BEYOND THE CONTRACT

The Job

He let his gaze rest when his visual tour reached her breasts. She had been bold enough to tease him with a glance and the briefest of touches. His finger tip tingled at the memory of the moment.

Continuing down to her navel, a slight grin crossed his lips as the promise of what was hidden by her blue jeans caused a stirring in his own groin. Long legs, he loved women with long legs. Running his tongue up the inside of a thigh always brought out the deep purring sounds which caused the heat in him to grow. His patience had been reached, after clearing his throat he managed to say, “Go into the bedroom, strip and lay on the bed.”

He followed Andrea to the bedroom and watched as she removed her jacket and placed it on the dresser. Fighting the trembling of her fingers, she tugged at the zipper of her sweater and let it drop to the floor. After kicking off her shoes and socks, she wriggled out of her jeans and panties and placed the pile on top of her jacket. Naked, she pulled the covers off the bed. Stretched out to her fullest, she could not reach from end to end.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he said, “I want to taste you. Sample you. I will never do anything that you don’t want to do. If you want anything other than straight s*x then you arrange it. You may get as creative as you like to keep me interested. The computer has an encoded charge card. You may purchase items and have them delivered here for our use. But now...” He pulled off his suit jacket, loosened his tie, kicked off his shoes and began undoing his shirt. Settled back on the edge of the bed, he ran his hand down her cheek, chest, breast, belly, navel and down her thighs. “You are incredibly beautiful.”

The sight of his sculpted body and the fiery touch of his hand on her naked flesh was too much for Andrea . Her body trembled under his touch. “I...I feel.” Taking a big breath she said, “Well, I feel like an i***t. I don’t know what to do. I mean, I know what to do. I just don’t know what you want me to do.”

Bending over, his mouth slowly moved toward her waiting n****e. With the softest of kisses he brushed his lips across her pink flesh. As he watched, it grew firmer.

He chuckled. “You don’t have to do anything. I want to explore you.” He ran his tongue up the underside of her breast and flicked it across her n****e. “This is about satisfying my curiosities or needs of the moment. And at this moment, my curiosity centers on the feel of that nipple.” He sucked it into his mouth.

Andrea arched her chest. Her eyes closed as she focused on the sensation of his lips caressing her n****e.

Reaching over he began to fondle her other breast, stroking the soft flesh and teasing the hard n****e between his fingers. Releasing her, he said, “I want to learn what works for you. How you respond to my touch. Lay back. Close your eyes. Indulge my curiosity.”

As his mouth moved to her unkissed n****e, his hand slid down her stomach. His fingers slithered through her bush and began to stroke the insides of her thighs. A finger tapped her inner leg and she splayed them apart. Casual strokes from her mound to her p***y ignited a fire deep inside her womb.

Andrea followed what he did with focused interest. He’s not hurrying. This isn’t a slam-bam. He’s doing exactly what he said...oh, that feels sooooo…… A soft moan escaped her lips.

A long finger slipped inside, turned upwards and began to rub the place where a woman’s g-spot is located. Thoughts gave way to soft sighs and deep moans as his thumb circled her c**t.

“You’re so hot. And wet. Nice. Spread your legs more.”

She felt his hot breath a moment before his tongue touched her. Little laps across her c**t made her hips start to squirm. Pulling her knees up and back, she exposed herself more fully to his mouth. While his hand continued to work her, his tongue explored every fold of skin and every secret place.

After what seemed like hours of bliss, but was probably a couple of minutes, he ordered, “Roll over on your hands and knees. Spread your legs.” She heard the zipper and then the rustle of his pants. The bed shook as he climbed and edged up behind her.

Both gasped as he slid into her. His hand reached around her hip and continued to caress her c**t. He pumped into her with a languid rhythm. She met his thrusts, back and forward, back and forward. Squeezing her vaginal muscles to tighten her grip on him, she didn’t allow him to leave her.

“You feel so good. I wish I had more time.”

Andrea responded with a moan of delight. His pace increased. Her pulse raced. The pleasure was building between her legs. Her breasts swayed with the pounding in her body. She was no longer able to match his rhythm. He would increase to a driving speed then slacken to a leisurely pace. Her focus snapped to her groin. The pressure was intense. The sensations were overwhelming. “Oh my God! I’m cuming... I’m—-”

He pounded himself deeper into her. Andrea gasped and shuddered with the explosion of her orgasm. A few thrusts later he tensed, inhaled deeply then slowly exhaled. While reveling in the moment of her bliss, Andrea felt the gush of hot thick semen pour into her. After a long, low groan, his thrusts slowed until he stopped, still buried deep inside her.

Carefully, she spread her knees apart and lowered herself to the bed. She felt him slip out of her followed by a gush of hot liquid. She was aware of him moving around, but was unable to move. It felt as if her muscles had melted. Smiling, she lay sprawled belly down.

She yawned and blinked. The darkening of the room attracted her attention. Rolling over she checked her watch - 5:30! Damn, I fell asleep. Grabbing a bed sheet she wrapped herself in it and searched the apartment. He was nowhere to be found. On the dining room table was an envelope - inside - ten one-hundred dollar bills. On the outside was a simple message: Next Tuesday, 2 p.m.

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