Entangled [closed for ezwriter]

[ezwriter]

I finished my sip, felt the flavors meld and permute on my tongue and let her words hang in the air for a few moments.

Setting my glass down, "I'm not sure I heard correctly... 'red satin push-up... thigh-highs and...? I was thinking thong... matching if you had it... yes? no?"

My guests faced flushed and I don't think it was the wine.

 

[impatient]

“I’m not wearing a thong….I’m not wearing.... any panties.”

 

[ezwriter]

"Kendall Moore..." I composed aloud, "the modest married book clerk was full of surprises. Officious, professional in every way, yet when charged with organizing a book signing for a leading local author, this charming young woman felt proper attire for the event did not include panties of any sort whatsoever..."

I took a generous sip of wine and rose, gazing at the spot on the persian rug that my guest was staring at just now.

"I don't believe you."

"Show me."

 

[impatient]

His words stung as he stood and berated me for my lack of attire. Although, I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his pants as he spoke the words. He was hard, no denying it.

And the look in his eyes was like the look of a lion, stalking his prey.

I stand, shaking a little, and meet his gaze.

I take the end of my dress, and slowly pull it up, hesitating for a moment, before exposing my glistening naked sex. God, help me.

 

[ezwriter]

Kendall gripped the hem of her dress in her manicured hands and slid it slowly up her legs. Above the lacy tops of her thigh-high stockings to where her fair, toned legs converged at her bare crotch.

I caught her eye for a moment before she shyly glanced away.

"You're absolutely right, Kendall. I don't know you."

And then...in a cool, even tone I instructed her, "Keep going."

 

[impatient]

Keep going? As if what I just did wasn’t hard enough. Well, what did I think was going to happen here tonight? Just some casual conversation? I’m a grown woman, for God’s sake!

So, why did I feel like such a child? This was all so new to me… Standing here, lengths away from a total stranger, as he calmly told me to lift up my dress, and I responded with sweet compliance. What the hell was going on here? My head was spinning, as my mind was trying to grasp at what little dignity I had left, and sadly losing.

“Jackson…” I pleaded. His cool demeanor never wavered, an almost imperceptible smile on his lips.

There was no turning back. I slowly lifted up the rest of my dress, over my bra and heaving breasts, and up over my head, my hair lifting and lightly resting again on my bare back. I dropped the dress to the floor, and it took everything in me to look up into his sparkling emerald eyes.

 

[ezwriter]

Kendall's lovely firm body glistened in the soft glow of the lamps I'd lit. Her legs were shapely and toned, her belly and hips gracefully curved and her breasts displayed to magnificent effect by the push-up bra. Her hair cascaded over her bare shoulders and back. If anything the deep blushing embarrassment and slight tremor of nerves she was experiencing made her even more desireable. But we can't rush in to the climax in Chapter 2.

I looked at my guest as her face tried to find a suitable expression for the situation.

"Well okay," I lauded her with genuine appreciation. "I'm there, Kendall. You've got me. A great writer knows how to hook readers' attention and keep them hooked. Yours is a story I can't put down. So, tell me: Assistant manager... Book signing... married woman... author of erotica... no underpants... I want to know what you were thinking."

 

[impatient]

Eyes tilted down, staring at nothing, "I want..."

Meeting your gaze, "More."

"I have such fantasies...never actually thinking they could ever come true..."

"Then, you walked in and everything changed."

"The life I live....is wonderful, and I am extremely blessed."

"But, I need.....I want....."

My head drops. "Please, Jackson....help me."

 

[ezwriter]

"You want to feel yourself alive. And that only comes when you live through your body. When your mind follows where your heart... and your cunt or your dick take you. That's what my characters do. I was kidding before. I do know you, Kendall Moore. And I will introduce you to yourself."

I approached Kendall and brushed her cheek with my palm and looked into her eyes. In them a yearning, an emptiness, but a readiness to begin the journey.

"I don't think we need the brassiere anymore, do you? Let's have a look at those tits."

 

[impatient]

My head arches back, and I submit to the darkness as my eyes close, given permission to let go.

His hand brushes my cheek, my lips part and I start to pant, "Oh, God.."

My trembling fingers fumble with the clasps of my bra, unhook them and my inhibitions, as I take the straps down carefully, for his viewing pleasure, and let it fall to the floor.

Clarity.

"Please.." I whimper.

 

[ezwriter]

"Lovely. You're simply lovely, Kendall," I say. "Much too vital to lurk in the shadows of convention and compromise. Like all great journeys, what you're doing takes courage. But it also takes time. I can see you're anxious to begin. But don't be too anxious to finish okay?"

"Now dear, have another glass of wine... I want you to sit and read me another chapter... in all your loveliness."

I crossed back to the bar and returned to refill Kendall's glass. I poured myself some more and retired to the arm chair directly across from the couch. When she hesitated I gestured for her to sit and take up the book she'd started, what must to her have seemed so long ago, at the shop.

She sat and held the book out in front of her like someone reading at a bus stop, her back ramrod straight, her stockinged legs together. As she began Chapter 2, I interrupted and asked that she part her legs to afford me a better view of her sex. From my vantage points Kendall's pretty pink lips were full and glistening moistly. The feral scent of her arousal perfumed my parlor.

 

[impatient]

It was absolute torture. I almost had the full presence of mind to cross my arms, stomp my feet, and say, "Hmmmf!"

But, this was his game, his rules, and like an obedient child...I obeyed.

The wine was a welcomed site, as my earlier buzz was fading fast.

I spread my legs like a shameless little slut, hearing my sweet wet lips smack upon opening and continued his steamy sordid tale.

I finished the chapter, gazed at Jackson and his raging hard on, captivated.

 

[ezwriter]

Kendall was exquisite, mustering composure as best she could, summoning breath that was slipping away from her to read each passage. Her delicate lips dry, quenching herself with a sip of wine as she needed. As the scenes became explicit her hands trembled slightly as they gripped the book covers. And then she paused and peered across at me, her eyes meeting mine then trailing down to my lap, where my enjoyment of the sight and sound of her reading were quite evident.

"My hard on? I tell you, there's something about watching a beautiful lady read my words that excites me. I'm not ashamed to admit it. Now be a good girl and finish the chapter and we'll take it out. Deal?"

 

[impatient]

I don’t know what frightened me more, Jackson taking his dick out, or keeping it in.
He was certainly patient. But what was beneath his cool, calm exterior? The thought made me shudder. We were both walking a thin line; there was still a measure of decorum and constraint, an invisible barrier that kept me from becoming unhinged. But what happens when that barrier is smashed and strewn all over the floor?

I gazed down submissively at the pages and continued reading his erotic writings.

And there it was, the chapter finished…my part of the deal consummated.

 

[ezwriter]

"Well done," I said, when Kendall had come to the end of the chapter. She'd held it together through several explicit scenes, reading with a poise and eloquence that gave the filthy prose an even more enticing edge. There was something to this one, I thought.

I rose. Yes the bulge in my pants still very evident and invited her to join me at the center of the floor.

"Seems a shame with all the X rated imagery being shared that I should be the only one naked here. Undress me, Kendall."

She seemed eager to get started, fumbling with the buttons of my shirt. I reminded her to take her time. And requested that she kiss her way down as she went.

 

[impatient]

I absolutely loved when he told me what to do. My hands shook as I fumbled with the buttons. The closeness of him, feeling his breath on my face, the heat coming off of his beautiful body was intoxicating.

And as he requested, kisses softly given as I worked my way down his chest, to his toned abdomen, and a moment's pause as I arrived at his belt.

"On your knees." he growled. I melted.

I knelt in front of him, slowly undid his belt buckle, unzipped his trousers and dropped them down.

His dick, fat and hard, pulsing, sprang out and rubbed against my cheek.

I looked up into his fiery eyes, and kissed the tip of his crown as a bead of precum oozed out.

My tongue tasted his sweet seed, swirling around the head of his cock, before taking him inside my hot greedy mouth as I moaned in desire.

 

[ezwriter]

Again, so impetuous, so controlled by her desires. But she would learn.

I reached down and grabbed her slender jaw in my hand and squeezed, turning her face up to mine.

"I don't remember saying anything about sucking my dick, girl! I said kiss your way down. You stopped halfway down. Where's that efficiency and professionalism you so pride yourself on. If you want to troll around town looking for dicks to suck, I suggest you try the high school."

"Now, attend to your task. And if there's a blowjob in your future, trust me. I'll let you know."

 

[impatient]

His words slapped my face as he held my jaw to take each blow, knocking the desire right out of me. Stunned, I guess, would be the right word. Hmmm…not sure about this.

Is he comparing me to a troll? I mean, I know I’m not a supermodel, but for a 41 year old woman I take pretty good care of myself. I don’t know too many guys who would be complaining about an attractive woman, No-excuse me, naked attractive woman on her knees sucking on their dick.

And if there is one thing that makes my skin crawl, it’s being called “girl.” On that alone, I made my decision.

I stand up, put on my clothes, and look him straight in the eye.

“Take me back to Stormys.”

 

[ezwriter]

I picked up the phone and punched in the speed dial button as I watched Kendall slip her dress back over her head.

"Yes, I need a taxi to 39 Ridge Terrace. ...Ten minutes, thank you." I placed the phone back on the counter and redressed myself. What was it about this one, I wondered.

"Don't worry," I told Kendall, "The cab's on me. Tip too. I don't want you to have to endure me any more than you have to. ...But tonight, when you're lying in bed next to your husband, your finger will be at your clit and in your mind you'll be at my feet. And you'll always wonder why you shyed away from your desire just when you'd gotten so close. So go on, pack up your pride and indignant self-righteousness and go back to the suburbs Kendall. That's where you belong. You can see yourself out. Your cab will be downstairs soon."

I'd pulled my shirt back on over my arms and moved off to the bedroom, closing the door behind me.

 

[impatient]

“Bastard!” I whispered under my breath as he picked up the phone to call the cab.

Why did I come here? Why? I thought, as I closed my eyes, brows furrowed, with an exaggerated exhale. What was I thinking? What could I do? I can’t allow him to talk to me like that…

He finished chewing me out, and I watched him leave the room. There was that fire I knew was inside him. ‘Finger at my clit, and mind at his feet’ hit close to home. So what? I have my standards.

As I stood in the living room, I started to seethe. But then I pictured going back to my life.
How could I go back now? Am I just supposed to stifle it, swallow it down? I was so confused, but I refused to go back and beg him for another chance.

I started down the stairs, shoulders slumped, and had to walk past his car. Looking inside, I remembered the anticipation and excitement I felt sitting next to him on the way here. My pussy tingled….minds aren’t the only ones who have memories…I pictured him, his face, body..imagining him fucking me hard.

Hmmm…the cab isn't here yet. I lean back against his sleek shiny car, slip my fingers under my dress and into my hot aching snatch, still sopping wet.

In my last act of defiance, I plan to cum right here, and christen his windows with my hot sweet nectar.

“Oh, God…” I moan, rubbing my throbbing clit.

 

[ezwriter]

Her voice was what drew me to the window. And though I couldn't make out the words, the tone was not harsh. It was not her cursing me from the street below. I crossed to the window and peered through the blinds.

There she was by my car, her features lovely even in the harsh glare of the mercury street lights. If she'd looked up she might have seen me or the cell phone I was filming her on. But she seemed much too distracted just then to notice me.

 

[impatient]

His car was quiet, but another engine was purring, as I was lost in an erotic raw frenzy…

The hours of sexual tension had put me over the edge, the deep ache within me demanding compensation, the balance long past due. I stretched back over the hood, right leg bent, the heel of my Louboutins wedged in the grill, while my fingers caressed my soft, silky bare lips, teasing the inflamed rosy nub and pussy hole….my head twisting from side to side, listening to the sound of my hair, searing against the steel top as I was getting close…

My hips gyrated into my fingers, imagining it was his dick fucking me savagely. I screamed and convulsed, overcome with emotion while the orgasmic wave hit, my pussy involuntarily clenching my fingers as it began to subside. I could still taste his cum on my tongue, and brushed my wet sticky fingers against my lips, lapping up the delicious cocktail.

The shiny yellow cab motored down the street, and I sat up and straightened my dress, pulling it down. As I stumbled to my ride, my fingers carelessly palmed the side window and driver’s door handle with my sweet sugary convection. I looked up at his front window, slid into the back seat of the cab, and saw him, watching me. Our eyes locked, then the cab sped away into the black night.

 

[ezwriter]

The next morning I waited till after 10 when I knew Bill woul have the shop open and called.

We chatted for awhile about the signing and I thanked him and made a point of mentioning how gracious and efficient Kendall had been in running the whole evening. Then I asked if I hadn't by accident left a satchel of papers by the desk where I'd been signing. It's a draft of a new manuscript and I could always print them out again - it's just a work in progress in all...

Bill had a quick look and said yes, the satchel was there right where I'd left it.

"Great," I told him, "I've got a conference this call this morning, then I could -- no... huh... I guess I could stop by tomorrow..."

"Nonsense," Bill assured me. "You sold us 300 books last night. Let me have Kendall run it up to you when she gets in."

"Sure it's no trouble? Okay, that would be great. Thanks Bill. With luck, in another 8 months I'll be signing this one down at Stormy's.

 

[impatient]

I couldn’t get him off my mind. God, he was right. What a turn of events though. Yesterday, I had been getting ready for the book signing, without a care in the world…now look at me, what do I do with all this?

I’m going to start over, that’s what I’m going to do….it’s a new day; I have a wonderful family and a very fulfilling career. Stormys sold a bundle of books last night, thanks in part to all my hard work, and I’m sure Bill is going to lavish me with praises today. Last night was... I mean, last night... is over.

I finish getting ready for work, wearing a black pencil skirt above the knee, midnight blue satin blouse and black platform pumps. My hair is put up on the sides, with some simple classic jewelry, looking completely different than the vixen I was last night.

I stroll into work, say hello to the staff, and breeze by Bill’s office, in part to find out how his trip was, and also to see what he thought of the book signing.

“Hey Bill, how are you? Hope you had a good time! You’ll be pleased; we did very well last night,” I said.

"The trip was great Kendall, good to get away. But, I already know how well you did last night, Jackson called this morning.”

My knees almost gave out. “Oh, really?” I replied, feigning an easygoing smile. “And what did our illustrious author have to say?”

Bill gave me a puzzled look, as if he could read that there was more going on last night than just book sales. But being a gentleman, he ignored it and continued as though he saw nothing unusual.

“He only had the highest praises for you, Kendall. I knew I could count on you. Thank you for taking care of everything in my absence. He is a good friend of mine, and very successful, as you know.” he said, while shuffling some papers around on his desk.

“No problem, Bill. It was my...uh, pleasure,” I said, almost biting my tongue. I started to walk away when he stopped me.

“Oh, Kendall, I almost forgot. Jackson left a satchel of papers in the nook last night, here it is,” he said, holding it up. “Would you be a doll and run it over to him today? He offered to pick it up, but I didn’t want to put him out…he did sell us a lot of books last night,” he added, raising an eyebrow with a smirk, making it almost impossible to refuse him. “Take the rest of today off after that…. You deserve it!” he said winking.

“Th-thanks Bill, I’d be glad to do it,” I replied, trying not to grit my teeth as I took the satchel of papers from him.

Oh my God, Oh my God, what am I going to do?? I thought, while I gathered my stuff together. Kendall, you can do this! You’re a professional, he’s a professional…it’s not a big deal, I continued to self talk all the way to his house.

I knocked on the door, so nervous my hands were almost vibrating.

He opened the door and smiled, although I couldn’t read him.

“Hi Jackson. Bill asked me to stop by to return your papers…” I said, my eyes resembling a pin ball at the arcade, darting here, there, and everywhere. Everywhere, that is, except into his eyes.

 

[ezwriter]

I held out my hand. Kendall needed a moment to process the gesture.

"My satchel." She shifted the black leather case in her hands, then offered it to me from where she stood, more than an arm's length away. I stood in the threshhold of the door, my hand open, my silence challenging her to take the step needed to put the handle of the case in my palm.

"Come in," I told her.