From Co-worker to Student Ch. 04

"Now I need to sit you down again." She whispered and led me to a chair. "Put your hands on the floor in front of you, and when you feel my feet, I want you to let your fingers explore their way up to my waist. Go slowly."

I placed my palms flat on the floor and felt her toes. I put my hands on her feet and felt that she was wearing hose. Very slowly I moved up, feeling her narrow ankles, then the swell of her calves, her knees, and then her thighs. That's when I stopped. The hose had ended and I felt something different there. It was a wide band of the hose material.

That's when I realized what she was wearing. I recalled our viewing of the books the day before. I'd pointed out my interest in the picture of a woman wearing a bustier, panties, hose, and garters. I smiled as I put everything together, and slowly felt around her thighs for the garter clips. Sure enough, they were there. Before I went the final distance to her panties again, I my fingertips up and down along her thighs a few times.

Finally, I found the garters again, and traced their route to her waist where Ann's hands met mine. She pulled me up to her and wrapped her arms around my neck. I could feel her breath on my face.

"Did you like that?" She asked.

"Yes." I nodded and smiled. "It was so...erotic. Can I see you now?"

"Not yet. I want you to feel how wet I am." She whispered. I thought I detected a hint of anxiety in the way she said it.

She sat me back down and grasped the index and middle fingers of one of my hands again and brought them to her pussy. First she grazed the tips against her panties, tracing the line of her slit up and down.

"I can feel it on your panties. You're burning up." I couldn't believe how wet she was!

"Yes. I want you to really feel it though." She said and guided my fingers to the side and we pushed the triangle of cloth over.

She was more than hot. She felt like an oven. And she sopping with juices. Everything I felt as my fingers roamed was wet. She seemed in a hurry, and guided my wandering digits to her lips.

"There, feel me Scott. Feel me inside." She said with a deep exhale followed by an audible swallow.

I fingered her labia softly between my fingertips. I knew her body was the same temperature as my own, but everything about her felt like it was on fire. I traced the outline of her pussy starting low and stopping at her hood.

"Please Scott, I need to feel your fingers inside me." She whimpered. Her desire for haste and this obvious display of her need was an immense turn-on for me.

"Okay." I whispered. As much as I liked this first time to touch her pussy with my hand, I didn't want to keep her waiting.

I bent my index finger back so only my middle finger was extended. With the tip of it I found the spot between her lips. In it went, slowly but surely. She was blazing in her hole. The heat felt more intense than what I'd felt moments ago.

"God yes, Scott." She said under her rapid breaths. "I need you to fuck me with that finger."

I reached the point where my finger was all the way in, and started fucking her. After a few strokes she started to move her hips along with my motion. After a few more she held my wrist and my hand turned into nothing more than a toy for her. She sped up the pace considerably.

"Push up Scott. Press against the top of my cunt." She said and gasped as I did it. "Oh god, yes."

Her grip on my wrist tightened as she steadily moved her hips faster. I wanted so badly to see her doing this to herself. I reached up for the blindfold, but she quickly told me to stop. Instead she took my other hand in her free one and held it tightly by the wrist.

"I'm so close Scott. Soooo close." She whispered. Each time she pushed my finger in she moaned and exhaled simultaneously. "Another finger Scott. Please."

I straightened out my index finger for her on her next outstroke, and she quickly plunged both fingers back in.

"Yes! That's it. Ohhhh." She said loudly. Her grip on my wrists tightened and her hips bucked rapidly, slamming against my half-fist. At last I felt her hole tighten around my fingers and she stopped moving my fingers. Instead she jammed her hips against them in quick, short thrusts, each one causing her to let out a louder moan than before. With one last push in, she stiffened and sighed.

"Oh Scott...." She said and let go of my hands. "As good as that felt, I know your cock is the only thing that will really satisfy me completely."

I think I blushed when I heard that. I'm not sure why. Perhaps it was just the raw sexuality of it, or simply hearing her imply the two of us actually fucking for the first time. Regardless, I felt a great wave of lustful heat wash over me.

"Give me a moment to catch my breath, and then I'm going to take off that blindfold." Ann said as she ran her fingers through my hair. I could hear her breathing as she held onto me. "Okay, time to let you see what I've been teasing you with."

She reached behind my head, untied the cloth, and slowly pulled it away. The room was dimly lit, so I opened my eyes without worrying about being overwhelmed by bright lights. A quick glance to the side showed me that the things I heard her put on the table were two candles. They were the only light in the room, but it was enough that I could see Ann well enough.

I sat back and took in the view. Ann was standing a couple feet in front of me, turned slightly to the side. She had a closed-mouth smile on her face, and her eyes had a bit of a dreamy look in them. Her bustier, panties, hose, and garters were all black. She looked amazing. All I could do was shake my head in admiration of her beauty.

"I can't believe you did this for me." I said as I looked into her eyes.

"When I saw how much you liked the picture we saw in that book I knew I had to dress up for you. The blindfold part hit me while we were eating though. I was so...well, you felt how turned on I am. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."

"I loved it." I paused and looked her over slowly again. "Ann, you look perfect...amazing."

"Thank you." She said and kissed me on the cheek.

"How long have you had that stuff?" I wondered out loud.

"Umm, actually I bought it today." She said as she sat sideways in my lap, put her arms around my neck, and leaned sideways so that we were leaning against the back of the chair. I put my arms around her waist.

"You did? Ann, you didn't have to..." I trailed off. I couldn't believe it.

"Shhh. It was worth it." She whispered to me.

We both turned our heads to face one another. I couldn't do anything but smile at her. "I can't believe I'm sitting here with you on my lap." I was thinking out loud again.

"Me too." She answered and closed her eyes.

We sat there silently with our eyes closed and rested for a couple minutes before Ann spoke quietly. "My husband...ex-husband, he never did this with me."

"Never did what?" I asked with obvious surprise.

"Just sat and cuddled and touched me. He liked digging into the 'good stuff', as he always used to call it." She sighed and wiggled her body tighter against mine. "When you first said that you loved how it felt to simply hold me, my heart skipped a beat. It was like music to my ears."

"Did he ever, like, give you pleasure?"

"Oh yes, he liked doing that. His knew how to put his tongue and fingers to good use. But he didn't think that the little things, like us sitting here, were worth his time." She put her head on my shoulder. "I could sit here all day. I love it."

"Me too." I said and smiled. I let the thought linger for a moment. "Can I ask you something? You don't have to answer if you-"

"Why did we divorce?" She interrupted.

"Yeah."

"I knew you'd ask eventually." She paused. "Mark, that's his name...he's a good guy. Before we married he treated me like a princess. There were some things about him that I had a hard time with, but no one is perfect, right? Anyway, after we married everything was great. We had the kids, everything was wonderful for so long. And then about four years ago I noticed that he was changing. He'd always been a controlling type, and aggressive too. But when he started to change, those parts of his personality became more...more pronounced. I was able to deal with it though, that's just how I am. I can tolerate a lot and let it slide." She stopped to wipe a tear from her face.

"Ann...you don't have to tell me." I said, nearly whispering.

"No, it's okay. I've kept this bottled up for a long time." She stopped again and sighed. "He started to isolate himself from me. At first I didn't know why. I thought maybe it was me, so I started to question everything I did around him. I wanted to please him and was willing to do whatever I could to do that. But he insisted it was not me, it was him. Finally, one day, I finally confronted him and he told me he felt like he wasn't a man anymore. The reason that he was putting up walls between us was because he...he was having impotence problems. The poor guy, I felt so badly for him. But I still loved him, I swear. I knew his mind and knew that he was a good man. I wasn't going to let sex keep me from loving him. But he didn't feel that way. God Scott, he completely changed." She stopped and shook her head. I could tell she was on the verge of crying.

"Ann..." I whispered. I felt totally helpless to do anything. All I could do was hold her tighter and hope it would comfort her.

She took a deep breath and continued. "For a whole year we were like roommates and we bickered all the time. I felt like I was living with a shell of the man I had known for so long. Somehow the kids didn't seem to be aware of most of it. One day Mark came home from his job and told me he was going to move out. I was shocked. Everything was falling apart and I couldn't do anything to fix it. I fell into depression, and like him, was just a shell, a zombie going about my life. I felt that a divorce was nearly certain, and just a few weeks after he moved out, he filed the papers. I begged him not to, but he did it, and wouldn't listen to me when I tried to make up. He's so stubborn. We went through with the divorce and settled on our custody of the kids. That was the hardest part for me. When I walked into the court to decide how much time I could spend with my own children, I felt broken. Mark ended up getting the better end of that deal." Ann paused to sit up, but didn't leave her position on my lap. I wiped a tear from her face and she sighed before continuing. "It took me almost a year before I felt like myself again. A year, Scott." She shook her head.

"I'm sorry Ann. I don't know what to say." I had tears in my eyes. Prior to this I had no idea what she'd been through. My impression of her was one of a person who was always positive, happy, caring, kind, and compassionate. As I thought about her enduring a year of depression and what probably seemed hellish, my heart went out to her.

"You don't have to say anything hon. Being able to talk about it, and having you here holding me, it goes a long way to comfort me." She let out a deep breath that sounded more like one of relief than pain or tension. "After that year, I felt like a new person, and in a way I was. I was single again, had a house to myself, and my job was still secure. I felt very fortunate, and because of that I made a point to never let myself miss savoring the good things that were placed in my life. And whenever I encounter someone who was in need, I make an attempt to help them. My life is so good now Scott. I feel so blessed, even after losing Mark. Everything seems so precious now, so...valuable. I don't mean I didn't realize that before, but after the divorce my eyes were opened." She stopped. I wasn't sure if she was finished.

"I had no idea. Even at work, I mean we only normally saw each other in the hall and stuff, but I could never tell you were struggling." I told her.

"I made a point to hide it. I don't think anyone at work knew. My ability to take on a lot of crap really helped me in that. I wish I'd had someone back then to talk to though. Keeping it all in was terrible for me."

A comfortable silence settled on us after that. Ann put her head back on my shoulder. As I digested what she'd shared with me, I started to cry. I found myself having a new appreciation for her. Not only that, I felt an immense new sense of caring for her. Even thought we'd really only recently starting getting to know each other, I couldn't help but get caught up in the emotion of it all. I'd never endured the kind of hurt and pain that she had, so seeing her to come through it to be the person sitting there with me, I couldn't help but admire her strength.

"Thank you Scott. Thank you for listening to me, and for holding me, and giving yourself to me this weekend. I hope..." She paused and sat up so she could look me in the eyes. When she saw that I was crying she sighed and got a sad look on her face. "I hope that after you leave tomorrow that it won't be the end."

"Me too." I said.

Ann wiped a tear off my cheek and kissed the spot. "I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm sorry." She wiped my other cheek and kissed it.

"It's okay." I said as I shook my head. "Sometimes it doesn't take much to get me emotional."

"I don't want to get up. Can I just sit here forever?" She said and kissed my cheeks again.

"Sure. But only if we're both naked." I responded and smiled slightly.

"Deal. So, let's do something about this stuff we're wearing then." Ann stood up as she said it. That's when her erotic scheme from earlier came back to me. I think we both forgot about it once the topic of her divorce came up.

"Ann, I'm sorry. We were really...you went out of your way to dress up like that and I went and ruined the moment."

"Don't worry about it. I'm glad we got that out of the way anyway. It was bound to come up eventually. The timing wasn't the best, but it could have been worse." Then she paused and gave me a funny look. "And it doesn't mean we can't carry on with what we were doing."

"I don't know. The mood just seems weird now, you know what I mean?" I asked, unsure if I was the only one feeling that way.

"Yeah." She said and glanced over at a clock. "How about we sleep? It's pretty late. We can get up and start fresh with a whole day ahead of us."

"Sounds good to me."

Ann led me by the hand to her room and gave me a long hug. "Let's undress each other. Then we'll sleep."

I went first, smiling as I looked her over in the sexy lingerie she had on. She stood patiently in front of me, even turning around and bending over slightly to wiggle her ass at me. After unclipping the garters I had Ann sit down so I could remove the hose first. Slowly I coaxed the tight material down her thighs and stopped to kiss each one. Then I inched them off the rest of the way and kissed each of her calves.

With her legs bare, I had her lay up on the bed and straddled her hips so I could unhook the front of her bustier. There were a lot of hooks to open up, and as I worked on them Ann poked fun at me for taking so long. Finally I finished and opened up the bustier, revealing her bare torso. She looked so good, and I was tempted to go back on my agreement of going to sleep so soon. But I decided not to, and helped Ann sit up so she could remove the garment completely.

All that remained were her panties. The triangle of fabric in the front was still dark from her arousal. I put my nose against her the cloth and inhaled deeply. She smelled nice...her own unique mix of aromas. That scent of her soap and perfume and sweat and sex, even years later, was permanently imprinted in my brain. Even the faint smell of vanilla still turns me on whenever I smell it.

I stood Ann up and knelt down in front of her. Hooking my fingers under the elastic band I slowly pulled down the panties. She kicked them aside. Before standing up I planted a soft kiss on her pussy.

Ann was a much hastier than me. She made quick work of my shirt, tossing it on top of her panties. Her hands wandered over my chest for a moment, and then down to the fly of my pants. She pulled them and my boxers down at the same time.

"Much better. I love seeing you naked Scott. And judging from your little friend here, you like me too." Her hand wrapped around the head of my cock. "Come, let's cuddle and sleep." She pulled me by the prick into her bed. After she turned off the light by the bed, we found a cozy position and crashed.