About a month had passed since my night with Jess and Ashley. In that time, Dawn had dropped by for coffee on two further occasions during which I introduced her to the table-top and lap dance positions; Dawn was a keen student and always thanked me with a nice clean-up with her tongue. I was disappointed that the subject of anal had not arisen again, but I had not given up hope.
I was getting used to my new life-style. Jessica began to feel like a distant memory as the hot sex with my neighbour's wife had become my new focus. It was so much easier; I knew where she was and she didn't keep me in limbo like Jess. Also, I felt more in control -- with Jess it was always me doing what she wanted but Dawn was definitely more submissive. Yeah -- it was a good teacher/student relationship with the added bonus of knowing I was screwing my neighbour's wife. Well, he didn't give her what she wanted so I was doing him a favour really, by keeping his wife happy!
As I shuffled through the bills in my post, an unusual envelope caught my eye. It certainly looked more interesting than the bills and I ripped the envelope open; inside was a party invitation from Jess for her upcoming birthday. Surprised to say the very least, I dropped the invite on the table as I thought about this young woman. She fucks me, has a threesome with me and then disappears off the radar for a month without a word and then invites me to her birthday. Just remembering the two nights spent with her, though, causes the front of my trousers to tent out and I know attending the party gets Junior's vote.
Intrigued, I pick up the invitation again to check the details. So, the venue will be Daddy's yacht -- casual wear -- bring a swimsuit. The yacht will be moored about twenty minutes' drive away; plenty of champagne and a buffet feast and, no, Daddy will most definitely not be attending.
I had to laugh at the last part. Jess definitely wanted it made clear that the old man wouldn't be around to spoil her fun on her birthday!
I threw the invite to one side, putting off my decision for now and opened the rest of the post. As I thought it was all bills except for an envelope which just contained a picture; it was from Ashley -- a picture of her in a bikini with a message scrawled on the back saying "Hope you can make it!" I turned the picture over again and was reminded of her eager body enjoying mine. That made up my mind; I would go but more to see Ashley than for Jess.
I had some more work to do for Gerry at his office today followed by an afternoon at another of my clients, so all in all a busy day ahead. Arriving at Gerry's, I went to the usual office he let me use and was shortly followed in by Niamh who asked me if I wanted a tea or coffee and that I could call on her if I needed anything. Looking at her in her short flowery dress, I thought "There's definitely something you could do for me,"; but I asked for a coffee and admired her rear as she exited through the door. Her legs were nice and shapely and were encased in a pair of sheer, flesh coloured tights or stockings. Oh God, please let it be stockings and suspenders. My hand gravitated towards my cock as I imagined her sitting on the desk in front of me, with her legs spread wide as I buried my face between her heavenly thighs.
When she returned with my coffee, I thanked her and made a comment about how she brightened up the office with her radiant smile. She blushed and thanked me, brushing down the hem of her dress as she departed.
I had a further two coffees that morning; not because I was thirsty but just to break up the monotony of working through Gerry's accounts with the pleasure of seeing young Niamh again. The problem with drinking so much, though, is the inevitable by-product of needing a piss and the call of nature hit me at about eleven. As I left the office for the loo, I noticed Niamh at the printer; so, naturally, I detoured that way just to admire the scenery.
She turned from the printer with a pile of papers in her hand just as I was about to pass and, whether it was the shock of seeing me I don't know, but she dropped them on the floor. I bent down with her to help her pick them up. Gathering up the sheets of paper with her, I managed a sneaky peak at her legs as her dress had ridden up slightly while she crouched down; I could see the tops of what turned out to be hold-ups. Not stockings and suspenders then, but the next best thing! She caught the direction of my stare and closed her legs together to prevent me seeing any further up. As we rose. I looked down at the papers in my hands and noticed that they were accountancy study papers.
Seeing the look on my face, she explained that she was studying to be a book-keeper and that she had hopes of progressing on to become an accountant after that. She explained that there were a couple of matters that she was finding it difficult to get her head around and that Gerry had suggested I might be able to help her. Thinking of the opportunity of seeing more, in both senses, of the lovely Niamh, I suggested that we meet up in a bar in town after work so that I could try to clear the problematic issues up with her. She readily accepted my offer and I left her to go to the loo.
Once inside the toilet, I decided against using the urinal and went to a cubicle, where I dropped my trousers and boxers, had a pee and then started stroking my semi-erect cock; thinking about Niamh and her lovely legs clad in the hold-ups. I went back to my fantasy of her sitting on the desk in front of me with her legs spread wide and my mouth burying itself in her bare pussy, lapping up her flowing juices. In my mind, as I looked up at her face, it was Jess and not Niamh sitting there. Dammit, that girl has me under a spell, I swear it! I then began to fantasize about Jess burying her tongue in Niamh's honeypot while Niamh was busy gagging on my cock -- my cum erupted out from me and splattered the toilet seat as well as the bowl. I cleaned up the mess, pulled up my clothing and returned to the office, taking a quick peek in Niamh's direction as I went past.
I finished up at Gerry's and went on to the offices of my second client that day, which were on the opposite side of town. The rest of the day dragged, and my mind kept returning to my evening liaison with Niamh. As soon as I could, I finished up work and returned to my pad where I showered before fixing a quick bite to eat.
It was fast approaching the time when I needed to be leaving, so I slipped on a casual shirt and a pair of jeans, picked up my wallet and keys and left. Upon reaching the Mucky Duck, I scanned the bar for Niamh but she was nowhere to be seen. I ordered a scotch and found a table in a well-lit area so that we would be able to see the paperwork easily. When Niamh arrived, my jaw dropped. She was in school uniform and was instantly checked for ID by the barman. After asking her a few questions, he seemed satisfied but as it was, she only ordered a coke.
While she was at the bar, I took the opportunity to study her. The outfit was a simple white blouse, with a matching tartan skirt and tie. The skirt finished about four inches above the knee, showing off a decent amount of her shapely legs. She was in a pair of flat black pumps and knee-high white socks. I almost creamed my pants just looking at her.
As she walked over to me, carrying her drink and her bag full of papers, I sensed an air of nervousness about her. She sat down opposite me and thanked me again for taking the time to help her. We chatted idly for a while and I enquired about the uniform; she advised me that it was something in her psyche, but she always studied better and took information in better if she was wearing her school uniform. I certainly wasn't going to complain! I started to get up to get myself another drink, but she insisted on buying me one as a thank you for my help. I took in the delightful view of her arse and legs as she walked away -- I wasn't the only one in the bar whose attention she had captured; several other men were watching her closely as her young body glided across the room.
When she returned, she had a glass of white wine for herself and my scotch. She sat down opposite again but I suggested that, to make the "study session" easier, it would be better if she sat beside me. She rose and came around the table, sitting on the chair next to mine. It was quite tight for room under the table and our legs were pressed together, leaving me wishing I had worn a pair of shorts so that I might feel some skin on skin. She reached for her bag and pulled out the paperwork, sifting through it till she found the sections that were bothering her and placed these on the table. I began the task of explaining the fundamentals to her and the simple rules which, if followed correctly, should ensure that errors were kept to a minimum, if not avoided all together.
At one point, as I reached for my scotch, my left elbow brushed against the side of her breast; it was a sweet, sweet feeling! I apologised, and she looked at me and said it wasn't a problem, but there was a look in her eyes that told me otherwise. She had already caught me looking up her dress in the office; now I had, accidently, brushed her breast while our legs were pressed against each other under the table. I was looking for any kind of signal but if she were sending one my antenna wasn't on the same frequency!
With all of her questions resolved, we finished our drinks and started to go our separate ways. I noticed that one of the younger men left the pub just after us and started walking in the same direction as Niamh. Fearing for her safety, I quickly changed direction and caught her up, offering to see her home. She tried to say no but when I explained to her my cause for concern she decided to accept my offer.
As we walked, we chatted. I enquired whether she still lived with her parents and she explained that she rented a place with her sister Alaina and Alaina's boyfriend. When we arrived at her front door, she asked if I wanted to come in for a coffee or something. Intrigued by the "or something", I accepted her offer. She led me into the kitchen where I sat at the table as she prepared two cups of coffee. Short of things to talk about, I enquired as to her parents and her upbringing. I soon wished I hadn't as her face became shadowed in sorrow; her mother worked the streets, her dad had, effectively, been her pimp when he decided that he couldn't be bothered to work anymore. The girls left home as soon as they could, fed up with all the different men entering the house, some of whom made advances towards the sisters. Once, they heard their drunken mother negotiating a price for the two of them, but they slipped out the back door and disappeared for several hours.
My attention was disturbed when the ceiling started to creak. Niamh looked up and laughed, "You'll have to ignore that," she said, "that'll be Alaina and Josh making the two-backed beast. They're at it like rabbits most of the time!"
