Amber Intrigued - part two of two

“About the noise,” Amber persisted. “I came so hard, I almost had a stroke keeping it quiet.”

This pleased him.

“Worth it?” David demanded.

Amber shivered.

“Oh yes,” she replied. She didn’t need to say more than that.

David reached between her legs, pulling up the dress, to slide his palm against her pussy.

“Jesus,” he said. “I thought you were wet before. It’s sliding down your thighs, even your stockings are soaked. You’re going to leave a puddle.”

“OH JESUS is right,” she replied loudly, ignoring his off-putting vulgarity. Now that she knew she could be heard in the next room, it was weirdly exciting. Even if the men’s room was empty, as it was, it was kind of wild to know her moans could be heard there. A fleeting thought - even if nobody actually hears, if they could, is it still sexy?

She sighed. The answer was a definite yes.

She let David kiss her again, while his fingertips teased her clit. “Fuck but you’ve got good hands.”

“Oh,” he whispered, his body pressing against back against the work bench, his free hand clutched her breast, and she had to hold onto him, as he licked her collarbones, “you haven’t seen anything yet.”

Amber reached down for his cock, gripping it through his trousers. The erection was pleasingly rigid, running the length of her hand. It felt like it curved. It felt almost unfair she should be all but naked, while he hadn’t even got it out.

“You like that?” he demanded, even as his hands and mouth moved over her body. His head ducked to her nibble, and he bit down lightly, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make her gasp. “We’re only getting started.”

He licked the wounded nipple and then straightened up, taking her hand and pushing it back against his crotch.. David was not quite as tall as she was in her heels, she noted without caring. His free hand lay on her hip, pushing. He moved it up past the hanging fabric of her dress, running over an exposed breast, to rest on her shoulder. He applied a gentle downward pressure.

“Time to show me what a good little girl you are.” David’s smile was gleeful and hungry. The pressure on her shoulder increased, and he guided her hand back and forth across his erection under his trousers.

Gratefully, Amber sank slowly to her knees, noting that he was careful to hold her on the way down. It was a tiny gesture but it endeared him. Her knees sank into the cushioned rubber mats that covered the floor around the work bench.

Amber’s hand remained on his crotch, she could feel his cock pulse as she looked up at his gloating features. She could tell he was floating in some sort of domination-space. She didn’t mind, it pulled at something submissive in her. More importantly, kneeling allowed her to relax. After that orgasm, her body felt like rubber, all the joints loose, her nerve endings overstimulated. Standing was way too much effort, better to just swan down and feel like a puddle.

She smiled up at him, stroking him.

“This is what you want?” she asked. “For me to be a good little girl.”

“Yes,” he said.

“And take that big hard cock out?”

“Yes,” he said.

“And then what?” she asked. “Do you want me to kiss it and make it better, or at least harder. Do you want me to lick it up and down, and take it in my mouth, and swallow it. Is that what you want? Me naked in front of you, sweaty and dripping and wet, worshiping your cock.”

Amber didn’t wait for an answer, she found his zipper and pulled it down, cursing that she hadn’t done it more slowly. She should have taken her time, made it slow and sensual. She pulled open the fold in his pants, and reached inside, finding his cock hard, the top wet, inside his jockey shorts.

Of course, jockey shorts. She’d have to start over. She reached for his belt. Amber loved oral sex, receiving it. Giving it was a matter of mood, sometimes affection, sometimes excitement, sometimes playfulness.

Sometimes it was frustrating. For a gender that worshiped getting blow jobs, and prized itself on being ready to go at the drop of a hat, men were maddening with the way they sheltered their junk. Instead of something sensible like a kilt or a skirt, there were entire layers of obstruction, belts and buckles, and then fasteners, buttons, even more buttons, sometimes suspenders, and trousers so heavy and stiff they sometimes felt like tree bark. Then once you fought your way past all of that, there’d be the final barriers, boxer shorts with their own frigging buttons, or jockey shorts, with a sick joke of a panel, practically painted on, except for all the elastics.

It was maddening.

Amber fumbled with the belt until finally he finally undid it for her. Grinning with what she hoped was more lust than embarrassment, she stroked his hardness with her free hand. Her other hand worked the clasp, finally loosening his pants enough for her to pull them down, until gravity caught the assortment of pocket items, and they fell to his ankles.

Holding onto the sensuality of the moment, Amber pressed her face against his underwear, mercifully clean, and nuzzled his crotch through the fabric, looking up to smile and make eye contact as she did. His hands reached down to stroke her hair, gathering it up in his hands.

Amber pulled down the waistband of David’s jockey shorts, finally exposing his cock. Lifting up on her haunches, she held it in place against his body, and gave a long lick of her tongue, starting from the exposed base of the shaft all the way to the head. It was moist on her tongue, lightly salty from sweat. As her tongue pressed against the head, the texture changed, shifting and she tasted the slick sweetness of precum. She pressed her face against it, feeling it throb against her cheek.

It’s natural inclination seemed to be to rear curving towards the sky. Carefully, she bent the cock towards her, pulling the shorts down by their elastic, working them down to his thighs.

Amber paused a moment to stare at it. Clean, so fresh and pink looking it almost seemed like it had just been uncrated, well formed, no blemishes or sores. He was longer than her husband, but not as thick, a bit more curved. He had a loose foreskin that she peeled back easily. She gave the head another examination, before she opened her mouth wide, and popped it in, sealing her lips around the glans. It tasted smooth, a silkiness that was almost polished, with a slick undertaste from his precum. She allowed her gaze to slide up his body slowly, until they made eye contact, then she blinked slowly in simulated ecstasy as she swirled her tongue and sucked so hard her cheeks sank inwards.

David moaned loudly, leaning back against the workbench for support. His hands tightened in her hair, guiding her mouth back and forth

She took her mouth off, leaving the head slick and shining. For an instant strings of saliva connected her lips to his glans. Amber was slightly disappointed that he hadn’t ejaculated instantly. It was a nice cock and exciting to play with but she’d had her orgasm, she didn’t want to spend an hour on her knees.

As David looked down, she smiled up at him, masturbating him hand over hand, squeezing and sliding with smooth, constant rapid motion. She loved the hardness of him, the way his thighs trembled, the fascination with which he stared down at her.

She took him in her mouth again, this time a little deeper, reaching under to cup his testicles. There was something fascinating in a man’s testicles, the way they just hung there, and you could swing them back and forth, or lift or play with them. When his cock was drenched with spit, she switched to rapid hand over hand, until the saliva began to dry, and then took him in her mouth.

“Time for the next step,” he said.

Amber looked up. David was holding a condom in his hand.

“I want you to put it on me,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “So I can bend you over and fuck you.”

He smirked, as she took the condom.

“I love you on your knees,” he said. “But did you think I’d be satisfied with a blow job when I had you work so hard to shave that pussy for me. I’m going to bury my cock deep, and fuck the hell out of you, and you’re going to love it.”

It was like he’d memorized the dialogue from a comic book. But his words, silly and hollow as they were, were effective. Even as she appreciated the ridiculousness of them, kneeling before him, her hand wrapped around his spit slick cock, they made her vagina clench had, sending butterflies up within, and what felt like a flood of wetness trickling down.

“Yes ... sir,” Amber breathed. She wanted to say something sexier, some inane line that would make his cock jump in her hand. “Do whatever you want with me, take me.”

It worked, his erection swelled, almost struggling in her hand. She kissed it, licentiously licking the shaft as he watched. She had to let it go to use both hands to tear open the condom wrapper, and carefully rolled it up his shift.

When she was done, David reached down a hand to help her up gently. It was an oddly sweet courtesy, a little at odds with the role he played. She let the dress slip down her shoulders, the fabric tangling along her waist. Her stay ups had rolled down, one all the way to her calf where it hung loose. Amber felt more naked than ever, but it was a glorious, wanton nudity.

“Just like before,” David whispered, guiding her into position, elbows on the work bench. His hand ran down her bared back. He stepped behind her, taps on her inner thighs parting her legs. David cupped her smooth pussy.

“Wider,” he ordered. She clumped her feet wider apart, her ankles suspended by heels.

“A little more.” She clumped again, splayed wantonly. “Good girl.”

His fingers slid inside her, first two, then three. His hand twisted, making her gasp loudly.

“I can’t believe how wet you are,” he said. “You’re just dripping, you’re flowing. I can feel it. You must really need to get fucked right now, don’t you.”

“Yes,” Amber hissed. “Oh god, yes!”

“Are you sure?” David replied. “Are you sure you want it?”

“Yes.”

“Then say it.”

“I want it,” Amber whispered.

“When?”

“Now.”

“Say it.”

“I want it now.”

“What? Say it. Tell me what you want. Explicit.”

“I want... to get fucked.”

David slapped her ass lightly.

“Not good enough. Try again. Who do you want to fuck you?”

“I want you to fuck me, hard.”

Another slap on her ass, three s fingers plunged deep into her wetness, spreading her wide, stroking her g-spot.

“Oh FUCK!” Amber cried out.

A hand reached out, she could feel his weight leaning into her almost buckling her knees, his hand slid up her back, to the nape of her neck, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back. His erection, sliding against her thigh.

“Not good enough. You just want it? That doesn’t feel committed.”

“I need it,” Amber replied. “I need it so much.”

The fingers left her vagina, she felt hands reaching under her, his weight heavier, his erection dangling under her. He cupped her breasts, one hand wet with her lubrication, pulling on them, seizing the nipples tight and making her moan.

“You can do better.”

“I need you,” she grunted, spitting out the words, “I need you, I need your cock. I need your cock in me. I need you to fuck me so bad.”

Another light slap on her ass. Amber rolled her eyes in frustration. Couldn’t he just go ahead and do it?

“I want you to beg for it,” David announced.

“I’m begging,” Amber groaned, a trace of irritation in the tide of her arousal. “Fuck me with that big hard cock.”

“Say please,” David demanded.

Amber’s eyes widened, that was the safe word. Too obvious in hindsight. She couldn’t say it. Her whole body was hot, she could feel sweat along her black, a tremble in her thighs. She was drowning in lust.

“I need it,” she whispered, “I need it so bad. I’m begging for it, gagging for it, fuck me with that big cock, I need to feel it. Take me, I need it, I’ll do anything for it.”

Suddenly, she felt him, the head of his cock, parting her lips, the tip opening her. Amber grunted, arching her back, feeling him slide further in. Then his hands were on her hips, fingers digging into her flesh and he was driving into her.

“Oh yes!” she cried out. “Oh fuck yes! Fuck me!”

His cock hammered back and forth, moving inside her, as Amber swayed back and forth, her breasts swinging beneath her. David reached for her waist, pulling her onto his cock. She lifted up, arching her back and grinding her ass on his hips. In ecstasy, she reached up, holding her breast, squeezing it.

Together, they settled into a hard rhythm, his cock gloriously thrusting again and again, as her body convulsed and knees shook. Amber ground her hips, rocking into him, as his cock swung wildly inside her, each new motion bringing soft grunts and groans.

“Aha,” she cried out loudly. “Right there! Right there! That’s the spot. Harder. Yes. Yes.”

She could feel it, the orgasm boiling inside her, about to ignite. It was close, so close she could taste it. Closer. Closer. Almost there.

“Hey,” came a voice on the other side of the wall.

“Quiet,” another voice stage whispered. “Some chick is getting fucked in the Women’s toilet.”

“Holy shit!”

Amber’s blood froze, she could feel her whole body going stiff. David halted in mid-thrust, Amber could feel her body rigid, pushing him out of her. Her heart was pounding so hard with shock, she felt like it was smashing against her ribs. They both stood paralyzed, rigid in the act of fucking. Someone had been listening?

How long? How fucking long, she wondered. What had they heard? Everything? She was blushing hot, with this almost irresistible urge to pull her dress back on and into shape, to hide her panties somehow.

They waited.

“Are you sure?” the first voice asked quietly.

“Oh yeah,” the other one stage whispered. “It comes and goes, I guess they’re fooling around a lot. But if you wait, you can hear her getting railed.”

“Fucking? Not playing with herself or something? Can you hear a guy?”

“I’m not sure. What’s it matter, you can hear her getting off.”

“I don’t hear anything.”

“Like I said,” the other hissed, “it comes and goes. Just wait, okay.”

“I came in here to pee.”

“Well, do it quiet. Don’t fuck this up.”

The voices dropped.

“Wait, can they hear us?”

“I don’t think so,” the second voice said.

Amber let out a long slow breath, she hadn’t realized she’d been holding it in. David’s hands moved from her hips to her waste. His erection dangled, pressing against her labia and clit, she could feel it almost thrum, but not in her.

The two of them moved very slowly, it almost felt like slow motion: David stepping back as he reached down to pull up his pants, Amber twisting around to look at him.

“Is the door locked,” she whispered.

“No,” he said finally.

Amber felt a moment of irony. In the beginning, the thought of the door being locked, of being trapped with David, had left an undercurrent of fear. Now, she’d felt uneasy at the thought of it being unlocked and accessible.

“Lock it,” she ordered.

Wordlessly, David pulled out. She could feel his erection, hard and wet and slick sliding back easily, falling out of her, and she felt a pang of regret at her sudden emptiness. Amber turned to look over her shoulder as David pulled his pants above his knees, and awkwardly stepped to the door, turning the lock. There was a satisfying click.

He turned back to her, his latex clad erection bobbing shining in the soft light.

“Nice ass,” she whispered, and grinned. She’d barely seen it, it was mostly covered by his shirt tails when he turned around, but she wanted to say something nice and encouraging. David smiled, surprised. It was endearing.

“Now come back and fuck me,” she whispered. She turned her face to the wall, because watching him frog walk wasn’t sexy, and wiggled her ass.

Staring at the wall, she waited, feeling David’s hands slide into place on her hips, his legs brushing against her thighs. Amber felt a weird wild excitement, spreading her elbows apart to lower herself, the newspapers on the bench moving smoothly. She arched her back to present her vulva, felt her lips open as if inviting.

Then he thrust up inside her with one clean smooth motion, no fumbling, no finding her. He just sank in to the hilt filling her as cleanly and simply as taking a inhaling deeply. The transition nearly took her breath away, as he filled her, she could feel his hips grinding against her ass, the texture of his pubic hair between her cheeks, his scrotum tapping lightly as it swung, his legs pressing against her thighs.

“OH,” Amber moaned loudly, far more loudly than she’d intended. “OH YES, that’s good!”

For a moment, she could feel David startled, his hands suddenly tight and loose on her hips in shock and reaction. His cock ceased its movement in her.

“There,” a voice on the other side of the wall whispered. “You hear her?”

“Holy fuck.”

Amber rocked her hips. David was shocked, she knew. She was surprised herself by the impulse. She turned her head so that he could see her nod to go on.

His grip tightened on her hips again. He slid back again, and after a pause, slid forward smoothly. It was an even tempo as he tried to fuck quietly, without the slap of hips on buttocks, just a smooth piston motion back and forth.

Amber’s breathing picked up, she began to pant loudly. There was no sound from the other side of the wall, but she knew they were there now. She moaned loudly, experimentally, thrilled with her boldness. Nothing, but she knew they must have heard.

She flexed her back, as if to encourage David to thrust harder. Could they hear that? If he slapped her ass, would they hear? Frustratingly, he showed no impulse to do so, but his hands gripped her tighter as they slid up and down her hips, and his thrusts steadily became harder and faster.

It wasn’t enough, even fucking harder. He was too fast, too rushed. She slid one arm down underneath her, reaching for her clit, leaving her precariously balancing on her other elbow. She leaned forward, her forehead inches from one of the wall studs. Body shaking with each thrust, she reached forward, fingers sliding along her own stomach, working their way down until finally...

“Oh yes!” she cried, her voice just a little above normal, and stroked her clitoris with two fingers, tapping back and forth. She could almost feel David’s shaft and balls moving down there.

On the other side, there was a creak. Door opening? Closing? Leaving or arriving. She grunted softly, listening hard, but couldn’t make out anything.

Behind her, David whined in his throat, his thrusts coming so fast that they were almost continuous, making a series of rapid slapping noises from his thighs smashing into her ass nonstop.

Abruptly David stopped pulling all the way out of her, gasping. Then he plunged back in.

“Oh yeah,” Amber cried out, exulting in being entered and filled all over again. “Give it to me hard.”

Her words seemed to throw him off his rhythm, his fucking was erratic and unbalanced, his grip on her hips shifting, the thrusts erratic, varying in speed and depth. She could feel him shifting stance, the angle of his entry changing. Had she thrown him off his stride, or was he struggling not to come? It didn’t matter. Amber’s hand worked against her clit, stroking herself, building her arousal, her fingers plunged down, feeling the sides of his shaft as he plunged into her. Amber moaned loudly, a deep guttural sound.

On the other side of the wall, there was something whispered, but she couldn’t make it out. Another moan almost pushed its way out of her, but she swallowed it down, concentrating on touching herself.

They were grinding together now, she could feel the lightning in her hips, a fire ready to burst. But it just wouldn’t. Her fingers brought her close again and again, almost to an edge. But then her balance would be off, or he’d move a certain way, the fingers would slip, the angle of his cock not quite right.

She alternated almost continuous soft moans and gasps, trying to focus.

“Are they still there,” came a voice on the other side.

“Oh Fuck!” Amber cried loudly, as if the only thing worse than being heard was not being heard. She pushed back hard on David’s cock, as he bent over her, clawing at her breasts.

David panted with effort, she could feel his sweat and urgency, the frantic way he touched her. He wouldn’t speak, his breath came in hisses. The voices intimidated him, even as they set her off.

It was all too intense, almost overwhelming, Amber was drowning in her own arousal, adrift, floating or falling, overloading and not able to focus on anything.

“Wait,” Amber whispered incoherently. She tried to straighten, and with an almost poignant sense of loss felt his cock slip from her. She had an impulse to grab it, feel it wet and slick in its latex sheath, imagined it’s hardness as she pulled it back inside her.

Instead, she turned, leaving David to grind against her hip, his erection sliding against her flesh. David’s hands found her breasts, and for a moment, he was almost falling onto her, their lips meeting, before she could turn around fully.

“This way,” she whispered, leaning back onto the workbench, pulling her ass to the edge, pushing newspapers aide and feeling a line of cold metal across her cheeks. Amber leaned back, bracing herself against one of the wall studs. For a moment, her right shoulder touched one of the metal pipes running between the studs.

Amber spread her legs, lifting one knee and reaching down to spread her lips. David nodded, understanding, his erection poking out from the bottom of his shirt. He closed the distance between

“Are you sure?” he whispered.

“Are you clean?” she hissed.

“Yeah.”

Amber grunted, holding his bared shaft in one hand, and pulling the condom all the way off with the other.

“Then I’m sure.”

David moaned deliriously, his hips thrusting involuntarily. His cock slid up against her lips, sliding along them, pressing against her clit hood and throbbing clit. The sensation was delicious, and Amber held his cock, guiding it to press a half dozen times against her clit before she pressed down on it and he thrust up inside her. She kept her fingers loosely around her cock, pressing to her pussy as he pounded up into her, while at the same time working her clit frantically with her other hand.

“Fuck yes!” Amber swore loudly. “That’s it, that’s it!”

Amber lifted her legs, rocking her hips, and David, instinctively, grabbed her knee and ankle, raising them higher, so he could push deeper into her. She could feel the curve of him, lifting up inside her. He was fucking with furious intensity, thrusting frantically, as if sprinting.

“Do it,” she cried out, aware that she was playing to her audience and loving it.

“Do me!” she cried. She was close, she could feel it, the energy, the heat and light boiling in her hips, like a cradle full of lightning, and intense whiteness, at the base of her spine. It was coming, it felt raw and strong, like a freight train unstoppable. She welcomed its relentless inevitability.

David stiffened, his frantic thrusting redoubling. Amber could see it in his face, before she felt it in his body. The tension in his jaws, the rigidity of his features told her that his own orgasm was crawling up him.

“Damn,” she cried, as weird rigidity a kind of spastic energy coursed through his body. She was so close, she needed hers first, she wanted her freight train. “Don’t stop! Don’t!”

Desperately, she wrapped her legs around him, pressing her heels into his ass cheeks. Frantically stroking her clit, she reached up with her other hand, pulling him towards her. Then for a moment, in his wild uncoordinated fucking, it all came together, the angle of his thrust into her was perfect, the fingers on her clit, the weight of him, the way their bodies were grinding together. Then the freight train burst through the gates, the lightning rushing up her spine, every muscle going tight, legs kicking, back arching.

“Yes, yes! That’s it, that’s it,” she cried, loud but with no thought of the listeners, simply responding to the intensity of what was bursting in her.

Amber was vaguely aware of David’s ejaculation, of his going boneless and his weight draping over her, but hardly cared as her own ecstasy receded like a slow tide.

For a few minutes, they clung to each other, sweaty and sticky, panting almost in synch.

On the other side, someone clapped in applause.

“Jesus Christ,” came a whispered rebuke. “What are you? An asshole? Do you want them to hear us.”

“I think they’re done,” someone else hissed.

***

They rested, listening to a whispered conversation about what to do next. Someone wanted to wait, but the consensus...

How many had listened, Amber wondered suddenly. Two? At least. Three? Maybe. Four?

The consensus seemed to be to go back out, or maybe loiter in the hall to see who came out of the woman’s washroom. Amber and David waited as they listened to them file out, marking the swing of hinges. Then they slowly dressed.

For David, that wasn’t much more than pulling up his pants and tucking in his shirt. Amber found herself resenting that slightly, she’d wanted to see more of his body, it was like he’d hid it from her. She hoped that his sweat made his clothes a little uncomfortable.

Her dress was a sweaty mess, rumpled, with a tear in one side. Amber regarded it critically. At least the tear was along the seam and could be repaired. Still, it was a sour note in the post orgasmic glow. Annoyingly, both of her stay ups now kept rolling down, something had happened with the elastic. That was why she hated stay ups. She did what she could to make herself presentable, a bobby bin could manage.

Pulling a mirror from her purse, Amber checked her appearance. Yes, she thought, that’s a ‘hard fucked’ look.

“Was it good?” David asked, while she fished around in her purse.

Amber looked up. Suddenly, David looked oddly vulnerable and insecure.

“Yes,” she said. A thought occurred to her. “Have you done this before?”

“Sure,” he said, with false confidence. “Lots. Online I mean. In real, not so much.”

First time, she thought. But that was okay, it was first time for her too.

“It was more than good,” she said. “Great.”

Now though, after the sex, the glow fading, she wasn’t sure what to say or do.

“We’ll go out like we came in, separately. You go first,” she said. “Just make sure it’s clear for me. I’ll come out in a minute, I just have to fix myself.”

“You sure?”

She smiled and nodded, fishing out her compact and a small hairbrush. “Yeah.”

He stepped up to her, and they kissed. It wasn’t particularly erotic, but she enjoyed the awkward affection of the moment. Then he was out the door.

Amber locked it behind him, and then took a long deep breath.

***

No one was waiting for her outside. Amber walked, loose hipped, down the short hall into the bar. David was gone.

The bar’s patrons looked her over. How much of it was just automatic attention, Amber wondered, and how many had actually heard her, listening from the men’s room. She walked, slightly unsteady out into the bar.

Paul waved as she walked by, his eyes and those of his friends, tracking her. She gave them a half smile and nod of acknowledgment of their lust. She had a momentary flash, not an impulse, not even a fantasy, just a sort of image of her taking him and his friends all into the men’s room with her. The thought gone as quickly as it came.

She walked over to where Steve was sitting. He pulled a chair out for her, and she slipped in, sitting with her back to the wall.

“My fucking stocking is ruined,” she said. In the short walk, it had slipped half way down her thigh. Self consciously, she pulled it back up her thigh.

“Bobby pin?” Steve asked.

“I tried that,” she replied. “It didn’t help that much. No big deal.”

She glanced at the goblet of wine.

“Is that for me?”

“I figured you might need it.”

Amber picked it up and sniffed it, and then swallowed a mouthful.

“God, I love you so fucking much,” she told him, and finished the glass.

“Worth it?” he asked.

Amber thought about it. Not just about the experience, but that he’d listened to it. How could she answer? What should she say.

“I guess,” Amber said carefully. “You heard everything.”

“Yes.”

“How do you feel?” she asked. “Are we okay.”

He nodded.

“You were looking out for me,” she said. “Standing guard. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

He looked embarrassed.

“I...” he began, and then stopped. “I’m not sure what to say. What I’m supposed to say. It was... Incredibly hot. I didn’t know what to expect. But I was rock hard, through the whole thing. It was incredibly hot, so vivid. It felt like I was right there. I’m still hard.”

The corners of her mouth twitched. This man: The love of her life.

“Let’s get out of here,” she said. “For some reason, I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. And also, I have some ideas for blindfolds. “

***

Afterwards, after a spectacular lovemaking session, one with blindfolds, one where she whispered every thing that had happened, filling in all the details he’d listened to, after devouring each other again and again through a succession of orgasms, they laid together in sweat drenched sheets, sated and exhausted.

Steve laid spread eagled on the bed, his body hot. Amber sprawled across him bonelessly, her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“He couldn’t tell the difference between four inch and five inch heels,” she said thoughtfully.

“Was that important?” Steve asked.

Amber shrugged. “I don’t know. It could have been. You never know with people. Sometimes something that seems like a complete nothing, and they go nuts over it.”

She thought for a moment. “Good experience.”

“So do you think you want to do it again?” Steve asked.

Amber chewed her lip thoughtfully.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I honestly don’t know. I mean, it was hot, it was amazingly hot. But... been there done that. Part of it, was just that it was an adventure, just a wild leap into unknown territory. Would there be a point to doing it again? The novelty is gone. I think that was an important part of it. Without that, maybe it’s just grubby and dirty.”

She thought a moment.

“Do it again? Probably not,” she said. “Who knows? If I do, we’ll talk about it. He may not want to. Guys like that, there’s a big difference between fantasy and reality, and I think they prefer fantasy.”

“I don’t know,” he said. “If I was David... I’d want more, I’d want everything I could get.”

“You know what’s odd,” she said thoughtfully.

“What?”

“The scene,” she said. “That was insanely hot. It was crazy how hot it was. I was going out of my mind. I was dripping. I was just in this crazed, overheated head space...”

Amber paused.

“But the actual sex? Like the fucking. Not that great. Isn’t that weird?”

Steve’s brow furrowed.

“Why?”

Amber shrugged.

“I’m not sure. His cock didn’t feel as good as yours. Maybe he needed to be a little thicker, or the curve or something. He was too fast, it was like he was running to catch the bus or something. Or the angle. It wasn’t awful, it just... It’s hard to describe.”

“But you did come?”

“Mmm... I helped myself along a little. I don’t think he noticed, or if he did, he didn’t mind. And the scene, the scene itself, that was amazing. His cock was... okay.”

Amber rolled her eyes, and giggled.

“I never thought I’d be critiquing cocks, like a sommelier,” she laughed. “Now this is a sparkling erection from Bordeaux, but we have some lovely lovely California hard-ons, try this mountain pine, with a satin finish, boutique foreskin and delicate aftertaste for the discriminating palate.”

Steve laughed.

“But his was okay?”

“Acceptable.”

“How about mine?”

“Northern hardwood, oak definitely, hot to the touch with a full bodied texture, stiff in the hand, sweet on the tongue, perfect for every occasion.”

“You should do reviews,” he said.

“I could make a career of it,” she replied. “I could get my own column in a newspaper. Men would line up for me to review them. I could hand out gold stars, like Michelin.”

Steve snorted.

“I think men would line up for you on general principles.”

“Vivid image,” she said. In her mind’s eye, a line up of naked men, all shapes and sizes, erections rampant, waiting their turn with her, stepping up one after the other. She shivered.

“I don’t know though,” he said.

“What?”

“You went bareback,” he said. “Do you think that’s wise?”

“Oh Steve,” she laughed. “You should have seen it. It was so pristine, it looked like he’d just taken it out of the packaging.”

“That’s not really a guarantee against sexually transmitted diseases,” Steve replied.

“Yeah,” she admitted. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have done it. But honestly, I’m sure he was clean. I’ll check though.”

“It’s interesting,” she said. “When it was happening, I didn’t really think about it. I was just experiencing it. But looking back, it was really... curated? Is that the word. It was all carefully set up and worked out. A utility room, you’d think it would be really bright light, he must have changed the bulb for forty watts or less, to soften it. Dirty? He must have put newspapers down on the bench. Concrete floor? Foam rubber matts.”

“Well, he had to have done some prep,” Steve pointed out. “You didn’t just walk into a random utility room after all. He had to have picked it out in advance. The door was unlocked - you don’t leave utility rooms unlocked.”

“He must have planned it all out,” she continued thoughtfully. “All that detail. Like how he wanted me dressed, that was obvious. But like, the matts, he planned to have me on my knees. I didn’t even get my stockings dirty.”

“He really wanted that blow job,” Steve joked.

“Maybe. But he didn’t push it in. I think he wanted to make sure to give me the chance to inspect. He gave me the condom, so that I’d be reassured he was wearing one. I think he left the door unlocked, because he wanted me to have the option to walk out, or to feel I had that option.”

“Through the whole thing,” Amber reflected, “it was a scene, he was in charge. But he kept making these spaces where I had some control, where I could make choices. Even that ‘beg for it’ stuff, it was about choice, about my saying ‘yes.’ Asking consent, while playing the role.”

She stared up at the ceiling.

“I suppose,” she said thoughtfully. “I guess, in the moment... if it’s done well, you don’t think about how carefully it’s all arranged. It’s like a magician, all the preparation and set up behind the scenes, for the great big flourish on stage, and you’re going... ‘Wow!’”

“Was it done well?”

Amber laughed.

“Oh my god. Yes! It was a rollercoaster!”

“A wild ride.”

“Exactly like a rollercoaster. You know, when he came into the room, that moment, I was so scared I was almost peeing myself. But I felt safe too. It was just like a rollercoaster.”

“You know, like if you’re driving, and you get into an accident, your car jumps, it goes rolling, with you inside. That’s sort of like a rollercoaster, physically, you’re just feeling everything going every which way? But it’s terrifying, because it’s out of control, bad things, really bad things can happen. You can get really hurt, you can die.”

“Yes.”

“But with a rollercoaster, same sensations, like I said. But it’s all on track, you know you’re safe and you’ll come out the end of the ride all right. Same sensations, but it’s wild.”

“Even the men listening?” Steve asked. “You know, I’m kicking myself that it didn’t occur to me to go there.”

“So you could jerk off with your new friends?” she teased, and punched his arm. “You got the best show, you were listening to the whole thing in your earbuds.”

Amber stopped.

“You know,” she said thoughtfully. “I don’t think he planned on that. That took him by surprise, I’m sure of it. He didn’t know what to do. I remember, there was a point, he just lost his momentum.”

“So much for the rollercoaster.”

“I don’t know,” she said. “I don’t necessarily think that’s bad. I liked it actually, just this spontaneous thing, and I was safe enough to go with it. I liked that it went a little off the rails, that was exciting.”

“As long as it didn’t go completely off the rails?”

“Yes,” she agreed.

“I had no idea you were such an exhibitionist,” he told her.

Amber giggled.

“I’m not, really. Well, I guess I am, sort of. In a very narrow way.”

“It was hot that they could hear some of it, but they couldn’t see. If they could have seen, like if there’d been a peephole where they could spy on me, and they watched me having sex? I think that would have been awful. Creepy.”

“As it was, they couldn’t see me. They could hear a little, and imagine. And I knew they were there, but that was all they could have. Just to hear and wonder. That was hot.”

“It was just like out in the bar, being in a dress so short people could see the tops of my stockings sometimes when I moved. That was hot. I wouldn’t have wanted to be naked, or even dressed nasty, like some hooker. But as it was, it was just enough. That made it hot.”

“Hmm, sweet spot,” Steve reflected. “So a little is a lot, but a lot is too much?”

“Yes,” she said. “Sort of. I think it was about the tease, you know? The idea of the tease, just having all that attention, knowing its for me, and kind of measuring it out to them. That was hot. Flaunting it? I don’t think so.”

“There’s power sometimes in flaunting. In just going all out,” he observed.

She thought about it.

“I don’t know. That’s not really me,” Amber said finally.

“I think you’re right,” Steve offered. “I remember being in this strip club-”

“You were in a strip club?” Amber pulled a stern face. “I’m shocked! It’s like I don’t even know you.”

For a moment, Steve looked surprised. Then they collapsed into giggles.

“Okay,” Amber said, “the strip club. Where was this?”

“Chicago, business trip a few years ago. A bunch of us ended up there, late lunch kind of thing. Anyway, this strip club, there was a dancer, and she was doing her thing, her strip.”

He paused.

“Practically no one was watching. Not the group I was with, they were all just talking business. The place was mostly empty. There were men off having drinks, or hanging out. It was as if no one was paying attention. There she was, up on stage, dancing and no one cared. I thought it was kind of... I don’t know. Rude? Sad? Tragic?”

Amber gave a small laugh.

“You are so sweet. You realize, she probably didn’t care. This was just nine to five for her? Clock in, clock out. It was like factory work, making widgets something. She probably appreciated the lack of drunken dickheads acting up. I think if I was doing that job, I’d appreciate an asshole-free room.”

“I suppose. There’s just something sad about the idea of performing for an audience that doesn’t seem to care,” he replied.

“I get that,” she said. “But she’s a professional, she was getting paid, it was just a job. For me, I loved the tease. I loved making them pay attention to me.”

“Mm hmm,” he agreed.

“But no stripping,” she said. Amber reached down and ran her hand over his scrotum, tracing the outline of testicles against her fingertips, and then wrapped her fingers around his semi-rigid cock. “Got to save something for the home team.”

“That’s teasing?” he asked.

Amber laid her head on his chest, looking down at his firming erection, squeezing it in her hand.

“Do you feel teased?” she replied.

“I feel something.”

“I can work with that.”

***

Amber’s hand was trembled just a little as she dialed the number. There was no avoiding David, he was online, frequenting the same chats. He was on there now. So she decided it was time to bite the bullet.

He picked up on first ring. Eager, she thought. Too eager.

“Hey,” Amber said casually.

“So you enjoyed yourself?” David asked. He tried to project confidence, but she could smell the nervousness.

“I did,” she agreed, her voice was smooth and confident, lush with sexuality.

“So...” he hesitated. “Want to do it again?”

“I haven’t decided.”

“Not the same scene of course. We’ve done that. I have a lot of ideas. Really hot ideas.”

“I bet you do. I’ll let you know.” She was careful to give no sign of commitment, her voice was as reserved and neutral as an automated message.

There was a long pause. She could tell David didn’t know what to say next. He desperately wanted to persuade her, but had no idea how. Was there resentment? He couldn’t let that out, not as long as there was a chance she might say yes later on.

“Can I ask a question,” he said finally.

“Sure,” she said carefully.

“Remember when I wanted you to beg for my cock?”

“And I begged.”

“You wouldn’t say ‘Please.’ Not even when I told you to. I wondered about that.”

Amber waited.

“That was a safe word, wasn’t it? Someone was listening for it.”

“Clever boy,” Amber breathed. She was genuinely impressed. “Yes.”

“Your husband?”

“Yes.” Again, impressed.

“He was there. He was listening in the men’s room.”

Amber smiled, so close and yet so far. But it did no harm to salve his ego.

“Yes.”

“I knew it. And when you had me lock the door, that was when you decided you needed my cock, and you didn’t want him coming in at all.”

Amber smiled at the fragile ego, his obvious insecurity, struggling for validation. It was so obvious what he was asking for. It would be so easy to shoot him down. But where was the harm in his little fantasy of masculine dominance? She might never see him again.

“You chose me,” he finished. “Over him.”

“In that room,” Amber said, “in the heat of that moment... yes.”

“So he knows,” there was an oily satisfaction in David’s voice that annoyed her a little. “He knows I fucked you. He listened to me fuck you. And he knows you chose me.”

What was between her and Steve felt well beyond him or anything she’d discuss with him. It seemed better, simpler to feed his fantasy, let him see it the way he wanted. Still, she didn’t really want him to continue his masturbatory self-aggrandizement. She decided to nudge him a little, not shut him down, but just shift him on his track.

“He was the one that shaved me,” Amber said. “For you.”

There was a long pause, and then a low laugh.

“I get it,” David said over the phone. Amber was certain that he didn’t, that what he thought was wrong, it didn’t describe what was going on. This was David’s fantasy-scape, not hers or Steve’s.

“I understand,” he repeated.

“Do you?” she asked.

“You’re going to say yes,” he told her, she could feel his rising confidence, as he rushed on, the words tumbling over each other, building intensity like an avalanche. “You chose me, and you’ll choose me again. Both of you know it. You and your cuck. Maybe not now, but sooner or later. You’ve had the taste. You need me, you need me to take you. And he needs you to be taken, to do what he can’t. So you’re going to say yes. Not right now, but sooner or later. You won’t be able to help yourself. Neither of you.”

Amber’s mouth had gone dry, her pulse speeding, an unsteadiness in the pit of her stomach. She was certain that he was rock hard right now, and equally certain that if she asked, he would tell her. His insecurity and need for validation had been fed, and it had smoothly built into naked confidence and unalloyed lust.

She swallowed, suddenly unsure of herself.

“Maybe,” she said, her voice betrayed the slightest tremor.

He chuckled.

“That’s going to be his job now. To shave your pussy, so it’s smooth every time I fuck it. That’s his role, to prepare your body so you can give it to me. Every time I have you, I’ll know he shaved it for me.”

He was wrong, it wasn’t like that at all. But strangely right in a way as well, it was just different from how he thought. Still, there was an intensity to it. It was dark words literally from a different reality, a darker sensuous reality, a realm of perversion and desire. Even unreal, it’s effect was intense.

“All right,” Amber whispered. Then she winced, realizing the words implied commitment, more than that, they implied concession, surrender. It was like falling, not wanting it, not choosing it, but somehow welcoming it.

“Good girl,” he sounded so satisfied. “I have such plans for you, the things I will do... When you’re ready.”

The call ended.

Amber put down the phone, her hand trembling. Her heart was pounding. That had gone off the rails.

She was wet.

Drenched.

***

The surprise, if it even was a surprise, was that it did not change her relationship with Steve in any way. He remained exactly who he was. And she remained exactly who she was. And everything between them, the comfort and trust, the shared moments, the affection and jokes, the chemistry and the way they sparked off each other, that was exactly the same.

The encounter had meant no more to their relationship than if she’d simply played a game of squash with a co-worker. Something had taken place within narrowly confined rules, she’s enjoyed herself, he accepted it, and they’d simply continued as they were.

It had happened though, and things were different. Their sex was often hotter, the experience had blown a wind through their lives, sweeping away dust, changing things.

They talked about it now and then. Amber told him about her conversation with David. They laughed at his misread of their relationship, and at the fragility of his ego, the insecurity beneath his dominance. They had truth - Amber acknowledged curiosity, Steve was secure and unthreatened.

And if sometimes, they played with ideas in bed... well, they did a lot of things in bed. They were lusty and imaginative, and more so now than ever.

The tension and temptation of the open door though, that was in the back of her mind. She did not hide it. Not especially.

David, to his credit, never phoned. She wondered if he would, how she would feel, what she would say. Amber supposed it all depended on the moment, it could be anything from irritation, to disinterest to... capitulation.

She wasn’t sure which she would prefer, that too depended on the moment when she paused to wonder.

She saw David online from time to time, and there he did engage. There were offers and temptations, even hints at scenes to come, subtle demands, some of which she complied with.

Once, in a particular mood, he persuaded her to take off her panties while sitting at the computer and masturbate to orgasm. The experience left her satisfied, bemused and guilt free. But there was no hunger to repeat it, and he was unable to persuade her again.

So that was where it was left - the offer hanging in the air, or in the back of her mind. Perversions, infidelities, transgressions.

Sometimes she was tempted, sometimes repulsed, but found herself thinking of it often. More often, perhaps than she told Steve. But he never demanded every passing thought.

It never quite went away though. It returned again and again.

Finally, a few weeks later, the temptation that rose and fell, rose again. This time, she acted.

She called the number, her hand shaking. It picked up on the forth ring.

“It’s me,” Amber said unnecessarily. He would have call display.

“I know.”

She swallowed.

“Yes.”