"Mr Trevais! Your... your thing; it is engorged!"
Randolph was brought back from his thoughts. Cecily had noticed he too was naked.
"Of course. Men have erections, women are rather more subtle. It is not surprising that your description of your dream has had such an effect on me. It was undoubtedly erotic. The reaction is subconscious and involuntary but, being professional, I can regard it dispassionately for what it is. Miss Evans has similarly been affected. Note the hardening of her nipples. Now, to demonstrate, what I want you to do is place your hand between her thighs, yes right there, feel how wet she is, how she has reacted to your narration."
"Mr Trevais! You don't really mean I should touch Miss Evans intimately?"
"Yes indeed, touch, no more than touch, push your fingers up and inside her, do this now, how many can you get in?"
"I couldn't..."
"Of course you can: now how many?"
"Three," whispered Cecily wide eyed at what Randolph was making her do.
"With your free hand I want you to masturbate. I want you to bring yourself to climax, finish the job your dream began."
"I don't know, I don't know what to do."
Randolph sighed. This was of course a ridiculous statement.
"Miss Evans. I need you to assist. Miss Stubbs needs to be brought to orgasm whilst awake. It is very important she is aware of the pleasure. We need to move her strong need for sexual release away from her subconscious and out into her conscious mind."
"But I don't have a need for sex." The worry on Cecily's face was a picture.
"Believe me, Miss Stubbs, you do." Randolph was emphatic. "Miss Evans, please pleasure her orally."
There was now shock on his receptionist's face.
"Cunnilingus please, Miss Evans, and don't tell me you do not know how to do that!"
Cecily watched with disbelief as the pretty face of Mr Trevais' assistant came closer and closer to her sex, the naked receptionist's hands taking hold of her thighs to ease them apart; separating the soft pink skin. "No, what can you be thinking of, Mr..." and then the tongue touched and Miss Stubbs was transported back to the feelings of her dream. She gasped at what she was feeling and did not resist as Randolph began to carefully undo the buttons of her pyjama top.
"I shall work on your breasts, Miss Stubbs. It will help." Randolph was reassuring.
Randolph was delighted. There was his pretty receptionist, the top half of her face peeking over the top of Cecily's dark curly, rather wet, hair, her mouth and tongue clearly at work and her eyes staring at Randolph almost in shock; there was Cecily gasping with surprised delight at what she was feeling; and there were his own hands undoing the last of Cecily's buttons to pull apart the material and reveal a delightful pair of very respectably sized breasts topped with rather sweet and firmly erect red nipples set in almost boyishly small areolae; the blush was back and, yes, it did cover Cecily's breasts as well. It was a charming prospect to view.
His fingers stroked the breasts from valley to peak, gently at first, moving around them before his fingers tickled the little hard red nipples and then moving to a general kneading. Pleasant handfuls to play with; there was no question Randolph had been looking forward to this and from the sounds Cecily was making, his attention was welcome. What would have been really nice, would have added to the whole experience for Randolph; would have been if Cecily had lent towards him and wrapped her lips around his erection but he did not expect that: it was not where her interest lay. Unfortunate but true.
There was night cream by her bed; Randolph applied it plentifully making Cecily's breasts slippery in his hands. Again, it was not something Cecily was used to: anymore than having another woman between her thighs, tongue exploring, was something she normally enjoyed; a tongue searching, in a quite remarkable way, and going where it had not occurred to Cecily a tongue should travel.
The orgasm when it came was dramatic, even violent. Poor Miss Evans head was squeezed in the vice of Cecily's thighs and, being aware of the level of lubrication Cecily was known to produce, Randolph was half worried he might have to explain to the constabulary a most unusual case of drowning! Whilst that did not, of course, happen, Miss Evans did confide to Randolph, later, that she had literally been drinking from Miss Stubbs, such was the production of his client's remarkable glands.
"Gosh," as a word hardly seemed to do the event justice but, perhaps, for Cecily it was high praise indeed.
"You see," said Randolph standing and addressing Cecily as she came down from her high, "it is—it was—all a matter of orgasm, a necessary release for your body. You did not consciously allow it, permit it, during the day and so your sub-conscious had to supply the deficiency. What you now need to do is work on this exercise, build upon it and your nocturnal, ah, dampness will be a thing of the past. Not banished or done away with but controlled, ready to appear at a convenient time. We shall have to devise a regime, a programme to achieve this goal. I am sure you will not mind if Miss Evans assists us, she has been most efficacious this evening."
Cecily blushed again, the colouration travelling up her body in a most pleasing way.
There did, though remain a couple of matters to be sorted out. Firstly Miss Evans was, herself, in a rather excited state and, secondly, Randolph had a rather prominent erection which needed a degree of easing.
"Miss Stubbs, the over exertion of your glands is interesting, perhaps on occasion slightly inconvenient and, whilst not incontinent, certainly something that has troubled you. It is not however of any real consequence and, indeed, will be a source of pleasure to you and others. Sex, if I may so, has much to do with liquid; it has been described, perhaps rather unattractively, as 'an exchange of bodily fluids'. You have one particular fluid in abundance. It is pleasant for a man, and indeed sometimes a woman, to feel the wetness of an excited vulva."
"Mr Trevais!" Cecily was shocked by Randolph's frankness.
"No, let me finish. A drenched vulva, one simply oozing lubrication, is particularly pleasing, and we must not forget how it assists the insertion of the male organ—if desired—and so it follows your exceptional secretions are likely to particularly excite others. If you look at Miss Evans cheeks and my own prominent state you cannot doubt the truth in what I say."
Certainly Miss Evans looked very red around the face and there was no denying the evidence of Randolph's erection. She was staring at it.
