Miranda's Awaening

Miranda saw him in the distance heading towards her in the lobby. A slight panic came over her, but it felt so similar to excitement that she welcomed the feeling. Colby was clearly nervous as he approached, not knowing how to control the minor body movements that gave him away. She had given him the greatest sexual experience of his life and told him to meet her for lunch in her office today as well.

"Hi Miranda!" He almost sang her name, which more than slightly annoyed her.

He was so much like a character from a 1950's sitcom, he didn't seem real at times. As if his lines should be accompanied by a laugh track. His She'd have to work on that.

"I'll see you at 12:30 for lunch, right?" If he had a tail he'd be wagging it.

"Oh, that's right, I did invite you to lunch yesterday didn't I. I'll have to check my calendar and get back to you!" Her calculated comment bit.

She continued past him without pause, completely deflating him. She saw it on his face, mission accomplished! She needed control of the situation and she needed to toughen him up a bit. Not just for her, but for his own good as well.

She purposely waited late into the morning to find him found him to confirm their lunch. She could see the excitement in his eyes, but in her head she was determined to make it as businesslike as possible, while reestablishing the expectations of silence about their first encounter. Colby immediately began imagining Miranda's lips teasing his cock, not knowing she had no plans for a repeat encounter.

The clock seemed to drag for them both the rest of the morning. She wondered if he would play it cool and try to delay his arrival for five or ten minutes. It would be a good move and would show her he was learning how a woman's mind worked.

An eager knock rattled her door at 12:29. When she summoned him in, she had to giggle to herself seeing his excitement so evident in his trousers.

"You didn't just walk all the way down here like that?" She laughed.

"Huh? Like what?" He asked confused.

Miranda couldn't resist teasing just a bit more. She got up from her desk and met him halfway. Grabbing his cock over his trousers and leading him to the guest chair at her desk.

"Like this Colby," she said with a squeeze. "If people see you walking into my office with a raging hard on they'll never believe we have important business to discuss. Get that thing under control!!" She jokingly demanded.

He flushed with embarrassment then began his therapy dump. "I'm sorry, it's just after what happened yesterday, well I was so excited, then my wife questions me, and she won't even give me oral sex and...."

"Woa, woa!!! Slow down there big fella! You told your wife what happened?" A mix of frustration and panic swirled in her response.

"No!! No way, although I should have. She likes you...I mean like a...a favorite aunt...OR big sister way" he quickly added unable to save his obvious mistake. "she thought I was horny because something happened with Tracey. She hates Tracey."

"Most women do." Miranda said in relief. "So, you went home a little too horny?"

She let that linger in the air proudly. Sure, Tracey was the eye candy for many of the guys, but she knew she held her own and hearing that the office's biggest eye candy left work so horny from his encounter with her that he attacked his wife as soon as he got home, well that did deserve a bit of silent gloating. I do still have it, she thought.

"Ok, so you went home, and your wife wouldn't give you oral. We all have days were we just aren't up for it Colby!" She tried to calm him while also leaving room to hear more about their sex life.

"Days? Try never!! She is never up for it!"

"So, wait, she never gave you oral?" Miranda wasn't as shocked as she put on, but she wanted to make him feel justified in his feelings.

"Never!! Gosh, we barely have sex. I mean after yesterday I felt like an animal. I would never, ever rape a woman, but I could feel that energy racing through my body. When I saw her bend over in the kitchen I just had to have her. It felt incredible to be a man!"

"Oh Colby, and you should feel like a man!" Miranda said as she leaned over her desk and stroked his hand.

This wasn't going as she thought, in fact this talk of blow jobs, sex and the thought of Colby fucking Amy hard really got to her. She shifted in her seat as her pussy began to tingle.

"I felt like a man yesterday. I mean, after watching you touch yourself. And seeing an orgasm for the first time, it was just so hot!"

"C'mon Colby, every man has watched porn before. You can't tell me seeing me cum yesterday was the first time for you?"

"It really was, honest!"

His words struck her in an odd way. She was flattered, turned on and hot and bothered all while also gaining a deep feeling of responsibility, almost like a teacher. She began to fantasize about guiding Colby and Amy through the joys of sexual enlightenment. She stirred in her seat some more just imagining being their mentor.

"Miranda, it was so hot. You have no idea. I never say 'fuck' in front of my wife, and I certainly never pounce on her like a tiger hunting his prey, but that's what you did to me yesterday. Just sitting here- look what you've done to me - I can't get rid of this boner. I've had it all morning thinking about this meeting." He said in exasperation.

Power swirled in her loins, she thought of so many ways to take this conversation before finally she just blurted out, "show it to me!"

"Huh?" He was shocked and confused by the sudden comment.

"C'mon, I want you to stand up and take it out of you pants...I want to see you cock again Colby......Please!" She added as an irresistible touch.

And how she said please made pre-cum almost spurt out of his hole. He quietly said ok as his cheeks flushed, and his heart raced. He stood and slowly unzipped his zipper and dug around his briefs to free his dick. It stood straight up towards the ceiling. Begging for attention. Miranda just stared at it. Taking it in this time. Colby's cock looked powerful. She had to touch it.

"Oh Colby, that is one fine looking tool you have there" Miranda said as she slowly stood up and started walking towards him. Not taking her eyes off it once as she gracefully moved to the other side of the table and sat on the edge of her own desk.

A dribble of cum moisten a small section down the front of his shaft. She licked her lips and brought her eyes up to his. "Do you mind if I touch it?" She pleaded.

"Please!" He whispered.

She slowly took her index finger and touched the wet tip, then brought her middle finger in to help spread his juice all over the head. His dick twitched, and she giggled like a college girl. That was probably the last time she had encountered a dick this hard. Like steel, she pulled it away from his body and let it snap back against his shirt. He looked at her puzzled as if he questioned if she was just going to toy with him, not realizing the effects nature would someday have on his rigid tool.

She continued, curling her hand around his pole backwards. Allowing the head to rub against her palm as she curled her fingers around his long and rigid shaft. As she did this she stood and worked her mouth towards his ear. He groaned.

"Colby, you've really never had a blow job?" She asked with a purr.

"Uh, no! Really never." Anticipation flooded over him as he imagined Miranda taking him in her mouth. Oh, how he longed for that feeling.

"Well that is Amy's job and I'd hate to beat her to it!" She was struggling with that thought and wasn't sure how she wanted things to go.

"Oh god, honestly, she'll never do it! She thinks it's disgusting!" He was all but begging her to take him in her mouth. He could feel his opportunity slowly slipping away, but also was enjoying the soft touch of her masterful hand.

She grabbed his cock firmly and began stroking it harder - his pre-cum lubricating her hand and his shaft.

"What if I taught her?" She was as shocked as he was by the words from her mouth. Just saying them made her clit buzz. She could feel it swell and her own sex longed for attention.

"Oh god, yes that would be amazing, god you are so sexy!"

She could tell he was going to lose it any minute. She repositioned her hand, so she could more easily stroke his rod. God how she loved the power his tool gave her. She allowed her surprisingly naughty thought to grow like a seed.

Tim would be so proud as she went with it and whispered in his ear, "Our weekly lunch meeting agenda will be figuring out a way to make your wife into a horny little cocksucker."

Ooh, she was being naughty now, she almost felt like a gorgeous, sexy villain hatching a plan. It made her want to purr in his ear, but a soft moan would do. And it certainly did, she felt his dick twitch and as she looked down she got the show she didn't expect. With five spurts his cum shot all over her desk, some even landing on her leather chair. He slumped into the chair exhausted and spent. His head swirling from her words and her magical touch.

She only allowed it to last a moment. She didn't want too much discussion about the words she herself had to process.

"Colby, I have another meeting in 15 minutes. You've left me with some cleanup and I need you out of here before Dawn gets back from lunch!"

Only part of this was true. Dawn, her secretary, rarely returned on time and this little interaction only took fifteen minutes of her hour lunch. But Miranda wanted him out of the office, she only had so much time for what she needed to do.

"Get yourself together and start thinking about my offer." She said as she wiped cum from her desk, computer and phone, again surprised by her own comments.

He was already thinking about that offer. It would occupy his thoughts for days if not weeks. He made his way for the door in a daze of ecstasy.

"Oh, and Colby" she stopped him in his tracks. "Would you please lock the door on your way out? I don't want anyone interrupting me!" She said with a wicked smile and a wink. She knew that one would stick for a while.

As she heard the door lock she walked to her chair. Using her right index and middle finger she wiped up his cum from her leather chair, with her left hand she quickly pulled her panties down. She sat back in her chair and began to slowly swirl her cum covered fingers around her clit. Pleasure pulsed through her body as she settled into a most satisfying session.

Thoughts of stroking his cock, whispering dirty thoughts into his ear, him pounding his wife, her watching, instructing, taking over when necessary, riding his cock while she watched, giving her tips on rhythm, pace, hand placement, working the angle, she began feeling like a master instructor....it all flooded her mind and helped bring on the most amazing orgasm.

In the end she slumped in her chair laughing at herself with a chuckle. This was deliciously ridiculous and extremely fun to think about, and even though there was no way it would ever happen, and surely Colby could never pull it off.....it was so much fun to think about.

Miranda had no idea how her words and touch set Colby's mind in motion. He never struck her as a creative thinker, a nice sweet guy, yes; a creative, sexually sophisticated being, not quite. Oh, but the fun she'd have watching him transform under her tutelage, Ha! There she went again. Fantasizing like she was a character in a dirty romance novel. She needed another outlet for her naughty thoughts, she picked up her phone to text Tim ....

'Hey!'

'Well hey sexy, how's work? Any interruptions? ;)'

'My meeting didn't go as planned. I was really hoping to get this settled.'

'Uh oh, what went wrong? Someone else interrupt while you were 'setting him straight?''

Tim always had a way of sexualizing the situation one level beyond its' current state. It made her chuckle how dirty his mind was, and also reminded her that he was partially responsible for her sexual awakening.

She was always a sexual person and knew and enjoyed that her sexuality oozed from her like a wonderful fragrance. But it wasn't until she and Tim connected following her separation that she began pushing the boundaries of her thoughts and actions. With Tim she felt safe, non-judged in not only sexual ways but as a woman. He treated her the way she always longed to be treated, while allowing her to explore the fantasies she had buried during her marriage. A marriage that had turned into a daily judgement. Once the separation was established she felt free to explore and she had begun feeling safe to be herself with Tim prior to that established separation.

Tim worked in the same role as Miranda but in a different building. She had gotten to know him over the last three years since her promotion at meetings, lunches and company parties and gatherings. They even were assigned to work on a project or two together. That was what had established their slow but inevitable connection. Miranda's promotion coincided with his divorce.

He never overtly hit on her, he wasn't like that. But his stories and innuendos about single life in his forties intrigued her. Especially with the rut of a relationship she was in. Then a simple call to check in on her and ask if she had any questions about a new project helped spark something bigger between them.

His condo was on her way home and she bagan stopping by to talk work. Their short 'kitchen conversations' eventually led to his bedroom. Soon they both realized that their minds thought almost identically when it came to sexual desires and fantasies. Their texts, conversations and bedroom experiments led to them discovering just how similar they were. It also led to feeling connected like neither of them had ever experienced. After so many years of slow build up, they both fell quick and hard for each other once they opened up.

Now Miranda felt she was on the cusp of a level of sexual desire and fulfillment that she had never experienced. She felt as though she was going to get redemption for 10 years of sexual repression in her marriage. She paused on the thought of her luck in not only finding someone she connected so deeply with, but with finding someone who would allow and encourage her to explore fantasy. Jealousy so often stifles the creative mind, but what she has with Tim....

'Hello???? Sorry, are your hands full. Just send me some pics!'

She saw that his texts were unanswered for five minutes as she daydreamed.

'Ha! No. I am alone, just straightening up....I will tell you that one hand was very full about ten minutes ago! ;)'

'Hmmm...full or busy?'

'Both! 😘'

'You actually jerked him off?? I thought you were just going to make sure he stayed quiet.'

'Sorry, are you mad?'

'No, jealous!!! .......and hard!'

'Mmmmmm....I'll tell you all about it when I stop by tonight.'

'Can't wait!!'

.............

Colby couldn't wait either. And he probably should have. He was just so excited by his newly found sexual outlet and the offer before him that he just didn't take time to think things through and consider all the possible ways he could approach things with Amy.

Miranda underestimated the level of stupidity created by male hormones and too many hard-ons in a twenty-four-hour period. He got home early for the second day in a row, but this time Amy wasn't home. He decided he would give Amy a show and see if it sparked the same interest in her that Miranda's masturbation did in him. He stripped his clothes off and kept his eyes on the street from their bedroom window.

The fact that his dick stayed hard for the entire half hour wait was lost on the 26-year-old. It may have led to his over-eagerness to play out his plan, rather than think things through. If more blood was in his brain than his dick, he may have realized it was Thursday night, the night that Amy worked out with her friend Kelley every week for the last year. The night that Kelly usually stopped over on her way home from said workout. If he wasn't so focused on his faulty plan, he may have even noticed Kelley's car in the guest spot. And if he wasn't so excited and so sure of his plan, he would have looked a little longer at Amy's car to see the passenger in it. Instead, he hopped on the bed, put on some 'easy listening' louder than needed to draw her in and then he more than cracked their bedroom door open.

They lived in a two-bedroom apartment. The bathroom was entered by the door adjacent to that very cracked door of the bedroom. Colby lay in his full glory displaying his cock proudly. He slowly stroked the shaft up and down, straight up towards the ceiling, so Amy could appreciate its full length. The music drowned out the girl's discussion and laughter as they entered. It also drowned out Amy calling for him twice. And it most certainly drowned out Kelley asking to use the bathroom.

Amy reminded her she didn't ever need to ask and then decided to see if Colby was in their bedroom bathroom. She followed a few steps behind Kelly, wondering out loud if Colby was taking a shower since the music was so loud. It was unlike him to blast music, amy thought to herself.

Kelley's eye caught something in her peripheral vision as she approached the bathroom. She couldn't help but look into Amy and Colby's bedroom and what she saw instantly mesmerized her. She couldn't deny she had thought Colby was cute, but she was very happy with her husband Jeff. But seeing Colby fully naked, slowly stroking his long shaft immediately hypnotized her. She let out a soft sigh as the image sent sweet vibrations to her pussy.

Kelley's brief visual orgasm was disrupted by Amy's voice, "You okay Kel?" Amy asked as she approached.

A quick "uh yeah" without turning around and quickly getting into the bathroom and shutting the door helped her escape the uncomfortable situation that was about to explode.

"Colby!!! She heard Amy gasp as the bedroom door slammed closed. There was muffled arguing and she did what anyone in the situation would do....held her pee and got the heck out of there. She was finally able to breathe when she hit the first light at the intersection down the block. Far enough away from their apartment.

As reality set in, she couldn't help but be drawn back to the image now engrained in her head. Part of her imagined Amy not being there and being able to go in and explore his cock. Her mind lingered there and explored the various possibilities it offered. Then the light turned green and the car behind her honked her back to reality.

How would she ever be able to face Amy the next day. Then she imagined herself in Amy's shoes. Jeff certainly wouldn't be playing with the type of tool Colby was, which would probably actually make her more embarrassed. But Amy was so uptight. It now bothered her to think back on all the times Amy complained about sex and not really being interested in it. She had a perfect specimen of a husband, who was sweet to boot, she had no idea how good she had it.

Amy was horrified. Her best work friend and work out partner had just seen her husband pleasuring himself.

"What are you doing??? What on earth are you thinking?" She yelled in exasperation.

She imagined this would be the tone she would take with her own child someday, maybe after their first drinking episode.

"Awe, come on Amy!! I'm trying to turn you on."

"By jerking off in front of my friend??" She whisper-yelled at him.

"What??? Your friend?" He was confused.

He reached for the sheets to cover himself up and reached to turn off the music as he tried to think through his second mess in two days. Once the music was off he heard the apartment door close and his dick and heart sunk.

"Dammit Colby what has gotten into you?" She was fuming.