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The rain had finished pattering against the window and turned to rustlings and tappings of sleet as I finished answering Lilian’s latest question about the document. A fire was burning in her fireplace against the winter that had finally hit, and despite a chill the room felt stuffy and overheated. I wiped my brow and shook my head against sudden fuzziness, and then looked up to see her steel-gray eyes watching me. She frowned slightly. “Well?”“I beg your pardon?”“I asked you, have we sufficiently addressed their claim?”I looked again at the letter and then at the paragraph of her letter against the translation. “Yes. It’s simply boilerplate. It’s a fancy way of saying no other claims are raised by this issue.”She nodded, “I see.” She looked up, “Let me get us some sandwiches. This is your last stop before the weekend?”After a second of dizziness, I said, “Yes, and not a moment too soon.” She was one of my more recent clients; she had nothing too onerous and only relied on me for second opinions and revisions of documents in three different languages. It had been a long week finishing up end-of-month business and I was due for my annual vacation, but I was suddenly seized with a fit of lassitude that left me happily seated in the cozy chair before the fire and bereft of any desire to leave. The cold outside, now not only wet but freezing, and the gloomy gray of the sky sapped me of mental strength. I stared into the fire, and my mind seemed to trip gaily amid the flames as I danced from log to log.Suddenly my mind snapped back to the room as Lilian shook my shoulder. “Come have a sandwich and some coffee. I’d say you need a thick cup of joe.”I stood and watched her walk toward the dining room before me, and as her nicely filled skirt swayed before me under the blonde hair reaching halfway down her back, I wondered again why she was unmarried and seemed to be unoccupied by any gentlemen callers. As I suddenly started shivering uncontrollably, I thought how I had been attracted to her since I first met her, though given our business ties I had never considered acting on it. She seemed a thoroughly self-sufficient woman, impeccably dressed, brilliant in everything that counted except personality, where she was matter-of-fact and reserved, and coldly attractive.I then wondered why her hair was down, as she had had it up earlier. Not a woman to let her hair down, I thought, so it must be the weekend. Long hair like a horse’s tail, or the horse hairs in a cello bow, but lying along the length of the cello like strings, and her neck is finely shaped like a cello bridge; at least her ears don’t stick out like tuning pegs, and as she stood staring at me and asked, “What in the world do you mean by all that?,” I said, “What?” and then vaguely remembered falling. After a frustrating series of horrid vivid dreams blurring into fuzzy interludes that left me feeling unaccountably embarrassed, I woke bundled up tightly in a mass of blankets in a soft, wide bed. Lilian looked up in her chair by the window, put down her book, and crossed to my side. She felt my forehead and said, “You didn’t get your flu shot this year, did you?”I started to shake my head but decided staying still was more enjoyable. “What time is it?”“You were delirious all of yesterday, and the evening before that.”I sighed. “Some vacation.”She smiled, “You get to spend it with me. Surely my company’s not that tedious?”I smiled wanly, “It’s not the company I’m keeping that’s a waste of time.”“I disagree. I’ve never known you to be so interesting and charming as when you’re out of your mind with delirium.”I smiled again and fell asleep almost immediately. I awoke a few hours later and had some soup, then slept until the next morning.I awoke with the most obtrusive case of morning wood I had had in years. I shook my head slightly, remembering the last time I had the flu, which had acted almost like an aphrodisiac, keeping me fully erect once I had started recuperating after the first day despite masturbating five times a day for a week. Unfortunately, I was in her house and her bed and her presence, so I was stuck with the stick for a long, dry future.She rose again from the chair and said, “Good morning. You look better. Let me get you some breakfast.”I nodded and looked down to see with shock that my erection was quite prominent under the blankets. I started shifting a bit and she smiled and said, “Don’t worry about it. It’s perfectly natural.”I bursa escort blinked and said quietly, “It happens when I get the flu.”She nodded, “Some men are like that. I’ll take it as a compliment.” I blushed and she added at the door, “It’s almost wholesome after what you proposed to do with me.” She smiled at the furious blush and look on my face and walked out.She returned five minutes later with a tray with some yogurt, fruit, chicken soup, and water. I gulped down the water and she smiled and poured me some more from a pitcher on the bedside table, then sat and watched me as I ate.I looked up at her occasionally as I ate and wondered furiously what my unhinged trap had spouted in my fever. When I finished, she took the tray away quietly and returned. She took my temperature and said, “Much better. How do you feel?”“Physically, much better.”She smiled slightly and looked into my eyes. “Mentally?”After several seconds I asked, “What did I say?”“Many things, not all about the rain in Spain and the geography of where it falls.”“Oh?”“But that was a large part of it.”She laughed at my expression and I asked, “Really?”“That and my geography.”I shut my eyes. “God, I’m sorry.” When I opened them again she was smiling slightly as she looked at me, head tilted.“If you’ll pardon me asking, you don’t have much sex, do you?”After a long pause in which I weighed her expression and tone of voice, which were completely matter of fact, I answered as matter-of-factly, “No, I haven’t for more than a year.”She nodded, “That’s not healthy, you know. We all need a regular outlet.”I sighed, “Too busy.”“Aren’t we all?”After a long minute in which she watched me even more matter-of-factly, she said, “I like you well enough. I haven’t had a regular partner in several months, and I know you like me. So…”I simply nodded, and she smiled and said, “Now, isn’t that civilized? It’s so much better than you trying to slide your hand up my thigh.”I blushed, “Oh my God, I didn’t…”“No, you didn’t. You just talked about it, which was…well, not worse, but ever so much more pathetic.” She sat on the edge of the bed and said, “So, my friend…shall I?”I nodded, taken aback by her prosaic, almost affectless manner, which had finally become slightly warm, and she smiled at me as she reached her hand under the blanket and slid it toward me. “I will admit that your praise for my breasts quite turned my head. It wasn’t nearly as poetic as you mistaking me for a cello, but I’m afraid to show them to you now. I’m sure you’ll be disappointed after such a build-up.”“What did I say?” I asked in trepidation.“I shan’t remind you,” she said primly. “But if you don’t erupt the moment you see them, I shall be quite disappointed in you,” she smiled.By this time her fingertips had touched my shaft, and she smiled, “You certainly didn’t lie about how hard I make you. Do you want it fast or slow?”“Slow, very slow.”She smiled. “I like you too.”We laughed and she caressed me lightly as she looked down at me. “I had no idea you were so taken with me. You hide it well.”“I didn’t know you like me at all.”She shrugged. “I didn’t before.” She explored me slowly, her fingers running lightly around and over my shaft. “Do you do this to yourself often?”“On occasion.”She nodded. “What do you think about?”“Past lovers. Women I’ve just seen. In the flesh or in a picture.”She nodded again. “Me?”“No, I avoided that because of…”“Our business.” She seemed satisfied and said, “When did you start?”“High school. You?”“College. A young man who liked me asked me to, so I did. He watched with this fascinated look on my face as I did it, and he came most vigorously from watching.”“You hadn’t before?”“Oh, of course not. So I then explored him and learned how men work, and since then I’ve taken a man when we both needed it.”She reached over with her other hand and lifted the blankets off me. “I always like to see a man come the first time. Sometimes they look silly, and other times they don’t look silly at all.”“And how do I look?”“You look like you shall be very silly indeed.”“I suppose one of us has to.”She laughed, “Yes.” She reached her fingers around my shaft and asked, “Like this?”As she stroked lightly, I said, “Yes, just like that.”“Is it good?”“Yes, oh yes.”She smiled, “Tell me about the first time you came.”“One of my teachers was…a beautiful younger woman. Just out of teaching school. One day I was late to class and she was the hall monitor. I turned bursa escort bayan the corner and she was standing there with…well, her nipples were standing out half an inch even under her bra and a shirt and a sweater. And I got so hard seeing them, and as she talked to me they shrank and disappeared in less than a minute. It was like she had been dreaming of a real man and then, poor thing, had to deal with me. I was…not humiliated, but it really put me in my place. And that night when I went to bed, I remembered her beautiful nipples and imagined I was the sort of grown man who could make women react like that, and I got really hard. And…I guess my underwear was all bunched up because I reached down to adjust it and ending up holding my shaft…like you’re doing, and I came in about thirty seconds.”“And how often did you play with yourself after that?”“Four more times that night, and then three times a day at least every day after that for years.”“Is this good? Do you need, oh, lube or anything?”“This is wonderful,” I said happily.After a moment, I asked, “How often…?”“Do I choose a man? Oh, whenever I need companionship. I usually get propositioned every time I go on a business trip by all the men, and sometimes I choose one, open the door and let him in, as it were. We’ll meet a few times and then….oh, he’ll find someone new or…go back to his wife.”“Oh.”“Yes. I had that happen twice. I don’t like liars. At all. Those men…well, they don’t get to cheat with me again.”“But otherwise?”“Otherwise it’s fun. I have a pleasant time and connect with a man and feel nice. It’s a good break.”She spoke lightly and her eyes danced as she watched her hand stroking me firmly, so I was unsure how seriously she had responded. Instead of pursuing that line of questioning, however, I looked at her eyes watching me with obvious interest and then down along her neck under her done-up hair and down to her chest, where her breasts intrigued me anew.After a minute she looked down at me, saw my line of sight, and smiled. “Go ahead, don’t be shy.”I reached up with my right hand and cupped her left breast through her blouse and bra, then her right. I felt from one to the other, then held one in each hand as she stroked me a little faster. I tweaked her nipples and squeezed them happily, and then proceeded to caress them through the fabric as she quickened our pace. Ordinarily, I would have risen from the bed and stripped her bare, but I was too exhausted to do more than satisfy my curiosity as she satisfied hers.“You need your rest, so let me finish you off,” she said. I stared up at her as she stroked me swiftly and mercilessly, and with a groan I lifted off the bed and into her pistoning fist. “Yes, that’s it,” she said as the first spurt shot out of me and up to my ear, streaking thick on her blanket above my belly with the next three shots and coating my belly with the last six. She kept stroking until the drops stopped coming, and after wiping me up with a towel, she wrapped me tight in the blanket, kissed my forehead, and said, “Next time I’ll let you see your new friends. Now sleep.” I was asleep before the door had closed.Three hours later, I awoke. She looked up with a smile, put her book away, and said, “Need the bathroom?” I nodded and she helped me down the hall to it; after I flushed and washed my hands, she led me back to bed and said, “Let me get you lunch. Then you can have dessert.”I ate lunch quickly, both from a ravenous appetite and from…well, a ravenous appetite. I finished in three minutes and she took the tray away with a smile. She sat on the edge of the bed and nodded toward my lap. “I think you were soft for all of five minutes.”“I’m sorry I can’t do much.”“I like this.” She slid her robe off her shoulders, finally revealing her breasts to me. They were firm and a perfect medium size, a palest white with light pink nipples and aureolae, and as I stared at them in delight, she uncovered me and began stroking me firmly.After a minute she said, “Do you like me taking care of you?”“Yes.”“Why do men have such a thing for nurses anyway?” she asked casually as she stroked with unslackened rhythm.“I don’t. Well, usually, but it’s kind of like that with you. I like being taken care of. On the one hand, it’s like I’m helpless and you’re choosing to pleasure me. It’s all in your hands.” We laughed and I said, “As it were. But it’s also like you’re doing anything I want. So it’s…”“Master escort bursa and servant…and mistress and her servant.”“Kind of. A bit. Not totally. But for me, now, here, it’s simply I like you and you’re enjoying giving me pleasure.”“Yes, that’s true. Play with your friends.”I caressed her breasts so that they no longer swung beguilingly from side to side with her strokes, and when I came I sprayed everywhere, onto her arm and the blankets and her breasts and my arm, and she wiped me up as I dozed off.She woke me for dinner and we repeated the quick meal and delicious dessert. She began stroking me and said, “Are my breasts what you hoped for?”“And then some. Perfection. Large yet firm, and so beautifully shaped.”“So much attraction to bags of chest fat,” she smiled.“Speaking of which, it’s been months since I last sucked on some beautifully packaged chest fat, so…”She laughed and slipped off her robe, positioning herself so her breasts dangled in my face as she stroked me vigorously. I sucked and kissed happily, her mammary dreams filling my eyes and mouth, and far too soon I bucked up under her relentless hand and sprayed like a fountain.As she wiped me up I stayed awake and soon hardened again, and she winked, “My arm is exhausted. Whatever shall we do?”“Would you…you know…”She looked at me blankly for a second and said, “No, we can’t have sex yet. You’re too weak.”“No, you know…your mouth.”She shook her head and said simply, “Prostitutes do that. I’m not one.”Puzzled, I then said, “Between your breasts?”She smiled. “Yes, that was one of your promises when you were delirious. You promised me the world if I let you come between my breasts. You promised it to me several times, actually. Something about the world for my two hemispheres.”She opened her purse and took out a tube. “I thought we might need this, so I went to the store while you were asleep.” As she lubed herself up, she said, “It’s odd how many men love breasts but so few actually like doing this. You’re the third.”“But do you like it?”She shrugged as she enveloped me in her soft flesh. “With you I do. Have fun now. Wear yourself out.” She laughed as I immediately thrust up fast and hard into her cleavage and her eyes shone as she watched me with eagle eyes. I stared down at the visual feast of her perfect breasts employed purely for my pleasure, and after only three minutes again sprayed everywhere. She watched me as I watched the spectacle, and then she sat back and said, “Should I wipe up or do you want to watch your cum dry?”I smiled, “Let me watch for a while.”“Yes, one man wanted that, the other made me wipe up so he could suck on them some more. Why do you like watching it?”Her question was simple and uninflected, so I said, “When a woman lets you take your pleasure with her, your cum, it’s…like a sign of her permission. It feels like possession, but it’s not, really, more like a sign of a perfectly fulfilled agreement. If it was good. If she liked it. If she didn’t, you just want to hide.”“So, a certificate of successful contract performance.”We laughed and I said, “Well…Yes. Exactly.”We laughed again, and she said, “It was as impressive as you said it would be, and you don’t even have to give me the world. Just your friendship. Like this. Warm, sweet. Happy.”She looked down and raised her eyebrows, “Okay, you can give me that too!” We laughed at my renewed erection and she said, “I’m completely tapped out. Can you sleep?”“Can I just watch you while I…?”She smiled, “Please do. And then you have to sleep.”I watched her as she sat before me, pummeling myself harder than she had as I stared fixedly in sick fascination at her cum-streaked breasts and chest, and with a short intense groan, I shot a small, hot, exhausting last load as she smiled and moved her breasts side to side. She wiped us up and as I faded away she said, “Sleep tight. You should be much healthier tomorrow.” I awoke happily in bed as before, and my heart leapt as I saw her look up from her book and smile at me. “You should shower. Let’s do it together.”She helped me up and led me again to the bathroom, and she slipped her robe off, letting me catch full sight of her light brown hairs at the top of her shapely thighs. She held me as I soaked in the hot water, and then she lathered me up as I explored her body with soapy hands. As I reached between her thighs, she grabbed my hand. “Not here. Don’t let’s start that here. You should get back in bed soon.”We dried off quickly and she led me back to bed, and after tucking me in she slid in above me and matter-of-factly rested atop me as she slowly positioned herself. With a slow slide, she took me inside her and said, “Now have your fun.”
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