Anal At Last Ch. 15

Had Angela actually obeyed me and told Sam how much she liked me finger-fucking her? I couldn't believe it, but my cock could, giving another surge towards erection.

Sam continued. "Maybe I'll have to get you to give me a massage some time. Would you like that?"

I shrugged my shoulders, feigning nonchalance.

She took her hand off my thigh, and sat back a bit. "OK Andy, if you're not bothered, we can just leave it. I thought maybe we could both benefit: I'd get a nice relaxing massage, and you'd get to run your hands over me again. But like I said, if you're not bothered, then that's OK."

"How's about tonight?" I blurted. "I mean... I've got nothing else on, Angela's not coming till tomorrow, so why not?"

"Oh Andy, I don't think that would be very sensible, do you? You and me in the house alone, Angela nowhere near, me naked with just a towel over my behind, relaxed and compliant, putty in your hands, and you with some sort of baby oil or something to rub into me. Coupled with the very excited state that you've been in recently... who knows what might happen?"

"What do you mean, excited state?"

"Andy, look down..." She pointed at my groin. "Even now, I can see something happening down there." Shit, I'd hoped it was out of sight.

"You really have quite the hair trigger, don't you Andy? I'm really sorry for the effect I have on you. It didn't cross my mind when I decided I wanted to wear just this - " She raised both hands, cupping her breasts underneath, lifting them slightly, emphasizing her cleavage. "I suppose I should have guessed that you'd be affected."

For christ's sake, I thought. Isn't it supposed to be ME seducing HER? She certainly knew her stuff. I guess she was feeling more comfortable around me now that Angela had given her permission to flirt with me.

"Drink your coffee, Andy, it's getting cold." As I reached down for it, she stood up, and wandered to the window. She ran her hands down her lower back, stretching, and then pushed her hands up in the air, her whole back, bum, and legs tightening as she yawned. I admired her curves, highlighted by the light coming in from the window. Still facing away from me, she said "Yeah, a massage would be nice. Your sofa's very comfy, but not the best place to work from all day." She turned to face me. "It's a good job your house is so secluded. What would the neighbours think if could see me now, in only my bra, a young woman alone with you, a single divorcee, in his house? The scandal would be up and down the street like wildfire.... So, do you think you'll be able to behave yourself if you give me a massage tonight?"

I smirked. "Oh, I think so Sam. But I guess we won't know until tonight, will we?" I finished my coffee and stood up, my erection still bulging slightly. "But right now, I've got work to do. As delightful as you are, you're not the most important thing in my life."

She playfully pouted her bottom lip. "Oh Andy, I'm hurt". Then she grinned, and told me to go play with my computer. As I left the room, she said, "Andy, as a treat for putting me up, I'll bring you lunch, at about say one o'clock? Please don't let me find you surfing for porn whilst you relieve yourself...."

I barked a laugh at her and carried on up to the office.

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True to her word, Sam came up at one o'clock. Unfortunately, I was on a long call with a client about some up-coming work. She placed a sandwich, a cake, and a coffee on my desk, and then signed to see if it was OK for her to sit on the couch in the office. I nodded my assent, gave her a thumbs up for the sandwich, and carried on with the call.

She planted herself on the sofa, still clad just in jeans and bra. I turned to face her, chatting away, letting my eyes wander over luscious body a bit while she was engaged in putting her coffee in the floor.

She was eating some sort of sandwich with mayonnaise on it, and after a few bites, some dropped out the back of the sandwich falling onto her breasts. She looked at it, looked at me, then gave me a dirty little smile. She turned more to face me, scooped up the mayo with one finger, and then sucked it back into her mouth, giving her finger a good sucking. God she was dirty sometimes, and I couldn't say anything because I was one the phone to my client.

She ate another mouthful or two, and then put her sandwich down, flapping her hand in front of her face, puffing out her cheeks, as if to say she was hot. I shrugged, unable to do anything about it whilst on the phone.

So she stood up, facing me, and started undoing the buttons of her jeans. Oh shit, she's going to strip in front of me. When she'd undone all her buttons, she wriggled her tush, pushing the jeans down over her child-bearing hips, leaning forward a bit, giving me a great few down her cleavage. Then, with her jeans over her thighs, she turned around, bent over, and pushed them all the way down her legs, bending right over to get them over her feet. Her lovely round ass was thrust towards me, clad in those red panties. She seemed to have some trouble getting her jeans off, as it took a long time for her to straighten.

"Andy? Andy? Are you still there?" came the voice down the line.

"Er... sorry Mac, something distracted me. What was the question?"

Sam stood up, turning to me, and mouthed "Sorry" as if she didn't know what she was doing. Then she flapped her hand in front of her face again, putting on a "phew, that's better expression". She sat on the sofa, this time cross-legged, her mound clearly visible under her panties. She picked up her sandwich, and carried on eating.

As she bit into her sandwich, it kind of fell apart, all the filling coming out. Another dollop of mayo fell, this time onto her inner thigh. She went to clean it up with her hands, but realised both her hands were just as messy. She looked flustered for a moment, then stood up and approached me. She turned the leg outwards, exposing her smooth thigh to me, and indicated it with her eyes, mouthing "Help!"

God help me, I thought.

I reached out, and with one finger, I scooped up the mayo, feeling her thigh quiver as I touched her. I ran my finger further than I needed to, only lifting it when I felt the very smooth skin at the top of the thigh, only millimeters away from her panties. Then I presented the finger to her.

The girl got the hint, and bent over, again letting me get a good view of her cleavage. She took my finger in her mouth, giving it a good suck, her tongue swirling round it, making sure she got all the mayo.

Then she stood up, licking her lips, and sat down again. She put her sandwich on her plate, and slowly, sensually, licked and sucked the remaining mayo off her hands.

She gave me an innocent little smile, pointed to my groin where I realised I was as hard as nails again, shook her head in dismay, and carried on eating her sandwich.

A few minutes later, Mac started to explain something that was new to me, so I started to take notes on my PC. I was struggling with holding the phone under my ear - I'd gotten a new phone recently, and it was a lot slimmer than my old one, and I'd not gotten round to getting a new headset for it. The slimmer phone made it harder to hold the phone at an angle between my ear and shoulder in a way that I could still hear what was going on whilst typing.

I kept having to ask Mac to hold on, whilst I put the phone down and made notes on what he'd been saying.

Sam saw me struggling, and came over to me. She took a pen and pad off the desk, whispered "You tell me what to write...", and leant over the desk, her elbows on the top, pen poised over the pad, looking at me, unconsciously mouthing the end of the pen. My eyes took in the curve of her back and hips as she stood there.

"Mac... Hold on a second. This isn't working." I explained to him about the phone and headset problem. "I've got... well, I'll get my secretary - " Sam looked at me and smiled. " - to take notes, but I'll need to repeat the pertinent bits of what you say so she knows what to write."

And so the conversation went on. Mac would explain his requirements, I'd summarize them, and Sam would take notes, all the while leant over, allowing me to feast my eyes on her curves.

After about five minutes, Sam stood up, stretched, and rubbed her lower back as if it was sore. She looked at me thoughtfully for a moment, then grabbed a hold of my chair and swiveled it away from the desk. Then she shuffled in close, turned around, and planted herself on my lap, slightly sideways on so that I had a good and very close-up view of her tits.

Her body-heat soaked through from her near-naked ass, and my cock immediately (and understandably) started to rise to the occasion, having only just settled down since her finger-licking routine.

Sam continued taking notes, and after a few seconds, she shuffled her ass around, doing wonders for my growing erection. I sat back and enjoyed it, occasionally sitting forward as much as I could to ostensibly look at the notes, but obviously get a better look at her tits. If she was going to play, then I was damn well going to make the most of it, especially as it was done with Angela's blessing.

At one point, Mac started to end the call, as it was approaching the time that we'd scheduled the call to finish.

"Mac, hold on, do you have another meeting to go to, or are you more-or-less free now?"

"Well, I've always got work to do, you know how it is, but if you want to discuss something specific, I can spare some time. What is it?"

"Well, I wanted to talk more about the interface between the application and your CRM system. That's an area I'm not so experienced on, as much as I hate to admit it. Do you have... oh, I don't know... say half an hour to go over some question?"

I looked at Sam as I said this, and gave her a hand signal to say "you carry on taking notes".

"Sure Andy, I can shuffle things around. Give me just two minutes, and I'll be right back. I'll put you on mute for the moment."

"No problem Mac."

I muted my end as well, and asked Sam if she was OK to keep on taking notes.

"Sure, but you do realise that this is not part of my baby-sitter duties?"

"And?"

"Well, I want paying for this. I'm not your bloody secretary; I've got work of my own to do."

"Hey, you're staying here rent free, this is payback time."

"Damn!"

"What's the matter with that?" I asked.

"Well, I was hoping to pay you back in other ways...." My cock leaped. This young, supposedly virginal girl was turning into a right little tease.

"... like cooking you dinner, which is so much more enjoyable than taking notes."

"Sam, just sit still and keep on taking notes. We'll sort out the payment later. After all, taking notes for half an hour really doesn't make up for staying here for nearly a week."

She sighed theatrically, and muttered "I suppose so"... giving another good little wriggle. "But there's something lumpy under me that's really quite uncomfortable. Have you got your mobile or something in your pocket? Or is it -"

She rolled her eyes at me. "Oh Andy, not again." She shook her heard, tutting, and turned away from me a bit... giving another delicious wriggle, more like a nice slow grind, as she did so. Then she dropped the pen between her feet, uttering a quiet "Oops!", and leant forward to pick it up, slowly. Again, her ass slid delightfully around my groin as she did so.

She sat up, and I looked at her notes again. I sat forward a bit, my chest against her back, and reached around her to point at the notes. I mentioned a couple of points where I wanted her to change the notes, each time moving my hand around the pad. As I did so, I pressed my forearm against her tits, and she turned slightly to press back against me.

Mac came back on the line, and we continued the call. At a few points, I again leant forward to read the notes that Sam was taking, and each time I either pressed my arm against her breasts, or rested my hand on the curve of her hips whilst I clarified something Mac had said.

Every so often, Sam ground her ass against me, and at one point, she lifted the pad to show me what she'd just written: "You're very uncomfortable to sit on!" I grabbed the pen, wrapped my arm around her waist, holding her tight, and she held the pad while I wrote, "It's just fine from where I'm sitting!" She playfully slapped my thigh beneath her, and returned to the notes.

Eventually, the call came to an end, and Sam started asking me questions about the work that I do. She'd never really expressed much of an interest before - like most people, as soon as I said I work in IT, her eyes glazed over. But today, she was interested... and she remained on my lap. That made it nearly an hour with a raging hard on, and my balls were starting to ache.

Eventually, I put my hands on her waist, took a moment to enjoy her hot fleshy curves under my palms, wishing that she was naked and I was holding her hips to pull her big, firm ass onto my raging hard-on. Then I gently pushed her off me.

She stood up, looking a bit disappointed. "Oh, Andy, don't you like me sitting on you?"

"Sam, obviously, I like it a lot." I pointed at my bulging cock. "But for a guy, sitting with a hard-on rubbing up against a nice shapely ass for an hour or more, can make it quite uncomfortable, and there's not much more uncomfortable than a sore hard-on"

She pouted. "Oh, I'm sorry Andy, I just got the impression you liked it. If you wanted me off, you only had to say earlier."

"No, no, it's OK Sam, I needed your help, didn't I?" I said, as if placating her. We both knew what was going on, that we were both playing games.

"Well, OK Andy, if you insist. Now, all this work has gotten me tired, so I'm just going to go for a lie down. Why don't you use the opportunity to ... er... how should I put it? ... relieve yourself, if that'll help with the discomfort?" She smiled shyly as she looked at my groin again, then she waved bye and flounced out the room, her hips swaying. She pulled the office door almost closed behind her, and I heard her walk down the corridor, and her door open.

I reached down to re-arrange myself to be more comfortable. I shook my head, thinking about the changes in her, and then sighed and started to turn her notes into electronic ones. But after five minutes or so, my hard-on was still insistent.

I pushed back from the desk, undid my jeans, and pushed them down around my hips. My cock sprang free, still constrained by my boxers, but having more room than when in my jeans. I reached into the boxers, and pulled my cock free. My balls were getting kind of sore, so I then decided to push both my boxers and jeans down around my ankles.

I took a hold of my straining cock, and started wanking slowly, relief already working through the muscles down there. I slid my hand up and down my throbbing cock, remembering what it was like to have Sam sat on my lap, almost naked, and imagining what it would have been like if she'd bent over, slid down her knickers, and then sat back on me, reaching back to pull out my cock and sinking down onto it, pulling my hands up around her to molest her tits through her bra.

I imagined her getting off me, standing up and turning round, and sinking herself back on my cock, groaning at the feel of it. Then she'd reach up and undo her bra, letting her full tits loose, pulling my head into her cleavage.

I slid down in my seat, wanking firmly - then I heard something behind me. I didn't turn, and didn't stop wanking, but, in my monitor, I could see the reflection of the office door slowly opening. That dirty little minx was watching me.

Time for a show again, I thought. I slid further down the seat, far enough for my head to rest on the back of the seat, and I laid back, closing my eyes, letting myself really get into the groove. Then, pretending that being stretched out like this was awkward under the desk, I slowly turned sideways-on, giving her a good view of my cock.

I started to breath heavily, moaning a bit, uttering the usual things: "Oh that's good...You feel so good against me honey... That's it... Wriggle that ass on me... Lean back baby, let me feel your tits... That's it... Oh honey, you've got the best tits I've ever held... Oh, so tight baby, so tight... Am I really your first? Am I the first one to take you? .... God, you're such a dirty little girl, and you didn't even know it... Acting all innocent... Jesus, Sam, that's good... You fuck so well, but there's so much more I want to teach you... Will you let me? Will you let me show you everything I know?... Will you let me fulfill your wildest fantasies?... Will you let me live out mine? ... Oh Sam, you feel so good..."

I could hear Sam's breathing behind me, heavier than normal.

Then I stopped wanking, slumping down in my seat. I mumbled "Ah fuck, it's not working. I'm going to have to go see her again." I slowly stood up, hearing Sam scurry away from the door. Her room was just next door to the office, and I heard the door open quickly.

I slid my jeans and boxers off, along with my trainers and socks, and took of my shirt, leaving myself naked, my cock throbbing in front of me. I opened the office door, and walked up to Sam's door.

"Sam?" I asked softly. No answer. Surprise surprise.

I nudged her door open a bit, and called again. Still no answer. I poked my head in the room, and saw her on the bed, face down on top of the duvet... and she was naked.

"Sam?" I called one last time, giving her the chance to pretend to wake up. She didn't. So I continued the game.

I crept up to her side of the bed, pretending to not want to wake her up. I uttered a low whistle as I gazed at her, pretending to be stunned by seeing her nude. But I'm not pretending, I realised. Her curvy form lay before me, sun-kissed after last weekend, delicious in so many ways. Her breasts crushed under her, bulging out sideways as she lay; her smooth back tapering down to an hourglass waist; her hips flaring, giving the best shape to her bubble-but ass; solid but firm legs stretched out behind her.

I leant over, and lightly touched her shoulder. "Sam?" I whispered. Still no response. I kept that finger on her, running it slowly and softly down her side, just scraping the edge of her breast, down along the ticklish spot underneath her ribs at the side, up over the curve of her hip, and round the bottom of her ass, following the crease where her thighs joined her bum, just like I had in the garden the other day. She'd not moved during this, not even a breath.

"Oh Sam," I whispered, loud enough and clear enough for her to hear. "You're so beautiful... so young... so innocent..." With my other hand, I started wanking myself slowly, letting my breath get heavier and louder. I tried to slide my hand a bit between her legs, but she was keeping them closed. Fair enough, I thought, I can touch, but not too much.

"Oh Sam," I continued. "That's so good honey... Do you want all of me?... Can you take any more? ... That's it honey, push, let me in... Oh jesus, that's good... You're so tight baby, so innocent... You turn me on so much... I can't keep my hands off you..."

I was still feeling her ass, stroking it, sliding a finger up and down her crease, not pushing inside, just lightly touching both cheeks were they met. She'd seen the DVD of Angela and I having anal sex, and been turned on, so I figured she'd be turned on by me approaching that area.

Ah, hold on, I thought. Would the camera have actually picked up that far down? Maybe she could only see to our waists or something, and not see my cock in Angela's ass. Maybe the angle was all wrong for that, and in her innocence she's assumed I was in Angela's cunt. I resolved to watch the clip to see what Sam would have seen.