This is the second part of a two part story
Abandoning herself to a Tameka special
Was that the time? Five in the morning? Beth shook her head to herself as she tiptoed down the soft stair carpet towards the kitchen. Luke was working so many long hours on the Smithson case that she didn't want to wake him. He could use all the extra sleep he could get and besides, the alarm would rouse him inside half an hour. She'd have his breakfast ready.
That darn case was taking over their lives, but then defending a man who'd embezzled so much from his employers wasn't small beer. From the confidential details Luke had mentioned to her, it would take a superhuman effort keep him out of jail. She'd lost count of the times he'd tossed and turned during the night, as his sleeping but still alert mind had tried to figure out one angle or another.
But then, albeit for different reasons, she knew all about sleepless nights...
Last night had been no different. After their lovemaking, she'd lain awake, recalling her encounter with Annabelle. When she licked her lips, as she did frequently, she could still taste the woman's juices. The recollection never failed to light the fire between her thighs...
And now she was anticipating her afternoon session with Tameka. The Health Club had called her out of the blue to confirm her massage appointment and the feeling remained that she should have refused. After all, she hadn't heard from either Annabelle or Emily in the two weeks since the fancy dress party.
The lunchtime drink with her work colleagues to celebrate Greavsie's birthday would give her some alcoholic sustenance before the Health Club visit. But the more she'd lain awake and thought about it, the more she'd wondered if there was some sort of sub text to the massage.
She poured a bowl of granola cereal and added some strawberries and blueberries. The coffee was starting to bubble away nicely. She'd have a cup and then maybe take Luke his breakfast on a tray. She giggled. It would make a difference to her normal routine. Waking him with a blowjob was becoming a bit too much of a habit...
Even by her normal standards, she was like a bitch on heat. Her encounter with Annabelle stayed firmly in her mind, as did the sight of Emily and that Eleanor woman. If she wasn't fucking Luke to get the images out of her mind, she was masturbating to them.
And inventing a few new fantasies of her own...
She'd worked it all out during her sleep-interrupted nights. First, Annabelle had planted the thoughts. Then there were the fancy dress costumes. Next was the provocative physical evidence of Emily's conversion to lesbian activity, followed by the inflammatory sight of Annabelle masturbating next to her and the way she'd instantly responded.
Everything was designed to play tricks with her mind.
It was succeeding...
Was that what all this was about? The two week period of complete silence only added to the mind games, and that had been followed by an unexpected Health Club invitation. She knew what Annabelle was up to. But if so... why had she agreed to the massage? She hadn't just acceded to it, her body was burning in anticipation. She had
no
idea what to expect...
"Hey, what's up?"
Luke was standing in the doorway. With his fair hair tousled like that and dressed in just his black boxers, he looked sexy. The familiar tingling between her thighs was comforting. How could she be lesbian if the thought of his body turned her on like this?
He padded across the room and wrapped her in his strong arms. "Couldn't sleep?" he asked, pecking her soft lips. "I thought you had a relaxing day planned? It's not often you have the chance to pamper yourself. What time's your massage?"
"Sometime this afternoon," she vaguely answered, snuggling into his chest. She loved that manly smell of his.
"Why couldn't you sleep?"
"Don't know," she lied, with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders. "But once I was awake I thought I'd make you some breakfast."
"Bacon and eggs?"
"Almost right," she laughed, loving the sensation of his cock against her through the thin negligee. She playfully pressed herself against him, feeling him begin to grow.
"Don't let me stop you," he chuckled, turning away and picking up her cereal bowl "My favourite."
"Have it," she smiled, pulling the fridge door open as he climbed onto the kitchen stool. She handed him the milk carton and glanced at his lap. The head of his hardening cock was pushing through the gap in his boxers.
Luke's eyes followed hers. "Ooops..." he laughed, reaching down to cover himself.
Beth's hand on his stopped the movement. "That's mine," she said, soft and huskily. Putting one foot on the bar halfway up the stool, she crooked an arm around his neck and swung a leg across his lap. Settling back on his knees, she pulled his cock free of its constraints.
"Oh fuck..."
"You know, that's just what I had in mind," she giggled, slowly jerking him in her palm. "What about you?"
He groaned. "I'm buying into the idea."
Their lips met as she stroked him. She loved the feel of his hard flesh in her hand, though not quite so much as inside her mouth. Right now however, she had a different home in mind. Pulling away from his mouth, she half stood on the bars either side of the kitchen stool and lowered herself onto his hardness. With a deft twist of her hand, she flicked each negligee strap from her shoulders and dragged his head to her hard nipples.
"That's nice, baby," she whimpered as his mouth sucked on each in turn. Her fingers ran through the back of his hair. "Keep doing that..."
"Like this?" he growled, taking a nipple between his teeth and biting gently.
"Oh, baby... just like that..."
She squeezed her internal muscles around him, making him groan. Pulling his mouth from her hard buds, he cupped her full breasts and kissed her again.
"Are you seeing Annabelle today?"
The question took her by surprise and she pulled back to guardedly look into his eyes. There was nothing unusual there. "Annabelle? No. Why?"
"I thought the massage was at her Health club?"
Her breathing eased. "It is."
