Tell Me a Story

Adam made himself pretty clear...if I wanted our relationship (or some other euphemism for desire) to continue, I was going to have to put out and by that, he meant tell him my darkest thoughts about Nate. And so it began.

“Do you really want to do this here?” I squeaked out the question, barely able to keep my voice let alone my legs steady. Adam had me pressed against the bay window that faced my walkway. His mouth was on my neck, his hands on my breasts and his erection pressed between my legs. The gardeners had stopped their blowing, presumably to see if ours would start.

Adam’s hands left my breasts, but the absence of them only caused momentary disappointment as he allowed them to explore underneath my dress, caressing the tops of my thighs, reaching to cup by ass and pull me closer toward him. I threw my head back, hitting the window hard, but I couldn’t feel anything other than his erection growing, matching my own desire.

“I’m going to either make you feel amazing...or amazingly disappointed,” he warned before bending down in front of me and lifting my dress. “I don’t care how out of breath you are, you better start talking -- and make it dirty.”

“I wanted Nate from the moment he became my client,” I admitted. “He's sweet. When I heard about his wife's betrayal, I just wanted to comfort him...in every way.”

“That’s not good enough,” he warned. “Let me give you some incentive.” Adam’s hands began massaging my ass, pressing me toward his mouth, which scattered feather-like kisses over my panties. Even though they were made of the thinest of lace I wanted them off desperately.

“You told me that Nate had you pinned beneath him, both of you getting hotter, but you stopped. I don’t think you’ll do that next time, will you?”

I shook my head desperately. It was a plea for Adam to continue to let his mouth wander over me as well as a silent prayer to knock sense into myself.

“What will you do next time you find yourself in such a precarious position?” Adam had linked his fingers into my panties. He could pull them down in one swift movement and yet, he remained agonizingly still. It was torture and I knew what I had to do to get him to continue.

“I’d get him hard again, but this time I would take care of him. I promise.”

With a fast tug, Adam rewarded me by pulling down my panties. I stepped each high-heeled shoe out of them as he spread my legs and continued to kneel in front of me. I opened my eyes long enough to notice the gardeners now pretending not to watch.

Because I wanted Adam to continue, so did my story. “I wouldn’t let that beautiful erection go to waste ever again. I’d take it in my mouth and suck.” My breath caught because as I said those words, that’s exactly what Adam did to me. His tongue weaved into my pussy, running the length of my clit expertly.

He looked up only long enough to tell me to keep going. “I can tell he’s huge and I want it all,” I said in response. “I want to run my tongue over his hardness and make him gasp with anticipation.”

My words were matching my own feelings as Adam had me so close to the edge. His mouth was now lightly sucking my clit as I talked about sucking Nate’s dick. With every description of what I would do to Nate, Adam matched it by doing the same to me. My hands reached into his hair, drawing his face into me harder.

“I would keep sucking him until he’s right on the edge and then I would pull him deeper into my throat, cup his balls in my hands and draw every last drop out of him.”

As I said the last words, Adam pulled me over the edge, my orgasm so strong that I had to hold onto his shoulders to keep from collapsing. As my breath returned to normal, my thoughts went to Nate and the undeniable impression that was left in my mind. I hadn’t done anything and yet I felt incredibly guilty based on what I was thinking.

Adam smiled a devilish look. “I can hardly wait to hear what happens next, now that you’ve let your mind explore the possibilities.”

No Turning Back

It didn’t take Adam but ten minutes to arrive at my house. Smart guy. Had I time to think about what might happen, I probably would have changed into a pair of jeans as they are far more difficult to gain access to than the flimsy sundress I was wearing.

“Talk to me,” he said in a low growl.

I looked at him innocently. “I don’t know what you mean.” 

He slid his finger from my jawline, along my neck and down between my breasts, and then began tracing the outline of my nipple, which was now at attention. “I want to know everything that happened between you and Nate -- what you spoke of and more importantly, how it made you feel.

Was he kidding? My last session with Nate made me want to abandon all sense of professionalism and let him take me right there on my office couch.   

“You know I can’t do that,” I said sounding stronger than I felt. My eyes were closed as he rotated my nipple underneath his thumb, the rest of his hand gently caressing underneath my breast. The sensation was making me dizzy. And then he stopped.

“I understand. We’ll just leave it at that.”

“What? Leave all of it?” I asked in disbelief.

“I’m not supposed to have relationships with my team members’ parents.” 

He was mocking me and it wasn’t fair. I was aching for him and he knew it. He stared at me with those eyes, dark and threatening. 

“Good thing I'm just Ben's aunt, but you know that.”

“And you know that I’d like to turn you over my knee and do terrible things to you, but I can’t risk the exposure, unless you cooperate.”

My breath caught in my throat and I swallowed hard. “What sort of terrible?”

Without warning he caught both of my hands and held them behind my back, pulling my arms slightly so that my chest protruded. The neckline of my dress slid off my shoulder. His mouth found its way to my cleavage, his tongue weaving a track between my breasts. Still holding my hands captive, he stared directly into my eyes. “Terrible as in making you want me so badly that you’ll tell me your stories,” he said and then released my hands so that he could open the door to leave.

This was wrong on so many levels starting with the license I could lose, the fact that I was completely captivated by a man ten years younger than myself, and that I was also having feelings for Nate, who I was supposed to counsel.

I slammed the door shut and stood in front of Adam, my heart pounding both out of desire and fear for what I was about to do. “Shall I begin with the part where Nate pressed himself against me.”

Adam smiled. “Good girl,” he whispered before bringing his mouth down hard onto mine.