A New Way of Seeing Things Pt. 02 Ch. 13

The document was placed in front of him and she again bent to show him the places to sign. He risked a slight shift of his eyes upward and was rewarded with her right breast in all its glory, capped with the perfect little pink nipple he had imagined. A swirl of whipped cream on it would make for a helluva dessert and he briefly imagined using his tongue to clean them off. He managed to sign in all the proper places and still got in another glance before she took the paper and stood. Gwen bent over the filing cabinet again and Walt was given plenty of time to imagine what delights lay beneath that thin strip of fabric running between her asscheeks and through the slight spread of her thighs. No stray hairs that he could see, although the thought of Gwen Nelson shaving down there was not really considered—hell, the only bare pussies he had ever seen was in magazines and on strippers. Wives and mothers didn't shave their shit, no matter how much Andrew said different. His cock filled his mind with thoughts of bending her over like that while he drove it home, ignoring the fact his sizeable stomach would likely make that very difficult.

"Last one!" She announced brightly, turning and placing the document before him. Walt took his time, pretending to read, sneaking quick glances at the left tit now hanging in almost-plain sight. Finally satisfied, he signed one last time and allowed her to take the paper away.

"And now, you are officially retired," Gwen said to the man doing a poor job of keeping his eyes off her chest. "Well, once I send the paperwork in, of course. But you don't have to come here any more."

"I'll miss coming here," Walt replied, finding her eyes. "Maybe I'll come back and visit when we're in town."

"You better," Gwen said sternly. "I'll want to hear what Tim and I can look forward to in retirement."

Walt was reluctant to rise, afraid the bulge in his crotch would give away what he had been viewing, doubtful what Norma called his dunlap (because "his belly dunlap over his belt") would be an effective shield. The smiling woman in front of him was expecting him to move though, and he slowly rose, turning slightly away from her. She let him lead the way to the stairs, following him down the first couple of steps. "Whoops—sorry, be right down," she called over her shoulder as she turned and hurried back up to her desk. Walt cursed himself for not being quick enough to turn and get another look at that delicious ass as it retreated and he continued to the bottom to be ready for her reappearance.

Gwen was back at the top of the stairs a few seconds later, intently studying one of the forms. From his vantage point, Walt had a perfect view up the front of her skirt and between her legs, only the dark blue panties keeping him from gazing upon the gates of paradise. "No, no, you're fine," she said without taking her eyes from the paperwork. "Everything's been signed." Paradise was lost and the document returned to her desk. Gwen descended the stairs, the big man glued to his spot until she reached the bottom.

"Well, uh, I should goin'," he mumbled, looking down at her.

"Be safe. Come back and visit. Hopefully we'll have the air conditioner fixed."

Christ, I hope not, he thought. I wanna see how you cool off next time. Gwen opened her arms to offer him a hug. Walt hesitated, unsure about her first outward sign of affection since he had started here all those years ago. "Uhh, I'm kinda sweaty," he offered, trying to figure out what the hell she was doing.

"So am I." Her arms were around his massive midsection, and he tentatively returned the hug, his hands on her back obstinately confirming what he already knew—that she was braless.

Gwen released him. "Give our best to Norma."

"I will." And then I'll give her mine, he thought. A roll in the hay is gonna be real nice. 'Course, it might have to wait until tonight. Norma might start askin' questions if I start lookin' to get laid in the middle of the afternoon.

Gwen walked him out to his truck, waving until the bumper disappeared out of sight down the driveway. The remaining buttons on her shirt were undone and the garment quickly pulled off even as the sound of Walt's truck accelerating on to the road echoed from beyond the screen of trees.

The breeze against the wet skin of her bare torso had a tingling, sensual feel to it, no doubt inspired by the thoughts of what she had just done racing through her mind. The Lady nagged that she was fortunate Walt had not drawn his own conclusions to the show and that, despite his earlier assertions Tim would not be pleased, but the Slut crowed triumphantly. It was one thing to flash total strangers, but exposing herself to someone she knew, someone who knew her, brought the excitement to new levels.

The skirt slipped from her waist and puddled on the floor two steps inside the kitchen, and Gwen paused just long enough to avoid tripping as she stripped off her panties and discarded them in the hallway. She couldn't be bothered to remove her sandals, hurriedly retrieving the rabbit from her nightstand and flopping back onto the still-made bed, not caring that she was likely tracking dirt on the duvet.

Gwen thumbed the switch and laid the humming length down her furrow while her free hand gently grasped a breast. It was only a moment before the sensation against her clitoris became too much and she withdrew the length from her slit. She had other plans for it, and her opening willingly gave way to the cool bulbous head as it bulled through. Gwen buried the vibrator to bring the ears of the tickler up against her suddenly neglected clit. She jerked and shuddered, fighting to maintain the sensations coming from between her legs, her impending climax roaring like a wave in her ears as it approached. With a crash, it broke over the splayed woman, thighs clamping together convulsively while her hand cruelly squeezed her breast. Gwen's eyes were squeezed shut against the intense assault on her nerves, but her mouth was open. The roaring in her ears prevented her from hearing the 'oh—' she couldn't stop from escaping.

And then it was over. Gwen rose and trudged back to the shop office on unsteady legs, only performing a cursory check as she stepped out of the kitchen door naked and covered in orgasm-induced sweat as to whether anyone might have returned during her self-pleasuring,. The air conditioning was running when the crews returned several hours later and Gwen made sure everyone could see she was dressed as she had been when they left that morning. There would be no evidence that would back up any story Walt might tell.

She had dinner waiting when Tim finally made his way over to the house. They sat and ate as they had so many evenings before, catching up on the day's events, Gwen listening appreciatively as Tim discussed the wisdom of Eric's hiring.

"So, one employee in, one employee out," he said, cutting a piece of chicken. "How did paperwork with Walt go?"

"Fine," Gwen replied, taking a sip of tea. "I, uhh, did what you suggested and, well, you know..."

Tim's knife stopped and he looked up. "You mean, what we talked about yesterday?"

"Yes...you were serious, right? You said you wanted me to?"

Tim ignored her question. "In the office, while he was signing papers?" Gwen nodded.

"How'd you do it?"

"Well, I had a short-sleeve blouse that—"

"Show me." Tim rose from the table. "Go get dressed like you were when he was here and I'll meet you over at the shop."

Gwen rose, still uncertain. "You're not mad, right?"

Tim laughed. "No, I'm not mad at all. Just surprised—I didn't think you'd do it! You're getting to be full of surprises! Go on, get changed." He looked at her expectantly until she turned for the hallway. "Meet you over there," he called out over his shoulder, heading out the door.

Gwen took her outfit out of the dirty clothes, the shirt still slightly damp from her sweat. She dressed, hesitating on her choice of what buttons to leave undone and what panties to wear, unsure if it was a good idea to show Tim just how much she had revealed. The Slut sagely preached complete honesty, and Gwen relented. She made her way across the yard to where a light shone from the side door.

Tim was waiting inside for her. His eyes widened a bit in surprise, and the Lady quickly announced that she had made a serious mistake following the Slut's advice. "Too much?" she asked weakly.

"No, you look great, really nice," her husband replied with controlled enthusiasm. "A lot less than what he's ever seen you in before, but still more than what a lot of our customers answer the door in. Tim walked by her to the door. "So he came in here? Where were you?"

"I was at the bottom of the stairs," Gwen replied, trading places with her husband. "Once we said our hellos, I went upstairs and he followed." She began to climb, stopping halfway up to look back down where her husband was now standing at the bottom, grinning. "We did the paperwork up here," she called down, wondering if he intended to join her.

"Did you stop there?"

"I guess, why?"

"I can see a beautiful pair of blue panties from here. Did you know he could see them?"

"Maybe, I wasn't sure..." Gwen hurried up the stairs, embarrassed to admit she had been hoping for just that. Tim hurried up behind her. "I had the air conditioning off. I told him it was broken and that's why I was dressed like this—I was trying to stay cool."

"Good plan," Tim agreed. "So I guess he sat on one side of the desk and you sat on the other?"

"Well, he sat and I stood." Gwen walked behind the desk, and Tim took the seat across from her. "And then I started going through the papers with him, showing him where to sign." She took a piece of paper and set it down, then mimicked her pose.

"Holy shit, Gwen, I can see right down your shirt!"

She looked down, already knowing the truth—she had practiced it before Walt had arrived. "Can you see-everything?"

"Everything." He reached out and slid his hand between shirt and skin, gently palming the dangling breast, sliding the stiffening nipple between two fingers like the stem of a wineglass. "Did you show him anything else?"

Gwen was reluctant to move away from his touch, but felt a greater need to continue the reenactment. She backed away and stood. "I accidentally dropped the next form and I had to pick it up."

The skirt rose, and Tim chuckled. "I actually kinda feel sorry for that poor bastard. I'm havin' a hard time sitting comfortably."

Gwen put the retrieved paper on the desk and resumed her position while Tim gladly slipped his hand back inside her shirt. "Did you show him anything else?"

"I had to get some things from the filing cabinet," she replied again reluctantly moving away from the hand on her breast and turning around.

"God, what an incredible ass," Tim breathed appreciatively. "He didn't try and do anything, right?"

"No, he just fidgeted and sweat a lot. It was pretty warm up here."

"I'll bet he did. So you kept doing that until he was done signing stuff?"

"Yes, and then I walked him downstairs."

"Same way? You at the top, him at the bottom?"

"I suppose, yes. I had to go back to check and make sure he had finished a form."

"The paperwork's gotta be right," Tim agreed with mock seriousness. He rose and made his way down the stairs. "Come show me where you were."

Gwen waited until the sound her husband's boots on the wooden steps became a thud on the cement pad at the bottom. She moved to the top of the stairs and stood. Tim stared back up at her, the look on his face what she could only describe as confident lust, and began to slowly make the climb back up. He stopped several treads down, his face even with her crotch. "A little piece of underwear," he said, putting one knee on the next stair and leaning forward, "was the only thing keeping him from seeing that beautiful pussy." Tim reached under her skirt, hooked his fingers into the sides of the offending garment, and pulled them down. "Yup. Beautiful." He flipped up the front of her skirt and bent forward, his lips gently nuzzling her cleft. Gwen shuffled forward a bit, anxious to give him better access and his tongue began to probe. "You're wet," he said. "I'm gonna guess you liked all this."

Gwen looked down at the man under her skirt, and the staircase behind him. As much as she was enjoying his attention, she didn't relish the thought of explaining the circumstances under which her husband had fallen down the stairs. "Tim, we can go back to the house, if you like," she offered, backing away, giving him space to join her on the landing.

He smiled up at her and climbed the last few stairs to join her. "Uh-uh." Gwen was gently spun away from her husband. "Go." His hands on her shoulders guided her back to her chair, stopping and spinning her back once she stood between her chair and the desk. She could smell the sweat, PVC cement and acetylene imbedded in his clothes as he removed hers and gently lay her back on the surface behind her. Tim brought the chair in front of where he legs now hung, sat, then grabbed both ankles and propped them up on the arms of the seat. Satisfied, he resumed his oral explorations.

His patient roving hands and tongue and the thrill of being taken in such a commanding way by the man she loved brought her to the edge of her second orgasm of the day. She was close, very close, when the hands and tongue were removed, his stubble teasingly scratching her inner thighs. Gwen looked up, eyes begging, at where her husband now stood. "Please, just a little more!"

His answer was his grin and the unbuckling of his belt and pants. With a push of his boxers he released hid very ready erection, swaying just inches from her sex. My cunt, she corrected. That's the right word for this occasion.

Tim's first thrust triggered her climax, her walls allowing him access before clenching spasmodically around the invader as he buried himself in her. He would normally hold still to avoid being a potential distraction when Gwen would shudder through her little deaths, but he could not bear to afford her that courtesy today. He pounded harder as her breathing stopped and her body tensed almost painfully; pulling her back onto his cock as she slid across the wood surface after she went limp with one final convulsion. Gwen came back to the here and now at the sound of Tim's loud grunt and the feel of his body between her legs trying to get just a little deeper as he filled her with his seed.