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I had blushed and examined the grey lino floor, which showed the scuffmarks from the heels of his black patent leather shoes. Later, I found out why they were there. He had leaned forward to kiss my face as I perched on the plastic chair opposite his leather one. “OK? Don't mind if I bolt the door?” I had shaken my head and he came back to stand over me. The kissing had continued, then groping with his fingers down my knickers and then he had retrieved a condom from his top drawer. I did not question the readily available contraception, just grateful he had them handy.
I had stripped from the waist down and he lowered me on to the leather seat. Legs up and over the high arms, head scrunched into the back of the deep seat, I had realised, belatedly, he used the piece of furniture as his perfect fucking apparatus. His shoe heels had squeaked on the lino as he added further scuffmarks to the collection. Grunting, sweating and his hair flopping over his eyes, I had been squashed and dragged back and forth on the perspiration covered leather until my exposed skin felt raw with the friction and heat. I did not orgasm. I had been uncomfortable and by the time he had filled the condom, my insides were sore too.
He had helped me redress, offering me tissues and a glass of water. I had fumbled with my words, unsure if he wanted me to thank him. He had simply unbolted his door and combed back his hair, sending me on my way with a gentle swipe of my bottom. After that, I had only visited his room in the busy hours of the day. I had judged him right; he had sought conquests. He did not ask me to join him again and he had barely registered me as we drifted past each other in the long corridors.
I looked down at my knife and fork resting on my plate. I could not bear to look into Jason’s eyes in case he could read my rambling memories and wanted to know the details of my sordid little past.
“You gave up a good job to come and work at my company, why?” He was persistent.
“Good job doesn’t necessary mean an interesting one,” I told him a half-truth.
“I see,” he said mechanically.
I did not think he did though. How could he? I had not revealed to him that many of my evenings and weekends were far more interesting than my last job. My past was shrouded and hidden from him. I may have spoken about my employment history and my family but he had not managed to prise open my private life to reveal what lurked behind my façade of apathy.
There was no discussion about Sunday evening either. No mention of humiliating black books, notches on headboards or sexual needs. The assumption had been made and understood between us, I was there for sex and he did not need to chat me up or ply me with romantic prose to have me in his bed. As if to make the point valid, he spoke up.
“Well enough chit chat,” said Jason pushing his chair back. “Let’s to bed.”
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The first night nerves had gone.
“Strip!”
Jason was commanding me now, without any please or thank you, and I did not question why he behaved in a rigorous fashion with me. I quickly complied, happy to divest my underwear too and stand naked in front of him.
“You are one hot babe. Why aren’t the boys lining up to fuck your body I just don’t know,” he said gazing at my body longingly.
I blushed with pride. I was slender though curvy and my breasts were a good size, plump and rounded. Hair was brunette and mid-length, eyes light green. He looked at the top of my thighs.
“Um, I prefer it completely smooth down there,” he waved a finger at my pubic hair.
I blushed crimson, I had let it grow back over the last few months, no need to keep it trim.
“Oh I will sort it for next time.” I sounded desperate to please. “There will be a next time?” I realised I did not know where we were going with our newly created relationship and I wanted the ambiguity cleared up. I was not going to spend another week filled with doubt. Jason Lucas either wanted to spend time with me or not.
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nbsp; Jason stood there, while he was still fully clothed, looking at my naked body, with his lips pursed and arms folded across his chest.
“Well I think I’m going to want to fuck you quite a lot looking like that. So let’s say it is worth you getting well waxed and shaved for me,” he smiled. “Sure, babe, let’s get to it.”
For a moment, I stared back at him and gave myself the opportunity to absorb him. I liked to have a few seconds to take in the atmosphere, the scenario and what it would entail. I was not one for love at first sight or even the necessity for finding my bedfellow physically attractive. In my extraordinary past, I had been with many men who outwardly did nothing for me on first meeting and then gave me a fantastic time between the sheets. What had attracted me to them was inside them, tucked away and out of sight from the visual range. I could sense it being there though. A magnetic pull reaching out and grabbing me wholly and completely. With Jason, I felt it again. With it came the additional pleasure of finding him physically appealing, but there was that something else about him that was alluring and drawing me toward him.
An hour later, I was lying panting on the bed and sticky mess between my legs. Crikey, Jason knew his positions too. Folded, bent, astride, standing we had moved about the bed and room as he fucked me. It did not feel like love-making, too frantic and necessary for that word. As he was in the workplace, he was totally in control, constantly stopping and starting so I never reached my climax until he wanted me to come. In a short space of time, he seemed to have become vastly knowledgeable about my sexual profile. Eager, daring, rough and a willing receptacle for his own pleasure.
His own expertise was incredible. The man knew how to have sex as if he was a walking encyclopaedia. I was used to experienced lovers but they generally stuck to a couple of positions for the duration. We had started with the lovely calm lotus position, him cross-legged and me astride him. The gentle build up did not last long once he knew I was wet and could easily take him. He had moved about me and before I could catch my breath he had scissored me, then rode me cowboy style with my legs pressed together. He had penetrated me shallowly and without difficulty.
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“Stand up,” he said removing his erection from me.
I had been stopped close to my orgasm and I scowled a fraction at him.
“Come on,” he cajoled.
With incredible ease, he lifted me up. “Wrap your legs around me,” he instructed and with a little jiggling around, I was lowered on to him.
