Free Pass

Christie Daniels had been Johnny Wagoner's executive assistant, girl Friday and indispensable right arm, for the last five years. It was a good partnership. Johnny was older and knew everybody and all the tricks. He was a good mentor and teacher, and he shared responsibilities and credit fairly. Christie was 15 years younger, a hard worker, a fast learner, loyal and, oh by the way; did I think to mention drop dead gorgeous and built like a brick ... well constructed let's say. None of these qualities, particularly the latter went unappreciated by Johnny. He was perfectly aware that she was far too talented for him to hang on to for long. In fact, he was her best promoter, playing an active role in seeking new positions for her professional growth. Because, that was the type of guy Johnny was.

Their work involved a lot of travel and Johnny was a good traveling companion. He knew the cities, and he always made time to take Christie around to see the sights. Even more surprisingly, he always allowed some extra time for her to spend alone, to go shopping and do "girl" things. He also escorted her to nice restaurants, and any good shows that happened to be in town. Christie had never had, or even heard of any other employer who was that thoughtful. But that was the kind of boss Johnny was.

Johnny was happily married to Trudy, his charming and good natured wife of many years. Christie and Trudy had become friends, often to Johnny's discomfort. As far as anyone knew, Johnny had never cheated on Trudy. But she would be the first to admit, he could be the most outrageous flirt. He was a distinguished looking, very attractive man, with wit, grace and a smooth, almost old world charm. There is little doubt that there were many women who would be happy to drop their panties for Johnny Wagoner. But he never flirted with anyone with whom there was any chance of that happening. And while his flirtations could be outrageous, they were always light hearted and non-threatening. He always stayed inside, if just inside, the line of good taste, and avoiding any hint of harassment. Because that was the kind of flirt Johnny was.

The beautiful Christie was a constant target for his amorous shenanigans, and she found them mostly amusing, and only occasionally slightly annoying. At worst, they were a small price to pay for all that he had done for her in other ways. As predictably as the rising sun, at some point on every trip, he would place a hand on her knee, or her shoulder or some other non-strategic female real estate, or casually wrap his arm around her waist. Never would he do anything tacky like grab a boob, or run his hand up under her skirt, not Johnny. Then he would whisper some suggestive but non-graphic proposition like;warm my sheets, orrub my back,never something tacky likefuck me orsuck my cock, not Johnny. And then he would wait patiently for her to remove his hand or arm, and chide him with a;now Johnny you know I'm not that kind of girl orJohnny, remember, you're a married man speech. He would always accept his rebuke in good grace and that would be that. He would go on and be a great companion for the rest of the evening as though nothing had happened. Which in fact, it hadn't. At least up until this trip.

There is always a danger in trifling with bright independent women, and Christie was all of that. She had decided that she had been the target of his little male mating game long enough. This time it was her turn. They were sitting in the hotel bar, enjoying a few glasses of wine after a very pleasant dinner when right on schedule, as dependable as Old Faithful, Johnny made his move. First she felt his hand on her upper leg, north of the knee, but well clear of any real danger zone. The hand gave her shapely leg an affectionate squeeze. She smiled to herself, in her mind she pictured a rather innocent little mouse nibbling away at the cheese in a trap. She could hardly wait for the trap to spring. Johnny leaned forward until his lips touched her ear. He whispered, "Christie, you are so beautiful, you are driving me crazy, why don't you come back to my room and I'll bathe you by hand and give you a special massage."

SNAP! Johnny never even felt the trap snap over his neck.

Christie just rolled her head enough to put them mouth to mouth, then to make sure he didn't escape, she grabbed his head with both her hands. Her kiss was full of fire, and passion and promise, her lips were moist and soft, but her tongue demanding. So fast was her onslaught, that he opened his mouth before he could think, and her tongue darted in, and soon he couldn't think. A kiss hadn't affected Johnny like this since high school. He was dizzy, his heart was pounding, he wasn't quite sure where he was, but he knew he was kissing Christie. He also knew he was out of control, and worst yet, he was getting an erection, a huge erection."Oh my God,"he thought,"what if she sees it?" ... "OH MY GOD! SHE'S GOT HER HAND ON IT!" He was absolutely right, Christie had taken one hand off his head and had a firm death grip, like a bulldog, on his erection, which meant she had his strict and undivided attention.

Christie broke the kiss and placed her lips against his ear. In a husky, almost predatory female voice he had never heard from her before, "I told you I would call your bluff one day, Johnny Wagoner. For five years you've been promising me and not delivering. Well today I'm calling you out. I'd love to have you bathe me, and give me that massage, and then I am going to take you, Johnny Wagoner, and we are going to screw each others brains out the whole night long. Are you man enough Johnny, or has all this talk just been male bullshit? Got the balls to make this woman happy Johnny?" Then just to put a cherry on it, she took her tongue and gave his ear a playful lick and his erection another squeeze. She hopped down off her bar stool and waited with obvious impatience for Johnny to come with her. Inside she enjoyed his confusion and hesitation.

"Come on Johnny, you've got me hot." She leaned closer so that she wouldn't be overheard. "You've made my panties all wet Johnny." She took his hand. "You want to feel my wet panties Johnny?" He yanked his hand back like it had been burned on a stove. "What's the matter Johnny?" She sounded like she might cry. "Don't you want to go with me? Aren't I pretty enough?" Then she started to sound angry. "You never liked me at all, did you? You were lying to me the whole time, weren't you?"

Johnny definitely did not like the way this conversation was going. He knew he was moments away from having a hysterical female on his hands. He had to think fast. Christie, of course, was enjoying every minute of her histrionics. He was more right than he knew about the potential for a hysterical female; Christie was trying desperately not to fall down in hysterical laughter watching the panic on his face.About now he'll suddenly remember he's marriedshe thought.

Johnny took Christie's hands and looked down in shame, in his most sincere and pious voice he said, "Christie, I beg you to forgive an old fool who was blinded by your great beauty. I did not lie to you my dear, you are the most gorgeous of God's creations and what mortal man could resist you. I let my dreams get the better of me. I would give my very soul to have you for one night. But when I rose from this chair, I saw the face of my darling Trudy and remembered my vows to her. I'm afraid while she will never have your beauty, she does have ownership of my heart and I have no right to go with you. Please, please, forgive me."

"Checkmate!" thought Christie. "Noble sentiment, Johnny, I respect a man who remembers his obligations, however belatedly. You have also trained me well to anticipate every contingency. I have a note you should read."

"A note? What about?" He found her sudden cool confidence unnerving.

"That's why you should read it. Go ahead, I'll wait."

________________ THE NOTE_____________

Hi Johnny,

Bet your faithful wife is the last person you expected to hear from right now. If you are reading this, then it means events have unfolded exactly as Christie and I expected they would. I'm with her on this. That poor girl has had to put up with your flirting for five straight years, I think she has earned the right to see if you will put up or shut up. I'm not sure even you know what you'll do. You've been flirting so long it's like a dog chasing cars, what's he going to do if he ever catches one. Well honey, you just caught the car. Christie has called your bluff and she means business.
She and I figured that about now you would fall back on your last line of defense. You will suddenly remember me and your wedding vows. Better late than never? Nope, not this time. Too easy Johnny, this time I'm not letting you hide behind me. You're on your own.

I hereby give you a
FREE PASS.

This is a one time only, not renewable, never to be offered again, special offer. Christie has promised to back me. In other words Honey, if you don't nail her tonight, you'llnever,ever get another chance. But tonight, you have my permission; no make that my blessing, my encouragement even. I'll never know what you do tonight, because I'll never ask and I don't even want to know. But I'll be a little ashamed of you, if you turn out not be enough of a man to take advantage of such a beautiful woman, when she's served up guilt free on a platter. Go get her tiger, she's quite a gal!
Trudy
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Johnny looked up at her. "This is some kind of a joke that the two of you cooked up, right?"

She took his hands and looked him in the eyes "No joke, Johnny, I actually do find you very attractive. It's been hard for me to have you flirt every trip, and I'm not quite sure whether you mean it or not. This is my way of finding out. If you want me tonight, I'm yours; but you have exactly thirty minutes, starting now, to decide. I will not go nuts waiting all night to see if you're coming or not. Knock on my door in the next half hour. If you don't knock by then, don't come later, I'll meet you at breakfast as always and we'll act as though this never happened, with one small change. You never bullshit me again, no flirting, no touching." She kissed him on the cheek and left the bar.

The next thirty minutes were the longest in Johnny's life. He went back to his room and stripped and looked in the mirror. He was not happy with what he saw. Middle age was approaching and he had done nothing to prepare. He didn't have a pot belly or any huge flaw but he definitely looked soft. That was his biggest problem, could he really undress in front of this incredibly beautiful woman. Would she laugh, would she change her mind? That would kill him. Also he was no super stud, he knew that. He was at best averagely endowed and he was no bedroom athlete. She said she found him attractive, would that attraction survive seeing him nude and making love? She was probably used to men her own age, denizens of gymnasiums with washboard abs. He got as far as the hallway outside her door but he couldn't bring himself to knock. He tried, but every time he reached towards the door, another fear overcame him until it was almost a relief, when the time expired and put him out of his misery.

Johnny went back to his room and was overcome with disgust for himself. He was a spineless weasel. He wasn't sure how he would face Christie in the morning. Now that it was over, he couldn't believe he had passed up the chance, if only to have seen her naked. Maybe it wasn't too late. No, it was! She had made that clear enough.

Johnny decided to take a long shower as though he could wash the stench of cowardice out. He stripped leaving the clothes where they were and headed into the bathroom. He took a long time hoping to lose himself in the water and the steam. It didn't help as much as he hoped. He went ahead, brushed his teeth and made ready for bed. As he stepped back out into the bedroom, it seemed darker, maybe a bulb had gone. But then he heard a rustling of sheets on the bed and he looked down at a very graceful feminine arm which held the sheets open for him to climb in.

"Christie? I don't understand."

"Shhh, Johnny, don't talk, it was a rigged game. I intended for you to win no matter what you did. I'll explain everything after we've made love, the first time."

"The first...?" Johnny went silent when her lips came up to meet his. At least this time he was expecting the kiss and his lips and tongue were ready to receive her. But his body still reacted the same way, the dizziness, the heart palpitations and the erection. And probably it was just a coincidence, but Christie's hand has there to greet the new erection. When finally they broke for air, Johnny lay on one elbow and looked at her. He was trying to maintain eye contact but it was obvious that he wanted to see more.

Christie smiled gently. "It's alright Johnny, you are welcome to look, I want you to look." She opened the sheet with a flourish like a magician's cape revealing her whole body at once. He gasped his appreciation. She was, in fact, more beautiful that he had imagined her. Everything was in perfect proportion. Her breasts were round and full, but not of a size that would lose their shape and look matronly before their time. Precisely centered were the slightly raised, dark red areola with prominent tall nipples. Her skin had enough color to suggest some Polynesian blood. She wore her figure as someone comfortable with it, whether she happened to be wearing any clothes or not. He looked to where a small path of hair marked her hidden places. Noting his attention, she boldly opened her legs to give him an unobstructed view of her secret garden of delights.

Like all women, no matter how beautiful, Christie was not completely secure about her looks. His silence, as he studied her body, made her nervous, as though it might be disappointment or distaste. In fact, his silence was a visual version of what the military calls shock and awe. When he regained the power of speech, he simply looked into her eyes, and in a voice so soft that she had to strain to hear it, he pronounced "My God, you are so beautiful, so amazingly beautiful." Christie did not think that any compliment ever touched her like those simple few words.

"Johnny was so stunned he just sat there, lost in her beauty until Christie reached up and pulled him to her breast. He felt her softness, and the smoothness of her skin, and now he picked up the fresh clean scent of a woman's body, with the hint of talcum. He could have just nuzzled those lovely orbs all day, except that he was instinctively drawn to a nipple. He licked past it, he licked around it, and just occasionally touched it until her chest started chasing his tongue. Then he took his mouth and with his lips gently caressed the nipple, which by now was quite stiff and engorged. He alternately kissed, and sucked, and teased with his tongue, and ever so lightly nipped with his teeth. All of this stimulation went straight to the sex organs, via direct nerve pathways. Lastly, he suckled like an infant while she held his head to each breast in turn. Both of them were old and experienced enough to know that time spent on the breasts was time well spent in term of enjoyment for the man and the woman, so there was no rush to move on.

When they did, there was no schoolboy dash to dive between her legs. Johnny may have been a flirt and a phony in some ways, but he was a tender and considerate lover. He was also blessed with the knowledge that a woman's whole body was covered with erogenous zones. Taking the time to explore these also allowed her time to build excitement, so that she could enjoy a full multi-orgasmic experience later. Johnny massaged her feet and legs, butterfly kissed his way across her abdomen, setting her muscles twitching, caressed her shoulders, kissed her eyes, nuzzled her neck, and in every way paid homage to her entire body. The only exception was the area between her legs, which so far had been untouched, at least by hands. Despite that, Christie knew she had never in her life been so wet. She felt it running down between her buttocks onto the bed. She hoped no one was planning to sleep on that bed later.

Christie had attempted to reach for Johnny's erection several times but had been waved off. Normally, he would have been the first in line for good hand or mouth action, but not today. He had had hand jobs and blow jobs before. Not being a kid anymore, he knew he would only achieve a very few orgasms this night. He meant for every one of them to be dedicated to this incredible body. Besides, he was quite stimulated enough just being in bed with the beautiful Christie.

Having attended to the rest of her body, Johnny now planned to attend to her womanly center. He moved down the bed and knelt on the floor beside it. He pulled her to the side and put her legs over his shoulders giving him perfect access. She leaned back and closed her eyes and just enjoyed the sensations. He started with long strokes where the labia joins the thigh, and then between the inner and outer lips. He briefly paused to actually suck the lips like you would a lover's lip in a facial kiss. He reached the opening and he rolled his tongue and started using it like a little penis, hitting the very sensitive tissue just inside the vaginal mouth. He then took his whole face and just rubbed it in the flood he had unleashed, lapping up as much as he could.

That shiny slippery face suddenly popped up and kissed her and she tasted herself on his tongue. The face disappeared back between her legs. Now the strokes lengthened to include the area around the clitoris. Gradually and skillfully he brought the focus in tighter and tighter around the sensitive little nub but only brushing by it, avoiding direct contact. Her breathing got shallower, and her breaths shorter. Then Johnny started light but direct contact with the clit, gently flicking it with his tongue, each time accompanied by a little gasp from her. He continued to worry her nub with the tip of his tongue gradually making the contact firmer. She moaned, "Oh God Johnny, now! Make me come now! I need to come so badly, please! Johnny!"

He responded immediately with three fingers fucking her and his lips directly over her clit sucking while his tongue ran around and around the little nubbin. His free hand found useful work playing with her left nipple. When all of these stimuli came together in her brain it was SHOWTIME! Her release was instantaneous. She could feel her vagina grab the three fingers. Her spasms were strong enough to throw Johnny's finger off her clit, but it would have been far too sensitive to touch anyway.

Christie was on fire, she needed a hard cock inside her now like she needed oxygen. "Now Johnny, I want you inside me now! fuck me Johnny, fuck me hard, we'll make love later, I need to be fucked right now." Without saying a word but never losing contact with her eyes, Johnny rolled over on top of her. She raised her legs and he placed them on his shoulders in position for serious fucking. She reached out and took his cock in her hand. There was no question of his arousal. Beneath the soft skin she felt pure iron. She lined the head up awaited the festivities. Johnny neither hesitated nor rammed it in, his movements as always were calculated and deliberate and his cock slid into her with a slow steady motion. Inch by inch, she felt it spread her and fill her as little tremors swept ahead until at last they were joined completely and she felt as filled as she ever had.

She felt as if she was on the edge of a cliff, she knew she couldn't last long. Then his organ drew back like a retreating tide and she almost cried out at the loss. Her hands grabbed for his butt to pull him back in to her, to fill the emptiness but he was already on his way back into her. She leaned over the edge of the cliff as every nerve in body wanted release from tension. She heard a deepening in his breath and felt an increase in the speed and power of his strokes and knew he was not going to last much longer. That told her that she was free to let go. So she freed her body to respond .... and leaned over the edge of the cliff and let go, and hurtled down and down as wave after wave of pure feeling rose from her depths and focused on her womb just at the moment that she felt the first splash of his seed, followed by a flood of warmth bathing her and filling her. She was looking at Johnny's face and the muscles and veins betrayed the violence of his climax, but he made no sound except he drew in a huge breath and then whispered, "My God, that was wonderful, my God you are beautiful!"