Sowing the Seeds

"Do you mind if I move this down just a bit, Lisa? Your whole back is totally in knots."

Lisa had just begun drifting off, but muttered something affirmative. Jim carefully pulled the towel down to her lower back, giving a small grunt when he spotted the lacy negligee.

"Nice," he said.

Lisa muttered a small "thanks" automatically, but immediately zoned out again when she felt his strong fingers on her back. She soon realized that he hadn't been exaggerating about his hands. All her other concerns seemed to drift away as the whole of her awareness focused itself on his amazing touch.

A little while later, she felt his weight shift on the bed and realized that he was now working on her lower back. She felt tingles of pleasure radiating from where his hands pressed down on either side of her spine. A small part of her mind wondered that she could feel his warm palms directly against her skin, but the overwhelming feeling of relief and contentment drove it from her thoughts.

She distantly sensed him move again and begin massaging her ankles, gradually sliding his wonderful hands over her calves before kneading her thighs. She hadn't realized how sore they were from all the walking they'd done, as well as from the long hours of sitting in depositions. When he reached her uppers thighs and his powerful thumbs began squeezing the tightness out of her muscles, she was just dimly aware of his position behind her. It was only later that she realized that he must have had quite a view up between her legs, with her rear only barely covered by her small thong.

Lisa's whole body felt like Jell-O -- a very happy and relaxed Jell-O. It would be perfect just to drift off to sleep right now, she thought. Something nagged at her mind -- something she was supposed to worry about -- but it flitted away as soon as she made an effort to grasp it.

She woke with a start at the sound of snoring, and giggled as she realized that it was her own. She could barely feel the rest of her body, almost as if she was floating high up above it. Her mind was swimming in circles from the alcohol and the effects of the massage, but as she lay there for a minute, she knew that the moaning she heard was her own, in response to Jim's continuing massage of her aching muscles.

For some reason, it didn't bother her much that he was squeezing her ass cheeks, hitting various pressure points that she didn't even know she had. She had never really had a good massage before, and she vaguely wondered if they could make this a regular thing, before something told her that that might be a bad idea.

In the end, the strange feeling in her breasts and between her legs snuck up on her so gradually she didn't really notice it until she was unconsciously trying to squeeze her legs together. Each time Jim would knead her ass, her cheeks would spread apart, causing her pussy lips to open and then close again; some of his movements simply caused them to rub against each other back and forth, over and over. The friction and spreading, along with a soft warm breeze against her bare asshole and pussy lips, was definitely starting to turn her on and she could feel herself starting to get wet.

"Wait..." she thought suddenly. "How can I...?"

It was then that she felt what reminded her, ironically, of Dave's scratchy cheeks brush up against her inner thighs and something soft and wet slide smoothly along the skin between her right thigh and labia. Feeling like she was trying to pull herself up out of a deep well of relaxation, Lisa noticed with a small jab of concern that her legs were spread slightly and she could feel the pressure of Jim's legs down lower against her calves. She twitched and tried to close her legs, but something was holding them open and she could only lie there dazed while she felt the soft warm tickling feeling trail up the right side of her labia and over the sensitive skin above her pussy. She gasped as it circled her asshole several times before sliding back down the left side of her pussy lips -- almost but not quite touching them.

Lisa was quite definite that she felt a light fluttering sensation over her clit and she tried to sit back and turn her head, but just then Jim shifted forward and rubbed his hands from the small of her back all the way up to her neck. She was pressed down into the bed from his weight and couldn't move. It was then that she felt something else - something soft, yet hard - brush against her inner thigh, just below her vulva, and like the other thing it seemed to leave a trail of wetness on her skin.

Later, she would feel ashamed that she didn't realize more quickly what was going on; but then, she would remind herself, she was under the spell of alcohol and his amazing hands.

"Jim," she tried to say, but her mouth felt so dry it was hard to get the words out.

"Jim," she tried again. She was now feeling quite a bit more awake, though still woozy. She reached down along her sides and found that her negligee was bunched up under her armpits and when she reached lower she couldn't find the straps of her thong. Through the inexplicable throbbing in her pussy and tingling in her nipples she felt a moment of fear and her heart began beating faster.

"What happened... where're my panties?" she asked weakly. Jim was massaging her shoulders again, which caused her to moan in spite of herself.

"They were just getting in the way," he whispered in her ear.

Just then she felt something hard and long sliding up between her ass cheeks and finally she grasped the fact that Jim was poised on top her, naked, with his bare cock mere inches from her pussy.

"What are you doing?" she asked in a quietly dangerous voice. Part of her groggy mind was trying to run through various scenarios of lawsuits and police involvement, but she couldn't seem to think straight, and her body didn't seem to be cooperating either.

"I'm giving you a relaxing, full body massage, like you wanted, Lisa," Jim replied, with only a hint of nervousness -- the first she had heard since he had come to her room.

"I don't remember ever saying that... that you could take off my panties," Lisa pointed out. "Or your clothes..."

Jim had settled down on top of her, his muscular chest against her bare back, and she could still feel his cock sliding up and down between her cheeks, gliding smoothly in the wetness it seemed to be coating her with. It felt amazingly hard and she could tell that it was quite thick. She tried not to think about how it felt rubbing along her cleft and even occasionally against the sensitive skin of her asshole and to focus on the potentially scary situation in which she found herself.

"Are you saying that you don't like the massage?" Jim asked, lifting up slightly.

Lisa thought of turning over then, but rejected the idea as it not only would bear her breasts to him but might put her pussy in an even more vulnerable position.

"Be honest, now," Jim continued, sliding further up this time until Lisa could feel his balls press against her cheeks. "You did think of this when you invited me over, when you asked me to rub you...?" His confident tone had returned, and Lisa found herself unwillingly examining her behavior since she had come back to her room.

Later, she would never be able to explain it or justify it fully, even to herself, but in that moment a series of feelings hit her like a perfect storm: the excitement of having a strong, powerful, sexy man desiring her; the depressing thought of Dave's relative weakness and inability to interest her lately, not to mention their constant fighting; the amorphous yet deeply-felt need that came from a lack of sex for months; and, of course - while it wasn't really a good excuse - she had drunk quite a bit.

For whatever reasons, the end result was that Lisa suddenly came to a decision, one that she would later come to question more than once: she wasn't going to tell anyone about this; nor would she scream and fight; nor even tell Jim that he was a bastard and should get off of her. She simply reached back and tried to take control of the situation, grabbing a hold of his thick cock where it was pushing against her.

She couldn't help but moan when she felt how huge around it was; much thicker than Dave's, though about as long. She stroked it for a moment as Jim groaned and thrust against her hand, then pushed it down lower so that it barely touched against her pussy lips.

"One rule," she said firmly, squeezing him tightly as if to emphasize her seriousness.

"Ow! Yes! What is it?" he asked, his voice cracking.

"We are NOT having sex," Lisa replied, finally rubbing the fat head in between her engorged lips. She felt herself straining backwards and her pussy clenching at his cock, but she resisted the urge to simply let him fuck her. "You can't put it inside me. Do you understand?"

When he hesitated, she squeezed him hard and pushed him away.

"Okay, okay! I understand. I mean, I agree with you!" he yelled.

Lisa went back to rubbing the head up and down her slit, feeling their juices mixing together. Now that she had made her decision, she felt much more aware of everything and she noticed that she was extremely wet and open - she had better be careful or he would slip right inside. She pulled him forward a little, but instead of allowing him in, she redirected the head down to her clit, which was quite swollen and prominent by then.

"You're right, Lisa," Jim continued. "If we gave in, it could get complicated. This way..."

"Just shut up and rub my clit, will you?" Lisa interrupted him. Even in her muddled state, she knew they were on extremely shaky ground and right then she didn't want to delve too deeply into the ramifications of what they were doing. She felt angry at him and angry at herself for letting herself get into this situation -- but she felt like they had already gone too far. She was beginning to feel distant pangs of guilt and wanted to put off the full effect until after they had at least enjoyed what they had already started.

Jim gently extricated Lisa's fingers from his cock and began rubbing it over the swollen knob of flesh he could feel protruding from her pussy lips.

"Mmmmm!" Lisa moaned. "That's it! Right there!" Wanting to get the most out of the moment that she could, she shifted her arm around to push her hand underneath her tummy and down between her legs.

"That's good. Oh my god, that's so good!" she sighed as her fingers felt the thick head sliding over her pussy. "Yes! That feels...incredible!" She couldn't remember the last time she had been so turned on or felt something so deliciously sensuous. She knew deep down that there was no way to really justify what they were doing and the sheer naughtiness of it seemed to make it even more intense.

"Hold on a second," she said when she could get a breath, grabbing his shaft again as she pushed up onto her knees, spreading them wide for him. His cock felt so large in her tiny fingers that she was relieved that she wouldn't have to try to accommodate the huge thing inside her vagina. A part of her was quite tempted, however, as he resumed rubbing it against her, occasionally sliding the head up and down between the length of her lips.

Just a slight push backwards, she knew, and he would be fucking her, filling her up like no else ever had. The thought of him plunging inside her, spreading her vagina wide with his huge cock, finally pushed her over the edge and she pushed back against him dangerously while she rubbed her fingers fast over her slippery clit.

"Oh god! Oh yes! I'm gonna cum!" she yelled, feeling the contractions begin deep inside her vagina. In the heat of the moment, she couldn't help but feel a lack, an emptiness, and she wanted more than anything to thrust herself upon him and damn the consequences.

In the midst of her orgasm, Lisa could feel a pressure against her cunt, and she knew that the head of Jim's cock was there, just barely pressing into her vagina and lovingly enfolded by her engorged lips. A sudden bit of rationality -- of fear, really - caused her to stop pushing back, but the powerful muscle at her entrance was now convulsing, literally sucking him in until there was at least an inch of cock inside her, spreading the walls with its thickness. The feeling was so amazing, so intense, that she cried out again.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming! Oh yes, it's so good!" she yelled before her screams turned incoherent.

"Oh god!" she heard Jim groan. "I don't think I can hold it." The strain in his voice reached her in the depths of her orgasm and she realized that they were on the edge of no return, if they hadn't already gone over.

Lisa somehow knew that her guilt would be exponentially worse if she let him fully penetrate her, much less come inside her, and she dropped down onto her stomach again, still feeling the spasms pulse from between her legs throughout her body. His cock slipped out of her reluctant pussy and she groaned in instinctual disappointment.

"You can come on my ass!" Lisa grunted back to him, as she fought to steady her breathing.

She felt his cock slide up over her throbbing asshole and for a long second, there was a strong pressure against her sphincter. Her muscles down there were still contracting from her orgasm and she wondered in distant curiosity if it might actually fit inside in her excited state. She suddenly worried that he had misheard her and a fearful thrill shot through her body as she opened her mouth to say something, but just then the fat head slid away from her tiny hole in the slippery mixture of their juices. She could feel every inch as it thrust up along her crack until the whole shaft was lying, stiff and pulsing, between her ass cheeks.

Feeling relieved and strangely grateful for Jim's restraint, Lisa reached back to squeeze her tight buttocks around his cock with her hands. He responded by moaning loudly and pushing forward. Lisa imagined for a moment what they must look like - this muscular handsome man crouched down obscenely over her naked body, thrusting his erection in between her ass cheeks while she pushed back against him. The image made her want to cry and touch herself at the same time, but then Jim sped up and she knew he was close.

Lisa felt his balls slapping against her now-swollen pussy, and suddenly Jim was yelling loudly and straining harder against her, nearly frozen as he shouted that he was cumming.

Lisa felt a warm liquid hit her neck and upper back and couldn't help but gasp in surprise at how powerful his orgasm was. His cock started jerking rhythmically against her ass and she felt more of his sperm hit her back, continuing for almost a minute. She was even more relieved that she had stopped him from coming inside her -- she was on the pill, but she certainly wouldn't want to risk it after that display.

She lay there for several minutes, catching her breath as Jim's cum dripped down her shoulders, her sides, and pooled in the small of her back. She couldn't help but giggle at the strangeness of the situation, but she knew that soon the guilt would hit her in full force and at that moment she decided that it would be better if she were alone for that.

"Um... Jim?" He had collapsed next to her and was now slowly stroking her hair.

"I know," he replied, reluctance filling his voice. He slowly pulled himself off the bed and started dressing. She watched him as if from a far distance, not interested in moving, though the sperm on her back was liquefying and beginning to make her uncomfortable. All of her energy was focused on not thinking about what had just happened or how it might affect her life. She wanted at least a few more moments of ignorant, satisfied bliss.

Before he left, Jim brought a towel from the bathroom and gently cleaned her neck and back, deftly pulling the blanket and sheets out from under her, then on up to cover her nakedness. He gave her one quick kiss on her upturned cheek, then smiled awkwardly and left.

Despite her best intentions to escape into sleep, Lisa lay awake for hours before she gave up and took a long shower, washing herself thoroughly and trying not to think about what had just happened with Jim -- a man who for all intents and purposes was her boss. By morning she had decided, after a cycle of anxious self-recrimination and fitful dozing, that she could never tell Dave about what happened. It would just hurt him and cause needless stress to their already shaky marriage; and in any case it would never happen again. She had been drunk, exhausted, and taken advantage of, to boot!

She tried to shake off the image and feeling of her grabbing his warm cock, the pressure and wetness in her pussy, the sliding and jerking between her ass cheeks -- even the feel of his muscular chest against her back.

It kept popping up in her mind, though, sending a tingle to her pussy each time. Even now, she could feel a slight soreness at the entrance to her vagina where the thick head of Jim's penis had pushed in and spread her more than she was used to. As she packed, the pleasant ache grew into a warm throbbing between her legs and she barely resisted the urge to touch herself. When she was finally packed and ready to go, she slid her skirt down and pulled open her panties to find the gusset soaked.

Taking a deep breath and shaking her head -- which her hangover made her regret immediately - she pulled up her skirt and grabbed her bags, determined to put this behind her no matter what. Before she made it to the lobby where she spotted her cohorts at the check-out counter, she had resolved to act as if nothing happened, and hopefully Jim would do the same.

Besides a few strained smiles and an awkward silence which Lisa hoped would be put down to exhaustion and his own hang-over, Jim made no sign in front of Jennifer that anything strange had happened. When they sat together on the plane, Lisa interrupted him several times when he tried to say anything about the night before, and her obvious effort at small talk finally seemed to convince him that the whole thing was to be forgotten.

When she got home Lisa greeted her husband warmly and lovingly, which seemed to be a pleasant surprise to him, and she almost immediately began discussing the possibility of a trip away together, just the two of them.