The Writing
Being an amateur writer sounds quite glamorous, but it wasn't.
In his real job, he was a teacher, tired and usually living from one paycheck to another. The writing was his release. He lived alone, having been divorced and dated a couple of women but the affairs were usually like-warm and ended quickly. Tim, like many had more than a passing interest in one or two of his female work colleagues. Gilly held his attention, slender, stunning looking and with a vivacious personality, he listed after her but being married, too beautiful and way out of his league, Tim was relegated to the 'friend zone' and so out of bounds. One Saturday afternoon, he was browsing for writing support websites and downloads that would help him pen the one masterpiece that would make him successful. After hours of searching and quite by accident, he came across a page offering a downloadable program that would make his writing, 'like real life' He thought about it, it wasn't cheap. It was quite expensive, but he was persuaded and paid the full amount. Within moments, the program was downloaded.
Immediately, encouraged by this new editing program, he dug in and started writing a new story, using Gilly, his much lusted-after colleague at work, as the main character, he used her name, for the first time and described her in detail. As he wrote, his mind's eye was filled with every curve, every line of her face, even her perfume, her medium tits, and finally her tight arse. He wanted her pussy to be hairless and her desires unfulfilled. Tim imagined her being sexually frustrated, never reaching orgasm from her husband's pathetic dick and driven to distraction. He wrote that she had taken herself off and taken photographs of her wet pussy and her naked tits and sent them to Tim. Moreover, she had slipped off her damp panties and handed them to him to excite herself and arouse his interest. Then later, she decided to satisfy the burning in her loins by coming to him. Impulsively, she turned up at the main character's flat and demanded the dirtiest sex, he could think of and wrote it down. Of course, Tim wrote himself as the male protagonist and filled nearly two sheets on the wild fucking that he gave her and of course, in sheer gratitude, Gilly would give him all her holes to fill.
"Wow, that's pretty steamy stuff!" Tom sighed, his dick stiffening as he proofread it. He clicked on the new program icon and the program activated. Tim watched it at work, words were changed, and grammar was sharpened. His words were rearranged. Now, there was not a single mistake. It read well. The language was subtle and clever. Tim smiled. Looking at his watch, it was nearly midnight and so uploaded to his cloud files and retired for the night.
The next day was Friday, and a welcome end to the week in school was unlike his usual Friday. He woke refreshed and full of energy. A newfound confidence suffused his body, his mind, and his spirit. Every lesson went well, and he felt great. A feeling he had lost in the years of teaching but regained something of himself today. More than that he had crossed paths with Gilly, who worked in the lower school, and she smiled warmly and was quite chatty and chatted with him. His day was enhanced by her attention. At the end of the day, he found himself wandering to the foundation class, intent on bidding farewell to wish her a nice weekend. She was alone in the class, and busy in the cupboard when he came in.
"Oh, Tim I was hoping to catch you." She emerged from the cupboard straightening her clothes. She walked over to him and slipped a wadded-up pair of wet red panties into his hand. Shocked, he stood, frozen to the spot. She smiled, reached for her phone, deftly found pictures, and sent them to his phone. The iPhone in his pocket vibrated, rousing him from his reverie. He reached into his pocket, pulled it out and found three new photographs had been sent from Gilly's phone. He input his password and opened the pictures. There was a picture of a pair of naked breasts, topped with coral pink nipples, stiff and inviting. The next, a shaved pussy, with two fingers prying her sex open for him to see the fleshy invitation inside. The final item sent, was the most explicit, a brief twenty-second video of her fingering her tight pussy. He could hear her moaning softly and the sound of her wetness slopping as she fucked herself. Tim looked at her as she busied herself with her bag and jacket. Without hesitation, he put the wet panties to his nose. Her scent was intoxicating- sweet but musky. A pure woman's scent. A woman whom he wanted to taste. Instinctively he licked the gusset. She looked at him.
"Soon, you'll taste the real thing." She smiled.
Tim could only stammer a question, "When did you take these?"
"The pictures in the loo at lunchtime. The video, just a moment ago in the cupboard. I couldn't help myself. I wanted you to see my pussy before you fuck me."
"But you're married!" Tim replied,
"Yes, but I need you." With that, she left. Tim stood still shocked and immobile. He couldn't act for a full minute.
All the way home, Tim couldn't believe it. As he parked his little Ford Focus in the flat complex car park, he remembered his story. Barely remembering to lock the car, he dashed up through the exterior door, up the stairs and not his dingy little flat. He opened the laptop, waiting for it to power up. Impatiently, he carefully double-tapped the cloud server icon and downloaded his story.
It was exactly as he wrote. She had taken explicit pictures of herself and given him her damp panties. He stared at how won words. It was unbelievable. He sat down and re-read the words on the screen.
"Surely this can't be right?" He sighed but secretly wanted it to be real. Gilly wouldn't come over -would she?