After Work Excess (6 page)

We French kissed 'like two love stuck teenagers with no where else to go' for a good twenty minutes, but as his wandering hands began to dare to try and explore under the material of my fitted black top, I knew that I couldn't follow this through - it would be just plain wrong. I didn't feel too guilty though, as I had after-all spent the best part of the last half hour French kissing him on my sofa.

I eventually managed to usher him out towards the door, ending any fantasy that he was having about spending the night with this vulnerable, but sloppy kisser of an older woman. I quickly sensed that he wasn't giving up that easily though, as a laugh and a joke in the hallway, again became another long and lingering French kiss goodnight, which cumulated in him daring to grope my denim covered buttocks as we stood kissing by my closed front-door. He Pressed desperately against me, and onto the hallway wall, in the hope that I'd change my mind. I knew that I just couldn't sleep with him, and I also knew that I didn't really want to, and so in my alcohol impaired wisdom, I decided that there was only
one thing to do
and that was to
take full control
of this situation with this horny testosterone fuelled stud.

With my plan firmly in mind, I pushed him back, gently, but assertively so he was stood against the opposite wall of my narrow hallway, kissing him all the while, reaching up to kiss him as he was at least 6 inches taller than me, which was in itself, a strange feeling for me as my Ex was no where near as tall as him. I then I deftly sunk my slender hand into the waistband of his baggy jeans and straight under his tight jockey pants, to clasp it around the length of his expectantly erect penis.

He must have thought his luck had finally changed as he quickly unbuttoned his fly to give me better access to his throbbing tool. I then began to initiate a very firm, tight and fast wanking motion around the shaft of his impressively sized, shaven clean young cock. It felt considerably long, and quite heavily veined, for one brief moment, I even dared to contemplate the thought of what it would feel like in my mouth. Setting that thought to one-side, I gripped him firmly, totally controlling him by his cock, stroking him furiously as my tongue darted in and out of his mouth and he fumbled to try and grope my pert breasts through my black top. I kept him fully under my control, pinned against the wall and didn't loosen my grip on his hard cock for a second. I also used the pressure of my body, pressed forwards against his until I ultimately felt his knees whither and buckle. I sensed that he was simple unable to hold back, as his long slim legs weaken and his young body became subservient to me, and quite obviously helpless to my firm touch. He semi collapsed his weight against me,  probably knowing full-well that I was now in full control of his bodily functions, as he began to ejaculate in my controlling grasp.

Only then did I finally stop kissing and stroking his cock, smiling up at him triumphantly, as I released my weight from his spent body, to see what a mess he'd made of my fingers and my Black River Island top. I could clearly see that there were several strands of his pure white semen coating my top, just below my breasts - as was so tall. He noticed too and was a little bit flustered from having just ejaculated, but still fairly embarrassed at the mess that he'd inadvertently caused from my aggressive, but intensely sexual stroking method.

“Now go home!” I giggled, but then added in a commanding and firm tone “And let me clean myself up from your filthy mess – young man..!”

He laughed back; breaking away from my clutches, as he promptly place his semi hard cock back into his jeans and reached for his much needed packet of Lambert and Butlers. He was all red cheeked and lost for words as he said goodnight with a thankful peck on the lips, before I locked the front-door firmly behind him.

I put my top in
to soak
overnight, laughing to myself at the peculiar events of the night, and quickly got myself changed for bed, strangely hoping that maybe my
Sunday lie in
would be interrupted by the return of my fiancée, sorry, I mean ex-fiancée. Or maybe I’d wake up with the realisation that this whole episode had just been a
wickedly naughty dream
…

But of course, it wasn't.

So after a long and much needed sleep, I eventually woke up at half past eleven the following morning, Sunday morning after having a rather nice dream about my Ex-Fiancée. The problem with dreams like that, when you've just split up from someone is the cold reality of waking up and realising that your life is still a
totally fucked up mess
and that the relationship that you once savoured is still very much over.

I turned to my phone to see that who had sent me a text message and saw that I had three new messages, but sadly none of them were from my ex, but there was a message from Jamie who I couldn't even remember swapping numbers with the previous evening, his first message simply said '
Thank you for the best cock wank ever, your a super babe x x x'

As I read his message, the stark realisation suddenly hit me, as to what I had done for him, on the previous evening in my hallway, as I thought '
Oh My God!
' It was all coming flooding back to me now. How I sluttishly wanked Jamie's cock in my own hallway, just to send him on his way home, '
how incredibly embarrassing
'!

The next message for from my friend Holly, asking if I got home okay, God how was I ever going to explain to her that Jamie ended up walking me home, Jamie - her little brothers gangly mate and more to the point, that I'd ended up
wanking him off
back at my flat, I would surely die of embarrassment if she ever found out! The final message was from my Mum who obviously knew about my sudden heart ache and had messaged me, inviting me over for Sunday Lunch with my little brother, sister Kayleigh and of course, my Dad. It was a nice thought, but I knew that if I spent the afternoon with my family, I'd end up just being a tearful mess, so I politely declined and said that I was going to go shopping to the Mall with Claire.

Then a fourth message came through, from Jamie again, '
Hi babe, me again – do you fancy going for a walk on the beach, it’s dead nice out? No strings x x x'

It was quite a nice thought, on his part, but there was no way that I was willing to meet up with him, especially after how the previous evening had ended, as I'd have felt incredibly embarrassed, if I met him again. Therefore, I showered and got myself vaguely presentable, before slouching on the sofa on my pink towelling lounge suit and put the TV on, but there was nothing on and these four walls were just what I didn't need right now.

A good two hours must have passed, and then eventually, out of sheer boredom, more than after thing else, I sent Jamie a message back and in it, I just said '
Okay, I'll meet you in an hour by the Tropicana, if you're still up for that walk? X
'. He immediately replied, saying
cool
, or something along those lines. It looked quite cold out so I chucked on a North Face Gillette and my Ugg boots, tied my shoulder length blonde hair back in a tight and functional ponytail and headed off to get some cash out before walking down to the seafront to meet him.

I got there just before 1pm and Jamie was sat on a wall, already waiting for me, whilst smoking one of his Lambert and Butlers. He looked quite the picture, like a hooded chav, with no place to go. He gave me a polite peck on the cheek and immediately said that I looked different without my
club girl
make up on, which offended me at first, but then, realising his mistake by my stern look, he continued with “I meant different in a ‘good way’, you're very pretty - you know, in a natural way!”

Nice recovery, I thought to myself!

***

We walked along the blustery beach, chatting quite freely, and as we walked on the huge open space, I thought how odd we must've looked me, with me being barely 5'5" and only 8 stone, after losing weight since the break-up, and him being at least 6'2" - all skinny in his hooded top and baseball cap. We must have looked like a right
odd couple
, or maybe it was just me that thought that!

We continued to chat as we walked for ages, covering miles. All subjects were open for discussion, as we talked about the breakdown of my relationship with my fiancée, how I had originally met him at the bank, and lots more. I was worried that I was boring Jamie, as I just seemed to be talking about myself, but he told me that he was keen to learn all about me, as he even listened to me running through all the stuff that we used to do together.

I went on to explain how hard it had been for me, especially over the last two weeks, having to go in to work and put a
fake smile
on my face in front of all those customers wanting loans or home insurance quotes. Although he was younger than me, and I had been used to relating to
older guys
, he listened well and seemed to really understand what I’d been going through…

Then, after we turned to begin our long walk back, towards the pier – he dared to ask me about my escorting experiences. I was hesitant to share at first, but although we'd walked for miles by that point, Jamie seemed genuinely interested, although I sensed that he may have been secretly quite
turned on
, as he listened to me describing the handful experiences I'd had as an (albeit – occasional) escort. I found him so easy to talk to, that I even recalled the first time that I'd ever agreed to
sex for cash
, where a guy called Warren, my manger from my part-time job at the local arcade took me to the beach-front car-park late one night, after work. I was only 18 at the time, and about as naive as any girl could be at that age! I explained how I eventually agreed to let him have sex with me, in the back of his car, all for the paltry sum of £60.

Jamie was understandably shocked, but said that girls at his school were always
going with guys
in their cars, so it turns out that I was hardly as daring as I may have felt at the time.

“
Yeah but I bet that they weren't getting paid for it, surely?” I asked, as I looked across and up at him as we walked into the bracing wind.

“
Well no, probably not...” he laughed back.

“
There you go then, it's hardly something to look back and be proud of is it, after-all I was a '
straight A'
student up until that point!”

“
What other experiences have you had then?” he asked.

I paused, not really knowing what I should or shouldn't share with my
new friend
, but then I thought '
what the hell
' as I began to describe how I'd ended up agreeing to meet a guy who came into my workplace, at the bank. I told him how I'd just met my fiancée, but that we weren't actually dating seriously at that point, and with him being 10 years older, I hadn't even begun to realise that we were going to end up getting so serious, and eventually getting engaged.

“
So how old was this guy then, the guy that came into the bank, the one that had asked you to meet up with him - outside work?”

I paused, not really wanting to admit his age.

“Come on how old was he?” he pressed.

“
About forty, I guess...” I replied shamefully.

“
And how old were you at the time?”

“
Just twenty...”

“
Christ, so what happened then, when you met him?”

“
Well I didn't agree to meet him at first, because as I said, I wasn't sure if John (my future fiancée) was interested in me in the long term or not, as we'd only been out a handful of time.”

“
But you met him eventually though?”

“
Yes, a few weeks later...”

“
And what happened?”

I paused, really wishing that I hadn't started this story, but knowing that I had to finish it now, before looking straight ahead, into the wind and describing how I'd agreed to get a taxi over to his place, and give him a
blow job
, after one of my many
girl's nights out.

“
But I thought he'd want to have sex with you?”

“
He did, yes...”

“
And did he pay you too?”

“
Yes, he offered me
quite a lot of money, it was £300, and I can remember that I ended up sucking him whilst still wearing my little black clubbing dress.” I replied shamefully.

“
Surely he pressed for sex though, for that much money?”

“
Of course,” I began, before adding “but I had his sworn agreement that he couldn't have penetrative sex with me, before I agreed to travel over to his place.”

“
You were taking a big risk though..”

“
I know, but I'd had far too much to drink, it was a crazy thing to do, but you know what,” I began, as I smiled across at him “I used the cash to buy John a Play-Station 3, the following morning, and ended up giving it to him as a present!”