Chapter Three: The Perks Of Promotion
It was a Friday night in late February 1997, the film was elegant and disquieting. 'Wife swapping' among suburban professionals in seventies Connecticut. Ennui and sexual experimentation all suddenly brought into stark relief by tragedy during an ice storm.
Tamara could tell that Jack was engrossed, and she had begun to think that the next time they planned to 'bring each other off' in the cinema, they ought to choose a film that required little attention.
She had gone to considerable lengths to make herself as irresistible and accessible as possible. When Jack had first laid eyes on her, before they left home, it was all he could do not to pin her to the wall there and then. Her dark brown bobbed hair was newly cut, and she had applied sexy scarlet lipstick to match her finger and toenails. Her stylish long grey coat with a fur collar, hid the fact that she was wearing a very short, tight dark red skirt, and a faintly translucent black blouse. Under this she wore a black lace basque which held up seamed, barely black stockings; but no panties!
Her four inch high dark red heels and stocking clad ankles were all that was visible to the uninitiated, except, when as had happened as she got out of the car, and a couple of times as she sashayed slowly across the cinema foyer, her unbuttoned coat revealed teasing glimpses of a woman dressed to provoke strong sexual desire. She was soon to discover just how successful she had been.
The auditorium was not full, just a few couples and groups dotted here and there. Jack and Tamara had sat near to the wall in the back left corner; Jack against the wall, Tamara on his right. There was one other person on the same row, a man in his thirties, about five seats from Tamara, and close to the isle. The film had been running for half an hour so, perhaps the presence of the man was partly why Jack had not had his hand up Tamara's skirt.
She had placed her coat on her lap, so that he could surreptitiously slip his hand underneath it, and get access to her unguarded pussy. He was also prepared for ease of access, no underwear and a button fly that could easily be entered without undoing the waistband of his trousers. The plan had been for Tamara to use her fingers to get Jack to the point of orgasm then, if their position was secluded enough, for her to swallow his cock, and his come, at the crucial moment.
Tamara's sexy combination of very short skirt, long coat and high heels had not gone unnoticed in the foyer. The man now sitting on the same row had intended to watch a different film but, on laying eyes on Tamara, he had decided to follow her. Now, silently and stealthily, he plucked up the courage to move into the seat next to her. She didn't see him until he had sat down; Jack didn't seem to notice at all.
To Tamara's astonishment he slowly unzipped his fly, pulled out his erect cock and began to massage it with a slow, deliberate hand action. Tamara's astonishment turned to arousal, this she hadn't expected at all, but the sight of a handsome looking erect penis, being massaged by its owner, was always likely to make her weak at the knees. She turned towards Jack to see whether he had noticed, but he was still 'lost' in the film. She decided to take the risk that, should he become aware of what was happening, Jack would be hugely turned on by the sight of the stranger's fingers between the lips of her vulva.
Tamara shifted her position, and her coat, so that her legs were parted, and her skirt had ridden up the small amount necessary to reveal the bare flesh above her stocking tops, and her pubic mound. The stranger needed no second invitation. He pumped his cock vigorously as he slipped his left hand over the seat arm, and onto Tamara's soaking wet pussy. It was an uneven contest, he had a significant head start, and just as Tamara was beginning to warm up, the stranger moaned quietly and shot threads of spunk against the back of the seat in front of him. Then he quickly put his cock away and hurried out of the auditorium.
Tamara sat in a state of high arousal and frustration. On impulse she grabbed Jack's right hand and pulled it towards her clitoris. This shook Jack out of his reverie and, slightly startled, he looked around to make sure that no one could see Tamara bringing herself to a climax by pressing his fingers against her. As her orgasm shuddered to a halt, she gave Jack a knowing smile, and wondered whether he had any idea of what had brought her to such a state of arousal.
She had got Jack's attention now as she reached across and unbuttoned his fly. His cock was rock hard and she struggled to free it from his trousers. Once it had emerged, she admired the slight upward curve of its seven inches, before gently massaging its most sensitive spot, underneath the glans, and along the underside of the shaft.
Jack was immediately in her power, he couldn't resist, didn't want to resist, as he felt his balls tighten and his come beginning to seep along his shaft. This was the point of no return and Tamara knew it, she glanced around quickly to check that no one was watching then, deftly pinching the head of Jack's cock, both to ensure no sudden ejaculation, and to show, teasingly, who was in control, she lowered her head and enveloped half of Jack's shaft in her warm wet mouth. As soon as she released her expert grip Jack shot his load into the back of her throat.
When Jack had recovered his equilibrium they smiled at each other, kissed with his fluid coating their tongues and lips, snuggled together and lost themselves in erotic thoughts of fucking several times more before the night was over.
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On the following Tuesday Tamara had an interview for a new job as Head of Humanities in a successful secondary school in the nearest City. She had enjoyed the weekend rehearsing interview techniques with Jack, she'd got the job every time because they'd got so horny role playing, that they'd fucked before getting to the end of the rehearsals. It didn't help that Tamara was wearing stockings under her knee length skirt.
Tamara dressed formally and elegantly for the real interview. She wore a smartly tailored grey pencil skirt, with matching fitted jacket and black three inch heels. She couldn't resist stockings and sexy black underwear because it gave her a feeling of confidence, self assurance and no little sense of power. She took care to ensure that her suspender clips only showed underneath her skirt material when she decided that they should by arranged her posture accordingly.
The interview went well, Tamara impressed the panel with her energy, organisation, intelligence and personality. Who knows whether some panel members found more than just her personality attractive? But she got the job on merit, and drove back elated and bursting to tell Jack her good news.
Jack had got home much earlier than usual, and he'd expected Tamara home later than she actually arrived. She had said that she would probably be home by five o'clock, but there had been fewer candidates than expected and, when she had returned to her current school, the Headteacher had congratulated her and told her to take the rest of the day off, because he'd arranged lesson cover for the whole day.
It was now 3.30 pm, Jack was hoping that she'd got the job for all of the right reasons, and also because he knew that she would want a celebratory fuck. He played with himself as he contemplated the possibility.
His mind turned to Tamara's descriptions of bedding Daniel and seducing Mark a week earlier. She'd given him the details as she'd caressed his cock, after making sure he'd got a couple of glasses of wine inside him. Her detailed sensual descriptions kept him on the verge of orgasm for almost half an hour, before making him shoot his come a foot into the air, as she described pulling Mark's cock into her willing cunt.
Jack hadn't been able to get this image out of his mind, it had left him at least half erect for the past week. Now he was fully erect, and couldn't resist having a wank as he relived Tamara's escapades again. Just as he reached full arousal, and was about to enjoy a delicious orgasm imagining his partner in the throes of her orgasm with Mark, Tamara appeared in the lounge. She had, unusually, come in through the back door, and Jack didn't hear the sexy click clack of her heals until it was too late.
Jack, erect cock in hand, sitting on the sofa where Tamara and Mark had fucked, had been taken by surprise.
Tamara momentarily looked amused then inquisitive as she asked with a smirk, "Are you thinking about me?"
Jack nodded.
