The Hunger Ch. 10

My toy collection was starting to grow and that was something I was happy about. I had other purchases in mind for the future, but that would require some additional disposable income. I had quickly come to the realization that my wish list far exceeded my budget and that I had expensive tastes in toys. My increase in income was something I was greatly looking forward to. Between my decreases in living expenses at the camp, the fact that I would be receiving a company car and expense account, and my augmented paycheck, I was going to be doing a lot better off financially. I had some good ideas where that would be going. Certainly some of it was going to have to be devoted to a new business wardrobe, but I could struggle along with what I had for a while and I had increased the withholding to my savings and 401K when I had met with my contact in the HR department. However, for the time being, I had done as much damage to my credit card balances as I was willing to absorb.

I put away my new toys and called it a night. I was exhausted. I did manage to summon enough energy to try out the egg and had a nice, mellow orgasm with it nestled against my clit before falling off into a contented slumber.

I managed to get up at my normal time the next morning. I was glad to find that I felt little if any left over aches and pains when I awoke. Perhaps there was an odd twinge every now and then but nothing really significant. My recovery was evidenced by my libido. I was my old self once again, horny in the morning. The suction cup dildo was waiting for me in the shower. I was very glad that my apartment building was not short on hot water. The dildo was soon attached to the back wall of the shower enclosure and I backed up to it, standing. It had been several days since anything had been in my pussy and its thick presence was a welcome relief. I happily bounced and pushed back and forth on its length while warm water rained down on me and my fingers hungrily sought out my clit and nipples. The resulting orgasm was wonderful. I was both happy with my new purchase and certain that it would become part of my standard masturbatory repertoire for some time to come.

Tuesday was another blur at the office. I raised the art of multi-tasking to a new level. The good news was that the time went fast. The other good news was that I was told to go downstairs to the parking lot and meet with my new boss. When I arrived, he handed me a set of keys and showed me my new company car. Wow! I hadn't thought that I would get it for a couple of weeks. It wasn't anything fancy but it was new and clean and had a lot more bells and whistles than my old junker. I was so happy. My boss also gave me a company gas card. That sure would be nice, I told him. He explained that he had wanted to give the car to me yesterday but the HR folks had to run a background check on my driver's license first, for insurance purposes. I managed to pull my head out of the clouds, thanked him, and got back to work. I also had to make some decisions about what to do with my old car.

I did manage to break away for lunch, although I ate it at my desk. I spent the time running down to a nearby shop to see if I can find something to wear on my "date" with Heather. Neither of us had called it a date, but we both spoke of it in similar terms without committing to calling it an actual date. It was just one of those "un-spoken" things that women sometimes share. Looking back, I can honestly say that we both saw this as a first date although we were both perhaps a little hesitant to come out and call it such.

The owner of the shop recognized me immediately when I entered. I told her I needed a "knock yer socks off" dress for a first date. She was very helpful and got me in and out in record time. I was out the door in 25 minutes, surely a record, with my new outfit in hand. I hung up the dress in my new car and went back to work.

The rest of the day flew by. I looked up at 5:30, noted the time, told my trainee to go home, flew out the door myself and was soon on the way to the gym and my appointment with Heather. Of course I had to call Sharon on my cell and tell her all about my new car and fill her in on the details about Heather. She just giggled a lot and wished me luck.

I saw her as soon as I left the locker room. She was as sexy and gorgeous as ever. My pussy clinched as soon as her eyes met mine. She said something to the person she was working with and came over to me. Talk about getting blown off. I almost felt sorry for the guy. I did say almost, didn't I?

Her smile was infectious and I fought hard to keep my eyes on hers. My eyes wanted to eat her luscious body up. Lust? Yes, there was definitely lust here; all doubt had been removed from my mind. She was so different than the other women I had been with. She reminded me of a high performance sports car, engine straining at a stoplight.

We spoke briefly, assuring each other that we were still on for tonight. I sensed a certain amount of excitement and expectation in her that I had also been feeling in myself. I rebuffed myself for reading to much into it and perhaps only seeing what I wanted to see.

She sent me off to do some quick cardio on the bike and then she would be back to take me through a quick weight workout. She informed me that she would be getting off work at 7:30 and that I could come pick her up at work at 8:00 after she showered and got dressed.

After I had worked myself up to a good sweat on the bike, she came and got me and we went to the weights. I could immediately tell that it had been a few days since I had worked out. My body was not cooperating at all. Ever the insistent trainer, she pushed me and I responded as best as I could. My body was jolted a few times when she gently touched me as she guided me through the workout and showed me different movements. Her hand felt more like a caress than a tool of instruction. Could I have been imagining it? The way our eyes met and held contact, and my feminine intuition, told me no. There was definitely more to it.

Heather was done with me by 6:45 and after a quick goodbye I flew out the door and was on my way home to get ready. I was in and out of the shower in record time. I re-applied my makeup and fixed my hair, going after a more sultry, sensual look than is my usual style. I relied heavily on some of the tricks I had learned from Sharon and Amy.

I rushed to my bedroom to dress. I made a quick trip through my lingerie drawer. A bra was definitely out with the dress I had bought. I decided to forego panties as well. What the hell? This was definitely a go for the gusto moment. I did decide to wear a garter belt and hose based on the assumption that if things did go the way that I dreamed, they might add to the imagery I was trying to create. I quickly had the black lace garter belt fitting snugly, low on my hips, and black, lace topped hose attached to the garters. I was getting pretty good at putting these on, I thought, as I completed the task. There is definitely a learning curve to it.

Finally I was ready for the dress. It was bright red, the color of passion. The front and back fell in graceful drapes of silk. It parted in the front to nearly my navel and fell in the back to just above my ass. It was definitely the most daring dress I had ever worn but I was pulling out all the stops tonight. A short time before, I would have never even considered wearing something like that. The dress made a statement and I hoped it was one that was not lost on Heather.

I looked at myself in the mirror and admired how the curves of my breasts were shown off by the way that the dress barely draped across them. The skirt fell to mid thigh and just barely covered the tops of the hose. I would have to be careful if I didn't want to flash everyone. That thought made me consider how Heather would react to being flashed, perhaps "accidentally." 'Hmmm, I'll play that one by ear,' I thought.

I added a necklace that dropped low and drew the eyes to my chest and a pair and sexy, dangly ear rings. I dug through my closet and found a pair of red, 4 ½ inch "fuck-me pumps," as Sharon liked to call them. 'If nothing else, I will be able to look Heather in the eye.' I thought.

I took a final approving look at myself in the mirror. 'If this doesn't impress her, then just forget it, you're beyond hope girl,' I told myself.

I found a suitable clutch to go with the outfit and loaded a few necessities in it and was soon out the door. I checked the clock in the car when I got in, 6:45. Wow! I couldn't believe I managed that so fast. It's amazing what you are capable of doing when properly motivated.

I drove back to the gym to pick up Heather. I had to remind myself to concentrate on my driving because I was so excited. My excitement was tempered slightly by a large dose of nervousness and self-doubt. I couldn't help but wonder if I was reading more into what I thought was Heather's interest in me. 'Was it just wishful thinking?' I asked myself. Perhaps she was just interested in me as a new friend. My new compartmentalized approach to his sort of issue finally won out and I resolved to let things work out as they might and simply go with the flow; time would tell.

When I got to the gym I parked and went inside to collect Heather. I noticed more than a few appreciative stares, from both men and women. That helped bolster my confidence a great deal. Heather was in the lobby waiting for me. Wow, she looked great! She was wearing a leather mini, a silky tank, and heels. I had to fight the urge to stare at the nipples pressing seductively through the fabric of her top.

"You look wonderful," she said, her eyes also taking me in hungrily.

"So do you Heather," I replied. It's sorta nice to be able to see each other in something other then gym clothes and soaked in sweat for a change."

"Yea, you do clean up well, but I do feel a little under dressed."

"Don't be ridiculous," I responded. "You look lovely. Shall we go?"

"Yea, let's go knock 'em dead," she said, giving me a sweet smile that nearly caused me to melt on the spot.

I led her to my new car and she complimented me on it while we got settled in the passenger seat. I went through the whole story about my new job and how the company car was a perk. I hadn't had a chance to set the radio buttons and I asked her to find some music. She found a soft rock station that was perfect for my mood.

I asked if she had eaten dinner and she said no. I suggested we grab a quick bite to eat before going to the club. We stopped at a little "Mom & Pop" diner I sometimes frequent and had a light meal before continuing our journey. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her during the meal and I was pleased to see that she seemed to have the same problem. My doubts about whether I was reading more into her being attracted to me seemed to diminish as the night went on. There was a bit of a struggle over who would pay for dinner but she finally gave in to my argument that she was a struggling college student and, besides, I had just got a big raise and the evening was a little bit of a celebration for me. That argument finally settled the issue.

Over dinner we discussed which club we should go to. Neither of us were especially big night clubbers and we finally agreed on a place that both of us had heard about but never been to. With an agreed upon plan and the bill settled, we set out once again.

After we arrived, I once again insisted I pay for our first round of drinks. It being a weeknight, the club was only about half full and there was no cover charge. The music wasn't disagreeably loud and seemed to be mainly techno/industrial dance tunes. Definitely not my kind of music but it was OK for dancing. I noticed that we were definitely getting checked out as we made our way to the bar to get a drink. That felt good. I had learned that being appreciated was a huge turn on and knowing that Heather was with me and just as appreciated was an additional thrill. I was feeling attractive and sexy and our surroundings, as well my companion, had a lot to do with that.

We were immediately descended upon by guys asking us to dance. I suppose the meager pickings on a slow night at the club made us look like prime cuts of meat. This amused us both and we amicably compared notes and chatted about the men when we were together at our table. It was obvious that Heather was enjoying the attention as much as I was. I didn't mind the attention that was being paid to her, as I seemed to be just as popular. However, always in the back of my mind was a certain degree of possessiveness. My plan for the night did not include sharing her with any testosterone filled hunk of meat, at least not that night. I wanted her all to myself.

At one point we were on a half empty dance floor at the same time. I turned and saw her behind me and pretty soon she and I and the two guys we were dancing with were all dancing together. Then it was just the two of us together. The guys apparently sensed that they weren't going to be taking either of us home and they disappeared. We were happy to just dance together. The fast beat that we were dancing to changed to a slower tune and it just seemed natural for us to flow into each other's arms. Feeling her body against mine was simply the most wonderful thing I could recall having happen to me. Our legs rubbed against each other as we danced and I felt her breasts pressed tightly to my own. Her breath was warm and sensuous against my ear. On more then one occasion our eyes met and locked in a long and glorious stare. I could see myself getting lost in those eyes. The song ended and I found myself kissing her. It was just a brief peck, but it held the promise of much more. I couldn't help but wonder if Heather felt the same way.

I hadn't noticed when we were dancing, but all eyes seemed to be on us. When we walked back to our table, I did notice the hungry looks of many men and more than a few women. We were swamped with men asking us to dance and drink offers after we got back to the table. We were both ready for a break and turned them down. It was obvious that our "performance" on the dance floor had stirred more than one male threesome fantasy.

We simply sat and talked for a while. It was a very informative conversation. Heather was apparently very curious about some of the little comments I had made about "my lovers." She sat there, wide eyed, as I told her about Jim and Sharon and my weekends at the camp. I didn't go into a lot of details about my sexual relationship with them, or others, at the camp, but it was obvious that what I shared with them was hardly traditional. I also made it clear that my relationship with them was not totally exclusive and that I was free to enjoy other lovers. This resulted in some seriously raised eyebrows. I also extended an invitation to her to join me at the camp some time. I didn't push her for a commitment, but made it clear that she was welcome to join me if she was interested. I just left that open for her to consider and mull over.

I then turned the conversation back to her. I did so in a sort of open ended way that allowed her to share as much, or as little, of her own sexual history as she felt comfortable with. She turned out to be very open. She told me that she had just left a relationship with a woman she met at the gym. As it turned out, the woman was "pimping," her word, for her husband. The husband was more than a little dominating and had pushed his wife into developing a relationship with a woman that she would in turn bring back to him for a threesome. Heather did not go into a lot of detail but it was obvious this had not been a very enjoyable experience for her. It had been her first experience with another woman, for both of them, and the other woman was less than an enthusiastic or skilled lover. I could see in Heather's eyes that she was pretty down on herself for being naïve and tricked into this scenario. I offered my understanding and support and let her know that while I had never been in her situation, I could understand how it could have happened.

I also went on to compare and contrast her situation with my own with Jim and Sharon and let her know there had never been any hidden agendas with us. We had all gone into our relationship with complete understanding of what everyone was looking for, even before there was a relationship. It had started as a fling and just grown from there.

Heather then went on to explain that while she had never actually sought out this other woman, she had been open to the possibility of a relationship with a woman. I took her comment as hopefully being something that was more directed towards me than just a more generalized comment. She said she was just looking for something "more" than she had experienced in her previous relationships with men. Apparently, she had had some rather bad luck with men. Her sexual experiences seemed to consist of a few men, best characterized as inexperienced, self-centered, selfish, and/or just plain lousy lovers. In a sudden moment of total honesty, she explained that she had never had an orgasm with a lover, including the woman she had just broke it off with. I told her that I could sympathize with her to some degree in that regard as well. However, I explained that my luck in that department had just hit a recent winning streak. That comment got a smile from her and it was obvious she was interested in hearing more.

Rather then dig into the juicy details of my recent sexual history, I explained that I had had similar experiences when I was her age. I told her that it had been my experience that young men were not the best of lovers, although I had a recently found a few exceptions to that generality. I couldn't help but smile as I thought of Mike, and his sexy wife Amy, back at the camp. I shared my theory that younger men needed training as lovers and that usually required an older, more experienced woman leading them on that path.

My last comment produced another wonderful smile on Heather's face. She asked, "Are you volunteering as a trainer?"

"No, I will leave that to other women that have the patience and temperament for it. I have other goals in mind," I replied and as I did I took Heather's hand in my own and our eyes met.

"And what might those goals be?" she asked, obviously flirting.

"I'll let you know later. However, I will say that my immediate goal is looking better and better all the time and does involve sharing some new experiences with a certain someone," I said, flirting right back.

"That sounds promising," she responded, her eyes locked on my own and her grip on my hand tightened.

"I certainly hope so."

We chatted for a little longer. I could see a lot of myself in her when I was her age. The same need to explore, the same wide eyed curiosity, and above all, the same passionate hunger.

Finally, I summoned enough courage to ask, "Are you ready to get out of here? We could go back to my apartment for coffee or some wine."

"Yea, I'm ready," she replied. Her eyes seemed sparkle with a degree of expectation when they met mine. "Let's blow this pop stand."

All eyes were on us again as we walked out of the club holding hands. I recall thinking that we were playing a central role in many male fantasies at that moment. I had to admit that the desire I sensed felt good, almost as good as feeling Heather's hand in my own. There was a definite connection there, but I wasn't sure what it was. For the first time I got the distinct impression that we were on a "date." Was it just friendship, or more? I was certain of the fact that I would soon find out.

The drive to my apartment was a blur. I remember talking to Heather, but if you asked about the specifics of the conversation, I would be at a total loss for an answer. My imagination was wild with thoughts of having Heather alone for the first time. Erotic images flashed through my mind as I imagined the possibilities. I struggled to temper my imagination with the idea that nothing more would happen than the offer to share a glass of wine. Even though I had been conservative on my drinking, my head was buzzing. I certainly didn't want to be pulled over for a DWI in my new company car. The buzz was not the result of alcohol consumption though.