Authors: W M James
Tanya felt like giggling. Professor
Kane was here with his wife. And his wife was trying on clothes in
a cubicle just a few feet away from where Tanya's secret lover was
holding her from behind, wriggling his stiff cock against her
buttocks.
'Now you're going to have to
be
really
quiet,' Andy whispered wickedly. 'I'm going to fuck you in
here and your boss is standing just out there.'
Tanya went very still. It was sometimes
almost scary how well Andy could read her moods and understand what
she wanted. His lips met her neck, warm and sensuous, incongruously
gentle in light of what he had just said. The contrast was
thrilling, though: the situation was unpredictable and
intoxicating.
Andy slid his cock up and down the
valley between her tight buttocks, then moved away slightly. Tanya
felt it nudging between her legs, the length of it poised along her
swollen vulva. Andy's hands were on her hips, steering her to rock
slightly, back and forth, side to side. Knowing that Miriam Kane
was just in the next cubicle, and that her husband was right
outside the changing area, Tanya bit her lip to keep quiet,
tortured by the feel of Andy's shaft against her most intimate
parts. He eased her thighs apart a little and positioned himself
right at the mouth of her vagina, where he paused for a long, tense
moment.
Tanya grabbed hold of one of his
hands and squeezed it hard, communicating her desperate desire to
him. It was what he had been waiting for. With a long, powerful
thrust, he sheathed himself in her, all the way to the hilt. She
gasped at the shock of entry, practically climaxing again in the
single movement. Andy began sliding in and out of her, holding her
waist with his big, powerful hands. His erection felt immense
inside her, achingly hard.
So
strong
, she kept thinking, amazed by the
power in his hands and in his long strokes. He had never been like
this with her before. She wondered if it was something to do with
getting out of the house or if he was being seduced by the
eroticism of sex in a public place, too. Normally, he tended to let
her take charge: which was nice, in its own way, but
this...
Tanya was beginning to plateau
again. She was so lost in her trance that she gasped loudly when he
pulled out entirely.
Nnooooooo!!!
her body
screamed.
Andy spun her around and caught her up
in a passionate kiss. She could taste her own juices off his lips.
His tongue was active, fencing with hers, teasing her lip. It was
evident from the way he was behaving that Andy was at fever pitch.
She was amazed he had managed to pull out of her at all. But then
she saw what he had in mind and her pelvic muscles twitched in a
mixture of alarm and excitement.
Andy still had his jeans hitched
around his hips, although they were open, gaping apart like wings
poised for flight. He took hold of the buckle of his belt and
whipped it out of the loops in a single motion. He was watching her
eyes, a dark smile on his face. He caught hold of her hands,
wrapping the belt round one wrist and then the other, so that they
were cinched together. He pulled the free end through the buckle,
securing her with a final tug that made her jump and squeak.
Oh, fuck, yes
, she thought, barely daring to think of how this was going
to play out.
Andy pulled her around, away from the
door. She tried to touch his glistening cock as he moved her, but
he kept her hands away, controlling the moment. She found that
weirdly hot. He pressed her back against the side wall of the
cubicle. From there, she could look to her side and watch
everything in the full-length mirror. Behind her, just above her
head, there was a row of pegs for hooking up the clothes hangers.
She watched the reflection of Andy raising her bound arms above her
head and tying the belt to one of the pegs. Then she watched him
lift her top, undo her bra and free her breasts, fondling them for
a moment. She saw how erect and pink the nipples were. They stood
to attention, craving his mouth. But Andy didn't kiss them.
He nodded at the door.
'That's a big gap at the bottom of that
door,' he whispered. 'Somebody could come past and see two sets of
feet.'
'What do you propose to do about that,
then?' she asked, panting between each word.
In response, Andy reached down and
lifted her clear off her feet. The momentum sent her legs around
his waist. Pinning her against the wall like that, Andy dipped his
hips and entered her again. The heat between them was raw,
passionate, animalistic.
The pair of them grunted and panted
with each stroke. Tanya heard her voice breaking out into little
moaning squeaks with every deep thrust of his cock. She wasn't even
sure the cubicle wall was resilient enough to take the pounding
Andy was giving it. But in the throes of her most wildly abandoned
passion, she couldn't even begin to care.
'I love your cock,' she whispered
roughly.
He was pumping her hard, driving his
hips faster and faster. She could feel the onset of his climax: his
cock swelled even further. His neck muscles stood out with the
gorgeous strain. She was watching him alternately face to face and
in the mirror. The way his body bent with lust was incredibly sexy,
primitive. Face to face, he was still her lovely Andy: her secret
lover, her student, her friend. In the mirror, he was a hot,
well-hung stud fucking the living daylights out of a lucky, lucky
girl. Her orgasm hit her in a sudden rush, arriving before his,
clamping her legs round him. She heard him grunt and felt him
poling up and down into her with even more vigour until at last he
opened fire with a huge shudder that took over his whole body. It
was incredible to watch in the mirror, the spectacle prolonging her
own orgasm far longer than she was used to.
They met in a long, passionate kiss
that Tanya wished would never end.
'You had sex with him today,' Annette probed, her
eyes narrowed as she watched her sister.
She cut her meat with surgical precision, dicing it
into multiple pieces before eating a single morsel. Tanya was the
opposite: she cut, ate, cut, ate, all the way through her meal.
Annette always said it was because she was too impatient to get to
her food, that she couldn't control herself in the face of
temptation.
'We had that date,' she said again.
'And that's why you were late to see me. You had sex
with him somewhere public. And then you had to get showered and
changed and ready. You're never late, Legs.'
'Sorry. Nothing personal.'
'But it is personal, isn't it? It's serious. I can
see it in your eyes. You have feelings for this guy. Every time you
mention him, it's like a little light goes on.'
'Of course I'm fond of him. You don't think I'd be
doing this with somebody I didn't like.'
'Are you falling in love with him?'
Tanya frowned, putting her cutlery down on the plate
with a much louder
clink
than she had intended. She licked
her lips. It felt like she could still taste his delicious kiss,
even thought that was surely impossible by now. For some reason
that she would never be able to explain, a tear welled up in her
eye. She tried hard to fight it back down, but it refused to be
controlled and spilled over onto her cheek.
'I... don't know,' she said.
Here ends
She Goes to Town
, the first of
the Maybury Shorts. If you enjoyed it, look for
Most Personal
Tutor
and
The Girl in the Swan
.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
W M James has a deep passion for chocolate and a
primitive and irrational fear of spiders. She has two cats, whose
sole purpose in life is to hunt spiders. Unfortunately, nobody has
told the cats this, as they, too, have a primitive and irrational
fear of spiders. She doesn’t trust them with the chocolate,
either...
W M James writes erotic and romantic fiction. The
Maybury Chronicles is a series of stand-alone novellas based on and
around the fictional campus of Maybury University. Each book
features a different set of characters, whose lives loosely touch
on the lives of the characters in the other books. The one thing
all of the Maybury characters have in common is that they are
preoccupied with their love lives. The Maybury Shorts are short
stories that help to interconnect the novellas and show you more
about the world in which the Chronicles are set.
Other
books by this author
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Maybury Chronicles
Most Personal Tutor
The Girl in the Swan
Maybury Shorts
She Goes to Town