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An Afternoon Delight! by Helene & JayBee



An Afternoon Delight!


Introduction: We've known each other for a number of years. We met when working for the same company, and continued communication after going separate ways. Now we are sharing a fantasy from each of our perspectives. Hope you enjoy.

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Jim:

There is nothing more boring or frustrating than spending a weekend alone. The previous Thursday I had put my wife Jan on the plane for her semi-annual visit to our oldest son in another state. Friday was a full day of work, at night I was pooped as usual. Saturday morning I mowed the lawn, watered the plants, washed the car. By 1:00 I'd had my lunch, and was getting bored. The TV offered fast basketball and slow golf. I was not a fan of either. I decided I should go somewhere. It didn't take long for me to make the decision to visit the mall, maybe I could find those metric tools I have been wanting, at least I would be doing something and be around people. A quick shower, and I was on my way.

Helene:

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon and the house was much too quiet. I was seriously contemplating a nap when the phone rang. It was the Mega-Bookstore at the mall saying two books I'd ordered had come in. Great! This gave me an excuse to get out of the house and stop feeling sorry for myself because spouse was off on a weekend fishing trip with the good ole boys. I told the bookstore I'd be right over. Five miles after hopping into my little 2-seater, I was hopping out in the Mega-Mall parking garage. I made a beeline to the bookstore, paid cash, grabbed the shopping bag, and headed back into the mall. Then decided to walk one mall-circuit for a bit of window shopping.

In the Victoria's Secret window I saw one of those display dummies clad in a particularly pretty-but-sexy nightgown. I wondered if this silk and lace bait might be more enticing to my spouse than worms and artificial lures. Then I remembered I was short of cash. Juggling my shopping bag and purse, I pulled out my wallet, and was trying to count the bills when the change purse popped open, dumping a pile of coins onto the floor. Cursing under my breath, I knelt to gather the coins, when I heard a familiar-sounding male voice speaking from above my head. "Need some help?"

I looked up and was startled to see Jim, who had been a colleague when we'd both worked for the same company. He must have walked up while I was daydreaming about potential of the nightgown in the window. When our eyes met, he grinned the devilish smile I remembered very well.

Jim:

I was pleasantly surprised to see Helene scooping up the change she had dropped. I kneeled down and started helping while my mind raced back almost two years ago when she officed a couple of doors from mine. We had frequent contact, and I learned to appreciate her intelligence, enjoyed her sense of humor, and admired her lovely breasts. There were times when I really wanted to make a pass at her, but on each occasion there came that overwhelming feeling how improper it would be in the workplace. I hated to see her leave the company. I had heard she now had a position with much more responsibility and authority at a growing Internet company. As we were about finished, I said: "Helene this is a great surprise, I've wanted to know how you're getting along since you left, you look great!" She smiled as we stood up, I had two or three quarters in my hand, held them out to her open palm, my fingers touched the inside of her hand, and I gave a gentle rub. It caught her by surprise. She glanced at her hand, and then looked into my eyes as she dropped the coins in her purse. I then said, "If you are not in a rush, I'd love to take you to that little coffee shop they have here and find out what you have been doing. And I'll be glad to wait if you want to pick up that little piece of silk and lace."

Helene:

It was a totally unexpected delight to see Jim again. As we scrambled, knee to knee, to gather my spilled coins, I flashed back to the first time I'd seen him in the office. I didn't know who he was at the time, but his appearance and manner combined to make my pulse race. But when I learned his name and position in the company, it was immediately obvious that neither of us was going to do anything jeopardize our jobs. So a very pleasant, professional working relationship evolved. When we were alone to discuss some business matter, there was often a charged, magnetic air, with riveting eye contact that seemed to hold much longer than necessary. We were also both in long-term marriages, so I'd accepted that we'd simply met 30 years too late. But now, the workplace situation was no longer an issue. Feeling his fingers touch my palm as he dropped in the last stray quarters, I felt that familiar throb of magnetism, and I knew my body, not my head, was taking command. I heard him softly say something about going for a coffee to chat, or maybe I wanted to go look at the lingerie first. This told me he HAD been watching me as I stood fantasizing about the silk and lace nightgown in the store window, so said, "Sure!" I handed over the shopping bag and he followed me into the store. A salesperson greeted us, asking, "Looking for anything special?" It seemed to me she was directing her question more at Jim than at me, and before I could reply, he said, "We'd like to look at that nightgown in the window." The gown was brought, and I examined it closely, noting that the lace bra section was almost entirely transparent, and would nicely set off my nipples, especially when they become rosy and erect. Jim was watching me intently, and as I glanced over at him, I melted at his knowing smile. "Delicious," he commented. "Good enough to eat!"

I told the clerk to wrap it up, and while we waited, I said, "Now, let's go for coffee... or something. My mouth is dry!" As the clerk handed the package to me, I caught a glimpse of Jim in the corner of my eye. His hand had dropped to his fly for a fleeting touch. Curiosity overwhelmed me as I wondered what his fingers had felt. I added the new package to the shopping bag in Jim's hand, and we set off together into the mall.

Jim:

The nightgown experience, when she went ahead and purchased it, started more than a few vibrations between my legs! When I looked at the "see-through" bodice I could imagine her breasts pushing against it. When she agreed to coffee, I had that wonderful feeling this chance meeting might make up for all of the previous lost opportunities.

We were soon at the coffee cafe, it was a typical place for the unusual. Rather dark, with booths along one side, four chair tables in the center, and then along the back wall, in the darkest area, very small two chair tables. This was the intimate area, where two could lean together closely, their legs, and lips could touch. It was mid-afternoon, there were few customers, and the waitress was quickly at our side. I ordered regular coffee and Helene ordered something I couldn't even pronounce! It was quickly delivered as I was telling her about the witch that was hired to replace her at my company. And I wanted to know the kinds of things she was doing with her company on the Internet. I kidded her by asking if there were any nudes of her on the system. And, I wanted to see how Helene might respond if I pressed just a bit. I had to move forward just an inch, and my knees were touching hers under the table clothe. I then moved my left knee so that it touched where hers came together, and then I gently pushed. If she opened her legs I could have at least half her thigh between my legs.

Helene:

I was pleased when Jim led me to the same little coffeehouse that I would have chosen: a dark, intimate place with one area that seemed to be set up just for assignations and secret rendezvous. We settled into the light wire-frame chairs, at a tiny European cafe table and ordered coffees. Immediately we began re-capping our lives since last we'd met. His career had rocketed, and I felt new respect for his ability to survive the murderous political machinations in the parent company. I listened closely as he revealed that he and his wife, Jan, had come to some sort of "understanding" in their domestic partnership. I gladly explained that in my own house, there was an unspoken policy of "don't ask, don't tell." We both sat silently for a moment, eyes locked, considering the implications. He spoke first, with his knee pressed against mine under the table.

His lips took on the shadow of a smile as his knee pushed firmly between my knees. He seemed to know that this is one of my hot-buttons. The feeling of a knee, or a hand, or a mouth separating my thighs is irresistibly seductive. If I seem to respond slowly, it's only to prolong the delicious feeling that escalates to an fierce urge to open my legs wide in a movement of totally vulnerable invitation. Now, I immediately responded allowing my legs to relax, and to feel his knee sliding between my knees. As I squeezed my knees together against his leg, I slid my hand across the tabletop onto his hand, and with my right middle finger lightly stroked the top of his left middle finger. Then I grasped his middle finger and embraced it in my palm, with an unmistakable non-verbal message of squeeze-pull. Still silent, I felt awash in waves of wanting and anticipation.

Jim:

Helen's reaction to my action took the words from my mouth! I could feel her soft thighs through my pants, as I slowly tightened and released. Her playing with my finger enhanced a growing feeling of anticipation. I looked closely at Helene and told her I was hungry for her body, I then cupped her face with my hands and kissed her on the lips. It wasn't a long kiss, but when I pulled back there was a disaster in progress. My hardening cock had caught in my jockey shorts, and couldn't raise up. I had no choice but to slide my hand under my belt, under the shorts, grasp the aching shaft, and pull it straight. Just as I was removing my hand the waitress walked up and I'll swear she said "Do you want another hard-on?"

Helene:

I was amused when Jim broke off our first kiss to rearrange his tools. Men are so cute, obvious and "up front" about their physical reactions. Externally, women are entirely secretive, if you don't count things like pupil dilation. Based on what Jim had been telling me, I was sure he was interested in a something more than provocative flirtation in a coffee shop. The waitress appeared just as Jim was extracting his hand from his shorts, and he looked a bit confused when she asked if there would be anything more. I said "I really don't want anything else...here." She laid the bill on the table, and as Jim was fishing for his wallet, I slipped a foot out of my sandal and raised my leg so my toes were pressed into Jim's crotch. I smiled at him, wiggling my toes, as he placed a couple of dollars on the tabletop. As he reached down to grasp my foot, I asked "Where are you parked? You know my house is only five miles from here." He replied, "lead the way, I'll be right behind you!"

Jim:

And then I stopped, as I held her foot against my now hard cock, even with the jock shorts, I knew I had a problem! I was about to enter the long hall of a mall, full of kids and their parents, with a raging hard-on that was showing a bulge even under the restrictions of the shorts. As I released her foot, I said, "Helene I've got a problem, we may have to wait awhile before we can go, you have gotten me too hot here." She gave me her "knowing" smile, the kind she used to use when we had a major problem at the company, and she had the simple answer. Then she said, "The shopping bag, dummy!" As we exited the coffee shop, and walked the mall to our cars, I was very comfortable holding the large shopping bag under my folded arms! Very soon I was following her little two-seater, feeling it was the longest five miles I had every experienced! But it also gave me a bit of time to reflect. I had to smile at myself when I realized how I felt I was in charge of this meeting. My hesitant sexual approach within her legs was completely upstaged when she pressed her bare foot against my shaft. At the proper moment I was going to invite her to our Lakeshore place about 30 miles away. Now I was on my way to her house. I was beginning to wonder if I may have awakened something in Helene that was just waiting for the right button to be pushed. I had always known her as a mentally aggressive, sexually conservative person. I excitably wondered what she was going to be like in the privacy of her home.

Helene:

I was in a bit of a floating daze as Jim and I walked to the parking garage to collect our cars. I led him through some quiet suburban streets which I knew to be faster than the obvious route to my house. From time to time, I'd glance into the rear view mirror, to make sure Jim was still in sight. I wished I could see the expression on his face a bit better, and, at a stoplight, in typical female fashion, I inspected my own face. There was no makeup, except for a light lipstick. I began to regret I was not more "dressed" for the occasion. I was wearing a denim wraparound skirt with a tie belt, and a nondescript blue crop-top just covering my bare middle. The bra and panties were very much basic and utilitarian. Well, it was much too late to reconsider wardrobe! Tentatively, I brushed a palm against the point of each breast, and felt a distinctive hard nub pushing through the bra and imprinting on my shirt. I smiled to remember that sometimes, on cold days, my nipples go erect with no sexual trigger at all. And I seemed to recall Jim's eyes drifting down my chest while I tried to persuade him to support my idea on some office maneuver. I once wondered whether visibly protruding nipples were "unprofessional" in a business setting, but decided it unlikely that anybody would "counsel" me against it! With all this swirling in my head, the five-mile drive passed quickly. I pulled into my garage, he parked behind in the driveway. As I exited the car, I smiled and waved at Jim, then opened a back door. Two steps behind me, I locked the door behind him. That's when the sinking feeling hit me. "What now?" I agonized. So I simply dropped my purse on a side-table, and stood motionless, gazing into Jim's eyes, waiting for his cue.

Jim:

Her face told me "we were here", her eyes told me "it was my turn" and the impression of her nipples on her shirt told me she was hot. I brought her into my arms, pressing her against me, she raised her head and I kissed her. I slowly moved my hands caressing her back, and then I moved them down to her rear cheeks, and massaged them. I then moved my head back, and pressed my tongue against her lips, she opened her mouth for me to enter. At the same time, I started rubbing the crack of her cheeks. After a little while, I raised my head slightly, and moved to her left where I started lightly sucking her ear lobe. With my right hand I was raising her dress over her hips, and slid my hand under her panties, into the crack, and then to that wonderful little iris, as I put my tongue in her ear I was rubbing circles around that little hole. I was very hard, and pressing against her just below the waist. After a few minutes, I moved back a bit, brought my hands up her back, under her shirt, and was able to quickly un-snap her bra, I brought my hands around and cupped her breasts under the loose bra. They felt so wonderful, her nipples were hard, and the fullness of her breasts immediately made me want to kiss and suck them. While we stood, my cock just below her waist, it was very easy to simply lift the shirt over her head, and then let the bra fall off her shoulders to the floor. At the same time I stripped off my shirt. I could now enjoy the sight and the feel of her wonderful breasts. I guided her to a kitchen counter, raised her up to sit on it, and buried my face in her breasts. I had pulled back her skirt, so her panty clad crotch was pressed against my chest as I licked her breasts and then sucked her nipples. She was breathing heavily, and I could feel moisture through the panties against my chest. I wanted to get all my clothes off, and yet I didn't want to leave those beautiful mounds and that warm cunt pressing against me.

Helene:

As it happened, nobody had to say anything at all. His arms and his mouth and his wonderful sensitive hands said everything. I surrendered to the feel of his lips, first tenderly, then insistently. I was conscious of his hands exploring my back, then reaching down to my butt. His hands squeezed and massaged until finally he gave me a probing taste of his tongue. My lips parted in welcome, and our tongues met in a brief dance. Then his mouth slid over to light on my earlobe, and as he sucked I could feel his warm breath in my ear. How could he have guessed that the clicking sound of wetness in my ear is another of my hot buttons?

In a one long fluid motion, Jim had pushed aside my skirt, slid his hand into the back of my panties and began finger probing between my asscheeks. As he pressed and teased the tight rosebud, he tongue fucked my ear. Combined, this was a totally new erotic sensation and I seemed to go into a trance. I could feel his hard cock against my belly. My shirt and bra seemed to hit the floor almost simultaneously. I watched Jim lick his lips as he captured my newly free breasts, one in each hand. My nipples had long passed the "perky" stage and were now standing at full attention tingling and begging to be sucked. As I watched Jim shed his shirt, I cupped a breast in each hand, and rolled the nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Then he walked me the few steps to the kitchen, and positioned me on a counter, then buried his face in my breasts. As he hungrily licked and sucked, my hands were stroking his shoulders, down his arms, over his chest, pausing at his flat male nipples. They were hard as marbles. My legs were apart as I sat on the counter, and I opened them further, then wrapped my legs around his hips. I squeezed, and pressed my hot wet crotch into him, grinding, and I'm sure I was making small whimpering noises. Our upper bodies were now skin-on-skin and I reveled in the sensuality. I knew my panties were soaked as I pressed my cunt into his chest. I reached down and grabbed one end of his belt, tugged, and said, "undo it please." His hands flew to the buckle, then the top button, and I caught the zipper pull with a downward motion.

Jim:

I let my pants fall to the floor, and stepped out of the shorts. I lifted Helene off the counter, un-snapped her skirt. I hooked a thumb in each side of her already half off panties, and they fell to the floor once free of her thighs. As we stood before each other naked, I asked her if there might be a bed available. She smiled, and quickly led me into what I assumed was a guest room. She pulled down the cover, and lay down on her back. I moved in between her legs, I spread her wide, and lowered my head and started to lick her cunt lips. They were warm and moist. I next turned my head slightly and took one lip into my mouth, and then ran my tongue over the smooth interior. I then entered her vagina with my tongue and lips. She was delicious. It was like drinking from a warm spring as she generated more and more of her lubricating fluids. I found all of the sensitive hot spots in her cunt with my tongue. I was beginning to believe I was going to be successful in bringing her to orgasm with my tongue and mouth, a fantasy I had for years. And then, she placed a hand on each side of my head, and slowly, ever so slightly moved it to reposition my darting tongue. I could hear her whisper to herself, "there, there". I felt sure she was getting closer and closer to a glorious eruption!

Helene:

In what seemed like a split-second, Jim and I were naked and on our way to a spare bedroom. I'd no sooner laid myself down than he immediately dived between my legs. With a hand on the inside of each thigh, he spread them and for the first time I felt his mouth on my throbbing cunt. He first separated the swollen lips with his tongue, then sucked in one lip, massaging the interior with his tongue. Involuntarily, I pushed my pelvis against his mouth. He responded, moved to the center, and plunged his tongue for the start of a long, glorious tongue-fuck. It was as if he was nursing on my pussy, hungrily lapping up the juices pouring out of me. His tongue would lick and suck, then pause to travel up the left side of the vagina to my clit, then circle around the clit on the sides. I felt the little shaft hardening, and I knew my clit head was beginning to peep our of her little hood. With his hands grasping each lip, he pulled me wide open to allow his tongue to probe deeper. My cunt muscles began to tighten on his tongue, and the squeezing sent me soaring faster toward release. When once again he licked from the cunt to the clit, I was at the point of no return. Then he found the ultimate hot button, on the left side of the now erect clit. I whimpered, "YES!" and as he licked and sucked, I went sailing over the edge, bucking my pelvis against his mouth. I went totally limp and Jim slid down again to plant his mouth on my contracting cunt, lapping up the flowing juices. I could hear little wet clicking sounds as he savored every drop. At length, I reached down to his shoulders and pulled him upward to lie on top of me, a delicious feeling of skin on skin. I immediately became aware of his raging shaft against my belly and more than anything else wanted it deep inside me.

Jim:

I was on such a high! My face was covered with her sweet juices, my tongue was almost numb from the continual licking I had accomplished, and my cock was throbbing. In an instant, I shoved my shaft deep into her cunt. Her muscles were still active from her recent climax, and they contracted against my prick. It felt like there was a hand in her cunt grabbing at my shaft. I held still, thoroughly enjoying the unique feeling. And then I slowly started pumping her pussy. Each time moving a little faster. She matched my movements by pushing against me every time I sank my cock deep into her. Her head was leaned back in the pillow, she was breathing hard through her mouth, her breasts and hard nipples pushed against my chest, as I moved faster I could feel my balls slapping just below her cunt. And I could feel a rising tide of cum moving from the base of my prick towards the head. And then my muscle exploded, the pumping contractions were numbing, I froze pushing hard against her, blissful as my cock pumped while her vagina contracted and expanded drawing every ounce of my juice. I started a slow pumping in that wonderfully wet cunt, I was taking myself down, and thoroughly mixing my cum with her juices. After awhile, I pulled back on my knees, and I could see some of my ivory cum on her cunt lips. I had just had one of the deepest sexual explosions of my experience. I leaned forward, and lowered my face to Helene's, when I kissed her lips, she opened her eyes, I whispered in her ear, "thanks". I then lay down beside her, put my arm under her shoulder and pulled her to me.

Helene:

Jim had sensed my deepest need and I squealed with delight when he quickly plunged his hard rod deep into my hot grasping pussy. I closed my eyes, spread my legs wide, giving maximum depth. After giving me such an exquisite orgasm, it was his turn to answer his own needs, with a rhythm of pound and pause. The sound of his balls slapping against my ass triggered a sense of urgency. When he finally shot his wad, I knew immediately, from feeling renewed sloshy wetness as my pussy went into spasms clutching his satisfied cock. In an affectionate embrace, we collapsed in backwash of unusually gratifying sex. We rested quietly, side by side; I quietly laid one hand over his damp, now flaccid cock. As we floated on the downside of the wave, I was surprised to feel his cock twitch slightly...

"Maybe we'll save this for later," I whispered, as we relaxed in a euphoric afterglow. I spread a soft down coverlet over both of us, and neither of us woke until rays of the setting sun poured through the French doors.

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