Ann: A Love Story Ch. 74

Instead, I kept working, until moments later, when Claudia walked into the room. She was wearing the same slinky short silver dress that she'd been wearing the night before when I'd tucked her into bed. It was wrinkled from having slept in it all night, but it still looked sexy as hell on her.

Claudia's dirty blond hair was pulled up into a tight bun of sorts, showing off a long, slender neckline that I hadn't really noticed the night before. And she was wearing a pair of wire framed glasses that made her look not only elegant, but studious as well.

Claudia stepped through the door of the conference room in the sexy pair of silver heels that went with her dress, closing it behind her. Then she just stood still, staring at me for a brief moment, taking a deep breath.

"Good morning, Claudia," I said with ready grin. "How are you feeling this morning?"

She batted her eyes from behind her stylish lens, and smiled softly. Her voice was shaking, her southern accent unsteady as she said, "Good morning, Neil. I'm fine, thanks."

"You sure?"

"Yeah...a little bit of a headache, and my eyes hurt from sleeping with my contacts in. But I'll be okay."

"What brings you here," I said as I continued to work, taking my eyes off of her so she wouldn't feel self-conscious.

"Last night. I'd like to talk to you about what happened, if you don't mind."

"We don't have to, Claudia. It was..."

"Neil...do you find me attractive?" she asked out of the blue, cutting me off.

"What?" I replied, stunned by the question.

"Do you think I look...attractive?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"I just...need to know."

"Okay...the answer is yes. You are VERY attractive. But what does that have to do with last night?"

"I'll tell you, but first...are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious, Claudia. You're beautiful."

"Sexy beautiful...or just ordinary beautiful."

I chuckled and said, "Did you forget to take your vanity pill this morning, and now you need a fix?"

"I know this appears vain. But I'm willing to take that chance...I don't think I could make you feel any less of me than I did last night anyway. And this is important to me. So...how about it?"

I stopped what I was doing, and looked at Claudia, staring into her bright blue eyes. "I don't think less of you for anything, Claudia. I'm not sure what I did to give you that impression."

Then I let my eyes wash over her body, leering at it as I scanned her from head to toe. The naughty grin that appeared on my face was genuine; a natural reaction to a hot blooded male looking at a stunning woman that was dressed to kill.

Staring back into Claudia's eyes, I hissed, "And yes, you are without question...one hot woman."

Claudia let out a deep exhale as she lit up, her eyes flashing from behind her glasses. "Thank you, Neil. You don't know how much that means to me."

"Do you mind tell me why?" I asked.

"Not at all," she said as she pulled out a chair from the under the table and sat down, motioning me to do the same. I sat across from her, and she took another deep breath. "I'm sure by now that someone's told you that I get a little...horny when I drink. But I need to tell you...I've never come on to a guy like that before. At least, not since I've been married."

"It's okay, Claudia. I understand."

"I'm sure you do. But I need to explain anyway. I'm not sure why I did what I did...but I did it. Well, I know why. I was attracted to you...and I was alone. I've always had a wandering eye, Neil. I look at guys all the time, and wonder what it would be like to...well, you know. But I've always kept it to myself. I mean, I tell Michael about it, and that just means we end up having sex...which he loves."

"Well, I'm glad you can talk to him."

"Me too. In fact, I talked to him this morning...and I told him what happened. And then I told him I needed to talk to you."

"Why?"

"Why did I tell him...or why do I need to talk to you?"

"Well, I know why you told him. I don't keep secrets from Ann...she knows what happened last night. But I don't see..."

"I needed to thank you, Neil. You were such a gentleman last night. I still can't believe you got me a room...and breakfast. And you had them bring me aspirin...it was so sweet of you to take care of me like you did. You didn't have to...not with the way I was acting."

"I DID have to, Claudia. I couldn't have you going home like that. I would have felt horrible if you would have gotten into an accident or something."

"Well, I'd like to repay you for what you did."

"Absolutely not. It was no big deal. I'm just happy you're okay."

"Neil, you spent your own money on me...and I was the one that was acting foolish. Besides, it was YOUR birthday...it should have been..."

"My parents always taught me that it's better to give than to receive, Claudia. And as I've found out as I've gotten older, they were right about almost everything they tried to teach me, this included. I did what I did because it was right, not because I was looking to get repaid. So the room's on me."

"Wow...you really ARE a gentleman," she sighed.

I chuckled and said, "You sound surprised."

"I guess...I am. I've kind of gotten used to the type of person we've hired over the years in your position. That's why I wanted to know what you really thought of me."

"Why would it matter if I think you're hot or not?"

"Well, this is going to sound kind of vain again. You see, if you didn't think I was attractive then you still could have just been a pig, but you didn't want to deal with me being drunk. But knowing you think like you do...that matters. That tells me that you COULD have done something to take advantage of me, and you chose not to. And that means you're a real gentleman. You thought about my marriage...without knowing anything about me."

"You're making this sound like I'm some kind of hero," I said, feeling uncomfortable about the accolades she was giving me. "Claudia, I just did what I did because I've been where your husband would've ended up. And it's not fun. AND...I know you didn't know what you were doing."

"Actually...that's the strange part, Neil," Claudia said as she leaned across the table. "I knew exactly what I was doing...I remember what I'm doing even though I drink. It's just that when I'm drinking, I don't care. That's why I don't drink that often. The truth is, I usually only do it when Michael is around. Or when I know he's going to be around, like when I'm alone at the house waiting on him to come home. I like getting hammered every once in a while for him, because I loosen up and it makes for incredible sex...and I actually remember every detail."

"So...you remember...everything?"

"Pretty much...up until I drifted off. When I have wine, it makes me lose all of my inhibitions. I've learned over the years not to drink unless I WANT to lose them, knowing Michael will be there to save me."

"So...why did you drink last night?"

"That's a good question. It was habit."

"Habit? You just said..."

"Well, I've never been to a company party when Michael WASN'T there. And he usually sits at the table and watches me drink a little wine and make a fool of myself. Then he swoops in when he's ready, and he takes me home and has his way with me."

"So...you're saying..."

"I'm saying that I've danced with a lot of guys over the years, and I've gotten turned on doing it. And while I've never gone as far as I did with you...actually coming on to you like I did...I HAVE flirted. A lot. But I always did that to kind of drive Michael insane. I guess it's safe to say that he gets really turned on watching me."

"And last night was different because he wasn't there."

"Right. And I went too far, I suppose. But I said what I said, and I can't change that. In fact, I really wouldn't want to."

"You...wouldn't?"

"Nope. I don't live by regret, Neil. I am who I am, and I'm comfortable with that. And so is my husband."

"I'm not really sure what you're saying, Claudia."

"I'm just trying to tell you that I meant what I said. Last night...and this morning," she said with a naughty grin.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I'd taken more than my fair share of showers with gorgeous women in my lifetime. It was something that had started in college, when I'd taken a weekend trip to see my friend Connie at her college campus in Southeastern Indiana. Connie had invited me down to visit, and when I got there, she introduced me to her roommate, Nekita. It was Connie's way of making up for the fact that I'd been pursuing her, and she had waited for weeks to tell me that she was gay.

Truthfully, it was silly. Connie didn't owe me anything. Just because she was gay, and couldn't find a way to tell me while I'd tried relentlessly to get inside her tight jeans, that didn't mean that was her fault. When she finally caved, and agreed to go to a movie with me, it gave her a chance to tell me the truth. It stunned me, but it didn't change how I felt about Connie deep down. She was a friend, and I immediately changed from ass chasing to support mode, feeling honored that I was the first person in town besides her family that knew.

And in truth, how could I blame Connie...for anything. We both lived in the same small town; a town that got its livelihood from spreading rumors. I was always amazed there wasn't a little motto written under the welcome sign entering the town, stating 'where your business is our business'. Yet just because I'd backed off pursuing Connie sexually, and chose to instead support her as a friend in dealing with her own sexuality, that didn't mean she had to do anything for me.

But Connie saw that differently. She said that I was there for her...that I was the one person her age from town that she could confide in. She thought it was remarkable that I could set aside my desire for her, and actually become just a friend. I didn't think it was that remarkable of a feat, really. After all, she wasn't interested in me like I was in her...so to continue was a waste of time. I still found her attractive, and I told her that often. And I think Connie appreciated that I still flirted with her, even though there was no spark on her end.

Somehow, Connie decided that she needed to repay me for my friendship, by finding a way to give me what she couldn't. I never did find out how Connie talked Nekita into it. I wasn't even sure what 'it' was. I was invited to come down for the weekend, and I did. Nekita being Connie's roommate...well, she was there. And I slept in their room with them, even though I wasn't supposed to...the dorms weren't co-ed, so I wasn't supposed to be there after eleven. But I was.

And somehow, during that night, Connie found a way for Nekita and me to be alone together. And Nekita took it from there. Nekita was a beautiful black girl, a year older than both Connie and me. She was slender and silky and she had an amazing body, with nice firm 34B tits, and legs that seemed to go on forever. She was about 5'7", and if she weight a hundred pounds I would have been surprised.

We ended up fucking, and it was one of those spur of the moment, hurry up before we get caught kind of romps. Connie left, and Nekita ripped her shirt off over her head and demanded that I do the same. The entire first encounter couldn't have lasted fifteen minutes, and yet it was satisfying on every level. And one of them was that we both knew as soon I'd cum inside her amazingly tight pussy, and that before the weekend was over, we'd be finding a way to do it again. Our quick tryst didn't satiate our sudden lust...it actually created MORE sexual tension.

That next encounter happened the next morning. I'd gotten up off the floor, where I'd spent the night on top of a sleeping bag next to Connie's bed. While the dorm wasn't big, all the girls on the floor shared the same community shower and bathroom. It turned out to be more like a locker room, with many stalls, and one large shower for everyone with multiple shower heads along the walls...so privacy wasn't really an option. That's why I got up early, to get in and out before anyone else came in.

I'd already shaved, and I was in the process of rinsing the shampoo out of my hair, when I felt a pair of hands start massaging my balls. I couldn't see, and I started to panic, but the feeling was so good I didn't want it to stop. I didn't know whether to open my eyes for fear of whom I would find fondling me.

As it turned out, it was Nekita, who rubbed her wet, hard body against mine, using me to soap her up. She whispered into my ear, saying, "Good morning, Neil."

"Good morning, Nekita."

"Ready for some fun?"

"I think you already know that," I said, her hand gripping my rock hard shaft. I tilted my head back into the spray, rinsing out the shampoo. "I'm just glad it's you...I couldn't see."

"Who did you think it was?"

"I don't know...it could have been anybody. Even Connie."

Nekita laughed and said, "Nah...she's strictly into girls. She not bisexual...like I am."

That's the moment I learned about Nekita liking both men and women. I didn't know the extent of it until much, much later. But it didn't matter at the time. She hand her hand on my shaft, stroking it...and she was into me at the moment.

"Mmm...I've always wanted to fuck in here," she said as she moved past me and put her hands against the large tiled wall, sticking her ass out for me.

I moved in close behind her, and lined up my cock. "You have?" I said, sounding surprised.

"Yeah...it's a long story. Look, I promise to explain later, but I want you to promise me something."

I held the tip of my cock against the entrance of her cunt, ready to push forward. But I waited wondering what it was she wanted. "What's that?" I asked.

"No matter what, I want you to take your sweet time...and don't stop. That's all I'm allowed to say...okay?"

"Allowed?"

"Dorm rules. Now fuck me...long and hard, but take your time. I want this to last."

As it turned out, what Nekita and I shared was kind of a dorm tradition. And by shared, I mean more than just her and I. We fucked in the dorm shower, and one by one, girls from the floor would come in and shower too...watching us. We were on public display, putting on an erotic performance of sorts...and an interactive one at that.

Girls would come in and see us, and they'd smile. And invariably, Nekita would talk to them like it was just any other morning. Except, she would invite them to join in a way...and that meant that most of them would take advantage of the situation, and feel me up. Most would grab my ass, or reach underneath and feel my heavy balls as I slowly pounded into Nekita. Some would move up against my naked body from behind, pressing theirs into me...reaching around to feel my chest. And of course, there were those few that chose to just stand off to the side politely and watch us.

"I'm obviously not the first guy to ever be in here," I said as we had a rare moment alone.

"No...you're the third this year. But you're MY first. I've waited a long time to have my turn as the 'shower slut'. And I've got to tell you, you're holding up amazing, Neil. A lot of guys end up cumming the first time someone else comes in, or the first time someone touches them. That or they shrivel up. But this doesn't seem to bother you at all."

That was a little hard to believe, even for me. It was my first time fucking where I was being watched...but I found it more of a turn on than anything else. "Does every girl on the floor come in?" I asked.

"No...when word spreads, which happens pretty quick, there are some girls that just wait until it's over. They understand, and no one wants to be the one that ruins it for everyone."

"How long has this been going on?" I asked.

"I'm not sure...but it's a tradition. I know it's been going on for well over ten years. And now I get to add my name to the book!"

"The book?"

"There's kind of a log book...they don't put down how many times you're the shower slut. They just put down that you did it. I'm part of the club now!" she said excitedly.

And now, there I was, with TWO shower sluts. Both Carol and Heather had joined me in the shower of my room, and we were cleaning each other. Unfortunately, there would be no happy ending like I'd had with Nekita, where I fucked her until I came inside her pussy again. But for the first time since that morning with Nekita, I had more than one woman's hands on me in the shower, and it brought back those fond memories.

Particularly the part when Connie came into the bathroom. She stood next to us in the shower as I fucked her roommate. I couldn't take my eyes off of Connie's naked body. I'd dreamt of it almost daily during those weeks when I was trying to get into her jeans, but I'd shoved those feelings aside when she'd confided in me. Now, there she was, lathering up her sexy body right next to us.

"I surprised to see you," I said as I leered at my high school friend.

"I don't usually join these...but I love you two...and I thought it would be rude to ignore your show. Besides, I've been hearing what a great show it is," Connie said as she leaned her head back underneath her showerhead, wetting her hair. It didn't stun me that she said she loved us. I assumed as friends...and at the time, that's probably where she and Nekita still were.

I was holding on to Nekita's tits, pinching her nipples as I fucked her, but I was still gazing at Connie, and I had to finally say what was on my mind. "You know...I always wanted to do this to you," I said, pulling my cock almost all the way out so Connie could get a good look at it, before ramming it deep back into Nekita.

"That's funny...I always wanted to do that to Nekita," Connie replied, staring at the way I was abusing the breasts I was gripping in my hand.

Nekita's head snapped up from where she'd been hanging it down between her shoulders. She looked at Connie, her eyes twinkling, and she said, "I don't remember you ever asking."

Connie moved over towards us, ducking down between Nekita's arms, which were still supporting her as she leaned against the wall, her hands pressed on the wet tile. Connie leaned her back against that same wall, her face inches from Nekita's. Staring into each others eyes, Connie moved her right hand up and moved my left one, taking my place as she pulled on the same nipple I'd been squeezing. Connie's other hand reached below, feeling Nekita's pussy as I fucked it.

It was as close as I ever got to having sex with Connie. She fingered Nekita's clit, bringing her to an incredible orgasm as I fucked Nekita harder and harder. And when I announced that I was ready to cum a short time later, Connie moved around her friend, standing to our left. She grabbed the back of my head with her left hand, pulling me to her. We shared a long wet kiss...wet that had nothing to do with the shower we were standing in. And just as I was about to pop, I felt Connie's hand, squeezing my balls.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I let out a little sigh as I stood there between Carol and Heather. My eyes were closed as they both played with my shaft and ball sack.

"What are you thinking about, Neil?" Heather asked.

"Oh...nothing," I said with another sigh.

Carol said, "Sure you are...I can see it in that grin of yours. What's on your mind?"

"I was just thinking about the last time I was in the shower with two hot women."

"So...you do this often?" Heather asked.

"No...that was in college. One girl was gay, and the other was bisexual," I said with a laugh. "They ended up becoming couple, actually."

"Drove them into each other's arms, did you?" Carol laughed

"HA...that's funny!"

"Did you get to watch them?"

"No...I was just fucking the one in the shower, and my friend...the lesbian, came in and kind of watched...but that was the last time I've been in the shower like that until now."