her emissions.
I jumped as my mobile rang next to my ear and I tried in the half-light to identify the caller. Too early for business, and unlikely to be Lisa. I wondered if it was Rachel, awake and horny too, but the screen said 'unidentified caller'.
"Good morning Tom!"
It was Kamile, my very fuckable Turkish client Mrs Ferrer. I visualised her jet-black hair, the dark green eyes, the full red lips, that impossibly narrow waist and a slender deeply bronzed body that no man in his right mind could refuse, and probably none had. Until I came along that is with my stupid principles. But then, contradictively, I had just had sex with a married woman myself hadn't I?
"Hello Mrs Ferrer."
Even though it was Saturday, and I wasn't at work, I didn't think it politically correct to use her Christian name. But I still continued to stroke my cock as I envisaged her sweat-laden body writhing under mine. There are principles, and there are principles.
"I hope this isn't too early for you?"
"Actually I am still in bed." Now why the fuck did I say that? Perhaps it was my penis speaking, assisted by my free hand.
"Ooh, that's a coincidence, so I am! Not interrupting anything I trust?"
I laughed, the thought of that delightful olive body lying naked on her bed and in conversation with me, emboldened me, "I should be so lucky!"
"I know the feeling Tom, I so hate waking up alone, don't you?"
Despite the knowledge that it would be dangerous to get involved with this woman, I replied with my own hasty innuendo.
"Yes, it can be a hard time of the day."
Suspecting where this conversation was heading, I wasn't surprised at her husky response.
"And the horniest time too."
My cock was now rock hard, and I wondered in my own horny state if those long delicate brown fingers were stroking her pussy. Was it hairy, I wondered? Did Eastern European women shave down there? In what position did they like to fuck? Were they really as dirty as rumoured?
"Definitely," I replied, wondering what she would say if she knew my hard cock was inches from the phone. But then I suspected her wet pussy wasn't far from hers either! I had a brief rash desire to ask her to let me hear her stroke it.
"At least the sun is shining this morning, I so enjoy it first thing," she whispered ambiguously, "And with British weather you never know what will come up in the day ahead."
Her seductive innuendos were making my skin prickle. I wondered if there was ever a time when she didn't enjoy it, whatever
it
was.
"Come over here and see for yourself what's come up," I muttered to myself.
"What did you say, Tom?"
"I said, I must see for myself and get up," I replied, squeezing some early pre-cum from my erection and spreading it across the swollen head, wishing it was her fingers, or better still, her tongue.
"Do you, Tom?"
"Do I what?"
"Enjoy it first thing?"
"Enjoy what first thing?" I was playing along with her dangerous game.
"The day, silly, what did you think I meant?"
"Not really," I lied, suddenly remembering Rachel's words of caution. This woman was dangerous territory.
I pulled the phone away from my ear as she laughed out loud.
"Oh, I bet you do, I bet you are lying there wondering what I am thinking about, you all alone in your bed, me all alone in mine, my husband too far away to care about me."
That bet wouldn't win any prizes, I thought. My resolve once again weakening, I made one more half-hearted attempt to back off. I didn't help by using her Christian name for the first time.
"Kamile, you're a client of the Company I work for, a married woman, and a very beautiful sexy one at that, but we shouldn't be talking like this."
"Tom, you have to understand we have different values where I come from. And I totally agree with you, talking is such a poor substitute."
For what, I didn't need to ask, "I know, but I do have to go to work." Shit, now I was making excuses, when I should be saying no.
"What, on your day off, Tom? There are so much more pleasant things to do on a Saturday morning." Like fucking you I thought!
"I am meeting somebody," I lied again, unconvincingly, "I do have other clients you know."
I detected a faint sniffle. So, she was playing the rejection game, albeit not too convincingly. I imagined her lips pouted in disappointment. If women can fake orgasms, crying shouldn't be any problem!
I relented, "If it's any consolation, and seeing I will be in the office, I will see if I can amend your drawing today."
She took the bait instantly, the sniffle mysteriously disappearing, "Oh Tom, that would be so kind of you, then you could bring it round this afternoon. And bring the bill too so I can give you a cheque. Then I would be off the books so to speak."
Catching on instantly, I smiled to myself, this calculating female had it all planned out. By paying her bill she would no longer be an active client and my already weakening principles would lie in ashes. I wondered to myself if this was the only reason I was fending her off. I wanted more with Rachel, now we had both expressed our true feelings, but she had made it clear we could go nowhere just yet with the new level we had just created in our relationship.
Kamile Ferrer on the other hand had been flirting with me for months, but not as strongly as she was at this moment Then there was also her husband to consider, a very powerful diplomat, but he must be well aware of her errant ways. Perhaps they had an open marriage? The six inch brain currently wrapped in my fist was saying go for it, what was left of it in my head was flashing warning lights. But my cock was easily winning the battle.
"I will call you when it's ready Kamile, I am going to football this afternoon, so I'll drop it in on the way." Her mansion, with a quarter mile drive in from the road and bordering Epping Forest, wasn't really on the way, but generally in the same direction.
Her answer was predictable, and weakened my resolve further. "Oh Tom, you must stay and go through it with me, you know how useless I am with anything technical. Perhaps if you have nothing planned you could call in on your way back? I would very grateful."
My cock twitched in my hand knowing how easily it would burst at her suggested gratefulness. If this sexy woman was craving for a fuck, then who was I to refuse? It was time to call her bluff, with an innuendo of my own.
"My evening is clear so I can spend as long with you as you want me to, to make sure you are totally satisfied."
She returned my riposte and giggled delightfully in my ear, "Thank you Tom, I will now get up and be thinking of it all day."
"I think of getting it up all the time," I murmured.
"What did you say?" she whispered.
"I said, I think it's time to get up myself."
"Okay Tom, I will let you go. You will make it special for me won't you?"
"The drawing of course?"
