To Liberate A Tiger

Anxious that Denise might spot him and refuse to continue he fearfully waved the young man away with a finger to his lips, desperately hoping that he would take the hint. The youth smiled, mouthed the word 'kudos' and gave Guy the two arm 'respect' bow before ambling away grinning broadly, leaving Guy breathing a huge but silent sigh of relief and with newfound regard for teenagers. He would have to keep watch more carefully, as he had promised to do.

The intrusion had defused his climax a little, but it wasn't long before the pressure was building once again and he knew that it would not be long. In fact he found that thinking about the teenager's interruption was bringing him to the boil quicker than usual. He imagined what it would have looked like from outside the car, with Denise's bottom almost plastered up against the side window. Shame she was wearing that loose dress, or the young man would have had an even more interesting view. Guy could feel the pressure building as his mind ran riot.

'Denise, I'm going to come very soon.' He warned her, his voice breathless with arousal.

She raised her hand momentarily in acknowledgement and redoubled her efforts, her mouth sucking and licking the head of his cock while her hand ran up and down his shaft. In his balls that familiar intense, almost painful, feeling of heat and pressure was getting to the point where he was gripping hard onto the door panel on one side and the back of Denise's dress on the other, holding on to her even though he knew she wouldn't stop until it was over.

'I'm coming.'

This time his voice contained the urgency of his imminent climax and he began to lift himself towards her mouth. Her tongue pressed down on his glans and licked the underside of his cock and her hand gripped him tighter, until suddenly he was there, stifling the urge to cry out into a groan as torrents of cum flooded from his cock into Denise's mouth. The climax was tremendous, brought on by her skilful mouth and augmented by doing it in a public place, it was without doubt the most intense and powerful climax he had ever experienced. He felt a seam on her dress give way as he grabbed and twisted at it in an effort to restrain the urge to push her head down his cock, and only her weight across him prevented him from thrusting upwards to fuck her mouth.

When his balls had finally finished pumping into her he slumped back into the corner of the soft leather seat, panting and quivering, his mouth slackly open and his hands falling limp beside him. In her mouth his slippery cock was rapidly subsiding, turning from potent rigidity to twitching limpness as her lips tried to suck the last drops from him. She gave up, releasing it, licking her lips and raising her smiling face. He smiled weakly back.

'Oh my god, Mrs M... Denise, that was so good.' He corrected her name as he spoke, the formal title seeming totally out of place in the circumstances.

'I'm glad.' She giggled, looking quickly around once more to make sure nobody had been watching. 'Want to do it again?'

His face carried confusion and regret in equal measure. 'I can't, not straight away.'

'Oh dear, and I thought young men like you were permanently rampant.' She teased him. 'How long before you're ready?'

He just stared at her dumbfounded, as she got out and climbed back into the driver's seat. The tiger that she suspected she possessed had just been liberated and there was to be no holding back.

'Are you serious?' He asked, unbelieving.

'I was serious before, wasn't I?' She countered. 'Can we use your place?'

'Yes, of course, if you want. But it's not very posh.'

What she would make of the two grubby little rooms he rented over his local convenience store he hated to think, but he wasn't going to miss this once in a lifetime opportunity.

'But it's got a bed, hasn't it?' She teased him. 'And that's all that we need.'

Fortunately he changed his sheets and duvet every Sunday, so he gave her the address and offered a little prayer of thanks to the gods of good fortune and washing machine engineers.

'Good, that's not far.' She nodded as she repeated the address back to him.

It seemed that she really was serious, because a few minutes later they were negotiating the ramps down out of the car park and taking the road leading towards his particular suburb.

'I'd never have believed I'd do something like that, in public I mean.' She remarked with a smile as they sped away. 'What would have happened if anybody had seen us?'

'Not a lot I shouldn't think.' He replied, trying to sound a lot more confident than he felt. 'Except that they might be jealous.'

'Eric certainly would, he'd go mad.'

They sat in silence for a little while, she concentrating on driving and he wondering how he got to be so lucky.

'Nobody did see us, did they?' She asked abruptly, perhaps picking up on something in what he had said.

'No, not really. There was a young guy walked past and glanced in, but he didn't stop so I don't think he saw much.' He knew his answer was a little economical with the truth, bit he didn't want to worry her.

'You were supposed to tell me.' She protested. 'Just how much did he see?'

'Well, I guess he saw your behind stuck up against the window, but that's about all I think.'

'He wouldn't have known what I was doing then? And he wouldn't have recognised us?'

'Not with your bum blocking his view.' Guy tried to keep the conversation light, worried that she might be angry with him.

She didn't reply and for a short while they drove in silence, and when she did finally speak it was quietly, as if to herself. 'You know, I think I quite like the idea of that young man seeing me with my bottom up and head down. I sometimes fantasise about going down on someone like that while another man has me from behind.'

Guy didn't know how to respond, and so he simply waited for her to continue or change the subject.

'You're the first person I've ever admitted that to. It'll never happen of course, and there's no way I could ever tell Eric.'

Another silence followed.

'Now, I've done something for you, so will you do something for me?' She asked him suddenly, glancing over her shoulder.

Sudden alarm showed in his voice. 'Yyeessss of course. If I can.'

He caught her answering smile in the mirror.

'When we get home to your place, will you take me from behind?'

She was looking at him in the driving mirror, and he was able to mutely nod a stunned assent. He was astounded at the way things were going. Only a few weeks before he had been grumbling to himself about his lack of success with the ladies and about how he always seemed to get the straight-laced sexless customers, and now here he was with a refined and classy woman offering to bend over for him.

'We'll be there soon, are you going to be equipped?'

She interrupted his train of thought with a diplomatic way of asking if he could get hard again yet. When he didn't reply she waited until they stopped for a junction and then leaned back and grabbed quickly at his crotch, finding a cock that was already responding to expectations.

Oooh yes!' She gave him a quick fondle before putting her hand back on the wheel.

Nothing more was said until they were turning into his road and he was pointing out exactly where he lived, but then, as they glided to a halt by the kerb she muttered something, more to herself than to him.

'Sorry?' he asked.

She glanced across and gave him a quick guilty smile. 'I can't wait.'

He led her up the stairs beside the store that led to is apartment, fumbled his key into the lock and pushed it open, showing her into the room that doubled as living room and kitchen, seeing it with new, critical eyes. He knew she would be far from impressed, but she had wanted to come to his place, and this was it, take it or leave it. He saw her give it a quick once over, but there was no sign of disapproval on her face, only unthinking acceptance of what she saw.

Come on. Let's find the bedroom.' She encouraged him urgently. 'And did you know you've ripped my dress.' She showed him a split seam down the side, the strap of her white bra showing through it.

'I'm sorry.' He vaguely remembered it giving way in the back of the car. 'I didn't realise.'

'It doesn't matter. Let's go to bed and then I can take it off.'

'As long as you're sure.' Guy still felt a twinge of doubtful anxiety.

'I am while I'm here.' She smiled wryly. 'Take my word for it. I wouldn't take the risk at home. You're nice, but I'd rather stay alive.'

He still wasn't sure, but he took her by the hand and led her through to the only other room. This was, he told himself, his big chance to make it with a customer, and it almost certainly would never happen again.

Again he was conscious of his surroundings, acknowledging to himself that his tiny bedroom with a shower cubicle in one corner beside the door to the toilet and washbasin, must have been far from what she was used to. It was also littered with discarded clothing and the detritus of living, even empty cd cases seemed to have followed him in from his main room.

'Your turn.' Her voice was husky with a passion that paid no attention to her surroundings. 'Undress me.'

He gazed at her unmoving for a moment while his mind soared with delight at her request. He tried to think of something to say, some way of reacting courteously yet sexily, but he'd never had the practise and his tongue failed him.

'Come on, I'm all yours, take my clothes off.'

'Wouldn't you like me to kiss you first?' Where the words finally came from he wasn't sure, certainly his normal bashfulness didn't shape them, but her obvious need was suddenly boosting his confidence by the minute.

She stood immobile, surprised by his request, until he held his arms out and walked towards her and then she responded to him willingly. Their kiss was long and deep, tongues finding each other and dancing together, and whilst they were still kissing his fingers found her zip and pulled it down, slowly and steadily, without rush but without pause. She lowered her arms to let him slide the dress from her shoulders, glancing nervously at the windows.

'Would you close the curtains?'

His bedroom looked out onto a school playing field, now deserted and unused during the school holidays, with the nearest building a couple of hundred yards away. He instinctively understood that it was Denise's usual caution and her fear of her husband that had prompted her, for nobody could see them through the bedroom windows, unless they were flying. He felt a sudden self assurance that he'd never felt before, and it was strong enough for him to deny her.

'No. Let the whole world watch if they want to.'

His tiger had now also been let loose. He had never felt so self confident, so in control, and he loved it.

Her eyes squeezed shut for a second and she shuddered in his arms, but he knew instinctively that it was from arousal as much as anxiety. He unfastened her bra and then, as it slid down her arms to fall out of sight, he hauled his sweatshirt over his head so that they were both naked to the waist, he wearing jeans and trainers and she just with shoes, stay-ups, and panties. He pulled her to him, feeling her soft breasts squash on his chest, her smooth skin rubbing against his body hair. He kissed her again, wriggling slightly to rub his front over hers, and then placing his hands on her shoulders he held her at arms length to look down at her.

He looked up and down her body, fascinated by the dark reddish brown of her nipples against her pale breasts, and by the breasts themselves, surprisingly firm and high for her age. But then her entire figure was like that, from wrinkle free neck to flat stomach she had the figure of someone twenty years her junior. He wasn't familiar with forty something women, but he was sure very few looked as good as Denise, and all the time he stared at her he felt intense self-conscious happiness that she could have enough interest in him to stand with her hands by her sides, letting him see her. It was the most exciting day of his life.

All of a sudden he crouched and pulled her panties down, threading them over her feet. She let him do it, feeling a strange pleasure at displaying herself, and then backed away before he could do anything to remove her shoes and stockings.

'No, I want to keep them on.' She couldn't explain why, but then he didn't ask, sensing her need for himself.

He stood up feeling amazingly in control and took off his own trainers, pushing down his jeans and boxers, his cock springing clear as he kicked everything away. Now that he was also naked they just stood facing each other, clothing left unceremoniously in two piles on the bedroom floor.

'God, you're beautiful.'

She glowed with delight at the compliment, even dressed in what her mother would have called a 'tart's getup' of stockings and high heel shoes. With a quick glance at the window for reassurance she did a twirl, spinning around before him to show herself off, feeling her pussy beginning to throb in readiness.

He smiled at her as she came to a stop, stepping forward to place his hands back on her shoulders before turning her around, then guiding her with her upper arms, he walked her across to the window, standing her before it and then reaching round to cup her breasts. She made no argument, but he could sense that her face was bright red from knowing that anyone walking around the football pitch would see her. The window wasn't visible from the road and she was miles away from home and even farther from her the haunts of her usual social circle, and so the chances of being seen by anyone who knew her were almost nil, but still she felt more nervous than in the back of her own car when recognition was far more of a risk. Nevertheless she let him display her, tipping her head back and leaning on him, covering his hands with hers and feeling her wetness increase.

She was taller with her heels still on and, when he pulled her to him to nuzzle the back of her neck, his cock pushed its way between her buttocks to bury its tip deep in her cleft, sliding along between her pussy lips. She wanted to bend forward where she was and take him inside her, but he was still holding her breasts, effectively keeping her upright and making her throb with frustrated need.

'Don't make me wait, Guy.' She pleaded.

'Not for long.' He promised, still moulding her breasts under his palms and trapping her nipples between his fingers.

'What are you trying to turn me into?' She asked, fishing for the answer she wanted, but not quite receiving it.

'Nothing you don't want to become.' He countered, more accurately than he knew.

She didn't respond. Instead she twisted gently free of his embrace and turned to climb onto the bed and kneel in the centre with her knees wide apart, lowering her face to the quilt and raising her bottom as high as she could. Then she waited quietly for him in the pose she had herself described as the most submissive. She would never have dreamed of doing this for Eric but with Guy she felt a freedom to express herself that was totally new to her. It was a beautiful and liberating feeling.

He stood at the bottom of the bed, gazing hungrily at her pussy, then, when he had looked long enough to turn her face pink again, he climbed onto the bed alongside her. She looked around at him questioningly, surprised that he was not behind her. He smiled, putting a finger to his lips.

'Don't be in such a rush, haven't you heard of foreplay?' He teased.

'Four, five, six play. I don't care, I just need it.' She told him, trying to enter into his banter but with the urgency of her need making her smile a little thin.

He shuffled a little closer and placed a hand in the middle of her back, as if to hold her still, while the other was laid softly on her bottom.

She relaxed and enjoyed his hand on her skin as he let his hand roam around her bottom, fondling and caressing her cheeks and then sliding his fingertips sideways down her crack, pressing slightly to tease her as they passed over her anus and then a little harder as he reached her vagina. Twice he ran the full length of her crack, but on the third pass he pushed two fingers into her pussy, curling the others out of the way. She groaned, pushing herself back against his hand, against fingers that had already sunk full depth into her very wet and slippery passage. He pressed against her back with his free hand as a silent request to hold still.

She adjusted her position slightly to allow him in as deeply as she could with Guy's fingers still inside her and then became still. He gave her back a tiny pat in acknowledgement and then moved his hand to underneath her so that he could cup one of her breasts, while at the same time beginning to push into her with the two fingers of his other hand, going slowly at first but gradually getting faster. Her face was turned away from him, but he heard her give the little moan of pleasure that confirmed the merit his actions.

He carried on thrusting his fingers into her, squeezing and kneading her breast at the same time, listening to her breathing as it became more and more ragged until he knew that she was getting close. She was beginning to move again, involuntarily twitching under the force of her arousal. He gripped her breast, holding her still by trapping her nipple hard between his fingers, then hearing little whimpers begin that could have been either pain or pleasure, or both.

It seemed that she was hovering close to coming but not quite there, and so he straightened one of his retracted fingers and pushed it into her alongside the other two.

'More!'

It was a plea rather than an instruction. She had turned her face into the bed and her voice was muffled, but he could still detect the urgency and the need. He pulled back his hand, straightened all four of his fingers together and worked them into her, stretching her pussy around them. At the same time his thumb found its way to her anus and pressed on the entrance, pushing her sphincter slightly open but without entering. With pushing all four fingers into her he couldn't get as deep as before, but it didn't seem to matter, she was crying out, tiny gasps and yelps of sheer enjoyment, trying to push onto his hand even against the restraining grip on her breast.

'Oh Guy, I'm coming.'

He was already pushing hard into her, and now he began thrusting with his fingers as far and as fast as he could, wriggling them at the same time, intending to tip her over the edge into orgasm. But she seemed to linger on that edge for ages, her body twitching, her hands gripping hard onto the bedclothes and her feet drumming, losing one of her shoes in the process. Then suddenly she was there. She raised herself onto her elbows, dragging her breast away from Guy's hand into a peak, threw her head back and cried out loudly but unintelligibly, unformed words tumbling from her as she went as stiff as a board for a moment and then shuddered and jolted under the force of her orgasm.

As her climax finally subsided she knelt panting for breath on the bed. He watched for a few seconds and then moved around until he was behind her, gazing at her very wet wide open pussy. She knew he was looking at her but she made no attempt to hide herself. In fact, even though she had just orgasmed she found his gaze exciting; ready for what she guessed was coming next. She crouched, trying to recover her breath, waiting for him to take her.

He placed his hands on her bottom, his thumbs pulling her apart to let him see both of her holes, and then he moved closer, inserting himself between her stocking clad thighs, one hand guiding his cock towards her cleft. He shuffled closer still until the head of his cock rested at the top of her divide, just under her tail bone, and then he ran it slowly down between her cheeks so that the tip slid over her anus before finally finding her pussy. She groaned contentedly and shifted a little, trying to lift herself and give him better access, even though he had already found her wetness and was sliding into her.