Educating Sara (closed for FriskyForest)

[FriskyForest]

Sara was enjoying the morning’s activity until Dirk stopped and wanted her to put him in her mouth. She would love to do it, but he’d been inside her and she cringed. “Dirk, I’m sorry. But I can’t. I’d be licking…it’s like I’d be licking my own insides off of you. I have a better idea. Stop looking annoyed, here, I’ll distract you.”

She straddled him, took his cock in her right hand, and slid him inside her. She bounced up and down on him, occasionally licking his nipples and kissing his neck and chest. She could feel the tip of him tantalize her over and over again. She closed her eyes as her body became rigid – as he became harder and harder – he exploded inside her.

Sara lay next to him, caressing his arms and chest. She put her finger on her clitoris and made little circles.

“I was unable to come. Why don’t you help me? Or are you still annoyed because I didn’t put you in my mouth? Aw, come on, Honey, I got you off.”

Sara had a feeling that she crossed a line.

"I'm sorry. Look, I'll make it up to you after work. I promise. During lunch break, I'll go out and buy something that I can use on you. I promise you can do whatever you want to me later, too. I promise."

 

[TomOPKs]

Dirk was a bit peeved by Sara’s attitude about sucking him off. He had been more than willing to lick her pussy clean after he had shot his load off inside of her. It was ok for him to lick and suck on her but she wasn’t able to taste her own juices? She straddled his waist and with her right hand slipped his cock into her. She immediately started to bounce up and down on his cock all the while licking his nipples and kissing him on the neck and chest.

It didn’t take too long before she was able to make him cum deep inside of her sopping wet pussy. Once his orgasm was finished she climbed off of him and lay down next to him using her own fingers to stimulate her clit. Her first words were, “I was unable to come. Why don’t you help me? Or are you still annoyed because I didn’t put you in my mouth? Aw, come on, Honey, I got you off.”

Dirk was definitely not happy with the way things had just transpired. He reached over and took hold of her hand that was now playing with her pussy. “I don’t suppose that you have forgotten that I am in control over your sex. What makes you think that you can take charge of the orgasm that you missed out on by not obeying me in the first place? As for now I think you will have to wait on the orgasm that you missed out on. Do you assume that it is okay that you got me off as you so eloquently put it with total disregard for my wishes?”

He reached down to her pussy that was oozing a combination of both his seed and her creamy nectar. Using three fingers he ran them through her lips scooping up a generous amount of their fluids. With his fingers fully coated and dripping he brought them up to her mouth and in a very stern voice said, “lick my fingers clean. Then I want you to lick my cock completely clean. When you are done we will have time for a quick shower and then breakfast with time to get over to your place so that you will have time to finish getting ready for work. I will deal with your total disregard for my instructions after work. And as for your promise that I can do anything that I want to you later believe me even without your promise I intend to.”

 

[FriskyForest]

Indignant, she said, “I’m not one of your defendants, Dirk. You really don’t have to talk to me like that –” Silenced by his stare, she quickly realized that that the statement would cut no ice with the detective.

Sara held his face in her hands. Quietly, earnestly, she said, “Dirk, I’m sorry. I’ll obey you. I will. That will make everything ok, right?” Then, she sighed, which told him that she knew better.

He had commanded her lick his fingers and his penis. They’d have a quick shower and breakfast before running to her house so she could get fresh clothes. He really hammered her, angry about her disregard for his instructions, saying that he controlled her sex. She listened as he put her in her place, threatening to deal with her impudence after work. She’d said that he could do whatever he wanted to her, but she was thinking more of sensual delights. He obviously was hell-bent on punishing her for defying him as Master.

Great, she thought, I’ll be at work trying to do my job while anticipating whatever he plans to do to me. She was too timid to ask what exactly he planned to do to her.

She took his hand in hers and explored it with her tongue, which darted and covered every inch of his fingers. She put each finger into her mouth and sucked slowly, moaning, hoping that her actions reminded him that she was truly a loving slave.

Then, Sara reached down and took his penis into her mouth and sucked a little. She took him out of her mouth and licked the sides, the base, and the tip. When she was sure that he was licked clean, she kissed his lips gently.

She slowly followed him to the shower where they cleaned themselves. They were both quiet, Dirk with anger, Sara with, well, she was just intimidated. She accompanied him into the shower where, without being asked, she applied soap to his body and shampoo to his hair. She waited for him to move to the shower head before she cleaned her body and her hair. She embraced him under the shower head as the last of the soap and shampoo were gone.

Once the shower was over, Dirk handed her a towel and she wiped herself off. She put on the previous day’s clothes and waited for Dirk in the kitchen. She had promised earlier that she’d make breakfast for him, so she found some eggs, onions, spinach, and ham. She made him a great omelet, fit for a king.

 

[FriskyForest]

The Last Chapter

The liaison officer position, being temporary to begin with, was ending that day. Sara was grateful to have had the experience. This helped her with her application and interview for the CIA. She announced at her going-away party that she got a job as Publications Officer. Now according to CIA guidelines, she wasn’t really supposed to brag about working for the Agency, but these folks were police officers and detectives who would keep the information to themselves.

She thanked Dirk for helping her discover her own sexuality. He kissed her passionately in his office. He made love to her one last time, his window open, a breeze caressing them as they lay there on his floor, bodies entangled, and on fire.

Sara drove to Washington, D.C., and met her new boss, Agent Vincent Taylor. They hit it off immediately. He was more than professionally interested in her, as was she with him. They decided to keep things strictly business at work. At his house, it was a different story. A new story for Sara.

 

[TomOPKs]

OOC: Special Agent Vincent Taylor, 30 5’10” 190# sandy blond hair sparkling deep blue eyes solid body from working out at the agency gym sever times a week.

IC: Vince had joined the CIA right out of college. He had worked in the Information and Data section from the start and had worked his way up to the assistant department chief. The work of this section was to make sure that all information and data collected from all parts of the agency both domestic and abroad was properly collected, stored and dessiminated to all the different department heads and to the Director himself.

He was single finding it very difficult to meet eliglible single women in a city where the power of the nation was evident every where you turned. Everyone seemed to be on a fast track of achieving power and stature or working for someone that was. The Agency was no different, everyone that worked at there was dedicated and highly professional in what ever capacity they found themselves in.

Not long ago his section had hired a new Publications Officer. Vince met with the young lady on her first day. His first impression was that she was a very beautiful young lady with short wavy brown hair and dark brown eyes that a person could get lost in so very easily. Although she was short her body was very curvaceous in all the right places and one could not miss the fact that she had very ample breasts that were displayed quite nicely in the top that she was wearing. The neckline of her top was low enough to show just a hint of cleavage.

That first day he went through her duties and gave her a tour of their section. He showed her around the building including the cafeteria and the full gym including locker rooms for the work out enthusiasts. Vince mentioned that he spent time at least 3 or 4 times a week working out in the gym.

Sara settled in right away and turned out to be a very fast study. She was able to fit in very quickly completing her work assignments timely and in excellent form. Day to day Vince had very little direct interaction with her.

It wasn’t till sometime after her second week when he ran into her at the gym. In the locker room he had put on his baggy gym shorts and a tank top then headed to the gym for some workout with the weights . As he walked in he saw Sara from behind on a stationary bike. She was wearing what appeared to be very short gym shorts with a tight fitting tank top with spaghetti straps. As he passed by her even with a sports bra under her top he was able to see the gentle sway of her breasts. “Hello, Sara I didn’t know that you worked out here. I haven’t seen you here before. I find there is nothing more refreshing than a good workout and shower before heading home after a long day on the job.”

Vince took up a position on a weigh machine where he could watch Sara on the bike from the front. There was nothing sexier than watching a beautiful well built woman work out and get all sweaty. He just hoped that he wasn’t being too obvious as he watched her work out. After a short while she stopped and got off the bike taking a towel and wiping the sweat from her face and shoulders. Her tank top was damp and sticking to her like a second skin. It appeared that she was done with her workout. Since they were the only two in the gym Vince said, “that looked like a good workout. Would you by chance care to go out and grab a bite to eat? I’m going to finish up here shortly and then take a quick shower to cool off.”

 

[FriskyForest]

He’s checking me out, she thought, as she pumped her legs furiously on the stationary bike. She grinned to herself, and then looked at him. “Hi, Agent Taylor.” She stopped the bike and wiped herself down with the towel she had taken from the women’s locker room. “Yes, I began working out a few days after I started here. It’s a good habit to get in – exercising at a certain time of the day, every day, so it becomes a part of your life. It took me a little while to settle on a time of day,” she said, while still catching her breath, her chest heaving. She hoped he didn’t notice her deep gasps; while she loved the looks she got from men, she was still a little self-conscious of her chest size.

She stood before him, gazing into his eyes. He’d asked if she’d like to get a snack. Absolutely delighted, first with making a friend only a few weeks into her new job, and second with having developed a little crush on him after about a week, she said, “I’d love to grab a bite. I’ll go shower off, too, and I’ll meet you outside of the locker rooms.”

Sara smiled at him a bit and then left for the showers. She had her favorite lavender soap and her honeysuckle shampoo, which she carefully placed in an alcove on the shower’s wall. She peeled off her exercise clothes and stepped into the shower, adjusting the water to make it warm. She looked up to the shower head, smiled as she remembered how he asked her to go out after their workouts, and nearly choked on the water as it streamed past the grin on her face and down her throat. As she cleaned the remnants of her workout off of her, she fantasized being in the shower with Vince, and other things that might go into her mouth and possibly down her throat.

Sara decided not to let on how she felt about Vincent; he supervised her writing and this was, after all, the CIA. She wouldn’t dare put her job in jeopardy. The CIA was too important to her. Besides, she didn’t know if he was asking her out because he liked her as a possible girlfriend, which she hoped, or if he wanted to merely get together with a coworker. Not knowing, she didn’t want to spoil a deeper friendship than she already felt she had with him.

Sara thought about what brought her to the CIA in the first place. When she worked at the police station, she found that she loved writing the reports and police documents more than working with the people she served. With her knack for grammar and editing, she found that she enjoyed proofreading police reports, editing, and helping to rewrite. While at her previous position, she completed another graduate program, this time in journalism with a lot of coursework in technical, business, and grant writing, and also many workshops in editing and proofreading.

Now, at 28, she finally made it to the CIA in their publications division. This was serious work. She felt that she was doing something very, very important both with her life and for her country.

She stepped out of the shower and wiped herself dry. She blew dry her hair, making it curl here and there and watched herself in the mirror, satisfied at the way her hair settled around her face. She got dressed, wearing a pale purple tee shirt and brown Capri pants and tan sandals. Sara applied plum-colored lipstick, placed her exercise clothes into her bag, returned the towels she used in a locker room bin, gave one last glance at the mirror, and walked out. She sat on a bench by a wall that separated the men’s and women’s locker room, and waited for Vince.

Sara wondered if he noticed that she enjoyed watching him workout. She stared at his muscles, his legs, his eyes, as he worked the equipment effortlessly, almost sensuously.

 

[TomOPKs]

Vince had tried to be careful as he was checking out her body so as not to be too obvious. When she got off of the bike and started to wipe the sweat from her body she started up a conversation with him. Her chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath from her workout.

Sara had indicated that she would love to go out and get a bite to eat. Vince had asked the question in such a way that it didn’t have to be interpreted as a date if that had been something that she just wasn’t wanting to do. He figured that the best way to get to know her better was casually and slowly.

As she headed for the women’s locker room his eyes were glued to her rear end, watching the sway of her ass in the short shorts she was wearing. His first thought was to head for the showers and be ready when she came out. However, he didn’t want to appear too anxious so he continued just a little longer with his work out. When done he went into the locker room and stripped off his sweat soaked clothing and jumped in the shower.

He couldn’t get his mind off the fabulous body that he had been watching on the stationary bike. It was true that he was her boss but they didn’t have much day to day contact through the course of their work. His mind wandered thinking about what she would look like in the shower with the water cascading over her magnificent breasts. Just the thought started to get him aroused. Vince thought about rubbing one off right there in the shower to help calm him down but then decided that he would just take his mind off of Sara and things would settle down.

Out of the shower he towel dried his hair and then dried off the rest of his body before slipping into a pair of red boxers. Standing at the mirror he combed his hair, put on his deodorant and then splashed on a small amount of his favorite cologne. Vince pulled on a blue striped polo shirt to set off the color of his eyes and then pulled on a pair of faded blue jeans. He slipped on a pair of leather sandals and then stuffed all of his work out clothes in his bag as well as folding up his clothes from the day.

When he walked out of the locker room refreshed and ready to go Sara was waiting for him sitting on a bench in the hall way. When she stood up she looked so much different than how she did at work. She looked nice and casual wearing a light purple t-shirt and brown Capri pants showing off her shapely calves. “Well you look refreshed and ready to go. We need to figure out where we would like to go eat and if we are going to take two cars or just go in one.”

Even though he had been very causal when he mentioned getting a bite to eat, Vince had a very specific place in mind. It was his favorite Italian restaurant and he knew the owners. It was a very romantic place and he was sure that he could get a secluded table there where it would be possible to enjoy Sara’s company and learn a lot more about her.

 

[FriskyForest]

When Vincent asked about how to get there, one car or two, she was about to say that they should take two cars. It wouldn’t look good if someone saw them get into one car together. Would it? He’s her boss and since the CIA’s standards are already high to begin with, no one would suspect that she was excited and had a crush on her boss and would love to sit with him while he drove. Observers would figure that they were meeting about something. Besides, she didn’t know the area well enough to be able to follow him. Suppose she got lost?

Just looking at him, she could feel her face burn slightly. Did he notice her blush? She hoped not. Blushing is so embarrassing and the more she tried to stop, the hotter her face became. “I think we should go in one car, Agent Taylor. I’m not familiar enough with the area to follow you, you know, in case I get lost,” Sara said, getting lost in his eyes and imagining his arms around her. I better stop staring at him, or he’ll have me put away, she thought.

As they walked to the door out to the parking lot, she placed her hand at his back while he opened the door, as if to gently usher him out. Telling herself that he is her boss, she took her hand away. His back was warm, strong under his shirt. That blue shirt really brought out the color of his eyes. They walked to his car and got inside. “Do you have a place in mind?” she asked, straightening her Capris, her breasts bouncing lightly, while she settled into the passenger seat.

Her mind went back to the workout she had completed. She could still feel him wiping her face and body of the sweat that lightly covered her body. She so wanted him to touch her face now that it was clean. She couldn't wait to get to know him better. Perhaps wherever he was taking her would afford them time and ambience for such a meeting.

 

[TomOPKs]

When he asked if they should take one or two cars Sara began to blush. It was kind of cute not really certain what he had said that would cause that reaction. She did finally say that they should take one car in case she got lost. “Please call me Vince when we aren’t at the office. The Agent Taylor sounds so stuffy and professional. In fact I do have a place in mind. It is a quaint little Italian mom and pop restaurant. They have the best food and garlic cheese bread to die for.” After saying that he thought of whether having the garlic cheese bread would be conducive to a good night kiss? Maybe he was getting ahead of himself.

They got in his car and as he buckled up he looked over and said, “Buckle up for safety.” He watched as she pulled the belt in front of her and how it ran right between her magnificent tits pulling her t-shirt tight across her chest. He had to keep his eyes off of her or he would be sprouting a full blown erection in no time. “So how do you like your job so far Miss Gold? Vince figured that the best thing to do was to keep the conversation light. There would be time for flirting in a secluded booth at the restaurant if it seemed appropriate. His arm rested on the console between them, his hand dangling off the arm rest just inches from her thigh. He wondered if he would get his face slapped if he were to move his hand over and rest in on her thigh with his fingers between her legs.

It wasn’t long before they reached the restaurant and Vince was greeted by a short stocky woman with a strong Italian accent. After a brief introduction the couple was shown to a corner booth in the back of the restaurant. Without thinking Vince slid in to the booth next to Sara where their thighs touched

 

[FriskyForest]

“Well, first let me reciprocate. It’s Sara, not Miss Gold, ok?” she smiled at him, blushing again at his eyes, his face, his whole being. “If we’re going to be exercise and dinner friends, if I get to call you Vince, then you must call me Sara,” she beamed at him. He mentioned Italian food and garlic and cheese bread. She told him that she hadn’t had garlic and cheese bread in a long time and was looking forward to it. She said that she tried to make it once, but burned it so bad that her smoke alarm went off and she nearly choked while running around her house opening windows and turning on fans.

As they got into his car, he told her to buckle up. She always buckled up, but his words were so endearing, so cute. She pretended not to notice his hand right above her thigh. She thought of moving her thigh up a little so she could feel his fingers on it, but this being their first time together outside of work, she decided it might not be a good idea…a great fantasy, but not a good idea. She still wasn’t quite sure in which direction Vince was heading, and she didn’t want to rush anything.

Interrupting her fantasy, Vince asked her about her job. “I like it very much,” she began, “I enjoy fine-tuning a work in progress, and then coordinating with the various creative departments and writers to finish creating the product. This may sound kind of corny, but I feel like I’m doing something important for my country. I don’t want to be an agent out in the field where it’s dangerous, so this is a way I can contribute.”

They got to the little restaurant and she was immediately taken with the hanging wine bottles and the colorful wall paintings of Venice, with its canals and gondolas. They sat in a secluded booth, surrounded by green plants of many varieties, and he slid in right next to her. She moved over to accommodate him. “I really like that woman who took us to the table. I wonder how long she and her husband have been in the country.”

They shared a menu, their thighs touching. Sara began to feel a little twinge between her thighs. She took a little breath, let out a small moan, and said, “Everything looks so good.” She tried to pretend that the moan was for the food choices and not from her throbbing area while she felt his thigh next to hers. While they held the menu, she briefly touched his fingers. “So, uh, do you want to share a pizza? If not, I love chicken piccata with lemon, capers, and artichoke hearts.” Since Vince sat beside her with his thigh against her, she decided to take a risk. She turned and looked up at him, turning her body so her breast touched his arm. “What do you think?” She waited for a second, letting him wonder for a moment whether she meant her chest or their evening’s repast. “What do you think,” she repeated, “Do you want to share a pizza, or should I go for the piccata?”

 

[TomOPKs]

“Everything is good. I’ve had just about everything on the menu at one time or other. Their pizza is really good with lots of sauce and cheese.” Just about that time she turned in the booth to face him and in doing so her breast rubbed against his arm. Vince heard her say, “what do you think?” and all he could think about was her breast that had just brushed up against him. Then she repeated herself. Quickly he shook loose from the fantasy that was running around in his head and said, “oh yes I’d love to share a pizza with you but I must warn you that I’m not a big fan of veggies on my pizza.”

After they had ordered their conversation continued as the two talked about their lives. They were both turned towards each other to make the conversation easier and Vince had no real good place to put his hand that was caught between their bodies. So he laid his hand on her thigh. He hoped that this gesture didn’t make her too uncomfortable. Oh how he wanted to slid his hand up to her crotch and let his fingers slip down between her legs.

As they talked in such a close intimate setting his breathing started to become more rapid and his cock started to swell just slightly. He hoped that she was not able to see that he was becoming aroused. Occasionally to add emphasis to something he had said he would gently squeeze her thigh.

 

[FriskyForest]

“No vegetables, huh?” she asked, “How did you ever pass the CIA physical fitness test? That’s ok, I like meat on my pizza,” she looked at him and said rather pointedly, “I love eating meat.” She chuckled quietly and quickly glanced down, surprised at her own suggestive words, her face warm. He talked about his life and why he was drawn to the CIA. She listened intently, absorbing everything he said. As he talked, he punctuated each sentence with a little squeeze on her thigh.

Well, if he’s going to do that, she thought… She playfully put her arm around his shoulder and leaned in to him occasionally as they spoke. Should she move in a way to let his hand … do whatever it wanted? Sara wasn’t sure. She wanted to make sure that he was “on board,” before making any assumptions; she didn’t want to rush him into something she wasn’t sure he wanted in the first place.

However, as they nibbled on the garlic bread together, while waiting for their “Meat Lovers” pizza, his hand on her thigh, she leaned back in the seat, and subtly positioned her pelvic area forward so his hand moved slightly farther between her legs. Without looking at him, she moaned a little, and kept eating her garlic bread. Trying to ignore the heated frenzy within her, which was quite difficult given the intense throbbing she was experiencing, she wondered if she should excuse herself and run to the ladies room so she could take care of herself. All she could think of was taking his hand and putting it inside her Capris so he could take care of her, since at that point, she couldn’t get up to find a ladies room to save her life.

Sara looked up at him, her lips parted, wanting to kiss him, wondering if she should, but instead let out a little breath and smiled. “I wonder when the pizza will come,” she said.

 

[TomOPKs]

When she put her arm around his shoulder and leaned into him when as they were talking he had a definite urge to lean in further and kiss her full lips. Vince thought better of this because if he had been misreading her signals he might very well end up with a slap in the face and a swift end to what appeared to be a very enjoyable time for both of them. So he just kept up with the banter enjoying just being next to her.

The waitress had brought a basket of cheese garlic bread to the table and they both had a slice. As they were eating the bread together Sara wiggled around forcing her pelvis forward causing his hand to move slightly higher on her thigh. He was sure that he heard a moan escape her lips. Vince was convinced that this was a sign. Why else would she move in such a way to move his hand closer to her crotch? If he wasn’t mistaken it seemed that her breathing had become more rapid. Her chest was heaving just a bit more that it had been earlier.

She was looking at him and her lips were parted as if she might kiss him when she smiled and said, “I wonder when the pizza will come?” Vince smiled back at her pushing his fingers down between her thighs and then sliding his hand till his pinky finger was resting against the crotch of her brown capris and said, “I would imagine that it will be here shortly. You are in for a real treat.” He didn’t know if she would figure out that he meant the pizza as he started to move his finger gently up and down on the crotch of her pants.

 

[FriskyForest]

“I’m…I’m in for a treat?” her eyes sparkled as she sighed and moaned. “I have to be very honest. Your hand feels…it feels just great. I take it that you mean the pizza as a treat, but I wonder…w-would I be out of line and too bold if I ask something that I’m a little afraid to ask?”

She spread her legs a little more, now strongly inviting him to rub her with his fingers. She blinked her eyes, panted, swallowed, panted again, and spoke. “Look, Vincent. I have so much respect and admiration for you. You are a wonderful boss and in the short time I’ve worked for you, I’ve learned so much, and have come to respect and admire you even more than I thought I could. But, Vincent, I have to tell you the truth. I’m very excited. I don’t know how you feel about taking this to the next level or if you want to go slowly. I’m taking a risk here. And I’m sorry if I’m totally reading you incorrectly. If I am, then please forgive me and I hope we can still work together without bad feelings. Vincent, you are driving me crazy right now.”

She closed her eyes, holding his arm while he petted her thighs.

“Shall we…should we…take the pizza to my house? To your house? Or, would you like to finish dinner here. I’ll be guided by what you say. If you don’t want to take this further tonight, I’ll respect your wishes.”

Sara looked at Vince, waiting for his answer.

 

[TomOPKs]

Sara acknowledged that what he was doing with his hand was feeling really great. Then she started in telling him how much she respected him and what a great boss he was. As she was talking she spread her legs a little farther apart inviting him to rub her more with his fingers. She apologized ahead of time then told him that he was driving her crazy right now. She closed her eyes and held on to his arm as he continued to rub his fingers up and down on the crotch of her pants.

“Well I have to tell you I was sure hoping that I hadn’t crossed a line that you weren’t wanting me to cross. I too enjoy working with you and find you extremely efficient and professional. However, you are also a very beautiful woman and very sexy I might add. I’m glad that you are excited.” By now Vince was rubbing his fingers hard up and down on her sex. He could definitely tell that her breathing was changing.

Sara suggested that maybe they should take the pizza to go to one of their houses to eat. Just about then the waitress came to the table carrying a large pizza. Vince removed his hand from between Sara’s legs when he saw the waitress coming. “How about we eat the pizza here and if you don’t mind I will keep my hand between your legs making you feel really good. Then after we are done we can go where ever you would like. If we go to my place I could make us some tumbleweeds, a really smooth after dinner drink made with Khalua, crème de cocoa and ice cream mixed in a blender for a real creamy consistency.” His eyes locked with hers as he smiled, “and we can take this as far as you would like to go tonight.”

 

[FriskyForest]

Vincent said that he’d like to stay at the restaurant to finish their pizza and then afterward, they could do something else. He said he’d keep his hand where it is, between her legs, while they dine. She wondered how she could concentrate on enjoying her pizza while feeling orgasmic at the same time. She liked how he said that she was efficient at her job, but she also liked that he was glad she was excited.

“That tumbleweeds drink sounds great. I’d like that,” she said. Sara wondered if she should put her hand between his legs. She had already put the subject of sex out in the open, but would touching him that way be too bold? Well, she had their entire dinner to figure it out.

Sara watched as Vincent took a bite of pizza, his tongue gathering the hot cheese into his mouth. She wondered how that tongue would feel against her clitoris. Sara took a bite of pizza, too. The cheese, still steaming hot from the oven, was dripping here and there, while she also gathered it with her tongue. A piece of cheese fell on her cleavage, between her breasts. With her index finger, she slowly slid the cheese up off of her chest and into her mouth, sucking her finger and then licking the tip of it. She looked at Vince and winked.

“I’m such a tease, Vincent. Aren’t I?” she grinned.

 

[TomOPKs]

“Oh you will love a tumbleweed. They are so smooth. You can’t taste the alcohol at all so it is easy to drink several and then wham it hits you and you are tipsy.” With her legs now parted sufficiently Vince was able to have better access for his fingers to rub up and down on her slit covered by only two thin layers of fabric. He could feel the heat emanating from between her legs and knew that she was enjoying his actions by the way she squirmed on the seat.

They started to eat the pizza with the hot cheese dripping everywhere. Vince used his tongue to gather in the cheese dripping from his slice and Sara did like wise. Never had a dinner been so sexually charged. Vince watched as a big glob of cheese dripped off of and landed on her cleavage. She took her finger and wiped the cheese off of her chest then slid her finger into her mouth sucking the cheese off. That is when she winked at him and said, “I’m such a tease, aren’t I?”

Vince had watched the highly erotic show wishing that he had been able to lick the cheese from her bare flesh. “Yes you are definitely a tease. But I find that very sexy. I hope you are enjoying your pizza. I know that I am.” He took another bite and a long string of cheese dangled from his lips. “The cheese on this pizza is so stringy.” He took his fingers and pinched the long string of cheese hanging from his mouth and lifted it up and slowly lowered it into his open mouth. “Hmmm I know you aren’t suppose to play with your food but with this pizza it is so hard not too. I hope that you aren’t opposed to playing with your food.” He didn’t know if she would understand that when he mentioned playing with food that he wasn’t just talking about pizza.

Finally they were finished with their dinner and Vince had paid the waitress and it was time for them to leave. As he lifted his hand from between her legs his eyes locked onto hers and with a smile he said, “Sara if your panties got soaked during dinner if it would be more comfortable for you you could go to the ladies room and take them off.” It was a simple statement but one that he would be very interested in her response.

 

[FriskyForest]

"Well, I don't want to get too drunk, but I will try a small amount because a tumbleweed does sound good. I do have to warn you that when I'm tipsy, I get very silly, and I'll also be totally under your spell and control.” She got quiet for a moment, allowing him to think about what she just said. ‘Now how in the world am I supposed to get through dinner with your hand down there?"

She started fantasizing about Vince on top of her, licking her breasts. The thought that they might end up in that position later tonight made her even more excited. But would that be ok? Would this make him not want to be with her after tonight? She definitely wanted to “do” him tonight, that she was sure of, but she also respected him as her boss. She hoped he could discern between work and extracurricular activities. Sara hoped that Vincent could still consider her efficient and professional at work after their night tonight.

Vincent mentioned playing with food. As a matter of fact, he mentioned playing with food twice during their dinner. “You keep talking like that, and I’ll show you how I play with things that I like to eat,” she winked, and then looked at the bulge in his pants. “Not bad,” she remarked, “I think I’ll drive you a little crazy by not touching you,” she grinned, “It serves you right, Buster.” She felt him press her hot area and she took in a breath and closed her eyes.

As Vince paid for dinner, Sara said, “Oh Vince, thank you for treating me to pizza. I expected to pay for myself. You are a rare and true gentleman.” She reached up, kissed his cheek, and gave him a little smack on the ass.

Knowing the effect he had on her, he said that her panties might be sopping wet and then posed the solution of having her run to the ladies room to take them off. “Now that would be a good idea. It’s a little…uncomfortable down there…of course the challenge is for me to come right back out of the bathroom without taking care of things. Know what I mean?” She grabbed his arm playfully, and went to the ladies room. She peeled off her panties and put them in her purse. She enjoyed the feel of her naked thighs, her hips, her waist, and her wet heat against her Capris. She left the ladies room to join Vince.

“Ready to go?” she asked.

 

[TomOPKs]

“Hmmm now that sounds interesting. Just how many tumbleweeds do you think that you would have to drink to get to the tipsy stage that you would be totally under my control. That could be a very interesting thing, don’t you think?” By the way things were progressing Vince had a good idea that the two of them would end up in bed together. His only concern was that becoming lovers wouldn’t hurt their work relationship. If it did that would have been the biggest mistake of his life.

Sara picked up on his comments about playing with food and came back with a comment about showing him how she liked to play with tings that she liked to eat and a sexy wink. Vince smiled thinking that that could be interpreted several different ways. When she saw the bulge in his pants she said, “not bad. I think that I will drive you crazy by not touching you.” He hadn’t paid much attention that she hadn’t touched him so far but after she said that it did drive him crazy that she didn’t.

Sara admitted that her panties were a bit wet and agreed to go to the ladies room to take them off but said that the challenge would be to come right back out and not stop to take time to take care of business. Vince leaned in and whispered in her ear, “I’ll give you just enough time to get your panties off and you back out here. If you decide that you need to take care of things then when you do get out here you will find me gone. So I advise you to act accordingly."
She came out of the ladies room and said, “ready to go?” Vince put his arm around her waist and he pulled her next to him and he said, “I’m ready if you are.” As they got out to his car he slid his hand down to her ass and gave her ass cheeks a playful squeeze. Then he opened the door for her and she slid into the seat. It was a short drive back to his place and during the drive he kept his hand high up on her thigh.

Vince had a nice medium sized house out in the suburbs. When they got there he pressed the button for the garage door opener and he pulled into the garage. Once he was in he pressed the button again and the door closed leaving them in complete privacy. Before he got out of the car he turned to her with a smirk and said, “do I detect a wet spot on your Capris my dear?”

 

[FriskyForest]

“How many tumbleweeds, indeed. Well, since I’ve never had one, I’ll have to figure it out when you make them for me now, won’t I?” She wondered how many drinks it’d take for her to get tipsy. To be honest, and she was embarrassed to admit it just then, two was her limit. Two of anything made her hopelessly tipsy and silly.

“When you said, ‘…under my control…’ well, for some reason, I got a little excited. Heck, I’ve been aroused and hot since we got the menu!”

Oh they were definitely ending up in his bed tonight, she thought. Sara just didn’t want to rush it, though, because of their work relationship. She didn’t want to get to his house and ask him where his bed was. That kind of behavior was out of the question.

She’d let him fix her a drink, and then they’d take it from there. Sara figured that he had work on his mind, too. But they were both adults and she didn’t think they’d do anything to jeopardize their work relationship.

“I’m glad that I came out here so quickly and didn’t, um, relieve myself in there. I’d hate to come back to an empty lobby area and have to walk back to work to get my car. Just so you know, there is no way I’d miss having you take care of me.” She stood against him, her chin on his chest, and smiled.

They got into his car, on the way back to his house, she was feeling great. Great, because she was eager for a romantic evening that could possibly last into the next day. Great, because tonight just happened to be Friday night and they had the whole weekend together – if he so desired.

Vincent drove into his garage and closed the door with a remote control. As he got out he looked at her with a bit of a grin and asked if there was a wet spot on her Capris.

“I think so,” she said, “But I’m not sure. You see, you’ll have to find out for me. After all, you’ve been a CIA agent for a long time. I don’t have as much investigative experience as you. I’m just a writer.” She grinned and then followed him into his house.

“This is very nice,” she said, “I do like your house…so…do my Capris have a wet spot? After you tell me, I want to try that drink you told me about.”

 

[TomOPKs]

Once in the house Vince stopped in the kitchen and put his arms around her. Leaning in his lips met hers in a gentle kiss with a hint of a deeper passion. As he held her tight against him with one arm the other slipped down between their bodies and his fingers moved down from the waist band of her capris in the front to between her legs. He could feel her spread her legs slightly to allow him the access that he needed to find out if she did indeed have a wet spot on her pants.

Just as he discovered that the crotch of her pants were indeed a bit damp his tongue slid out of his mouth and swept across her full moist lips. He broke from the kiss and whispered in her ear, “Sara, your pants are wet. Here shortly I’m going to want to pull your pants down and get a taste of your sweet nectar but for now I think that I will make us some drinks and let you look around and make your self comfortable."

Vince gave her a quick verbal tour of his house. The master bedroom and bath were on the first floor as well as the living room a hall bath and a room that was made up like an office. There were stairs that led up to a loft style bedroom and bath. This was the room that he called his play room. “Feel free to wonder around and give yourself a tour I have nothing to hide. I am going to get started with our after dinner drinks.” He knew that if she liked to snoop when she got up to the “play room” she would find all sorts of adult sex toys in a drawer beside the bed including vibrators, butt plugs, cuffs and all sorts of other paraphernalia.

He was hoping that if she did go into his bedroom and looked in his closet that she might find the stack of t-shirts on the shelf. Since he had told her to make herself comfortable maybe she would think about changing into one of his t-shirts. One of his t-shirts would be large enough on her to come down and cover her completely. Vince got out the makings for the tumbleweeds and the blender. In short order he had two large glasses filled with the smooth intoxicating drink. While he had been making the drinks Sara had wondered out of the kitchen out of sight.

Carrying the two drinks he walked into the living room and called out, “come out come out where ever you are. I have your drink for you.” Vince stood there waiting to see where she would come from.

 

[FriskyForest]

When Vince kissed her, she could practically hear the heartbeat from between her legs. It was heavy and hot down there. He's a very good investigator, she thought, as she spread her legs a little while he moved his hand to the front, and under, her pants. Boy, she did get "investigated," and just wanted more. He said that he wanted to take her pants down, and…oh, she wanted to forego the drinks and her little tour so he could take all of her clothes off and have her right there on the kitchen floor.

Vince told her to wander around as he had nothing to hide. So, she went from room to room, enjoying learning more about Vince as he made their drinks. Sara walked upstairs to his loft, and realized what he meant by his "playroom." She saw some very interesting things. Toys. She knew right away what they were.

“Either these are from an undercover investigation, or my new friend is a bit kinky,” she mused out loud, then quickly glanced over the little balcony to see if he was there and heard her. The coast was clear and she meandered about, looking at the toys. She saw vibrators, cuffs, and a bunch of other things that delighted her imagination. He wanted me to find this wonderful place, she thought. I wonder what he’s going to do to me, she thought. She giggled a little with anticipation, while her clitoral region became intensely hot. She needed something there, something to soothe the heat, the throbbing. She imagined herself lying on his sofa in the living room, her head in his lap, while he worked his fingers under her clothes.

She wondered if the drinks were ready when she turned and saw a shelf of tee shirts. They were soft to the touch, and they looked big. Should I? She wondered. Well, he did say to look around and make myself comfortable. She took off her shirt and her pants. She hesitated with her bra because she really wanted to feel him take it off for her. But as she looked over the other toys in the room, she felt that he was a guy who likes to get down to business, so she took off her bra, too. She lifted the shirt over her head and let it fall on her body. Coming a little below her thighs, it was black, her favorite color when she wanted to feel sexy.

She heard Vince call, “Come out, come out wherever you are!”

Looking down at him from the loft's balcony, Sara called back, “I hope you don’t mind. I put on one of your shirts. To make it comfy, I, uh, had to take off my other clothes...I hope you don’t mind.”

 

[TomOPKs]

Vince heard her voice and looked up to see her standing at the rail where the loft overlooked the downstairs. She was dressed now in one of his black t-shirts and apparently not a whole lot more. “Of course I don’t mind. I told you to make your self comfortable and I’m glad that you did. Why don’t you come down here and you can taste my exquisite after dinner drink. I think that you will like it. It goes down real smooth."

He walked to the bottom of the stairs holding the two drinks and he watched as she came down. It was clear from the way her tits jiggled as she came down the stairs that she wasn’t wearing a bra and he guessed that she was still without panties figuring that she wouldn’t have put them back on after taking them off at the restaurant. As he handed the drink to her with his eyes glued to her glued to her tits bouncing gently as she walked he said, “Hmm my you do look comfortable. I never thought one of my t-shirts could look so sexy. That is why they are called t-shirts. It fits you to a T. Won’t you join me in the living room?” As they sat down on the sofa next to each other he wondered just how much she would try to keep the shirt pulled down on her thighs or whether she would just let it ride up. “I particularly like the way your nipples are trying to poke through the fabric. That is such a sexy look.” Vince held his glass out to hers, “here’s to the start of a special friendship. May you never leave this place without being completely satisfied. To you my dear.” He clinked his glass against hers and took a sip of the wonderfully smooth concoction.

 

[FriskyForest]

Sara walked downstairs and followed Vincent to his living room. He kept watching her breasts softly bounce beneath the shirt. “I take it you’re a breast man. That’s good news for me!” she chuckled.

She took the drink from his hand and sat on the sofa with him. He’d made a toast to the start of their “special friendship,” and concluded the toast with hoping she’d never leave not completely satisfied.

Sara looked at him thoughtfully. “Special friendship? Not leave here completely satisfied?” She looked him up and down and focused on his eyes. “Sir, what are you planning to do with me tonight?” she asked with a sly smile. She took a sip, nodded her head in agreement with the drink’s taste, and took a stronger drink. “Wow, you’re right, this is one smooth drink. Very yummy!” She drank some more and soon had a familiar feeling – a feeling she got whenever she had alcohol. It became very hot within her slit.

“Wow! Boy, this is good.” She put her hand on his thigh and moved her hand along his thigh, feeling the hot, hard bulge beneath his pants. She playfully rubbed him and then took her hand away. She drank more and put her glass down.

“That is pretty strong. Soon, I’ll be yours. Totally and completely.” She took his face in her hand and kissed his lips. She darted her tongue inside his mouth. Just to tease him even more, she pulled away from him, sighed, and said, “This is no way for two employees of the CIA to act. Don’t you agree? I’m sitting here, naked underneath your tee shirt, and look at me. I don’t even care that the shirt rode up my thighs and you can see the beginnings of my nethermost regions.” She laughed, starting to feel a little tipsy. She wasn’t even finished with her first drink. She reached for her glass and “downed it” in one swig. She breathed out and put the glass on his coffee table.

“Vin Darling, we all have fears. I need your support and help with mine. I need you to help me overcome my fear of having sex with a member of the CIA. Speaking of member,” she said and she again playfully put her hand on his cock and rubbed gently. “I’m really sorry for being a bit silly. I can’t help it. That drink is making me … I don’t know what it’s making me…” she leaned over and kissed the fabric covering his penis.

“Ok, Dear Vin. What will you do to me? Do you want to have another drink? Do you want to sit and talk? Watch a movie? I don’t wanna push you into anything.”

 

[TomOPKs]

It was very obvious that it didn’t take too much alcohol to get her tipsy. Vince was afraid that one more glass would be too much for her. “I think one of these is enough for you young lady. I don’t want you to loose all control. Now you did ask me what I was planning on doing with you tonight. I can tell you that the first thing I am going to do is get you naked.” With that he reached around behind her and pulled the bottom of the t-shirt out from under her bottom then pulled it up and over her head.

It only took a moment and there she was sitting on the sofa naked. Vince very much liked what he saw. Sara was very well endowed and her nipples were visibly erect. Her tan lines showed that she was accustom to wearing very skimpy bathing suits. He leaned in and cupped one of her breasts in his hand and rolled the hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Now what ever else I am going to do with you depends a lot on you. I have a feeling that when you were upstairs in my play room you discovered my collection of toys. Did you see anything in particular that you found interesting?”

Vince then lowered his lips to hers and kissed her passionately as she had done moments ago. Their tongues played together darting in and out of each other’s mouth. The hand that was cupping her breast slipped down her front and his fingers found their way between her legs. She had already had her hand on his member and he had been playing with her, rubbing her slit all through dinner so now it was only right that he slid his fingers between her lips into her pussy that was already dripping wet. Vince broke from their kiss and moved to her neck licking and kissing her on the ear lobe. “Mmmm baby you are so wet. How I look forward to tasting your sweet nectar. Would you like to go back upstairs and play?”