Part One, in which we meet Tim as he remembers his tutor from his teenage years. In Part Two, we will accompany Tim in his current position as VP as he meets Natasha Bodinski.
Tim’s confidence, drive and ambition had accelerated his career to Vice President of Sales and Marketing. A man everyone said was smooth and unshakable. But right now, Tim’s palms felt sweaty as he re-read, for the fifth time, the letter from Body Beautiful inviting his company, Cockle Wire, to bid on the wire used in much of their lingerie.
If Tim declined to visit the account himself personally, there would be questions from the CEO. Why ignore the specific request from one of the largest potential accounts that have come the company’s way in years? The letter stated specifically that a visit by the company’s top corporate sales executive would be expected.
Others would see the letter from Body Beautiful as a golden opportunity. Tim looked at the letter and just saw the signature. Natasha Bodinski. His babysitter cum tutor from his youth. He had known that she had started her own lingerie line and become the leading competitor to Victoria’s Secret. Often he had slowed while walking by one of her stores when traveling. Flashes of memories would shock him with mixtures of shame and excitement.
As he sat in his leather chair, he looked out over the city from his corner office, and then back at the letter. Tim could not possibly explain to the board or CEO why someone else should visit the account. There was no way out. He was trapped. He knew it. And she knew it. She knew, because she addressed the letter to him personally. Without ever a hint that it was anything but one company executive writing to another.
His hands trembling, he brought the scented paper to his nose and he smelled where she had signed in loopy letters, “Ms. Bodinski.” His loins flushed with a tingle and his cock began to swell. He dropped the letter on the desk as if it were suddenly too hot to handle. “Damn her!” he whispered.
Instantly, he was transported back to when he was 18. Mother was heading off to dinner and the theater with his older sister by two years. Natasha was to come over and help Timothy study for his SATs. Timothy felt embarrassingly uncomfortable having Natasha tutor him. His former babysitter always sat just a bit too close, and her fragrance toyed with his concentration on the test questions. But Mother insisted. Natasha was about to graduate University of Vermont. She was the daughter of the neighbors who had moved from Russia into the neighborhood about ten years ago. She had never completely lost her Russian accent. Her Russian lilted slightly on her tongue drawing out her words when she spoke slowly, and giving them an edge when her voice became stern.
“Oh Timmy,” Mother said, “Why do you resist her? She’s likes you. And she’s smart; she is going to graduate Cum Laude, you know? Stop resisting her, and you might even appreciate her. She said she would be here by seven. Your sister and I should be home by ten or eleven.”
It was six-thirty when Mother and his sister left. Timothy flicked through some TV channels, procrastinating on homework. He came across a provocative ad for lingerie, and suddenly was infused with that tingle that overcame him every time he was alone in the house. The tingle of being free to be naughty. At those times, all his senses were perversely heightened and he walked around half or fully hard, wondering in what naughty or forbidden ways he could masturbate.
He walked into his sister’s room. To save money, she was living at home while going to UVM. Timothy began opening her drawers, fingering through her bras and panties. His teenage cock fully hard in his loose jeans, when he suddenly turned and ran to his room. From under his mattress, he pulled a Penthouse. But instead of throwing himself on his own bed, this time, he wanted to be even nastier and crossed the hall again back to his sister’s room. He yanked off his sweatshirt, and pulled off his pants and boxers, and splayed his naked body, stomach down, on his sister’s comfy bed. Her cool, soft, fluffy, down comforter and flannel duvet cover welcomed his hot, hard cock and the first shooting sensations of lust through his dick were almost too much and he had to just lay there in order not to cum.
Then, slowly, with the Penthouse girl fingering her pussy, egging him on with a mocking smile, he slid his cock up a grove that had formed in his sister’s blanket. A nice smooth cunt slide for his cock. He began to slowly pump the blanket, legs spread eagle. He put one hand back and felt his strong ass muscles contract with every long pump of his hips into the soft, velvety-smooth blanket.
He was fucking his gorgeous sister’s bed. The blanket that every night enveloped her luscious, ripe, fuck-eager body. God, she was hot. At 20 she had the knock-out sex appeal that was driving all the boys crazy at UVM. And while the boys could only wonder what his sister’s body looked like under her taunting clothes, Timothy got to see her every day at home with her perfectly perky tits, her full round ass, her strong, flat stomach with its small belly button.
Theirs was a liberal home. Mother and sister always walked around naked, and sometimes Timothy was convinced it was just to torture him. But now he was getting back at her. Now, he was fucking his dick into his haughty sister’s blanket, and he was going to mess her perfect little princess bed. He was stroking faster now, the pleasure rising in his balls, flowing through his veins, as if there was cum in his entire body urging to be released into his sister’s bed. His gorging cock was viciously pumping now as if it was a fuck machine, just body, muscles, sinew, and fat dick pumping sister’s sheets and he was about to release his cum all over that prissy bed, when…
“Oh, you are in big trouble!” belted a sharp, Russian-tinged voice behind him.
The shock of a voice combined with being at the verge of being at cumming, shot adrenaline through Timothy’s body as if he had been electrocuted. He jolted his head back over his shoulder and saw Natasha’s tall frame almost fill the doorway.
Natasha was standing with her legs spread and her arms crossed. All of her long, blonde hair was cascading down loosely over the front of her left shoulder. Her black miniskirt was stretched tight by her stance, and her shapely, muscular cheerleader legs strutted out from underneath at clean angles. She wore white sneakers. And her soft, inviting, pink mohair sweater was so short it revealed her flat stomach, but more teasingly, the plush sweater bulged with Natasha’s full and proud tits. Her nails were painted bright red, and they drummed silently on her folded arm.
The realization of being caught masturbating spread eagle on this sister’s bed shot red-hot shame into Timothy’s face. But at the same time, the sight of the tall, blonde beauty standing there and having caught him in the dirty act, kept his dick just as hard as it was before it was about to spurt cum. In fact, he noticed that his hips were still slightly grinding and he quickly averted his gaze down at the bed where the Penthouse pussy pouted up at him.
“I… I’m… I’m… sorry,” he stammered. “Please don’t tell. I…”
“Shut up,” she commanded.
She sauntered over to his prone body and towered over him. “What have we here,” she laughed arrogantly. Then she hauled out and spanked him hard on his ass. Stinging pain shot through his ass and Timothy clenched the sheets into balls with his fists. “A wanking fuck boy, jerking off to a slut in a magazine. And all that on his sister’s bed.” She spanked him again. And once more.
She was standing so close to him now that he could smell her tantalizing perfume. He didn’t dare raise his gaze to meet hers, but his deep shame at being naked and splayed in front of her stung his face with heat.
