My Christmas Gift Pt. 04

Sitting at the table was a laugh as we both tried to shuffle our pants down as we sat, so the chair cover could wrap us in contact with flesh. This is the best way to eat, with the covers being able to act directly on the erogenous zones. Before I had just unzipped my pants so the fly was open, but this time I reverted to my normal way. It seemed Barbara was the same and removed her tight pants altogether. Not to be seen as a wimp, I followed her example.

I was half expecting Barbara to 'accidentally' drop some food while we ate as had occurred last time, however I somehow dropped some from my fork. The sliver of meat should've been well and truly impaled on the fork before lifting to my mouth, yet it somehow slipped off landing on my lap. I watched it drop, wondering at how it got there when a flurry of red hair appeared from under the table.

In a frustrated motherly, albeit laughing, voice she chastised me, "Oh you are a messy boy Bob. Look at what you did, now I have to clean it up."

I laughed at the way she might have somehow orchestrated my clumsiness, or perhaps the smart dinner system must have more tricks than I had yet found. Maybe she had programmed for me to make a mess, but I was not going to complain as she fitted her lips around my already hard cock. Again I noted that the chair cover that had been tightly wrapped around me had miraculously loosened off just as the head appeared. I knew she had not touched it, so it must have removed itself.

The suction combined with her lip and tongue activities had me squirming with delight. Without thinking my head fell back to rest on the chair, my eyes closed and mouth open. She was good, very good, maybe the best ever. I had no chance to last very long and my climax hit quickly letting loose strings of cum that she greedily swallowed after giving a little squeal of delight. Her continued suction ensured I would have little if any post orgasm leakage.

"Thank you Bob, that was a wonderful dessert. You filled up the little bit of room I had left in my tummy."

"No, I must thank you Barbara. That had to be the best I ever had. You truly are amazing."

Getting her smile then giggle, "You are welcome Bob."

Clearing the table and relocating to the lounge room I was surprised the lounge was still a single seat.

"That's odd, the chair has normally extended to have room for two."

"Oh Bob, not tonight. I want to sit on your lap as we relax. I was hoping for as much of your loving as I can get."

Who was I to argue, so I sat down after grabbing the TV remote, followed by a now naked woman who immediately removed my shirt. She felt fantastic in my arms, sitting on my lap with her head resting against my shoulder. I forgot to turn the TV on, being sidelined by the feel of this sexy woman. Another giggle that sent more than shivers through me as she took the remote and set the TV going, shuffling the channels to stop at the cop shows. That was as much notice that I took of the TV before the red head on my lap grabbed my attention with another passionate kiss. We made out most of the evening like a pair of horny teens, except for her placing my erection inside her vagina and holding it there for a long time. I had never had an erection last that long and never lasted that long without shooting my wad. Perhaps the smart chair cover had something to do with my ability to hold for so long. I sure hoped it remembered her body for future recall.

After a couple of shows went through the normal talking, car or foot chases, then shooting scenes we went to bed. I don't think I even found out which police dramas had been played. I was again amazed at how my sheeting acted while I had another person in bed with me. It delayed its wrapping until we were settled, then at key moments seemed to slip into the perfect position to capture all liquids expelled from our crotches. Barbara was a squirter and I was drenched a number of times during the night only to be instantly dried off when she stopped expelling her liquids. My sheet was quick to grab it all. When we finally became too exhausted to continue with the sex felt like my sheet moulded to our bodies and tucked us in. We could stay cuddled in close contact without worrying about balance or holding each other tightly. The sheet did all the work, at least that is what it felt like to me. I mentioned it to Barbara over breakfast and she just shrugged, smiled and said, "Of course it did."

We had a light morning meal before a last round of sex at the dining table, with my cover rolling itself to keep us on the chair regardless of what we were doing. At one time I was positive we would fall over and land on the floor, but we remained seated and safe.

She gave me a long farewell kiss that outshone her greeting kiss before sadly saying goodbye, "I'm going to remember our night together for the rest of my life Bob. I know we are such different personalities but I feel a deep connection to you, even from only talking on the phone. There is something about you that satisfies a large part of me, it's a shame we cannot repeat this again. I would never find another job like the one I have and I need it. Sorry to say this but I would fall in love with you so easy, even though we are not totally compatible. Bye Bob."

"Oh Barb, I know what you mean. I loved being with you, and I agree about a connection being felt just from our phone conversations. I will say that I have never experienced anything like the last few weeks. You are an amazing person, but I also felt similar about Helen and Cynthia. I would not be able to choose one of you over the others, so maybe it's for the best we cannot have a relationship. It would drive me insane to need to choose between you."

Barbara smiled and giggled at my words, instead of being hurt as I half expected, "Yes Bob, I know what you mean. The three of us are good friends but I don't think any of us would want to be with you at the expense of the other two missing out."

With that she left without a further word. I slowly closed the front door after I lost sight of her. I had some really great memories to think back on, even though they will be tinged with a little sadness at lost opportunities.

#6

Monday at our morning break I uncovered my fresh blueberry muffins to the oohs and aahs of my work group. After word got around of my cooking prowess and the delicious snacks I brought to work everyone was now crowding around me in the break room. I was pleased I had baked enough for everyone, even with a few to spare for my lunch. Janine was somehow always in the seat next to me at the table, then I had noticed it was always left empty by the others for her arrival. I was worried that we would get into trouble with the hierarchy if they got wind of any type of relationship within the workplace. There wasn't one of course, but the group we worked with seemed to act like we had one. Nothing was ever said or even hinted at. I relaxed before the end of the week after nothing was said to me by my boss. I guess they thought it was a fun joke or something. I had to admit that I loved to look at Janine, finding her very sexy, as well as great company and extremely easy to talk to. If I ever found a woman to be with for the rest of my life I hoped it would be someone exactly like her. Company policy sucked big time, and not just the one I worked for.

Thursday arrived and I had decided this week that it had to be the official start of my home companion service. I tried to put the three women from the smart service out of my mind, although that was near impossible as every evening I was shooting my wad to the memories my system could recall in vivid detail. Except for the lack of human interaction the smart system was fantastic and could get my motor revving to completion every time. It helped that I could close my eyes and use my brain to enhance what I could feel and sense through the bed and chairs.

Barbara was very friendly to me when we talked by phone, I got the feeling she was trying to say more to me than her words. It became obvious that the conversations must be recorded for 'teaching and quality assurance' purposes so I tried to treat her as just a receptionist. She still wouldn't tell me what was going to happen this weekend even though I tried to find out. Her giggles sent shivers throughout my body, and with the aid of my chair cover I actually shot off. Barbara correctly interpreted the sounds I made as I climaxed, laughing as she listened, "Sounds like you are having a good time in your lounge tonight Mr Smith, hope it has nothing to do with me."

I wanted to let her know the cover had just mimicked her blowjob and tried without coming straight out and saying it, "This system is so good that it is able to recall things I experienced that were the best ever. I have to admit Barbara that your giggles and voice bring out the best in this chair. It is like you are on my lap here in person."

"Ooh, you are naughty Mr Smith. You know very well that I would not be allowed to be there in person."

We talked a little more as she inputted the details for this weekend. Afterwards I sat back and found I was looking forward to meeting my first real companion. Curious to what she would look and be like. I doubted she would be as sexy and beautiful as those I have already entertained, but this time it'll be for real. I real woman who is looking for companionship like I am, and wanting to experience the appliances I have purchased. They are expensive to buy so I wasn't surprised that people couldn't afford them, but it is a surprise that this companion service exists.

All day Friday I was nervous about my weekend and found the guys in the office were making jokes at my expense. They were funny though, making me laugh with them. Janine was possibly the worst offender as she would make any excuse to quip at how I must have a very important date this weekend to have me so on edge. I wasn't very effective, making mistakes and missing items, but I noted the others took up the slack for me. At the end of the day I thought back and was really appreciative of the way they had my back. It was as though they all actually liked me. I wrote a quick email to the group, thanking them for the great work they had put in on the project and in assisting me. I couldn't say outright that I was a lousy worker that day, as all internal correspondence was viewed by upper level management, but hoped my team got my meaning. Besides, a positive memo about everyone in my group would only help their standing within the company.

As Janine was leaving for the day she stopped by my office to wish me a good weekend, "Hope your weekend is as good as you want boss. If your nervousness is any guide it will be a hit on the night. Have fun."

I looked with appreciation for her words, and an extra look for how sexy she looked even at the end of a workday, "Thanks Janine. You have fun too."

"Oh, I'm positive I will Bob. perhaps we can both have a fun time."

I looked at her perplexed by what she said, not quite understanding what she was referring to, but she walked away before I could query her. Shrugging my shoulders I quickly forgot as I closed up my desk and went home. Logging on to my home internet I received an email from an unknown sender and would have ignored it as potential spam except for the title, "Wish I was there Saturday."

The email was from Cynthia, Helen and Barbara and the message thanked me for the great time they each had with me over the past few weeks. They wished me luck with future companions and for my search for a permanent partner. I was touched by their thoughtfulness towards me as it went far beyond anything they would do in a professional capacity. I got the feeling they were indeed personally sorry that they were not allowed to try a relationship with me. This made me feel sad that I might have already met my dream woman and not be allowed to date her. I could only guess that the company they worked for must have a wonderful compensation package for their employees that they were not willing to risk loss of employment. I'm not stupid enough to think that just because we had fun and enjoyed being together that it would automatically mean we were compatible for long term relationships. It did stink that we could not even try to see where it might lead. The last part of the message was a taunt about the woman who will be visiting me this weekend. They were sure I would be surprised and happy at their choice.

I returned a thank you email to them, and said it would take someone extremely special to outshine the three visitors I had already been with. They will be a hard act to follow. Their response was a laughing emoji, together with three hearts. I had a smile on my face the rest of the night, and found myself in bed with three virtual female shapes. My bed system was going all out tonight as though it knew I had my heart given to three. I was a little surprised and curious at a different feminine shape popping up in the morning. It was of a woman whose naked body I was not familiar, yet seemed as though I should know it. Frustrating, but the masturbatory sex was a great way to start my Saturday.

Six couldn't arrive fast enough but eventually it tolled on my clock, and my doorbell chimed just as the clock was finishing its call. I had already checked the house for cleanliness and that all was prepared for my companion. Eight times I had done this since mid afternoon, I was glad because it showed I couldn't be that nervous, haha. With a little shaking in my hand I opened my front door to greet my company for the night.

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Thanks for reading.

Undecided about writing chapter 5 or leave it up in the air.

-GfG