My Christmas Gift Pt. 04

"I'll really miss being able to relax and enjoy your company Bob. You really are the dream guy I would love to be with."

"I really enjoyed you being here with me Cynthia, even just to set up my new purchases. I'm sorry we can't repeat this, but I will cherish my memories," then I added softly, "Every night when my bed, lounge and kitchen reminds me."

She chuckled as she left, giving me one last reminder of the rules, "Don't forget that not all companions are here for sex, so please enjoy whatever they are prepared to do. Who knows, you might even find that Ms Right one day."

"I will, but you will be a hard act to follow. You've set a high benchmark, and I don't just mean the sex. I had great fun all evening with you. So when I next buy something new I hope to see you then."

She soon walked away and I felt very lonely after closing the door, like a part of my life was locked out.

***

Monday morning I was still unsure whether to be happy or sad about my weekend, and my behaviour must have alternated between the two extremes. Janine commented on how I seemed to be in a weird mood.

I explained as much as I could, "I had a fantastic time Saturday night, possibly the best of my life, but it was only a one-off and I am in a funk over that. I had great company and it will always just be a memory for me."

"Sorry and not sorry Bob. Sounds like your weekend was spectacular, but here you are feeling sorry for yourself. I don't understand it. Why not look on the bright side, you had a great time. Who knows, you could experience as good as or even better times in the future."

I looked at her for a moment and thought of what she said, and it made sense. I smiled and put a hand onto the outside of her upper arm, mindful of the sexual harassment rules, "Thanks Jan. I will try to be positive about it, instead of wishing for things that cannot happen. You know, I feel better already about the companion night."

I then had a bad feeling about saying companion like that. I got the impression I was meant to keep quiet about it, then Janine said something that got me wondering.

"Funny you should say 'companion night', I had a phone conversation about that very type of thing recently."

That was all she said and I soon forgot about any details of our little talk except for thinking positively about my weekend companion. I was in a much better mood for the rest of the day as we got busy with the project.

I spent a few days thinking about next weekend and what I would do that was along the lines of being normal. I still liked the idea of beginning the evening with a meal as that is a nice way to get two people talking, especially if we are both helping prepare it. After that was the problem as I'm not an active person after dark, tending to watch shows on TV or use the internet on my tablet. That brought me to a stop as I got the idea of gaming, but not that shoot 'em action stuff. There were a number of online games I liked including cards, backgammon and mahjong. I sent an email to the company that this weekend I wanted my companion to arrive about six again and should like to play certain games. I knew this was dorky and not cool, but it was company for me, doing things that I liked.

#4

Friday came around and I received a phone call from Barbara about my coming Saturday companion visit, "We have someone lined up that we believe you will like, and she will arrive at six as you requested. She also likes to play the computer games like those you specified. So Bob, it's all planned. Have fun on Saturday. Bye."

Saturday arrived and I was looking forward to my evening companion. All the ingredients were on the kitchen bench, with the meat kept cool in the smart pan. I had hooked up my big screen TV to my tablet to make viewing the games easier from my smart lounge chair. It was back to a single seater and I really hoped it would stretch out as before so we could be together while playing. I kept my hopes at a low ebb so I would enjoy the company for the evening and not be disappointed if it remained at just the games and then she left. I was consoled by the knowledge I could relive my time with Cynthia in full memory mode if I ended up alone in bed tonight. The bed sheet certainly made for a good substitute for the real thing. Her curves and bits were copied in great detail for my pleasure. With my eyes closed it was like having the real woman in my bed, almost.

The front door bell chimed and I was racing to answer the door like a well trained puppy willing to please. My surprise was complete when I was met by a beautiful smiling woman almost wearing a red dress. If I thought Cynthia's outfit was sexy, this bit of material made it look like a granny sack. Helen walked straight to me and pulled me into a hug that I immediately returned, trying to work out how she came to be here tonight. She even kissed me on the lips before parting and letting me close the door.

"Hello Helen, I certainly didn't expect to see you. Aren't there problems with you being here?" Then I realised what I said without thinking and stammered to undo it, "Not that I don't want to see you, I love seeing you."

Helen laughed at my foot in mouth problem, "I love to see you too, so here I am. Yes there could be a problem if they find out about me being here, but I certainly do not intend to tell them," and seeing my relief that I hadn't jinxed her visit she smiled again, "Well come on, let's get tonight started."

I followed her to the kitchen, enjoying the view as usual of her hips and their suggestive sway, added with a little bounce at each step giving her cheeks a cute jigger. I was smiling all the way and fairly certain she was as well.

"Looks like you have everything out ready to begin cooking Bob. Just one thing we need to do before we can get started."

She turned to face me, closed the distance between us and with her arms holding tight, we kissed. She put so much passion into it I was worried my mouth would be pulled inside out, certain as well that the front of my pants must be soaked through with the pre-cum that I had to be leaking copiously from my cock. As quick as she began it stopped and without losing her smile she turned around to begin preparation of the food. Firstly grabbing her glove and chef hat out of her bag, followed by her tablet on which she got things activated. Satisfied the system was ready she then passed my cooking paraphernalia to me from where they were sitting on the benchtop. Her dining table chair mat was also placed on a seat.

When finished the cooking, we set the table and sat down to eat. I had learnt to remove my pants as I was sitting down allowing my bare butt to touch the chair cover.

The stir-fry was delicious, and her sauce made it really yummy. I had remembered to tone down the smart responses of my stuff so I wouldn't suffer from embarrassing orgasms at the meal table, although her sauce did make me moan a bit from the delicious flavour. I may have stopped my excessive reactions to food, but my guest had no such reservations. Pasta is nice with many good qualities, but Helen's body shivered with every slurp of those squiggly pieces. Red capsicum is a tasty addition to my meals, but I marvelled at my companion's foodgasms from eating them. I wanted to gather them all from my plate and pass them for her to eat. I almost came from witnessing her heavy breathing and jolting of her body. Her breasts quivered with every jolt of foodgasm, the extended nipples highlighting the movements through her dress.

She became so active with her multiple climaxes that I finished eating before her. Her smirk as she noted me putting down my fork was enough to get me worried, and rightly so it turns out.

With a pout and damsel in distress look she whispered,"Oh dear, I think I dropped a bit of carrot," sitting there with a hand raised off the table she theatrically let go of a noodle, watching it fall onto her lap.

She looked down then after raising just her eyes to look at me, she whispered again, "Bob, do you think you could help out a poor little girl for a minute. I dropped some carrot but I can't see where it landed. I would hate to squish it by moving the wrong way, so could you be a gentleman and find it for me. It hit my lap and bounced somewhere, it might be under the table."

I was almost laughing at her antics and clearly she expected me to do something, and who was I to disappoint a damsel in distress. I left my chair, ducked under the table and crawled on hands and knees towards Helen. There was no carrot evident on the floor, so I moved closer to her.

"Sorry Helen, but I can't see anything here on the floor. Are you sure you dropped it?" laughing at my silly question because I had watched her do it.

"Oh yes I am sure it's gone somewhere. Could it be on my shoes or lower legs?"

My smile broadened as her intentions were becoming even more obvious. I very slowly ran a hand over both shoes and up each leg as far as her knees and answered, "No, can't find anything here. Would you like me to keep searching?"

"You are such a gentleman Bob. Please look further, perhaps it landed on my upper legs."

I used both hands to feel the top of her legs and the sides rubbing as far as her hips and back to her knees before letting her know I was unsuccessful in my search, "Sorry Helen, but there is nothing here by way of food, but you do have gorgeous legs from what I can see extending past your dress."

I couldn't see her face being shielded by the table top but her voice portrayed a laugh, "Oh dear let me see if I can help you search better."

With the last few words she lifted off the chair slightly to allow her skirt to be raised to her waist. Her red knickers were only barely covering her pussy, and there I saw a piece of carrot on the chair nestled close to her crotch.

"I see it, now don't move while I try to retrieve it. My hands have been touching the floor so I will try to get it without using them. I would hate make the food inedible because of some stray dirt from my floor."

Her laughter was wonderful to hear as I put my face up against the inside of her thighs so my mouth could get a hold of the carrot. Of course I took my time enjoying the feel of her soft skin as I closed in on the offending carrot stick. The nearer I went the more I could detect the unmistakable odour of horny female, it also got harder to keep on target as she fidgeted. I eventually got to the escapee and gobbled it into my mouth allowing my full concentration to fall on her underwear. What was plain to see were the liquids soaking the small piece of material wedged in between her thighs. Also obvious was the lack of hair that would have obscured the shape of her body behind that material. I pushed my mouth and nose straight into her crotch getting wet in the process, and feeling her body jump at my sudden intrusion. I played with her clit that was mountainous from this close up, and her jumping on the seat became a slow push to increase the pressure against my face.

My hands then slowly removed her panties giving me unfettered access to her hidden delights. My first action was to grasp onto the clit with my mouth and gnaw on it with my teeth held behind my lips. This coupled with a couple of fingers that I repeatedly inserted in her vagina had her reach a climax very quickly. I gently kept up my mouth and finger activity until she settled down, only then realising her chair cover had not been fully covering her crotch when I first got there. Perhaps it sensed what was to happen and pulled back before I arrived. That was an eerie thought as it made it seem intelligent instead of just smart. More likely that she had pulled it back before dropping the errant vegetable. My own cover had remained attached to me, absorbing all the liquid my cock was oozing. I returned to my seat giving Helen time to get her breath back.

We soon cleared the table with dishes and utensils going into the dishwasher allowing us to move onto the second part of the evening. Helen had already logged into my home system before dinner and thus my lounge chair was doubled up ready for the two of us. We didn't even bother putting any clothes back on the lower part of ourselves allowing the lounge cover to wrap us all neat and tidy. My cock was still hard and the cover made sure that the shape of it was fully on display, and I could see her pussy was similarly defined.

We did begin a game of mahjong using my big screen TV but didn't progress much past the third round of tile removals. Helen had a hand grasping my cock through the cover and I retaliated with a hand spread over her pussy. Mutual masturbation made it impossible to think about matching tiles on the screen.

I made a suggestion, "Perhaps we could change to a different game."

Helen raised an eyebrow as she responded, "What did you have in mind?"

"I was thinking we could try a game of In-Between in the bedroom."

"Ooh yes, I like how you think Bob."

We immediately rose from the couch and dashed to the bedroom, shedding the few items of clothing we still wore. I was slightly behind her. marvelling at her shape and those jiggling bits as we moved rapidly. She quickly glance back at me and reached her hand back to take hold of my bouncing cock.

Near the bed I almost bumped into Helen when she paused. Then instead of climbing onto the bed she stood facing it to then bend forward so her body was supported, while keeping her feet on the floor. With her looking at me over her shoulder, smile very pronounced, she spread her legs and guided my cock, which was still in her grip, to her vagina. I may not be the fastest thinker on the planet, but even to me it was obvious she wanted my cock into her vagina from behind. As I have stated before I am a gentleman and will give the women what they want if I can. It was a pleasure to have a tight grip on her cheeks as my cock plunged into her. We both gave a moan of delight as it disappeared into her depths. I didn't even need to give her time to adjust to me as she pushed backwards to get me moving. Too soon I was pumping my cum into her after she finished her climax.

We were soon comfortable on the bed spooning to rest before humping the rest of the night away. For the second Sunday in a row my cock was a bit sore, and I was loving it. We had a tasty breakfast of fresh fruit and yoghurt. Eventually Helen had to leave still wearing her sexy small red dress.

"Thank you Bob for a wonderful night. Sorry that this is the only time we can do this. I will miss being with you, you really are the best."

"It was great Helen, I know you can't return, but I will remember this for as long as my smart furniture lasts."

#5

The following week was just another normal time, except Janine continued working closely with me. She began taking her breaks with me as well, not that I complained as she would turn up at ten with two coffees from the nearby coffee shop. On Wednesday I took in some food for our coffee breaks, and extra to snack on with our lunches. The advantage of a gourmet kitchen is that it is so easy to produce great tasting foods. My cakes, biscuits and slices were phenomenal, even if I do say so myself. She was great to be with and I looked forward to seeing her each day, although always mindful of the company policy especially as I was her line supervisor. When possible I included other people in our breaks.

I let it slip one day that I had pseudo dates each weekend when I would entertain someone at home. I tried to emphasise that it was just friendly get-togethers and not a dating service situation. I know I might have blushed a bit too much when she wheedled details out of me about what I did on these make believe platonic times. I tried to keep it to just the basics of a meal followed by movies on TV or a night of card games. Her pursuit of more information was like a detective looking for clues to a crime, but I managed to keep only to the basics for public consumption. Janine showed a lot of interest in my weekend activities and I found out she was alone much like myself. I assumed listening to the highlights of my life gave her hope for her own.

I slipped out one day while discussing our social lives, "I can't believe that a beautiful and intelligent woman like you are doesn't have a full calendar of dates with guys. Surely they are lining up to ask you out."

She gave me a funny look and scoffed at my silly comment, "It's not as easy as you think, I'm waiting for the right man to ask me out. The right man I know is blind, deaf and dumb."

We would have continued this except the other guys who were sharing the break with us laughed at our comments and continued it with jokes. We let it go and I got worried I had said the wrong thing and upset her.

Thursday brought the regular phone call from Barbara to check on my plans for the weekend visit. I had tried to think of something original, but after the last two visits my mind was blank. This week I expected to receive the first of my official companions but Barbara wouldn't tell me anything about who was coming. Unless I specifically asked for a return visit the identity had to remain a secret per company policy. I decided at the last minute that we could watch television and just have quiet night relaxing. This service was, after all, just providing company for a normal night at home and this is one of the 'normal' things I do. She hung up after confirming that my guest would arrive at six for dinner with me, then we would settle in front of the TV.

***

Three minutes before the hour my doorbell chimed and I excitedly opened the door to greet my Saturday evening visitor. Extending my hand to welcome my guest I paused to gawk at her appearance. Bright red hair flew in the air in all directions framing a face that was delightful and full of freckles. Her body was curved in the manner of my last two visitors, and could easily be seen even though she was covered. Wearing tight, brightly coloured leisure clothing she was a sight to behold. As I regained my ability to converse like normal people, she giggled sending tingles up and down my spine. I recognised that giggle from previous phone conversations.

"I can only guess that you might be Barbara, welcome."

She giggled some more and answered, "You are correct Bob. It really is fantastic to finally be able to meet you in person."

"And you are even better than I imagined from just listening to your voice."

With a glowing smile she stepped closer, threw her arms around me to give me a kiss on the lips. I responded with as much energy as she put into it, if it went any further I would have been fucking her straight away on the entry hall floor. Her kiss was the most passionate and sensual I had ever experienced, her lips were so soft. It took ten minutes for us to make it to the kitchen.

Still smiling she gave a deep breath before speaking, "Now that was a greeting I will never forget, but let's have dinner first."

As I began preparing the food she got out her chef hat and glove, then her tablet to log in to my system. I was used to this and barely noticed her getting ready. We were soon working together like we had been long time partners at cooking thanks to the smart kitchen system. Barbara continued chatting while we cooked showing an amazing array of methods to get me to tell her about myself. I'm not in the habit of talking about myself, thinking it was better manners to listen to others. In the process I learned about how she was single and had been working for the company since it started. Her red hair did allude to a very lively personality that was proven true, as she loved being active, meeting new people and going places. I got worried when I heard this as she was almost a polar opposite to me, but then I kicked my own butt at how this was only a one night stand. The company would not allow her to have a romantic relationship with customers, so this was just giving her a chance to meet me. I loved making humorous statements after she showed an easy sense of humour and giggled a lot. I then found that the smart kitchen also allowed for sensory amplification as her giggles had a much more pleasurable effect.