After Work Excess (11 page)

So there I was, with my exhausting, but intensely pleasurable weekend finally over with, trying to ignore the tell-tale soreness that served as a constant reminder of my newly discovered sex drive, as I reeled in the sales, one after another – if only they knew!

By 5:45pm I was ready to leave the office, but just before I packed my belongings away, I decided to print off a sales report to see how I'd done. Although I was happy, I was also equally disappointed to see that I was only ranked 3
rd
out of the 7 personal bankers on that given day, but never-mind, it was a solid start in my journey towards returning to my previous run of good form. It only bothered me for a moment though, as what I really wanted, above all was a nice long soak in my bath, and to enjoy a peaceful evening in my own company.

***

The following morning at work went a little more slowly as my mind was becoming increasingly distracted with erotic thoughts about Jamie. I really needed to focus, and in a way, being alone on the previous evening hadn't helped me, especially seeing that I hadn't actually heard anything from him, since he'd left my flat on Sunday evening. I couldn't help but begin to wonder if the whole thing was just a cunning plan for him to sleep with one of his mates older sister's friends, and that he would now want nothing more to do with me, as he had finally claimed his
bragging rights
at his local pub.

Of course, things could have gone so differently on Saturday morning, as I was after-all - planning to tell him that I really wasn't interested, but after wearing me down, I'd given in and felt happy to finally, and unreservedly
give myself
  to him. I knew that I held all of the power between us, up until the point where we had first slept together, but now it increasingly felt like it was the other way round. He had torn down my defences, he had left me breathless and in some strange way, he had left me wanting more – a lot more…

***

The following day, Wednesday, soon came around in my seemingly uneventful week, and in between serving customers and making the occasional sale – I thought about Jamie, who I still hadn't heard from. Although I felt quite
lovesick
, I knew that I was probably, well actually, almost definitely on the rebound, and that I was (or had been) using Jamie, but I was also sure he was getting something out of all this too! If he was still interested in me, he was certainly still helping me to forget the good times that I'd had with my ex-fiancée and for me that was the only way I was ever going to recover from losing him after those happy couple of years together. I was also sure that without Jamie's insistence I would have never have removed that diamond ring, and dared to announce to the world that I was no longer engaged – in short, I had a lot to thank him for.

Whilst I was opening the occasional savings account and doing home insurance quotes, all I could think about was Jamie, and his gorgeous big cock - but he still hadn't bothered to send me a simple text message, which increasingly made me worry that I'd let him sleep with me way too soon. It was every girl’s nightmare….

Then, quite out of the blue, at 11am I went for a rare cigarette outside the back of the branch and Jamie suddenly appeared from around the corner on his BMX bike, dressed in a white puffa jacket and looking like someone from a teenage rebel movie. Despite his appearance I was pleased, as he stepped forward and gave me a discreet peck on the cheek and then asked what time I was due to have lunch. It was as though he thought that he had done nothing wrong, although I didn't question his absence, as I decided that the best thing to do, was to play it equally cool with him. As no one wants to date a desperate older girl.

At 1pm, he met me, as agreed in 'The Winter Gardens' and noted that he had kindly bought me a sandwich from a local branch of 'Greggs' – the bakers. We sat and chatted for the full hour and agreed that he'd come over to see me at the flat later that night, so after two quiet nights, I'd have to be back to my energetic best, in readiness for his arrival. Talk about ‘No rest for the wicked!’ Needless to say, I more than made up for my quiet morning at the bank, as I finished up being the highest ranking sales girl for that day, and believe me that was a first time, for quite a long time.

***

Once home from work, after my successful day at the office, I took a long and leisurely bath to relax, but couldn't help but to once again start to think about my money worries. I even briefly entertained the thought of considering doing a
one-off
escorting date, as deep down, I knew that I really need the money to help balance my books, with John, my Ex-Fiancée having clearly gone for good. But I tried to put that thought to the back of my mind, in readiness to meet Jamie and just have some fun – and I had a special treat lined up for him!

Jamie arrived at mine at just after eight and I greeted him wearing a long leather three quarter length coat and kissed him, before closing the door behind him. I then walked him into my lounge and slowly undid the leather belt and let the coat swing open to reveal how I’d decided to dress for him for our evening. I watched the look on his face as he noted that I was wearing a fitted black lace corset, matching suspender belt, a pair of 5" platform high heels, black lace stockings and no knickers. My hair was painstakingly straightened and styled, and I was smothered in my favourite scent - 'Fantasy' by Britney Spears. He certainly seemed impressed and leant forwards to kiss me as his fingers led straight to the exposed V shape of bare flesh between my thighs, making immediate contact with my pussy. I was already moist after indulging in some rather naughty thoughts, whilst getting ready and planning for his arrival and he wasted no time in holding my slender arms high above my head and slipping his loosely fitted jeans and pants off down to his ankles.

I kissed his back passionately and made a grab for him, as I began to stroke his semi-erect penis to it's full potential, as he motioned to press it desperately towards my wetness. The only problem was that despite my incredibly high heels, he was still just too tall, it just wasn't going to work with us both stood up. I had an idea though, and led him assertively towards the kitchen, took off my leather coat completely and pulled out two old biscuit tins from the cupboard, before managing to balance on them. So there I was, with my back towards him, and quite unlike a few days ago - offering myself to him, on a plate, as a willing sacrifice to his wanton twenty year old needs.

He didn't need asking twice as he penetrated me swiftly with his bare, long, but thick cock, holding my slim hips by my suspender belt as I flicked my styled hair back at him for effect. He grabbed at my hair, steadying himself with it like it was a reign, designed to keep me under his control, as we began to find a natural rhythm. We were soon in full motion, with Jamie fucking me in his usual style, which was both rampant and deep - until he unexpectedly ejaculated deep inside me, after just a couple of minutes. I felt let down, especially after all the effort that I had made for him, but maybe it was my own fault, for choosing to dress up like this for his pleasure. Needless to say, there was no chance for me to get to my much needed point where I would've undoubtedly climaxed for him, but I knew from the weekend, that with Jamie there would
always
be plenty of other chances later in the evening!

After a moment of rare awkwardness, we both cleaned ourselves up and I asked him if he liked my greeting and he smiled warmly as he lit up a Lambert and then passed me his cigarette to enjoy a rare drag.

“You really shouldn't get me smoking, as I only have the occasional one – and I never normally smoke inside the flat.”

“
Fancy a pizza..?” he said, totally ignoring my comment about him smoking inside.

“
Oh, you’re such a charmer, but at least it's a step up from offering me a McDonald's!”

***

We agreed to drive to Domino's Pizza so I said that I'd better get myself changed into something a little more respectable, but Jamie just laughed and insisted that I simply put the leather coat back on and went as I was, ‘
Oh naughty...
’ I thought, but then I laughed and thought, why the hell not – maybe it's time that I got myself back into
living a little
. I did manage to convince Jamie that I should put some knickers on though, as even I wasn't willing to be as daring as to sit in a restaurant without any knickers on, in just a leather jacket. Luckily though, he didn't have any plans for us to actually eat inside – so I need not have worried about my lack of underwear. Like being dragged back to my youth, we sat in his
pimped up
Vauxhall Corsa in the car park and greedily munched down our pizza. I hadn't had an appetite like I'd had for the last few days for a very long time, and concluded that it surely must be the overly-energetic sex was making me so ravenous, but then I needed the food in-order to replenish my depleted energy reserves, for later...

After the pizza Jamie once again indicated that he was feeling very horny, probably from the slight glimpse of my black stocking clad thighs, that were peeking out of my long jacket. I couldn't honestly remember someone being quite so insatiable, not since my first boyfriend back in college. He duly reached under my coat to try his luck at having a cheeky fondle between my thighs, as he attempted to touch me beneath my sheer black knickers. Although I wasn't totally adverse to his approach, I felt that the car park was just too well lit, and so I flirtatiously suggested that if he wanted to try and have some kind of outdoors experience with me, then he'd better take me to the deserted and darkened beach-front car-park. Of course, he probably wouldn't remember that I'd once had sex there before, back when I was 18 and working in the arcade, or maybe he did – and that thought was actually spurring him on. No sooner had he finished taking in my idea, he'd started up the car and its embarrassingly loud sound system and raced off down the dual carriageway towards the beach-front car-park.

***

We arrived to thankfully find it totally deserted and drove to the far end of the car-park, before we both hopped into the small back seat of his hatchback. I smiled knowingly at him, and removed my long leather coat, leaving me wearing just my corset, suspenders, knickers and heels. Thus far into our budding relationship, Jamie had shown signs that he sometimes wasn't the biggest fan of foreplay, but this was one of those moments where the thrill of what we were
about to do
, and the novelty of our relationship made up for any lack of foreplay. I have to admit though, we were struggling a bit for room, but I managed to get myself positioned into a ‘doggy-style’ position with my hands pressed firmly against the rear side window, with the front seats folded forward to hopefully give him enough room to thrust back and forth.

My black knickers were peeled down my thighs and hoisted over my high heels, and ripped off in what felt like an instant. He was clearly in no mood to romance me, as he had done on the weekend, he then unceremoniously spat on his fingers and gave me all the foreplay that I was going to get , whether I liked it or not. The pleasure of his touch was undeniably good though, as he set about roughly
finger fucking
me with not one, but two of his long slim fingers and then promptly swapped them for his short fat thumb, resourcefully using the rest of his hand to massage my swollen clitoris, and to hold me in place. To my surprise, and with my hot breath soon steaming up the glass in-front of my face, he soon had he squirming against the window as I begged him to impale me with his bare cock, by purring “Put me out of my misery, and just fuck me – Jamie...”

He didn't need asking twice, as he effortlessly slid his impressive length into my womanly wetness, until he was balls deep – making me literally gasp at the feeling of being penetrated so swiftly. As per my previous thoughts, it was clear that I was no longer the dominant party in our relationship, as he grabbed me by my black suspender belt, in-order to steady himself as he rammed his young hard cock into me, like I was some
cheap backstreet hooker
. With my face being mercilessly pressed harder and harder into the condensation covered window as he gathered both pace and momentum, I began to feel quite uncomfortable, and eventually managed to urge him to stop. The feeling of his member inside me felt as good as the first time that we had slept together, but in the back of his tiny car, it just wasn't working for me, and I also didn't want to risk going to work the next morning with a bruised cheek!

I therefore urged him to put the passenger seat totally flat and climbed into the front and lay on the flattened seat, with myself expectantly positioned on my back. I manoeuvred my left leg, so that it was high up on the window sill and spread widely, so that my right thigh was flung over the other side, resting on the steering wheel, as he eagerly climbed on-top of me.  Finally, with me being far more comfortable, and wide open to his advances, he began to ravish me, fucking me through my widely parted thighs, with me finally in enough comfort to actually enjoy our
car-park session
.

Eager to re-assert my dominance in this new relationship, and show him once more that I was actually not the kind of girl that he could just
mess about with
, I grabbed at his pert little buttocks and dug my manicured nails into them. In hindsight, I probably dug them into his flesh a little too cruelly, but it certainly resulted in the right outcome, as he howled helplessly in pain. Despite this though, he continued to thrust at me with even more conviction, building me up to being dangerously close to another overly-loud orgasm as he let out a cry of satisfaction as he began to empty himself into me. With him buried deeply inside me, and twitching powerfully, I soon joined him in an almost perfectly timed orgasm, whilst pulling him closer to me, by his sore buttocks as he delivered his potent seed.