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.”