Jackstraw · Part 1

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The sun warmed her face as she tipped her chin up into the blanket of summer heat. She had closed her eyes long ago, only after his bronzed chest and shoulders finally failed to block the blazing disk that made its way across the sky above them. She stretched luxuriously under him, her hands and arms exploring the hard contours of muscle and bone. Then, as if gliding through a warm, shifting sea, she spread her arms wide, hands plunging into the warm sand just beyond the edges of the rumpled towel. "Nothing should feel this good," she thought.

The corners of her wide mouth rose slightly. A small space opened between her lips. His movements were achingly slow, maddeningly precise, wonderfully matched to her own rhythms. He floated and landed, again and again, filling her with inch after inch of firm, tireless flesh. He was a perfect fit.

She squinted up at him, now needing to watch him as they both neared an effortless climax. His golden face showed the lines and creases of many summers spent in the Florida sun. He answered her gaze with smiling eyes, assuring her that he shared every detail of her joy.

"Susan… Susan?… Susan!"

She jumped, startled at the intrusion into her daydream. Jack stood beside her, waiting impatiently for her attention. Eyeing her reflection in the newly cleaned window, she backed away and turned to acknowledge him.

"A penny for your thoughts? You were a million miles away!"

Lowering the bucket and washrag to the floor, she walked to him, smiling her best smile. Her hands moved smoothly around his waist as her mouth begged for a kiss. She had decided against a bra this Saturday morning, and had left an extra button undone on the fresh cotton blouse. Susan watched her husband take a long look at her breasts and hardening nipples. She giggled as she caught him staring.

"What's so funny?" he replied, grinning from ear to ear.

"Like what you see?"

"I love what I see, but I wouldn't go shopping like that if I were you."

"Who said anything about shopping?" she teased.

Her fingers trailed across his stomach, down to the fly of his freshly pressed slacks. She rubbed lightly along the length of the zipper, finally finding the soft bulge behind it. It thickened under her hand, and she smiled again, warmed by his response.

"Look Hon, I'm playing golf with the boss this morning. I have to leave now to make it on time. You know how important this promotion is to our future. How about a raincheck?"

"Aw, c'mon. Wouldn't you rather stay home and play with me?"

"Sure I would, but this is important. Gotta go!"

Pulling away, he hefted the bag of clubs to his shoulder as he turned and headed for the door. After two steps, he stopped, returned hurriedly to where he had left her standing, and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise."

She stood silently as she watched him dart through the door. Seconds later, she heard the familiar roar of the red Corvette as he pulled from the driveway, then the dying growl as it raced away from her.

She returned to the window, again noticing her reflection on the sparkling surface.

"Not too bad for twenty-eight years. I'm definitely in better shape than any of my friends."

The buttons of the blouse popped open as she pulled at them, finally baring her to the waist. She was proud of her breasts. They weren't large, but she liked the pert, round shape of them; there was just enough to jiggle when she walked. Sometimes she wondered if Jack wished they were larger, although she was sure he would never tell her. He hadn't found much time for her lately, and sex had become too infrequent as the months passed.

"He's just working too hard," she told herself as she lightly brushed the small, hard nipples with both hands.

"He's doing it for us, for our future. I should be happy."

As she resumed her housework, she found her thoughts returning to the warm beach, the crashing waves, and the bronzed lover who fit so neatly inside her. Had Jack been there, he would have heard her sharp gasps and seen her hand at work inside the faded cutoffs, then watched her slim body's regular spasms as she cried out softly, "Oh God, oh God, please fuck me…"

Small droplets of sweat fell from Jack's face as he labored at his desk. He had remained at work long after the others had returned to their wives, husbands and families.

The last rays of the setting sun entered the tall windows behind him, bathing the stark walls with a golden glow, painting the office with color. The roomful of glass and steel projected a maze of geometric shadows onto the far wall. Susan had called the dŽcor a cross between Captain Kirk and the Marquis de Sade, but Jack was sure her dislike was more for the young, quirky, blonde decorator.

Gasping and panting as he worked, he continued to enjoy the gleaming landscape of throat, breasts, and belly spread across the glass desktop. His hands wandered over the smooth firm curves of her body as she smiled up at him. Was it a look of amusement, or satisfaction? He could never tell.

Her large breasts bounced sharply with each of his thrusts. Cascades of raven hair fell over the opposite edge of the desk, shimmering and coursing like a dark waterfall.

At just the right moment, she whispered, "Come in me, Jack. Now."

It was all he needed to nudge him over the edge. Losing control as she moaned in her own approaching orgasm, he felt the semen surge through the length of his penis, then rush into her as their cries rose to fill the empty office.

He stood between her legs, recovering, watching her panting body finish its rhythmic spasms as she whipped her head from side to side. She finally went limp; her body relaxed, exhaling a final deep sigh.

She opened her eyes slowly, then, after a minute, knew she would have to be the first to break the silence.

"Ummmm, that was great, Jack. It was just what I needed after a day like today. Thanks, Boss."

Jack smiled back as he pulled out of her, satisfied with her praise. He glanced at the clock and winced.

"Shit! It's late! I promised Susan I'd be home on time tonight. Damn!"

"Jack, you're such a charmer."

"Yeah, right Jacqueline."

She strolled to the middle of the dark office, keeping her back to him as she bent to retrieve a dark wisp of fabric from the thick carpet. She paused, teasing him with a tempting view of her perfect ass.

"Jesus, she's beautiful!" Jack told himself. His gaze followed the long lines of her slender tapering legs from ankles to ass, finally stopping and at the pouting labia, still moist with his semen.

Moving her face from behind the silky column of leg against leg, she smiled back at him, knowing the effect she had on him.

"Like what you see?"

Her words startled him a little. His conscience rose to remind him that Susan had used the same words only two days ago to show her need for him. He was used to managing the guilt that accompanied these sessions with Jacqueline, but the uncanny coincidence caught him off- guard.

Jack dressed faster and glanced at the clock again, now realizing it was very late. Susan would surely be worried or upset by now, and he would have to fabricate another excuse. Cursing to himself, he allowed his face to show the uneasiness he felt.

"OK. I recognize that 'Susan will be upset' look all too well. Jack, you really should decide what you want. Your life would be much less complicated."

Her unsolicited advice irritated him, but he knew better than to let the situation escalate. Besides, he had to get home.

Forcing a smile as he adjusted his tie, he answered, "Variety's the spice of life, Jacqueline!"

"I'm satisfied with our little arrangement, Jack. I just hope you are."

"Couldn't be happier," he huffed as he patted the sheer black panties, now stretched over her firm ass. He bolted for the door, then paused as he looked back at her, taking one last look at the nearly naked, statuesque beauty.

"Oh, Jacqueline, are the McKenzie files ready for our meeting tomorrow?"

"Yes, Jack. Don't worry, everything will be fine. Have I ever let you down?"

He knew she was right. With her combination of brains, beauty, and cool composure under the worst kind of pressure, he was sure she wouldn't remain his assistant for long.

Smiling with admiration, he replied, "Well, you certainly haven't this evening! Bye!"

He closed the door just in time to avoid the black lace bra she fired at him as he left. Jacqueline stood there, her body bathed in the blue glow from the city lights, shaking her head slowly and smiling.

Susan squeezed through the door, trying to keep the sudden fall chill from entering behind her. She was early as usual, eager to spend the day designing vacations for the clients of the small but innovative travel agency.

She leafed through the stack of new brochures while waiting for the monitor to come to life. A quick study, she learned to use the PC soon after taking the job, but still preferred the look and feel of the slick, glossy pamphlets. Before long, lush colorful scenes from Brazil, Sweden, Costa Rica, France, and Thailand were spread across her desk as she imagined Jack and herself sweltering on a Rio beach, or exploring a Costa Rican rainforest, surrounded by tropical foliage and exotic wildlife. They hadn't been on a vacation since their honeymoon five years ago. Now her love of travel and faraway lands was spent sending others to places she longed for. "If only Jack could get away," she sighed.

"And what did you and loverboy do this weekend?"

Elaine stood behind her, watching her drool over the pictures.

"Oh, Elaine, I didn't know you were in yet."

"Obviously not. Lost in one of your fantasies again?"

Susan blushed as she gathered the pamphlets and returned them to the stack. Elaine joined the agency two years before her. She had helped show her the ropes, and they quickly became best friends. Susan was grateful for someone she could confide in, and was often surprised at how easily she was able to share her most private thoughts and feelings. But Elaine was like that. Outspoken and uninhibited, she possessed a natural talent for eliciting the most candid responses from those close to her.

"Well, c'mon. Tell me. Did it work? Did he rip your clothes off and screw you right there in the kitchen? Tell me!"

"Not quite. He had a tee time with his boss. He's working really hard to get this promotion. It was just bad timing."

"You're kidding! Oh Susan, I'm sorry. You must be devastated, you poor thing!"

"Really Elaine, it's no big deal. He'll make it up to me. It's for our future."

"But what about you? I know how horny you are. It's written all over you. You can't be satisfied much longer by those fantasy studs of yours!"

"Shhh! Elaine! Not so loud. We have customers."

They both looked up at once into the amused face of the first customer of the day. His piercing gray eyes stared back at them, refusing to show the slightest trace of embarrassment. Elaine smiled and retreated, but not before giving Susan a wink and a teasing nudge as she left.

"Hi. What can I help you with today?" Susan offered quickly.

"Well, I'd like to plan a vacation, but I'm looking for something a bit different – something exotic, away from the usual tourist traps."

"That's our specialty! In fact, we've just received these new brochures -"

With a nervous wave of her hand, she managed to send the stack of pamphlets flying. In an instant, she was kneeling beside her desk, reassembling the scattered paper into a random hodgepodge of color. She could sense him close to her as he knelt to help with the mess. Looking up from the floor to thank him, she caught him staring, and tried to look away.

There was something about his face that held her. He wasn't handsome, but had a look that promised to welcome any response she would make. A thick, black mustache framed a constant smile that displayed rows of dazzlingly white teeth behind it. He projected a feeling of familiarity, and Susan found herself comparing his ability to set her at ease with Elaine's.

Seconds passed. Or was it minutes? The busy office around them seemed to stand still. She felt as though she was emptying herself into the dark wells of his eyes. Flecks of gold floated in the surrounding green of each iris. The effect was hypnotizing. Now her world existed in the tumbling patterns that held her motionless, fixed in his gaze.

The sensation was subtle, but unmistakable in its intent. The smooth stroke caressed her thigh, finally nesting in the moist folds between her legs. She allowed the sudden warmth to wash over her. It surrounded her, dark, calm and soothing, as she surrendered everything that she was, allowing him to know her completely.

"Do you like this?"

"Yes," she breathed.

"So, when might I be able to go?" he asked. The brilliant green of a tropical forest now blocked her view of him as he held the pamphlet up for her approval.

"Oh! Um, well, let me check the, ah, the, the…"

"The computer?" he added, smiling, as he lightly tapped the monitor.

Back at her desk, she began the sequence of mouse clicks and field entries necessary to construct his trip. He would go alone.

"I just need to escape for a while," he had answered. "Unless you'd like to join me," he grinned.

"Don't I wish!" she thought to herself, then nervously hit the "Exit" key by mistake. Apologizing, she started over. He sat back in his chair, almost amused she thought, and watched her work while the gold flecks rolled and sparkled in his green eyes.

Jackstraw · Part 1 (1/2)
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