This is Part Two of my Manipulation story, you can read Part One by returning to my name 'wills', hit the blue link at the top or bottom of this story.
Manipulation is written in five parts, each part is written and will be posted at weekly intervals. Each part can be read as an individual erotic story, you
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get more pleasure and enjoyment by reading the whole series, that is why I have refrained from posting until the series is completely written. I have written a 'spin off' story, "Mandy" a girl who described herself as 'I'm like a candy bar, I don't mind who has a bit, as long as they don't take the whole bar'; it will be posted after Part Five. I hope you enjoy the story, please vote and send me feedback on the Public Comment page or privately.
FRIDAY
It is nearly 30 hours since I last spoke with Anna. I have not called my wife, partly out of fear that she might change her mind, and partly because I am still lost for words. Don't ask me what I've been doing for the last day or so because I really have no idea! I have not shot a load in that time, I decided to take my wife's advice seriously and save my juice for Anna, well, except for Anna's little game on the telephone, I might only get one shot at this, I want her to remember it.
I arrived for lunch about a quarter of an hour early, a waiter showed me to a quiet corner table where I sat with first date nerves. My wife is smart, she knows that not many people eat lunch in a city hotel so it was going to be quieter than a down town restaurant. Anna arrived precisely at 1 o'clock. She walked across the dining room and I had a chance to really look at her properly for the first time in fifteen years. She is a little shorter than me, still with the rich dark brown hair. Once, early on when she worked for me, she dyed it red after hearing a chance comment about how sexy I thought red heads were, my wife was furious, she accusing me of telling her to do it.
Her hair flows as she walks, wavy shoulder length at the sides, longer at the back. Breasts, relatively high on her chest, and, just like I remembered, they undulate as she walks, a promise of brimming over goodness: I can hardly wait to get my hands and lips on them. She has relatively narrow shoulders that accentuate her breast size, when she first worked for me, she had a habit of folding her arms across her chest under her breasts as if she trying to stop them escaping, of course, all that did was to give them a platform to bounce on.
Slim waist but not skinny, her tummy used to be as flat as a board, it had spread a little as we all do with age, boy was I going to make it spread some! Her bum, to my eyes, was to die for. I have never discussed Anna's bum with my wife. My wife's is exquisite, like the proverbial two halves of a peach but Anna's, well it was another class. It stuck out, looked perfectly round and had the distinctly disconcerting tendency to push her skirt away from her body so she looked, as she walked, as if she were partly undressed. Tight skirts were impossible; Anna wore light flowing skirts where the fabric could move with the ripples of her bum cheeks. As she walked toward me with her skirt dancing around her knees and those slim sun tanned legs I thought I was going to cum right then into my napkin!
I reached toward her with a greeting kiss and, as usual, I made a complete mess of it. As I went for her cheek, she checked my move, held me back, looked me straight in the eyes, and then kissed my mouth. Fiercely! I got the taste of her right then, God this girl's pussy extends all the way to her mouth. She tasted wonderful, fresh, clean, a hint of perfume from her lipstick and spring flowers from her hair. And there it was, lurking in the background, that earthy, lusty Anna smell.
We separated and as she pulled away, she stroked my cheek, "Ola meu amore."
We sat facing each other, complimenting each other on their appearances whilst the waiters brought menus and drinks. I have no idea what we ate; we both had the set lunch menu.
For a while, we talked about families and friends, our work and all of the usual things, avoiding the thing we were there to discuss. She leaned into me, across the table, and took my hand. She drew little circles on my palm with her nail and with her eyes on my hand, started to speak.
"Meu amore, don't worry about anything. I want a child so much it is eating me up inside, I am miserable, unhappy, and there is no other way. I want you to be the father of my child, I cannot think of anyone who would be a better father. You must know that I love you, that I loved you all those years ago and have never stopped. Federico and me, well that's different, I want this child, I want it to be ours, I am prepared to risk everything for that. To some degree, the desire I have for you may just be sexual, I have fantasised enough about you over the years; remember all those times in the office? I so much wanted to throw you on the floor and get on top of you; I have to have you. You will be doing me the greatest possible favour by getting me pregnant, I want this child so much, but you must never tell Federico, there is no need for him to know or to be hurt by what we have ahead of us. That's my first rule, Federico must never know about us."
She looked up and stared directly into my eyes, "Promise me now."
I gave her my solemn undertaking, not that I was ever going to discuss screwing his wife with him.
"The second rule is easy, if we don't succeed this month, then we have to keep trying and trying, I will probably want to carry one making love to you even when I'm pregnant but I'm not sure your wife will let me."
I replied half-heartedly, "You may not want to once the novelty has worn off, but lets wait and see what happens."
She gave me that delicious smile, "Meu amore, you have no idea how long I have waited for this, I'm not sure that I will want to give you up, despite all of the promises I have made to your wife. I have a longing for you that I cannot explain, not to you and not to myself. I just know that we have to do this and then see where it takes us. Maybe the spell will be broken once you make love to me, I have waited such a long time for this, and now, just like before my panties are damp just with looking at you. Its just like it was all those years ago. Do you remember that day in the office when I was wearing those Lycra pants! Never again!"
"Yes, I remember it very well, how could I forget. If I have it right, that was the start of you and my wife playing games with me, I never properly understood what all that was about, except that I was getting you displaying yourself before me in the office and my wife with the hots for me when I got home. My wife was reminding me of it just the other night."
"My God will she ever remember it. I was so embarrassed and so excited at the same time. I did not mean to cum all over her hand but I just could not stop once she touched me. You know, I bought those Lycra pants especially for you. I knew how much you liked to watch my bottom, you were always looking at it as I walked around the room and I thought they would give you the perfect view. Little did I know the pleasure and trouble they would cause. I know she has talked to you about that day so you have some idea of just how sensitive I was. I was young then, sexually charged up all the time and getting no relief, except from myself, even that was clumsy, uncontrolled. I suppose I did not really understand what was happening to my body until she took charge of me. I was a late starter, my period's didn't start until I was sixteen and my breasts sort of shot out over night, one day nothing, then these lumps started forming and I thought they would never stop! Then from nowhere I had these puffy pink lips between my thighs, tingling as if they wanted to be rubbed all the time. Honestly, you have no idea what it was like. Those damn hormones urging me to do the most outrageous things.
"That day I suppose I dressed up deliberately to excite you, what happened was I got excited just from thinking about getting you excited! I was trying to work and the damn pants kept pulling and squeezing at my labia. By the time I shut the door between our offices I was dripping wet, rubbed raw, and had a wedge of toilet paper stuffed down my pants trying to soak up my juices."
Anna's face flushed a delicate pink as she recounted this memory, whilst she continued to draw her nail across my palm, occasionally looking up at me with her bright sparkling eyes. My other hand was in my crutch trying to ease a raging hard-on to a more comfortable position, without being too obvious about it.
"Any way, I called your wife, who was in the office that day. She came into my room and I explained my problem. Honestly, I did not know where to look, I was so embarrassed, but she was wonderful about the whole thing, holding my hand and encouraging me to explain just what the problem was. When I finally managed to tell her she pulled me to her and stroked my hair kissing away my tears. 'Don't worry,' she said. 'What is happening to you is entirely natural, nothing to be ashamed of. I am going to look after you and teach you everything you need to know about your body. You are so young and so far away from home, I am going to be an older sister to you and help you through this. This will be fun. Do you want me to help you?' Of course, I agreed, more out of relief than anything, I needed someone I could talk to about my body and how I was feeling. She told me she was just going to pop out to the shops and buy some ointment to ease the soreness the pants had caused.
"When she returned she told me to take off my pants and sit on the chair. Then I was really embarrassed. The Lycra pants were so tight fitting that all my regular panties showed through them, this was a time way before 'thongs' became fashionable, so I had decided not to wear any. I whispered, 'I'm not wearing any panties.' She laughed and said, 'you naughty girl, no wonder you are having problems. Good job I bought you some, I had imagined yours would have been wet through.' She showed what she had bought; very pretty, black silk with a lace-scalloped border. Oh, you saw those later didn't you."
She threw her head back and laughed, blushing even deeper, looking captivating; the full red lips of her mouth parting to show her teeth. She brushed the hair from her face, licking her lips she leaned in again, taking my hand and squeezing it gently.
"Well, I turned away from her and lowered my pants. I could hear her breathing quite sharply as my naked bottom appeared bobbing toward her. I turned around to face her and sat on the chair, blushing deeply. She took in a deep breath looking down at my hips, and said, in a slightly high pitch than usual, 'I've brought you some lotion for your hem... lips, the chemist said it will sooth the skin, it's for babies actually, for nappy rash, but it should do the job. Can you manage or do you want me to...' I said 'Please can you do it, you can see just where the soreness is.' She knelt down in front of me and I parted my legs. Squeezing some lotion into the palm of her hand, she ever so gentle brought her palm to my pussy. That was a big mistake. If she had just rubbed it straight on we might have got away with it, but that gentle caress and the coolness of the lotion sent me right over the edge again. Oh! Oh! Oh! I went, my hips bucking off the chair and came straight into her hand. 'I am sorry, I am so sorry' I blurted. 'I don't know what happened.'
'Yes you do,' she said laughing and massaging the cream and my juice over my pussy 'you're not to worry about it; you're a very sexy girl with natural urges, the rest of us just wish we could come like you.' And with that, she gave me a quick kiss straight onto my pussy and licked her lips. I very nearly came again, the shock of the kiss making me tingle all through my body. That was the first time any one had seen my pussy and I had never imagined any one wanting to kiss it. She cleaned off the excess moisture with a tissue and handed me the panties, saying, 'You and I are going to start meeting regularly so that I can help you understand your body and what you can do with it, you need to learn, and pretty quickly, how to get some control over yourself. Now get dressed, please try to remember to wear panties when you come to work in future; and not a word of this to anyone, especially my husband, Lord knows how he keeps himself under control with you around. I'm just pleased that he relives himself in me when he gets home!' Honestly, when she said that I thought I was going to come all over again. Whew that's made me pretty hot and icky."
Crikey, this is hot, I didn't know anything about this, sure, my wife had told me a version of this but not all this detail. She is going to have some explaining to do to me when I get home!
I said to Anna, "I remember the last time you used that word - icky."
"Well, before you remind me, do you think we can pay for lunch and go for a walk; I want you away from the prying eyes and ears of these waiters. I'm sure they are trying to listen to us!"
We strolled out into Parque Eduard VII opposite the hotel. I suppose to others we looked like lovers, she was hanging onto my arm leaning round to kiss me and whispering 'Meu amore, meu amore, I can't tell you how happy I am. We are so lucky, we are going to be the happiest people in the world.' I was happy just to have this beautiful girl on my arm, I could not wait to get hold of her body, and she certainly had my hormones racing with her sexy tales. I wanted to hear much more about what had gone on between her and my wife. We stopped and kissed each other for the first with passion and emotion, relieved of any sense of guilt, feeling the relationship develop us as our bodies each sought the other. I could feel her breasts and stomach pressing into me just as surely as she could feel my dick trying to find a way into her. She broke the kiss, reached down between us, and gave my dick a friendly squeeze.
