Victoria's Secrets Ch. 01

Jack blinked. The sweat running down his face stung his eyes and he had trouble watching the small screen of his phone in front of him. A few more minutes and his hour on the elliptical would be done.

It had been almost a year since he had left school and started working for a technology consulting firm. In that time he had pushed himself hard at the small gym. It was nice having a place he could work out at the office. A great break during the day, and between the regular workouts and improving his diet he was twenty-four and in the best shape of his life.

He had no illusions that he was going to get work as a male model. But he was pleased with the results. He owed a lot of that to Gabriella. She had broken up with him months ago, but he still thought of her constantly. They had met soon after he moved into the Atlanta area, and despite the fact that she was gorgeous and he was in the worst shape of his life, they had hit it off immediately.

They quickly went from a first date to finding excuses to spend time with one another. And by the second month they were spending the night together most nights of the week. She had been a fitness freak, and had helped him with his own diet and encouraged him to start using the gym at work.

But apparently, he was too young for her, or so she had claimed. She was only twenty-seven and he was twenty-four. The real issue was that she wanted to start a family in the immediate future, and Jack had no idea when he would be ready. But a year out of college was certainly too soon for him, that much he was sure about.

The bitterness and anger he had once felt over her leaving had faded, and even though he still thought of her often, he hoped his improved physique would start to pay off with the ladies. He was tired of living in the shadow of Gabriella and was ready to meet someone new. He occasionally saw some women around his age at the small gym. Unfortunately, they seemed to always appear in pairs, and he knew nothing about any of them since they all worked for other businesses which also leased space in the building. So even if he wanted to talk to them, he had no idea how to go about it.

When the resistance from the elliptical suddenly dropped, he was yanked out of his thoughts. Looking down at the phone's screen, he realized he had missed the last several minutes of his show. Sighing, he stopped the streaming video and pulled out his ear buds as he finished the cool down. After he slowly came to a stop, he leaned over and rested for a second, breathing deeply before taking a long drink from the bottle of ice water he had with him. His whole body was worn out, but it was a good feeling, energizing in its own way; and the cold water running down his throat was refreshing.

Finally, he stepped off the elliptical and wiped some of the sweat off his face. When he turned around, he was surprised to find a woman on one of the stationary bikes behind him. Usually he noticed when other people came into the exercise room, but he must have been more lost in his thoughts than he realized. She was dressed in simple business attire, a pair of heels on the floor next to the bike, and a pair of sneakers on her feet as she pedaled a gentle but consistent pace.

"Hey," she said with a beautiful smile, a southern drawl in her voice. She had a pretty face, lightly tanned, which was framed by platinum blonde hair. He had seen her around the building from time to time, and even in the fitness room a few times, though he had no idea who she was.

From what Jack could see she was in good shape, but between the way she was sitting on the bike and the conservative business clothes he had always seen her in, it was hard to be sure. Though the calves showing beneath her skirt had a nice look to them.

"Hi," Jack replied, stumbling slightly as he tried to get the muscles in his legs to cooperate. Her smile widened, and Jack nearly blushed, wondering if she was suppressing a laugh at his poor coordination. He smiled back before making his way out of the gym and down the hall to the tiny men's locker room.

The room could hardly qualify as a locker room. It was a room, and it did have lockers, so he supposed it counted. But really it was a tiny changing room with a shower attached and six half-sized lockers built into one wall. The changing area was only slightly larger than the shower was.

Stripping off his workout clothes, Jack tossed them into a heap on the ground and turned on the water. Once it was warm, he stepped into the inviting spray and pulled the curtain closed. Leaning against the wall, he let out a sigh as the warm water ran across his back, the heat soaking into his sore muscles. While he relaxed, his mind turned back to Gabriella and before long he was imagining himself with her.

She was stunning. Beautiful dark eyes, caramel colored skin, a tight body from working out and leading fitness classes. In his mind's eye he saw her above him as he laid in his bed. Naked as she straddled his waist. His eyes drifted down from her face to her breasts. They were so round and soft, and as his hands rose up to cup them he could feel her puffy brown nipples harden against his hands. She moaned slightly at his touch, lifting herself up above him before deftly moving his throbbing cock to her wet hole.

As Jack soaped himself under the hot water, his hands roamed his tired body. And as his mind recalled the lurid images of Gabriella fucking him, they reached between his legs to find his dick growing quickly. By the time he was imagining Gabriella taking his thick cock and sheathing it inside her wet pussy, he was rock hard stroking himself, his soapy hand running down the shaft and over the circumcised head.

"Fuck me, Jack," she moaned as she rocked above him, her tight hole squeezing the head of his cock as she slid up and down on him.

In response, his hands gripped her soft breasts tighter and began to press his hips upwards into her, sinking his swollen head as far into her as he could manage. Groaning out loud, Jack squeezed over the tip of his cock, attempting to mimic the feel of Gabriella's pussy gripping at his sensitive tip as their bodies rocked together.

Faster and faster his hand moved over his rigid cock, and in his mind Gabriella's movements grew wilder to match. His free hand pressed hard against the tiled wall as she fucked him harder.

"¡Dale duro, papi!" Gabriella cried out as her head leaned back, her wavy black hair flailing as she began to bounce harder and faster on his cock. Most of his body tightened beneath her as he fought to fuck her harder; her cries became wordless screams as his ex-girlfriend came all over his cock.

Just as his own climax began to well up inside him, someone knocked on the door, ruining his daydream and killing his mood. Cursing silently, Jack called out, letting them know he was nearly done and would be out in a minute.

True to his word, Jack finished his shower and struggled into his pants, pushing his still erect cock down one leg of his jeans. Once he was dressed, he left the room, allowing one of the guys from the second floor, some accounting firm he thought, into the locker room. After putting a little bit of fiber cream in his hair, Jack was confident he was presentable for work. Grabbing his gym bag he headed out of the men's room and made his way to the elevators.

Walking down the hallway, he felt like he was about to go out of his mind, he had been so close to cumming and now without the much needed relief his cock ached to finish what he had started. Every step rubbed his pants against his swollen erection, sending waves of pleasure and distraction through him.

I'm going to be completely fucking useless today, he thought, and was already counting the hours until he would get home and finish what he started.

*****

Jack studied himself in the reflection of the elevator doors for a moment as he waited. He was a little above average height, with an athletic build; his blond hair was cut short, messy and a little spiked. He knew it was vain, but he couldn't help but stare; he still had trouble recognizing himself. Just then a flash of movement in the reflection caused him to turn, looking over his shoulder.

He turned back around quickly as the blonde woman from the fitness room came around the corner to the elevators. He felt himself flush slightly as he tried to hide his bulge and tried not to think about the fact that he had just been masturbating just a few minutes ago.

"Well, hey, again," she said, her voice cheerful.

Looking up, Jack forced himself to look at her, not wanting to appear as awkward as he felt. "Hey," he replied, forcing a friendly smile.

The wide smile she gave him in return brightened her already pretty face, but it also betrayed her age. Now up close, Jack could make out the smile lines and laugh lines of her face; though the laugh lines weren't as noticeable behind the heavy black eyeliner she wore. But it was enough for Jack to guess that she was at least twenty years older than him, even if the rest of her didn't look it.

"So," she began, almost nervously, "I just wanted to tell you that you are lookin' really good."

"Thanks," Jack responded, a bit of confusion in his voice.

She seemed to pick up on it since she continued, "I come down here a lot, and have seen you every so often over the last year."

As the doors to the elevator opened, they both stepped on and Jack pressed the button for the second floor from the top, and stepped back. The woman beside him leaned over and hit the button for the top floor.

"Me and some of the other girls upstairs have all noticed what a big change you've made," she explained. "How much weight have you lost?"

"Forty-five pounds or so," he answered almost mechanically, the question so common lately that he answered it by habit.

Even though the question had become common, it still left him feeling good. But the thought that a bunch of women had been watching him and talking about him -- that was something else entirely.

Women I don't even know are talking about me? His pride, and his cock, swelled a bit at the thought.

"Wow, very impressive," she replied.

"Thanks."

"My name is Victoria, by the way."

"Oh, right! I'm Jack," he said, still smiling at her as he scanned her body up and down. Standing so close to her, Jack was suddenly very aware that her breasts were a bit larger than he would have expected. Her clothes did a good job hiding their shape, but now that he had noticed he had trouble noticing anything else. Gulping slightly he turned away from her, hoping she hadn't noticed him staring at her tits.

But apparently, she had.

"See something you like, Jack?" she asked, her southern accent taking on a husky tone.

Before he could answer, she turned to him and began unbuttoning her navy blue suit jacket. As it fell to the elevator floor, Victoria pressed herself against him, her full breasts pushing against his chest. As incredible as her chest felt, his attention was immediately drawn further south when her hand began stroking his bulging manhood through his khakis.

"You poor thing," she said. "Is that because of lil ol' me? Seems only right that I should take care of it for you, if that's ok with you."

"Um... I... It's fine, really," he tried to explain. But the busty older woman ignored him and dropped to her knees.

Looking up at him, she gave him a wide grin, her pale blue eyes studying him intently as one hand worked at his pants while her other unbuttoned the top buttons on her light blue blouse.

Jack couldn't help but stare in wonder as Victoria's cleavage came into view. His breathing became more ragged as his excitement grew; his straining cock begging to be released from his pants as his eyes feasted on Victoria's bosom.

And then it happened, his cock sprang free, finally unrestricted by his confining pants; cool air brushing over the hot, hard flesh. The silken tip of his cock bobbed for a moment before settling to point upward, directly at Victoria's full lips.

"Mmm... you have a beautiful cock," she told him before taking it in her small hand. At first she just stared at it, pulsing in her fist as she gave it a few squeezes. Then her hand began to glide up and down the shaft. As Jack's pleasure grew, a drop of precum formed at the tip and then began to run down the underside of his head.

"Yes..." she hissed to herself before leaning in towards his cock. Her pink tongue flicked out, catching the drop before twirling around the flared head. Once the top of his dick was coated with her saliva, she took more of him into her mouth. Immediately, Jack gasped at the warmth and wetness surrounding him.

Staring down at her, he saw the top half of his cock vanish between her full lips, while her hand continued to stroke the bottom half in short quick jerks. Beneath her fist, her ample tits were on display. Her blouse had been undone well below her lace bra, the creamy color of the bra nearly matched that of her lightly tanned skin.

But as much as Jack wanted to see more of Victoria's breasts, he couldn't help but focus on her mouth. The way she sucked on his cock made her cheeks cave in; as if she needed to suck the cum from his manhood just to survive. Then her hand released his shaft, both of her hands reaching around to grab his ass as the horny blonde began to bob her head up and down on his cock.

"Oh... fuck!" Jack groaned as he grabbed the back of her head. His fingers tangled in the platinum blonde hair as it bounced wildly. Wet slurping sounds filled the elevator as Victoria hungrily worshipped his cock. Unable to stop himself, Jack began to thrust back at her, rocking his hips in time with her head bobbing on his shaft, pushing himself deeper into her mouth until her lips were brushing against the trimmed hairs at the base of his cock.

After his interrupted masturbation session in the shower, Jack knew he couldn't hold out long, and Victoria seemed to have no intention of dragging out the blowjob either. Pulling back off his cock suddenly, her hand grabbed his cock once more, slipping up and down easily over the saliva left by her mouth.

"Cum for me," she moaned. "Cum all over my face and tits."

"Oh, shit!" he groaned at her words as he felt his body clenching, his orgasm hitting fast and hard. Ropes of cum erupted from the tip of his cock, while the older woman kneeling in front of him continued to stroke him, up and down, pumping one sticky shot of cum out of him after another.

She didn't flinch at all as his cum landed on her face. If anything it seemed to excite her further, her hand moving faster as she opened her mouth and gasped in delight. A few more shots streaked across her face, one even landing in her mouth. And as she closed her lips to enjoy its taste, she pointed him further down so that the last of his load shot across her tits.

"So... Jack? Jack?!" Victoria called out, shattering Jack's fantasy.

Still standing in his corner, he looked over at Victoria in hers. Her suit was still on, no cum splattered across her face or chest. His cock was still throbbing in near agony inside his pants, though the fog in his mind bordered on orgasmic bliss. Suddenly, Jack felt incredibly embarrassed. Here he was, riding the elevator with a woman nearly twice his age that he didn't really know, imagining her ripping open her top and dropping to her knees to suck his cock like a pornstar.

Thank God she has no idea what I was thinking, he told himself.

"Hmm?" he finally managed.

"So... isn't this your floor?" she asked, giggling slightly as he realized she was holding the Door Open button for him.

Fuck, how long was I standing there fantasizing about her?

"Oh, yes. Yes it is," he said, laughing nervously. Holding his gym bag in front of his crotch, he stepped through the sliding doors.

"Goodbye Jack," she said, her voice softer and more sultry than it had been before.

"Bye Victoria," he replied quickly, turning to look at her again.

Victoria's arm moved as she pressed a different button. "You can call me Vicky," she said as the doors slowly closed. Just before they shut completely Jack could have sworn she winked at him.

*****

Not surprisingly, Victoria was in Jack's thoughts for the rest of the day. But she continued to consume his thoughts in the days that followed, and that did surprise him. He had seen attractive older women before, but never had he been so infatuated with one.

Occasionally his thoughts returned to Gabriella, remembering the fun they would have together, as well as daydreaming about the times they had made out, fucked, or even just laid in one another's arms. But usually when he zoned out, it was Vicky, not Gabriella who filled his thoughts. At times he simply thought back on their brief conversation in the elevator. Other times his thoughts were far more carnal in nature -- bending her over a desk, flipping up her skirt, and taking her from behind, or kneeling between her legs to taste her.

Even though Jack spent a lot of time with Vicky in his fantasies, he didn't see her very often. That was to be expected, he supposed. She worked for an entirely different company and spent most of her time on a different floor of the building; but sometimes their paths would cross in the halls and they would exchange a simple wave and a hello. Other times they'd stop and share small talk. She was always very friendly, and there were times at the gym he got the impression she was actually seeking him out. But he was certain that couldn't really be the case.

As the days and weeks passed Vicky seemed to give up on the business attire that he had grown used to seeing her in. She was always dressed professionally, but instead of the business suits that had cloaked her curves, she began to wear outfits that hugged her curves, showing off her body. Previously, he had thought she had a beautiful face and nicely sized breasts. But as the weeks passed, he began to realize that it was more than that. Her breasts were far larger than he had originally thought, and her entire body was curvy and stunning.

And while those brief and pleasant run-ins provided ample fuel for his fantasies, he never seriously considered something more with her. That was until one morning in May.

Walking into work that morning it seemed like any other May morning. It was sunny, warm and humid, but not the sweltering heat that could be expected once Summer arrived in full.

As Jack entered the lobby, his gaze wandered around all the other people milling about until it landed on a blonde woman in a tight blue dress. The dress had a matching belt that was tight about her waist, accentuating her hourglass figure and it pulled the dress tight over her round backside.

Victoria Madison.

He hadn't seen her in almost a week, and then there she was. His breath caught a little as it always did, his heart beating a bit faster as he moved closer and closer to the object of his fantasies.

Just play it cool, he told himself. Just like any other day. Just walk on by and head up to your desk.

Still, he couldn't help but glance over at Vicky constantly. Next to her was a slight woman with short and wild red hair. Vicky was taller than most women, and in her heels she was possibly even an inch or two taller than Jack. She made the small woman next to her seem almost childlike. But when the redhead noticed him approaching and turned to him, Jack realized there was nothing childlike about her face. She certainly wasn't old, but she was definitely a few years older than himself. And very pretty, whoever she was.

"Well hello there, Jack!" Vicky said warmly as started to walk past.

"Hey," he replied, trying to sound as if her greeting hadn't set his heart racing even faster.