Bed Time stories Part 2

Mon, 31 Jul 2006 12:30:53 GMT

The sound and feel of the flat tyres were annoyingly familer.

These were brand new tyres, and she desperately hoped she wouldn’t have to replace this one.

The interstate was deserted. She had left the office late, indulging her herself online in the privacy of her own office, though to be honest it had been unsatisfactory, most unsatisfactory.

She fingered her phone.

Could she call a friend?

He had offered to help her in circumstances such as these, but at this time of night it was hardly fair.

Headlights startled her, a small car parked in front of her.

A man climbed out, made larger by the smallness of his vehicle.

She punched 911 into her phone, but her finger paused over the call button.

He didn’t look like an axe murderer.

‘They never do.” She thought.

At least he wasn’t carrying an axe.

She wound down the window a little.

“Hello Angel.”

Oh god that voice, it was like it was hardwired to her DNA, she couldn’t help but breath a little deeper, could help but squirm in her seat.

“Need a hand Angel?”

She nodded, not trusting her own voice.

“Pop the trunk Angel.”

Her hands refused to respond, she tried to move, to reach the release but all she succeeded in doing was lowering the window completely.

“Nevermind angel.”

His frame filled the window as he leant in. His breath, hot on breasts, through her crochet blouse, his hand brushing her leg as he reached to the floor of the car.

His scent, clean, with just a hint…

“Stay in the car Angel.”

It seemed like moments and he was finished, moments that were simply too short, moments that she tried to compose herself, to will her nipples to behave themselves, the buzz between her thighs to dissipate.

She covered her breast with her arms as he approached the window. He was wiping his hands with a damp cloth.

“Why do you cover them angel?”

“Too small.” she rasped

He reached into her blouse cupping her in his warm hand.

“Itty bitty school girl titties.” He whispered squeezing gently

She closed her eyes.

“I like them.” His hand withdrew.

The roar of an engine jolted her from her trance.

A piece of paper lay on her lap, an address.

Charlie was gone.

Bed Time Stories Part One

Mon, 31 Jul 2006 06:51:12 GMT

Something had to give, the lack of sleep, the ongoing aggravations at work, and the seeming open endless of her situation were conspiring to leave her depressed and helpless.

Only one thing was helping to keep her sane, and today, today that thing wasn’t there.

A definitive click of her closet office door closing.

That was wrong, that door was never closed. Never closed unless?Never closed not while she was inside.
“Hello Angel.”

That voice.

That voice that she had only every heard through the tinny speakers of her office PC or late at night on her I-pod trying to drown out the other sounds of her existence.

“Cat got your tongue Angel?”

The voice was rich and full, emerging from a human chest rather than the ether of the internet.

She turned. His locks were more copper than red, his beard really only a five o’clock shadow.

“Surprised Angel?”

“What, how?”

“A little birdie told me you were having trouble sleeping.”

He chuckled.

“I’ve come to help you.”

“You’ve come to kill my husband?” She regretted it the moment she said it, a flippant sarcastic remark.

“Not this time. Though we might have a chat later?About honesty.”

“Why aree you here?”

“To help you relax.”

For a moment she forgot to breath.

“You’re too tense.” He gestured and for the first time she saw his large hands.

“Stand up.’

She stood and he wheeled her chair away

“Turn around.”

“Put your hands on the desk.”

A feeling of vulnerability ran through her, coupled oddly with a surge of excitement. She wanted to bring her legs together, to squeeze that feeling away, but he placed a booted foot between her legs.

“Naughty girl.” His breath hot against her neck.

A hand cupped a buttock, squeezed and then trailed a line up her spine.

She shivered.

“Cold Angel?”

“No.” she said defiantly.

Hard fingers found the hollow in the back of her neck.

“It is a big hot in here isn’t it.”

“?No.”

Hard thumbs pressed hardd shooting painful stars through her head causing her to cry out.

“Shhh Shhh Angel.” He said. “It will pass.”

It did.

Then he ran his fingers down her spine, finding knots, pressing harshly, painfully and ultimately releasing her tension.

He had reached her lower back now and she leant further over the desk acutely aware of how she was presenting her bum to him, acutely aware of ‘him’ inches away from her. Acutely aware of the growing dampness in her panties and suddenly her breasts touched the surface of the desk and she was just?

Acutely aware.

“That’s enough.” He said.

She whimpered as his hands withdrew.

A rustle of paper being placed on her desk.

An address, a click of a lock.

“Please?” She said looking up.

But Charlie was gone.

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Bed Time stories Part 2

Bed Time Stories Part One