Monday morning came around and I dragged myself out of bed feeling physically and mentally exhausted after the events of the weekend but I couldn't afford to throw a sickie as work was already piling up on my desk. As I opened my bedroom door I could hear the shower running, so realising Laura must have beaten me to it I headed downstairs to fix some breakfast.
I still couldn't really get my head around what had happened between me and Laura over the last couple of days but I was at a loss as to how to approach it with her. Saturday night could be put down to alcohol and the feel good factor of her birthday but last night we were both sober and yet she had still snuck into my room and handcuffed me to my bed while I was asleep. And that's before I even thought about the things she did.
I did have genuine feelings for her as we had grown so close over the last two years since she began renting my spare room but I always assumed these were purely platonic on both our parts. The last thing I wanted to do was upset her but how could it be avoided? If she had other feelings for me I didn't want to hurt her by telling her it was purely physical but then if that's all it was to her I didn't want to scare her by telling her I had feelings for her.
I was still wrestling with my thoughts as I sat on one of the bar stools aimlessly poking my cereal around the bowel when I heard footsteps at the bottom of the stairs and when I turned around I was shocked to see Laura looking so sexy for a day in the office. Normal work attire for her was a pair of smart trousers and a blouse or occasionally she would wear a full suit if she had a big presentation. Today she looked unreal as she stood there before me wearing a crisp white shirt that had the first three buttons unfastened providing me with a great view of her tits that were pushed up and together, which was paired with a tight short skirt that clung to her firm arse that led the eye down her legs to a pair of red high heels that added a couple of inches to her short frame. All this was topped off with bright red lipstick on her soft lips while her hair was tied up in a bun, strands cascading down the side of her face and her brilliant blue eyes were framed by large rectangular glasses.
"Fucking hell Laura, you trying to give the boss a hard on?"
She simply stepped towards me and smiled causing my dick to stir despite the mental torment I was going through.
"Laura-" I began to speak but she held a finger against my lips with one hand while the other stroked and massaged my cock through my shorts.
"Shhhhh."
And then there was silence as she took both her hands to my shorts and pulled them down my legs until I was sitting on the stool with just my t-shirt on as she began to fondle my balls. Her eyes lit up as my cock grew before her as she played with my balls, squeezing them gently and tickling my sack and the bottom of my shaft until I was at full length.
Once my dick was hard she got onto he knees and began to stroke it slowly up and down, marvelling at it as the enlarged head appeared with each downward stroke as she pulled my foreskin down to my balls before returning it to the top, hiding the head once more. She maintained this slow, blissful handjob while my balls churned as the feelings inside me grew and not once did she say a word or even look up at me, she just remained staring at my cock while it was just inches from her face. Last night she was acting like a dirty little slut who got off on talking to me; telling me how wet she was and that she was going to make me cum and how she loved it knowing I was watching her get herself off and yet this morning she seemed fascinated by my cock, as if she had never seen one before in her life as she studied each twitch and spasm that it made.
As she stroked it up and down she would tighten and then loosen her grip so that she created a pulsing feeling as she wanked me off so slowly I thought she would be at it for days. She took her hand from my balls and pressed gently but firmly against my perineum and suddenly I felt my balls tighten as shockwaves ran through my cock and a small splattering of precum formed at the slit in my head.
"Oh fuck Laura that feels so good. I love it."
Laura looked at me and shook her head "nu huh, no talking," she whispered before turning her attention back to my dick.
She continued to alternate between rubbing my balls and massaging my perineum with one hand while she rubbed the head of my dick with the thumb of her other hand, covering it with the fluid that seeped out of the top every time I felt the pressure near my arse. I couldn't believe the feelings that rattled through me whenever she pushed her hand against me and I could feel my arsehole twitching as her fingers edged closer. As she continued to stroke me up and down as slowly as she could, small drops of cum started oozing from the top of my cock and as it did Laura gleefully rubbed it into my head.
"Oh fuck me Laura, I'm gonna cum," and my cock started throbbing but instead of the huge streams of creamy white spunk that Laura had been drawing out of me over the weekend, an almost watery liquid continued to trickle out of the head of my cock where Laura greedily massaged it along my shaft.
"Oh fuck Laura. Faster. Make me cum."
The cum dripped out of my shuddering cock in a slow, continuous stream but there was no feeling of relief as I was left constantly teetering on the edge. It felt like I was always on the brink of cumming but couldn't quite get there as all the nerves in my cock were on fire, that almost painful feeling that arrives just before the glorious sensation of the final release, only this time there was no release.
"Fucking hell. Please Laura. Wank me off, I'm so close!" I pleaded.
But Laura ignored me, instead taking several seconds to run her hand down my cock and several more to slide it back up again bringing my foreskin with it until it covered my head and then began the slow journey back down to my balls again. I started to move my hips to try to fuck her hand but she just relaxed her grip and shook her head until I stopped and then she went back to the tortuous pleasure she was giving me.
My legs started to shake and I could feel a tremor rising up within my entire body as the sensations grew in intensity until I was almost crying with pleasure as every inch of my cock was now covered in the juice that had leaked out of the head of my cock as Laura moved her hands along my length.
"Ahhh, fuck Laura. Oh my god. Oh fucking hell I can't take it. Make me cum. Please. Please make me cum!"
I could hear the desperation in my voice as I wavered on the brink of passing out from the sensations as Laura's hands continued to creep up and down my rock hard cock. Laura grinned and interlocked her fingers as she began using both hands to gently caress all around the head of my cock while she continued her slow movements up and down as if she was trying to squeeze the cum out of me like a tube of toothpaste.
"Ahhhh. Oh my god" I was desperate for relief from the painful pleasure I was receiving as it felt like a thousand tiny needles were pressing into the head of my raging cock. "It's so fucking sensitive. I need to cum Laura. Fuck. Yessss. Oh god I can feel it. Oh fuck. Fuck yes. I'm gonna cum."
She removed one hand from my cock and applied pressure to my perineum again whilst she continued to squeeze and release the head of my cock until suddenly my insides burst and my trembling cock erupted.
"Urghhhhhhhhh!"
Laura stopped moving her hands and just held my cock, squeezing lightly against the tip as it throbbed back against her fingers and two long torrents of watery cum squirted out of me shooting passed my face and over my shoulder, followed by a third and a fourth hitting me under my chin and splashing against my t-shirt as she continued to squeeze it out of the head of my cock.
I grabbed hold of the breakfast bar to stop myself from toppling over as my dick continued to gush and my eyes rolled backwards in their sockets as I almost blacked out from the intensity of my orgasm. I was still sitting there several seconds later with my eyes closed, breathing hard when I felt Laura standing next to me and then I felt her wet tongue on my face as she licked up the cum from my chin and down into the nape of my neck where it had started to run.
"Thanks for breakfast Dave," she whispered and with that she turned on her heels, picked up her bag and was out of the front door before I could even respond as my cock still twitched while the rest of my body slowly began to come back to life. Once I had recovered enough to move I looked down and my t-shirt was saturated in the watery liquid that now began to spill onto the floor and I couldn't believe the intensity of the orgasms that Laura had given me over the last few days.
I gingerly got to my feet as my t-shirt clung to me and grabbed a cloth to clean up the mess that had been made and as I came down from the high of my orgasm the gnawing in the back of mind returned; part of me just wanted to get a taste of Laura's sweet pussy and fuck her senseless but part of me thought I had to stop this now before it ruined our friendship.
After my delayed start to the day I had a quick shower, got dressed and was heading out of the door when my phone vibrated to notify me of an incoming message
I'm meeting you for lunch. 12:30pm. Food court on Solomon Street. Don't keep me waiting. L. xx
There is was again, Laura taking full control assuming I would drop everything and meet her whenever she wanted. But although I wanted to reply and tell her I was busy I knew full well that I would be there as I yearned to see her and I thought meeting her in a public place we might finally get a chance to talk about what was going on between us. Clearly things had gone beyond a weekend of fun but I was determined that we would discuss the last few days as it was going to be difficult enough already but I hoped that there was still some way to salvage our relationship before things got out of control.
I had barely been in the office for ten minutes when an email came through from Laura entitled 'My bosses new desk' with a jpeg file attached and no description. Assuming she meant to send it to someone else I clicked the picture file to see if it held any clues and almost choked as my screen was filled with a photo of Laura posing in her sexy work outfit, legs crossed, shirt undone revealing her amazing cleavage and a pen held seductively on her lips while she looked at me from behind a big wooden desk. I closed down the attachment and quickly looked around me to make sure that nobody else saw it, my cheeks burning and the familiar feeling growing inside me.
