My name is Ray and I have a story to tell.
The story of how I gave myself up to a woman.
It all began one evening at work. I was the administrator at a local adult education college. It was a simple enough job, and I was coasting along happily enough.
The college was spread over three floors in an old Victorian building in East London. It was full of poorly lit, dusty rooms and peeling pipework.
On the evening in question, I was sat in a rather tedious conference for all of the faculty heads.
The atmosphere in the room was sleepy and no-one was particularly engaged in the meeting. There were a few unfamiliar faces from funding bodies and local organisations present.
However, one woman was new, and she was quite striking.
The woman, we shall call her Deva, was sat across from me. She wore a front buttoning dress that was cut fairly short. She had on nude tights and as she sat, crossed legged, in the chair, the gorgeous curve of her thighs were revealed.
I could almost see up to the top of her thighs under the desktop.
I was obviously paying her too much attention and I realised that she was staring back, and I felt my cock stiffen. She had a look, a straightforward expression, which made me suspect that she was not a woman who wasted time on anything.
Throughout the meeting, I could not avoid occasionally glancing at those smooth thighs and the tiny triangle that would appear every time she uncrossed her legs.
After the meeting was wrapped up and all the paperwork done, I gathered my things to take back to the faculty office.
I passed her, sat on a chair in the lobby, quietly watching me go by.
She caught my eye.
"Well, hello, what did you think of the conference, as dull as all that?"
I stuttered, "Oh no, usual thing really - where were you from again?"
She smiled, "I am from a new charity. We have a specialised client group, and I thought the college might be an interesting place to encourage participation."
"Listen Ray", she began, "I really wouldn't mind a little tour of the building, just to get an idea of what you do here, could you facilitate that for me?"
She had remembered my name.
"Of course, I can get someone to ring to set that up..."
She cut me off.
"Well Ray, I was thinking that you might give me one right now?", she paused for effect, "unless you have somewhere you need to be?"
As she added that comment, she uncrossed her legs again, showing a long flash of nylon and just the smallest hint of fabric between her legs.
To that end, I found myself about fifteen minutes later at the top stairwell, showing our new visitor around the entire building. She had lots of questions.
We ended up in one of the teaching rooms on the top floor. She had gone in alone, into the darkened room, and I followed.
She turned as I fumbled for the light switch in the dark and as I looked at her silhouette, she planted her lips on mine and kissed me with the most passion, and most tongue, I had experienced in a while.
I didn't break away. Once she finished, she stepped back.
"Ray, you might have gathered by now that I don't like to waste time. The taste of my lips was just a little taster of what I might give you. If you like to be a good boy...?"
This really caught me off guard. It was beginning to feel like a strange dream, but I didn't want to wake up.
"I can be a good boy", I croaked.
