Tom

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

This is a continuation of my Tom series, please read the previous story for contaxt and background.

Tom had been back at work for two weeks, enough grievance time he had decided. When he first went back there was a steady trickle of people coming to see him, to express their sorrow, to offer their condolences, but oddly, he thought, not John Henderson his neighbour who also worked there somewhere, perhaps John thought that he had expressed himself at the cremation, or perhaps he wasn't allowed in this section of the labs. Tom had Access All Areas, he had no restrictions, he knew that did not apply to all staff.

He was no closer to finding the source of the leaks, he had passed on his suspicion of the Hendersons but had not received an update on the Agency's investigations. A couple of days after he had fucked Helen Henderson she had come knocking on his door.

"Do you have a few minutes?" She asked him.

"Sure," he replied, "come in."

They went through and sat in the lounge, he on the sofa, Helen on the chair opposite. He had not offered her a drink, simply allowed her into his house.

"How are you Tom," she asked, a look of concern in her face.

"I am fine Helen, I shall go back to the office next week, I have been away long enough, I need to get back to work."

"Yes, I understand, and Tom, what about us?"

"What us Helen?"

"What we shared the other day; I hoped that may continue." He had expected her sooner; she was playing it quite well.

"There is no us Helen, what happened was a mistake, my wife is hardly cold in the ground," a poor expression considering that she had been cremated, but it sufficed, "and I found myself in bed with another woman. It was wrong of me, perhaps I took advantage of your good nature, all I can do is apologise."

She had looked across at him and her knees parted a little more, her knickers visible, stretched tightly over her fanny, she played the game well.

"That is a shame Tom, I had thought that you enjoyed it, that the time we had did you some good, helped with your recovery."

"Helen, I have been chastising myself ever since. It was a mistake, one that I can only apologise for."

She looked at him and shook her head sadly and stood up.

"If ever you change your mind Tom, I would love to explore again, you left me buzzing for days."

Tom stood and embraced her, she would notice his hard dick as it pressed against her, but he would not take things beyond the friendly neighbourly hug. He shut and locked the front door behind her and smiled, she would try again, he would fail to resist next time.

Now, he was back at work. Sandra, the laboratory Admin Officer came and stood by his desk.

"How are you Tom?" She asked as she sat perched on the edge of his desk, her skirt riding up slightly.

"Oh, well, I'm alright Sandra I suppose. Life goes on you know, well, mine does." He left the implication of Jo's death hanging in the air.

"Come with me at lunch time, we will go and have some lunch at the Woodsman's Arms, get out of this place."

"Oh, I don't think so Sandra," he replied.

"It will do you good, I bet you sit at your desk and when you go home you sit on your sofa. I am taking you for lunch, you need it."

He shrugged, "I am not good company."

"Maybe not," she replied, "and that is understandable, but I am, so we are going to lunch. I'll come by your desk around quarter before twelve. We'll get back when we get back, we shall have lunch and have a change of scenery."

He couldn't tell if this was a genuine concern about his mental wellbeing or not, he didn't really know Sandra that well. He got back to studying the data and lost his head in the details, and before he knew it Sandra was standing by his desk.

"Oh, gosh," he said, "sorry I was a bit engrossed, is it time?"

"Yes Tom," she answered, "it is time, come on, lock your screen, let's go."

He locked his computer and turned the screen off and stood up, following slightly behind Sandra as they went through security and out into the car park. "We'll take mine," she said and stood next to a low sports car, an old one, a Triumph he realised.

She unlocked his door and then walked around to her side and unlocked hers, no central locking he noticed, the car was that old. He sat and as he turned to fix his seatbelt he couldn't help but notice her knickers as she bent to get in the car. Was she to be the latest attempt on him, after he had rebuffed Helen? He decided that if she was, then he would let her get her way.

The Woodsman's Arms was a small inn on the outskirts of the city, urban sprawl behind it, open countryside and rolling Yorkshire hills in front of it. Its carpark was busy with a mix of SUVs and high end cars, this was not a workers watering hole. Jo and Tom had gone there once and find it a little pretentious and had not gone back.

"It's warm, "Sandra said, "shall we sit outside?"

There were plenty of free tables available despite the cars in the car park, perhaps everyone was sat inside, Tom wasn't really interested enough to care. He was wondering at Sandra's motives.

"You grab a table," he said, "I'll get drinks, what do you want?"

"Slimline tonic please," she said.

Tom headed into the bar area, it was busy inside, there were some TV screens dotted around, and a cricket match was being shown, Tom guessed that is why people were inside. The intricacies and politics of Australia versus England at cricket did not grab his attention, he turned to the bar. He ordered an alcohol-free beer for himself, and the slimline for Sandra.

With the drinks ordered he went outside with the bar menu in his hand. Sandra had a table at far side of the grassed area, her back to him, the views before her. As he walked up, she looked at him and patted the seat beside her. The table was one of those typical of pub beer gardens, a large table with connected bench seats each side.

"Sit here Tom," she said, "the view is too good to keep to myself."

He put the drinks down and then handed her the menu, "I brought out the bar menu for you to see." He said as he sat down, putting the menu on the table in front of her. Sitting down involved stepping over the seat and then lowering himself onto it whilst steadying himself with the table.

As he sat, he noticed that a couple of the buttons on Sandra's blouse had become undone, the swell of her breasts now quite visible, he was a man, that was indeed a nice view. As he sat, she shuffled over so that their hips were touching and she turned to face him.

"How are things now that the dust has settled?" She asked, "are you okay at home?"

He looked at her, ensuring that she saw his eyes stray to her cleavage, and then up to look her in the eyes. He shrugged, there was little to say.

"Are you getting out? Are you seeing people?"

"Sandra, I leave work, I drive home, home is empty, there is no one to cook for, no one to laugh with. I open a tin of something, usually beans, I put TV on, it bores me, so I turn it off. Eventually I go and shower and then get into bed looking forward to the oblivion that comes with the night. No, I am not getting out, no I am not seeing people."

She rested her hand on his thigh and squeezed, "Oh that is awful Tom, you shouldn't be like that." Her hand slid a little higher, and his dick noticed.

"What else should I do Sandra? I can't simply go out, I have no one to go out with, these days you don't simply meet people at a pub or a disco, no it is all online stuff, and I can't be doing with that." She squeezed his leg gently as he spoke.

"You're here with me," she said, "this is out. You just need to speak to people and then things happen."

"What things happen Sandra?" He looked again at her cleavage, the swell of her breasts inviting, her bra showing a hint of nipple peaking from the edge of the lace. His dick noticed.

"What would you like to happen Tom? Would you like closeness, would you like intimacy, would you like simple laughter, what would you like? She asked, her hand sliding higher up his thigh, now almost touching the mound hiding his bulging dick.

"All of the above Sandra, anything to take away the emptiness and darkness that is my existence."

"This is an Inn Tom," she said, her hand moving and resting on his bulge, his dick twitching at the contact. "Inns have bedrooms."

His dick twitched again, mostly as he twerked it himself, sending Sandra an unspoken message. In his experience women did not behave like Sandra unless they were after something, and he was interested to find out what that something could be.

"Bedrooms allow intimacy Tom," she said.

"Yes they do," he said, "but such times deserve to be more than a quick lunchtime rumble."

She felt his dick throbbing in his trousers, she squeezed and moved her hand up and down, "luckily," she said, "we are booked into an offsite meeting all afternoon, and luckily, I have booked a room here. to hold that meeting."

She let go of his dick and stood up. "Wait here a moment, I'll go and get the key." She stepped over the bench seat and walked back to the Inn. She was around three minutes and then reappeared, he stood and walked towards her.

She linked her arm in his and they walked to the side entrance, away from the bar, the door simply said 'rooms'. He opened the door and stood back allowing Sandra to take the lead, it was both gentlemanly and also, this was her gig, he let her take the lead. He followed her along a corridor and then up some stairs. She stood in front of a room door at the end of the corridor.

"This is us," she said, swiping the door card and then opening and walking in. He followed through the door and looked at the room. It was what some would call a junior suite. A sofa by the window with a small table with a fruit bowl on it and a bottle of sparkling water. The bed was king size, and there was a door leading to a bathroom.

Sandra turned the bedding down plumping the pillows and then faced him.

"We've been in the office all morning, let's share a shower." She continued unbuttoning her blouse, a process that she had started whilst he had been at the bar, her bra covered breasts high on her chest, fully revealed as she pulled her blouse from her skirt and pulled it off, placing it on the sofa. She undid a button on her skirt and then the zip and let her skirt fall, her knickers a match for her bra.

She bent and picked up her skirt and laid it on the sofa with her blouse. She walked to him and began to tug at his polo shirt pulling it over his head, throwing it towards the sofa, and then running her hands across his chest, tweaking at his small man nipples, before sliding them down and undoing the waist of his trousers. He felt a frisson of pleasures as her hand ran the fly zip down over his hard dick.

He pushed his trousers and underpants down as one and stepped out of them, stooping to pick them up and add them to the clothing on the sofa, turning he faced her, his dick hard and pressing forwards. He took her shoulders and turned her around, undoing the catch of her bra, pushing the straps over her shoulders, it fell forward down her arms. She threw it to the sofa.

He turned her round and sank to his knees, his hands on the waist of her knickers, slowly rolling them down her hips revealing her sex, her hairless crease in front of his face. He blew gently as he rolled her knickers down her legs to her ankles.

Sandra gulped as she felt his breath on her fanny, and she stepped her left foot out of her knickers and stood before him her legs apart, feeling her fanny valley open, feeling the cooler air on her labia and the breeze of his breath as he blew towards her clitoris. Her pleasures began flowing, her pressures began building and she almost exploded when his tongue pressed at the top of her crease and pushed at her clitoris.

"Stop," she said, "Stop, let's shower, it'll be better."

He responded by running his tongue down her valley from her clitoris to her entrance, pressing his tongue into her, licking and sucking, his hands holding her legs just above her knees.

"Oh God," she gasped as she felt his hands move up her legs towards her groin.

She pulled his head away, "Stop," she gasped, "Stop, shower, I need a shower."

"You taste fine to me," he said, his tongue sliding between her labia.

She stepped back, her chest heaving as she recovered her composure, then turning she headed to the bathroom. She turned the shower on, took the complimentary shower cap from the vanity and put it over her hair and then stepped under the falling water.

"Turn around," Tom said, "I'll wash your back."

Sandra turned and rested her hands against the back shower wall, the water falling on her back, the droplets almost tickling as they fell. Tom turned the shower head so that the water ran against the wall and not on her back. He took the shower gel and squirted it on to his hand and then rubbed his hand over her back, spreading the gel evenly.

He tapped her feet with his, widening her stance, her buttocks parted a little more and Tom squeezed more shower gel at the top of her buttocks, watching it dribble down and cover her anus. He squeezed more gel onto his dick and stepped forward, holding his dick and pressing against her sphincter.

She felt his dick pushing at her arse, 'God no,' she thought, she had never had anal sex, she had heard it was painful, but her rational mind asked if it actually was painful, why did so many people do it. His pressure grew, her arse began to hurt slightly and then there was a pop and he was inside her.

There was no pain as such, a little discomfort, but no real pain, she could feel him pushing deeper and deeper and then his stomach was pressing against her buttocks. She couldn't feel anything inside, but there was a warmth at her entrance, a stretch as his dick opened her, and her sphincter tightened to try and close.

His dick in her arse, Tom didn't shag her, he just left his dick pressed fully home, and he began to rub his hands over her back, smearing the gel. He reached up and redirected the shower head so that the water was now falling on her back and running down in rivulets, into her arse crack and then around his dick and falling to the shower floor from his balls.

The water falling from him was erotic, sensational even, his breath was gulping, his hands flexing in free air, his dick wanted to move, he resisted, he wanted the sensations to continue, he knew from experience that he could orgasm like this, but he wanted to leave that for later, he had to control and pull out before that happened.

She felt disconnected to what he was doing, he was in control, her body was commanded by him. Some of the falling water was going down her front, over her breasts and falling from her nipples, giving her a small sensual tickle. Just as she was beginning to embrace the feeling, she felt his dick pull from her arse, her backside gaping, water flowing down her back flowing over her opening.

Tom reached up and took the shower fitting from its hook and aimed the spray of water at her anus, flooding her bowel with the warm water. She flinched, "God that tickles," she said, "I've never felt anything like it."

He watched as her sphincter slowly closed and then repelled all water, he knew that if he fucked her arse, water would squirt out as he pushed in. He pondered whether he should or not. She turned and faced him, a smile on her face, "pass me the gel," she said.

She squirted gel onto her hand, took his dick with her other hand and pulled his foreskin back revealing his glans. She rubbed it into his hard dick and around his glans, the gel making him slick and her hand glided easily over his rim, Tom gasping at the intense pleasures in his dick, his knees almost giving way. She reached down and massaged his balls, adding more gel as she softly squeezed his balls, moving them in his sack.

She loved that he was shaved, she disliked pubic hair, it was wiry, made the groin look untidy, and got stuck in her teeth, she had long since gotten rid of her own, she would not subject anyone else to things that she herself hated. She felt a cramping and her arse opened, a jet of water splashing down at the shower floor, she didn't dare look, just in case.

"Nice to be clean inside," he said laughing.

The water was off, and they stepped from the shower, drying each other with the towels before heading to the bed. Sandra got on first, Tom followed kneeling between her ankles, leaning forward to continue his oral ministrations. Sandra held her breath in anticipation, laying her head back, she closed her eyes and let his mouth work its magic.

He pressed his tongue between her labia, running it along her valley, moving between her fanny and her clitoris before gently easing her clitoris from its hiding hole and gripping it in his teeth, pulling, twisting. Two fingers up between his chin and he pressed them at the bottom of her valley, pressing at her entrance, pushing past her opening and into her depth.

She was lying on her back, her legs apart, her eyes closed. She felt his tongue, its roughness as it moved along her valley, flicking over her urethra giving her a moment of pleasures and then it was pushing at her clitoris, her body tensed, her buttocks tightened and pleasures flowed.

She gasped, and then a sharp intake of breath as he found her clitoris and nipped it, pulled it, strained it. Her pressures ramped up, her fingers splayed and then screwed up, her back began to arch, her head tipped back more, her heels dug into the mattress, and as she thought she could take no more stimulus, his fingers pushed inside her, stretching her fanny.

She was no stranger to sex, she had experienced much that was on offer, and in her experience, Tom's approach was rare. Most men just looked to get their dick in her fanny, Tom seemed in no rush to do that, unusual. She would enjoy the experience, and should she get repeat performances, would each one be good, she wondered.

He could feel bumps, ripples and small ridges in the walls of her fanny, as he ran his fingernails over them, he could feel her tremors, her little twitches. He opened his fingers as if they were scissors, and pulled them back towards her opening, her fanny muscles squeezing his fingers closed as he approached her entrance.

He began to pump his fingers in and out of her body, simulating a fuck, his teeth released her clitoris and he lapped at it and then licked at it, feeling her tensions growing, her fanny clamping his fingers, squeezing them tightly together, she has some kind of pelvic floor he thought.

She was gulping in air, hardly able to let it out, she felt her chest tighten, her mouth was just open, her gulps changed to small intakes of breath, her fanny felt on fire, pleasures were rushing through every fibre of her body, electrics fizzed in her groin, her fingers squeezed the mattress and she exploded, her orgasm erupted and she screamed, releasing the tensions in her chest, her body bucked on the bed, and she slumped into the mattress, overcome with the pleasures.

Her pelvic bone nearly smashed into his chin as she suddenly bucked upwards, her scream of orgasm echoed around the hotel room, his fingers held tight inside her, and he eased away, pulling his fingers back and out at a moment of relax from her body. He moved to the side and up the bed, lying next to her, watching her breasts as they rose and fell on her chest, her breaths were deep gulps, her eyes staring, no voice, just breaths and stares.