SATIN & SPICE
Published by Lyn Wright at Smashwords
Copyright 2011 Lyn Wright
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Leigh sat staring at the blinking cursor on her new laptop. She had completed all the spreadsheets and comparison graphs but the report with her recommendations still needed to be written. She had been trying to write it for over an hour but her mind kept drifting to the past. Back to her past and why she had had to leave everything she had ever known and loved.
She had not made any close friends since her abrupt move from Washington State three years ago. She had told no one the real reason for her request to head up the accounting department at the very troubled California hub. When asked she usually said it was to be closer to her daughter and oldest sister; which was true but not the whole truth. Not even her daughter Natalia, or her son Derik, knew what was really behind her sudden move.
When had the mess that prompted her decision really started? It seemed a lifetime ago instead of five short years. It had taken almost two years for her to realize that any kind of abuse was never okay and that it would more than likely just get worse.
At first, she had made excuses for his treatment of her. It was the pressure of the job; the constant ass kissing he did; his constant struggle to keep up the appearance of confident city councilman and business owner. He had been there when Derik’s father had beaten the crap out of her; had helped her find an apartment and loaned her a car. Since he had essentially helped her disappear from her husband’s radar, he felt he had the right to use her as verbal punching bag. In his mind, she owed him.
At first he was only abusive when he drank the occasional Crown Royal straight up, but gradually the attacks increased in frequency, as did his drinking. Oh, he always apologized when he calmed down but he was blind to the damage he caused. She took it all because he had protected from her a vicious ex-husband. In the end she had traded one bad relationship for another.
With a sigh Leigh shook herself from her reverie and focused her attention on the report she was supposed to be writing. Dwelling on the past was pointless; she needed to stay focused on the present and her future.
After two hours of concentrated effort the report was completed, and along with the spreadsheets and graphs, it had been emailed to Ben in the Seattle office. Ben’s surprise at her request for the transfer turned to pleasure when he realized she was the best person to take the lead in the Valencia office. He had trained her and then encouraged her get the degree in Accounting after the failure of her marriage.
Ben had always believed in her abilities; tried to bolster her self-esteem when depression caused her to overeat and gain weight. Ben, along with his wife, invited her join their church and then asked her to be the leader for the children’s choir. For a short time life had been really good. Except for the reoccurring nightmare that left her feeling terrified.
She could still hear the childhood taunt echoing in her mind. ‘Klink, klank, klunk your father is a dirty old drunk, better watch out or he’ll lock you in a trunk!’ She still remembered the shame her alcoholic father caused with his drunk driving, threats, physical abuse and of course the numerous accidents. Remembered the number of landscaped yards he had torn up with his pick-up truck and the mounting costs that caused vicious verbal fights between her parents. They moved again to a larger house this time and her mother had hoped the new neighborhood would be a new start for all of them. Leigh’s nightmares started a short time after her fathers’ accident at work which left him disabled and even more abusive.
Enough of this crap. It’s in the past. Leave it there. She mentally admonished herself as she swung around to file a hard copy of the reports she had just sent to Ben.
“Morning,” came a sexy male voice from behind her.
Turning around, she smiled up at the tall slender head mechanic. “Good morning, Richard,” she replied as she held out her hand for the stack of papers he was holding.
“Is everything ok? You look a little upset.”
“Not really. I came in early to do some reports for the main office. I just hate to recommend changes that may cause someone to lose their job.”
“I knew it. You finally found out about my naps in the parking structure,” he said with a sad shake of his head. “So how long before I get the ax?”
“Very funny, Richard, and you know you’re not the one who’s been seen napping.” She hesitated then added, “There could be less cart repair in your future. One of the suggestions I’ve made is to not replace any more of the old three wheelers.”
“Why not? Is there going to be a significant lay-off?”
“Ah, no, more of a restructuring of the current employees and the possible elimination of duplicate or over lapping positions.”
He laughed, “And that’s just a fancy way to say the deadbeats better watch their asses.”
“Yeah, kinda sorta. It’s unfortunate, but the economy sucks and many of the contracts we have relied on have eliminated the operating costs and discounts. That means little or no cost of living raises; no new hires and any increases in medical insurance will be passed on to the employees.”
He smiled softly and said, “I’m sorry this distresses you so much. You should take a break and come have a cup of coffee with me.” At the surprised look she gave him, he added, “Please, I’ll even tell the latest juicy guy gossip.”
“Really? Really, really juicy or just sorta juicy?” Leigh asked with a laugh of her own. He could always lighten her mood and make her job a little less stressful.
****
She awoke to a sun filled bedroom. What the hell? I slept through all three alarms? No way! She stretched to reach for the cell phone she always put on the nightstand before going to bed each night. Well crap! Where the hell is it?
It was then she realized she was not alone. Carefully rolling over she peered at the man who was sharing her bed. She closed her eyes wishing she could just disappear. Of all the people she could wake up lying next to, he was definitely not the one she would choose. It wasn’t that he didn’t push all her buttons; make her laugh; make her forget she was overweight and pushing fifty-six. He was smart, attractive and the sexiest single man she knew. He was well liked and respected and was way out of her league.
They had walked down to the street fair last night and then had drinks and nachos, and more drinks; way too many drinks. They had met for drinks after work several times over the last year. The last time he had walked her back to her car, he had kissed her for the first time. He held her close and told her he hadn’t wanted to send her home alone. She figured it was just a line but the kiss had been laced with desire, regret and a promise of more. She now knew what ‘more’ was all about.
She flushed as she remembered the previous night’s activities. The feel of his mouth on her body; the number of times he had driven her to the brink, backed off and started again till she literally screamed out her release. Multiple times! Finally, they had fallen into an exhausted sleep.
She glanced over at him again and noticed the small smile on his handsome face. The smile enlarged as his hand slid across her mid-drift and tugged her closer. He snuggled her neck, then nibbled on her ear.
“You taste good. Feel good too.” He said quietly as his hand caressed her left breast. Using his teeth, he uncovered her right breast and swirled his tongue around the tight bud. His leg moved over hers and she felt his stiffening member press against her hip.
Oh God! How can he want me again! Doesn’t he see how awful I look! Oh dear lord, he’s a chubby chaser!
All thoughts stopped as he continued to fondle her. And of its own accord her hand caressed his erection, as his lips found hers in a searing good morning kiss.
“Morning meja,” he sighed holding her tightly to him. “Do you always look this beautiful after having so little sleep?” His warm brown eyes smiled into her green ones, as he kissed the end of her nose.
“I think you need your glasses,” she laughed. “Beautiful, I’m not.”
“Wrong,” he said with a shake of his head. “I only need them for distance, remember? I see close up just fine. And what I see, is a very sexy woman I want to make love to again and again. However, I’m in need of some water and the bathroom. I’m just having a hard time letting go of your luscious body. Promise you’ll wait right here for me.”
Unable to speak, she nodded her head and watched him slip out of bed. His tan slender body well muscled but sleek and she recalled, oh so cute in black bikini briefs. She remembered the feel of his skin under her hands and the taste of him as he let her explore his body. She also remembered the iron control he exercised as he had made love to her; only entering her after he had brought her close to climaxing several times. He had thoroughly enjoyed tormenting her with hands, tongue, and teeth. She could still picture the light in his eyes as he chuckled at her writhing body begging for release.
She heard him flush the toilet and then water running into the sink. Laying there with her eyes closed, she wondered how to encourage him to leave. She was embarrassed to have drunk so much that she had lost all control. Aware that he did not date co-workers was making the morning after miserable for her. Guys talked and she did not want to be the new hot topic.
“I brought a bottle of water for you,” he said as he sat on the edge of her double bed. “What’s wrong, meja? You’re frowning.”
Opening tear filled eyes, her heart flipped at the site of his lightly furred chest and the desire in his eyes. She was in danger of falling hard for this gentle young man. But a relationship between them was impossible. Last night had been incredible, but a huge mistake. She valued his friendship and now was afraid of losing one of the few friends she was truly comfortable with.
“Thanks for the water.” Taking a long pull from the sport bottle top, she tried to organize her thoughts. Setting the bottle on the nightstand, she couldn’t resist running her hand down his chest to rest lightly on his thigh.
He picked up her hand, kissing her knuckles and watching her face. His moustache tickled and sent shivers up her arm. Rolling her hand over, he kissed his way up to her elbow and back down to her wrist; where he circled her pulse with his tongue. Desire flashed through her; that’s all it took to breakdown her resistance.
“I love how responsive you are. It excites me to be able to give you such pleasure.”
Before she could say anything, his cell phone rang. Groaning he reached across the bed to check the caller ID. “It’s Patti,” he said as he sat up with his hand resting on her belly. “What’s up, girl?” He stroked her arm as he listened to his daughter. “Ok, tell your mother I’ll be there as soon as I can. I need time to wake up and shower first.” He shrugged and gave her a crooked smile. “Yeah, I was up late last night. I’ll see you in a little while.” Sighing, he disconnected and turned to her with disappointment in his eyes. “Paul’s had another episode and is asking for me. I’m so sorry I have to leave. Do you mind if I take a quick shower? Or maybe a long shower if you care to join me?” He had a wicked smile on his face as he stood next to the bed looking at her.
“Go shower so you can get out of here. Your son needs you, and I don’t think you’ll want to explain why it took so long to get to the hospital.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right. Unfortunately, I seem to be having a hard time keeping my hands off you.” At her skeptical look, he said, “Don’t ever doubt that the last thing I want to do right now is leave.”
With a sigh of relief, she threw back the covers and looked for her sweats. A glance at the bedside clock showed it was just after eight o’clock in the morning.
While he showered, she made the bed, picked up discarded clothes, and heated water for her morning tea. She wanted to believe he cared for her in some small measure, but knew it just wasn’t possible. He was eight years her junior, extremely talented and had a very bright future ahead of him. The last thing he needed in his life was a fat old broad like her.
“Earth to Leigh? Where have you gone?”
She jumped as he spoke. She hadn’t heard him come out of the bathroom. Turning, she smiled at him and asked brightly, “Are you ready to leave? I’ll walk out with you. I heard the ankle biters in the yard.”
Pulling her into his arms, he said against her hair, “I really don’t want to leave. I know I was too buzzed to drive home last night, so thank you for encouraging me stay. I know seduction was not what you had in mind or even expected, but I wouldn’t change anything except having to leave right now.”
“It’s ok; I understand that your son needs you.”
“Don’t you need me too?”
“Need you, no. Want you, oh yes, very much. But you have obligations that I don’t. I’ve been there, so I understand your kids needing you right now. What I want is not important.”
“How about I call you later, and we can discuss our wants and what is important more thoroughly.”
“Sure,” she replied not really expecting he’d call.
As she closed the gate behind them, he enveloped her in a hug and kissed the top of her head. He stepped back releasing her then leaned forward to kiss her passionately one more time.
“I’ll talk to you later.”
“Drive safe, Richard.”
As she watched him drive away, she began to think about all the times she had fantasized him tied to her four poster bed, at her mercy while she tortured him with pleasure. If last night was any indication maybe she should plan for her favorite fantasy to really happen.
****
He awoke slowly, his mind still fuzzy from too much beer and too little sleep. He smiled as remembered the night and early morning hours of incredible sex with Leigh. As he started to stretch, he realized that he couldn’t move his legs and that his hands were tied above his head. He opened his eyes to stare at the silken cords binding him and smiled. He vaguely remembered Leigh talking about a fantasy she had dreamed about. Movement from the bathroom caught his attention and he watched as she stepped into the bedroom wearing a red satin and black lace corset; black lace stockings were held in place by red satin garters. As his gaze skimmed her body, he realized that she wore no panties and his cock stirred to life in anticipation.
He became aware of the soft sounds of the CD he had made for her. The all Spanish version of the love songs was a sensual back ground to the sight she presented him.
“Playtime,” she said softly as she kneeled next to him on the bed. Reaching into the nightstand she brought out a basket with sex toys, and selected a pale pink G-spot vibrator.
He watched as she turned it on to a low setting and stroked it across her plump breasts, down her ribcage to her barely concealed pussy. He saw her back arch in pleasure as she teased her clit with the tip of the sex toy.
His eyes widened in surprise as she moved the now damp vibrator up the inside of one thigh to his now ridged cock. The pulsing sensations from the toy made his abdomen and the head of his penis tingle. He shivered as she ran the toy up his ribcage, across a flat male nipple to his collar bone. He watched the slow sexy smile light her beautiful face as she teased them both. She leaned in to suck on his bottom lip then slipped her tongue into his mouth for a passionate duel. She continued her assault by kissing her way back down his writhing body, dragging the vibrator down the damp path of her kisses. He sucked in a breath as she paused to swirl her tongue around his navel before continuing her journey south to his balls.
As she sucked on him, he begged, “Untie me, please. I want to touch you.”
“Huah, not quite yet,” was the mumbled reply.
“Please, you’re torturing me!”
“Yeah, I know. It’s just a little pay back for what you’ve done to me and you’re fulfilling my favorite fantasy. I promise you’ll love what comes next.”
She ran her tongue up the underside of his cock to its tip, where she sucked it gently before sliding him into her mouth. He sighed with pleasure at the feel of her hot moist mouth, then groaned his displeasure as she left him hot and hard. She reached into the basket again and pulled out a bright red candy condom. With a wicked smile on her glowing face, she slowly rolled it down his swollen shaft and then settled her mouth on him once more.
As she stroked and sucked his dick, she hummed low in her throat which excited him even more.
“You’re going to make me come if keep that up much longer,” he gasped.
“Well, we can’t have that happen yet,” she replied as she removed her mouth from him. “Let’s try something else.”
She untied his ankles and straddled his hips. She settled her sopping pussy on his shaft and started to rock back and forth. Using the tip of the vibrator once more, she stroked both her clit and the tip of his penis.
“I going to come,” she cried as she released his hands. “Come with me baby.”
He grasped her hips and plunged into her pussy bringing them both to a shattering climax.
She collapsed onto him he could feel her heart pounding as he held her tightly against his chest.
“That was amazing, meja. You can use me to fulfill your wildest fantasies any time you wish.” He kissed her forehead and rolled them both onto their side. “Will you grant me my most cherished desire, love?”
“Anything you want is yours,” she mumbled sleepily into his chest.
“Anything?” He said as he thought of asking her to marry him.
She rolled to her side and reached for a warm cloth to clean him up.
He smiled at her, “you use to always clean off my cock then kiss it. I didn’t realize how much I’ve missed you doing that.”
“Well, lately you don’t have time to just be with me. That’s not a complaint, it’s just we are both so damn busy now,” she said.
“I’m sorry we’ve had so little time the last few months. But this surprise has been more than worth it.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she laughed as she rolled off the bed. “I need a shower.”
“Want some help,” he called as she stepped into the bathroom.
“I don’t think so, I can manage just fine thank you.”
He lay in the rumpled bed for a few minutes more, then headed for the shower to join her. She squeaked her surprise as his soapy hands encircled her breasts. He pulled her back against his body; his erection caressed the crack of her ass and she wiggled against him. Nuzzling her neck, he slid a hand down her body and plunged a finger into her hot folds. He continued his sensual assault until she was writhing in his arms and begging for her release. Lifting her up and spreading her thighs, he impaled her from behind while still stroking her clit. She screamed as she climaxed and sagged against the shower wall. He rinsed the soap from their bodies and carried her into the bedroom to make love to her again.
****
A smile played on her lips as she listened to him shut off the shower. He stepped from the bathroom and padded across the room to where she sat on the bed. She noticed the towel twisted around his lean hips did nothing to hide the swell of his still half hard cock.
“Time for a little more pay back,” he whispered in her ear. Placing soft kisses on her neck, he encircled her wrists in one hand and removed a silk tie from the nightstand. Looping the end around her wrists he secured them above her head in the center of the headboard.
“Your skin is so soft, so beautifully responsive to my touch,” he murmured, nuzzling her bared breast and its taut nipple. As his mouth moved down her writhing body, teasing her with tongue and teeth he whispered, “You taste delicious. I want to eat you and make you scream out your pleasure. Tell me if this pleases you, meja?” He kissed his way back up her body and smiled as she whimpered her need for completion.
His tongue left a fiery path up to the sensitive spot just behind her ear.
“Please,” she begged as he continued his tender assault on her flesh.
“Please what, meja? Tell me what you need.”
“You, I need you.”
“Do you need me enough to marry me, bebe?”
Leigh froze at question. Oh God what should she do. This was so unfair. She loved him but he is so much younger. Could this really work? Her thoughts tumbled over each other leaving her not only confused and uncertain but still horney as hell.
“Leigh, do you know how much I love and need you?
“Richard are you sure this is what you want? Marriage to an older woman?”
“I love you and I don’t care about any age difference. Say you’ll marry me. I promise you’ll never have any regrets.”
“If you’re that sure, then yes I’ll marry you.”
With her answer he lowered his head and feasted on her hungry pussy.
The End
About the author:
Lyn, A Washington State native currently living in California is a former competitive roller skater and loves photography and card making. She writes contemporary romance with her sister under the name of Marlyn Collins. She is a member of the Utah Romance Writers of America. She hopes you will enjoy reading her stories.
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